All language subtitles for Borgia - 01x09 - The Invasion of Rome.Unspecified.English.C.orig(1)

Charles will march.

Your only choice is whether
his path through Rome

is marked with a kiss
on your ring or a poker
up your rectum.

How many of our men are dead?

We lost two Celeres
and almost all
of our horses.

Where are the others?

The troops refuse
to fight for you.

What will I tell my father?

What is wrong, Giovanni?
Am I not attractive enough?

This has never happened before.

I want a divorce.

Your instructions as
Lucrezia's lady-in-waiting
are simple.

Report all she does
and says to me.

Rodrigo.
On the way
to Orvieto,

the Lady Giulia was
captured by the French.

This is the game.

Fine. Fine!

Arrest
Cardinals Orsini and Colonna.
Now we have hostages.

Sometimes the pieces
can be put back together.

Rodrigo.

How did...

I do not know.

I was suddenly
placed in a carriage
and brought here.

Set the cardinals
free immediately.

The price
demanded to broker a peace

with the Colonna
is your freedom.

You will live under
the custody of Marcantonio.

How soon until
the French arrive?

Days. A week at best.

Prepare to evacuate
the Apostolic Palace.

Yes,
but the rules of
war no longer rule.

Hadrian built
Castel Sant'Angelo
as a mausoleum,

not a shelter for
Roman refugees.

When the French army arrives,

I fear this fort
will be used as
a tomb once more.

Within days, hours even.

Stay brave, Eminence.

With all due respect, Holiness,

the army of Naples was
filled with brave men,

who now lie putrefying
on the fields north of Rome.

And their king
has abdicated,
fled to Gaeta.

Good, push, push.

Okay, that's good, that's good.

Keep breathing.

Now push, push.

Fresh towels.
Yes, good.
Good, good.

Holy Father, the Sacred
College of Cardinals has
splitted like rotted wood.

Cesare is held prisoner.

De Medici is hiding in Venice.

Colonna, Orsini, Sforza
and Riario-Sansoni
have joined France.

Della Rovere is poised
to take St. Peter's chair.

"Mene, mene,
tekel, upharsin."

Like Daniel, we must
interpret the writing
on the wall.

Our days are numbered.

You should adjourn
this gathering
so that I may depart

and join King Alfonso in exile.

Cardinal Carafa,

you would have
the Sacred
College run,

given that we find
ourselves in this position,
defending your country?

Then I ask,

where is the Prefect of Rome?

No one has seen Juan Borgia

since the Germans deserted.

He is like a bubble.

Bloated, then...
Pop. Gone.

Tread softly, Eminence.

Make hint of our son no more.

You are almost there.

A girl.

Towels.

As for Charles of France,

fear not, we will
come to terms.

With what?

I fail to see what
trinkets Your Holiness
has with which to bargain.

Sometimes what one does
not have proves more useful.

Oh, ridiculous.

Without defense,

Rome offers no resistance.
With nothing to attack,

Charles will be forced to talk.

Talk?

Under his orders,

Swiss mercenaries massacred
the inhabitants of Rapallo.

Rapallo is not the Civitas Dei.

We shall send an
emissary to Charles

to say that he is welcome
to pass through Rome
on his way to Naples

to claim his rightful throne.

In exchange, our son
Cesare is to be
released immediately.

Your Holiness.

Giulia, your child,
a baby, a girl.

She will live a long life

in Rome, free of
foreign domination.

Your Holiness.

Look at her.

She's beautiful.

Yes, she is.

I wish to name her Laura,
after Petrarch's muse.

Laura...

How is the child?

When she was first born
she was repulsive.

Now she is exquisite.

Look how she glows.

Your new sister,
or the Lady Giulia?

Giulia.

She is but a few
years older than me,

yet she has achieved
all she desires.

Meanwhile,
my aspirations
are stillborn.

The man I desire is
at war with my family,

while I am confined
to a loveless marriage.

A loveless marriage
is a step above
an abusive one.

Abusive?

I meant absent.

Juan has been gone
for almost two weeks.

Be patient, he will return.

Borgia.

The vagaries of war
have swung in your favor.

Your cardinal's
robes were destroyed.
Here are peasant's clothes.

