All language subtitles for Borgia - 1x06 - Legitimacy-eng(1)

Borgia, 14.

I am the Pope!

As Pope Alexander VI,
he plans to reform
the church.

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

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

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

Does this please you?

Yes, of course.
This is my dream.

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

Marcantonio Colonna
spoke of a plot
to dethrone the Pope.

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

I will be Vice Chancellor.

Your niece, Lucrezia,
will marry my cousin,
Giovanni, to bind us in blood.

Lady Giulia stays in Rome.

Unless, Adriana, you no longer
need her assistance.

Mother.

But I do. Giulia is
an enormous help running
such a big household.

And sometimes the
Pope's own family

becomes the most
dangerous threat of all.

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

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

I choose to burn
in my own hell.

Your ears do not
deceive you, Holy Father,
respected Eminences.

A new world.

The visionary navigator
and explorer,
Cristoforo Colombo,

financed by their
most Catholic Majesties,

King Ferdinand
and Queen Isabella

has discovered a new,
immeasurable landmass

rich with gold, silver, pearls.

Populated by feral natives.

King Ferdinand
hopes Your Holiness
will confer

papal legitimacy

upon Spain's claims
to sovereignty.

Need I remind Cardinal Da Costa

that Portugal rejected
the proposed expedition
not once, but twice?

As did your masters.

Cristoforo Colombo
is nothing but
a cheese dealer.

Ambassador De Haro,

there is not only
the King of Portugal
to consider, but...

all the monarchs of Europe.

Yes. If we,
with our Spanish blood,
favor the cause of Spain,

what do we gain, except...

...wide spread hostility.

Remain here, Vice Chancellor.

In exchange for
granting Spain's
claim for legitimacy,

King Ferdinand
offers the marriage
of Juan Borgia

to Maria Enriques de Luna.

Coupled with the King's niece,

Juan's dukedom
of Gandia will
be augmented

by the Marquisate
of Denia,
in Valencia

and a Lordship
in the Kingdom
of Granada.

Dawn of a dynasty.

What troubles you, Holiness?

Legitimacy.

We hate that word.

Spain's claim to the New World?

And Juan's
to the throne
of Spain

should this marriage put him
or his offspring in the line
of succession.

Queen Isabella
will hold his
illegitimacy against us.

She has already
once rejected
their betrothal.

Fortunately,
King Ferdinand
will not,

if you give him what he craves.

As Pope, we must
devise a way
to decide

fairly between
Spain and Portugal.

Or at least, seem
to decide fairly.

Compass.

Compromise.

Lord, make us
an instrument of your peace.

We say
the compass
shall decide.

All territories west
of the line are
hereby deeded to Spain.

All those eastward
belong to Portugal.

We await reports
of conversions
innumerable.

Stop.

How are you, cardinal?

I'm not a cardinal quite yet.

And in the Vatican,
not quite yet
means maybe never.

What are you doing here?

I have news.
della Rovere conspires
with the Orsini,

the Colonna
and Naples
to attack Rome.

With the mass of
desertions from
the Papal Guard

because of Juan's incompetence.

Pope Alexander is in danger.

Arriving without being
summoned? You are the one
who's in danger.

I am not afraid.

I have already died.

My son, Alessandro.

They brought my son,

his remains.

And I tried to kill myself.

Because I stopped
believing in God.

But when one dies,
one is born anew.

I grieve your son's death,

but I celebrate
your life and
revived faith.

But will the Pope?

Where is he?

A meeting of the consistory.

Then I must remain
invisible until I can
speak with him alone.

You never saw me.

An apparition,

nothing more.

Hello, Giulia.

Out for a breather
from the Papal
fuck-chamber?

I knew I smelled
something putrid.

Is that any way
to greet your
loving husband?

Leave, or I will
call the guards.

When the
army of Naples
reaches Rome,

those guards
will once again be
serving my uncle,

Virginio.

You forget your place, whore.

I do not care if you
are sucking the cock
of Saint Peter himself.

Such brave words
from the cuckold.

For now, that old man
may be burrowing
your well-worn field,

but it is still my land.

I was here before he came,

and I shall be here long after.

That is the last time
that you will ever
lay hands upon me.

Do so again and I will
cut off your balls
and feed them to the dogs.

Lady Adriana!

I tried to restrain him,
but your son, he's drunk.

