All language subtitles for Borgia S208

July 1494
Saint Alexius Day

The strange tale of Alexius...

patron of pilgrims and breadless...

who devoted himself to God,
never seeking laud...

who lived 17 years
under a set of stairs.

- Did he say under the stairs?
- Oh, dear. Sounds pretty dreary.

- I hope there will be dancing.
- Father, I do not wish to marry.

A father's will is paramount. Especially
I, who lead the mighty Roman Senate.

- You shalt wed the daughter of... - That actor
is very good. - I have to urinate.

I come, a blessed herald.
Leave thy city of Rome.

Travel to a new home,
live amongst the simple peasants...

as an example
of God's eternal presence.

Oh, Holy Angel, I shall.

Take heed those who sin,
a new day must begin.

- Ten years have passed.
- Feels like longer.

Oh Mary, Mother of God,
have I given all to your Son?

Alexius, Christ's faithful servant,
priest and pilgrim ever observant...

you are rich in grace.

Return thee to Rome in great haste.

We forgive you.

Do not harm the man...

until we learn who hired him.

Long live the Pope.

Royal Highness.

I have been called many names,
good and bad.

'Royal Highness'
is the most difficult to accept.

Oh, a beautiful creature.

A pity, with all of the sports you
enjoy, falconry is not one of them.

When I hunt, I prefer
a more hands-on approach.

Still, she is as fierce-looking
as the French army.

He is a tercel.
One third smaller than a female.

As is a man's heart,
when denied the woman he loves.

Rest assured, the Holy Father toils daily,
trying to find a way to grant your annulment.

Trying?

Such matters must be done legally.

Yet Alexander is well-known for
moving Heaven and Earth for a friend.

And what of Milan?

His Holiness supports
your claim to the duchy.

Before he would denounce the Sforza, he needs
further proof of the unshakable bond between us.

He asks that you make ready
for Holy Crusade.

Even though I have no intention
of leading my men into that abyss?

Even though. Your advance south to the port
of Brindisi will justify your march into Milan.

Hold. His Holiness encourages me
to invade the Italian Peninsula,

the very action for which
he condemned King Charles?

Charles did not have
Cesare Borgia by his side.

The Pope gives me the annulment
and Milan in exchange for?

You securing my marriage to Carlotta...

and acknowledging me as the
sole heir to the crown of Naples.

Alright.

This attackupon your sacred person is a clear
indication of the people's displeasure

with your recent and nonsensical
French alliance.

The assassin has admitted in the holy confession
that he was a follower of Savonarola.

- He has sworn upon his soul that he acted alone.
- Yes, yes, yes. Even so, France must be...

There is no alliance.

We have simply asked the new king to go
on crusade and push back the Muslims.

Bajazet's attack on the Venetian Islands
proves that his ambitions are still thirsty.

Those French beasts will once again use
the Crusade as a pretext to slaughter Italy.

I disagree. The French monarchy represents the
largest and wealthiest dioceses of our great Church.

- We must embrace Louis d'Orleans.
- We the Church or we the Borgia?

What was that, Cardinal?

At the coronation, Louis renewed
his claim to the title Duke of Milan...

thereby challenging my brother, Ludovico.

Ludovico was the one who invited
the French into Italy the first time.

Ancient history, Holiness.

Barely a year ago, other cardinals
beside Sforza sided with France.

- Yet, now Cesare sides with France. This means the
end of the Holy League. - We created the Holy League.

The sovereignty of Italy will only be
destroyed by your collective lack of faith.

Christ. I had hoped,
with Della Rovere gone to Lyon...

that life in Rome would get quieter.

Yes, yes. Leave us be.

The very ladies
for whom our hearts pine.

I see that the dowager queen
has not yet left.

- The weather north has been unsettled.
- Your Royal Highness.

England sent us their torrential rains.

Majesty, Carlotta might find
a Borgia more appealing...

if you were to raise my status
amongst the courtiers of France.

A Duke, perhaps.

Your next step to the throne of Naples?

But if you had to choose
between Carlotta or the crown?

Carlotta.

Right.

If I can convince Anne of your sincerity,
then she will persuade the girl.

There are many at court, cardinal Briconnet, for one,
who whisper lies about me to the dowager queen.

Overcome your conflict with Briconnet.
He is a wise man.

He was the dead king's confidant,
not yours.

And he cannot gain a papal
dispensation of your wedding vows...

nor guarantee your rise in Milan.

You and I can subjugate
the petty princes of Italy.

I am your falcon, Majesty.
I am ready to swoop.

I received a letter from Ferrara.

