All language subtitles for Borgia s03e10 1503

Fifteen oh-three continues
to be a difficult year for the Borgia.

On behalf of the d'Este family
I welcome you.

Lucrezia Borgia tries to keep
her new family together...

Another day spent
with my half-brother, Giulio.

I begin to wonder if you are
my half-wife.

- Do not walk with him again.
- ...as her old one collapses.

The Holy Father, he is gone.

Overcome with sickness,

Cesare struggles to keep
the Borgia family in power.

Death to the Catalans!

Goffredo, order my legions to march
south with due speed and surround Rome.

While the cardinalate unites
to elect the next pontiff...

At the next conclave,
I will have our Spanish cardinals

guarantee your election as pope.

One day soon I will be pope.

Do you stand with della Rovere
or with Borgia?

A pope dies and the city burns.

At least Cesare's men
have stopped the rioting.

They've squashed it,
like savages.

I will not put one foot inside
the Apostolic Palace

as long as Il Valentino resides there.

Your fever accelerates.

But ironically the malaria has cured
you of the French disease.

My father, did he have
any last words for me?

He did not mention you, or Lucrezia.

Or me.

I am sorry Pope Alexander is dead,
but I do not mourn Rodrigo Borgia.

He has not been seen for days.
Cesare might just be following his father.

Then let death come soon.

We lost too many men in the rioting and
do not have enough to fight a combined...

King Louis. Send word.
His army must come up from Naples now.

General de Cordova has landed in Sicily
with a battalion of Spaniards,

determined to repel the French
from Naples.

King Louis will need every mercenary
in his service.

We need to convene the next conclave.

To think I may be walking
with the next pope.

Della Rovere.
He will try to enter Rome

in hopes of grabbing
the pontifical throne.

Inform the guards at every gate,
keep him out

until the doors
of the Sistine are sealed shut.

The Orsini and the Colonna
have joined forces

and are making their way
to the Eternal City.

Are we not to wait
for the pope's children? The cardinals?

Cesare cannot even stand. Lucrezia is
too pregnant to travel from Ferrara.

And all the red dresses are making plans
to succeed Rodrigo.

Nobody even wants to come.

There are only the two of us.

Three.

We must not wait.

The body should not lie
too long in such heat.

Was that ever a human being?

Arbequina. A Spanish seed,
resilient in almost any climate and soil,

as was my father.

This olive tree will grow in his memory.

Any word from my brother?

Do not fret, my love. Knowing Cesare,
he is fully recovered and several steps...

I think my water just broke.

This is the smallest assembly
I've ever seen at a papal funeral.

Did the Romans truly hate him?

Hand over those golden candles!

- No, stop.
- Stop! Stop!

He must be entombed at once.

But canon law demands a pope
be buried with seven days of Masses.

Seven more days of that? Help me!

God, what is that?
Oh, that smell.

May Allah... forgive him.

Have mercy on him,
pardon him, grant him security.

Purify him from his sins
as a white garment is cleansed from dirt.

Take him enter Paradise and save him
from the trials of the grave...

...and...

...punishment of Hell.

Here he is, Madonna.
All clean.

Hello, little boy.

Cousin?

Where are you taking him?

Duke Ercole demands to greet
his grandson at once.

His name is...

Alexander d'Este.

The duplicate of your countenance,
Your Grace.

Look at his one tooth.
It's so cute.

A baby born with a lone tooth
is a bad omen.

For the baby or for the rest of us?

Alexander is destined to rule Ferrara.

This little one's blood flows strong.

- Tonight, Ferrara rejoices.
- My son.

Francesc Gacet.

Help me to the chair.

My Muslim doctor says that the mule's
belly will rejuvenate my force.

Your father has been buried.

And you were there.
Loyal, even after death.

The Colonna and the Orsini
muster their men, nearing the city.

Yes, the Ottoman Turks. I could use
the might of the Ottoman Turks.

- Intercede for me.
- You ask a cockroach to save a bull?

When I called you cockroach,
I was foolish and naive.