He says that
tonight he will raid
His Holiness' bedchamber

and drag Giulia from it.

Oh, my Lord.

That should buy us time.

Are you insane?

The insane

have life easy.

They can ignore the Pope.

Stop.

We cannot.

Yes, we can, we should.

We must, we are married.

I cannot disobey
the Holy Father.

Because you fear his wrath?

Because I treasure his love.

You say that you love me.

I do.

Then we must.

Not.

We cannot make love,

but we can dance.

I am in the mood to dance.

And I will not be denied.

Enough.

You, liar, out.

But we were simply dancing.

Dancing?

His hands on your
back, his fingers
on your backside.

His chest pressed
against your breasts.

That is behavior
I would expect
from the harlot Giulia,

not the niece of a pope.

Cousin Adriana,
I do not understand.

You pushed me
towards this marriage.

Close your mouth.

His Holiness has
charged me to
keep you chaste,

and chaste as
the Virgin Mother
you shall be,

until he says otherwise.

Juan?

Close the door.

I have come with news.

Behind us,
where we can see you.

And we knew
you were coming
well before you

stepped a toe into Rome.

Your Papacy is in grave danger.

Reason enough for me to come...

Do you think we are unaware?

That we know not
which of our cardinals
is the first Judas?

That we know not

how many are
gathered together,
at this very moment

plotting the
overthrow of
our Papacy.

Let me help you, Father.

We are the
Holy Father,
Bishop.

And even if our gut
instincts did not
warn us of the danger,

you know what else
convinces us that
we're in trouble?

A member of
our own family
refuses to obey.

Backstabbing cardinals
we can abide,

but disrespectful
nephews we cannot.

I am sorry,
I was only
trying to...

To help, yes.

But we do not want your help.

We want your loyalty.

Now be gone.

And go where?
Back to Spoleto?

No, your mother's villa.

Do not so
much as leave
the grounds.

And what shall I do there?

Wait.

As we learned to wait

37 years for the day
of our election.

Can you
drink from
the same cup?

You will
leave for Spain at once

to marry Maria
Enriques de Luna.

You will impregnate her.

You will graft the
Borgia family onto
the House of Spain.

Queen Isabella will have
her moral telescope
trained on you.

So act as the apple.

Shiny, simple and pure.

Good behavior
brings good rewards.

Aye, then to Spain I go.

We need Ferdinand's
support to keep
Naples at bay

and our throne in place.

Oh, get out of the way.

You are no longer
announced, Cardinal Sforza?
You simply barge in?

When urgent
matters are at hand,
Your Grace.

If you'll excuse us.
He stays.

It is della Rovere.

How goes the conspiracy?

Prince Alfonso has
sailed to Ostia leading
the Neapolitan navy.

Ostia and Porto
are now sealed off
by della Rovere.

Leaving the Eternal City
unable to import any goods.

We will starve, Holiness.

Therefore, I have taken
the liberty of summoning
the members of the consistory.

If Naples attacks Rome
and deposes Pope Alexander,

the French are
certain to invade Italy.

Then Mantua, Ferrara,
Venice, Siena,
all of your masters

will be overthrown.

And your proposal, Holiness?

A mutual defense.

A coalition of
city-states,

a Holy League
working together as one.

Against Naples,
the Orsini, the Colonna,
della Rovere

in the name of
Jesus Christ,
our savior.

So, who is with us?

Die, infidel!

Goffredo, not in the house.

Yes, Mama.

Why won't you
tell me the truth
about my father?

Whether or
not you are
Rodrigo's son,

he loves you
and wants what
is best for you.

Stop.

I am worth about as much
to His Holiness

as these pits are to olive oil.

Rodrigo is a complex man.

He thinks and feels too deeply.

And as a result, am I to be
forever denied my real
place in this world?

Any true sense of self?

Cesare, what is wrong?

The things I've done.

What have you done, my son?

No.

No.

Bring me parchment and ink.

His Highness,
Alfonso d'Aragona.

And how is Naples,
Prince Alfonso?

In a mood to fight.

I hear your nephew Juan is
engaged to marry the
niece of King Ferdinand.

We are most pleased.

We are most disappointed.

My father had hoped that
my daughter, Sancia, would be
betrothed to the young duke.

Ah, well, there are other men.

But few Borgia.

Which is why I have
come to offer Sancia
as a bride for Cesare.

What think you, young Farnese?

