All language subtitles for Borgia S105

(SINGING LATIN HYMN)

I invest thee
with the Roman papacy,

that thou rule over
the city and the world.

(ALL SHOUTING)

Whoa!

Welcome to Spoleto, Excellency.

A welcome to purgatory.
Who in hell are you?

Agapito Geraldini.

Geraldini?
Are you not a suffragan
of the Colonna family?

I serve His Holiness,
Pope Alexander. He sent me
to be your secretary.

And take me to the
heaven which is Rome?

No, Excellency,
we are to remain
in Spoleto indefinitely.

(SIGHS)

I have given up all I love
to ensure Rodrigo Borgia's
day would come.

I should be by his
side in Saint Peter's.

Yet he orders me to
dwell in this valley
between mountains.

Hidden from view of the world.

Spoleto is but 140
kilometers from Rome.

And yet the distance
from Spain to Rome will
prove much shorter.

In my heart, I know the
new Pontiff has already
summoned my brother.

Just as I know I cannot
soon return to Pisa.

Well, if Spoleto
is your purgatory,
then Pisa is your hell.

Better to be here,
hoping for release
from suffering,

than there,
in perpetual torment.

But my baby son is in Pisa.

And I have, at this moment,

a band of Borgia bravi
scouring Monte Serra
to find him.

In time, they will.
Cesare!

There is no clock
in all of Europe in
which such a time exists.

You live a fantasy.

(SCOFFS)

I thought you were my friend.

Friends tell the truth.
Lovers lie.

And as your friend,
I beg you to accept
what you know to be true

and allow your son
to rest in the hands
of God.

I cannot accept that
of which I have no proof.

My bravi will find him

and little Cesare
will once more
wiggle in my hands.

POPE ALEXANDER: We swear upon
the soul of our late uncle,
Pope Calixtus,

and upon our own life,

that we shall soon
tear down and rebuild
this basilica anew.

As we shall rebuild

and reform Holy Mother Church.

(CHURCH BELL RINGING)

(PLAYING POORLY)

Husband.

You saw my uncle Rodrigo
receive the crown?

I did. He is now
the Bishop of Rome,
King of the Papal States

and Supreme Pontiff
of the Universal Church.

When will I see His Holiness?

When he summons you.

But remember, do not tell
him what you think you
witnessed in your delirium.

Uncle is now Pope.

Dare I withhold
a revelation spoken
to me by Saint Petronilla?

Lucrezia, let the vision
live within your heart.

Take some time in silent prayer

to be certain that becoming
a nun is what Saint Petronilla
truly asks.

You would not want
to disappoint her
and the Holy Father.

I will go and pray, Mama.

Not for clarity, which
I already have, but for
an audience with the Pope.

You have sworn
to keep La Bella
out of your bed...

(LAUGHS) ...and your family
away from Rome.

Reform of the church
must begin with you.

Show your detractors
you've changed.

By forsaking those I love?

No. Those whom
Rodrigo Borgia loved.

A man who no longer exists.

Yes.

We are a new man.

Della Rovere is where?

Fled, to Ostia.

Fled?

Because he failed to
get elected, the French
have abandoned him.

He believes
his life is in peril.

Or he plots to put
a new Pope's
life in peril.

(DOOR OPENING)

Gacet? Is that you?

Giulia,

I...

We made a promise
to your husband's family.

There's to be no more
between you and me.

We... I gave a sacred vow.

You are
the Supreme Pontiff,
with the power

to overrule such vows.

We are forging
a new church.
Pure and honest.

Our actions must
match our goals.

Pope Innocent has
bequeathed us a crumbling,

corrupt, chaotic city.

Drink some wine.

Rome.

Rome should attract
scholars and artists
to rival Florence.

But we cannot invite
creative souls to a city

where the walls
ripple with blood,
the air stinks of...

You still have
some wine on your...

We...

We'll institute a tribunal
to enforce the law,

dividing the city
into four districts,
each with a judge to...

And once each week,

we ourselves,

shall hear complaints.

We, yes.

You cannot accomplish
all of these improvements
alone.

