All language subtitles for The Borgia S01E08 - Prelude to an Apocalypse

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

This has never happened before.

I have information regarding Orsino
Orsini Migliorati and Adriana de Mila.

How is my lady?
I am Alfonso d'Este.

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

Does this please you?

Yes, of course.
This is my dream.

Cesare, be silent.

Marcantonio Colonna.

My Uncle Fabrizio will, one
day soon, be Prefect again.

Have you learned to jerk off
with only four fingers?

Alessandro Farnese.

You are, as always,
a selfish bastard.

We are finished.

I have decided to endorse the claim
of Prince Alfonso over King Charles.

King Charles has the divine
right to rule in Naples.

Your coronation
has its consequences.

France will attack Italy,
and soon.

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.

Those whores in Milan
have deserted us.

Ludovico Sforza will soon open the
city gates and kiss French ass.

And his brother, our last
year's Vice Chancellor,

will try to convince King
Charles to depose the Pope.

What about the Neapolitan fleet?

My brother, Federigo, is
on course to attack Genoa.

Keep half your troops on
the border of the Abruzzo.

Prince Ferrando should take
the other half toward Milan,

joining with the Florentines
to drive out Sforza.

As expected, the Colonna scum
have also joined with France.

And soon the Orsini,

emboldened by your
defeat at Bracciano.

Charles will be halfway to Rome
before firing a single volley.

All these abstractions
will soon be blood and chaos.

As a precaution, I will keep a
unit of 1,000 men here in Rome.

No, I shall defend
the civitas Dei.

Of course, but to have
additional troops...

Who will be
loyal to you? No.

My guards can do the job.

Give me the opportunity
to demonstrate my prowess.

Please.

Very well.

May God Almighty be with you
both on your appointed tasks.

And how may I
be of service, Father?

Get on your knees, pray for Rome.

I can be my brother's
equal in battle

with still enough energy
to say five novenas.

And if you both
were killed? No.

Holiness, Cardinal Orsini
has arrived.

Orsini?

Under the banner
of peace we have asked

Gianbattista Orsini to return to
Rome to discuss an armistice.

Father, is that not
a futile effort?

No.

The French have not yet
crossed Mont Blanc.

Until then, there is possibility.

Lucrezia is married
to the Count of Pesaro?

Yes, but the marriage
isn't going well.

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

Give the girl
everything she desires.

Encourage her
to follow her passions,

to challenge her brothers,

her father.

Report all she does
and says to me.

But would the Countess not speak
freely with you on her own accord?

I was led to believe that you
and Lucrezia are friends.

In the two months since Adriana de Mila
left us, Lucrezia has grown distrait,

isolated, wrapping
herself in silences.

That is not good for her
or this family.

This conversation
never took place.

You will look me in the eye, or you will
find yourself with a worse disfigurement.

How was your crossing from Spain?

Calm.
Thank you, Countess.

I have never had
a lady-in-waiting.

Good, because I have
never been one.

So you will not know
when I falter.

I wonder... Pantisilea?

Shall I be able to entrust you

with my deepest, darkest secrets?

Countess, I serve you
and you alone.

We Orsini have a military
contract with Naples.

We remain strident in our resolve
to repel a French attack.

As should all followers
of the Christian word.

However, I affirm
no loyalty to you,

who lost my trust the moment
Juan attacked Bracciano.

The murder of our nephew,
Orsino, raises more doubts.

My brother Virginio feels the Borgia
have nothing to offer the Orsini.

We could command you.
We are still Pope.

For how much longer?

The Holy Roman Emperor has died!

In battle?
In surgery.

He was having a
diseased leg amputated.

May God save the soul
of Frederic the Peaceful.

Frederic was called
"The Peaceful,"

because he lost every battle and
was always forced to make peace.

Perhaps his son, Maximilian, will move
swiftly to prove he's a better warrior.

Maximilian will be as self-centered
as all the Habsburgs.

A strong military
is your only salvation.

Since we fight on a common side

I urge you to appoint a real
soldier to command your troops.

Not a pampered and reckless son.

Cesare, I need you to be
your brother's conscience.

Counsel. Do not compete.

You are late.
Where are the others?

Lieutenant Baglioni, Lieutenants
Catalano and Cioffi?

That godforsaken
Francisco Pugliese?

They are gone, Prefect.