I worry that King
Ferrante's motive is
less than familial.

Perhaps he has heard
of the League

which you have formed
between Mantua, Siena,
Ferrara, Venice and Milan.

Truth be told, Holiness.

My father is old.
He will die
one day soon.

And you want the crown
of Naples to sit securely
on your own head.

Your thoughts?

King Charles of France
claims Naples as his own

despite the fact that
your family overthrew
his cousins

28 years ago.

He wants revenge.
Yes.

Now that we are Pope,

we must decide who God
deems worthy to rule
the Neapolitan faithful.

Therefore,
we assume,
Highness,

that your
father's offer
of marriage

is an exchange for our
agreement not to invest
Charles with the crown.

Sancia brings a handsome dowry,

the fertile fields
of Squillace.

As well as the
burden of illegitimacy.

Does not
Cesare carry
the same burden?

Cesare's birth
certificate carries
the seal of Pope Sixtus.

Cesare is the son
of Domenico d'Arignano.

Do you dismiss
a papal edict
so lightly?

We warn you,

as a living Pope,
we are bound
by our oath

to defend
the rulings of
our predecessor.

Do not think your
princely robes
will spare you.

Holiness,

I apologize.

And do you apologize

for meeting in
Ostia with the
church's enemies?

I will admit
to conversations
with della Rovere

regarding the future
of Italy, but...

But, after reflection,
my father,

whose love for you
knows no border,

has decided that
he would rather
support you.

If you would only
give him a sign
of friendship.

When have we not been friendly?

When you named Sforza of Milan

as Vice Chancellor.

We will consider your
father's request regarding
Sancia's marriage.

Until we meet again.

One would never know
how desperate you are
to win Naples to your side.

We must make
Alfonso think he
has convinced us.

Make him work for our approval.

That is the only
way to break
della Rovere's cabal.

But to release Cesare
from his vows...

No, we could never do that.

We worship a messiah

whose parentage was dubious.

Whose pregnant mother
would have been
stoned to death had

Joseph not
taken her as a bride.

Look at him on that cross.

Broken.

Defeated.

Why do we not

decorate our churches
with the risen Christ?

Why is his suffering
more tangible
to us than his

resurrection?

Escaped from
your cage,
monster?

I would rather
be trapped in my
mother's villa

with an uncle who is
Supreme Pontiff

than free to wander
with an uncle who is
no longer Prefect of Rome.

That is another insult
for which you Borgia will
be held accountable.

My uncle Fabrizio
will one day soon be
Prefect again, when Naples...

Marcantonio,

answer me this.

Have you learned
to jerk off with
only four fingers,

or do your uncles hold
your prick for you?

You are bold,

asking to see the
Pope after disobeying
our commands.

Bringing Lucrezia
back to Rome
without our permission.

You were not yet
Pope when those
commands were received.

And they saved our
daughter's life,
Rodrigo.

Do I call you Holiness?

You cannot need money.

Your groves,
vineyards and
taverns thrive.

This is not about what I need.

But our children.

At least our younger sons,

Cesare and Goffredo.

Whom you seem quite happy
to give the short end
of a very long stick.

What we do
with Cesare is
our business.

He must be a priest
and a cardinal.

Then make him one.

We have. In petto.

No one must know, not
even Cesare,

until we reveal
the appointment.

When the moment suits us.

Oh, you are cruel.

We are a man of the times.

Swear that you will
not tell him.

I swear.

Then we are finished.
No.

Goffredo.

You know where we stand.

Oh, what is this?

You were the one
who forced me to marry.

You were the one
who turned me out.

Nine months
before Goffredo
was born.

Nine months, not 10.

We want to believe you.

Oh, you always have.

Oh, you know
me better than
any man on Earth.

And I you.

I miss you.

Vannozza...

Hmm, that most of all,

the way you say my name.

We have a thought

for Goffredo.

And I have one for Cesare.

We imagine you do.

But we warn you,
the price will be steep.

You must have
no further contact
with Lucrezia.

Is this Adriana's doing?

No matter.

Do you agree?

Tell Cesare who you are.

Just once,

in private.

He would die for you, Rodrigo,

but he needs to die your son.

While there is little we
can do about Cesare's
chosen path in life,

we would be
remiss to send you
back to Naples

without a Borgia groom.

Excellent.
Who do you
have in mind?

Goffredo, our youngest nephew.

Your...