You still are. Or your mind is dimmed
by your illness.

But think this through.
You wish to unify Italy...

...while Bajazet lives to shatter it.

He will aid you, only up to the point
where he can destroy you.

Stay and advise me
as you did with my father.

No, you are not the man
Rodrigo Borgia was,

and I am not the man I once was.

Today I said goodbye to my oldest friend,
and I say goodbye to you now.

Ma'a salaam.

Fabrizio Colonna.
Ask him to come.

If I cannot fight the combined force
of the Colonna-Orsini, I will divide them.

You must walk. You have not recovered
fully from the birth.

Lucrezia...

In nomine Patris et Filii
et Spiritus Sancti.

Nothing can be done.
Some infants remain infants.

I never got to see him smile.

His laugh, his voice...

...the color of his hair.

I will never know any of these.

He was a stranger who stole my heart.

Gather the nuns, the priests,

every courtier, every member
of our household, high and low.

This is the second time the Lord
has stripped you of a child.

We must, in one voice, pray to find out
why God punishes our family.

Comfort your wife.

Fabrizio Colonna.

I hope you will forgive me,
greeting you without standing.

I am surprised that you are even
able to talk.

Rumors. Rumors exist because people
mistake their own wishes for reality.

Your family and the Orsini plot to march
into this city together.

I offer you, instead, not only your old
estates, but the Orsini property as well.

I accept.

Unbeknownst to the Orsini,

we Colonna have renewed
our alliance with Spain.

General de Cordova implores me to
forget my grievances against the Borgia,

in hopes that you will use
your military skill

to end the French domination of Naples.

You ask me to war against France?
Against my dear friend King Louis,

who gives me his men to fill my army?

A friend...

...in these hard times...

...must be close at hand.

And if you ally yourself with us,

I will offer you my men,
who are nearer to Rome

than the French troops, or yours.

Au revoir, Louis.

You and I, Fabrizio, together we'll create
the future. An Italian century.

Quickly. Bed.
Carry me back.

The Orsini have fled.

Go talk to Cesare.

I'm afraid to enter the Apostolic Palace.

Every cardinal is. The consistory will
meet across the Tiber,

at the Church of Santa Maria Sopra
Minerva, to avoid contact with Cesare.

Soon, cardinals from
throughout the Christian world

will assemble to elect the new pope.

- You, fratellino.
- No. Riario-Sansoni.

Sansoni is doomed to always be
the second man.

- Then, della Rovere.
- Della Rovere is in France.

Your feet will fit neatly in the shoes
of the fisherman,

but not without Cesare's support.

He has 11 Spanish cardinals
who will vote the way he commands.

- Cesare is dying.
- Yet still you fear his presence.

To be a pope, you must first be a man.

From Cesare. He writes there is
no need for concern.

This only dispels half of my grief.

Where did you go? I reached out
for your hand, but you were gone.

I was lost in my own grief.

- I thought you were angry with me.
- With you? No.

My father, he desires an heir.

I am, as always, not enough.

Dear Alfonso, I too feel
as if I am standing in a hollow cave.

Cold and alone.

Yet mothers lose children all the time.
Why should I consider myself unique?

Is my sadness worse
than any other woman's?

I sent little Rodrigo to Modena
with Angela.

Perhaps if you and I could run off
to Mesola...

Lucrezia... King Louis' army readies
for battle with Spain.

Ferrara is beholden to France. Sigismondo,
Ferrante and I must show our loyalty.

Your brothers, on the other hand,
have joined the Spaniards.

That puts us d'Este
in an awkward position.

Better to be in an awkward position
rather than in a precarious one.

In a single month, I have lost my father
and our son. I cannot lose you as well.

You will not. Louis needs my cannons,
not my sword.

I need you.

I beg you, do not leave.

When I return,
we will birth a nation.

Cesare, as soon as I heard
of your father's passing,

I left Florence to console you.

I am sorry for your loss.

You are the first to say such words to me.

And I am also the first
to write about your genius.