Now, there's no time
for you to bathe.

Triple apologies.

We shall meet once more.

But only once.

Last night, I stood out
here and I saw in the sky
two armies fighting.

- An omen?
- Clouds and thunder.

I fear after
the French arrive tonight,
the bodies will be real.

Holiness, in gratitude
for your blessing on
his claim on Naples,

King Charles has freed Cesare.

Mmm.

This is too easy.

Francesc,

why do I feel like King Priam

opening the gates of Troy
to a large wooden horse?

- Run! They're here!
- The French are here!

Rodrigo...

I have just given birth.

Fire throbs between
my legs, yet you run
your rough fingers

as if digging a hole.

I did...
I did not realize.

Do you know how many opiates
I swallowed to force sleep?

I'm sorry.

My mind is...

I will feed her,

since I am awake.

Where is my father?

Cardinal Borgia?
Where is my family?

Hiding in the
Castel Sant'Angelo.

And you stayed behind to steal?

I am Ceremoniere.

When the Pope dies,
these belongings
become mine.

And you assume the death of
His Holiness is imminent?

You are in danger here.

Join your family at
the Castel Sant'Angelo.

I go, Eminence,
to my wife and children.

May God keep us safe.

Weep all you like,
Holiness, you still
must pay me.

Where are the Bravi?

Senor de Haro,
Bishop von Hohenzollern,

we are glad you were
able to reach us safely.

Pope Alexander.

I was about to request
an audience when
your herald arrived.

I have received a sad posting.

Cardinal Mendoza is dead.

Tragic. He was
a great man.

However, more immediate
matters require...

Queen Isabella asks
that you appoint Bishop
Francisco de Cisneros

to replace Mendoza in Granada.

And?

And?

What else do their
Most Catholic
Majesties say?

I...

Why, nothing.

Our Holy City

is beset by
the French
fleur-de-lis

and you come to us
discussing trivialities?

When will Spain respond
to our call for aid?

And the Holy Roman Empire...
King Ferdinand
nears a decision.

As we near the edge
of the cliff!

The appointment of Cisneros
will be sent to Barcelona

when Ferdinand sends
troops to save Rome.

My son. Here,
patience, my son.

Here, my son.

Cesare.

How long have you been here?

Where are your
cardinal's robes?

When have you last eaten?

Please, Alessandro,

too many questions.
My head throbs.

Why have you not come
to the upper quarters?

Your family has
worried and so have I.

I was on my way,

but walking through
the squalor,

I realized I belong here.

Do you see me?
Why, yes, of...

Of course.
No.

Look closer.

Do you truly see me?

How could I possibly
return to my father?

Come. You shall
have a bath,

rich clothes and
food of substance.

We shall create,
as Pinturicchio did,

the portrait of a prince.

Holy Father,
may I present
Yves d'Allegre,

Supreme General,
Garde Ecossaise
of King Charles.

Holiness.

Ma chere Lady Giulia.

Motherhood has blossomed you,
just as I said it would.

I had the pleasure of
entertaining the Lady

when she was
held captive
a few weeks ago.

Speak your business, General.

Holiness, I have
a directive from King
Charles VIII of France.

The King commands
you to attend him at
the Palazzo San Marco.

We will happily
receive His Majesty.

He wants you to go to him.

And we have said

that we will greet him here.

You have heard
our directive, General.

Be gone.

Adieu, Giulia.

The general seemed
quite taken with you,
La Bella.

Did he?
I had not noticed.

You were captive
how many nights?

With all the troubles
you have to face,

don't waste energy
on petty jealousy.

I am here with our child.

A woman's mold
with a man's mind.

No, a woman's mind,

which peers into the future.

If events falter,
if the French offer exile,

will Laura and I go with you?

Exile is not an option.

Cesare!

I can feel your bones.

You do look thinner.

I shall fetch you
something from
the kitchen, Eminence.

No, no. Where is Juan?

Juan went...
On a secret
papal mission.

We prayed to God
Omnipotent that he would
return you safely to us.

Yet you were the instrument
of my return, not God.

Father, I am concerned.

I was able to sneak into
the Castel undetected.

You must take charge
of our defenses.

