All language subtitles for Borgia S03E11 - 1504.EN

Your bank accounts in Genoa,
Venice and Florence

have been impounded
by each government.

Can you see?

- Huh?
- Yeah.

Torn. Fetch me another shirt.

I have started legal proceedings to regain
the money, but these matters take time.

Highness, if you are anxious
about Pope Julius' intentions,

we should cancel your dinner with him.

You've barely recovered
from the malaria.

No. I can do this, but I must always
have a means to escape.

I am Cesare Borgia.

Ah!
There you are.

When I say,
do not allow anyone in,

the prefect of Rome,
gonfalonier of the Church,

the pope's dining companion
is of course excepted!

The della Rovere bravi have always been...

Cardinal Galeotto Franciotti della Rovere.
At your service.

Pope Julius awaits.

My master secretary is barred from entry?

We wish a private dinner,
just the two of us.

See? I have even banished my nephew.

Guards have ears, too.

You want the servants gone as well?

Stop the music.

We realize dining here is unorthodox.

Quite honestly, we are tempted
to even sleep on this throne.

Though...

Can you hear? It creaks.

- To us. To you.
- To Rome.

Venice reveals herself to be
your most insidious of enemies.

In the midst of a papal election,

while the Church was beheaded
and I slept in my sickbed,

the doge molested Rimini,
Pesaro and Piombino.

The Venetians do not plan to cease
their aggressions.

Uh-huh, but they did not anticipate
our alliance.

The best way to combat Venetian
advances is outright battle.

- I will lead the papal guard...
- We have reviewed the Vatican ledgers.

The treasury is dry. Rodrigo has...
wasted or hidden nearly every ducat.

There are numerous ways
for a pope to earn more.

We have renounced all forms of simony.

You still have standing armies
in Cesena, Pisa, Imola

and the numerous other duchies
under your control.

- Gather them.
- They are small, intended for defense.

My attacking army has always
been comprised of papal guardsman.

As well as the Spanish and French
mercenaries

who have since been called to fight
each other in the war over Naples.

Ergo, a military campaign by you
against Venice...

...is ill-fated.

A second option then.

You make a clear declaration,
rewarding either Louis of France

or Ferdinand of Spain
with the kingdom of Naples.

The chosen monarch will in exchange

provide fresh foreign troops
to repel Venice.

How do we choose? Suppose we side
with Spain and France wins.

All we would have accomplished is
increase the number of our adversaries.

You request the Holy Roman Emperor
to partake in your crusade.

Maximilian is too busy
having his portrait painted.

Your request is just for show.

You summon the envoys
of the padishah.

- You offer Bajazet four chests of gold.
- Have we not said there is no money?

- You will never actually give the gold.
- There is another option.

We negotiate.

Venice will relinquish control of Rimini,

Pesaro and Piombino to you.

We must simply find out
what the doge wants.

What he wants is to seize Northern Italy
and supplant papal authority.

In order to negotiate
with any real strength,

we must ally ourselves with the only
other great power in Italy: Florence.

You, me and Niccolo Machiavelli,

circling the doge with deadly eyes.

Huh. So complicated, yet so simple.

Brother, I have news.

Giulio has killed two of my guards
and freed Rainaldo from his chains.

If we were Giulio,
what would we do next?

- Eliminate those who torment us.
- Which is why we must act first.

Alfonso...

I did not come to bed last night
because I was hunting owl.

They only appear with the moon.

I am more interested in what you do
while I am awake. Giulio...

- Please do not mention his name.
- Look at her eyes.

She knows where Fra Rainaldo
is being hidden.

How could she? Unless...

Were you involved in Giulio's plot
to free Rainaldo?

- To ask such a question insults us both.
- We are busy. What do you want?

Please, Alfonso, allow me time
to reason out a solution,

so that the d'Este family will not lose
another generation to the curse of blood.

Fine.

Your Grace, you must intercede
in the vendetta between your sons.

Giulio has freed his chaplain
from imprisonment.

Now Ippolito and Alfonso will retaliate,
unless you act in a loving way.

My sons are my sons.

A point of great pride...
and great misery for me.

Long ago, I fought a bitter battle
with my half-brother's son Niccolo

for control of this duchy.

Niccolo died brutally.

A sin I regret.

Yet here I sit.

I must leave my boys free...

...to create their own regrets.

Highness, what a pleasant surprise
to see you unannounced.

Cesare Borgia,
prince of the Romagna...

Holiness, I bring tidings
from Hell below and Heaven above.