"Description of the Manner
in Which Duke Valentino

Put Vitellozzo Vitelli to Death."

"On the Method of Dealing with the
Rebellious Peoples of Val di Chiana."

I will give you other occasions, Niccolo,
to write of my successes.

- After I have elected a new pope.
- And who have you chosen?

I will wait then.

I can say that the new pope will not be
Giuliano della Rovere.

Cesare, choose someone quickly.
You must return to the north.

Your kingdom is threatened.

Venice has supplied a regiment
to Giovanni Maria Malatesta,

so that he may assume
his father's place in Rimini.

And your signory?

Against my recommendation, Florence
gives aid to Jacopo d'Appiano,

so that he may retake Piombino
and to Giovanni Sforza to reclaim Pesaro.

I was fully ready for the death
of my father...

...and made every preparation,
considered every possibility.

Save one. That at the same time,

I, myself, would be grasping for life.

If you Colonna had stuck
to your agreement with the Orsini,

Cesare would now be cast out of Rome.

Since when does your family
befriend a Borgia?

My family does not befriend him.
The Spanish want his expertise.

As dean of our Sacred College,
I suggested that we gather today here,

free of any outside influence,

so that we may discuss when and where
to hold the next conclave.

The election of the supreme pontiff
must take place in the Sistine Chapel.

The Vatican is a honeycomb swarming
with Cesare's men.

The prince's fever is fired
by his ambition.

He will impose upon us
his own choice for pope.

Should we hold the conclave here,
in Santa Maria Sopra Minerva?

- We should not.
- And we will not.

- Giuliano.
- Giuliano, you are back from France.

I am. Cesare tried to block my path,

but his troops failed to check
the identity of Piccolomini's servant.

Rodrigo Borgia is dead.

You, God's elite,
are the official rulers of Rome

until a new pontiff is elected.

Yet you walk one mile across the Tiber,

under the blazing sun to meet, in fear?

Rodrigo Borgia is dead.
Cesare Borgia is not.

So do we then yield the keys to Saint
Peter's to the demented bastard

of a corrupt Catalan?
I say, no.

- My brothers...
- The world awaits a new pope.

We will hold the conclave
in the Sistine Chapel.

The Borgia must and will be driven
from the city.

Some say that your brain is a scramble,
some that you are dead.

As you can see, Giulia,
neither is true.

But I am touched that my health
causes you concern.

Why would I not worry about you?
Despite our tensions, we are family.

- My daughter Laura is your half-sister.
- And?

And my brother should be pope.

Why did Alessandro not come
to ask for himself?

- He is the perfect compromise.
- No.

If you assign to him your Spanish votes,
he will be favorable...

I said no.

Listen to my voice.

Your body relaxes, your breathing slows.

You had power over my father,
but you never did over me.

And if you are so magnificent...

...how were you felled
by a tiny miasma?

- Highness, della Rovere is in Rome.
- Damn.

- Focus.
- Yes.

Bring me the Spanish cardinals.
As soon as they are assembled,

I will choose a pope from among
my fellow Spaniards.

Bienvenidos, my friends.

I trust your journey from Spain
was uneventful.

How fare you, Cesare?

My legs are weak, but rest assured.
My mind and heart are vibrant.

Strong enough to guide you through
the conclave.

With one-third of the votes
we will acclaim your choice,

or we will bring about a schism,
dividing the Church in two.

Indifferent as I am to the Catholic faith,
I will not cause its fragmentation.

That would displease my father.

A schism must not happen

but can be used
to ensure the election of my candidate.

And that is you, Cardinal Vera.

Yes, Agapito?

A deputation of ambassadors
requests an audience.

They come to assess my condition.
I will give them a show.

All is well.

Highness, tradition demands

that no soldiers be within the city's
boundaries during the conclave.

We have come to beseech you
to send your army away from Rome.

An army is like the human body
and can do nothing without its head.

I am weak.
Not exhausted, weak.

For the first time in my life
I feel less than I did yesterday.