You are but one man.
My Rodrigo.

True.

We are alone.

You must surround
your throne with those
whom you do trust.

My family.

Your friends.

If my brother Alessandro
were a cardinal,

he would serve you loyally.

My God.

Oh, God.

Another?

You, saying no to wine?

Cesare, I am summoned
to Rome and must soon depart.

Nonsense.
We are on holiday until
the Pope summons me.

A messenger came at dawn
before you were awake.

I'm sworn to secrecy,
but you are my dearest friend.

His Holiness is to name me
a cardinal in petto.

(SIGHS)

Congratulations.
With all my heart.

(SIGHS)

Well, then let us hope
that this appointment finally
frees my once noble family

from decades of
poverty and dependency.

Well, Cardinal Farnese,

perhaps you could offer
a lowly seminarian
some advice.

What shall I do today
to keep from growing
even more stagnant?

You are not a lowly seminarian.

You are Bishop of Valencia.

Fill your days by doing good.

And while I am here doing good,

you shall be in Rome,
acting as my eyes,
my ears, my spy.

(CHUCKLES)

Spy?

And if I'm exposed,
I will be executed.

You will send me
letters in code.

We are perplexed,
Cardinal Riario-Sansoni.

At the Conclave, you and
Cardinal della Rovere appeared
to have had a falling out.

The bruise on your face
told that story well.

But now, you come
in his stead, you speak
on your cousin's behalf.

In every family, Holy Father,
there are disagreements.

But as Christians, we forgive.

Still, this sudden illness
of our cherished Giuliano

distresses us deeply.

We pray for
a quick recovery.
Meanwhile,

you each have before you a
list of papal officials whom
we believe to be corrupt.

Their tenures
are terminated
as of this moment.

Holiness.
(ALL CHATTERING)

The Supreme Pontiff
will hear from
Cardinal...

Henceforth, Herr Burchard,
we will dispense with you

announcing the name
of each cardinal.

We recognize our brother,
Gianbattista Orsini.

He may, all may, speak freely.

Holiness, my niece's
husband is on the list.

For 10 years,
he has excelled as
Maestro di Strada,

overseeing the
preservation of Rome's
most historic edifices.

His tenure has
excelled only in its
systematic looting.

He goes!
(COLONNA CHUCKLES)

Do not smirk, Giovanni.

We hereby officially dismiss
your brother, Fabrizio,
as Prefect of Rome.

(LAUGHS)

Today ends the casual
lawlessness which has
marked life in the Vatican

since the death of Nicholas V.

To that end,
we have chosen
as Vice Chancellor,

a man who shares
our zeal for reform,
Ascanio Sforza.

(ALL CHATTERING)

He also shares our commitment
to restoring Rome's supremacy
in the world.

Does anyone have
an argument with that?

To begin,
each of you will
pay a yearly tithe

to finance the
reconstruction of
Saint Peter's Basilica.

(ALL EXCLAIMING)

You are dismissed
until you are needed.

I helped to make
Borgia Pope and he dares
to speak to me that way?

He is devoid of loyalty.
And tact.

No, this is true reform.

Nonsense.

This is a way
to create job vacancies
for Borgia cousins.

I tell you this,
I will pay no tithe
to destroy our basilica.

I leave at once for Bracciano
to discuss these matters
with my family.

Rome is a shop which
sells fine pottery,

into which we have let loose

a snarling bull.

I go to join my
cousin in Ostia.

POPE ALEXANDER: The two
of you have in these
past several years

forged and sold upwards
of 50 papal bulls.

As was understood...

Do not speak,
Fra Domenico!
Do not move!

You've received bribes
for anywhere from
100 ducats to 2,000

writing fraudulent
papal dispensations.

DOMENICO: My father was Pope
Innocent's personal physician
and I was guaranteed...

POPE ALEXANDER: Gentile,
your father is incompetent

and you shall steal no more.

(BOTH SCREAMING)

(CROWD CHEERING)

And how is our
beloved nephew,
Cesare?

He longs to
see you, Holiness.
Yes.

Alessandro, arise.

To whom are you loyal?