In the south, Spain has repelled an attack
by General Yves d'Alègre at Cerignola.

De Cordova lost 500 men,
the French, four times that amount.

I will be home by Christmas.

In the north, my governor,
Dionigi di Naldo,

has successfully driven back
the forces of Venice.

Imola remains your suffragan.

Your service remains invaluable.

With one hand, your cousin pushes
you off your perch,

- with the other, he feeds Cesare.
- My seat next to you is temporary.

Odd that you would know of such
events before even His Holiness does.

As gonfalonier of the Church, prefect
of Rome, prince of the Romagna,

should I not be kept apprised
of military maneuvers?

Perhaps now is the perfect time
to haggle with the Venetians.

I sent word to Giustiniani,
but was rebuked.

Then he will have to face
the wrath of God.

Bring us ambassador Giustiniani.

My brother would not be happy to learn
that his wife leads into a bordello.

Sometimes God's work
must be done in the Devil's own house.

Heavenly. I recognize the voice.
Fra Rainaldo.

I have led you to his hiding place.

Why do you trust me such knowledge,
or is this an ambush?

You have a monastery in Capri,
a monastery with an esteemed choir.

Oh. You are going to propose that Rainaldo
add his voice to my choir,

living out his days in Capri,
far away from Giulio.

In exchange I am to end the dispute.

Rainaldo causes the tension
in the d'Este family.

Remove the cause, the wound will heal.

- Giulio would never agree.
- He already has.

I will order my composer to pen an oratio.

An homage to Lucrezia of Ferrara,

who knows men better
than they know themselves.

- Mm. Giustiniani.
- Most Holy Father.

Venice rejoices that the most righteous
of men sits in Saint Peter's chair.

The doge is fraught with remorse

for delaying to send his commendation
directly to you.

Do not worry. At Imola, God showed
the world with blood-stained swords,

that He loves His pope.

I did not realize that Cesare Borgia
would be present at this meeting.

Ambassador, let us speak of Venice's
intentions and of our future together.

Venice's expansion has nothing to do
with the bishop of Rome.

You stampede through our Papal States.

Venice sees no difference between
her actions and Il Valentino's...

We see a sizable difference.

The prince conquers in the name
of God's blessed Church.

You conquer in the lust
of economic gain.

A matter of semantics.

No. We decide who is right,
and we say Venice is in the wrong.

You are dismissed.

Exeunt.

I want your banks to release
my ducats, at once.

Antonio, would you walk with us?

- I will miss you, good friend.
- My every song will be sung for you.

Your wife is to be cherished, Alfonso.
Never forget that.

I will not. She is beauteous, wise.

This has been a difficult year for you.

Difficult years are what make us
worthy of the prosperous ones.

I have in recent times tried

to compensate...

...for my sins.

Fasting, collecting nuns,
building convents.

But I have...
I have not compensated you.

And for that...

...I am...

Father!

In taking Giustiniani aside,
you undermined me.

No. We thought the ambassador
might be more receptive to negotiation

if granted a private audience.

But the doge remains belligerent.

Then this is the moment to strike.
Our papal forces are currently reduced,

but I have won victories
with as few as 10 men.

Unleash me. I will defend your throne
and vanquish Venice.

We trust in you.

Verbum incarnatum. His Holiness,
Pope Julius, the second of that name...

Enough, Burchard.
Our business is too urgent.

We send our gonfalonier to Ostia.

We assign him full command
of our papal navy,

which will transport him to Genoa.

From there, he will launch a dazzling
force against the enemies of Christ

and be triumphant.

Five papal ships will dock
tomorrow, to accommodate us to Genoa.

Ships for which I paid and christened
seven years ago.

I look forward to watching Ostia
and Rome glide away.

The salt air already extracts
the worm burrowing in my brain.

Tonight we reside
at della Rovere's seaside palazzo.

Goffredo, within the next hour,

present me with three,
no, five potential strategies

- to reconquer Rimini.
- Five? Cesare, I...

We must devastate the occupying Venetians
quickly and completely.

I need to show Julius that he has made
no mistake in trusting me.

I act like a young lass
wooing a potential husband.

Exhilarated when I have his favor,
desolate when I fear I am losing it.

All I truly need are French troops
and francs. The word from Naples?

Louis prepares for a siege on Gaeta.

Shit. What is he thinking?
A siege takes too long.

His troops will be inaccessible to me
for months, if not longer.

And weary. Or dead.

Pope Alexander's love was unconditional.

Kyrie eleison.

Christe eleison.

Kyrie eleison.