Alfonso d'Este writes that there is great concern
in his father's court about the French.

Louis may not be the hydra Charles was,
but he surely shares similar ambitions.

Yes. How long until France's
crusade tramples Italy?

All the while, Cesare kisses the feet of the
same sodomites who held him hostage.

How many Borgia must my father marry into your
family before you realize we are not your enemy?

Your family licks the ass of the very men
who drove my father from his throne,

his final days in madness...
- The French did not drive him mad.

The House of Aragona is filled with
those who foam at the mouth.

The army of France raped our women, then
cut off their fingers as to steal their rings.

Oh, I forgot. Italian women are
only here for Italian men to rape.

Will Rodrigo find me
a husband or will he not?

Sister, I have yet to broach
the subject with his Holiness.

For nearly seven weeks, I have been secluded in
our palazzo, waiting for you to do a brother's duty.

I will. But I navigate bodies of water
that must remain placid.

Rodrigo Borgia, Francesc Gacet
and now Riario-Sansoni.

Your demands for a husband
would flood the Tiber. Patience, Giulia.

- Eminence.
- Please, Guillaume.

Of course, Guillaume.
And I am Giuliano.

Guillaume, Giuliano.
Our names are not that different.

Nor our agendas.

I appreciate the tactical reasons why you've
grown closer to the Borgia son,

but I fear that he is
more of a menace than an ally.

His influence on King Louis
is unbearable.

I am sorry. Cardinal Briconnet asked
me to keep my distance but I cannot.

Cesare Borgia, as a reward for his service,
asked Louis to convince my Carlotta

to abandon our engagement.

Matters of the heart aside, Cesare's
rise could mean our collective fall.

I am well aware. No one has been
more beguiled by the Borgia than me.

But what can we do?

Are we not in agreement that Anne
de Bretagne should marry Louis XII?

Cesare offers the royal lovebirds
that which both of them desire most.

We cannot stop the annulment,
so we must watch Cesare triumph.

That Catalan bastard
has outmanoeuvered the four of us.

For now.

I have an upsetting report from Rome.

Good work today. A full bottle
of claret for you tonight.

There was an assassination attempt
at your father.

- Was he hurt?
- Apparently not.

Then let's keep this intelligence
to ourselves at present.

I need to accelerate my time-table.
Any word on the annulment?

I have additional requests from cardinal
Farnese regarding his inquiry.

And so another day passes while
I am encumbered by bureaucracy.

By legalities, both here and in Rome.

Is there a letter from Lucrezia?

Hieronyma.

Highness.

- Do you enjoy being our lady-in-waiting?
- Only if doing so leads to a rich husband.

A good husband.

Me, I have tried so hard
to be a good husband.

Despite the lies told to me by my wife.

What am I to do, Hieronyma?
She clearly loves d'Este.

For all I know, the baby Giovanni
might be their child.

- I should leave you be.
- Please do not.

You are different
than anyone I have ever met.

- No.
- Yes.

We all need some secrets.

One, and two, three and hop.

One, two, three and hop.

One, two, three and hop.

And one, two, three and hop.

I have searched everywhere for you, beloved
spouse. Our home, the Papal Archives.

And yet, here you are,
dancing in the gardens.

- I am teaching Angela the rudiments of saltarello.
- The steps are quite difficult.

Oh. Then, Angela, you are
blessed by good fortune.

Meet the finest dancer
at the court of Naples.

Let us show your Spanish cousin
how Italians celebrate.

You're less accomplished
than you claim, husband.

The jump.

I smell perfume.

Oh. Do you now?

Have you discovered a path to
the French king's annulment?

Louis argues that he did not freely
give consent to the marriage

but Canon Law decrees
that cohabitation purges coercion.

He also charges that he and Jeanne
are cognate, which is true.

Louis is the cousin of
Jeanne's late father.

But Pope Sixtus granted a
dispensation, allowing the union.

- And then, there is a claim of deformity.
- Deformity? On Jeanne?

- I've heard she is a hunchback.
- Some say the woman's feet are webbed.

Cesare will meet with the Duchess
to ascertain the truth.

- Holiness, the Papal Treasury.
- Ah, yes. You may go, nephew.

How stand our coffers?

The position of Papal Treasurer is akin
to the Messenger of Ill Tidings.

I've finally sorted out the ledgers
only to discover the shocking fact

that none of the Papal States have paid the
Denarii Sancti Petri in almost a year.

Not Spoleto, not Urbino, not Pesaro.

Good.

Holiness?

Our authority as the authority of
Saint Peter is being challenged.