Why, to you,
of course,
Holy Father.

Can one man
be loyal to two men
at the same time?

In theory, if...
No, he cannot,

dear brother.

He cannot.

You must promise,
young Farnese,

that what you hear in the
halls of the Vatican will not
reach the walls of Spoleto.

Do you so swear?

I do.

Have you told anyone
that I will make
you a cardinal?

No, Holiness.

Not even Cesare?
No.

Then come, let me embrace you.

Not as Pope, but as family.

I see a basilica twice
the size of the current one.

With a dome reaching
into the heavens.

LUCREZIA: Uncle!
ADRIANA: Lucrezia!

That is not how
you greet the Pope.

Adriana, a Pope
needs affection
the same as any man.

Look at you.

There's pink in your
cheeks and meat
on your bones,

I was so worried.

I did not know if I would
ever touch you again.

Uncle, worry not.
I have been reborn.

Oh, thanks be to God.

Lucrezia, embrace me.

Come, see your new suite,

which I've hired Europe's
finest artist to decorate.

You'll pose for him
and he'll paint you
as Saint Catherine.

Me, a saint? Oh, yes!

Yes, Holy Father,
I knew you would
understand.

This way, my darling girl.

Citizens of Spoleto, please.

The Bishop is
currently in prayer.

Blessed are You,
Christ, my Lord,
God of all creation.

Through Your goodness,
I offer this wine.

Fruit of the vine and
work of human hands.

I drink it as Your blood.

The presence
of Your body and blood,
Your soul and divinity

shall awaken life in me.

AGAPITO: Excellency.

Agapito.
I know I'm not
yet a priest

and do not have the mystical
power to change wine into
the blood of Christ.

I go through the motions,
hoping they will
show me the way.

Any word from Pisa
about my son?

No, Excellency.

But there are peasants
outside who seek
an audience.

They've lost their livestock
in the recent pestilence.

Give them each a ducat.

These men seek more than money.

They ask for
your blessing,
Bishop Borgia.

My blessing?

Bring them in.

Count Prospero,
I have come,
as you requested,

to be with you in
your final hours.
You are not alone.

The Lord will accompany
you on your journey.

He will not.
I have led
a selfish life,

full of depravity and sin.

I need absolution

so I may enter paradise.

I understand.

Unfortunately, I am not
yet fully a priest.

Twelve years ago,

I murdered Pietro Margani.

Now, I know he deserved to die

a thousand times,
that dog bitch.

Still, I need your forgiveness.

I cannot forgive you.

Why?
You show no remorse.

Without remorse,
there can be
no absolution.

I know what you are,
you goddamn holy man.

I know that such things cost.

I will pay.

I will pay.

You cannot buy salvation.

(GROANING)

Count Prospero?

He is dead.

Take the gold.

GIULIA: Lucrezia, dear,
how are you faring?

Lucrezia!

I'm so excited
being painted
as Saint Catherine.

Oh, I believe,
Maestro Pinturicchio,

you are to paint
my likeness tomorrow.

I am to be the Virgin Mary.

Oh.

What unsettles you?

Lucrezia, I am not your mother,

nor your guardian,
nor your brother,

nor someone who wants
to see you naked.

There's nothing you
need to hide from me,
for I expect nothing from you.

I had a vision.

Lucrezia!

I've heard you were
delirious with fever.

I had a vision.
A divine vision,

which laid out my destiny.

And what is your destiny?

I am to be a nun.

Yet, I'm engaged to marry
Don Gaspare de Procida.

(SIGHING) Lucky Lucrezia.

You have everything
in the world,
youth, wealth,

an uncle who can place
you high in society.
And yet you want more.

No, I want less.

A life of meditation.

So, do I do as
my mother says
and stay quiet?

No, no.

Do as I do.

Tell Rodrigo of your
heart's deepest desire.

Lucrezia!

220 murders, Virginio?
Between Innocent's death
and our election?

220? In 11 days?

The number is high,
but not unexpected.

A papal transition
creates a void
in leadership.

Was the entire
Papal Guard on holiday?

I directed the guard
to make the safety of
the Conclave top priority.

