All language subtitles for Borgia S104

(BELL TINKLING)

Sforza, eight.
Carafa, five...

Borgia, four.
Della Porta, four.

Della Rovere, four.
Savelli, two.

Not sufficient for election.

Look.

Oh, Cesare,
I had a terrible dream.

Where is our baby?

Our son, Cesare, where is he?

Where is our son?
Where is he?

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Please, tell me.

Tell me. Tell me!

(GRUNTING)

Where is our son?

(GASPING) He is with God.

(POKER FALLING)

(FOOTSTEPS RETREATING)

Is Lucrezia

better?

Then Michael the Archangel
came with his fiery sword.

Saint Petronilla
was transformed...

Petronilla,
daughter of Peter,
the first Pope.

I must go to Papa.

No, Lucrezia, you must rest.

Lucrezia?
Who is Lucrezia?
I am Petronilla.

She is possessed.

LUCREZIA: He denied Christ
three times on the day
of the crucifixion.

By the Devil?

Or by the ridiculous
tale of a headless girl?

I will speak to the deacon.
He must order an exorcism.

No, in Lucrezia's
weakened condition,

an exorcism will kill her.

Better that than
the death of her soul.

I will not allow it.

You have no say in the matter.

(LUCREZIA MUTTERING)

I have four votes.

I must get the number up,
even by one
to show movement.

I must do
something dramatic,
unusual, a bold step...

You must calm
the Roman Cardinals.

Orsini and Colonna
are afraid
that if you're chosen,

the Vatican
will once again
be overrun by Borgia.

I will forfeit
all I have,
including my family.

Will Sforza make
the same promise?

Will he abandon his brother?

Turn his back on Milan?

Sforza has made me an offer.

For more or less
than I have paid you?

More. Double.

I will double that.

And he will double that.

Soon there will not be
enough ducats minted.

So, if money
is not enough,
what is?

Position?

As Pope, I can name
only one to replace me
as Vice Chancellor.

And one to replace
della Rovere as Dean
of the Sacred College.

Perugia.

I will grant you
my title as Legate.

You will offer land
in addition to coin?
That is a bold step.

I have more acreage
than Sforza.

But Perugia?

Why choose to give away
such a title, such income?

The Pope is the servant
of the servants of God.

Title enough for any man.

I think you're starting
to believe your own words,
my friend.

GHERARDO: Rodrigo.

Rodrigo, have you heard?

The rabble outside
grows impatient,

so we are to receive
only a single full meal
each day.

Monstrous. Monstrous.

I cannot survive on that.

A single meal?

Then I shall be certain
to make tonight's dinner
a memorable one.

This one is
for Cardinal Orsini.

Colonna...

But who told you
to bring these?

Carafa...

Cardinal Borgia.

Before he went
into seclusion,
of course.

He said if the Conclave
lasted a third day...
Cardinal Piccolomini.

RODRIGO: I trust you.

You trust me?

To forgive my past

and to embrace
my intensions
for the future.

And do you trust me
not to tell the others
about this?

The Church
of Santa Maria Via Lata
is most glorious.

The art, stunning.
The real estate,
prime, on the Corso,

an endless path
of wealth
and influence.

Then why divest yourself
of the property?

For me, individual streets
are of interest no longer.

I care about the city
in its entirety.

I have changed,
Francesco. Trust me.

I do... Trust you.

Trust?
Placed in trust?

Perpetual trust.

An abbey?
Not just an abbey.

Subiaco has 22 fortresses
for which to guard me.

And Cesare?
Do I guard him
as well?

Cesare?
He is of no importance.

Oh, but he is.

I want him punished
for maiming my nephew.

Cesare must be
publicly humiliated.

His losing his inheritance
is not humiliation enough?

(CHUCKLES)

The harbor at Porto
is not enough?

Hmm. No,
more than enough

if land were enough.

We Orsini have a contract
with the King of Naples.

Which expired after
the first scrutiny.

