All language subtitles for The Borgia S01E10 - Miracles

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- Run!
- The French are here!

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

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

you, in your
incompetence, lost them.

A loveless marriage is a
step above an abusive one.

Abusive?

Shahzadeh Djem is now my captive.

If you will not accompany me,

someone you trust must.

Cesare.

You demand too much, Charles.

Then this is our last meeting.

Holiness,

I will go with the King.

On the way to Orvieto, the Lady
Giulia was captured by the French.

I had the pleasure
of entertaining the Lady

when she was held captive
a few weeks ago.

My father has decided
to support France.

The thought of you
in danger's way.

Your child, a baby, a girl.

I wish to name her Laura.

We must, once again,
come together to save Italy.

The King of Spain will join us.

The Lance of Longinus bestows
victory upon its keeper.

All hail Pope Alexander.

You're in peril, Cesare.
We Turks are masters of chess.

You mean masters
of the sneak attack.

How much longer till we move
on, till we reach Naples?

With this weather, quite a while.

Istanbul is never so damp.

The chill.

King Charles.

Majesty, to what
do we owe the honor?

I come bearing a dispatch, which I
feel compelled to deliver in person.

Shahzadeh, your son is dead.

My condolences.

My son...

Murdered by my brother.

Bajazet cut off my boy's head.

Oguzhan was only two years old.

God, Allah, he will see that your
son is nurtured and treasured.

Holy Father, Prince
Ferdinand von Habsburg,

nephew to the Emperor Maximilian

and soon to be godfather to
your beloved daughter, Laura.

Prince Ferdinand, we welcome you.

Prince, do as you were instructed.

Stop!

Holy Holiness, my uncle...

You will have to speak
louder, young Prince.

We cannot hear your murmuring.

My uncle, Maximilian,

Emperor of the Romans, says...

He said that

troops are in the Alps
and soon will arrive here.

Rome, I mean.
My uncle said.

I'd like to go home now.

After the ceremony.

Ferdinand, come. I will
show you to your quarters.

Do you enjoy
the taste of marzipan?

Gacet, the truth.
Maximilian?

It was as the child said.

The imperial army
remains in the Alps

and they've captured the towns of
Feltre and Belluno from the Venetians.

Feltre and Belluno?

The French were
never near those places.

How does this help us
win the war against Charles?

Maximilian's conquests are
solely for his own benefit.

The Emperor shows
little indication

of pushing his forces
further into Italy

to engage with the French.

The Holy Roman Emperor
may not come to our aid,

but we can use his aggressions
to sway the Venetians.

Ah, Francesco, go to Venice.

Tell the Doge
we have secret intelligence.

If he does not join with us, his precious
canals will be overrun by Germans.

Instead of gondolas,
they will be using Ruderboote.

Hmm.

Maria.

You are in high spirits.

I have received
my first communique

from Alfonso D'Este
since my divorce.

He says that he will be the
first man to die in battle,

not from an enemy's blow, but from
his heart bursting with love.

I am too heavy to dance.

And I am too joyous not to.
Do not touch me.

Why do you shrink from my touch?

Here is

your brother's handiwork.

My husband.
No.

This is what men do.

And now I am trapped in this vile
city with this cruel monster.

Cover yourself, please.
Pantisilea, help.

I am sorry.

I...

My baby, Lucrezia. I am
scared, with these beatings,

that Juan will kill
the baby inside me

before I can even meet my child.

No, that will not happen.

Going to war with my brother.

All for what?
A title? A crown?

I was so desperate to show my
father, even after he died,

that I was the one who should rule

and not his favorite, Bajazet.

I ask you, Cesare,

was my ambition
worth the consequences?

What in the name of Muhammad,
praise be his name, is this?

It's a soup to ease your cough.

Sip a bit more.

You will need your strength for
when the two of us escape.

Honestly, woman, is your sole
goal in life to make me late?

- I am sorry.
- I cannot move faster.

You can and you will.
Now, forward.

The christening begins shortly.

Yes, you must encourage
your lady to follow through

with her plans
regarding Maria Enriques.

Lucrezia should interfere with
all that does not concern her.

