All language subtitles for The Borgia S01E05 - The Bonds of Matrimony

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To be elected Pope,
promises must be made.

On the morning I was born, the good Cardinal
made a sacred and irrevocable pact with God.

My life would be lived
with absolute purity.

In exchange, Rodrigo
would become Pope.

And will you finally acknowledge
them as your children?

No.

My nephew, Orsino Migliorati,
his wife, Giulia.

I am giving away all
my earthly possessions.

I will be Vice Chancellor.

Your niece, Lucrezia, will marry my
cousin, Giovanni, to bind us in blood.

Borgia, 14.

I am the Pope?

I am the Pope!

He is now Pope Alexander VI,
Chief Magistrate of Rome,

King of the Papal States.

Cesare, the bells ring Borgia!

Borgia!

I have had amazing visions.
I am to be a nun.

Supreme Pontiff
of the Universal Church.

Do you comprehend
what you have done?

Oh, yes. Borgia will wear
the tiara, but I will rule.

I invest thee
with the Roman papacy,

that thou rule over
the city and the world.

Whoa!

Welcome to Spoleto, Excellency.

A welcome to purgatory.
Who in hell are you?

Agapito Geraldini.

Geraldini? Are you not a
suffragan of the Colonna family?

I serve His Holiness, Pope Alexander.
He sent me to be your secretary.

And take me to the
heaven which is Rome?

No, Excellency, we are to
remain in Spoleto indefinitely.

I have given up all I love to ensure
Rodrigo Borgia's day would come.

I should be by his
side in Saint Peter's.

Yet he orders me to dwell in
this valley between mountains.

Hidden from view of the world.

Spoleto is but 140
kilometers from Rome.

And yet the distance from Spain
to Rome will prove much shorter.

In my heart, I know the new Pontiff
has already summoned my brother.

Just as I know I cannot
soon return to Pisa.

Well, if Spoleto is your
purgatory, then Pisa is your hell.

Better to be here, hoping
for release from suffering,

than there, in perpetual torment.

But my baby son is in Pisa.

And I have, at this moment,

a band of Borgia bravi scouring
Monte Serra to find him.

In time, they will.
Cesare!

There is no clock in all of Europe
in which such a time exists.

You live a fantasy.

I thought you were my friend.

Friends tell the truth.
Lovers lie.

And as your friend, I beg you to
accept what you know to be true

and allow your son to
rest in the hands of God.

I cannot accept that
of which I have no proof.

My bravi will find him

and little Cesare will once
more wiggle in my hands.

We swear upon the soul of our
late uncle, Pope Calixtus,

and upon our own life,

that we shall soon tear down and
rebuild this basilica anew.

As we shall rebuild

and reform Holy Mother Church.

Husband.

You saw my uncle Rodrigo
receive the crown?

I did. He is now the Bishop of
Rome, King of the Papal States

and Supreme Pontiff
of the Universal Church.

When will I see His Holiness?

When he summons you.

But remember, do not tell him what you
think you witnessed in your delirium.

Uncle is now Pope.

Dare I withhold a revelation
spoken to me by Saint Petronilla?

Lucrezia, let the vision
live within your heart.

Take some time in silent prayer

to be certain that becoming a nun is
what Saint Petronilla truly asks.

You would not want to disappoint
her and the Holy Father.

I will go and pray, Mama.

Not for clarity, which I already have,
but for an audience with the Pope.

You have sworn to keep La
Bella out of your bed...

...and your family
away from Rome.

Reform of the church
must begin with you.

Show your detractors
you've changed.

By forsaking those I love?

No. Those whom
Rodrigo Borgia loved.

A man who no longer exists.

Yes.

We are a new man.

Della Rovere is where?

Fled, to Ostia.

Fled?

Because he failed to get elected,
the French have abandoned him.

He believes his life is in peril.

Or he plots to put a new
Pope's life in peril.

Gacet? Is that you?

Giulia,

I...

We made a promise
to your husband's family.

There's to be no more
between you and me.

We... I gave a sacred vow.

You are the Supreme
Pontiff, with the power

to overrule such vows.

We are forging a new church.
Pure and honest.

Our actions must match our goals.

Pope Innocent has
bequeathed us a crumbling,

corrupt, chaotic city.

Drink some wine.

Rome.

Rome should attract scholars
and artists to rival Florence.

But we cannot invite
creative souls to a city

where the walls ripple with
blood, the air stinks of...

You still have
some wine on your...

We...

We'll institute a tribunal
to enforce the law,

dividing the city into four
districts, each with a judge to...

