All language subtitles for The Borgias 01 1981

The peninsula of Italy
is threatened by
invasion from France

and the Muslim Turks.

Italy itself
is divided into
ten warring kingdoms.

At the center are
the Papal States

ruled by Pope Innocent VIII.

Rome, its capital,
is also divided
into warring factions,

the Orsini, the Colonna
and the Borgia.

This is for calling
my uncle a Jew.

This is for calling
my uncle a Moor.

This is because I feel like
beating the shit out of you.

Cesare, stop.
You'll kill him.

I thought you'd never get here.

Mama.

Mama.

Mama!

Mama.

Mama, help me.
Mama, I'm dying.

No, Lucrezia.
You are a woman now.
Come, we will wash you.

Come on, Ottaviano.

His Holiness
will not be receiving
petitions today.

He is meeting with
the College of Cardinals.

Verbum incarnatum.

His Holiness,
Pope Innocent VIII
of that name

calls to order a meeting
of the Sacred College
of Cardinals

on this third day
in the month of March

in the year of our Lord,
fourteen ninety and two.

The Supreme Pontiff will
hear from Vice-Chancellor
Rodrigo Cardinal Borgia.

Holy Father, I have received
the joyous report from
King Ferdinand of Aragon,

and his Queen,
Isabella of Castile.

Their armies have driven
the Muslims from Granada,
uniting the country of Spain.

Bravo.

In honor of this
momentous victory for
the Christian faith,

I beseech Your Holiness
to grant to Ferdinand
and Isabella

the title of
Most Catholic Majesty.

The Supreme Pontiff
will hear from the Dean of
the Sacred College,

Giuliano Cardinal della Rovere.

Holy Father, to bestow
upon the Spaniards
such an extraordinary title

will certainly anger
all the other monarchs
of Europe.

King Charles of France has
been no less ardent in
defending the one, true faith.

Vice-Chancellor.

Your Holiness has asked
the French King to
initiate a new Crusade

to defend the Italian coast
from the heathen Muslims.

Yet His Highness equivocates.

Though the army of France
is the greatest military force
in the known world,

he equivocates.

Why?

Perhaps his faith
is not married
to his passion.

What says the consistory?
Assent?

16.

Dissent?

Four.

Vice-Chancellor?

Now to a request from
Lorenzo de Medici regarding
his son, Giovanni.

The highest
being of consciousness
on Earth is man,

but our existence
must have purpose.

God commands each of
us to think, observe
and create.

No, Alessandro. He commands us
to perform unselfish service
for the good of humanity.

That is the only way
to save one's soul.

From His Holiness.

It's for you.
Giovanni de Medici.

I...

I am named a cardinal.

Well done, old friend.

Congratulations.

Invasion by the French,
the Germans, the Muslim Turks
hangs above us like a noose,

and yet Italy
remains fractured.

Ten independent
countries squabbling.

20 points.

The threat of war between
Naples and Milan grows
more pungent each day.

You, Orsini,
have made things worse

by signing a contract
with Naples.

You, Colonna, tried to
do the same,
only we outbid you.

40 points.

You cheat.

Cheat? Me?

Orsini dog!

Colonna whore!

No.

Stop. In the name of
Almighty God, stop.

These petty rivalries
endanger Rome. Rome!

Will you murder the
Eternal City simply to prove
your family is the strongest?

No. These factions must end.
We must work in unity.

Gianbattista, Giovanni,
I want you to offer each
other the sign of peace.

Our three families,
we are the masters of Rome.

We can leave our children
a legacy of plenty
or of waste. Choose.

When the city is safe,

you can kill each other.

Lucrezia.

Lucrezia.

Lucrezia.

Lucrezia.

Did you not hear me call?
Yes, Mother.

Then why did you not respond?

I shall never have a husband.

Boys, wait for me downstairs.

My father is dead.

My brothers are off
either fighting
the Muslims in Spain

or studying for
the priesthood in Pisa.

