Da Vinci's Demons (2013–2015): Season 2, Episode 2 - The Blood of Brothers - full transcript

It's over, Lorenzo!
The House of Medici falls today!

Lorenzo must be found.

He fled with the help
of the artista Da Vinci.

Then he's alive.

Lorenzo's lost blood,
he needs blood.

I'll give him some of mine.

Know what will happen if
the Pazzis enter these walls?

Death to the Medicis!

Count Riario abandoned you to
pursue some mysterious book.

Where is Da Vinci?
Boarding a ship.

Tell me the name
of the ship.



The Basilisk.

If Da Vinci reaches
the Vault of Heaven,

the Book Of Leaves
is his to claim.

Leonardo will
come for you.

Tragically not for you.

You have failed us,
Da Vinci.

Because of you, the Book Of
Leaves will be lost forever.

Stay back!

♪ DaVinci's Demons 2x02 ♪
The Blood of Brothers
Original Air Date on March 29, 2014

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What have you done to me?

We cut open your veins
and my arteries

and created a vacuum,



which allowed my own blood
to replenish yours.

Do you mean to say your blood
flows within me?

I realize I'm not your
ideal candidate for blood brother,

but the procedure
was too dangerous

I couldn't
let anyone risk it.

Where is Guiliano?

Stay calm.

As our attempt to save you will
be at risk if you don't.

I wasn't asking you, maestro!
I was speaking to him!

You've been through much,
Magnifico. Please.

Put down the knife.
Where is my brother?

By your allegiance,
Verrocchio, tell me now!

Noble Giuliano
fought bravely.

But was slain.

I'm sorry, my lord.

Take me home.

It won't be that simple.

The streets
are perilous.

The officers of the night
have been helpless

to stop the mob
from burning homes,

looting shops.

You do have Medici support,

but the Pazzis grow
stronger by the hour.

And Urbino's forces
stand outside the city, ready to invade.

I need to see my city.

Out the way for
the Father within!

Grab them! Haul them down!

Go on, get hold of them!

Argh!

Aargh!

Take everything he's got.

They're rebelling
against all authority.

It's mine, give it to me!

Give it to me,
that is mine!

Take it all!

My family spent generations
building up this republic.

And at the drop
of a sword,

the people devour
each other like swine.

They need their leader.

I never wanted to lead.

It doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter
what you want.

Fate made you a leader.

Accept your role
or Florence is lost.

Florence is lost, Da Vinci.

And I have no reason
to win it back.

I have no heir,
no brother.

I have no future
to offer the people.

My lord?

Vanessa,
is this wise?

Perhaps you do have a future
for Florence, my lord.

Giuliano's fire...

...burns still within me.

I'm bearing his child.

Is this true?

It is.

I must return to the palace.

Can you provide me
with a sword?

We will need a lot more
than a sword.

You're brilliant,
passing a hairpin

through a kiss.
Dazzling!

Leonardo said you're
a master lock-pick.

Genius.

You, not him. He's a fool
for ever letting you go.

I have never been
more fully erect.

Want to finish the job?
Gladly.

Not that, the chains!
Of course.

Don't you care
for cured meats?

Or are you so loyal
to Da Vinci

that you'll
starve for him?

Although, will you ever
even see him again?

He's rescuing Florence.
He's rescuing Lorenzo.

Lorenzo is Florence.

Lorenzo is a purse string.

Nico, you took the key to
the Vault of Heaven from me,

something Da Vinci himself
could not manage.

And yet... he chose to save
Lorenzo over you.

I'd say you're undervalued.

As I was at your age.

Like me, you will learn
your worth in time.

I'm not like you!

If you think I'll help you
find the Vault of Heaven,

you're wrong,
I'd die first!

Nico.

The Widow's Tear has already
shown us otherwise.

Proving my theory that

it is better to be
feared than loved.

Why are you keeping me alive?

Because I like you.

Faithful citizens, we burn this
effigy of the tyrant!

Soon his wicked soul
burns in hellfire!

Burn!
Death to the Medicis!

Infernal Pazzis.

If we try to bring Lorenzo
through this frenzy,

Francesco's dogs
will finish him off.

No longer will their
vainglorious cabal of merchants

dictate how all
Florence shall live.

Can you make out a word
that hypocritical windbag is saying?

No, thank God.
Can you?

No.

The just and pious
Pazzi family...

But what if we could?

What if the entire city could?

His lies would spread
like wood rot,

until there wasn't a safe corner
for Lorenzo in all of Florence.

But what if we could
counter those lies?

Do you have any brass
in your studio?

Yes, I'm using it for
the Vitale commission.

Not any more.

All is secure, milady.