You are free of obligation.

Ah, to His Majesty, yes.
But not to my family.

My nephew,
Orsino Migliorati,
for example.

His wife Giulia is...

A flower one admires
in passing.

Will you stop
plucking that flower?

Gianbattista,
I am giving away all
my earthly possessions.

All.

All of Naples will cheer you.

Bologna is
a half day's march
to the border of Milan.

(LAUGHING) You are
fantastic, Rodrigo.

If your king decides
to launch an attack
against the Sforza family,

Bologna is the perfect...

God, I like you.

Della Rovere, he jumps
from side to side

like a cat dancing on embers.

But you, you...
Will be Pope.

(LAUGHS) Oh, stop, stop this.

There's only so much
good humor I can
take before I sleep.

Keep your greasy diocese.

Give the chicken to Gherardo.

I like mine without
the taste of hypocrisy.

(PANTING)

What... What are
you doing, child?

I'm going to Rome.

My father, the Pope, needs me.

Why are you up here, then?

To fly.
(GASPS)

On the wings
of Michael
the Archangel.

No, no, don't. Stop.

I have received
a message
from the Pope.

He commands you
to remain with us.

But Nero wants to crucify him.

No, Nero has
pardoned Saint Peter.
Please, come.

Come, let us say a prayer
of thanksgiving, huh?

Huh?

Come.

Who are you?

Your mother.

Oh, no.

My mother died in Galilee.

My father performs miracles.

(SIGHS) Why did he
not save her?

Oh, my child.

No Pope yet.

Naples has seven votes,
but Milan, eight.

And della Rovere?

Four, as do Porta and Borgia.

(GRUNTS)

(MUFFLED CHATTERING)

RODRIGO: My old friend.

Friend?

Well, we have known
each other many years.

But these past
few days I am seeing
a desperation in you,

which is either new
to your character

or to which I have been blind.

In either case,

I no longer believe
you deserve to sit
in Saint Peter's chair.

What you call desperation,

I call passion, for reform.

Only you would try
to reform the Church

through bribes and intrigues.

So what's next?

Will you solicit
the support of de Medici,
Savelli, Gherardo?

Whisper slurs
against my integrity?

Will that not make you
guilty of the very crime
of which you accuse me?

I did not ask
for the four votes
I received,

I will not ask for others.

I did not even vote for myself.

I do not want to be Pope.

Then who?
Carafa? Sforza?

If either is elected

we have war between
Naples and Milan.
Rome, slaughtered.

Or do you prefer della Rovere,

who will share
the papal bedchamber

with Rome's handsomest men?

I do not want to be Pope,

but I will,
if the Holy Spirit
deems me worthy.

(ALL LAUGHING)

If a person
ceased to feel guilt,

he would no longer be a person.

He would be a turtle.

(ALL LAUGHING)

When we accept our sins,

responsibility for our actions,

that is when
we approach the divine.

Professore, may I?
Cesare.

I once agreed
with Remolino,
but now I ask this.

Is it possible
to commit a sin
for the right reason?

And does that then
make the action good,
a sin no longer?

In those circumstances,
at what point
would one feel guilt?

I will tell you,

when the sin
is abhorrent,
unnatural.

Unnatural?

Say for a father
to kill his son?
Yes.

As God the Father did,
sending Jesus to us,
knowing He'd be crucified.

God is unnatural.

You blaspheme!

(ALL CLAMORING) You blaspheme!

Quiet, quiet. Quiet!

We're out of time.

Tonight,

you are to take the first step

on your path
to the priesthood.
Tonsure.

His Excellency, the Bishop,
will cut the hair
on the top of your head,

symbolizing
your obedience to God.

Spend the rest
of the day reflecting
on your worthiness.

Are you worthy, Cesare?

Are any of us?

BISHOP: Deliver your eyes
from all blindness,
spiritual and human,

and bestow on you the light
of everlasting grace...