I was not aware...

We do, we do.

He's our nephew.

Ah, well, Goffredo is a

child.

Not yet pubescent.

Do not underestimate
the precocity of a Borgia,

especially in matters of sex.

He is 11.

And Sancia is what?
Twelve?

Fourteen.
Hmm.

He will keep her
young in old age.

Prince Alfonso,

I had heard whispers
that you were
in the Vatican.

As Vice Chancellor,
I would have thought

that I would be
privy to all such
diplomatic events.

Oh, well...

Perhaps the wind
blows south for
only a short time.

Or perhaps one should
be more careful
of what one says.

I guess Milan
demands all the
Borgia for themselves.

I will submit
your proposal
to King Ferrante.

Be swift.

We wager that
when we next
see Sforza,

he will remind us that
King Charles of France
also has a niece.

Of marriageable age.

Your Holiness,

word from Juan in Spain.

The Marquisate of
Denia and the Lordship of
Granada are being withheld.

Already they deny him.

And in denying him,
they deny us.

Rodrigo or Alexander,
it matters not.

It is the Borgia name

that cardinals
and kings alike
try to extinguish.

Not all the cardinals.
The Orsini have requested
an audience.

After conspiring in Ostia
with della Rovere, why do the
Orsini suddenly want to meet?

They see we are
about to secure
peace with Naples.

They fear retribution.

Shall I decline?

To the contrary.

Make our meeting a dinner.

In wine there is truth.

In much wine, opportunity.

One by one we pull
the seams from
della Rovere's treasons.

We shall show
that Genoan fishmonger.

We shall show them all.

And I do not mean the papal we.

I mean the House of Borgia.

So, why do the Orsini

wish to meet with the Pope?

We are here about
our disagreement
over the papal properties

which we are
legitimately purchasing
from Franceschetto Cibo.

Of course.

Let Rota, as well
as the fortresses
of Cerveteri,

Monterano and Viano

now belong to
the Orsini family.

Your Holiness...

On two slight conditions.

First, you pay us
the 40,000 ducats
promised to Cybo.

Second, these lands revert
to papal control

upon the death

of Virginio.

Agreed.

Oh, yes.

One more item.

Virginio is to be reinstated

as Captain General
of the Papal Guard.

Since Juan is
currently in Spain
doing God's work,

we shall appoint you,
Virginio, as Prefect of Rome.

That way,
only the Colonna
are insulted.

Curiosity is a
powerful sensation,
is it not?

Let us be honest,

you were not
invited so we
could gossip

like giddy sisters.

But because we are
each tied, intimately,

to the Borgia family.

As such, we have
a mutual problem.

Adriana de Mila.

What makes you
think Adriana is
of concern to me?

I am above her.

I said, "Let us be honest."

Your husband has
returned to Rome.

His mother's
position allows
him to slink about

the Apostolic Palace.

As goes Adriana,
so goes Monoculus.

And your anger at Adriana?

I have lost my daughter.

My only daughter,

taken away from me.

Adriana is responsible.

She treats Lucrezia
like a damaged child.

Lucrezia needs to mature,

to evolve,

to become a strong woman.

Like me.

Like you.

Hmm. And because I reside
in the Apostolic Palace,
you want me to...

Get rid of Adriana.

Whether she is
shipped to Spain or
drowned in the Tiber,

I care not.

And as I said, as...

As goes Adriana,
so goes Monoculus.

Mmm-hmm.

There.

And now...

What is that?

Lye and lemon juice
to rinse your hair.

Tomorrow you will
lay out in the sun

to give your locks
a golden hue.

Lay down.

It burns.

This is what all
the noblewomen of
Paris are doing, Lucrezia.

I don't feel like a noblewoman,

I feel more like a prisoner.

Both of us are barred
by papal decree

from sleeping
with the man we love.

Yet tonight I shall
be satisfied.

Do not be cruel.

That is not my intention.

I simply mean your
uncle must make
pronouncements in public,

but those are
not necessarily his
true feelings.

I see that, you see that.

Adriana does not.

Stop, please stop.

It burns too much.

Lucrezia, others will
always give you pain.

You must seize pleasure.

Shut your lying mouth!

Alessandro?

In the name of God, no.

Stay there.

If you say
another word
against my sister...

I shall not be
treated in this
manner. I am an Orsini.

And a Borgia.

Giulia, run.

Go!