Or too young.
Who will arrange
a marriage for me?

Cardinal Borgia,
your uncle, of course.
When? Why does he wait?

Am I too ugly?
Too plain? Too...
No.

He wants to find you
the right husband.

And besides,
I have been married
three times.

I advise you,
be careful for
what you wish.

Oh, Mama.

Tell me about my father.
I have done so
a thousand times.

Was he handsome?
Yes.

Was he brave?
Oh, yes.

Did you love him so much
that you thought you would
die without him?

You read too much romance,
Lucrezia.

I'm sad to say,
but soon you will learn

there is very little
real romance in the world.

The weather has been
so strange lately.

Brutally hot one moment,
frigidly cold the next.

An augur of ill times to come?
The death of the Pope?

Or war between
Naples and Milan.

That in itself will bring
ruin to the entire
Italian peninsula.

But, worse, to Rome.

In order for one
to attack the other...

their armies must
march through
the Papal States.

I've asked the Pope
to intercede, but
he procrastinates,

Uncle!
unsure whether to shit
on Naples or piss on Milan.

Juan, why have you
returned from Spain?

I did not summon you...
Uncle, Pedro Luis is dead.

He was the future of
our family.

Ride to Pisa at once,
bring your brother
Cesare home. Go. Go.

Yes.

Is the pain too much?
That's seven points to you.

Wine will fortify your game.
Juan.

Back from Valencia?
What is wrong?

Pedro Luis has
been assassinated.

By whom?
I killed all of
the assassins.

Was that wise?
Wise?

Well, we'll never know
who sent them.
The Moors, of course.

In retaliation
for our brother's
victory at Ronda.

Come.
We must to Rome.

God is punishing me
for my sins.

Last year, he took
my daughter, Jeronima,
and now Pedro Luis.

Though the two
were not my children,
I loved them as my own.

No man should bury a brother,
a daughter and a son.

Vannozza, I am afraid of
losing more. So I want
Lucrezia to live with me.

The death of my firstborn
has been like a bell in a
church tower awakening me.

I need my family near.

Will you finally acknowledge
them as your children?

No.

The Pope himself has
legitimized his bastards.
Why can you not?

He is the Pope, above reproach.

I am merely mortal, and
susceptible to slander,
abuse, ridicule.

What about Goffredo?

He stays here.

You said you wanted
all of your children.

Exactly.

And I am hoping you will
come to trust me as you do
your own mother.

The room is lovely,
Cousin Adriana.
Thank His Eminence.

I will send in servants
to unpack your belongings.
Um, no.

I would like

a moment to pray.

Mama.

Eternal rest, grant unto
Your faithful servant,
Pedro Luis,

and let perpetual light
shine upon him.

Whom Thou has called
out of this world

and caused him to be joined
to the fellowship of
Thy saints.

Through our Lord,
Jesus Christ, Thy son,

who being God,
lives and reigns with Thee

in the unity of the Holy Ghost.

The just man shall be
in everlasting remembrance,

an evil report,
he shall not fear.

The just man.

Trusting in the Lord,
his heart is steadfast.

He shall not fear
till he looks down
upon his foes.

You are men now
and I will talk
to you as men

about issues which are
important to us as a family.

Rome is in danger.

Pope Innocent
will not live long.

The Colonna family
and the Orsini family,

each hoping to name
the next Pontiff,

will seize the bridges,
the roads, the fortresses
which surround us.

Our fortunes, our very lives
will be in danger.

Unless...

Unless we keep the two
families focused on
a single enemy.

Am I right, Uncle?
Yes.

And that enemy is
Cardinal della Rovere.
Am I right, Uncle?

Yes.

In my eyes, you are both
of equal measure.

But only one of you
can succeed Pedro Luis
as Duke of Gandia.

Juan, I want you to visit
Virginio Orsini.

Listen to him,
sympathize with his
every complaint,

make him believe
we Borgia side with him.