This challenge is an opportunity to show
our governors how absolutely we rule.

Which man possesses the greatest
respect? Urbino di Montefeltro?

Bishop Constantino Eroli of Spoleto.

Summon Eroli to Rome.

Alessandro, one last question.

One which will divide your loyalties.

Is your sister back from Capodimonte?

Is she, like Saint Alexius,
hiding under the stairs?

She is in Rome, but...

We will grant Giulia Farnese a papal
audience. Be certain she attends.

Eminence.

Forgive me, but I do not know
how to address a former cardinal...

or the bastard son of the Pope.

Use the name given to me
on the day of my christening.

Guillaume, we have much in common...

despite the unfortunate past we share.

Louis is fond of us both.

Perhaps we should forgive each other
for the sake of each other.

And the King.

I was unaware
that a Borgia knew how to forgive.

Highness, Carlotta.

Your Majesty, I beg you
to excuse me.

I admire you, Cesare, for your dogged
pursuit of an unattainable dream.

I am a cynic,
except when confronted by love.

Then, Majesty, any dream is possible.

Did you ever think that you would be free to
marry the man whom you truly love?

- Yet Charles lies in his tomb and the annulment...
- You Italians, always so blunt.

- My heart will not be silenced.
- Bravo.

And I do thank you for shepherding my quest
for happiness through the Vatican.

- As for Carlotta...
- Can you offer no encouragement?

Neroli? No.

Myrrh? No.

I smelled perfume on my husband's
skin. Hieronyma's perfume.

Lucrezia, di Calabria is a pig.
Do not be jealous.

Jealous? I am grateful.

My idiot husband has handed me
a way to control our marriage.

- Control?
- Church law allows men to be unfaithful.

So if I must stay married,
I will dominate.

This is it. Hungarian water.

Rosemary, lavender,
sage, mint, marjoram...

and betrayal.

- La Bella.
- Holiness.

We are... I am...

I am a new man, weaned from vitriolo.

We asked you here, the place where
the two of us consecrated our love...

to say that I will do anything
to prove myself worthy of you again.

I do not grow younger, Rodrigo.

I need to secure my future
for the sake of our daughter.

So you must do what you did for
Vannozza Catanei. Find me a husband.

- I could not bear losing you to another man.
- If I remain unmarried...

- you will lose me anyway.
- Wait.

I will.

We will do what we must.

But please, promise me...

- tonight you will move back to our bed.
- Yes.

Unfortunately, your wife has not responded
to any of the written pontifical inquiries...

Perhaps Jeanne plans
to block my way in court.

T'would be better to convince the
Duchess to agree to the separation

rather than ignite a public discourse.

I will visit her in Bari and explain
the wisdom of such an agreement.

- As Papal Legate, I will attend you.
- That is unnecessary.

You both are persuasive.
You both should go.

Everyone, listen. Listen.

What is this?

Cesare Borgia, you are,
from this day forward...

the Duke of Valentinois.

Please, sit. Be comfortable.

Fabrizio, the Borgia and the Colonna
have been at odds for some time.

That is an understatement.

We asked you here to repair the
friendship between our families.

How? Will I be made
prefect of Rome again?

With you, power and position
come and go like a fart.

This time, we offer
a more lasting union.

Giulia Farnese, in marriage.

Why do you suddenly seek
a suitor for your mistress?

Giulia has waited the appropriate mourning
period after the loss of her husband

just as you have for your late wife.

Time for each of you to be happy.
Perhaps together.

What of her dowry?
The Farnese are no longer wealthy.

We will provide a sum
of 40,000 ducats for her betrothal.

All well and good, Holiness,
but if I were to marry the girl...

you must agree
to never touch her again.

Well.

I will entertain Giulia at my palazzo
this evening. At dinner.

Examine La Bella up close.

He is perfect. A pompous shit.
Giulia will despise him.

Your Holiness.

I can see your expressions from here.
You bring gloom.

The Bishop of Spoleto
refuses your summons.

He writes that in the wake of both the
French and Spanish occupations

the papal governors question why they
must pay such a heavy tax to the Church

when they receive no protection.

Return to Spoleto.

Wait until Eroli is asleep...

then raid his palace
and bring him to us in chains.

If the Bishop resists,
kick him in the face.

We have not had a lady of such beauty
in our home for too many months.

Thank you. I have long heard rumors of the
beauty that lies inside the Colonna Palace.

Yes, but it is my brother
who started those rumors.

Fabrizio.

The truth is that the Colonna
household has been adrift...

without a feminine presence.

And the death of our dear brother Angelo has left
us Farnese with too few men and too little support.