And when Juan Borgia knows
of his sister's meddling,

he will be filled with the furies.

Oh, you are not hanging her,

only showing her
how to tie the knot.

Laura, you are
no longer a foreigner.

You are a citizen
of the kingdom of God.

You are a member of the
household of the Almighty,

built upon the foundation of the
Apostles with Christ Jesus himself

as the cornerstone.

Be thou opened
in the odor of sweetness.

And thou, devil, flee,

for the judgment of God...

I hate Rome!

Lady Rosalina della Mirandola, do
you, as godmother of this child,

reject Satan, father of sin
and prince of darkness

on Laura's behalf?

I do reject him.

Prince Ferdinand von Habsburg,

do you, as godfather
of this child, reject Satan,

father of sin and prince of
darkness, on Laura's behalf?

If this tantrum continues, Prince,
I will have you made a eunuch.

Without your tiny testicles, Satan
will be the least of your troubles.

Yes, I do reject him.
I reject Satan.

I anoint you, Laura,
priest, prophet and king.

Send Ferdinand back to his uncle.

I thought you intended to use
the boy as a bargaining tool.

We would rather lose our tiara

than listen to his crying
another day.

Let me call for a doctor, Djem.

No, never.

French doctors are no
better than shamans.

Only Jews and Arabs
know the medicinal arts.

I cannot go to Spain
dressed like a peasant.

- You must.
- No one will take notice

of a lowly servant
leaving the Apostolic Palace.

Oh.

And herbs, for while
you're at sea,

to delay the birth
until you reach Spain.

Reveal your true identity to
no one, save Bishop Desprats,

the Papal Legate in Barcelona.

I've done right, have I not?

Come, now, Djem.
You must get better.

The weather clears.
Naples awaits.

What

of our escape?

Those plans have changed.

We go to Naples, and from
there, to your homeland.

Charles plots a Crusade
against your brother.

With Bajazet vanquished,

you will be restored
to your rightful throne.

Ar-rah...

Allah calls.

You shall walk
along the Hippodrome.

You shall revenge your son.

Oguzhan.

I can see him.

Djem.

Djem.

I am sorry, my dear friend.

I know not the proper Muslim
prayer to send your soul to Allah.

May your God offer you a
seat beside your son.

Guard, he is dead.

Dead?
Yes, Holiness.

Unfortunate. The fever?

The French believe
Djem was poisoned.

They accuse your son.

Never.

Cesare would not harm a friend.

We thank God that Cesare escaped.

I suspect he gave those
Cappadocian horses to Charles

expecting to use one to escape.

Your son is most likely
on his way here, to you.

No, he will not come
to the Vatican

knowing that the French
will search here first.

And they will bang on our doors
with fire in their eyes.

Why?
What did Cesare do?

He blew up the munitions tent and
set the French encampment ablaze.

Ending their march on Naples?

Unfortunately, no.

The storm in Campania has abated.

King Charles continues
his advance south.

Hmm.

May the Spanish be there to
greet him with sword and lance.

A miracle that
Cesare slipped away.

The angels above hold a
special love for that boy.

Oh, Cesare.

Mmm.

Were you mistreated?
No.

No? Not physically,
not by the French.

God, on the other hand,
was as abusive as ever.

And you come here,
not the Vatican?

I am heading to Orvieto.

Alessandro and his fortress
will shelter me,

at least for the moment.

Come, you will have
good food and clean clothes.

Come, come with me.

Cesare, come.

Oh.

King Charles entered Naples
to great huzzahs yesterday.

As expected. Good
news from the north.

Cardinal Piccolomini has
successfully persuaded Venice

to join our Holy League.

Where is he?

King Charles demands an answer.
Where is he?

Who is this "he"?

Cardinal Cesare Borgia.

His Majesty, the King of France

and Naples, demands
your son's return.

King of Naples?

So, della Rovere took it upon
himself to crown Charles.

And Cardinal Borgia was not there
to witness the coronation.

You know very well he has escaped.

If Cardinal Borgia
left unexpectedly,

he did so in fear of his life.

My liege gave his word
that your son would be safe.

Charles has kept
his end of the agreement.

You, however, have not.

Have we not?