Most of the foreign cardinals have
not yet arrived in the Eternal City.

Therefore we grant you three days.

With your renowned resolve,
we have no doubt

that this will be enough time
for you to heal.

I will agree to leave Rome
in three days...

...if you agree to three conditions.

Firstly, my family's possessions must be
respected during my absence.

Yes, of course.

Secondly...

...both Venice and Florence mu...

...must cease their support of my enemies.

- I will convince the signory.
- The doge will agree.

Lastly, I must immediately be reappointed

as prefect of Rome and gonfalonier
of Holy Mother Church.

Only the pope can make
those appointments.

- And we know not who will be elected.
- Whoever is elected.

Then we demand that you swear
undying allegiance to the new pope,

whoever is elected.

I do so swear.

- The song was beautiful.
- The beauty is in Rainaldo's voice.

The rest is me trying to keep up.

Imagine my delight
when he became my chaplain,

to learn that he would do more
than simply hear my confessions.

A pleasure to meet you, gracious lady.

We must surround ourselves
with resplendency,

to counter the darkness,
my sweet Lucrezia.

Rainaldo's voice would mix well
with my cappella in Casalgrande.

Ippolito, you must leave
for the conclave. I'll see you off.

Mm.

I will accompany you, Your Grace.

My dear, all you have done as of late
is devote yourself to my well-being.

Let Giulio occupy your time
with merriment.

Come, Rainaldo, I want you to sing
at Mass this Sunday in the chapel.

- You're not at war fighting for France?
- My father asked me to remain.

Lucrezia, at Alfonso's insistence,
I have kept my distance,

but please accept
my deepest sympathies.

To lose a child...

Alexander is not the first of my children
whom I will never see again.

But he's the first whose eyes
are closed forever.

I cannot fill such a void.

I merely wish to be here for you
as a brother,

even if Alfonso does not consider me
to be one.

We are ready, but Drusilla is seven
months pregnant. She cannot travel.

I will arrange separate, slower
transportation for her.

Anything else?

Does Cesare know what he is doing?

Highness, your artillery has been sent
ahead, across the Tiber.

Fabrizio, the state of my health does not
allow me to move as fast as you,

but with luck, I will reach
your encampment in Tivoli by dusk.

Good.

- I feel like I am attending a funeral.
- Cesare rarely makes a wrong move.

We might just not understand
how good this one is.

Ah!

- You are a natural.
- You let me win. We go once more.

Gladly.

Alfonso.

Be careful.

- Are you in pain? What happened?
- There was an explosion at the foundry.

- The bone in my arm is shattered.
- Come.

I will care for your every need,
Alfonso dearest.

Halt!

- We have reached Porta Viridaria.
- Now you can tell them.

We are not going south to Tivoli
to partner with the Colonna and Spain.

We head north to Nepi, where we will join
forces with King Louis

- and the might of France.
- Vive la France! Vive la France!

Do you really believe that the papacy
could return to Avignon?

Were you planning to select d'Amboise?

I will vote for the man who can restore
the Universal Church.

- Oh, you want to be pope yourself.
- I want to be vice chancellor.

So you do want to become pope.
Just not yet.

Your election will be far from easy.

Some admire your determination,
but you are not well-loved. I am.

Yes, you are.

Well loved and more than skilled
to be vice chancellor.

Alfonso, I cannot yet have intercourse.

- I am still sore from the childbirth.
- Did Giulio's sword find your target?

Duke Ercole ordered Giulio
to lift my spirits.

Of course my father did. He adores Giulio.

I asked you to stay away from the bastard.

Giulio and I were never not in public.

- Where are you going?
- I need fresh air.

This room is never not suffocating.

Keep going, keep going.

Through our patronage within the school
of Ferrara art has blossomed.

In these walls could be the next
de' Roberti or Coltellini.

You are a coward and a cur.
Last night you abducted Fra Rainaldo.

- Back away, Giulio.
- What is he talking about?

Yes, tell her.

You possess no alibi, except the whore
you fuck in place of your wife.