Alessandro lacks a genuine friend
in the Consistory.

I offer my friendship, brother.

- And I you, brother.
- Good.

Yes, our families
would prosper together.

And you, my dear, you would be treated
like empress Livia of ancient Rome.

Micheletto, you've managed
to arrive without being murdered.

- Your Grace.
- Grace?

Yes, Grace.

Micheletto, I am in search of a poison,
one that is more painful than cantarella.

To use on whom?

Why, Cardinal Briconnet
and Guy de Laval, of course.

- You would kill them both?
- I would like to have the option.

And do you not think that if your
two enemies should suddenly die...

that you would not be held in suspect
by the King, by Carlotta?

My Lord, this is too extreme.

Despite her actions,
I believe Carlotta dreams of me.

Does anyone ever dream of you,
Agapito?

Or you?

No, but you're right, as always.

Let us leave Briconnet be, for now,
and focus on Guy Laval.

Find a poison which moves slowly.

I've waited this long,
I can wait a few more months.

'Until then, I remain
your devoted slave.'

I like that.

Deliver this to Alfonso di Calabria.

I am so grateful that you have forgiven
me for sleeping with the Prince.

You are family. And we Borgia
put family above all else.

Friends, husbands, whores.

I had another lady-in-waiting,
Pantisilea.

Found in the Tiber, whipped to death.

- So I have heard.
- Her murderer was never found.

Cousin, I have a request.

I would like to return to Spain.
By the first tide tomorrow.

- Hello, slave.
- Hello, husband.

Lucrezia, I knew this was you. I went to our
bed first and was longing for your presence.

Do not put more lies
onto your list of sins.

The fault is yours.
I see how you prefer d'Este.

I was trying to make you jealous, so you would
feel the same pain that burns through me.

As usual, you did not think this through.
All you have done is made me angry.

You do not grasp the fullness
of my love, Lucrezia.

My deep desire for us
to be truly man and wife.

Man and wife,
never woman and husband.

- The hour is late.
- Yes.

Odd. I thought I would be desperate
to leave the Palazzo Colonna...

but Fabrizio was every inch
a gentleman.

Even funny at times.

You smile like a girl in love.

Oh, love. Love is irrelevant.

Yes. You crave security, contentment.

Emeralds.

A nice gesture,
even if slightly out of fashion.

You accepted a gift the very first time
you and he were together.

- To refuse would have been an insult.
- You did the same with me.

You took the jewelry I gave you
the night before your wedding...

when we shared a bed of bliss.
- Rodrigo, you and I fucked.

- Did you and Fabrizio fuck?
- You think me that much a whore?

- I know you are.
- How much wine have you drunk?

How much wine did you need to bare
your nipples for that Colonna fool?

- I am sober.
- Leave me. Get out.

- You are acting worse than Laura.
- Fine. If you will not leave, then I will.

- And go where?
- Why? You do not care.

- I am no longer the highest bidder.
- It was you, you arranged this evening.

I will drown myself in a sea of vitriolo.

Get out of my way.

- Not my finger.
- You have no right to harm me.

La Bella, I beg forgiveness.

I cannot live my life without you.

Please, promise me,
while I live you will never marry.

Do you not see, Rodrigo?

I love you.

Cesare Borgia,
Duke of Valentinois...

and Cardinal Della Rovere, legate
of his Holiness, Pope Alexander VI.

- Your Highness.
- I am not a queen.

Au contraire, until your marriage is annulled,
you are Queen Consort of France.

Until or unless?

Forgive. Unless, of course.

You are too precise, Della Rovere,
to choose the wrong word.

I am a duchess
and will be addressed as such.

Of course.

Recent events have been unpleasant.
No need to prolong the prologue.

Cesare Borgia, you may begin.

First, the King asked me to convey
his respect and admiration.

That is comforting, given that he has not answered
any of my letters since my brother Charles died.

Now onwards.

His Holiness has assembled a team of canonical
experts to examine the validity of your marriage.

On that subject, I am afraid
there are only two experts.

His Royal Highness has submitted
to the tribunal a list of 29 witnesses.

They will testify that your father, then
king, summoned Louis, barely 14...

- and threatened him...
- Threatened?

if Louis refused you in marriage.

Here is a document
with the signature of Louis XI.

'I warn you, Duke d'Orleans...

that those who oppose me
in this marriage...

will not be certain of their lives.'

My father would never
have written such words.

There is no official seal.

This signature is a forgery.

The main reason for which Louis
has put forth for the annulment

is that your marriage
was never consummated.