You called upon Spain
to fight our army in Naples

despite avowing friendship
to King Charles.

Your word, Holiness, is worth
no more than a bull's shit.

Now, surrender your son or suffer.

French troops will return
to Rome, and this time,

we shall fire our cannons at
your precious Borgia apartments.

All of Catholic Europe
knows that Cardinal Borgia

was in excellent health when
anointed Legate to France.

If he is missing,

our advice is if you find him,
to keep him very much alive.

I shall find him, and when I do,

I'll treat your son
as I did your beloved Giulia.

Having penetrated
one of your family already,

I look forward
to violating another.

You fucked your way to freedom!

My love, please.
You must believe me.

Spare me your touch!

You have but two options.

Depart, at once, forever

or make your sin right.

I need you.
I need Laura.

Just tell me what to do,
Rodrigo. Anything.

Be gone from my sight.

Lord Jaches is very handsome.

And intelligent.

Oh, Lucrezia...

Jaches dotes on me.

We walk and we do not
have to make conversation.

Just walk, hand in hand, quiet.

And everyone around us,
everything is slow and beautiful.

I cannot wait for our wedding day.

When Alfonso and I are together,
there is never silence.

He asks me deeply
probing questions.

He truly wants
to know me, Rosalina.

But you have not spoken to
him in many months, yes?

Because he fights
against your father.

The politics are complicated.

What?

Have you seen my wife?

No, not at all.

Your brother has always

scared me.

I once thought him great.

We have been friends since I tutored
you in Latin years ago, yet...

Juan knows not my name.

That is for the best.

Holiness, an intriguing
turn of events.

Our spies report

that General d'Allegre has
suffered a terrible misfortune.

Oh.

Last night, a person,
or persons unknown,

gained entrance to his suite at
the palazzo Santa Maria and...

Cut off his testicles.

A remarkable woman.

"All is made right.

"Giulia."

The Fortezza Dell'Albornoz has
never beheld a beauty such as you.

Why, Eminence, for a cardinal,
you are quite carnal.

Well, God sees
the loveliness in you.

He knows a man of the cloth.

I came seeking refuge,

but I fear I am the third
partner in a dance for two.

Oh.

Your Holiness,
news from King Ferdinand.

Spanish troops stand ready
to advance north from Sicily

if you grant Queen
Isabella one proviso.

What now?

She demands a purge of the
Jews from the Eternal City.

Fine. We shall
purge the Jews

after the Spanish
defeat our enemies.

Sister, how good to see you.

What are you doing
in my chamber uninvited?

Reading this frivolous confection

from your sweet Alfonso D'Este.

You realize he battles against us?

He loves me.
Put that down.

Samplitipea,
would you please leave?

Then make him leave as well.

We have serious family
business to discuss.

Please, sit.

I ask politely.

Sit.

Cesare and I used
to play this game.

Go like this.

What is the matter?

This is nothing
but a child's game.

Did D'Este convince you to
turn against your own family?

Release me.

Oh, stop! That hurts!

You sent my wife to Spain.

I did not.

De Corella says
you did, so you did.

You would believe that
soulless creatura over me?

Stop.

Stop.

Without a wife, someone
new must lick my dick.

So, lick my dick, little sister.

I am going to scream.

De Corella is outside.
No one will enter.

Father will kill you.

From jealousy?

You lick the Pope's
dick, do you not?

What?

Or does he simply shove
himself between your legs?

You are deranged.

Your perversions are the
talk of the taverns.

My name in taverns?
Who speaks these lies?

Your former husband,
Giovanni Sforza.

He trumpets the facts to
any drunk who will listen.

You and father fuck.

Tell me, do you face each
other, or are you on all fours?

People believe Giovanni?

You believe Giovanni?

Giovanni is a bitter buffoon
trying to disgrace me

in order to harm our family.

And as cover
for his lack of manhood,

something the two of you share,

for only a coward will beat an innocent
woman pregnant with his own child.

Yes.

I know about your perversions,
dear brother.

And when Maria Enriques
lands in Spain,

Ferdinand and Isabella
will know the truth as well.