Do you have a family, Captain?

A wife, a son...

...a little girl.

Who protects them
whilst you protect us?

My wife has always understood
my duty's to Florence,

as hers is
to our children.

I'll admit I sometimes envy
the time she spends with them.

Don't envy us wives,
Captain.

We pray more than priests,
sleep less than watchmen

and grow old before our time.

Waiting and worrying.

Signora?

Signora? Signora?

You have our condolences
on this very black Easter Monday.

Identify yourselves now.
It's alright, Captain.

This is Signore Sassetti,
the general manager of the Medici bank

and Signore Portinari,
who oversees the London branch.

If you'll excuse us, Captain.

The Captain will
remain by my side.

Very well.

Rumors of your husband's death
are spreading panic

amongst our investors
in Europe.

If we lose their confidence,

the bank will collapse.

Tell them Lorenzo
is alive.

If we could
but see him?

Any business
you have with him

you can submit
to me in writing.

So the rumors are true?

Lorenzo is dead?

Captain, drag him somewhere to
reflect on his loyalties.

I know this is difficult,
but Signora, you must understand

our responsibility is
the fidelity of the bank.

Lorenzo's absence,
however temporary, has created a void.

Perhaps it's prudent to appoint
an interim head of the bank.

I suppose you think yourself
the obvious candidate?

Signore Portinari and I have
the experience for the job.

But not the name.

We are speaking of the great
Medici Bank, after all,

and your
name is not Medici.

Neither is yours,

Signora Orsini.

Captain?

Come, weevils, the lady
is weary of your presence.

Come.

I thought you were
leading me home.

I am.

Look at them.

It's hopeless.

No, you haven't read your Vitruvius.
What?

Sound, it moves like
ripples in water.

And when a ripple touches
a soft surface,

like bodies in a crowd
or a wooden building,

it's absorbed,

as water is absorbed
by a cloth.

Speak plainer, Da Vinci.

Look out across the piazza.

Do you see those shimmering
plates of reflected moonlight?

Yes.

Those are brass panels
positioned according to my calculations,

each held at precise angles by
Verrocchio and his assistants.

When a sound ripple reaches
a reflective service, it's deflected -

under the right
circumstances, amplified.

Acoustically speaking,
this tower

is the most strategic
point in Florence.

You want me to make
a speech?

What does it matter?

Francesco Pazzi
is winning.

Only 'cause everyone
thinks you're dead.

You have to tell the people that
you haven't abandoned them.

Da Vinci?

Da Vinci.
What's that bastard doing?

Look, look!
Up there.

Pull! Put your backs into it!
Pull, for goodness sake!

Quickly, damn it!

If this doesn't work,
the mob will pull them both to pieces.

Wait, out, out.

Out here. That's it.

Good, good.

The stage is yours,
Magnifico.

If this fails, they will throng my palace
and slay my family!

Face your city.

There.

See what they make of you.

Look to your people,
Lorenzo.

You need to inspire them,

to invite them
to join you,

to dare them to be
as great as they are.

Citizens of Florence...

It's Lorenzo!

I grieve with you tonight...

...for the injuries inflicted
on our noble city,

on our families,

and on my beloved brother,

Giuliano...

Get him down from there!

Go, move!

I once embraced
Francesco Pazzi

and his family
as my friends.

I thought them noble
citizens of Florence.

But as I stand
before you tonight,

as our city is aflame,

and my brother lies dead,

I was naive,
blind to their ambition,

ignorant to the lengths
they would go

to see our city
under Rome's thumb!

He's a salesman... a usurer.

Citizens, don't let
him bedevil you.

Yet we have not fallen!

In Florence,

power has always
been derived from the people,

not from traitorous whispers
in quiet, dark halls,

not from individuals...

not from conspirators.

And so, as it should be,

I put the fate of
our republic in your hands.

Do with me as you please.

For whatever you command,

I will perform it willingly.

This is not good.

For tonight, as always...

...you are my friends...

...my protectors...

...my brothers.

Do you think they heard me?

Palle!

Palle!

Palle!

The Medici rallying cry.

I'd say they did.

Palle! Palle!

Palle! Palle!

Francesco, let's go!

Palle! Palle!

Now, Dragonetti.

Now we apprehend
the Pazzi traitors.

My pleasure.

There they are!
No, wait!

Hold him!
By the Reverend Father!

Help me!

Orsini!

Palle! Palle!

He's the leader! Pazzi scum!

Argh!

Argh!

Agh!

My dear lady.

I commend you for your
strength and courage,

in holding our home
against those

who would
seek our life.

Welcome home, husband.

Palle! Palle!

I'm told our awaited guest
has a penchant

for such curiosities.