And once each week,

we ourselves,

shall hear complaints.

We, yes.

You cannot accomplish all of
these improvements alone.

You are but one man.
My Rodrigo.

True.

We are alone.

You must surround your throne
with those whom you do trust.

My family.

Your friends.

If my brother Alessandro
were a cardinal,

he would serve you loyally.

My God.

Oh, God.

Another?

You, saying no to wine?

Cesare, I am summoned
to Rome and must soon depart.

Nonsense. We are on holiday
until the Pope summons me.

A messenger came at dawn
before you were awake.

I'm sworn to secrecy,
but you are my dearest friend.

His Holiness is to name me
a cardinal in petto.

Congratulations.
With all my heart.

Well, then let us hope that this appointment
finally frees my once noble family

from decades of
poverty and dependency.

Well, Cardinal Farnese,

perhaps you could offer a
lowly seminarian some advice.

What shall I do today to keep
from growing even more stagnant?

You are not a lowly seminarian.

You are Bishop of Valencia.

Fill your days by doing good.

And while I am here doing good,

you shall be in Rome, acting
as my eyes, my ears, my spy.

Spy?

And if I'm exposed,
I will be executed.

You will send me letters in code.

We are perplexed,
Cardinal Riario-Sansoni.

At the Conclave, you and Cardinal della
Rovere appeared to have had a falling out.

The bruise on your face
told that story well.

But now, you come in his stead, you
speak on your cousin's behalf.

In every family, Holy Father,
there are disagreements.

But as Christians, we forgive.

Still, this sudden illness
of our cherished Giuliano

distresses us deeply.

We pray for a quick recovery.
Meanwhile,

you each have before you a list of papal
officials whom we believe to be corrupt.

Their tenures are terminated
as of this moment.

Holiness.

The Supreme Pontiff will
hear from Cardinal...

Henceforth, Herr Burchard,
we will dispense with you

announcing the name
of each cardinal.

We recognize our brother,
Gianbattista Orsini.

He may, all may, speak freely.

Holiness, my niece's
husband is on the list.

For 10 years, he has excelled
as Maestro di Strada,

overseeing the preservation of
Rome's most historic edifices.

His tenure has excelled only
in its systematic looting.

He goes!

Do not smirk, Giovanni.

We hereby officially dismiss your
brother, Fabrizio, as Prefect of Rome.

Today ends the casual lawlessness
which has marked life in the Vatican

since the death of Nicholas V.

To that end, we have
chosen as Vice Chancellor,

a man who shares our zeal
for reform, Ascanio Sforza.

He also shares our commitment to
restoring Rome's supremacy in the world.

Does anyone have
an argument with that?

To begin, each of you
will pay a yearly tithe

to finance the reconstruction
of Saint Peter's Basilica.

You are dismissed
until you are needed.

I helped to make Borgia Pope and
he dares to speak to me that way?

He is devoid of loyalty.
And tact.

No, this is true reform.

Nonsense.

This is a way to create job
vacancies for Borgia cousins.

I tell you this, I will pay no
tithe to destroy our basilica.

I leave at once for Bracciano to
discuss these matters with my family.

Rome is a shop which
sells fine pottery,

into which we have let loose

a snarling bull.

I go to join my cousin in Ostia.

The two of you have in
these past several years

forged and sold upwards
of 50 papal bulls.

As was understood...

Do not speak, Fra Domenico!
Do not move!

You've received bribes for
anywhere from 100 ducats to 2,000

writing fraudulent
papal dispensations.

My father was Pope Innocent's personal
physician and I was guaranteed...

Gentile,
your father is incompetent

and you shall steal no more.

And how is our beloved
nephew, Cesare?

He longs to see you, Holiness.
Yes.

Alessandro, arise.

To whom are you loyal?

Why, to you, of
course, Holy Father.

Can one man be loyal to
two men at the same time?

In theory, if...
No, he cannot,

dear brother.

He cannot.

You must promise, young Farnese,

that what you hear in the halls of the
Vatican will not reach the walls of Spoleto.

Do you so swear?

I do.

Have you told anyone that I
will make you a cardinal?

No, Holiness.

Not even Cesare?
No.

Then come, let me embrace you.

Not as Pope, but as family.

I see a basilica twice
the size of the current one.

With a dome reaching
into the heavens.

- Uncle!
- Lucrezia!

That is not how
you greet the Pope.

Adriana, a Pope needs affection
the same as any man.

Look at you.