Who lives and reigns
with God the Father

in the unity
of the Holy Ghost...

God, world without end.

PRIEST: Praise the Lord.

Praise the Lord
from the earth,
you kings of the earth...

I hear I missed
a feast last night.

A veritable cornucopia.

I was led to believe
you do not eat chicken.

If I was misinformed,
I can certainly send you one.

When my late father
spoke about evil men

in the Sacred College
of Cardinals,

I did not think he meant you.

Giovanni...
Simony is a grievous sin.

What lies has
della Rovere told you?

Do not speak.

I am trying
not to listen to you,

but I can still see
your mouth move.

Your lips like worms
crawling across marble.

I offer you
and your brothers
my eternal love...

Which you have
offered before.
As did Cesare.

Or was his friendship
only a manipulation
on your part?

No. Cesare loves you,
truly, as a friend.

So you say.

But are your words
worth the air they fill?

You are young.

And I thank God for that,

because I am not old enough

to enjoy the charades
these pickled old men play.

I am sick with grief.

I am in mourning
for the future.

Which is why
the Conclave
must end.

My victory is near,
but you must...

Which of your
illegitimate children did
you father at that orgy?

Juan? Lucrezia?

Is the mother of Cesare
a Sienese whore?

I have no children.

And if elected, I will
banish Lucrezia, Cesare
and Juan from Rome.

Of course you would.

Catalan.

I was wrong.

You are not young.

You are a child.

The Medici,
they are systematically
destroying Florence,

my beloved home.

And yet my cousin,
Giuliano,
wants us to bow

and scrape our foreheads

on the floor in worship
of the young
de Medici prince.

Family is important, Rafaele.

(SIGHS)

You and your
three cousins are
a powerful voting block.

But you do not,
cannot, always agree
on every issue.

(BELL TINKLING)
GHERARDO: Brothers,
quorum call.

The Riario Palace
on the Piazza Navona.

When Pope Innocent
confiscated the property
from your father,

an injustice was done.

A terrible injustice.

One that could be,
should be, rectified.

The estate returned,

the income compensated for,
retroactively.

(CHUCKLES) Oh.

You are asking me
to betray Giuliano,

to vote for you instead of him?

CARDINAL: Hurry.
We must take a vote.

The Diocese of Imola

is a day's march
from Florence,
from the Palazzo Vecchio.

Piero de Medici's authority
rests on the crumbling column
of his dead father.

Only a slight nudge
is needed to bring
the whole house down.

Who wrote your homily?
Excuse me?

During the phenomenon
of the three suns.

Are the words yours?

Why, yes.

Hmm.

It was well said.

(BELL TINKLING)

Since we vote in secret,

my cousin need not
know whom I choose.

And your other cousins?

They too have their appetites.

Della Rovere, three.

Della Porta, four.

Sforza, five.

Borgia, ten.

Ten. Amazing.

Carafa, five.

Not sufficient for election.

Oh Lord, please let
my king hear me
for he is needed.

Ferrante must bring
his army from Naples
to Rome.

He must, by force,

clear the air
of the indecision
that infects this Chapel.

Do you hear me,
oh, Lord? Do you?

Yes.

(DISTANT MARCHING)

SOLDIER: Advance
on Vatican hill.

Naples!
Go, go, go.

(TRUMPETING)

Slowly.
Damn, too fast.
I cannot...

Wait. Ah!

(CHUCKLES) Oh,
Carafa, you fool.

Ah! The air is already
too humid for your
breath in my ear.

You say you do not
vote for yourself.
Do you vote for Carafa?

That is between me and God.

How long has
the della Porta family
dwelled in Rome?

Since Augustus Caesar
ruled the empire.

What will your ancestors think

when you are forced
to lick the boots
of Naples' king?

Ferrante's army
has invaded the city,
occupies the city.

How do you know that?

We are completely
cut off from the world.

Listen!
Can you not hear
the call to arms?

The moan of a mother
who fears for her
daughter's virginity?