He hated the rain.

All hail the new duke of Ferrara,
Alfonso the First.

But you voted for della Rovere
on the promise

that you would be vice chancellor.
He signed a contract.

Which he burned before my own eyes.

By appointing his own nephew,
Julius duped me, Riario-Sansoni

and the many other cardinals
to whom he offered vice chancellor.

How is it that Cesare,
Cesare, Rodrigo's own son,

has managed to curry favor
with his father's enemy, yet you cannot?

Cesare is a military genius
who lives a charmed life.

My sole weapon is your pussy.

Perhaps we could use
the Marecchia River to our advantage.

- Agapito?
- Messages from Faenza and Rome.

Faenza?

- What of Faenza?
- The city has fallen to Venice.

- From Rome?
- Pope Julius believes

- you should surrender Forli.
- Surrender? Surrender Forli?

What is he... To whom? Venice?
Why would I surrender Forli?

To appease the Venetians
and diminish their aggression.

Their aggressions would be diminished

solely because they have
one less territory to annex.

What was the point of my coming
to Ostia, the papal navy?

I thought della Rovere was as towering
as a mountain, but he is a pebble.

Cesare, the navy
will not be docking tomorrow.

The papal troops here in Ostia
have been called back to Rome.

They have already left.

Halt!

The first man I ever killed
was a Colonna bravi who attacked me.

I stabbed him in the gut
and his blood poured on me.

I felt nothing.

No, as he died, I felt alive.

I strangled a strega,
crushing her windpipe between my fingers,

because she reneged
on a promise she made.

Cardinal Briconnet's rapist son
was the next to die at my hand.

Then at least three French troops
met my blade

and I don't know how many died
in the munitions fire I set.

I ordered a man dismembered,
while he wasted away in a dungeon.

I whipped a lady-in-waiting to death

for a crime no worse
than being enamored of me.

I pierced my sister's lover through
his heart in front of the consistory.

The monks Savonarola and Domenico
I hanged and burned.

Cardinal Zeno feasted upon my poison.

My dogs tore out the heart of an actor
who dared insult my pride.

Caterina Sforza's bravi,
Simon d'Auxerre,

Guglielmo Farnese and his mutinous
cardinals, Galeazzo Sforza,

Achille Tiberti, Bernardo Grammante,
Alfonso di Calabria,

Tommaso Albanese, Annibale,
Piero and Vincenzo and Pandolfo Malatesta,

Ramiro de Lorqua, Astorre Manfredi,

the dukes Vitelli, Bentivoglio, Baglioni,
Fabrizio Giglioli,

the entire population of Capua,
all rot dead because of me!

Do you actually think
that you will escape?

Do you think my memory so short,
my capacity to forgive so large?

No!

You will follow me into victory

or your name will be added to my list.

A death too horrible to imagine.

- Turn!
- Turn!

Turn!

Forward!

Forward!

- Madonna Giulia Farnese.
- Giulia Migliorati.

La Bella of the Borgia.

Our nephew is still learning
whom to accept into our presence.

She holds an interesting proposition.

My daughter Laura would make an
excellent bride for your nephew Niccolo.

You desire your young brother
to marry a Borgia?

Not a Borgia.

Laura's true father is my dear deceased
husband Orsino Migliorati

- of the House of Orsini.
- But Rodrigo...

Never officially acknowledged her.
Why? He knew the truth.

There is no Borgia in her blood.

- He loved the girl?
- Yes.

And so if he knew
she was betrothed to your nephew...

...he would die a second death.

We should kiss your ring.

Let the wedding bells chime.

Now, perhaps, we could talk
about the future of my brother.

Cesare, are you certain? A forced march?

Yes, we'll march north through the night
and arrive in Pesaro in three days.

- Pesaro?
- Yes. We must attack Pesaro.

- But before you said Rimini.
- Rimini, yes. No, Pesaro.

The pope has threatened our troops
with excommunication

if they do not return to Rome at once.

Yet another reason to move
with the velocity of lightning.

He summons you back to Rome as well.

Before the attack, we will hire scribes
to pen hundreds of notes,

saying that our fight is
with the Venetians,

and so the populace of Rimini
should rise up against their occupiers.

- Rimini or Pesaro?
- Rimini. Stop saying Pesaro.

We will load our catapults
with the papers and...

...flood the air over the city.

Venice can be beaten,
no matter our numbers,

but victory will come through guile.

- Then, father will see...
- Father?

I mean Julius. The Pope.

Cesare, are you certain that you are...?
Do you feel capa...?