Gone. Gone where?
To heaven?

The troops refuse
to fight for you.

Fight for me? You fools
do not fight for me.

You fight for the Supreme Pontiff
of the Universal Church.

Borgia,

Orsini, Colonna,

we care not which
horse's ass is Pope.

Fuck.

I want those two dead by sundown.

Agapito, this masked man,
my brother's attendant,

what did you learn about him?

Nothing. His heritage,
his training,

and even that mask he wears,
no one knows a single fact.

The little I have is myth.

I do not like his insertion
into my family's affairs.

Any word from Alessandro?

What is the Countess reading?

The Greek tragedy of Iphigenia.

What could you possibly
learn from the Greeks?

They are barbaric.

A ruthless king sacrifices his daughter
to the gods to maintain his power.

Iphigenea accepts her fate,
just like a sacrificial lamb,

but her sister, Electra,
commits murder.

Where is the cocksure grin
you normally wear, Alfonso?

I have been called
home to Ferrara.

Pantisilea, please leave us.

You cannot leave.

I will be bored to death
without you irritating me.

My father has decided
to support France

against your father and Naples.

I am both a loyal son and a faithful citizen.
I must depart.

But this brouhaha is nothing
but silly politics.

Far from silly.

Still, these alliances
shift constantly.

Who knows? By summer I may
be fighting for the Borgia.

"I"? Will you actually fight,
Alfonso? Go into battle?

Of course.

The thought of you
in danger's way.

I shall worry so.

Good.

Then I shall not be forgotten.

"All I refuse
and you I choose."

Your courage gives me courage.

Marcantonio Colonna has
seized the harbor at Ostia.

And raised the flag of France in place
of the Papal colors, I already heard.

If you had not weakened our
forces with your self-exaltation,

we might have held the harbor.

How dare you blame the cowardice
of those pontifical swine on me?

Swine? Those men come from the
finest families in the Papal States.

The finest putanas,
ignorant to the art of war.

The army of Naples
rushes back to defend Rome.

We pray they arrive
before the French do.

Father, I will train a new force.

A much more effective one.

I will utilize real
rough and tumble men,

whose hands have touched things other
than bobbin lace and needle dicks.

Our German citizens.

And I will assist him.

Together, Father,

we will assemble a battalion worthy of this
great city in the throne of St. Peter.

I will not fight, only counsel.

Together, as brothers should be.

While you organize,

we shall order Marcoantonio Colonna
to return Ostia to Papal control.

He will refuse.
Then what?

We shall excommunicate him.

I want a divorce.

Go.

I cannot live another
day in a void.

First you demand to sleep
with your husband,

then you demand to divorce him.

There is a fine line between
fervor and insolence, Lucrezia.

Then I want Giovanni Sforza
sent back to Pesaro.

Impossible. We need
the House of Sforza.

Even though Milan sides with
the French against you?

Do not dare to lecture me
on diplomacy, little girl.

Or seek to confuse me
with manipulation.

I am the master of both.

You'll remain married.

Not... No, not now.
Be gone.

Holiness, report from the North.

It's worse than we feared.

The French fleet has arrived in
Genoa ahead of the Neapolitans,

Charles has crossed
the Alps, the Swiss...

The Swiss are
but paid mercenaries.

Yes, and Charles
has paid them very well.

You, come.

Giacomo Galasi, from Rapallo.

Dead, dead, dead.

Who is dead?

The entire village.

We surrendered.

The Swiss monsters, they set
fire to our crops, our homes.

Our new cathedral.

They destroyed every living thing.

My family,

my little boy.

They cut his tiny throat.

I tried to stop the blood.

This is what the French call war?

The town surrenders
and is slaughtered?

Where are the rules
of chivalry, of decency?

Is Charles a Christian king
or Mohammed?

Why are you still alive?

They said I was spared

so all the world might know
what happened in Rapallo.

And what will happen next,

in Rome.

Forwards.

Forwards.

You are among the privileged to be
chosen to join the Papal Guard,

to protect the Holy Father
and the cradle of Christendom.

It is an honor.

Keep your honor. Pope Alexander
has done nothing for us Germans.

Has he not brought
order to the streets?

Created tribunals of justice?

Instituted reforms that
benefit all wronged citizens?

What is in this for us, Borgia?

If you join the Guard and
repel the vile invaders,

each of you will become as
rich as a Florentine banker.