I was not born a Roman,
but I am one.

My loyalty is
not to the French,

not to Milan,
not to Naples,
but to Rome!

To the Roman Catholic Church!

(MEN YELLING)

In solidarity with all
the holy martyrs,

who have,
since the days
of the Caesars,

suffered at the hand
of a sword,

we will not break.

No man, no mere king,

will move us
from our sacred task.

Only the genius
of the Holy Spirit
shall lead us.

(ALL YELLING)

CARAFA: Good men...

My king acted in error.

I... I was
locked in here
and could not

prevent his foolish act.

No matter.

There is nothing I can say
to regain your trust.

And so...

I beg those four cardinals
who voted for me...

Give your love
to a strong
and pious man.

To a man who would
make a blessed Pope,

Ascanio Sforza.

(WHIMPERING)

Why? Why would you
proclaim Sforza?

Milan is your mortal enemy.

Because he is Italian,

from a family
with a long
and noble heritage.

The Borgia lineage
is no less noble.

I hear differently.

I hear you are a Marrano,
sired by Spanish Jews...

False converts
to the Catholic faith.

These halls
are full of rumors.
Some about Sforza.

I know for certain only this,

as of now, Sforza has 13 votes.

One more, he will be Pope.

And you, Catalan,
can go to hell!

ADRIANA: I brought
some nourishment.

(SOBBING)

Lucrezia?

No.

I refuse your food
and your drink
and your everything.

Why? Why has God
infested my little girl

with this malicious spirit?

You condemn in
the wrong direction.

The Devil rules her,
body and soul.

I want her free of this demon.

And yet an exorcism
can be vigorous.

She's my only daughter.

She's not your daughter now.

Until exorcised,
she is darkness.

Adriana, you have been
as much a mother
to my children as I have.

And I never thanked you.

I do my duty, nothing more.

Then please, I would
like to ask you
for one more favor.

I wish to...

I wish to depart
before the exorcist
arrives.

I'm not strong enough
to bear witness.

Will you, once again,
mother my child
in my stead?

Will you accompany her
to the room

where the exorcism
is to be performed?

Of course.

But she will not be moved.
The ritual will be done here.

Thank you.
Thank you for your life.

I will leave as soon
as the exorcist
approaches the abbey.

Will you alert my coachman
to ready the carriage?

There is no rush.

The priest does not
come until very late.

(LUCREZIA BREATHING HEAVILY)

Then I would like to spend
the remaining time
with my Lucrezia.

Alone?

I'm glad that you've seen
the wisdom of my decision.

You behave
as a true Roman
mother should.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Come.

How did you fare
with the della Rovere
cousins?

Domenico della Rovere
was persuaded to
abandon Giuliano

in exchange for the fief
of Aquaperdente
and the diocese of Turin.

Girolamo Basso may be
the most honorable member
of the della Rovere clan.

He refused all offers.

So you've gained only one more.

A total of 12 votes.

And Sforza has 13.

I must do something tonight
or all will be forfeited.

I have given away nearly
every benefice I have.

If I don't win tomorrow,

I'll be forced
to flee to Spain
riding steerage.

Unless you'll return Perugia.

No.
Oh.

Then I must
convince Sforza to
surrender his votes.

How? Bribery? Reason?

Murder.

Oh, not his physical death,
but that of his spirit.

I have in my possession
a certain dangerous document,

which might alter
Sforza's mind.

I've hesitated to use it

because its
release would tip
the balance of power

between Naples and Milan.

I must speak with Sforza
alone and uninterrupted.

For that, I will need
your assistance.

Petronio!

Invite the Cardinal of Milan
to join me in one half hour.

Here, Eminence?

No. We will meet
in a place
of absolute privacy.

SAVELLI: Oh,
Holy Spirit.
Guide me.

It's been a miracle.

What is it?
Does Naples
attack again?

Savelli.
Savelli is having
a vision.