Giulia.

Rodrigo!

Rodrigo!

Rodrigo!

My father agrees
to your proposal,

Goffredo will marry Sancia.

But, His Majesty
has one demand.

Rodrigo!

Rodrigo.

I need to see him.

He is in a meeting, my lady.

Tell him I need to see him.

It is a very important meeting.

Tell him this is
more important.

Cardinal Carafa

Carafa has brought...

I'm sorry, Lady, you must wait.

Wait?
Let us go, Giulia.

Get Rodrigo
the fuck out here!
Giulia.

I will not be
turned away by snotty...

Giulia, please.
Giulia, stop. Stop.

Gacet, Naples gives
an ultimatum.

Leave me!

King Ferrante demands
that we replace Ascanio Sforza
as Vice Chancellor

with Giuliano della Rovere.

- Giulia.
- Leave me.

To this we cannot agree.

Cardinal della Rovere
has continuously practiced
treason, weakening the church.

Another Pope would
have him executed
or excommunicated.

Open this God damn door!

Please, let us go.

Well...

The past is past.

In the name of
the Prince of Peace,

we will summon
della Rovere
to our presence.

We will

forgive his machinations.

We will restore him as
dean of the Sacred
College of Cardinals.

He and Sforza

will be equals in our eyes.

No!

I must go.
Where?

To my mother's villa.

Lucrezia,
you are forbidden
to go to your mother's.

Leave the room dark.

Let us see.

Now you care?

Now that business is done,

the deals are made?

La Bella...

Let us see.

You would never
love me the same
again, if at all.

You are right.

Not the same.

Even more.

Thirty-five broadswords.

Prefect, a word.

In private.

Out.

We want the man
responsible for
the attack on Giulia Farnese.

Those thugs are dead.

I myself thrust
the sword through
their hearts.

The thugs we care not about.

We want the beast
who hired them.

Though we have made
progress, I am hesitant
to hurl accusations.

We lack sufficient evidence.

Stop stalling.

A name.

Or are you protecting
one of your own?

A certain
squinty-eyed cousin?

Orsino is a simpleton,

incapable of such maneuvers.

If I must, Holy Father.

Before the thugs died,

they confessed that
they served as agents

for the House of Sforza.

Sforza?
That is what
they said, Holiness.

That makes no sense.

Violence rarely does.

Bring us proof.

Who are we to trust, Ascanio?

When we look out onto that

deep sea of faces
at mass today, knowing
that some want us dead,

of whom can we say,

"We trust that one"?

You speak of trust, and yet

I hear by rumor
about your various
rapprochements.

Naples, the Orsini
and della Rovere is
to rejoin the consistory.

Damn you!

You will remember
who you address.

As should you, Rodrigo.

You speak boldly, as always,

but a Vice Chancellor

should be more circumspect.

The Lady Giulia

overheard
your comment the night
of Lucrezia's wedding.

I made a jest.

I apologize.

We have been told that
Milan hired the thugs
that hurt Giulia.

Not that we believe a word.

What they call
intelligence,
we call stupidity.

Who is this they, may I ask?

Never mind.

Because of Lucrezia's
marriage to Giovanni,

we are family.

Yes.

As to who would
want to hurt you
through the Lady Giulia,

I would look to Ostia

and your
new friend,
della Rovere.

Your Eminence.

Your Holiness.

Seaside air agrees with you.

I thrive in the country.

Then we are doubly
grateful to have you
return to the city.

And just in time

to hear us name the
newest members of the
Sacred College of Cardinals.

I am breathless
with anticipation.

We should have
packed smelling salts

for when Sancia
Squillace faints from
first sight of you.

I do not want to go, Lucrezia.

Departing is always
more difficult
than arriving.

Well, well, the pride of Rome.

Soon to be the pride of Naples.

I will miss you all so much.

Goffredo Borgia.

Please follow me.

Be a man, you have
no other choice.

Master Goffredo,
your escort is ready.

No goodbyes.

Eleven years old.

Is that all we are
to Uncle Rodrigo?

Chattel?

Like God Almighty,
the Pope's actions
are inscrutable.

Unlike God,
he should not
control our lives.

I will do what
I please with mine.

I will be with my husband.

Lucrezia, you must think
before you speak.

Your uncle will
be angry with
both of us

that you have
stolen away
and come here.

Francesc Gacet,

here on the orders
of His Holiness
Pope Alexander.