But first,

how were you treated
by the Colonna?

In a manner
befitting a cardinal
of Holy Mother Church?

Can you imagine, Father,

they allowed me only
buttered lasagna,

dusted with sugar
spices, once a day.

Your instructions were clear.

No drinking while on watch.

We have no room for error.

What do you want?

Nothing, Eminence, only...

No, nothing. Excuse me.

How dare you enter this home?

My husband is
the Warden of
Terranuova.

Your husband was the warden.
He is now a prisoner,

and I am Commander
Jean Briconnet, son of
the Bishop of Saint-Malo.

No, no, stop. No, stop.

We heard you were
once the Pope's whore.

I must sample your chatte.

Holiness.

Cardinal Borgia,

we choose to send
you on a mission
of grave importance.

We say grave because
with this violence
throughout the city,

there are many
graves newly dug.

You will go to King Charles

and demand that
he rein in his men.

Holiness, is His Eminence
the most qualified man
for such an assignment?

Gacet will accompany you.

Babbo, you asked to see me?

Come, Eminence,
let's walk together
and devise a stratagem.

Darling girl, we have
decided to grant your wish

and secure your divorce
from Giovanni Sforza.

Thank you.

The method of
divorce is complex,

granted by Holy Mother
Church under only one
of two circumstances,

the impotence of the husband
or the infidelity of the wife.

Impotence.
My husband
is impotent.

Well, I have not
been unfaithful.

You bring me
great happiness,
Babbo, thank you.

My Lady,

your mother is here.

Men are swine.

You are safe now, Mama.

Yes, yes.

Mama, my Bravi just informed
me that you arrived.
How clever of you to...

To sneak past the French.

In harrowing times,
one seeks safety
at any cost.

Oh, Mama...

You have every right
to fear the touch of a man.

But first and foremost,
I am your son.

Let me comfort you

as you have for me so often.

I know your pain too well.

Eminence, we must depart.

I will teach you
how to behave, Roman dogs.

Giovanni Sforza,
Count of Pesaro.

My love.

What are these?

The acts of annulment.

We are to be annulled?

Annulment is the only
remedy for this matter.

What matter needs
to be remedied?

Lucrezia is my wife
in the eyes of God...

And the Pope.

Inform the Holy Father
I will not agree
to this unholy act.

If that is your decision,
we shall proceed with
an official hearing.

Upon what grounds
would a hearing
be necessary?

Impotence.

My love,

how could we possibly
have come to this?

You, not we.

You are a failure.

At love, at war,
a failure as a man.

There is no room for you
in the Borgia family,
nor in my heart.

Ah, yes.

I ask for the Supreme
Pontiff of Christendom

and receive his bastard son.

And...

A Marrano?

Shall I dismiss them at once?

Cardinal Cesare Borgia.

Yes, Majesty.

He is not the threat
you described.

Appearances deceive, Highness.

Why is the Pope
not here himself?

The streets,

they are filled
with swords and blood.

Pope Alexander expects
a sovereign anointed by God

to treat the Eternal City
with more respect.

He demands the violence
end immediately.

He demands?

They all tell me
that your father
breaks Holy Law,

lives a depraved lifestyle.

I call a council to depose
Pope Alexander VI.

Let us...
Highness,

these so-called cardinals
who attack His Holiness,

are the very ones
who accepted bribes
to promote his election.

Borgia's degradation
is well documented!

Jesus Christ, our Savior,

was in like
manner accused by
the Pharisees,

who were themselves corrupt.

Do not be fooled,
Highness, a tiara
is no crown of thorns.

Rodrigo shows
no inclination
to imitate Christ.

And when have you,
della Rovere?

Majesty, I understand
that you have recently
signed a treaty

with the King of England.
But what will Henry VII say,

what will the other
Christian princes say,

if word is bruited abroad

that you besiege
the Vicar of Christ

and claim to judge him?

The very man to whom
God has committed
the judgment of all men?

What will your wife,

Queen Anne, say?

My wife...

Such a devout Catholic.

And though she is young
and of rosy cheek,

never does she let
me forget that she is
the Queen of Brittany

and could have married a Tudor.