We were sequestered
several stories up,
behind a brick wall.

While the Neapolitan
army attacked.

And were beaten back
not by your men,
but by ordinary citizens.

The guard must do better
to control the violence.

Religious pilgrims flock
to the grave of Saint Peter
from all over Europe.

They are Christ's
most humble servants.

And a source of
income we cannot
afford to jeopardize.

Last week, a group of
Silesians observed dogs
fighting over a human head.

They carried this
story to Florence.

From there,
gossip will spread
throughout the world.

We want the man responsible.

Identifying the culprit
would be impossible.

The process is a simple one.
Identify the head and
arrest his enemies.

The head had many enemies.

Pick two.
Any two troublemakers.

Swoop in under cover
of darkness and drag
them from their beds.

And once we have
them in custody?

Execute them.

POPE ALEXANDER: Their deaths
will speak loudly
to the people of Rome.

Live in safety and in fear.

(GROANING)

The era of Borgia has arrived.

(CROWD CLAMORING)

(SAW GRATING)

(MAN SCREAMING)

Oh, God!

GACET: By beating back
the street gangs,

the Papal Guard
is now the most
deadly force in the city.

POPE ALEXANDER: Yes?

The Papal Guard
is controlled by
Virginio Orsini, not by us.

Vice Chancellor.

Your Holiness.
A moment, in private?

We have no secrets
from these men.

As you wish.

Franceschetto Cibo
intends to sell
the four papal properties

which the late Pope,
his father,
bestowed upon him.

And who is to be the buyer?

Virginio Orsini.

That name again.

Cibo is too feckless
to engineer this deal.

It reeks of della Rovere.

And puts my brother
in jeopardy.

These lands lead directly
from Naples through
the Papal States to Milan.

The Orsini have
a contract with Naples,
who intend to attack.

Ah. In the Conclave
we promised neutrality

in these
contretemps between
the Italian city-states.

And you promised
the Orsini that you
would give up La Bella.

You promised the Colonna
that your family would
reside far from Rome.

Your campaign for the
papacy made more promises
than you can possibly keep.

But there is one
you're about to
ask me to keep.

Am I correct, Vice Chancellor?

Yes. Announce Lucrezia's
betrothal to my
cousin, Giovanni.

By binding the Borgia
name to my own, Naples

and della Rovere
will cease their
aggressions toward Milan.

The betrothal will happen next.

As soon as Giovanni
can travel here, we shall
sign the engagement.

No need to wait.
I will be his proxy.

We gather to finalize
the betrothal of the
maiden Lucrezia Borgia

to Count Giovanni
Sforza of Pesaro.

As our niece's legal guardian,
we offer her hand in marriage.

Do you accept?
I do.

And do you promise,
on behalf of Lucrezia,
to honor and obey?

I do.

(CHURCH BELL RINGING)

Uncle?

Lucrezia has survived
her fever and you, your
journey across the sea.

We are a happy, blessed man.

Holiness.

I'm humbled to be
in your presence.
I have news, good and bad.

I conquered the heart
of King Ferdinand's niece

Maria Enriques de Luna.

Of course.

Queen Isabella's heart
was better fortified.

She denied me betrothal.
But that was prior
to you becoming Pope.

We have an announcement
which we believe will begin to
soften the queen's objections.

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

JUAN: Captain General?

Does this please you?

To control an army? Yes.

Yes, of course.
This is my dream.

Holiness, I protest.
I've held this position
for a decade.

And grown content.
Stale. The Papal Guard
needs new blood.

New? Perhaps.
Inexperienced?

You put the security
of Rome in the hands
of an amateur.

We were all amateurs
once, Virginio.

We have not
dismissed you, sirrah.

Did you pay Franceschetto Cibo
40,000 ducats for
four papal fiefdoms?

I see. That is your reason
for besmirching my honor.

Yes, I have promised
to send the money

to Cibo's bank account
in Florence at the end
of the month.

The bastard son
of a dead Pope
has no right

to sell what belongs
to Holy Mother,
the church.

Innocent granted
the lands to his son.

Legally, Franceschetto
has given the deeds to me.