There's pink in your cheeks
and meat on your bones,

I was so worried.

I did not know if I would
ever touch you again.

Uncle, worry not.
I have been reborn.

Oh, thanks be to God.

Lucrezia, embrace me.

Come, see your new suite,

which I've hired Europe's
finest artist to decorate.

You'll pose for him and he'll
paint you as Saint Catherine.

Me, a saint? Oh, yes!

Yes, Holy Father, I knew
you would understand.

This way, my darling girl.

Citizens of Spoleto, please.

The Bishop is currently in prayer.

Blessed are You, Christ, my
Lord, God of all creation.

Through Your goodness,
I offer this wine.

Fruit of the vine and
work of human hands.

I drink it as Your blood.

The presence of Your body and
blood, Your soul and divinity

shall awaken life in me.

Excellency.

Agapito. I know I'm
not yet a priest

and do not have the mystical power to
change wine into the blood of Christ.

I go through the motions, hoping
they will show me the way.

Any word from Pisa about my son?

No, Excellency.

But there are peasants outside
who seek an audience.

They've lost their livestock
in the recent pestilence.

Give them each a ducat.

These men seek more than money.

They ask for your
blessing, Bishop Borgia.

My blessing?

Bring them in.

Count Prospero, I have
come, as you requested,

to be with you in your final hours.
You are not alone.

The Lord will accompany
you on your journey.

He will not. I have
led a selfish life,

full of depravity and sin.

I need absolution

so I may enter paradise.

I understand.

Unfortunately, I am not
yet fully a priest.

Twelve years ago,

I murdered Pietro Margani.

Now, I know he deserved to die

a thousand times, that dog bitch.

Still, I need your forgiveness.

I cannot forgive you.

Why?
You show no remorse.

Without remorse, there
can be no absolution.

I know what you are,
you goddamn holy man.

I know that such things cost.

I will pay.

I will pay.

You cannot buy salvation.

Count Prospero?

He is dead.

Take the gold.

Lucrezia, dear,
how are you faring?

Lucrezia!

I'm so excited being painted
as Saint Catherine.

Oh, I believe,
Maestro Pinturicchio,

you are to paint
my likeness tomorrow.

I am to be the Virgin Mary.

Oh.

What unsettles you?

Lucrezia, I am not your mother,

nor your guardian,
nor your brother,

nor someone who wants
to see you naked.

There's nothing you need to hide from
me, for I expect nothing from you.

I had a vision.

Lucrezia!

I've heard you were
delirious with fever.

I had a vision.
A divine vision,

which laid out my destiny.

And what is your destiny?

I am to be a nun.

Yet, I'm engaged to marry
Don Gaspare de Procida.

Lucky Lucrezia.

You have everything in the
world, youth, wealth,

an uncle who can place you high in society.
And yet you want more.

No, I want less.

A life of meditation.

So, do I do as my mother
says and stay quiet?

No, no.

Do as I do.

Tell Rodrigo of your
heart's deepest desire.

Lucrezia!

220 murders, Virginio? Between
Innocent's death and our election?

220? In 11 days?

The number is high,
but not unexpected.

A papal transition creates
a void in leadership.

Was the entire
Papal Guard on holiday?

I directed the guard to make the
safety of the Conclave top priority.

We were sequestered several
stories up, behind a brick wall.

While the Neapolitan
army attacked.

And were beaten back not by your
men, but by ordinary citizens.

The guard must do better
to control the violence.

Religious pilgrims flock to the grave
of Saint Peter from all over Europe.

They are Christ's
most humble servants.

And a source of income we
cannot afford to jeopardize.

Last week, a group of Silesians observed
dogs fighting over a human head.

They carried this
story to Florence.

From there, gossip will
spread throughout the world.

We want the man responsible.

Identifying the culprit
would be impossible.

The process is a simple one. Identify
the head and arrest his enemies.

The head had many enemies.

Pick two.
Any two troublemakers.

Swoop in under cover of darkness
and drag them from their beds.

And once we have them in custody?

Execute them.

Their deaths will speak
loudly to the people of Rome.

Live in safety and in fear.

The era of Borgia has arrived.

Oh, God!

By beating back the street gangs,

the Papal Guard is now the
most deadly force in the city.

Yes?

The Papal Guard is controlled
by Virginio Orsini, not by us.

Vice Chancellor.

Your Holiness.
A moment, in private?

We have no secrets from these men.

As you wish.

Franceschetto Cibo intends to
sell the four papal properties

which the late Pope, his
father, bestowed upon him.

And who is to be the buyer?