Gacet. Here. Here.

Under the table.
Take him. Take him.

I can't take him.
I am sorry.

Quickly.

Come on,
come on.
Come on.

All right.
Quickly. Quickly.

Take him.

Francesc Gacet, madam.
Yes.

Your Excellency.

Cockroach, here on
the outskirts of town?

Running His Holiness'
errands all over Rome
must be exhausting.

From the Lady Giulia.

He's gone, my love.

Giulia writes you, Mama?

Yes, I will explain later.

I am to be named

Cardinal of Valencia.

John Morton,
Archbishop of Canterbury.

Domenico Grimani,

Bishop of Venice.

Ippolito d'Este,

Bishop of Ferrara.

Alessandro Farnese...

No way.
Listen, it is
completely wrong.

Cesare Borgia,

Bishop of Valencia.

Silence!

Do not forget the opposition

which met your
own elevation to
the Sacred College.

Perhaps, in that spirit,

we may find common ground.

Assent?

Seven.

Dissent?

Thirteen.

Almost double.

Thank you
for the calculation,
Cardinal della Rovere.

Remove but two names,

and the others
who are legitimate
princes of the church

will assuredly secure
our unanimous vote.

If unanimity was our goal, yes.

But as Peter,
the rock upon which
this church now stands,

ours is the power
to choose whom we will.

And yours is the duty to bend.

If you are looking for
Lucrezia, she is not here.
She has run off.

Oh, my.
Brazen girl.

I hope she is not
with her husband.

The guards
have already
searched there.

But I've come to speak
with you, dear Adriana.

Recent events have humbled me.

The way I have
treated you
is shameful.

I apologize and...

And wish to make amends.

Your sentiment is surprising.

Allow me to take
a small step towards
reconciliation.

I know of a secret place
in St. Peter's Basilica

where I am going to
witness Alessandro
and Cesare's elevation

to the College of Cardinals.

I would like to share
that moment with you.

A lovely offer,

but I must remain here.

When Lucrezia returns,
I intend to punish her.

Wise.

Yet, with a child
like Lucrezia,

that is what she will expect.

Better, perhaps,
to confound her

by treating her with kindness.

I know, we will
bring her along.

This is a momentous
occasion for the
entire Borgia family.

Think of how
the wench Vannozza
will burn with envy

knowing you were
there with her
precious Lucrezia

to see her precious
Cesare rise to
such heights.

I am so cold.

I feel like a boy
who has slipped into
the winter's river.

Even so, you are perspiring.

The doctors and
the priests say
there is no cure.

God's breath is at my ear.

Ardicino,

I have always
looked to you
as a paragon.

Day and night,
I try to make
the Vatican worthy,

to change the tenor of Rome.

But there are those eager
to elevate themselves
by discrediting me.

Della Rovere?
Yes.

For me, not to answer
these challenges is
to be diminished.

So I find
myself pondering
old solutions.

Bribery, deceit...

How can I use such methods

when my goal
is to eradicate
these methods?

Ardicino.

Do not go.
Tell me,
how do I change?

Become the better man when
being the lesser man has
brought me greatness?

Your last words, kind friend.

Please, inspire me.

What?
Tell me, what?

The words are lost.

As am I.

Alessandro Cardinal Farnese.

Archbishop of Orvieto.

John Cardinal Morton,
Archbishop of Canterbury.

Cesare Cardinal Borgia.

Archbishop of Valencia.

How proud you
must be, Lucrezia.

Domenico Cardinal Grimani.

Archbishop of Venice.

Brothers and sisters in Christ,

we love Cardinal Borgia

as our spiritual son,

and Cesare Borgia

as my own son.

Because he is
blood of my blood,

as are his brothers,

Juan, Goffredo

and sister Lucrezia.

I claim all of them
as legitimate

with a father's love.

Lucrezia!

Sforza, come with me.

And David the King

begot Solomon of her

who had been the wife of Urias.

I would have thought
you'd be less agitated
given the day's other events.

I am very happy
for my brother, yes.

I can make
your brother
a cardinal,

but you cannot
support my claim
to paternity.

I can, as long as
today's announcement
is not your last.

Believe me.

I have done what I can to
make certain there are no more
little Borgias running about.

Out there, maybe.

But in here?

No.

Yes.

Yes. Yes.

Yes, yes, yes, yes.