Deeds? You dare put a handful
of paper up against the wishes
of the Supreme Pontiff?

The sale is void.

If Your Holiness wishes
the properties returned,

Your Holiness will have
to take them by force.

Call out the Papal Guard.

Order Captain General
Juan Borgia onto
the field of battle.

I will happily
meet the challenge.

Be gone from my sight.

POPE ALEXANDER: Galeotto.

Anxious, Brother?

You hide it poorly.

I ponder my future.

I will of course do everything
asked of me to remain in the
Holy Father's good graces,

but in complete confidence
to you, I wonder who is
more deserving of loyalty,

one who has earned my trust
or one whose title demands
that I bend my knee?

Worry not, as long
as each believes your
loyalty belongs to him.

You're not the only Farnese
keeping secrets from Rodrigo.

Keeping secrets
from both father
and son.

Ah, yes,

a true Farnese
you will yet become.

Silvia, I trust you
enjoyed your tour
of the palace.

SILVIA: Shahzadeh Djem
was a gracious guide.

The pleasure was mine.

Alessandro, may
I present Lady Silvia
of the Ruffini family.

Ages have passed
since I last saw
her in Rome.

My lady.

Should you require
an escort more Christian
while in the Eternal City,

the honor would be mine.

And you are a priest,
are you not?

(CHUCKLES)

I'm working my way through
the ranks of the church,
but I'm not yet a priest.

Still. My sanctity
shall feel very safe
with you by my side.

He will be ready
to race in Il Palio.

AGAPITO: Excellency?

What says Alessandro?
Is my brother
Juan in Rome?

Yes. The entire city
celebrates the Duke
of Gandia's new position,

Captain General.

And your sister
is engaged to marry
the Count of Pesaro.

And I will not be
invited to the wedding.

What have you found?

(CRYING)

And so you will marry
Giovanni Sforza,
Count of Pesaro.

But I am already
betrothed to Don
Gaspare de Procida.

Your uncle was
Vice Chancellor when
that agreement was made.

Now he's Pope and he can
give you a husband
of greater stature.

Stature?

The Sforza family
is one of the
noblest in Italy.

And Giovanni is said
to be very handsome.

How old?

28.

Nearly twice my age!

He had a wife and
she died in childbirth,
so he's very sad.

But...
Lucrezia,

I'm sure you will come
to accept and even
enjoy Giovanni Sforza.

I had not met
my husband before
our wedding day.

I want to see my uncle.

Absolutely not.

I insist!

Then I shall lock you
in your room.

And this time, your mother
will not help you escape.

Saint Petronilla,
I'm not worthy
to ask you for favors

but I beg you,
please visit me again,
right now.

Day after day,
I cry out to you and
receive no answer.

I know my sin is great,
but my remorse is greater.

I want to do your will, but

if you would visit me
just one more time,
I would be certain.

You lavish blessings
upon my brother who
cares nothing for you!

While I dedicate myself.

But as I now hold
no hope of joining you
in the Kingdom of Heaven

I choose to burn
in my own hell.

Please, do not abandon me.
I will wait for you to come.

I will wait forever if I must.

(ALL CLAMORING)

(GROANING)

(COUGHING)

(GASPING)

GALEOTTO: You sent for us,
signor Borgia?

"Signor" Borgia?

Captain General.

Pope Alexander,
like the great god
Jupiter, is angry.

Virginio Orsini's tenure
was a total failure.

You, Lieutenant Sclafenatus,
are proof of his failure.

During drills today,
your men were
an embarrassment.

Your Captain General
speaks harshly, but true.

As the possibility
of war between
Milan and Naples grows,

we must be able
to rely on you to...

Holiness, if I may...
Lieutenant!

Do you interrupt
the Holy Father?

Yes. No. Mea culpa.

Unacceptable.

In the new Papal Guard,
a soldier is allowed
only one mistake.

You have now made two.

A colder soul would
pierce your throat and
laugh as you bleed.

This is your last warning.
Improve or die.

Djem?

If I may ask your advice,
when you were at war
with your brother,

commanding your troops,
if they performed poorly,

how would you discipline them?

