All language subtitles for Borgia S308

Mama. You come so early
and unannounced.

- I love to hear you call me mama.
- Well, are you not my mother?

Not enough. I have acted
more like a jealous sister.

Once I was La Rosa,
the most beautiful woman in Rome.

More beautiful than Giulia.

These days, I look in the mirror
and I see a face I do not recognize.

The time has come to accept
that she is me.

Especially now
that you will move to Ferrara

with your true love, Alfonso d'Este.

My true love... I am not certain
that what I feel for Alfonso is true love.

How can this be?

I am troubled by the same nightmare
each hour I sleep.

I see d'Este lording
over the body of di Calabria

as the victor in a duel of death.

And so I face my wedding day with dread.

Bajazet Veli, padishah
of the Ottoman Empire presents

a special envoy Aslam...

...Aslam Gacet.

Supreme Pontiff of the Roman Church,

Bajazet the Just, with deepest respect,
offers you...

Leave.

- ...his most sincere...
- Leave now.

To dismiss the ambassador
of the padishah

is to dismiss the padishah himself.

Fine.

Fine.

Fine.

You stay.
All else, out!

Verbum incarnatum.

- Should I remain, Grandpapa?
- No.

How can we allow you to work for Bajazet
with the many secrets you hold?

Name your price. You can retire
like a Moorish prince.

You offer money.

In doing so, you insult me yet again.

Still do you do not know me.

Rodrigo, I would have died for you.

And would you now die for Bajazet?

My obligations to the padishah
are of a different nature.

He should be made aware
of your perversities.

He already knows.
And he has perversities of his own.

Still, you are a danger.

Perhaps this will sway your mood.
The rarest gems of the Ottoman Empire.

Inform your master of our displeasure
in his hiring you.

We will denounce you loudly
in public, but...

...we are losing our beloved daughter
to Ferrara.

Though you cannot stand by our side...

...your presence provides us
with some mote of comfort...

...as our world slowly disintegrates.

- Goddamn you, Cesare Borgia.
- Curse you, Borgia.

Please, for the love of God,
please, a word. Please.

I beg you, blessed one.

Take my son away from me.
Away from Faenza. I beg you.

I beg you.

Why would a mother ever ask
such a terrible favor?

We are starving.

Donna coraggiosa,
your son will not starve.

None of you will starve!

You are an angel, sent by God.

- Blessed one.
- Onward.

- Hooray, Astorre.
- Blessed one.

- Astorre. Astorre.
- Blessed one.

Welcome back, Your Grace.

You have returned
not a moment too soon.

Our informants report Vitelli, Bentivoglio
and Petrucci have combined their armies

and are moving at an alarming speed
against you, headed here to Faenza.

- Where are the traitors now?
- Very close to Ravenna.

They will use the coast
as a base camp to attack.

I am not surprised
that their three heads combined

result in the most obvious of tactics.

Still, urgent action is required.

Battles need to be fought,
buffoons need to be fooled.

Where is Ramiro de Lorqua?

Waiting for you in the throne room,
the room he loves most.

Why, when I entered the city,
was I greeted

with eyes filled with venom and bile?

Your governor rules
with a cleaver and a sword.

The citizens pay him with gold

or with their hands, one digit at a time.

De Lorqua has gone against all
that I instructed.

I suspect for de Lorqua, anything
short of murder is an act of kindness.

My liege, Faenza revels
at your safe return.

I have much to discuss with you.

First, income from the manufacture
of majolica has doubled,

due to my skills at reorganization.
A gift for you.

The artisans use a glaze of tin
to make the scene shine like a jewel.

Notice the details,
the spear through the lines...

Did I not ask you to secure for me
the love of Faenza's populace?

- I have obeyed your orders.
- No, you taught them fear. Distrust.

These people were an unruly lot.
Now they will do what you command.

- With their hands or without?
- I leave them enough with which to work.

Do you fear me, Ramiro?

I did not join Vitelli
and the other mutineers

because just as a Spanish hound
adores his master...

...I love you and only you, Cesare.

Then which keeps you by my side?
Your love or your fear?

- Goffredo Borgia, Prince of Squillace.
- Goffy!

- My son, welcome to Rome.
- Welcome home.

I would not miss this wedding
for all the terra cotta in Squillace.

- Mama.
- Oh!

You are the size of Cesare.

Cousin.
Isabella, dear sister.

I have just had the pleasure of speaking
to your son Aurelio.