Virginio Orsini.

That name again.

Cibo is too feckless
to engineer this deal.

It reeks of della Rovere.

And puts my brother in jeopardy.

These lands lead directly from Naples
through the Papal States to Milan.

The Orsini have a contract with
Naples, who intend to attack.

Ah. In the Conclave
we promised neutrality

in these contretemps between
the Italian city-states.

And you promised the Orsini that
you would give up La Bella.

You promised the Colonna that your
family would reside far from Rome.

Your campaign for the papacy made more
promises than you can possibly keep.

But there is one you're
about to ask me to keep.

Am I correct, Vice Chancellor?

Yes. Announce Lucrezia's betrothal
to my cousin, Giovanni.

By binding the Borgia
name to my own, Naples

and della Rovere will cease
their aggressions toward Milan.

The betrothal will happen next.

As soon as Giovanni can travel here,
we shall sign the engagement.

No need to wait.
I will be his proxy.

We gather to finalize the betrothal
of the maiden Lucrezia Borgia

to Count Giovanni
Sforza of Pesaro.

As our niece's legal guardian,
we offer her hand in marriage.

Do you accept?
I do.

And do you promise, on behalf
of Lucrezia, to honor and obey?

I do.

Uncle?

Lucrezia has survived her fever and
you, your journey across the sea.

We are a happy, blessed man.

Holiness.

I'm humbled to be in your presence.
I have news, good and bad.

I conquered the heart
of King Ferdinand's niece

Maria Enriques de Luna.

Of course.

Queen Isabella's heart
was better fortified.

She denied me betrothal. But that
was prior to you becoming Pope.

We have an announcement which we believe
will begin to soften the queen's objections.

We're appointing you Captain
General of the Papal Guard.

Captain General?

Does this please you?

To control an army? Yes.

Yes, of course.
This is my dream.

Holiness, I protest. I've held
this position for a decade.

And grown content. Stale. The
Papal Guard needs new blood.

New? Perhaps.
Inexperienced?

You put the security of Rome
in the hands of an amateur.

We were all amateurs
once, Virginio.

We have not dismissed you, sirrah.

Did you pay Franceschetto Cibo 40,000
ducats for four papal fiefdoms?

I see. That is your reason
for besmirching my honor.

Yes, I have promised
to send the money

to Cibo's bank account in
Florence at the end of the month.

The bastard son of a
dead Pope has no right

to sell what belongs to
Holy Mother, the church.

Innocent granted
the lands to his son.

Legally, Franceschetto
has given the deeds to me.

Deeds? You dare put a handful of paper up
against the wishes of the Supreme Pontiff?

The sale is void.

If Your Holiness wishes
the properties returned,

Your Holiness will have
to take them by force.

Call out the Papal Guard.

Order Captain General Juan
Borgia onto the field of battle.

I will happily meet the challenge.

Be gone from my sight.

Galeotto.

Anxious, Brother?

You hide it poorly.

I ponder my future.

I will of course do everything asked of me
to remain in the Holy Father's good graces,

but in complete confidence to you, I
wonder who is more deserving of loyalty,

one who has earned my trust or one whose
title demands that I bend my knee?

Worry not, as long as each believes
your loyalty belongs to him.

You're not the only Farnese
keeping secrets from Rodrigo.

Keeping secrets from
both father and son.

Ah, yes,

a true Farnese
you will yet become.

Silvia, I trust you enjoyed
your tour of the palace.

Shahzadeh Djem
was a gracious guide.

The pleasure was mine.

Alessandro, may I present Lady
Silvia of the Ruffini family.

Ages have passed since I
last saw her in Rome.

My lady.

Should you require an escort more
Christian while in the Eternal City,

the honor would be mine.

And you are a priest, are you not?

I'm working my way through the ranks of
the church, but I'm not yet a priest.

Still. My sanctity shall feel
very safe with you by my side.

He will be ready
to race in Il Palio.

Excellency?

What says Alessandro? Is
my brother Juan in Rome?

Yes. The entire city celebrates the
Duke of Gandia's new position,

Captain General.

And your sister is engaged to
marry the Count of Pesaro.

And I will not be
invited to the wedding.

What have you found?

And so you will marry Giovanni
Sforza, Count of Pesaro.

But I am already betrothed
to Don Gaspare de Procida.

Your uncle was Vice Chancellor
when that agreement was made.

Now he's Pope and he can give you
a husband of greater stature.

Stature?

The Sforza family is one
of the noblest in Italy.