And you, to Fabrizio Colonna,
to convince him of the same.

Poison their minds
against della Rovere.

You are the sons
of the House of Borgia.

I have absolute faith
in your talents
and discretion.

Be gone with Godspeed.

They're too young
for such a mission.

I had hoped to have
more time to school them,

but events are moving
faster than the ideal.

I need to know which of
them can lead

because I cannot leave Gandia
without a duke for long.

The province is too wealthy
and will soon be swallowed up
by someone else's kin.

Either Juan or Cesare
must become Duke

and marry the Princess
Maria Enriques de Luna.

Yes, I have not given up
my hope of a Borgia
on the Spanish throne.

Padishah Bajazet
cannot be trusted.
You are wrong, Borgia.

A Muslim attack on Rome
is impossible while
the civil war rages in Turkey.

My point, Fabrizio, is that
Pope Innocent will not live
out the year.

Is that why you are here?

Will you offer
some kind of bribe,

so we Colonna will support
your uncle's grab for
the Throne of Saint Peter?

You misjudge him.
The Vice-Chancellor
is content to...

No Spaniard, no Borgia bastard
will ever again be Pope.

I will kill him.

Yes.

But not now.

You have failed, Cesare,
failed miserably.

Because you lack control,
you have upset
the fragile balance...

- I am sorry...
- Step away from me.

Juan.

Because you have succeeded
in securing the support of
the Orsini,

I'm going to ask King Ferdinand

to name you
the second Duke of Gandia.

In nomine Patris et Filii
et Spiritus Sancti.

I accept the honor of
being Duke of Gandia with
gratitude and respect.

I pledge to faithfully
serve you, Your Holiness,

King Ferdinand of Aragon
and our Lord God

for as long as I shall live.

Oh, Giuseppe, I cannot
believe you do not make
an appointment...

Lucrezia, why are you
not in bed?

I'm too excited.

Cesare, I wish I were inside,

listening to all
the fascinating
conversations.

Hardly fascinating.
The cardinals are
discussing alum.

The dye that comes
from the papal mines
near Civitavecchia.

Innocent's greed
has glutted the market

and the price of alum
has hit a breathtaking low.

The Pope is bankrupt?

I hear he will pawn
the papal tiara to pay
his son's gambling debts.

Good Lord.

Do not worry, Lucrezia,
the Vice-Chancellor has
convinced the Medici bank

to give His Holiness a loan.

In exchange for your
fat friend Giovanni
becoming a cardinal.

Uncle's manipulations
have worked out well
for you, Brother.

As Duke of Gandia,
you have an income of
20,000 ducats a year.

25, Brother.
And Rodrigo has even
greater plans for me.

Oh?

Such as what?
I am sworn to secrecy.

But our endeavors
should be of no concern
to a man of the cloth.

You must go back to Pisa
and focus on God,

and your priestly vows,
poverty, obedience,
celibacy.

I am not a priest yet.
Well, you smell like one.

Lucrezia.

Where are you?

Juan, Cesare,
have you seen the child?

No, cousin.

She should be asleep.
The night air is
heavy with bile.

Adriana is right, go to bed.
No.

I insist.

Come, I will walk with you.

I want Juan to tuck me in.

Thereby keeping the peace
and keeping the demand
for alum steady.

No, if Richard of Shrewsbury
marches on London,
two armies will need alum.

I hear Pope Innocent
is going to raise
the annual tax on courtesans

to 5,000 ducats a year,

which means, of course,
the courtesans will
raise their rates.

I shall, sweet sister, rather
go deeper into debt or learn
to enjoy the company of goats.

Giulia, why are you
looking at that book?
You do not know how to read.

You would be surprised
by the things I know, husband.

Tricks learned from
His Eminence?

Oh, please.

We would not be living here
at the Cancelleria

if you and your sainted mother
had not brought us.

I intend to correct that
immediately.

