All language subtitles for The Borgia S01E11 - Gods Monster

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Despite his enemies,

Through Spain's courageous
assistance, Rome is liberated.

Holy Father, Queen Isabella
expects you to keep your promise.

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.

Despite her love,

You sent my wife to Spain.

I did not.

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 seek sanctuary from whom?

From my father,

Pope Alexander VI, Supreme
Pontiff of Holy Mother Church.

Despite his failings,

Pedro Luis has been assassinated.

By whom?

I killed all of the assassins.

You are a good, practical man,
Duke, but you are no Borgia.

Where is the Duke of Urbino?

Captured.

Despite his faith,

I know someone who tried to
kill a baby and I stopped him.

I deceived him.
I saved this man's soul.

I found the baby.

The child is where he should be.

Since the defeat of France,

the kingdom of Naples has
been without a sovereign.

On behalf of my flock,
I ask you, Holiness,

to invest Federigo d'Aragona,

brother of our late liege,
with the crown.

Federigo is a good man, but he has
little experience in government.

We fear more unrest if he rules.

He is an admiral.

Must we talk politics?

Yes, La Bella.

Then come, ladies, we shall adjourn
to a more festive room and gossip.

I cannot wait to meet
General Cordova tomorrow.

I hear he is exceedingly handsome.

Mmm.

You need to watch
out, my friend.

Thoughts from the throne of Naples?

The d'Aragona family caused the recent
troubles which rippled through Italy.

Do we really want to see
them return to power?

Whoever is chosen must have
the trust and love of Spain.

Yes, especially since every
inch of Naples and Rome

is blanketed by Spanish garrisons.

We have a suggestion
for a new king.

The Prince of Tricarico.

Who?

Me.

Before Alfonso abdicated,

he granted me the title of Prince.

Juan is also related
to the House of Aragona

through his marriage
to Maria Enriques.

His brother, Goffredo,
is Prince of Squillace.

No offense, Highness, but you were
defeated at Bracciano by the Orsini,

the Papal Guard then deserted,

facts which do not augur well for
your ability to lead a nation.

If I were to prove
myself in battle,

would I be welcomed
as king in Naples?

We will see.

I will not die, but live

and will proclaim
what the Lord has done.

Let us take Sister Lucia to bed.

I will not die.

Pantisilea, what is happening?

Lucrezia, it is a miracle.

The wounds of Christ's crucifixion

suddenly appear
as if driven by nails

on Sister Lucia's hands and feet.

Stigmata.

She has grown with
such speed, our Laura.

We shall enact a papal decree

commanding all daughters
to stay forever innocent.

I am a daughter. Would you
have me remain so innocent?

As always, Giulia Farnese
is the exception to the rule.

Oh, you were thinking of Lucrezia.

How could she run away,
lock herself in a convent?

These six weeks
have been unbearable.

Order the Mother Superior
to throw Lucrezia out.

No, not yet.

I am hoping she will come
home of her own accord.

Shall I go to
San Sisto to see her?

Will that calm your heart?

How I love you, La Bella.

Mmm. Fetching.

Giulia.

If Father has sent you, go away.

I have just traveled
through foul, dusty streets

and this is my greeting?

But the Pope...

He does not even know
that I have come.

I was hurt when you departed
without a wave goodbye.

I had to leave the palace walls.

All those portraits
who stare at us...

Their eyes are not genuine,
only an illusion.

I needed to find something
I knew to be pure and real.

A cloister?

There is nothing real about
cutting yourself off

from the reality of the world.

I am closer to God than I
ever was in the Vatican.

The community, the
prayers, and Sister Lucia.

A nun blessed with stigmata.

The blood is real,
her eyes are real.

Giulia...

I have found my calling.

If you are happy,

I am happy.

What would your father, the
Pope, say of you fucking a Jew?

Where is your brother?
I do not know.

But he should be present
for such an occasion.

Holiness, Ambassador
Diego Lopez de Haro

and Gonzalo Fernandez de Cordova,

Supreme Commander,
the Royal Army of Spain.

You are most welcome, General.

Guidobaldo de Montefeltro,

Duke of Urbino.

Guidobaldo, we
understand you served

as General de Cordova's
second-in-command with great valor.

We praise you both for
defeating the French invaders

and restoring peace
to the Eternal City.