Is it over?
Can I go home?

A miracle!

Are there any more sweets?

What is going on?

Something about Savelli
and the Holy Ghost.
In the Chapel.

(WHISPERING)

SAVELLI:
A vision, beautiful
beyond imagination.

Speak to me, Lord.

What is it that
You would have me
tell these people?

Guide me.
Let me be Your vessel.

This is nothing
but theatrics!
I will be your servant.

Oh, Lord...

Get up!
Step away.

He speaks with God.

Savelli is witnessing
the Holy Ghost.

Shadows on a ceiling.
Or a ghost, but not holy.

(DOOR CLOSING)

You are a man, but not holy.

I am a man who
has learned all
the dialects of Italy.

Noblemen, such as yourself,

like to hear sounds
similar to their own.

The familiarity makes
them feel superior.

(CHUCKLES) Twice so with you,

who can speak out
of both sides
of your mouth at once.

Hmm. I still only
have one mouth.

A shrewd one.

A knowing one.

I know what happens
inside the Vatican walls.

I know where
the ledgers are hidden.

And where the ledgers
that contradict those
ledgers are hidden.

And where the ones
which contradict those...

Are hidden?

There's a lot
of paper passed
around these walls.

And gold florins.
And silver ducats.

(LAUGHING) Ah, yes.

You are good at moving money.

Like a Spanish Jew.

Hmm. Or a Milanese banker.

I hear you, Lord. Yes.

The Holy Spirit
tells me, Giuliano,

that this is the man
who betrayed you.

(GRUNTING)

Traitor!

RAFAELE: Who did I
learn it from, Cousin?

Who, in the last Conclave,

joined with Borgia
to get Innocent elected?

You taught me
the craft of negotiation,
the joy of betrayal.

Face the truth, Giuliano,

your time to be Pope
has not yet come.

But you could be Popemaker,
if you vote for Borgia.

I would rather be a footnote.

You shuffled four mules
loaded with coin
out of the Vatican treasury.

As a precaution.

Let us rob the bank to save it?

I do not need to steal.

I have enough gold,
silver and rare gems

to fill the Sistine
to its rafters.

Shall we see who can fill
which room with what?

Perhaps I have not mastered
the Milanese dialect

as well as I thought.

I speak not
out of pride,
but in friendship...

As Vice Chancellor,
you can become rich.

Richer than you are,
richer than you know.

Yes, but there is
a problem with that.

You would be Pope.

Do you understand
my dialect now?

Yes, Lord.
I can hear you.

God speaks through Savelli.

Guide us, Lord.

Tell me who should
be the next Pope.

(ALL CHANTING SOFTLY)

I am one vote away
from being Pope.

Why should I submit to you?

After 37 years,
Italy remains
an enigma to me.

Each city independent,
muscular, defiant.

Having to deal with you all,

is like wrestling
a dozen snakes.

You wrap around each other,

you bite,
you pull away
and bite again.

In Spain they are united.
They have one king.

And here we have one Pope.

Who is ignored.

If Neapolitan, by the Milanese,

if Venetian,
by the Florentines.

I am neutral,
I serve God alone.

As Pope, I will bring
the kingdoms and duchies
of Italy together.

Oh? I fear della Rovere
will stop you,
as he did with Innocent.

I will banish him.

And have King Charles
with his huge French
arsenal attack Milan?

Your brother
will lose his court.
No.

Your family its city.

And you, one night, alone
in the Apostolic Palace,

with a sip of wine,
will feel your life
slip away.

Della Rovere knows
the Vatican wine cellar
very well.

You Spanish have
morbid imaginations.

If I can imagine such deeds,

so can Giuliano della Rovere.

And what would stop him
from doing the same to you?

Cesare's suffering
grieves me.
I will speak with him.

He has done the unspeakable.

He is our friend.

And we've both,
in our short lives,

committed our share
of misguided acts.

But we did so
knowing they were wrong.

He believes he has done good.