Henceforth, we shall reside
at our country estate
in Bassanello.

Away from Rome? Never.

Borrow money from
your Orsini cousins.

I owe too much to them already.

Alessandro, how was I
unlucky enough to marry
into the one branch

of the Orsini family
which does not have a ducat
to its name?

And do the Farnese?
Your tribe was in the hock
well before mine.

Yes, we Farnese
always set the trends.

Well, Monoculus,
what is so urgent?

Eminence, I seek permission
to leave your household
for Bassanello.

Leave? For how long?
The entire summer.

When would you depart?
At once.

I go in order to fulfill
my contract with
the Holy See.

There are many able
young men in Viterbo

who I am certain I can
recruit to join
the Papal Guard.

If Naples
declares war on Milan...
Naples will not declare war.

Cardinal Carafa is
on his way north, he and I
will find a way to peace.

Still, Monoculus,
you should fulfill your
obligation to Pope Innocent.

Yes. Be gone
with Godspeed.

Come, wife.
No. Lady Giulia
stays in Rome.

But I...
Unless, Adriana, you no longer
need her assistance.

Mother.

But I do. Giulia is
an enormous help running
such a big household.

Why are you so good at this?
It comes with age.

No, no, no!
What is
all this noise?

Lucrezia refuses
to learn needlepoint.
Boring, useless and menial.

Needlepoint is an essential
part of the education of

every respectable Roman matron.

I care not about
being respectable.

You say you want
your uncle to arrange
a marriage,

yet you make yourself
undesirable
at every turn.

You will learn needlepoint.

You are not my mother,
Giulia, you cannot order
me about. Go away.

Be silent.
And do as you are told.

I hate you.

The embassy of Naples
is very late in arriving.

Has Cardinal Carafa sent word?
If he had sent word,
would I not have told you?

I see that and I want to weep.

40 years ago, Pope Nicholas,
despairing at the disrepair
of Saint Peter's,

had hoped to build
a spectacular new basilica.

He died before
he had the chance.

If I were Pope...
No Spaniard will
ever again be Pope.

Sometimes, Francesc,
I wish you were not
always so honest.

Cardinal Carafa, what...
We were robbed.

Highwaymen. Ten leagues from
the city gates.

Look at me,
they took everything.

See that His Eminence and
these gentlemen are clothed,
their wounds cared for.

The thieves looked Milanese.

Begin an investigation,
deploy guards into
the countryside.

As soon as we are able,
we shall return to Naples.

But our negotiations...
Are over until
this outrage is punished.

Until Milan apologizes.

Good luck getting that apology.

And then King Ferdinand
told me that he was sending
some Genoan sailor

across the western ocean
to find new routes
to the Indies.

The Indies.

Also, the king, having rid
the country of the Muslims,

will rejuvenate
his Grand Inquisitions,

in order to expel all other
non-Christians.

By which you mean the Jews.
The refugees
will flee to Rome.

There will not be room
to breathe in
the Judaeorum Borgo.

Look! The Colonna
have sent clowns.

Our uncle wants peace
with the Colonna.
We shall go another route.

And allow them to mock us?
We shall go another route.

A Borgia man will please you
the way a Colonna never could.

Mother is upset.
What about now?

Me remaining here,
while my husband
is at Bassanello.

Did you explain to her that
Adriana de Mila
needs help with...

Yes. But she is
too old to be fooled.

Well, I shall send her
some gold. That usually
quiets her morality.

She is also nagging
my brother, Alessandro,
about his vices.

He drinks too much,
he spends too much
on whores.

He's a healthy Roman male.

He will temper his excesses
once he is ordained.

As you did?

I have had many women
in my life, but I have
truly loved only two.

You are a monster.

La Bella, you are
one of the two.
Monster.

No woman wants two names
on such a list.

Especially when the other
is Vannozza Cattanei.

It is too hot to fight.
Then I'm going to my room.