A small but lethal unit of French infantry
remains at the fortress of Marino.

They consort with our enemies,
the Orsini and the Colonna.

We charge you to empty
this pocket of evil.

And the pockets
of evil inside Rome?

Queen Isabella was promised that all
Jews would be driven from this city.

Our soldiers' swords stand ready.

The Jews bring plague.

Overcrowding of refugees in the
Judaeorum Borgo brings plague.

I meant a spiritual plague.

And a political one
upon you, Holy Father.

On the orders of their Most Catholic
Majesties, we will discuss Marino

only when the Jews leave Rome.

Battles are planned by
generals, but won by soldiers.

Step forward, young man.

Who are you?

Pedro Caldes of Valencia,
Holy Father.

Pedro, we had an older brother
that shared that name.

And a son, as well.

God called each to heaven.

You have our brother's
nose and chin.

We could be looking at our
brother when he was your age.

You are married, Pedro?

Love is a war in which
I have not been victorious.

Mmm. Perhaps you will find less
resistance from the women of Rome.

Pedro Caldes.

That soldier?

Not the son of a duke or a count,

but a humble peasant from
Valencia who rescued Rome.

He rescued Rome?

You have a use for this young man.

God is mysterious and then,
suddenly, he is revealed.

My brother, the judge.

Ha. I've been assigned
to run these tribunals

because the Pope himself
is weary of them.

The stealing of carrots,
the unpaid bill of fare.

Rodrigo sees you as uniquely qualified
to make decisions in his name.

A large step and good training.

Listening to the desires of others

is the key to learning
their weaknesses.

Like Lucrezia.

That sad, conflicted girl.

Sad? May we all
be as satisfied.

His Holiness will not allow her

to remain in the
convent of San Sisto

because he wants to secure her.
Yes, he will.

I have convinced him the nunnery
is the best place for the girl.

Best for you, as well?

I calculate my words,

however false, to get what I want.

As I was telling Rodrigo
of my visit with Lucrezia,

I almost forgot I could
simply speak the truth.

Lucrezia is happy.

And Rodrigo will have to be
content with his other daughter.

My Laura.

A messenger from the Holy Father.

Countess...
I am no longer a countess.

My apologies.

I am not accustomed
being so near royalty.

I just said, I am not royalty.

But you are the
daughter of a Pope.

I come on behalf of His
Holiness, Alexander VI.

I have no interest in any
missive from that man.

Yet, I am compelled to deliver it.

His Holiness misses me, yes?

My response is that he misses using
me for his political intrigues.

I remain here, to prepare for a
life dedicated solely to Christ.

Again, I am sorry for my
lack of social grace...

I have heard enough.

He is striking.

We are pledging our bodies

to the pleasures of the
Spirit, Pantisilea.

A sigh of discontent?

I am here to serve you.

This is not about me,
this is about faith.

Do you want to become a nun?

Go. Go back to the Vatican

with that boy
you find so striking.

You are dismissed from my service.

Lucrezia...
Be gone from my sight.

We stand in the Domus Aurea,

the Golden Palace
of the Emperor Nero.

This is a palace? It looks
like a dungeon or a tomb.

Nero did not live
amid these walls.

He only held orgies here.

The palace was buried for
centuries, until yesterday

when a farmer stepped through
a cleft in the hills above,

weakened by the recent rains.

And why should we care?

God has given us a gift
of bounty and beauty.

He transports us back to the
glorious days of the Roman Empire.

This discovery is an omen
of greatness yet to come.

Me, as king of Naples.

Why were you not there to
greet General de Cordova?

Are you afraid to face
the Duke of Urbino?

Brother,

I would like to end
the sour taste between us.

In hopes that I will help you
gain the Neapolitan throne?

Yes.

I must devise a way
to prove myself.

General de Cordova refuses to
assign his soldiers to my command.

Help me organize
a new Papal Guard.

While Spain dominates the city,

you will not be permitted
to train an army.

Do you actually think that King Ferdinand
will allow you to rule Naples?

Let us leave before we are
buried alongside ancient Rome.

You, there, pull.

Now that the city
has been liberated,

we can finally begin our
construction of a new basilica.

Rome and her people
need beauty, awe.

No more rainy leaks,
no more pigeon shit.

You requested my presence, Father?