Before I left Lyon, she said,

"The Queen Supreme,"

as she is wont to call herself,

"commands you, spouse,"

not King,

"to preserve, above all,
the dignity of
the Holy Father.

"If you fail my orders,
will not you see
my bed again."

Ah.

This haughty manner,

vexing as it is,

makes me desperate
to please her
all the more.

Truly maddening.

But a madness
I would not cure for
the whole of Italy.

So...

I change my mind.

I will render unto God
what is God's and pay
obedience to this Borgia Pope.

His Holiness will be most...

Provided my additional
conditions are met.

One.

His Holiness must visit
my person in person.

Two.

The Castel Sant'Angelo
must be surrendered
to my authority. And three.

Shahzadeh Djem
is now my captive.

We cannot give up
this fortress.

Charles would hand
Sant'Angelo over
to della Rovere

and soon my body would
be floating in the Tiber,

decomposed instead of deposed.

If you do not
give the Castel,
Charles will seize it.

Those French
cannons can cause
massive destruction.

Holiness, I sense
the King's demand
for Djem matters most.

Then no to the Castel,
yes to Djem.

But you have promised
Djem that he will
be protected.

In times of war
one cannot be held to
a promise made in haste.

Charles still insists
that you visit him.

He has moved from
the Palazzo San Marco

and taken up residence
in the Apostolic Palace.

The French cur dares
lie in my bed?

He comes to me, that is final.

The two of you are
a stone's throw away.

Someone has to bend.

I think I have a solution.

You will meet by accident.

You will be there
enjoying the garden.

Charles will notice you first.

Excellent.
As it should be.

You will
uncover your head and bow.

Bow?

Be not alarmed.

The Pope will not see you bow.

Are you certain?

Rather, he will see you,
but he will pretend
that he has not.

And is this where
he genuflects?

No. I refuse to kiss
his dirty Catalan feet.

- Do not worry.
- You will not have to.

As Charles bends
down to kiss your foot...

The Pope will take your hand.

Then, all things equal,

you can spend the rest
of the day seducing him.

Bishop Briconnet
longs to be
a cardinal.

He can think of nothing else.

Briconnet?

You begin with talk
of Bishop Briconnet?

We see della Rovere
has influenced
our negotiations.

Pardonnez-moi?

We

feel...

Dizzy.

Holiness?

Perhaps we should
rest a little.

I ask, what proof
is there of my
supposed impotence?

The Pope forbade
Lucrezia and me
to sleep together.

The Countess testified that
you attempted to fornicate

in disobedience
to the papal decree.

My love, why would you...

Still, because of
the papal decree,

I was under pressure,
which admittedly hampered
my performance.

So you do admit
to failure in your
duty as husband?

No! We, the two of us,
were interrupted once
and then the pressure...

The pressure from
the papal decree
or the 30,000 ducats?

30,000 ducats?
Her dowry.

If His Holiness rules
in favor of annulment,

know that every ducat
must be returned in full.

I have only received
a portion of that dowry,
less than a third,

and somehow now I am
to produce the two-thirds
I have never received?

Allow me to try
once more. The ducats
are not what matter,

but rather my
reputation.
Impotence...

The whole of Italy
will ridicule me.

We could try
to fornicate again.

Yes?

With observers present.

The Pope, your cousin...

50 eyes standing
around the bed post.

No, I could not...

Count, be advised,
we have only one
second more.

If you are to
defend yourself,
the time is now.

How can I be impotent?

My first wife,
my sweet Maddalena,
died in childbirth.

There is testimony that
your first wife dallied
with a stable boy.

Injury upon insult!

Giovanni. Giovanni,
stop! Stop!

Briconnet was never
one of the issues we
agreed to discuss.

Della Rovere...
Or Sforza.

Told Charles to cast
that line knowing we
despise the worm.

In feigning illness

you have reinforced
how large a hook in your
mouth Briconnet is.

Sforza and della Rovere
will not let Charles relent.

I guess
we must grant Briconnet
his ceremony.

We shall not be the fish,
but the fisherman.

Guillaume Cardinal Briconnet,

Archbishop of Saint-Malo.

Herr Burchard,
I hear the French
broke into your home

and stole from you
what you stole from us.