Wait.
And tomorrow
I leave for Bassanello.

Unless?

Lucrezia shows me
the respect I deserve.

Juan,

I'm wet again.

I must leave.

Come here.

You dare to fornicate
with my wife
in my own house?

No.

Please.

Oh!

Come.

You're awake early, Nephew.
I have not slept.

I am troubled.

You have had Juan made
Duke of Gandia, and foster
grand plans for his future.

Giovanni de Medici is
two years my junior,
yet he is now a cardinal.

What are your
intentions for me?

You will return to
the University of Pisa

and continue
your studies for
the priesthood.

But I do not want to be
a priest. I do not have
the soul for it.

We have been over this
before, Nephew.

Then, at least, allow me
to study at
the seminary in Rome.

What is wrong with Pisa?

Lorenzo de Medici
founded the seminary there.

All the best families...
I beg you, Uncle.
I cannot go back.

Hear me, Cesare.
You will be a priest.

You will lead an exemplary,
pious, celibate life.
That is your destiny.

And my will.

You wish Pedro Luis
was by your side right now,
and not me.

Perhaps I have been too harsh.

I grieve to see Cesare grieve.

The impatience of youth.
You were the same way
when we were boys.

What surprises me most,

he does not call me
a hypocrite,
even as I lie with Giulia.

I must find a way
to pacify his ambition.

Eminence, I have a report.

Fabrizio Colonna
has murdered his wife.

Unfortunate.
She was lovely.

Fine him 800 ducats.

Fabrizio killed Nannia
because she fornicated
with Juan.

Della Rovere will use this
against me.

- We must...
- Uncle?

Uncle?

I hate her.

Another squabble with
the Lady Giulia?

She is no lady.
She attacked me.

Hmm.

I suspect you will survive.

If she is to remain
in your palace, I want to
return to my mother's.

That will not happen, Lucrezia.

Then I wish to live in
the convent school
at San Sisto.

That will not happen either.

Instead, you will behave.

And, for doing so...

Promise to treat Giulia
with respect.

Another.

Did you tell His Eminence
the truth about why you
do not want to return to Pisa?

Why you cannot be a priest?

No.

Where is Uncle Rodrigo?
He has just left
for the Vatican.

Lord God, what happened to you?

Fabrizio Colonna.
I want our uncle to strip him
of his prosperity.

No, that is not
the way to retaliate.

You ruin a scorpion
by cutting off its tail.

Meaning what?

Not what, who.

Fabrizio's nephew,
Marcantonio Colonna.

Vice-Chancellor.

Now, Holy Father,
for a personal matter.

I have been blessed
these past 26 years

to serve as Vice-Chancellor
under five Pontiffs.

In that time, I have been
honored to receive
many titles and benefices.

I am Bishop of Majorca,
Carthage, Erlau,
Valencia, Agria.

I am abbot of Subiaco
and Bellefontaine.

Cardinal-Deacon
of Santa Maria Via Lata,

Papal Legate to Perugia
and to Bologna.

There is no admittance
while Master Marcantonio
Colonna is inside.

It is he who I seek.

Do you know who I am?

I know who your uncle is.
Catalan.

Today I ask Your Holiness
to relieve me of
one such honor.

My first appointment,
Bishop of Valencia.

I beg you to replace me
with my sainted nephew,
Cesare.

Take him to a doctor.
See that next time
he listens when I speak.

Cesare Borgia is too young,

too inexperienced to assume
the heavy burden of
a bishopric.

Vice-Chancellor.

A bishop is less
than a cardinal,

and yet your cousin was 16
when he received the red hat.

The Supreme Pontiff will
hear from Giovanni
Cardinal de Medici,

Archbishop of Florence.

Holiness, I too am only 16

and have been
Cesare's classmate
for the past year.

He has a good soul.

A man's age should not
define his character.

There is also the question
of Cesare's dubious birth.