On that charge, he is extremely firm.
Would you agree?

No, I would not.
Perhaps I have been too hasty.

I should employ my own counsel.

Let us consider another option,
to avoid a perdurable legal war.

The King insists that the reason he
never consummated the marriage is...

that you suffer from a physical defect.

In order for the Holy Father to make
a proper and sacred decision,

he has asked us
to inquire about this charge.

Doing so brings me great sorrow.

I see no deformities.

Mine is one that can be viewed only
when I am disrobed.

Then you will have to show us.

For the sake of the investigation.

Need I remind you
that I am of royal blood?

You need not, we are trying to handle
this as delicately as possible.

But we must insist.

I am no fool. He torments me
because he wants to marry Anne.

But he does not love her.
He woos her for the sake of politics.

To keep France and Bretagne united.

My husband's ambition is so vast...

if I resist, he will shame me in public.

God created my body this way
for reasons I will never understand.

Louis accepted that fact when we were married
and promised he would never tell another soul.

I have been true to my marriage vow,
but now I shall take a new one.

I will be a bride of Christ. A nun.

You accept the annulment?

Yes.

Yes, I will agree,
but not on the grounds of coercion.

My father was a good man,
a beloved king, as was my brother.

I will not let my shame
cling to their names.

Then we must verify
the failure to consummate...

by seeing the deformity.

Very well. I will show the two of you
and then you will leave.

Della Rovere, this is beyond
the bounds of decency.

Be honest, are you not curious?

Enter if you so wish.

Good day, gentlemen.

The nature of Jeanne's disfigurement
must have been disturbing.

In truth, I was more upset by her blindness
to the love Louis and Anne share.

The Duchess echoed my own words
regarding Carlotta.

Am I, too, a man
with a penis and a vagina?

The Goddess of Peace.
I live a life of delusion and denial.

I have found an apothecary who
has mixed the poison you described.

- And a servant of Guy de Laval's...
- No.

The time has come for me
to wake up from my dream.

Your Holiness, Bishop Constantino
Eroli, governor of Spoleto.

I was abducted from my bed, brought
to the Eternal City in a cart...

hands bound in chains, like a
petty thief. I ask you, why?

- Because you are a criminal.
- Not so. I am a good Christian.

A good Christian does as the blessed Bible
commands and pays his tithe to Mother Church.

In the past year, has Mother Church
been present in the lives of her people?

Or has she been asleep?

She is awake
and staring you in the eyes.

She appears
to be staring at my purse.

Once the citizens of Spoleto
hear of my treatment...

they and the leaders of the other
Papal States will be rebellious.

Once they see what happens to a governor
who defaults on his sacred vows...

the people will pay
the tithe with interest.

Bishop Eroli, you will be displayed...

chained to a chair for the rest of your days
on a precipice at Terra Nuova prison.

You are our new gargoyle.

This is cruel and unjust.

Do you now wish to pay
the Denarii Sancti Petri?

Yes.

You're too late.

No. Holiness, no.

I said I'd pay. I beg you.

We now must find a new,
more trustworthy governor for Spoleto.

- Whom do you have in mind?
- Who, who, who?

Alfonso.

I am to be governor of Spoleto.

Spoleto will henceforth
be known as a place...

where Lucrezia Borgia
and her faithful husband...

lived in perfect harmony.

I was passing an orchard
and I espied this.

The last ripe peach of the season.

Pray tell...

what are the recent
developments from Rome?

Most Christian King...

the Holy Father
grants you your annulment.

I am most grateful.

Summon the dowager,
my once and future queen.

The part you both played
will not be forgotten.

Though, dear Cesare, I must tell you
that which you do not wish to hear.

I have spoken to Carlotta at length
and she is determined to marry Guy.

I cannot force the girl to do otherwise.
I was forced into marrying Jeanne.

My annulment must not
turn me into a hypocrite.

Such is life.

The Duchess Jeanne spoke true,
Louis' ambitions are vast.

He never meant to help me. He craves
the Kingdom of Naples as well.

- We should return to Rome.
- No.

I will turn this setback to my
advantage. I will not be defeated.

You have made Queen Anne
very happy. I thank you, Cesare.

I wish only to see true love triumph.

This changes nothing between us.

Many disparaging comments
have been made the last few weeks...

by my brother cardinals.

But know this. We do what is best
for God's Holy Church.

With the integrity of faith
and the purity of mind.

We intend to make an appointment.

As with all others,
we demand your unfailing support.

And the people of Spoleto
will receive their new governor...

with complete obedience.

We present the next governor
of Spoleto...

Lucrezia Borgia.

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