Perhaps I ought to lead our forces
against Venice.

You should remain stationed here,
close to Rome.

Ready to announce
your triumph to the pope.

Yes. Yes, you are right.

But, Goffredo, be honest, as if our lives
depended upon it, for they do.

Are you certain
you can rout the Venetians?

I am a Borgia, am I not?

I will ask the wardrobe master to cancel
the crimson cloak I ordered

for Alfonso's ducal elevation.
How much would that spare?

- One hundred and forty ducats.
- Not enough.

Cesare needs money for armaments
and mercenaries.

I understand the urgency,
gracious lady.

Nonetheless, the citizens of Ferrara
expect their duke and duchess

to exude elegance and style.

My brother's life
is more important to me than a frock.

As duke, Alfonso controls the treasury.
I could ask him for a greater allowance.

Ten thousand ducats is already
a substantial sum.

Then my staff. I can survive
with less than 12 ladies-in-waiting.

Those girls need to be in your court.

Here they learn the essentials
for women of standing.

- How else will they marry?
- You're right. I should not punish them.

Still, I cannot ignore Cesare's dilemma.

I will convince Isabella to take
my handmaidens into her service,

so that they will have a proper court,
and I will have money for my brother.

May I?

When I was little, I used to come here
to hide from Papa.

Papa still roams these halls.

I have also lost my father.
A god who walked among us.

But now, he is merely a story
I tell my children.

A story which they will never
truly understand.

For you. Your mother's necklace.

Gifted to her by your father
on their wedding day.

Lucrezia, I appreciate your gesture
and your company,

but this necklace
belongs here with you, in Ferrara.

I have enough treasures.

You are pregnant?
Why has no one told me?

You are the first to hear.
Not even Alfonso knows.

This is a sign.

Papa has reached
the Heavenly Gates.

- Do not cry.
- I am overjoyed.

Isabella, I have a request.
My brother Cesare is in need of funds.

Yes, anything.
Now we must go see the doctor.

- Your health is paramount.
- I am fine.

Alfonso is yet without an heir
and has lost too many babies.

If you want to do
what is best for Ferrara,

then leave yourself completely in my care.

Surrender, Borgia!

In the name of Pope Julius the Second,
we demand you surrender!

- Agapito?
- Yes. Please, open the door.

Why that tone? What has happened?

Word from the battlefield, from Tuscany.

Tuscany? No. Rimini. Pesaro.

Tuscany. Your brother was ambushed
by the Florentines en route.

Your army has been destroyed.

A treaty has been struck by the doge,
the signory and the pope.

Of course.

Where is Goffredo?

Captured.

- I should have led my own men.
- Highness,

you have demonstrated
on numerous occasions

that conflicts are won as much
through communication as violence.

You cannot battle Venice
and Florence and Rome.

You must make peace
with one of them.

I will send a missive to Julius,
reaffirming your allegiance

- and pledging to proceed...
- And be betrayed again?

Send word to King Louis. He has forgotten
how good a strategist I am.

Once I remind him,
he will pledge his troops to me.

The war in Naples will prevent France...

I have been studying my maps.

Louis should abandon his camp near Suio.

Yes, the Garigliano River provides
a natural defense,

but he has remained stationary
for too long.

He cannot allow the Spaniards
to settle in to the terrain.

De Cordova must be kept on his feet,
or else he will surprise the French.

I will lay out, step-by-step,
what Louis should do,

and you will convey my words exactly.

Do not lose hope, Agapito.
I will yet succeed.

All of the Spaniards and other cardinals
loyal to Borgia have fled.

- Yet here you remain, Alessandro.
- I am loyal only to Holy Mother Church.

Verbum incarnatum. His Holiness,
Pope Julius the second of that name,

calls to order a meeting
of the consistory,

on this 20th day of May,
in the year of our Lord 1504.

By order of the supreme pontiff,
Julius the Second...

The Romagna is hereby ruled
by His Holiness' governor,

Bishop Gaspare Sighigelli.

- No!
- Previous appointments are declared void.

Any persons claiming otherwise
will be prosecuted and excommunicated.

- Here, in Imola we already have a leader!
- Yes, his name is Gaspare Sighigelli.

- His name is Cesare Borgia.
- No, let me read again.

By order of the supreme court...

No. No!

No. I am a prince of the Church.

Your actions here today
will forever be remembered by God!

If you kill me, the Gates of Heaven
will not open for you!

The ground will swallow your bodies whole!

- You tighten the rope.
- No, not me.