You must be very proud
of his achievements.

As proud as Vannozza is of you.
And how is your wife, Highness?

She is, and will always be, a cunt.

- Pleasant surprise, Giulia.
- A surprise, really?

Surely you know that among the women
of Rome, I have the greatest durability.

We thank God for bringing our family
together one last time.

- La famiglia.
- La famiglia.

King Federigo lives in fear of the
impending attack on Naples by France.

He need not worry.
Spain will save his fat ass.

Spain's triumph may be our defeat,
since Cesare serves King Louis.

And you serve Federigo.
We Borgia are covered front to back.

Most Holy Father, may I present
my three younger brothers:

Ippolito, bishop of Esztergom,
soon to be a cardinal.

Ferrante, a brigadier in the Ferrara army.
And the youngest of us, Sigismondo.

Are you certain he is not the eldest?

The burden of my priestly vocation weighs
down my shoulders and pales my skin.

Do not those of us who are the wisest
age the worst?

There is a bird in Britannia

so small you cannot see it.

I have one.

Please forgive my brother. A disease
has reached his brain. He is useless.

Or he is the holiest of you all.

Vitelli has once again approached
Florence,

asking us to join his military alliance
against you.

You are here. Therefore,
the signory continues to refuse.

Why anger France? Or the pope?
Or you?

And who is to say that, if you are gone,
Vitelli or one of the others

- will not try to be you?
- Because no one can be me.

Niccolo, you come to tell me things.
But you come to read me as well, yes?

Then read.
Can you see what is in my heart?

Or is there only a pit
where others have a soul?

Do I love or merely pretend to?

Why do my enemies wait to attack?
They know where I am.

Here with the highborn men of Faenza
eating off their painted plates.

The cabal is stymied.
Each man has his own agenda.

Each calculating how to swallow
up the spoils. None trusting the others

or willing to commit
to any hasty course of action.

Worse, they fear, in failure,
your vindictiveness.

Then they have already lost.

If they have, they do not know.

The more I learn about my generals,
the less I respect them.

Take Vitelli. He has a fine reputation,

but I have never seen him perform
an act of bravery.

He is only good for pillaging
the defenseless

and killing the innocent from behind.

Who is he? Who are any of these men
compared to me?

None have the wit to hit me
at the right time.

Nor will they have the leisure
to repent their duplicity.

Dionigi, you have my battle plan?

Take your troops and help those cowards
with their indecision.

And I will appoint a new governor
of Faenza.

- What of de Lorqua? He is still...
- Here, yes, but leaving.

He will be leaving us soon.

The saw... and the wedge.

They are butcher's tools.

Used to slice pigs.

Please, I beg of you. Let us remove
the body for a Christian burial.

The cur is to remain in the piazza
for every citizen to see

until he is eaten by other curs.

Give him a burial!

- Shame on you!
- Get him off the square!

Attacks against the Holy Church
are increasing.

I knew the printing press was
a catastrophe

from the moment I first saw
the hellish machine.

Which was when exactly?

On the same day Giulia Farnese
almost died in the Judaeorum borgo.

Pentecost of our Lord's year 1494.

Christ! I wish I had your memory.

My memory is reminded by pen and paper.
I write everything down.

Yes, of course, in the papal ledger.

Giulia Farnese does not appear
on the official ledger.

I have been keeping my own ledger.

All of the Borgia family secrets.

Or at least the ones I witnessed.

Herr Burchard, you jest.

I am like Thomas, the doubting apostle.
I must see to believe.

Nobody has ever seen my diaries.
Nobody ever will.

I too have secrets, unshared.

And yet with you,
I feel I can open my heart.

Giuliano.

Cesare has murdered de Lorqua,

one of his last remaining loyal generals,
and yet suffers no consequences.

De Lorqua deserved to die!

We will not defeat the Borgia with lances,
but with sentences. Burchard's diaries...

Besmirching the papal family
with derogatory pamphlets

- has, in the past, failed.
- All were anonymously written.

Burchard's name bestows credibility upon
Colonna's slanders and my castigations.

The kings of Europe will call a council
to depose this mountebank of a pope.

You can count his reign in days.

Give them to Colonna for safekeeping.

He will consider such an act
a sign of trust on my part.

And he will be left holding
the incriminating evidence

if things go to shit.

- Have you read Burchard's diaries?
- Yes.

You must destroy them before Colonna
and della Rovere expose

their libelous content to the world.

I must? How?