Now here is a Borgia we can trust.

You have our attention, Eminence.

Know this,

the justification to fight
is far greater than money.

The French and their
Swiss savages care not

whether their victims are
Romans, Jews, or Germans.

Whether they are rich or poor.

Your homes will be leveled, your shops
burned, the same as in Rapallo.

Will you stand and watch your
wives and daughters being raped?

Before their necks bleed?

You Germans are a proud people,

the descendants of Alaric.

Live up to your ancestry,
fight for yourselves,

for your families and for
what is now your homeland,

the great city of Rome.

Hmm.

Borgia. Borgia. Borgia.

I must speak to him now!

My nephew Marcantonio has a response
to your threat of excommunication.

You barge in without being
summoned, Cardinal Colonna?

No Borgia can condemn
a Colonna soul.

Marcantonio wants to bet us, fine.

We see his wager.
We do not bluff.

Prepare the Sistine Chapel.

Send Cardinal Piccolomini
to King Charles.

King Charles will not care.

Perhaps not,

but his wife, Queen Anne, is a
devout follower of the Church

and still recognizes
our divine authority.

Her Majesty will not cherish the idea of
being in league with an excommunicant.

How dare you?

Tell Marcantonio to enjoy the
winter breeze while it lasts,

for the climate is sure
to be warmer in hell.

Take your hands off me!

I can barely sleep at night,
worrying about Alfonso,

but I dare not write him lest my family
accuse me of collaborating with the enemy.

The ace wins, five loses.

I lose.

Oh, I languish
on the isle of despair,

stuck with half a man
as a husband,

while the one that I desire
remains far away.

I sympathize.

Forgive me, saying this
about your brother,

but I, too, am caught
in an empty marriage.

Juan is...

He can be...

You and I, Lucrezia, are both doomed
to a life of long, solitary nights...

And frivolous card games.

For women of our class,
love is a luxury.

Unless, of course, fortune
finally smiles upon me,

and Giovanni suddenly,
unexpectedly, dies.

Jorg, your men must not fear
grappling with the enemy.

The closer a Swiss soldier is to you, the
easier to thrust a dagger in his side.

Thadeus, remind your unit, there
is more to a sword than its blade.

When two swords are crossed, use the
pommel to strike the enemy in the face.

Brilliant work today, men.

France will shrink with fear when she
encounters you in the Leonine walls.

And tonight, we drink.

Any word from Spain,
or the new Holy Roman Emperor?

No, Holiness, but King Charles
has sent an emissary.

We hear from our enemy
before our friend?

This is in response to
Cardinal Piccolomini's visit?

Charles refused
to see Piccolomini.

An envoy of the Pope is no longer
admitted to the French Court?

This is more della Rovere,
goddamn him.

Who is this French emissary?

Bishop Briconnet.

Briconnet knows that we kept Pope Innocent
from advancing him to a cardinalate.

He is sent
as an insult. Fine.

We shall grant him an audience and
dispense with this humiliation.

Holy Father.

One again, King Charles requests safe
passage through the Papal States

on his way to Naples.

Once again, we have
proclaimed Alfonso d'Aragona

as the rightful heir
to the Neapolitan throne,

and therefore can not
grant such permission.

Then His Majesty
shall not be responsible

for what befalls those
who hinder his progress.

We are Peter,
Vicar of the Living Christ.

Will Charles be able
to save your soul

after we have excommunicated
you and your king?

Be gone!

You cannot excommunicate everyone.

Reach out again to Spain
and the Holy Roman Empire.

Tell Emperor Maximilian
that we wish his nephew,

Prince Ferdinand von Habsburg,

to be the godfather
of our impending child.

And tell King Ferdinand

that this French advance puts his dear
niece, Maria Enriques in the path of danger.

When Swiss soldiers rape her

he will hear the wrenching of her
undergarments all the way in Barcelona.

I see panic in the streets.
Rome, on the verge of invasion.

Not if I have
any say in the matter.

You will need more than
words to save the city.

Yes, we need a strategy.

I wonder if the way
to defeat the French

is to let them advance
deep into the Papal States

and then to cut off
the re-supply lines,

here, in the forest.

Our new guard could be
camouflaged and strike at night.

Like a slew
of German grizzly bears.

A plan worthy of Julius Caesar.

But what do I know?