Fine. Hell has saved you.

Greetings, Vannozza.

You swore an oath, Giuliano.

You look so haggard.

We can no longer even picture
the beauty of your youth,

when you were called La Rosa.

You promised
that you would protect Cesare.

You swore that by lying to him,
I was rescuing him.

Where is your oath now?

In the tomb with Rodrigo.

You should not have rejected me
so long ago.

You may claim Rodrigo's property,
his title, his son.

But you will never be him.

You will always be the one
who came after Borgia.

I am happy to go.

Halt!

Terra Nuova?

Strip her.

Let us see what the Catalan fucked.

Throw La Rosa into the street.
At least there she can make a living.

Confiscate her villa and her vineyards.

Lord knows Cesare will not be able
to help her.

Sweet, sweet and loving Jesus,
absolve me.

Absolve me of my sins.
Absolve Cesare.

But first, reach down Your Hand

and crush della Rovere
like the vermin he is.

Crush him, crush him, crush him.

Please, please, please...

Sweet wife, how do you feel?

I am well, except for my concern
about Cesare and Goffredo.

Here is chicken in a vinegar
of freshly plucked wild grapes.

- Isabella chose each grape herself.
- And a single glass of diluted wine.

An expectant woman should not be subject
to direct sunlight. Nor be on your feet.

You cannot have picked
a more inappropriate time

to place your handmaidens
under my patronage.

I am barely two, three months pregnant,
and Cesare needs money.

I will find the ducats for Cesare.
Banish worrying, focus only on the birth.

My sister has already borne
four healthy children.

She knows the ways
of nutrition and of nature.

- But I have two healthy children.
- Lucrezia, please. I'm so excited for us.

Suffer this and we will be rewarded
with a lifetime of happiness.

I cannot be happy
until I know that Cesare is.

Your mother has been driven
from her home.

- Where is she?
- No one knows.

You will go to Rome and find her.

I should not leave your side
at this perilous moment.

You have been a good secretary,

a better counselor,
and the best of friends.

If my end is near, I do not wish
for you to die as well,

or witness my final defeat.

You will serve me
if you find my mother.

Go to Umbria and live in peace.

Now, before you depart,
is there any other sad news?

Yes. Your sister worries
about her pregnancy and you.

Also, the war over Naples is finished.

Louis ignored your advice.

As you predicted, General de Cordova
surprised the French.

By what feat could France be surprised,

let alone bested
by the smaller Spanish army?

Malaria overran the French camp,

and a storm proved the perfect cover
for de Cordova.

General de Cordova constructed
a makeshift bridge,

and his troops crossed the Garigliano
River, shielded by the night rain.

The French infantry, Gascon mercenaries,
Orsini bravi were, to a man, cut down

before they could lower their visors.

- Where is King Louis?
- In retreat.

Louis d'Orléans asks for peace.

The kingdom of Naples is once again
under the House of Aragon.

I will convince Louis to retreat
from his retreat.

Boundaries,
they're such a funny thing.

We define them.
"That is your land. This is my wife.

Do not talk to me in that way."

And then, when we perceive them crossed:

"You build on my property,
you fuck my wife, you dare yell."

We fight tooth and claw
because... Why?

Highness, your army is more than superior
to defeat the Spanish...

When we define boundaries, we expose
the outlines of our souls to others.

We give strangers power by letting
them know exactly where to strike us.

But I will say, in many ways,
this whole Naples business is

a victory for Christians everywhere.

Now, Ferdinand and I can get down
to the details of the treaty.

Who gets what, when? Bargaining
and legalities, that is where I thrive.

I will define Milan as mine in writing.
Our royal families will unite in marriage.

Being trounced is a blessing, really.

Highness, the Papal States,
all of them can be yours.

The last time I commanded
your army, you took Naples.

Whilst we are still within Italy,
we must strike the Romagna.

My friend, you are on edge.
Come to Lyon.

Visit Valentinois,
your wife, your daughter.

Take off your armor, Cesare.
The metal weighs you down.

This is not my armor. This is my skin.

- Mon frère, where do you go?
- Ferrara.

You are safe.

Of course I am.

- Why are you here?
- A present for a pregnant sister.

A birthing bowl,
depicting the birth of Venus.

How wonderful.

The artisans use a glaze of tin
to make it shine.

If only you could be here every day
for the next six months.

Gracious lady, here are the leeches
for your bloodletting.

Isabella insists that depleting my
blood will strengthen my pregnancy.

- But I hate leeches.
- I ask you...