Canon law expressly forbids
an illegitimate male

from rising in
the church hierarchy.

Vice-Chancellor.
- Cesare is not illegitimate.

I have here a certificate,
proving that Cesare is the son
of Vannozza Cattanei

and my late cousin,
Domenico Giannozzi
d'Arignano.

Signed by your uncle,
Pope Sixtus.

Since Valencia is in Spain,

such a transfer must also
receive the approval
of the king.

Vice-Chancellor.

I believe His Most
Catholic Majesty
will give consent.

I did not presume to ask,
until I knew
Your Holiness' will,

which is the will of
Almighty God.

No, no, no.

What says the consistory?
Assent?

12.

Dissent?

Eight.

Only 12 votes
this time, Borgia.

Yes.

I have lived in Rome 37 years

and still, to the ancient
families, the Colonna,
the Orsini,

I am a foreigner.

When my uncle was Pope,
they treated us well.

But after he died
the Roman elite,
like a firestorm,

drove our relatives
from this city,
with clubs and swords.

My brother died alone
in exile while
I stayed in Rome.

How did I manage to stay?

Not only stay alive
but thrive in my position
as Vice-Chancellor

under four popes
as different
as the seasons?

How?

By remaining a foreigner.
By never becoming one of them.

Never lowering myself to
their level, to their base
Roman brutality.

Uncle, I didn't...
Not a word, Cesare.

You, my nephews,
separately and in tandem,

have, at a time when
we need friends,
created enemies.

Sleeping with
another man's wife

must be based on
the husband's
lack of character,

not the woman's lust.

Before beating a man
senseless, learn
his family's history.

The Colonna invented vendetta.

Our actions have consequences
beyond the moment.

So, to soothe
the Colonna temper,
I am forced to exalt them

by convincing His Holiness
to name Fabrizio
Prefect of Rome

a job for which
he is uniquely incompetent

and will use against us.

We are all one misstep
from exile, from extinction.

Be gone from my sight.

I'm sending you back to Spain,
old friend, so that you may
convince King Ferdinand

to approve Cesare's elevation
as Bishop of Valencia.

The certificate
verifying Cesare's birth.

This is very authentic.
Bobbo's done a fine job.

Queen Isabella
will be resistant.

She's already fearful
of your ambition.

Remind Her Most
Catholic Majesty that

it was I who arranged
the papal dispensation

which allowed her to marry
Ferdinand, her cousin.

- Regardless of
- Isabella's objections,

Cesare must become Bishop
of Valencia.

Cesare Borgia,
you are henceforth
Bishop of Valencia,

shepherd of souls.

In nomine Patris et Filii
et Spiritus Sancti.

- Take that.
- I'll get you, Goffy.

- Chopped off your head.
- Please, be happy.

You're Bishop of Valencia,
with an income of
16,000 ducats a year.

As Duke of Gandia,
Juan gets 25,000.

Petulance is unbecoming,
my son.

Despite what
you are feeling,
I am proud.

I only wish I had been
permitted to attend
the ceremony.

Proud of me, Mama?
For what?

I'm a bishop, even though
I am not yet a priest.

I did not earn the honor.
It was handed me by Rodrigo,

who insists that
I return to Pisa and
complete my study.

I am 18 years old, half of
my life is over and
I've done nothing.

Boys, go play outside.
Yes, Mama.

I don't want to
play outside.
Come on, Ottavio.

Then make something
of your new position.

You've been chosen to reform
the Church, save Rome.

These past eight years
under Innocent,
the quality of life...

Please.
I am no reformer.

I am a fraud,
just like all the others.

How can I stand
in front of my
congregation,

blessing them in Latin
when the words are
hollow to me?

Well, change.
Change yourself.

Change night into day.
I wish I could.

Oh, Mama.

My dream is to lead Rome.

No, all of Italy,
into a golden age.

Return the Eternal City
to dominance over the world.

Improve the lives of
all our people.