Castration.

That way if they
could not fight
with bravado,

at least they can
sing with falsetto.

(LAUGHING)

I cannot tell if you're joking.

(ALL SINGING IN FALSETTO)

(ALL LAUGHING)

One cannot allow
the vino to dry up.

I shall fetch us some more.

(SINGING IN DEEP VOICES)

Mama, let the servants work.

The wine.
SERVANT: Yes.

This one is a dolt.

Come on. Go. Go.

Yes, madam.

Finally, we are alone.

I have information

which affects
the future
of our family.

What is it, Mama?

Do your taverns
no longer thrive
as they once did?

No, the income is steady.
The word in the taverns
is what worries me.

You see, men like to boast,

especially to a courtesan,
but this was about Rodrigo.

Marcantonio Colonna,
full of beer and pride,

spoke of a plot
to dethrone the Pope.

Della Rovere, Orsini and
King Ferrante of Naples were
mentioned in this conspiracy.

Mama.
No, no, we must...

Mama, please relax.

Marcantonio Colonna
is a fool and a coward.

Now, come.

Join us.
The thirsty await.

Thank God I have another son.

Thank God I have Cesare.

(SOBBING)

I do not want to
marry this creature
Giovanni Sforza.

I don't want even to meet him.

Be calm, hmm?
Be calm and listen.

Listen to me, has my marriage
stopped me from getting
everything I want?

Has it? No.

And yours need not either.

All I want is to be a nun.

But if I try to see my
uncle to tell him so,

Adriana blocks the way.

Oh, Adriana is
a boil we will lance.

Soon.

Until then?

Go through the motions,

greet the Count of Pesaro.

Saint Petronilla is
testing your resolve,

by putting temptation
in your path to purity.

Hmm?

What have you
been told about me?

That you are old.

And sad.

Your wife died in childbirth.

Our baby died as well.
And true, I have been sad.

But I would take issue
with the claim that I'm old.

I am as surprised
to be here as you
are to have me here.

I am Count of Pesaro,
but somewhat by default.

I was born a bastard.

My father died without
a legitimate heir.

I inherited a title
and virtually
nothing else.

My mother was niece
to King Ferrante and
my father was a Sforza.

I am the illegitimate
offspring of two families
who hate each other.

My story would
make a lively plot
for a drama,

but it's somewhat
less entertaining
in the real world.

Do you still miss your wife?

I do. She was
the other half of me.

But the pain,
the loneliness,
lessens every day.

I may always be altered by
my sadness, but not crippled.

I can love again.

Your uncle has granted
me a conductor,

a contract to raise troops
for the Papal Guard.

This endeavor will be
very, very profitable.

And your dowry
is 30,000 ducats.

Our marriage alters
my fortunes
substantially and

I am in no
position to refuse,
even if you asked.

I hope that we will come
to love each other.

I will work very hard
to make you happy.

If you will let me.

Excellency, I have
decoded Alessandro
Farnese's latest letter.

Your sister's wedding
is to take place tomorrow.

Your brother does not
fare well as Captain General
of the Papal Guard.

The enlisted men despise him.

The officers mock his commands.

Not surprising.
Juan is no leader.

I want to return the gold
we took from Count Prospero.

Why?

I do not know why.

Excellency,

I also have a letter
from your mother

telling of a conspiracy
against Pope Alexander,

forged by della Rovere,
the Colonna, the Orsini
and Naples.

They plot an attack
on the Eternal City.

I must go to Rome and warn him.

Yes.

But without the
Pope's permission?

I will be walking
towards my death.

Or towards your life.

This could be the sign
from God for which
you have been waiting.

I want Giovanni
to want me tonight.

He will, Lucrezia.
You have never
looked prettier.

I do not want to
look pretty, cousin.
I want to look beautiful.

(GASPS)

Oh, no.
That is vanity.

Oh, why must this
wedding happen so fast?

The Holy Father wills it.

(DOOR OPENING)

Is this a queen
I see before me?

Be gone.

You, too, dear
mother-in-law.

Giulia, I'm so confused.