I lost my war.

Now, all I have to occupy
my time is gossip.

I hear His Holiness will
excommunicate the Colonna family.

Only Marcantonio.

The Pope wants to have room to negotiate
with the rest of the Colonna tribe.

You Christians have no
shortage for hocus pocus.

No hocus pocus.

The ritual of the bell,
the book, and the candle.

First, the bell tolls,
as if for one who has died.

The excommunicant is sent
into spiritual oblivion.

Then, His Holiness
shuts the Book of Life

which is now closed
to the excommunicant.

Finally, twelve candles,

each representing the light of God

is snuffed out,

the excommunicant's soul left

in the darkness of despair.

A wondrous spectacle,

but what good is symbolism if
nothing practical is achieved?

Marcantonio Colonna is no longer a
member of the Communion of the Faith.

All must shun him.
Most shunned him anyway.

I still do not see
the real significance.

He must forfeit every hectare
of Church property he holds.

Which still means nothing, unless you
can rip the lands from his hands.

And I intend to do just that

and pluck Rome from the bonfire.

Lucrezia wishes her husband dead?

I am certain the statement was made
in a fleeting moment of frailty.

Yet, she is also reading about
Electra and her murders.

As Lucrezia's loyal servant, your
duty is to encourage her desires.

Even if those desires are sinful?

Especially.

Rodrigo had two other daughters.

One is dead now, the other still
lives, older than Lucrezia.

Vannozza Cattanei, in her time,

successfully shoved
both off the stage.

But... If you are not
up to the tasks,

then by morning you will find
yourself in the cargo hold of a ship

bound for Tierra del Fuego.

Lady, I will do as you command.

Good.

Now, um, have you
ever heard of arsenic?

Smells like almonds.

Alms for the poor.

Pantisilea, please explain why you
have brought me to an apothecary.

To help you, Countess,
with your troubles.

What are you talking about?

How may I assist you?

Yes, we need to kill a beast.

What sort of beast?

Um... A horse.

An old nag, which must
be put out of misery.

And how big is this horse?

He is, um, a man's size.

One moment.

Are you insane?

I thought you would be pleased.

Is this what they teach young maidens in Spain?
Murder is a sin.

I am so sorry, Countess.
I must have misunderstood.

I thought you wanted
to be with Alfonso d'Este.

Give this potion to the animal all
at once and he will not suffer.

Thank you, good sir,
but we shall not...

You say he will not suffer?

Nay, just like falling asleep.

We will take the potion.

The Pope ordered me to Rome.
Was this your doing?

Yes.

I am sorry, Alessandro,

I want no bad blood between us.

You are my greatest friend.

And you are mine.

We allowed our pride
to reign over logic.

Professore Decio
would scold us both.

Decio is dead.

Pisa. Taken by the French.

And they have moved into
Ferrara, greeted as heroes.

The army of Naples retreats.

All that stands between Rome and
destruction is some German peasants.

And Florence.

Piero de Medici
will remain valiant.

He is, after all, the son
of Lorenzo the Magnificent.

Surround His Holiness. Halt. Halt!

Giovanni de Medici. Alone...

Holy Father,

my brother, Piero,
has fled to Venice.

My father's tomb defiled.

The monk, Savonarola, has
turned the people against us.

We Medici are banned
from Florence...

Forever.

You're safe in Rome.

Come, rest.

Giulia never liked
the first minting.

Do you think this is us?

When one is in need of money,

the best solution is
to simply mint more?

This conflict with France
will be expensive.

Vice Chancellor, what has happened
in Milan to bring you back to Rome?

Ah, my brother Ludovico has been crowned Duke.
Gian Galeazzo died.

Quite suddenly, it seems.

Della Rovere stirs up doubts
in the mind of King Charles

regarding my brother's
legitimacy to rule,

claiming foul play
in Gian Galeazzo's death.

Was the young Duke poisoned?

I know not medicine, only men.

I can bring Cardinal Giovanni
Colonna back into the fold.

How? We excommunicated
his nephew.

As always, something must
be given in exchange.

What does Colonna want?

We must each day
say an extra novena,

asking King God for protection.

Giovanni, now
is no time for prayers.

We should throw off our
Cardinal's robes and take up arms

before we are compelled
to eat crêpes sucrées.

Your father will never
permit you to wear armor.

True. I feel great agony
knowing that.