You cannot sit forever
in abeyance,

awaiting judgment.

I wait for word from Rome.

Has my sin
brought forth virtue?

Or has a child died in vain?

You are doing
what you always do,
old friend.

You act impulsively,
then endlessly
punish yourself.

But God will forgive you,
Fiametta will forgive you.

Even if they do, I cannot.

I pray and pray
for peace of mind.

No more prayers
for now.
You must act.

An act of contrition
arising from your love.

Not of yourself, but of God.

Soon, the sun will rise.

As my act of contrition,
I will climb Monte Serra

to learn his fate.

If dead,
my child deserves
a proper burial.

A sight no man
should witness alone.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Boil 12 breccia stones
and bring them hence.
Move.

Yes, ma'am.

Della Rovere says
that I'm a Marrano.

But King Ferdinand
has signed an edict

testifying to the purity
of my bloodline.

Is that the document?

No. This one
comes from Carthage.

It reveals the history
of a different family.

Your family.

Tainted by Muslim blood.

A lie.

Forget the votes
you will lose
in the Conclave.

A Muslim dynasty
ruling Catholic Milan?

The peasants will riot.

They will tear
the Ducal Palace down,

they will rip the arms
off your brother.

The same trick over and over.

Worse still,
this scrap of paper

gives the King of Naples
cause to satisfy his hate.

And to justify his war.

Like a dog, like an old dog.
Do you not know any others?

Ferrante will seize
the throne of Milan,
which he believes

belongs to his granddaughter

through her marriage
to the legitimate heir,
your nephew.

Did Gian Galeazzo
make these charges?

Is he the source
of this drivel?

Once Gian Galeazzo
is freed from the prison

in which your brother
has locked him,

what will be the boy's
revenge, I wonder?

I say again, this is a lie.

An incendiary lie
is more potent
than a boring truth.

Common men always choose
to believe the worst
about the noble class.

Our transgressions
give the poor a sense
of cosmic equality.

I can forge evidence, too.

Do so.

If Rome believes I'm a Jew,

all I will lose is my position.

I will go back to Spain
a wealthy man.

If this is believed,

the Sforza family
will disappear

as quickly as an autumn snow.

Savelli's vision will soon end.

And the spirit
which moves me, gone.

I will be Vice Chancellor.

Agreed.

I take ownership
of your palace.

Agreed.

Your niece,
Lucrezia will marry
my cousin, Giovanni,

to bind us in blood.

She is already
promised to the son
of the Count of Aversa.

A minor inconvenience.

Agreed.

This will make
a sturdy walking stick.

What are you doing?

I go with my feet uncovered,

like Jesus to the cross.

I do not aspire
to such divine heights.

I will keep my shoes on.

(PANTING)

Della Rovere, two.

Savelli, two.

De Medici, two.

Fregoso, three.

Della Porta, four.

Borgia, 13.

That is only 26 votes.

And one blank.

You are still
one short, Catalan.

RODRIGO:
Who votes for no one?

You were expected
to vote for me.

You and Sforza, your pact,
excreted in the toilet.

A vote for you puts
my soul in danger.

If this Conclave
goes on much longer,

you will die on that cot.

And as you die,
I will keep
the others out.

You cannot do that.
I have no contagion, I...

You'll go to your tomb
without the last rites.

Damned to the fires of hell.

In which circle
of Dante's Inferno
will you spend eternity?

Where they eat shit
instead of sweets?

(SOBBING)
No, Rodrigo,
I'm so hungry.

I cannot think.

For me?

Let the word go forth,

the throne of Saint Peter
can be had for two pieces
of marzipan.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(BELL TINKLING)

Della Rovere, two.

Savelli, two.

De Medici, two.

Fregoso, three.

Della Porta, four.

Borgia, 14.

The will of God is revealed.

I ask all to stand
as a gesture
of unanimity.

We have fallen
into the mouth
of the wolf.

He will swallow us all.