Colonna will hold a gathering

to inaugurate
a new painting by Jacopo Palma.

- You are invited, are you not?
- Yes, but I have intention of going.

Once inside the palazzo,
locate the diaries and...

You no longer owe loyalty to the pope.

Why do you care
if these pages are circulated?

When I was loyal, I acted solely
in Rodrigo Borgia's interests.

There is much in those pages which would
ruin my standing with my new employer.

I think that what you want is to give
these diaries to your Turkish master

and cause me to fall from papal grace,
like Adam in Eden.

Burchard is a prude, whose self-
righteousness allows little leeway.

When he recounts Cesare's misdeeds,

he implicates the friends
of Cesare as well.

Remolino, Giovanni de Medici, you.

I wonder how such scandal would taint
your chances of becoming pope.

Please, be at ease, good fellows.

Astorre, may I borrow Signora Cleofe?

I am willing, if Bella Bolognese agrees
of course.

- What do you think of my friend there?
- Stolen from the citizens of Rimini.

From their tyrant.

Who is the tyrant? Did you not slaughter
most of the Malatesta?

Pandolfo Malatesta cruelly oppressed
his people.

And betrayed his word to me
after I offered benign exile.

Is that why Dorotea fled from you
and has hidden your daughter?

Because you are benign?

You have a razor tongue.

I speak with you only because
Astorre Manfredi wishes me to.

Later you will fuck me
because I wish to hear you scream.

Forgive me, Highness. I have led
our army back to Faenza in retreat.

Baglioni's troops have joined the other
villains. Their numbers were too great.

Faenza is now surrounded
by our enemies.

You will go to France. We need Louis
to send more men at once.

If you were truly an honorable man,
you would surrender.

I do not take military advice from a woman
whose bosom outweighs her brain.

When Astorre Manfredi ruled alone,

Faenza was never overrun
with such horror and doom.

Come with me.

- Cesare, what will you do?
- Tomorrow I leave for Rome.

- Rome?
- To dance at my sister's wedding.

But... what of your enemies?

In the three years you have known me,
what have you learned?

Their spies will inform them
that I left with no guard accompanying me.

Bentivoglio will argue
that now is the time to attack.

Vitelli will say that this is some ploy
of mine, a trap. Baglioni will stutter.

My trip to Rome is such a blatant folly
that they will sit on their asses for days

in fear, cudgeling their brains
to make sense of it.

Now I ask again. What have you learned
by observing me?

That leadership is strongest
when there is but one man who leads.

I love you, as everyone does.

I will leave Faenza with you.

Reports of strange practices
in the New World waft across the ocean.

There exists a people who raise a boy
to be a god.

They bow before the chosen one.

They bejewel him
in brightly colored stones.

They give him the best of what
they possess: food, palaces, women.

And after one year of adoring him,
they kill him.

They open up his chest
and remove his heart.

They chop up his body and eat his flesh.
Then they choose another boy.

- Would you accept such an agreement?
- Cesare, do not...

No matter what I do or say. No matter
how gentle or how harsh my rule,

the people of Faenza will always
compare me to you. Do you understand?

I cannot kill you
and I cannot let you live.

Tell me that you understand.
Explain my situation to me.

If you are to confound
your traitorous generals,

you must be certain that Faenza
is fully under your control.

Yes, therefore?

You cannot leave Faenza
as long as I am alive

because my subjects would demand
that I retake the throne.

And would you accept their demand?

I cannot lie to you.

I would.

And so I would be forced to retaliate,

unleashing a terrible vengeance
upon this wonderful city.

Then you must execute me.

I have eliminated many men,
but you, sweet Astorre...

I loathe the idea of causing you harm.

As a soldier, you would be willing to die
in battle.

- Yes, of course.
- So rather than by an enemy's arrow...

...you will end your own life.

Tear open your own chest,
pierce your own heart.

And I will watch and suffer with you,

but I will not touch you
until you are dead.

Then I will carry you in my arms
before your people

and read aloud your note of despair

detailing the reasons
why you have killed yourself.

You will beg them to love me
in your place.

Finally, I will bury you amongst
your ancestors in a golden tomb.

I love you, Cesare,
more than my mortality.

Yes, I die gladly, so that Faenza
and you will live.

- Beautiful.
- And this I will wear as I enter Ferrara.

Exquisite.

You are an artist, Ferrante?

A drawing for my sister Isabella,
the marchioness of Manuta.