We must not only convince
the barons of Naples,

but also their Most
Catholic Majesties in Spain

that you will make a worthy king.

Father, I have done much wrong

and will need to prove
myself to Queen Isabella.

Let me organize the
expulsion of the Jews.

Here is our dilemma.

The Jews bring Rome trade,

filling our coffers with taxes.

We do not wish them gone.

For the good of Rome,

I will conceive a strategy to
satisfy both you and the Queen.

Cardinal de Medici.
Giovanni.

Thank you for coming.

Your letter sounded most urgent.

How would you like
to perform an act

which would bring you, and
therefore your family, much glory?

Yes.

The Jews cut their foreskins.

They are barbarians.

I will rid Rome of these barbarians
without the loss of blood.

How?

We will baptize them.

Force them to convert?

A sprinkle of Holy Water and all
the Jews suddenly disappear.

We will, of course,
charge them for the honor

and fatten the papal treasury.

How am I to be of assistance?

Priests perform the baptisms.

Who better than a Medici?

Rodrigo sends a
pretty soldier boy,

hoping he will
entice Lucrezia home.

Pedro was quite unsuccessful.

Return to the convent at once.

I came to Rome to gain
a husband of wealth,

not to make a pledge of chastity.

Besides, she dismissed me.

I cannot go back.

Then you are useless.

I am shipping you off
to the Tierra del Fuego.

I am told the colonists
need whores.

Please.

Please.

The Lady Lucrezia seemed
quite adamant, Holy Father.

The only problem
with being a Borgia,

is all your children
are Borgia as well.

From King Vladislaus of Hungary.

Is there nothing, Pedro, you can do?
No solution you can offer?

I am told there is a Sister
Lucia, who suffers from stigmata.

Witnessing the young nun suffering

has strengthened Lucrezia's
resolve to join the order.

A doctor will examine this nun.

Upon seeing Sister Lucia's
condition is simple artifice,

Lucrezia will have
a change of heart.

But what if the affliction
is found to be truly divine?

Our doctor will diagnose
as we tell him to diagnose.

There is truth and underneath
that, a deeper truth.

Our daughter needs neither lofty
words nor bleeding palms.

She needs a friend.

Will you be that friend?

My brother has been ordered by the
Pope to go to Holy Confession.

To purify his soul, in hopes of
garnering the throne of Naples.

I intend to have
some sport with Juan.

I will hear his confession.

But you are not yet a priest.

To be truly forgiven, one must
promise never to do wrong again.

Will Juan ever stop doing wrong?

Especially if he is crowned a king?
No, definitely no.

Then what does it matter if Fra
Jacapo hears his confession or I?

You must prepare the Basilica for
the christening of the Jews.

Yes, Your Highness, right away.

Farnese.

Here to confess?

All done. My soul
is scrubbed clean.

What is Fra Jacapo's mood?

Benign, as always.

The latest fashion?

Since the discovery
of the Domus Aurea,

Rome worships the time of Nero.

Bless me, Father,
for I have sinned.

My last confession was...

One week ago.

Speak your sins, my son,
and all will be forgiven.

I have lied, cheated, stolen...

But in the name of
the Supreme Pontiff, so...

Those are not sins.

Exactly.

May I go?

No, not yet.

Surely, you must have acted
once out of selfishness.

No, I...

The truth is, Fra Jacapo,

I have carried a sin
for quite some time.

A mortal sin,

never revealed,

which haunts me.

Confess your crime, my son.

Liberate your heart
from the prison of guilt.

You must remember,

around this Holy Confessional
is the aura of silence.

I will tell no one.
Do you swear?

Upon the death of your soul?

Yes.

My half brother, Pedro Luis,
I had him murdered.

I hired the assassins, had
them dressed as Muslims.

Then I killed them
to cover my plot.

Yes...

Quite shocking, Fra Jacapo.

But I am sorry
for having offended God.

I promise never to commit
fratricide again.

Fra Jacapo?

You are forgiven.

And my penance?

You must tell your father.

Never.

Then you will not
be granted God's grace.

Fuck you.
No, fuck you.

I knew it was you all along.

Liar.
I recognized your voice.

I am the better actor.

I had you believing me.

I made all of that nonsense up.

Murderer.

Come visit me, priest,
when I am king of Naples.

Juan needs Spanish soldiers
to carry out the baptisms.