And Giovanni is said
to be very handsome.

How old?

28.

Nearly twice my age!

He had a wife and she died in
childbirth, so he's very sad.

But...
Lucrezia,

I'm sure you will come to accept
and even enjoy Giovanni Sforza.

I had not met my husband
before our wedding day.

I want to see my uncle.

Absolutely not.

I insist!

Then I shall lock you
in your room.

And this time, your mother
will not help you escape.

Saint Petronilla, I'm not
worthy to ask you for favors

but I beg you, please visit
me again, right now.

Day after day, I cry out to
you and receive no answer.

I know my sin is great,
but my remorse is greater.

I want to do your will, but

if you would visit me just one
more time, I would be certain.

You lavish blessings upon my
brother who cares nothing for you!

While I dedicate myself.

But as I now hold no hope of joining
you in the Kingdom of Heaven

I choose to burn in my own hell.

Please, do not abandon me.
I will wait for you to come.

I will wait forever if I must.

You sent for us, signor Borgia?

"Signor" Borgia?

Captain General.

Pope Alexander, like the
great god Jupiter, is angry.

Virginio Orsini's tenure
was a total failure.

You, Lieutenant Sclafenatus,
are proof of his failure.

During drills today, your
men were an embarrassment.

Your Captain General
speaks harshly, but true.

As the possibility of war
between Milan and Naples grows,

we must be able
to rely on you to...

Holiness, if I may...
Lieutenant!

Do you interrupt the Holy Father?

Yes. No. Mea culpa.

Unacceptable.

In the new Papal Guard, a soldier
is allowed only one mistake.

You have now made two.

A colder soul would pierce your
throat and laugh as you bleed.

This is your last warning.
Improve or die.

Djem?

If I may ask your advice, when you
were at war with your brother,

commanding your troops,
if they performed poorly,

how would you discipline them?

Castration.

That way if they could
not fight with bravado,

at least they can
sing with falsetto.

I cannot tell if you're joking.

One cannot allow
the vino to dry up.

I shall fetch us some more.

Mama, let the servants work.

- The wine.
- Yes.

This one is a dolt.

Come on. Go. Go.

Yes, madam.

Finally, we are alone.

I have information

which affects the
future of our family.

What is it, Mama?

Do your taverns no longer
thrive as they once did?

No, the income is steady. The word
in the taverns is what worries me.

You see, men like to boast,

especially to a courtesan,
but this was about Rodrigo.

Marcantonio Colonna,
full of beer and pride,

spoke of a plot
to dethrone the Pope.

Della Rovere, Orsini and King Ferrante of
Naples were mentioned in this conspiracy.

Mama.
No, no, we must...

Mama, please relax.

Marcantonio Colonna
is a fool and a coward.

Now, come.

Join us.
The thirsty await.

Thank God I have another son.

Thank God I have Cesare.

I do not want to marry this
creature Giovanni Sforza.

I don't want even to meet him.

Be calm, hmm?
Be calm and listen.

Listen to me, has my marriage stopped
me from getting everything I want?

Has it? No.

And yours need not either.

All I want is to be a nun.

But if I try to see my
uncle to tell him so,

Adriana blocks the way.

Oh, Adriana is
a boil we will lance.

Soon.

Until then?

Go through the motions,

greet the Count of Pesaro.

Saint Petronilla is
testing your resolve,

by putting temptation
in your path to purity.

Hmm?

What have you been told about me?

That you are old.

And sad.

Your wife died in childbirth.

Our baby died as well.
And true, I have been sad.

But I would take issue
with the claim that I'm old.

I am as surprised to be here
as you are to have me here.

I am Count of Pesaro,
but somewhat by default.

I was born a bastard.

My father died without
a legitimate heir.

I inherited a title and
virtually nothing else.

My mother was niece to King Ferrante
and my father was a Sforza.

I am the illegitimate offspring of
two families who hate each other.

My story would make a
lively plot for a drama,

but it's somewhat less
entertaining in the real world.

Do you still miss your wife?

I do. She was
the other half of me.

But the pain, the loneliness,
lessens every day.

I may always be altered by
my sadness, but not crippled.

I can love again.

Your uncle has granted
me a conductor,

a contract to raise troops
for the Papal Guard.

This endeavor will be
very, very profitable.

And your dowry is 30,000 ducats.

Our marriage alters my
fortunes substantially and

I am in no position to
refuse, even if you asked.

I hope that we will come
to love each other.

I will work very hard
to make you happy.

If you will let me.

Excellency, I have decoded
Alessandro Farnese's latest letter.