She is desperate to know every item
you own, every style you wear.

She is jealous of our Lucrezia?

She is jealous of the moonlight,
if the beam does not shine on her.

Angela, why do you never
look me in the eye?

I hope to have a wedding of my own.
You are to be a cardinal.

One day, when you are no longer
young and sweet,

when your skin slackens and
your husband has lost his interest,

you will realize that to be my mistress...

...is better than being the wife
of any other man.

Come, let us find some Roman whores.

The d'Este boys have limited goals:

to fill their bellies
and quench their desires.

They are men despite their pedigree.

I wonder how different can Alfonso be
from his brothers

having grown to fruition
in the same orchard?

What dark deed has my fiancé performed
to gain a permanent place in my bed?

- Ah.
- Cesare.

What specter of nature
do I see before me?

Lucrezia, goddesses of charm,
creativity, beauty and fertility.

I am so relieved you are safe.

We heard that you were trapped
in Faenza, your armies surrounded.

Rumors, Mama.
I am in no danger.

Except for the joyous danger which comes
from loving my family

beyond the realm of reason.

I have ordered 13 days of spectacle.
Races, masked balls and performances.

Let us not celebrate your wedding from
a distance, for there is none between us.

My friends, I am pleased to feed your
eyes with this sumptuous feast of art,

commissioned by me,
entitled the Violante.

Please give your praise
to the perfectionist, Jacopo Palma.

Jacopo.

Titian once said: "He who improvises
can never make a perfect line of poetry,"

thus painting is the willingness...

True. True. True. True. True.

True.

True. True. True. True. True.

True...

Fake.

Sorry, Alessandro, I did not think
you would come.

Sweet Judas.

- Give those diaries to me.
- You will have to kill me.

And I am unarmed. Oh, I had forgotten.
That's how you live.

Waiting for a man to lower his defenses
and then strike the final blow.

You have always been a pompous ass.

But then again, I have always fancied
a man's ass, no matter how pompous.

Yet, you will sleep alone tonight.

Even when I sleep with someone else,
I sleep alone.

- Then go on, killer. Kill me.
- I do not need to kill you.

Guards!

These are mine.

Murder! Murder! Murder!

I like to see Alfonso d'Este, who has
waited so long to be your husband

wait a little longer.

I intend to torture him, but he will
certainly be the best of your husbands.

Will he?

Queen of my heart, with every step closer,
you are more beautiful.

Flamenco!

Will you not enter?

You should rest. Tomorrow will require
the endurance of a marathon runner.

- Is it true you no longer sleep?
- Only when I am tired. I am never tired.

When I am married and not in Rome,
will I ever see you?

You have been married.
I have been out of Rome,

and yet here we stand, face-to-face.

More honest with each other
than we have ever been.

Then I will be even more honest.

Cesare, I have long believed that you
murdered Alfonso di Calabria.

Whether I did or did not,
you have forgiven me.

Yes.

But now I fear that I had
no reason to forgive you.

That someone else committed the crime.

The man whom tomorrow I will marry.

Lucrezia, I swear, I am the guilty one.

Swear upon the love you and I share.

I do.

Alfonso d'Este is innocent.

And say again, he will make
the best of husbands.

I will sleep.

I will guard your door.

I want the murderer impaled,

and I want his putrid entrails
to leak out of his anus,

so that I can stuff them into his mouth

and see him gag on his own shit.

And I want his balls cut off and minced
and fried and fed to the dogs!

Giuliano, you seem to feel strongly
enough to interrupt us as we dress

for the wedding of our daughter.

He was more essential to me
than I thought.

We will put our best efforts on the case.

How can I be certain the investigation
will be led in a diligent manner?

Bishop Alidosi never found a place
in your heart.

We, the pope, care about justice.

You have our word.

I did not destroy
the diaries. I will rewrite our history.

Inaccurate.

Distorted, invalid, invent...

A man has been killed
fighting over my diaries.

How can I possibly redeem my soul?

Our Lord, by depriving you of your
writings, has exacted your penance.

Oh, but God did not deprive me
of my writings.

The stolen diaries were decoys
filled with false information.

I still possess the originals.

Make clear a path
for the bride and groom.

In nomine Patris, et Filii,
et Spiritus Sancti.

To fix the moment in your mind.

- I believe we've done our father proud.
- He is never satisfied.

Cesare will sit next to Lucrezia.

His sister is married.
She is my brother's wife.

She is a bride, not yet a wife. Alfonso's
dainty ass can find another chair.