What will be the Holy Father's
reaction, do you think,

now that you have spoiled
for all time

his desire for a Borgia
on the throne of Spain?

Perhaps, even because of you,

Ferdinand will withdraw his troops
from the war against France.

Ah, Cardinal Sforza.

The last we heard,
you had once more

gone home to Milan. Your horse
must know the way blindfolded.

I should wait in the throne room.

No, we find it fitting

to talk with you again here, where we
first gained your vote for the papacy.

My brother, Duke Ludovico,
wishes to join you,

Spain, Venice, Mantua, Siena
and the Holy Roman Empire.

Such coincidence.

Just as 30,000 Venetian
soldiers move in concert

with King Ferdinand's army to
attack the French by land and sea,

you suddenly arrive to announce
Milan's change of allegiance.

The French must be finished,

for Lord knows the Sforza
only join the side

which holds victory in its grasp.

How are we any different
to you, Holiness?

Inform the Duke Milan is
welcome in our Holy League.

Cesare, do you know that in the
taverns and bordellos of Rome,

Alessandro has been rechristened.

Yes, instead of Cardinal Farnese,

I am called Cardinal Fregnese.

A play on words.

"Fregne" being gutter slang.

Because I gained my red
hat through my sister,

I'm a Cardinal from the cunt.

'Tis funny, the absurdity of envy.

Alessandro, that is
not humor nor envy,

but a direct insult upon
you and your sister.

Well, here is where
you and I are different.

Whereas I can laugh at myself,

you take every word spoken about
you as the thrust of a sword.

You are right, as always.

Holiness, the Lady Giulia.

Choose which belongings
you wish to take with you.

With me?

Where am I going?

Where are we going, my love?

Orvieto. Once Charles hears
of Milan's defection

and the burgeoning strength of the Holy
League, he will race back to Rome.

Since he rides from the south,

we feel the faithful
in our northern dioceses

should see their Pontiff
in all our glory.

I am forgiven? Truly?

We asked you to make it right,
and you have done so.

Just remind us
never to do you wrong.

Mmm.

I should come with you, Father.

We need you here. You must charm
the King as long as possible,

giving us time to move northward,

and for Spain
to lay siege to Naples.

But Father, the last time Charles
came to Rome, you remained.

Last time, Charles believed us weak.
We believed ourselves weak.

There was no threat to him.

Now the outcome is unknowable.

So, when you are weak, you stay,
but when you are strong, you flee?

As long as even one
Borgia dwells in Rome,

our travels cannot
be seen as flight

because your presence is a sign
of our intention to return.

But why must both of us stay?

Charles will do you no harm.

How can you be certain? You said
no one would harm my mother.

Because Juan will agree,
on our behalf,

to all the King's demands.

Drown him in yeses. Any
concordat can be reversed.

Holiness, I will reflect you
as my armor does the sun.

Sister.

Your words to me were wise.

I am shamed at how I have treated you.
And my wife.

I shall strive to earn
your love again.

Every day.

Holiness, I am deeply sorry

for the trouble my
cowardice has caused you.

In heaven, our Borgia ancestors
dance with pride, my son.

Your hospitality, as usual,
has been sublime, Alessandro.

But we shall also need
a number of fresh horses

for when we depart tomorrow.

Rodrigo, must we leave so soon?

You and Laura

are to remain under
your brother's protection.

My... If I stay, Charles
will lay siege.

If I am gone, he will not make
the effort to attack Orvieto.

We refuse to put you
or Laura in the path of harm.

My safety is little comfort for the
pain of being separated from you.

Excuse us.

Holiness, shall I send

some of my fine Orvieto
soldiers with you tomorrow?

No, the smaller the group,
the faster we travel.

Your Highness, we greet
you with full heart

and acclaim your ascension
to the throne of Naples.

Borgia, shouldn't you kneel
before His Majesty?

Should I kneel as well?

You are too lovely.

Where is your father?

On a tour of the Papal States.

A religious tour...
Stay down.

Where is your father?

He is not here,

but we have rooms prepared for you.
Where

is "not here"?

Where is he?

I do not know.

I am going to ask you once more,

and if you answer me
with, "I do not know,"

I shall execute your brother.

Where is Pope Alexander VI?