I am the Pope.

I am the Pope,
the Vicar of Christ!

I am sorry.

I am so sorry

for my want,

for wanting this so...

Oh...

I trust in the wisdom
of the Holy Spirit.

Giuliano, you are the Dean
of the Sacred College.

Do your duty.

Remember,

tradition dictates
you must refuse twice
before accepting.

(SPEAKING LATIN)

(SPEAKING LATIN)

I shall be called
"Alexander."

Like Alexander the Great,

Borgia now thinks
he cannot be conquered.

Yes, I shall eat now, a feast.

Write my family's name
on many slips of paper

and drop the papers
out the window.

For I want it to
snow "Borgia"
in Rome this summer.

(PEOPLE CLAMORING)

PEOPLE: (CHANTING) Borgia!

Open the door!

(VANNOZZA CURSING IN ITALIAN)

You dare to question
my judgment as a mother,

when you make a cuckold
of your own son!

Whore, while you lie here
in your little villa
on the outskirts of Rome,

I will soon sleep
in the Apostolic Palace.

Your old lover
is your new Pope.

Rodrigo? Pope?

And when I inform
the Holy Father

of your disregard
for the soul
of his darling Lucrezia,

his wrath will come
crashing upon you
like a thunderbolt.

(CHOIR SINGING)

I am here because of you.

Do you comprehend
what you have done?

Oh, yes.

What will you
tell your brother?

That Borgia
will wear the tiara,
but I will rule.

It's very hot in here,
will you hurry up.
Why so slow?

Come on.
Move it, please.

(HAMMERING)

Vice Chancellor?
Holiness.

(CARDINALS CLAMORING)

Don't touch me.

(SPEAKING LATIN)

Alexander VI.

(ALL CHEERING)

(PANTING)

What have you found?

Nothing.

He's not here.
My son.

No body, no remains.

The Angel of the Lord
was listening.
He has rescued my boy.

(YELLING)
It is still possible that
he might have been taken.

For you are God,
O Sovereign Lord.
Your words are truth

and you have promised
these great things to me,
Your servant.

And now, may it please you
to bless me and my family...

So our dynasty
will rule forever
before You!

Cesare! Alessandro!

Remolino.

The bells ring Borgia.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Borgia!

(PEOPLE CHATTERING DISTANTLY)

(LUCREZIA COUGHING)

My sweet girl.

My mouth is dry, Mother.

Yes, I am here.

I have had amazing visions.

Michael the Archangel.
Saint Petronilla.
The Holy Spirit.

And now I know...

What do you know?

The purpose of my life.

God wants me
to devote myself
to His service.

I am to be a nun.

Shh!

Never say that again.

Never tell your uncle,
the Pope.

Petronio, your payment in full.

Doesn't seem to be enough.

This is the amount
that was agreed upon.

Yes, but I entered
the Sistine as naive
as Adam did Eden.

You were never naive, boy.

Buy yourself a cannoli.

We are to be married.

How much does
your fiancee know?

Nothing. Yet.

So, I want more ducats.
And a title.

Or I will reveal
the secrets
of the Conclave,

the truth behind
our new Holy Father's
unholy election.

You gave your word.

I've seen men
of God cheat and lie.

I live by their example.

So do I.

(GRUNTING)

Any last words?

(YELLING)

Tomorrow I will schedule
a meeting to discuss
redecorating these chambers.

POPE ALEXANDER:
No. I will build
new apartments.

We will build new apartments.

You and I?

No. You are "We" now.

Yes. I am "We."

I speak
for the souls
of mankind.

That will be all,
Herr Burchard.

And now, may it please You
to bless me and my family,

so that our dynasty
may continue forever
before You.

For when You grant
a blessing to Your servant,
O Sovereign Lord,

it is an eternal blessing.

(SIGHING)

CESARE: Fiametta!
Fiametta, our child!

He is alive.
I give you my word,
I will...

(GRUNTING)