He is the man who
violated your mother.

In nomine
Patris et Filii
et Spiritus Sancti.

Amen.

Your Holiness.

Your Holiness.

You side with us once
again because we have
made peace with France?

We have always
been on the side
of Holy Mother Church.

And Cardinal Sforza?

He retreats to Milan.

And della Rovere?

Will remain with King Charles.

As brothers in Christ,

the Civitas Dei is
your spiritual home.

You are always
welcome under us.

Do you have
a mother,
Briconnet?

Then you know why you die.

Hola, hermano.

I had not
heard of your
return, Brother.

Nor I
of yours.
Huh.

Of course, I am not surprised.

Now that peace
has been declared
and the danger gone.

You know nothing
of what you speak.

Is that so?

I know that I forged
a fearsome German force,
loyal to our father.

They were blackguards.
I know the moment
I left town,

you, in your
incompetence,
lost them.

You dare criticize...

I know that I gave up
my freedom to protect
this family,

while you ran and cowered,

drinking Ischian wine.

Fuck you.

Your very existence
mocks the name of Borgia.

And I suppose you are worthy?

More so than you.

Then come,

let us see who is
the true Borgia man.

Where is your beloved
escort, de Corella?

Are you sure you
do not want him
to fight for you?

I need no
protection,
alfenique.

Are you certain?

This night, I killed a man.

I still smell his blood.

Cesare, Juan,
release one another!

Now is not the time
for rivalries.

You, come here.

Holiness, I...

I went to Ischia
to build a new
Papal Guard.

My son, I thought
I had lost you.

Is not a father's
love remarkable?

Giovanni Sforza signed
the divorce decree
admitting his impotence.

I am free to marry.
A real marriage this time,

for my freshness
is still preserved.

Oh, Alfonso,

all I refuse and you I choose.

Lucrezia.

Pantisilea,

you must find a way to ferry
the letter to Ferrara without
my family knowing.

Your secret is safe.

Come.

Well, Herr Burchard,
is the King of France

ready to give his sacred
oath of obedience?

Not quite yet, Holiness.

When last I saw him,
he was still eating,

his boots were standing
beside him, and he asked
me the third time

to repeat the order
of the ceremony.

You asked for
His Majesty to renew
his vow of loyalty

in front of the people of Rome.

Perhaps he agreed only
to embarrass you.

We will wait no longer.

Did you lose your way, Majesty?

Even with Cardinal
della Rovere leading you?

Well, His Eminence has been
turned around as of late.

Forgive our tardiness,
Holy Father.

But the death of Cardinal
Briconnet's son has
upset my court.

I am afraid two final
amendments must be
made to our agreement.

Amendments?

Under your instigation,
Ferdinand of Spain
was named

"Most Catholic Majesty"
by Pope Innocent.

I, too,

should like to be called so.

That is impossible.

There cannot be two Mosts.

Then strip Ferdinand
of the honor.

No.

We will grant you, Charles,

the title Most Christian King.

Ah. Bon.

As to the second amendment...

You will accompany us to Naples

and anoint me as sovereign.

You test us,
so we shall test you.

From where does
this sudden demand
of yours come?

Will you ride with us or not?

We would go of
our own choosing,

but not at his insistence.

The agreement must stand as is.

Villain. The time
is now, Majesty.

Give the order,

and I shall wipe away
this Borgia cretin
from the earth!

No.

No.

Kill a pope?

And turn Borgia into
a martyr and a saint?

If you will not accompany me,

someone you trust must.

Cesare.

You demand too much, Charles.

He will not be
a hostage again. No.

Then

this is our last meeting.

Holiness, Naples is
lovely in the spring.

I will go with the King.

Not as your hostage.

We hereby appoint
Cesare Cardinal Borgia

as Papal Legate
to the court of Avignon,

with all the immunity
that implies.

I am the papal legate.

A papal legate
represents the Pope.

Do you represent us?

Highness...
The ebb and flow of war,

Cardinal della Rovere.

We must each of us
give up something
to gain something.

Holy Father,

I have come to render homage

and reverence,

as did my imperial
ancestor, Charlemagne.

My brother
cannot be a hostage again.