I do not know.

You would allow the King
of France to kill me?

I knew that he would not.
Did you?

I can reason as well as a man,
certainly as well as you.

And if you had
reasoned incorrectly?

At your funeral,
I would have wept.

Out of sadness or joy,
I do not know.

The whole of Italy has been
ravaged by the French.

Cardinal Savelli,
what is the meaning of this?

Bands of French soldiers and Swiss
mercenaries still maraud these hills.

Have you not the decency
to bury the dead?

My dead outnumber my graves,
Cardinal Borgia.

Your Holiness, we have come to
escort you to the safety of Perugia.

Good to see you, Giovanni.

We head north, Borgia,

to find our friend, the Pope.

Safe travels, Majesty.

May a strong wind be at
your back, Eminence.

Tout alors...

I have fulfilled my promise
to the Pope. Rome lives.

I deserve a reward.

What you should do is get on
your knees and thank God.

Ask forgiveness.

Yes. Yes, of course,
Sister.

Forgiveness.

I go at once.

Hail Mary, full of grace,
the Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou amongst women,

and blessed is the fruit
of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, Mother of God,
pray for us sinners now,

and at the hour
of our death. Amen.

Hail Mary, full of grace.
Hail Mary, full of grace.

The Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou amongst women,

and blessed is the fruit
of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, Mother of God,
pray for us sinners

now and at the hour of our death.

Amen.

Rosalina.

The baby is dead?

Yes.

Be ready, Holiness, to
witness the hand of God.

She has done this six times.

Brought the dead back to life?

Yes.

And she prophecies the future.

Juan...

Did you mean everything you said?

I apologize.

I should not have said what I
said to you in the chapel.

A sacred space.

I am married,

and I have no right to be falling
in love with another woman.

You are in love with me?

My tongue keeps
betraying my heart.

Pray God helps me change.
No.

I imagine he delights in what
a unique creation you are.

You are wet, my precious lady.

You are a worker of miracles.

No, I am nothing more than

an intermediary between God and
those whom he chooses to grace.

Your humility is becoming,
but a miracle worker, you are.

We must ask, Sister Columba,

do you have any prophecy
of our future as Pope?

Holy Father, please, no.

What does God intend for us?

Will he free Italy
from French occupation?

Will he restore Constantinople
to the Catholic faith?

Must the Jews be purged
from his Eternal City?

What do you see?

Something in her face. She saw the future.
My future frightened her.

Lucrezia, Lord Jaches
has returned my dowry.

He has told my father
our engagement is void.

Why?

I am no longer a virgin.

Your brother, Juan, he took me.

He raped you?

No.

You went willingly?

How could you have
let that happen?

Did I not tell you
what he did to his wife?

Scarce is now the time to lecture me.
My life is in tatters.

My father has disowned me.

I am dead, Lucrezia.
I am dead.

No, you stupid fool.

You're not dead
until you are dead.

Well, what should I do?

Tell Lord Jaches that this
is rumor, tavern gossip.

That you are still a virgin.

You Borgia are all the same,

a cabal of liars!

Then suffer with your truth!

Rosalina?

You are not dead
until you are dead.

Oh.

Under the command of Francesco
Gonzaga, marquis of Mantua,

who had three horses
shot out from under him,

30,000 Venetian troops

battled with the French at
Fornovo, near the River Taro.

King Charles has reportedly lost
a significant number of soldiers

as well as all the treasure stolen
since his arrival in Italy,

including a piece of the Holy
Cross and the arm of Saint Denis.

Also captured were the
royal helmet and sword,

as well as a book depicting naked
women in lascivious positions.

At this time, the remaining
3,000 French cavalrymen

linger huddled together
at their camp.

Bravo, Holiness.

Gilbert de Bourbon, Montpensier,

viceroy of Naples, has
surrendered to the Spanish.

General de Cordova intends to
execute all the French mercenaries

remaining in the city,

unless his Holiness
deems otherwise.

Ah! That foolish
French poseur.

Charles drank his own hubris

believing he could divide and conquer.
But no.

He spread himself too thin.
He won our war for us.

Tell de Cordova to execute
every third man

and ship the rest back to Lyon.