- Outrageous ignoramus.
- Calm yourself.

Calm. Calm. I have been wearing calm
since we came to the infernal city.

Hold your tongue or you may wear
more red than your new robes.

I am a cardinal. You dare to threaten
a prince of the Church?

I am a real prince.

And a Borgia.

- Where is a sword?
- Please, please, please.

- The bride and groom are due to enter.
- Stand back or you die.

I'll summon the guards.

- With a bleeding lip?
- Cease this brouhaha.

The pope is about to endow us
with his presence.

- Alfonso sits there.
- Cesare sits there.

Alfonso sits next to his bride
on this side, Cesare on the other.

If we are to fight,
like only a family can,

then let us sit like one.
Side by side by side.

His Holiness Pope Alexander
the Sixth of that name.

I see that you have joined
the Turks as well.

You have planned a lovely wedding,
Vannozza.

The bride and groom, Lucrezia Borgia
and Alfonso d'Este.

To my daughter Lucrezia, who brings
beauty and rectitude to our family's name.

Now she will bring her goodness
to the House of d'Este. Salute.

Salute.

Alfonso, present your belt.

Put the belt on her before I do.

Forgive my brother's outrageous behavior.

He has you only for the next few days.

I have you for a lifetime.

I sit here thanks to you. I see that you
can follow orders, Goffredo.

Until now I have felt the pangs of being
the perennial little brother.

I have looked up to you
and yet you've looked over me.

Tonight is a night for defeating the past.

I will name you
my chief military commander.

I am honored.
But what of di Naldo?

He has lost two battles,
which is two too many.

He will return to Imola
and serve as my governor.

I hear that the situation
in Faenza grows dire.

Four of your allies now surround the city
as enemies.

Yes. The only people
I can trust are family.

Trust. Brother, I must ask.

When you were in Naples with my wife...

I am not Juan. I have never even
glanced at Sancia in lust.

Did you sear a cross into her forehead
with a burning poker?

Yes.

I will lead your army until my death.

Mama, I am sorry
I have been so distracted.

The time for me to take my leave.

- Why did you not sit with the family?
- No matter. This is your special day.

Be careful of your brother.

I fear he strangles
and thinks it an embrace.

A song for my sister.

♪ Your sweet face will always live ♪

♪ Will always live in my memory ♪

♪ Bend your eyes in pity ♪

♪ In pity to my deep sorrow ♪

♪ Since we are not free ♪

♪ We will never be ♪

♪ Since we are not free ♪

♪ We will never be ♪

Please do not tell me you are sad, Papa.

Our eyes are not wet with tears, no.

We have a cold that will not leave.

We do not cry.
This is not a day for that.

We celebrate.

Darling girl, this is your chance
for happiness, love, peace.

Then why does it not feel so?

Because you are unaccustomed
to happiness, love and peace.

Joys of life are not a given.
You must fight for them.

We have one more wedding gift for you,
our daughter.

We have made our grandson,
Rodrigo Borgia di Calabria

the duke of Sermoneta.

Both your sons are launched
on their own paths to greatness.

Thank you, Papa.

You must go. You have carriages waiting
for you and a new family to love.

You go.
And do not look back.

You do not look back because you know
that no matter what you need,

whenever you need it, I will,
alive or dead, be there for you.

Now go.

And when I call your name
do not turn to me.

Do not.

You need to go.

Lucrezia.

Lucrezia.

Lucrezia.

I will always look back.

Giovanni Sforza is living
in exile in Ferrara.

- When my sister arrives he must be gone.
- Yes. Of course. I will send word.

- Do you like the players?
- Only you would plan such magic.

I have littered our long journey north

with singers and clowns
and gypsy circuses.

- In case you grow bored.
- You are the best of brothers.

And that is all I am.
All I will ever be to you.

We each begin a new life, informed
by our old lives but invented anew.

Let us finally and forever
say goodbye to the past.

- No, I am not ready.
- I am not either.

But the future does not care.

I love you, Lucrezia.

- You must take action.
- I will handle Giovanni Sforza.

- I need you to handle me, now. Hit me.
- I would never.

Hit me and say, "my journey is mine,"
loudly as if you send an oath to heaven.

Cesare, no.

Until this moment, I did not know
if I could let her go.

Hit me or I will kiss Lucrezia
as deeply as my tongue can reach.

- And then I will fuck her and fuck her...
- My journey is mine!

Ahead!