Giulia, only you can
convince the Pope.

What can I do?

If you both have failed,
what magic could I conjure?

Ah, Vannozza.

Come to see the child?

I have come to join my
voice with my daughter

and your brother,
entreating you to speak
on Cesare's behalf.

Have you tried
to persuade the Pope?

I am refused admittance.

Oh, well, since you
ask so sweetly,

all right, I will try.

When I next see His Holiness,
I will trumpet Cesare's cause.

More wine, Djem?

We want you to know,
we agreed to transfer
you to the French

only because all other
paths are blocked.

The truth?

What galls me most
is how you betrayed
not only me,

but your own child.

Djem.
Careful.

No.

He is free to speak.

I have known
since the day
I arrived in Rome

that I was a mere spoke
in a great global wheel.

But Cesare?

He's your blood.
I would rather die
a thousand deaths

than deliver my
son into the hands
of my enemies.

And yet, where is
your son, Shahzadeh?

Some would say, Father,
that Cesare is no
longer your son.

Cesare will always be my son.

No.

You had one daughter
under your roof.

Lucrezia.

Then, little Laura.

And now, after his
stay in Marino,

you have three.

What? I...

Is this true?

Cesare, stop.

Your hair, so soft.

I never noticed.
Like a woman's.

Enough, let him go.

Careful, Brother.

I feel you getting aroused.

He broke my nose.

Deservedly so.

Get up.

You will not
mention your brother's
misfortune to anyone.

Not a soul.

Nor you, Djem.

I fought, Father.
Believe me,

I fought with every sinew.

The mark of a true man

is not the sufferings
he endures,

but what he takes away
from his sufferings.

I swear to you,

as your father,
as the Vicar of Christ,

we shall, in time,

have our revenge.

Good night, baby girl.

Rodrigo,

our child has made
me feel closer to
your other offspring.

I understand how difficult
sending Cesare away with
the French must be for you.

I am heartsick.

Do not be.

You do what is right.

In tribute, Highness,

I present these two
Cappadocian horses.

I have heard you
are quite the master
of the stable.

I am grateful.

You see, I have won
over this pope.

Ours is a lasting friendship.

Fall in beside us, Legate.

I want to keep you close.

I am sorry, Father,

for my behavior last evening.

Diego Lopez de Haro is here
with an adjuration from Spain.

Queen Isabella is in despair.

Francisco de Cisneros has
been her confessor and
confidant for years,

yet he refuses to assume
the cardinal's robes.

He believes he is unworthy.

We do not care.

Charles of France has
forced us to reverse
a papal decree.

He has wrecked
Rome, taken our son,

and now marches on
Naples unobstructed!

If ever there was
a powerful king,
it is that cripple,

not your aloof Ferdinand.

As to Cisneros' lack of
desire to be a cardinal,
we say, let him rot!

If you were
to issue
a papal bull

ordering Cisneros
to become a cardinal...

Force him to accept?

Why would we do that?

We have never even heard
of such a thing!

If you issue the papal bull,

the Queen will convince
her husband to join
the fight against France.

Oh...

It will be done.

And so, Maximilian,

the success of France
in Italy diminishes your
imperial influence.

Spain is on her way
to fight in God's name.

Will you leave two
lesser countries to
feast at our table?

You are Emperor of
the Romans in name.

Stop squatting
by the Alps and
be so in fact.

See that Maximilian
takes this letter
from your hands

and your hands alone.

Verbum
Incarnatum.
His Holiness,

Pope Alexander VI of that name,

calls to order a meeting
of the Sacred College
of Cardinals.

We have come together,
my brothers,

only to part.

Farnese, you will
leave today for Siena.

Colonna, for Ferrara.

Orsini, for Venice.

Riario-Sansoni,
to Florence.

You will convince the dukes
and doges, the merchants
and the clergy in each city,

that we must, once again,
come together to save Italy.

The King of Spain will join us.

So, we are certain,
will the Emperor.

We shall forge a Holy League

which will decimate the French

and bring della Rovere
to his knees.

As with Constantine,
Justinian and Charlemagne,

the Lance of Longinus
bestows victory upon
its keeper.

All hail Pope Alexander.