Despite all I have done to
build the new Papal Guard,

Juan will be in a field fighting,

and the Pope will
have me on my knees.

Rome needs
both swords and prayers.

You're a cardinal, not a soldier.

Remember, we fight
in the name of Our Lord.

Faith is a powerful...
Faith?

What good is faith
if we are massacred?

Faith is a benefice
bequeathed to the conqueror.

You speak blasphemy.

Faith is a powerful force.

Giovanni...

You must have faith that you
will see Florence, and soon.

If I thought that I would never walk
the Hippodrome in Istanbul again,

I would drink hemlock.

His Holiness, Pope Alexander.

Father, had I known
you were visiting...

Prince Djem,
will you take your leave?

We need to speak with our son.

Giovanni, Alessandro, stay.
You should hear this as well.

See that we are not disturbed.

Prepare yourself to leave Rome.

For where?

Marino, the Colonna fortress.

I will lead the German
forces into battle?

No.

Then what?
I do not understand.

The price demanded to broker a peace
with the Colonna is your freedom.

You will live under the
custody of Marcantonio.

A slave to that Colonna dogbitch?

No. No, I will not go.

We order you as the Holy Father.

Though as your true father,

I hope you will disobey.

I will never see Rome again.

Holiness?

Yes, Cardinal Farnese?

Rome will be here, my friend,

like a beautiful woman, waiting.

I will do whatever is asked of me.

Your...

Your devotion brings peace
to a troubled heart.

We assume you have come
about Cesare.

How can you send him off to be
tortured by those Colonna beasts?

To die among strangers?

Rodrigo, I know the
pressures you are under.

This is our son,
this is our little boy.

Remember how he would grasp your
robes before he learned to walk?

We love Cesare as much as you.

No, you love Juan, Giulia.

You love the wrong people.
You appoint Juan as Prefect,

just as your Uncle Calixtus
did to your brother.

You repeat actions which
are proven to be mistaken.

The point is moot. Cesare's already left.
He will survive.

We have been assured
of his safety.

By liars and murderers?

Danger threatens to rise in Rome
like Lucifer from the underworld.

We stand firm holding down the tempest
but, at times, we turn to you,

to Cesare, and Juan to lend your strength.
We have already...

We have already lost
two children to death.

We care for Cesare's well-being
more than our own breath.

But he is a Borgia,
and he goes willingly,

knowing that this is the first
parry against disaster.

How you enjoy playing games
with our lives.

Your heart may care about
Cesare, but your soul is dead.

No.

Our soul is Rome,
and we will do anything.

Make any sacrifice, even our
daughter, to save this city.

I did not mean to hit her.

I do not care what Father
says, I will get Cesare back.

But what can you do?

I shall see if my feckless Sforza
husband can finally be of use.

My brother, Cesare, has been made
a prisoner of the Colonna family.

Oh, no.

Your cousin, the Vice
Chancellor, engineered this.

Please, intercede with him.
Secure my brother's release.

When he is free,
I shall be most grateful.

I will go to Ascanio at once.

I shall not disappoint you,
my beloved. I swear.

Welcome to Marino. A beautiful
place for a holiday, no?

Off the horse.

Magnificent.

A fine specimen.
You're fond of her?

She is the champion of il Palio.

Il Palio?

No.

You godless cunt.

Show our guest to his quarters.

Tell my father I love him.

He loves me.

That's what Cesare said
at the very moment he...

Oh, God, what have I done?

You have done what is necessary.

And so, too, with you.
Rome is no longer safe.

I am sending you to your
brother in Orvieto.

I do not want to be
apart from you.

This is not an argument.

Della Rovere is threatening
to burn you as a witch.

What right does
he have to condemn me?

That Genoan sodomite.

You will only be gone
for a short while.

Rodrigo, please, accompany me.

If I leave Rome, my Papacy ends.

I must stay,

and, like an alchemist,
turn dross into gold.

You must believe me,
I pleaded with Ascanio,

but my cousin refused
to help free your brother.

You...

Tried your best.

Ascanio said that, "One life is
worthless compared to the whole."

Yes.

We

control not

our fates.

Calm yourself.

Sit with me.

If an attack on Marino would
rescue Cesare, I would try.

I know.

And if I died in the attempt,
I would die happy,

knowing I was working
to please you.

You would die for me?