Like my namesakes,
Julius and Augustus Caesar.

You will.
I know it in my heart.

A mother's heart,
which is decidedly biased.

But what of my father?
He is dead.

No, he is Rodrigo Borgia,
Vice-Chancellor of
the Universal Church.

Vicious gossip.

Stop lying, Mother.
I learned the truth years ago.

Juan, Lucrezia, Goffredo,
the four of us,
we're Cardinal Borgia's runts.

If what you're saying is true,
and I confirm nothing,

then you should
follow the commandment.

Honor thy father
and go back to Pisa.

If I do I will be destroyed.

By your enemies?

By my passions.

There is a girl.

I am in love.

My passion for her
is too overwhelming.

My sweet boy,

each of us
over the course
of our lives

must learn to control
our passions, whether
it be love, jealousy or power.

Ironically, that is where
we gain our strengths.

When Rodrigo Borgia
left my bed,
after ten years of bliss,

I felt a cancer
burrow through me.

But here I am, a decade later,

with a beautiful villa,
a large estate,

owner of a thriving vineyard,
three prospering inns.

Money is not happiness, Mother.

It is a fine substitute,
my child.

And if I cannot learn to
control my passion?

You will rule the world.

Question is,
will that make you
any happier?

You bribed Lucrezia
to pay me the respect
she should give freely?

Bribe is
a harsh word, La Bella.

If Lucrezia wants
so desperately to go live with
her mother, then let her.

No. The girl must be nurtured.
Like a peach before harvest.

Then marry her off, and soon.

Before your little peach
ripens and falls
from the tree.

Be a mother to the child.

Love her, as you do me.

Hmm?

I will, Eminence.

This heat.

Last summer when temperatures
rose this high, disease
spread through Rome.

God thins out the less strong.

I suggest that I remove
Lucrezia to our
country estate.

A healthier climate till
the fever dissipates.

No.
But when disease spreads...

Adriana, if the women
in this house leave, then
Giulia must go as well.

To Bassanello, yes.

I cannot live without La Bella.

A man's final love is
at once his most bitter
and most sweet.

You wish to see me, Uncle?

Darling girl. I am about to
fulfill your deepest wish.
A bridegroom.

Uncle, may I ask who?

Cherubin de Centelles,
Lord of Val d'Ayora,

son of the Count of Oliva,
a great nobleman of Spain.

Spain? You mean
I must leave Rome?

Eventually, perhaps.

There is a long aisle
between the betrothal
and the altar.

May I go tell Mother?
No.

You must get ready
for today's big celebration,
your first at my house.

I want you to look
especially beautiful,
so I can show you off.

Yes. So, come, Lucrezia dear,
I will help you select
a dazzling dress.

Savage.

This cretin invaded
a community of holy nuns

and brought violence
to its sacred walls.

He is no priest-to-be.
He is Satan's son.

I shall have
my revenge upon you.

Do not poke at me, Colonna.

Juan.

If the Muslims conquer Rome,
will they turn Saint Peter's
into a mosque

and change the city's name?

No, Alessandro.

Well, 40 years ago,
they renamed Constantinople,
Istanbul.

And the Basilica
of Saint Sophia is
now a mosque.

Borgia!

Marcantonio, in God's name,
we should talk about...

No, no. Cesare, please.

Please. No, no, Cesare.

You will poke
my chest no longer.

The sound of Marcantonio's cry.

It was like a goose honking.

Damn, I'll never
get the blood off
these clothes.

My hands still
tremble with fright.
The trouble is over.

Is it? Or does chaos
follow you?

Cesare, back at school,
I never...

This violence is a side of you
which I did not know existed.

Quiet.

Once again you behaved a brute.

The Colonna attacked us.

Your Eminence,
Cesare saved my life.
And mine.

Soon, we will face
more than a bar brawl.

The Pope, riddled with fever,
inches toward death.

Keep your weapons ready,

even at Mass.