In whom or what can we place our faith?

My marriage seemed to involve
something other than faith.

Truly think on the answer.

Do not recite a lesson
some silly priest once said.

We are born filled with the capacity
to trust in something else.

Something...
I was going to say greater, but...

Perhaps that which controls us
is not great.

Perhaps God is something smaller
or lesser than we are.

Perhaps faith is not innate, but learned.

What if the silly priest does
not only teach us the answer,

but also the question?

Can a priest teach an emotion?

When I gaze at you, my heart swells.

As long as you exist, I know
that there is something other than me.

- What do you see when you see me?
- My brother.

Is that faith? That what you see
and what you believe

is not only the same, but is also true?

If I believe that our father is alive,
is he alive?

If I believe Giuliano della Rovere
is dead, is he dead?

- For you, yes.
- Well, this is where we differ.

One of these men is definitely alive,
and one is definitely dead.

Over time I have placed my faith
in God alone,

in the Church, in Fortuna,
in astrology, in myself, in you.

- None seem to last.
- I love you and live to see you happy.

- Do you not know that?
- I'm not accusing you of anything.

- You must consume your own life.
- You misunderstand. You scare me.

I do not mean to hurt you.

I'm sorry, Lucrezia, if I scare you.

I mean that I fear for your life.

I sometimes think...
that you do not realize you are alive.

I am very much alive.

Then stop being so fickle with your life.

You throw your soul to the wind
like a rock,

as if the stone will grow wings and fly.

So you would have me, what?
Surrender?

- Della Rovere reaches you as well.
- No.

When I learned of Papa's death,

I realized, given the pattern
of our lives,

one day...
I will also learn of your death.

Why not make that many years hence,
when we are both gray?

Lucrezia, I am here now.

- Why think of any other moment?
- You are never here, Cesare.

You have been cut in thousands
and spread across the sea of time.

At each encounter we have,

I bid and greet farewell
to a new part of you, never all of you.

Stop. Do you think I am unaware
of the danger around me?

Do you think I truly want to die?

You ask me about faith.

For me, faith is something to be given.

Cesare, even while bedridden,
with the help of Alfonso,

I have raised 100,000 ducats
for your military campaign.

Lucrezia...

Lucrezia.

Lucrezia!

You are my priest, my prophet.

You elevate my being.
You enliven my mind.

Faith must never harden.

Faith must flow and rise
and fall and change.

In that I can trust.

I must go.

I must stay.

Does time exist
when the two of us are together?

Promise me
that you will surprise me again.

Have faith.

For nearly two centuries, you Swiss
have defended the cause of liberty,

besting the Habsburgs at Morgarten,
and Laupen, and...

You confuse our purpose.
We are not here to gain glory.

No. You are paid mercenaries.
You come for the bounty.

And the bounty will be mammoth.
One hundred thousand ducats.

Highness, you must come at once.
Venetians. Thousands of them.

Cesare Borgia, surrender!

- I know not how.
- You are outnumbered.

We have seized your provisions.

Resist us and you will die.

There lies the difference between us
and the reason I know that I will live.

To you death is something to be feared.

To me death is the ultimate challenge,
the final victory.

But alas, I am not yet worthy of death.
What is your name?

Giovanni Battista Caracciolo.
My wife is Dorotea Malatesta.

I am sorry the birth of my daughter
stretched out your wife's vagina.

Men of Switzerland. Whatever
the Catalan dog has offered you,

Venice will double.

He will give us 200,000 ducats.

- I will double that.
- Let us see this coin.

I do not have the money at present,
but I will within days.

I arrest you in the name of His Holiness,
Pope Julius the Second.

- No. No, not my sword.
- He sends a message:

Let your children be waifs and beggars.

No. No...

Let them be driven from the ruins
of their homes.

You woke this morning
thinking yourself an emperor.

Tonight you will sleep in chains.

Franciotti, please, unchain his feet.

Cesare, did they not feed you?

Did they make you walk barefoot
the entire route?

We gave explicit instructions
that you were to be treated

as your station demands.

A prince.

Please, leave us.

I can feed him.

You remember when you fed
that merchant of Milan?

Are you my father?

No.

So that was a lie.
You were never my father.

Why did I think that you...

Your needs outweighed your intuition.

- My whole life.
- That is why you have failed.

No. No, you are wrong.

I wanted to raise our family
to the heavens.

Sleep with me, and I will set you free.

I no longer sleep with whores.

Franciotti!

- Take him.
- Yes, take him.

There is in God
a deep but dazzling darkness.