I want to spend my days
as a bride of Christ

and my nights as a wife
to Giovanni Sforza.

You cannot have both.
You must choose.

I know.

And I choose God.

Then the time has come
to tell His Holiness
of your true vocation.

As you kneel at the altar,
look up at the Pope
and speak the truth.

Hmm?

(SINGING LATIN HYMN)

If any person believes
that these two should not
be joined in holy matrimony,

let him speak now
or forever remain silent.

In nomine Patris, et Filii,
et Spiritus Sancti.

POPE ALEXANDER: Ambassador
de Basche, the Muslim threat
grows more real every day.

Plead with King Charles
on our behalf for the French
to initiate a crusade.

But such an enterprise
is difficult,

moving armies to
Constantinople over land.

Unfortunately, we are
no longer in control
of Rome's harbors.

But there is always Naples.

Your niece makes
a beautiful bride.

I so feared there
would be rain today.
The great flood of 14.

She is beautiful every day.

GIANBATTISTA: I traveled
to Rome...

But never more so than today.

You were
in the coach.
I was...

POPE ALEXANDER: Every
eye is upon her.

BURCHARD: Holiness,
tradition demands
other than the bride,

women must
remain separated
from the men.

Mein lieber Herr Burchard,
please, leave the past behind.

We are witnessing
a new dawn,
a rebirth of mankind,

una rinascita!

(ALL LAUGHING)

Come, ladies,
join the festivities.

(ALL CHEERING)

(QUIETLY) Go away.

GIOVANNI: What is
wrong, love?

My mother, I wish she had
been allowed to come.

(GUN FIRING)

Excellency, what
in the name of the risen
Christ is this?

Agapito, I've not said so,

but I'm grateful to you
for saving my life
from the flames.

I did what I was hired to do.
And I'm not the kind of man
that others write about.

No epic tales,
no verse dramas,
not even a middling comedy.

But you, Excellency,
you will inspire
playwrights and poets

and penographers
to celebrate
your every breath.

Shit, I must perfect my aim.

I have made my decision.

Tomorrow, I leave for Rome.

(LOUD CHATTER)

(ALL EXCLAIMING)

Whoo! (LAUGHS)

(GASPING)

(GUESTS APPLAUDING)

(GASPS)

(GUESTS CHEERING)

Two, three.

(PLAYING LIVELY MUSIC)

(ALL CHEERING)

I have debated theological
principles with some of
the best young minds in Italy.

But the hardest
part of becoming
intimate with God

is realizing he sometimes
wants me to act in ways

of which my friends
would never approve.

I know someone
who tried to kill...

Who tried to kill a baby,
and I stopped him.

I deceived him.
But he does
not know this.

He thinks himself
as a murderer.

But our Lord knows he's not.

I saved this man's soul.

I found the baby.

Then why deceive your friend?

Because he is not
in a position where
he could be a father.

In fact, by acknowledging
his son's existence, he puts
both their lives in danger.

Now that my friend
believes his son is dead,

the child is
where he should be.

MAN: The Love of God,
a poem by Dante.

The love of God,
unutterable and perfect

flows into a pure soul

the way that light rushes
into a transparent object

The more love that it finds,

the more it gives itself

so that as we become
clear and open

the more complete
the joy of loving is

And the more souls
who resonate together

the greater the intensity
of their love

for, mirror-like, each soul
reflects the other

Lucrezia, we've been
looking for you.

The hour is late.
Come home.

Home? I thought
the Palazzo Santa Maria
was my home.

You gave the palace
to us as a wedding present.

Giovanni may
visit you tomorrow.

Uncle, this is
my wedding night.

And you are very young.
You need not become
a woman this night.

Your husband will wait.
Will you not, dear Count?

Good night, darling wife.

Good night, sweet husband.

What do you
make of that, cousin?
You are the master strategist.

Why is His Holiness
not letting us
consummate our marriage?

As long as your bed is empty,
he is able at any moment to
dissolve the bond between you.

He is waiting. In case
a union with our house no
longer suits his needs.

That or the Pope
wants to fuck Lucrezia.