Enough!

Finally, all can see
your true colors, brother.

I will find Fra Rainaldo
and then I will be back for you.

Alfonso, you sadden me.

- Mon ami.
- Most Christian King.

Oh, to have seen de Cordova's face
when he learned about your deception.

You are remarkable. By lying to Fabrizio,
you saved yourself from certain defeat

at the hands of the Colonna
and the Orsini.

These fools do not understand,

nothing can sever the love between
Louis d'Orléans and his Cesare.

Sit, sit.

What happened to Briconnet?

The cardinal does not like to acknowledge
that he suffered a stroke.

Please, act as if you see
no difference, good Valentinois.

- Borgia.
- Briconnet, how wonderful to see you

so fit and fine.

There you are,
delicious little mouthfuls.

You must eat to renew your strength.

I need soldiers, not grapes.
My kingdom is threatened on every side.

My enemies have retaken Rimini,
Piombino and Pesaro.

While Venice advances on Cesena.

I have just received word that
de Cordova, angry at my trickery,

has ordered my Spanish-born troops
to leave my service.

I am losing, in an instant,
my fiercest fighters.

But you have proven to be
the most loyal of friends to me.

Still, you cannot spare
any of your infantry.

What did you say?
Speak clearly, old man.

His Eminence is correct. I need
all my mercenaries to fight Spain.

So I am left hung by the balls,
swinging in the wind.

No, I will send directives to Venice
and Florence reaffirming our bond

and announcing that any duke or doge
attempting to annex your territories

is thus a foe of France.

A threat that will only have weight
if you defeat de Cordova.

In gratitude you should fulfill
your promise.

You own 11 Spanish cardinals.
They must vote for Georges.

You will have their full support.

Cardinal d'Amboise. The king insists
and I need his alliance.

I will not insult you though, by asking
you to endorse a Frenchman as pope

only to initially appear
supportive of d'Amboise.

He cannot attract a majority.

True.
The conclave will deadlock.

We will remain faithful to you.
Whom should we choose?

- Francesco Piccolomini.
- But Piccolomini hated your father.

But he would love the throne.

He has crippling gout
and will be dead soon,

allowing us time to solidify
our real choice in the next conclave.

- On no account is della Rovere named.
- Della Rovere is treacherous.

Then Rome will be plunged
into a darkness

not seen since the days of the Ostrogoths.

Agapito?

Good news. King Louis' missives
have borne fruit.

Venice has withdrawn from the Romagna.
Florence declares its allegiance to you.

Imola, Forli, Fano and Cesena
remain steadfast.

Pesaro, Rimini and Piombino whimper.

Your kingdom is once again yours.

Against all chances. The death
of my father, the fever, my adversaries.

I have been spared no obstacle.
Yet, I succeed.

I feel the blood in my body now.

Vigor pumping, tenacity exploding.

Soon we will have another pope,
subservient to my will.

Today begins the reign
of Emperor Cesare Borgia.

Highness.

Piccolomini.

We go back to Rome.

Verbum incarnatum.

His Holiness, Pope Pius,
the third of that name,

calls to order a meeting of the consistory
on this 25th day of September,

in the year of our Lord 1503.

Cesare Borgia.

Duke of Valentinois,

comte of Diois, lord of Issoudun.

Borgia is not as dead
as we were led to believe.

Holiness.

We seek to maintain order in Italy.

We anoint Cesare Borgia
as prefect of Rome...

...and gonfalonier
of the Universal Church.

Wherever you travel,
God will be with you.

Cesare Borgia has beaten me again.

We...

...have recommended you,

but offer no further encouragement.

We do not want to be seen
as a war-like pope...

...but as one who brings peace
to Christianity.

- I will work for that goal.
- We wish you no harm...

...for the duty of a pope is...

Holy Father?

But let us finish.

We...

...wish you no harm.

As our duty is
to have compassion for all.

But we foresee that
through divine punishment...

...you will one day come
to an evil end.

Hmm.