Your son has shown no
remorse at his inaction

when Guidobaldo Montefeltro
was taken into captivity.

The next time Juan
faces the Duke of Urbino,

we expect a mea culpa.

Each hour, the Colonna, the
Orsini, and the French

become more entrenched in Marino.

Yet you do not attack
because of hurt feelings?

Because of honor.

Honor is a rare
commodity these days.

Guidobaldo shall have his apology.

And Juan shall have his troops.

Who is there?
Oh, good lady.

Is Lucrezia not well?

Lucrezia is in a convent and...

Convent?

I do not want to be a whore.

Mama, we must talk.

Be off.

Wait for me.
The music room.

That creature unsettles me.
She is harmless.

Your sister is in a convent.

Why was I not told?

Father forbid us to say a word.

We Borgia, we have
so many secrets.

I have learned something terrible.

Juan had Pedro Luis murdered.

What? No.

He admitted so.

Directly to me.

No, he was jesting.

I do not believe so, Mama.

You must verify this.
How?

We will devise a way.

And if I do?

Juan must die.

Tell me, Juan Borgia, how does
it feel to not need a God?

To be born so wealthy,
to have every desire

delivered with a wave
of your fingers?

I see the problem.

You do not want to pay
the christening fee.

Here.

I am generous.

Leave my home.

On Saturday, you will walk to Saint
Peter's, or you will be dragged.

I leave you to choose.
Who will drag us?

There is no Papal Guard. The Spanish
troops will not follow you.

Your few bravi are no
match for the 1,200 Jews.

You sent for me, Your Highness?

Yes.

My brother possesses
knowledge dangerous to me.

Cesare must die.

This is for the good of Rome.

Hmm.

Such an incredible coincidence
that you, senor Caldes,

were chosen to accompany
the doctor here.

Oh, that was no coincidence.

Pope Alexander
asked me specifically.

These wounds...

As a man of science,
I am bewildered.

As a believer in the
Holy Word, I am in awe.

I cannot diagnose whether this
is medical or miraculous.

The Holy Father will be angry.

If only I could receive
such an undeniable message.

I need to know
that my path is true,

that I am a beacon of purity

no matter what is
spoken against me.

Senorita,

if you will pardon me once more...

No stigmata is needed to see
the purity of your heart.

I know you dismissed
your lady-in-waiting.

I am not good with words,

but I am good at staying quiet.

If ever you need a friend
to simply listen.

Why would I ever open my heart
to a simpleton like you?

I went to the convent of
San Sisto to see Lucrezia.

I was refused entrance.

Rodrigo has ordered the Mother
Superior to accept no visitors.

Save those he sends.

This family is madness.

I have seen Lucrezia.

He sent me.

And you will do anything
Rodrigo commands? Yes.

I love him.

One time Rodrigo said there are only
two women he has ever truly loved.

Me and...

Me and Lucrezia.

But sometimes with
Rodrigo's love comes

Rodrigo's indifference to
the other person's feelings.

He is blind to Lucrezia's joy.

I have tried to explain that she
has finally found peace, but...

Rodrigo thinks his desires
are gifts for us.

He will destroy
Lucrezia's serenity.

You must go to him.

Convince him to allow Lucrezia
to take the Holy Vows.

You say this, but it is not
for the sake of Lucrezia.

You are scared.

If the Holy Father is so willing
to disregard my daughter,

then when your daughter is of age,

will he not abuse
her heart as well?

I should have known better than to
try to deceive Vannozza Catanei.

I will do this favor for you,
as you have done for me.

Then the slate
between us is blank.

We can be enemies again.

And the girl, Pantisilea, will
work in my villa. At your expense.

As you command, Vannozza Cattanei.

I come in peace.

Peace? From my brother?

Your brother
ordered me to kill you.

And you tell me
instead of doing so?

Why?

Loyalty is a price paid not to the
highest bidder, but the better man.

I offer my blood to you.

Again, I ask, why?

Through this mask, I see clearly.

You, Cesare Borgia,
will reign supreme.

If you desire to follow me,

reveal all about the assassination
of my half-brother, Pedro Luis.

I knew the truth
would emerge eventually.

You will apologize to the
Duke of Urbino. For what?

You allowed him to be
captured at Bracciano.

He got himself captured.

You refused to pay the ransom.