Your sister's wedding
is to take place tomorrow.

Your brother does not fare well as
Captain General of the Papal Guard.

The enlisted men despise him.

The officers mock his commands.

Not surprising.
Juan is no leader.

I want to return the gold
we took from Count Prospero.

Why?

I do not know why.

Excellency,

I also have a letter
from your mother

telling of a conspiracy
against Pope Alexander,

forged by della Rovere, the
Colonna, the Orsini and Naples.

They plot an attack
on the Eternal City.

I must go to Rome and warn him.

Yes.

But without the Pope's permission?

I will be walking
towards my death.

Or towards your life.

This could be the sign from God
for which you have been waiting.

I want Giovanni
to want me tonight.

He will, Lucrezia. You have
never looked prettier.

I do not want to look pretty, cousin.
I want to look beautiful.

Oh, no.
That is vanity.

Oh, why must this
wedding happen so fast?

The Holy Father wills it.

Is this a queen I see before me?

Be gone.

You, too, dear
mother-in-law.

Giulia, I'm so confused.

I want to spend my days
as a bride of Christ

and my nights as a wife
to Giovanni Sforza.

You cannot have both.
You must choose.

I know.

And I choose God.

Then the time has come to tell His
Holiness of your true vocation.

As you kneel at the altar, look up
at the Pope and speak the truth.

Hmm?

If any person believes that these two
should not be joined in holy matrimony,

let him speak now
or forever remain silent.

In nomine Patris, et Filii,
et Spiritus Sancti.

Ambassador de Basche, the Muslim
threat grows more real every day.

Plead with King Charles on our behalf
for the French to initiate a crusade.

But such an enterprise
is difficult,

moving armies to
Constantinople over land.

Unfortunately, we are no longer
in control of Rome's harbors.

But there is always Naples.

Your niece makes
a beautiful bride.

I so feared there would be rain today.
The great flood of 14.

She is beautiful every day.

I traveled to Rome...

But never more so than today.

You were in the coach. I was...

Every eye is upon her.

Holiness, tradition demands
other than the bride,

women must remain
separated from the men.

Mein lieber Herr Burchard,
please, leave the past behind.

We are witnessing a new
dawn, a rebirth of mankind,

una rinascita!

Come, ladies,
join the festivities.

Go away.

What is wrong, love?

My mother, I wish she had
been allowed to come.

Excellency, what in the name
of the risen Christ is this?

Agapito, I've not said so,

but I'm grateful to you for
saving my life from the flames.

I did what I was hired to do. And I'm not
the kind of man that others write about.

No epic tales, no verse dramas,
not even a middling comedy.

But you, Excellency, you will
inspire playwrights and poets

and penographers to celebrate
your every breath.

Shit, I must perfect my aim.

I have made my decision.

Tomorrow, I leave for Rome.

Whoo!

Two, three.

I have debated theological principles with
some of the best young minds in Italy.

But the hardest part of
becoming intimate with God

is realizing he sometimes
wants me to act in ways

of which my friends
would never approve.

I know someone
who tried to kill...

Who tried to kill a baby,
and I stopped him.

I deceived him. But he
does not know this.

He thinks himself as a murderer.

But our Lord knows he's not.

I saved this man's soul.

I found the baby.

Then why deceive your friend?

Because he is not in a position
where he could be a father.

In fact, by acknowledging his son's existence,
he puts both their lives in danger.

Now that my friend
believes his son is dead,

the child is where he should be.

The Love of God, a poem by Dante.

The love of God,
unutterable and perfect

flows into a pure soul

the way that light rushes
into a transparent object

The more love that it finds,

the more it gives itself

so that as we become
clear and open

the more complete
the joy of loving is

And the more souls
who resonate together

the greater the intensity
of their love

for, mirror-like, each soul
reflects the other

Lucrezia, we've been
looking for you.

The hour is late.
Come home.

Home? I thought the Palazzo
Santa Maria was my home.

You gave the palace
to us as a wedding present.

Giovanni may visit you tomorrow.

Uncle, this is my wedding night.

And you are very young. You need
not become a woman this night.

Your husband will wait.
Will you not, dear Count?

Good night, darling wife.

Good night, sweet husband.

What do you make of that, cousin?
You are the master strategist.

Why is His Holiness not letting
us consummate our marriage?

As long as your bed is empty, he is able at
any moment to dissolve the bond between you.

He is waiting. In case a union with
our house no longer suits his needs.

That or the Pope
wants to fuck Lucrezia.