Please, tell me the words,
what exactly did you say to Piccolomini

to renew your titles?

Niccolo, do you not believe that Pius
receives directions

from a voice much greater than mine?
These are the words which matter most:

Venice will writhe in agony
for their aggressions.

As will Florence, if she aids any
of the dukes whom I have deposed.

A girl.

- Drusilla is well?
- Yes.

I will name her Camilla. A warrior maiden,
queen of the Volscians,

- who battles Aeneas in Virgil's Aeneid.
- To your newborn daughter.

Pius, the third of that name,
supreme pontiff of the one, true Church,

the first among men, the height
and summit of the human race.

Moribundus mortuus.

One month.
The shortest papacy in history.

The foreign cardinals have not yet
had time to leave the city.

The next conclave will commence
in eight days.

You cannot secure the tiara
without Cesare's votes.

Then I will win him over.

I see you have regained your appetite.

I am hungry to hear what you are willing
to offer for my protagonism.

If you endorse my election,
the Romagna will remain in your grip

and your titles will be renewed.

That I can already get with the election
of d'Amboise.

Your daughter Luisa would marry my
nephew Francesco Maria della Rovere.

To bind us, in blood?

You are a fool. I will not help
to promote my father's enemy.

I believe every man has a right
to know who his father is.

So I ask you, Cesare...

How can I be your father's enemy
when I am your father?

Is that the best lie that you can create?

I promised your mother...

...that I would never
tell you while Rodrigo lived.

He would have executed you both.

But now is the time you know the truth.

Ask your mother.

- Did della Rovere ever fuck you?
- No.

Yes.

Which answer do you want?

Which do you need me to give?

Will a yes keep you alive?
Or destroy you?

I want the truth!
Is della Rovere my father?

Yes...

...he is.

Giulia?

Giulia!

Giulia!

Giulia? Giulia!

Giulia, there you are.

You knew my father.
You know me.

- Who does not?
- You know us well.

- Oh, you mean, I fucked you both.
- One question.

Do I fuck like a Borgia?

Your father loved me,
whereas you only love yourself.

But the eagerness, the sensuality,

the bull in you, were the same.

You tell people what they want to hear.

But you are not as convincing a whore
as you once were.

Yet I speak the truth.

Why are you here?
Will you steal that too?

The tiara? Of course not.

A person may die,
but the pope remains.

Why are you here?
Until a new pontiff is elected,

you lay no claim to the Apostolic Palace.
Please do not strike me.

As it was then, as it shall always be.

You and Rodrigo were enemies
because you were exactly the same.

You opposed him, not because you
disagreed with his methods,

for you would have committed
the same outrages.

You opposed him
because you were jealous of the fact

that he was succeeding in place of you.

No matter which of you is my father,

I would have still turned out
the way I am.

Hate has shaped me as much as love.

I have hated you
as much as I loved Rodrigo.

But you have also hated Rodrigo.

Perhaps one day, you will come
to love me...

...my son.

Annuntio vobis gaudium magnum:
habemus Papam.

Eminentissimum ac Reverendissimum
Dominum, Dominum Giuliano

Sanctae Romanae Ecclesia
Cardinalem della Rovere.

Qui sibi nomen imposuit
Julius the Second.

He takes Caesar's name.

I am at a loss. You defeated your
enemies, came back from the dead

- to throw yourself in the pit of hell?
- Perhaps hell is where I belong.

So suddenly, you not only believe
the word of della Rovere,

- but in divine retribution as well?
- No.

What has my relationship
with Rodrigo Borgia been?

I was desperate for his love
and indifferent to it.

But he has always been there,
a Roman Doric column holding me up.

Now he is gone and I find
that I must fill his absence

or collapse under life's weight.

- But to choose della Rovere...
- No Spaniard could win. No Frenchman.

Only an Italian. I could not choose a weak
man, even though logic told me to do so.

Della Rovere thinks
that he is craftier than I am.

And in that struggle, I will strengthen.
I will triumph

and claim my proper place in history.

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