One man does not pay
for another's errors.

Listen, we are this close to ridding
Italy of the remaining French soldiers.

As well as the Italians
who plot against our Papacy.

General De Cordova
and the might of his men

are needed to end all conflict

and to subjugate the Jews.

Without de Cordova's support,

you stand no chance
of becoming king of Naples.

You will apologize.

Regarding Bracciano, I...

I...

I'm sorry,

that the campaign failed, you
were captured and that I was

unable

to secure your freedom.

I swore an oath to serve
the Vicar of Christ

and will, therefore,

follow the orders given in his
blessed name by General de Cordova.

Highness, my soldiers
are yours to command.

Your Holiness, Vannozza Cattanei.

Thank you for meeting me.

Bring me Pedro Caldes.

What do you need?

Lucrezia lives in a convent.

She is impulsive, like her mother.

When our daughter awoke from her
coma, she spoke of her vocation.

She has no right to choose.

And if Lucrezia is truly happy?

Would you be?

She is not me, nor is she you.

Open your eyes, Rodrigo.

The girl has become her own woman.

No, this is childish rebellion.

- Could I talk to her?
- No.

He will go once more
to talk with her.

To do more than talk.

If our plan does not succeed,

then you may smother Lucrezia
with motherly kisses.

That is our final word.

Your word is never final, Rodrigo.

You are not God.

Stop that bullshit
or pay severely.

Are you finished?

Now, that you have fulfilled
your promise regarding the Jews,

we will attack the French,
and your enemies,

the Orsini and Colonna,
with our full force.

And Juan, as Prefect of Rome,

as Prince of Tricarico,
will join you in this battle.

Of course, Beatitude.

His sword will be most valuable.

Good. Let us all dine together to
celebrate your impending victory.

Holy Father, our
liberation is complete.

And these two...

They cowered,
waving the white flag

as I cut through the French ranks.

And what of Virginio Orsini?

Alas, he is still at large.

Perhaps the Duke of Urbino
will explain why.

We are in pursuit of Orsini.

He will be captured
within a fortnight.

To a dungeon with these traitors.

While we go say a Mass of
Thanksgiving to Christ, our Lord.

Do not let them escape.

Highness, I have received this post
from the Royal Court in Spain.

Lucrezia.

Lucrezia!

I come to enlighten you.

To tell you how much you have
helped your dear friend,

Maria Enriques de Luna.

Read this letter.

My sweet wife did not
survive the sea voyage.

As of now, I am a widower
and you, a murderer.

No.

Yes! Died giving birth
on troubled waters.

You could not keep to your own business
and now death has come to my family.

What of the child?

Are you satisfied with your
actions, you foolish cunt?

Juan, the baby?

Are you proud of your master
plan to protect Maria Enriques?

What of the child? Juan, please,
what became of the child?

Children.

Twins.

Both survived.

In her last breath,

Maria Enriques named
my newborn son,

my heir,

Juan.

She loved me
more than you thought.

No vow to God can redeem the
evil which you have done.

Sister Lucia, I...

I come

seeking guidance.

To learn from you

endurance, purity...

One cannot teach these virtues.

They flow from the heart's core.

Of course, I fear I am
not explaining myself.

I had a vision calling me
to cloistered life.

But my family swayed me, insisting
that my vision was a dream.

But deep down, I knew the truth.

The essence of faith,

to accept what is unknowable.

My past actions,

I have spoken lies,
contemplated murder.

A dear friend is dead
as a result of my scheming.

Even being in this convent

is in disobedience to the Pope.

Pray with me.

Ask God to bless me with stigmata.

You are asking for stigmata?

To have a divine sign of love.

A sign that I, too,
am blessed, forgiven.

I, me, I, me.
This selfishness and pride.

To pray for such a curse...

These are not a prize one
displays to prove saintliness.

By asking for this misery, you show
God you do not deserve his blessing.

You do not belong here,
Lucrezia Borgia.

When are you going
to tell your father

about Juan's complicity in
the murder of Pedro Luis?

Soon. Now that the French are no
longer a danger to the Papal States,

I will find the right moment to pluck
the crown of Naples off Juan's head.

Just the fellow for whom
we have been searching.

We have a surprise.

You are pregnant.

Yes.

I am overjoyed.

You will make a splendid father.

And you will stand as godfather.