Go to the most Christian King
with a papal admonition.

Charles is, this day, to
head back across the Alps

and disturb the peace
of Italy no more.

Father, you have done
the impossible.

You have created unity from one
end of the Italian peninsula

to the other.

God has created unity.

Like Sister Columba,
we are his humble servant.

Let us pray in gratitude.

Lord, as when David slew Goliath,

we are grateful for the
miracle of your intercession,

proving to the world
that we are the chosen.

My Lady, I have been searching
everywhere for you.

I am praying.

For my wretched soul.

Alfonso D'Este is in Rome.

He is alive?

What distresses you?

He is in a hospital.
Santo Spirito.

My love.
Alfonso?

How I have longed to see you.
What has happened? Are you...

- Decapitated?
- No.

Uh, worry not,
I shall recover fully.

But what is this contraption?

Uh, I am being fumigated
in a mercury bath. Uh...

You look beautiful.

What is that on your face?

I have, uh,
contracted the Great Pox.

That is why I am in Rome, for the
best in medicinal treatments.

You have the French disease?

Funny, the French call
it the Italian disease.

Uh, I'm told the pox actually
came from the New World.

And I am told the pox is contracted
by sleeping with whores.

Lucrezia.

War makes a man lonely.
I thought only of you.

I was lonely, yet I was alone.

Of course.
You are a woman.

And I thank God for that.

Uh, one moment, please.
Let me hold you.

If I just figure out how to get...
Sister Clarissa!

You disgust me!

No, Lucrezia...

Sister, help me!
Lucrezia!

Each time I see Rome, it's
as if for the first time.

My heart races ahead of me.

We must welcome the
Spaniards with a triumph

equal to the Caesars.

Not a triumph, a celebration.
This is a victory for us all.

Through Spain's courageous
assistance, Rome is liberated.

King Ferdinand will always be
honored within the Leonine walls

as a protector
of Holy Mother Church.

Amen.

Holy Father, Queen Isabella has
instructed me to remind you

her husband has sent his troops,

so she expects you
to keep your promise.

We shall.

We shall draw up a strategy to purge the
Jews not just from the city limits of Rome,

but from every hectare
of the Papal States.

Father?

Father?

I could request
that General de Cordova

assign a unit of Spanish soldiers

to assist us
in rounding up the Jews.

Juan, this is a fiesta.
Business can wait.

Besides, we do not want
to exile the Jews just yet.

Go, fetch your wife.

Maria Enriques should be here
among our fellow Spaniards.

- My wife, she is...
- Father.

Father, I must speak with you.

Not now, Lucrezia.

I have prayed and I've
smothered those prayers.

I have lived my life
as you have chosen for me.

But I come now
to request your blessing.

I want to enter a convent.

I wish to devote myself to God.

You need not become a nun

to devote yourself
to our magnificent savior.

But that is what I want.

I know it is not what you want,
but my life is not yours.

Juan is right. Let us talk
of this another time.

No. I have waited
too many hours,

and in that time, I have
been engaged to many a swine

by your command.

Those suitors came from the
most esteemed families.

My mother is right. All men are swine.
You, as well.

You sell me to the family who
can help you at that moment.

But once they are no longer
of use, I am divorced.

You wanted that divorce. Our
every thought is your happiness.

You are my father. You are
supposed to protect me.

We do.

We do everything we can for
you, for them, for Rome.

Lucrezia, we, and I mean all
of our family, must sacrifice.

With this victory, God has
shown us our path is right.

No, you use me as your whore
in the name of Christ,

just as you whored out
Cesare to the Colonna.

Do not speak that way to us.
You are not so important.

We have another
daughter now, Laura.

She is a spoiled child.

Do miracles happen
only to those who pray?

These soldiers are in Rome not
because of divine intervention,

but because Rodrigo Borgia
manipulated minds and hearts.

Yet, their being here,
Rome's freedom,

is a miracle.

We beg sanctuary. We are
running for our lives.

Please, I beseech you, take us in.

You seek sanctuary?
From whom?

From my father.
Your father?

Pope Alexander VI, Supreme
Pontiff of Holy Mother Church.