Without hesitation.

My father needs men.

Rome needs men.

Die for Rome, and you die for me.

Rudolfo? What is happening?
Rudolfo? Rudolfo.

Rudolfo!

I am under protection
of the Holy Father.

The Florentine Marsilio Ficino
has published a pamphlet

attacking you in writing. "Charles has
shaken the world with a mere nod."

Rodrigo...
"Rodrigo"?

Sweet Jesus, what?

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

What?

Leave me, both of you.

Wait, wait. Fine, fine, fine.
This is the game.

Fine, fine.
If they hurt her...

You, arrest Cardinals Orsini
and Colonna.

Now we have hostages.

Once again, you act impulsively.

You allow your lust for this
creature to cloud your judgment.

Him, too. Him, too.
You do not dare.

We do more than dare, we command!

Lascivious, Catalan fuck.

Lock them all
in Castel Sant'Angelo.

Tell Juan to bring me
Briconnet. Alive.

Barely fucking alive.

Giulia.

Giulia.

Giulia, Giulia.

Guards? Guards!

They are dead.

What are you
doing here? I am...

A hostage.

Stop this at once.

Briconnet,

you will be remanded with the
others to Castel Sant'Angelo

until Giulia is freed.

If she is harmed, you,
Orsini, Colonna and Sforza

will be executed, even if the death
warrant is our last official act as Pope.

Send that message to your King.

Let us see how much he cares.

Alfonso d'Aragona, King of Naples.

I have failed you, Holiness.
I have failed my people.

I have destroyed my legacy.
My army is defeated.

How many men do you have left?

I do not know.
They are scattered.

How soon until the French arrive?

Days, a week at best.

Prepare to evacuate
the Apostolic Palace.

We shall remove ourselves
to the Castel Sant'Angelo.

The moat is finished,
the towers fortified.

Summon your men. Let the French
fight for Rome street-by-street.

And Juan, do not disappoint me.

Rumors are rampant. Your
brother Cesare is a hostage?

He matters not. What does matter is
our readiness to battle the French.

Without us, Borgia.

The French Bishop Briconnet
has assured us

that our homes and shops
will not be plundered.

Briconnet is under arrest.

Even so, he said
if we refuse to fight,

we will be rewarded with twice the
gold you promised, by the next Pope.

You will curse the day you betrayed
Juan Borgia, you traitorous scum.

Miguel,

what will I tell my father?

Our Father, who art in Heaven,

hallowed be thy name.

Thy Kingdom come,

Thy will be done
on earth as it is in Heaven.

Correct me if I am mistaken,
Priest,

but three of the corporal works of
mercy are, to visit the imprisoned,

clothe the naked, and feed the hungry.
And so it shall be done.

Come.

We are ready to depart, Holiness.

So, Holiness, the danger is now so great
that we must hide ourselves like mice?

We'll be safe at
Castel Sant'Angelo.

Even if we have to share the rooms with
Sforza, Colonna, Orsini, and Briconnet.

Has anyone seen Juan?

Has anyone seen Giulia?

Oh.

How did you...

I do not know.

I was suddenly placed in a
carriage and brought here.

My threat to kill Briconnet
must have shaken the King.

Set the cardinals free
immediately.

But Holiness, they will
run straight to Charles.

So be it.

At least they'll
be gone from Rome.

Damn you, Charles
is nearly in Rome!

You have your orders.

Leave us.

My heart has stopped,
'til now. Were you harmed?

Worry not,

the French General treated
me as if I were his Queen.

Tonight we celebrate.

The French army will soon
reach the portals of Rome

accompanied by della Rovere, by my
Colonna cousins and the Orsini.

Your father, the great unifier,

he has brought peace between
the Colonna and the Orsini.

A miracle.

I submitted to you in order to bring
the Colonna to the Pope's aid.

A bond between the Colonna
and the Borgia?

No.

No poison.

See?

Food is very sensual.

The body responds to all
sorts of different stimuli.

Sometimes, I feel as if
I still have my finger.

You will burn in hell for this.

You father has excommunicated me
so I would burn in hell, anyway.

I'll give you hell on earth.

Remember, in Campo dei Fiori,
when you said to me,

"Do not poke at me"?

Well, now there will be some
serious poking, you Catalan dog.

This is more courtesy
than you deserve

bastard son of a soulless Pope.