You are Marcantonio Colonna?

What do you want?

From Juan Borgia.

In gratitude for the rape
of his brother, Cesare.

Juan hates his brother
to such an extent?

From Cesare Borgia, for the same.

Senorita.

You requested my presence.

I have obeyed the Pope,
I have obeyed you.

I realize that my life
is not as important as...

God spoke to me once.

Please, come sit near.

Do you know what God sounds like?

Like a dove flying through
a gentle snowfall.

I have been searching for
the sound of His voice,

the clarity, ever since.

And have you found it here,

at the Convent of San Sisto?

No.

Others have, I have not.

I am sorry.

I know that my uneducated thoughts

will mean little to
someone of such elegance.

But...

On the battlefield,

I learned that there are experiences
you can only truly have once.

The good ones, you must cherish,

for they are your first and last.

And the bad ones...

Take comfort,

for they are your first and last.

I do not wish
to be my father's pawn.

What did he order you to do?

To be your friend.

If he wants us to be friends,

I do not want your friendship.

Become my lover.

Here?

Lady Lucrezia.

Ah! Lucrezia.

Babbo.

I would like to come home.

Darling girl, I missed you so.

We both have.

Pedro Caldes,

we thank you for bringing
our daughter back to us.

We know not how to repay you.

I am sure there must
be some reward.

Yes.
Yes, of course.

We shall speak
with General de Cordova

regarding Pedro's
exemplary dedication.

What evidence do you possess

proving that Juan
killed Pedro Luis

and that he wants
Cesare dead, as well?

I have none.

Well, then your brother
will simply deny the truth

and, being of a higher station,
will be the one believed.

True.

You may go, Micheletto.

De Corella's new allegiance to you

could, instead, be part of
Juan's plot to murder you.

Don't be late.

You, here at my mother's inn?

Someday I will have
a house of my own.

Whose bastard son is this?

Yours.

Lying bitch.
Our son is dead.

No, he's alive.

Saved from death by
your friend, Farnese.

I do not believe you.

I do not care in who or
in what you believe.

His name is now Gerolamo.

You whore!

I am the woman you
created, Cardinal Borgia.

And so, Cardinal Carafa, have
you gained the acceptance

of your barons and bishops?

When will Juan Borgia ascend
to the throne of Naples?

Holiness, never.

Never?

The people of Naples
choose Federigo d'Aragona

as the rightful heir.

- The people?
- And I have a document,

signed by the Doge of
Venice, the dukes of Milan,

Ferrara, Savoy, Mantua, as
well as the king of Spain,

bestowing their approval
upon Federigo, as well.

So, the Pope's wishes matter not?

We hope

that the Supreme Pontiff
will bless this succession.

Fine. We agree.

On this condition.

Juan's wife has sadly died.

He must marry Carlotta d'Aragona,

the late king's true daughter.

Our new king will be delighted.

If, in return, you will go to
Naples to crown His Majesty.

Of course. We long
to see Capri again.

Boo!

Shit.

A warning, old friend, there are
ghosts wandering about this place.

Why did you want
to meet down here?

Have you no appreciation
of history?

I was reading Plutarch's
Lives of the Caesars.

Nero was a true monster.

I enjoy history.

I enjoy fresh air
and sunlight more.

So, you are to be a father.

I am.

As I am.

You?

You are to be a father?

Not to be, I am.

My son, by Fiametta.

I do not understand. In Perugia,

I witnessed the healing
powers of Sister Columba.

She brought a dead
baby back to life.

But you know all
about such miracles.

You carried my son back
through the door of death.

- Cesare...
- No, I am grateful.

You did what was right,

just as I will
now do what is right.

Sometimes, I think that
I am God's monster.

Then do not kill me.
Beg for your life.

Please, do not kill me. Coward.

I did not whimper when Marcantonio
shoved his cock up my ass.

I fought, as any man would.

Are you a man, Alessandro?

This fetus inside Silvia
must belong to someone else.

You have no balls, you never had.

I could gore you,

as a bull does.

Then do so,

if that will make you
feel good about yourself.

But I know you, Cesare.

In an hour, you will be
drowning in a Tiber of remorse,

weeping over my carcass.

What I did was misguided,
but done out of love.

What you do now

is pride.

The worst sin against
God, self-love.

You and I are henceforth

enemies.