It is said he keeps a kind
of ghastly museum in his dungeon.

Surely the museum
is apocryphal?

His reputation as a ferocious,
bloodthirsty warlord is not.

His dress bespeaks
a warrior.

That's the son, Alfonso.
Behind him is the King.

This is your warlord?

He looks more
like a bookkeeper.

May I present His Majesty King
Ferrante of Naples

and his son, Alfonso,
Duke of Calabria.

You'll forgive us for not kneeling
and kissing the ring.

I too am anointed by God.

And are you also Christ's Vicar
here on earth...

his holy sign
that he will come again?

It matters not.

Down to business.

As the only king
on the Italian peninsular,

you understand our need
for stability?

We command the largest
standing army in Italy.

It is we
who assure stability.

We also command
a sizeable force.

A flock of mercenaries.

Rome has her priests, Florence
her art, Genoa her trade.

But it is Naples
and our forces

who have been tasked by God

as the first line of defense
against the Ottomans.

You must know that the tyrant,
Lorenzo de Medici,

and his heretic war engineer,
Leonardo Da Vinci, openly flout us?

I've known Lorenzo
since he was a child.

He's an unscrupulous villain

who's a little too proud
of his prick.

I'm sorry, I misspoke.

Holy Father,
disregard what I said.

He knows better than to be here
when the tooth falls.

Where did you find such
an interesting specimen?

Consider it a gift,
one of many to come.

Lorenzo's regime
must be eroded from within...

...to keep the armies
of Milan and Venice

from
allying against us.

Once you have helped us
seize Florence,

the other secular states
of Italy will fall into line,

and into the control

of the Godly
state of Naples.

You seek an alliance with us
against Florence?

How may we be of service?

There is a papal ship
in the port of Pisa,

carrying slaves to Genoa.

If your brave son
traveled there

under both the Neapolitan
and papal flags,

the Republic of Florence
would be cowed by our alliance.

Lorenzo is a heathen
but he's not a fool.

We will apply unrelenting
pressure...

...till he does what's best
for his people,

and surrenders.

You asked to see me,
Your Magnificence?

You were leaving before
this massacre began.

I assume you still
intend to leave?

But we need you here.

Rome's aggression
will not stop.

We need more pipe organ
muskets, more military...

And then what?
Then what?

They return with more soldiers,
more allies.

The way to defeat them
is not by racing them to the next weapon.

You alone know how to deal
with Florence's enemies.

I search for an ancient tome
called the Book Of Leaves.

It's a compendium
of hidden wisdom

that men have
died to protect.

Sixtus and his cohorts, they
moved mountains to find it.

I believe it contains secrets
that could put an end

to these petty wars
that besiege us forever.

Whispers, forbidden
knowledge made up

to entertain
adolescent boys.

Perhaps you recall
lying on a slab

while my blood pumped
into your veins.

Forbidden knowledge
just saved your life.

And in the name
of this knowledge,

you would desert
Florence again?

Do you know what this is?

One of my grandfather's
trinkets.

It's the symbol of
the Sons of Mithras.

Have you heard of them?
Cosimo had many secrets.

They were an ancient brotherhood
committed to humanism.

Cosimo was one of
its members.

He had faith in this city,
in you.

Your grandfather, he saw Florence
as the essential city,

where for once, freedom and
knowledge had been allowed to take root.

He tasked me from beyond
the grave to retrieve the Book Of Leaves.

And when I do,
you must ensure

that Florence
is still here to receive it.

But I can't...

leave Florence without--
money,

without a ship.

Da Vinci, I cannot help you.

Florence needs weapons,
not magic.

Go, leave us.
Do as you wish.

As my family have done
for quite some time,

I will preserve the city,

without your help.

Farewell.

Sister.
Oh, my prayers are answered.

Francesco,
you sought to sweep

the Medici name
from the earth.

And we will answer
your conspiracy in kind.

Tomorrow, go to your death
knowing that it is your name

that will be expunged.

Your properties will be divided
among the Signoria,

all male cousins
will be exiled,

and anyone who dares to marry
a Pazzi woman will be disinherited.

You'd wipe out the oldest

and most noble family
in Florence?

My ancestor was
the first over the wall

in the Siege
of Jerusalem.

Save your creaking anecdotes.

We're sick to death
of your Pazzi ancestor.

Future generations
will only remember

that the meaning of the
word Pazzi... is madmen.

You left your robes in your
quarters when you fled, Cardinal.

I have them here for you.
Thank you, sister.

I have prayed for you
every day.

The populace should see the fate
of those who ally themselves with Rome.

So you will put on
those robes.

And we will dangle you
from the gibbet in your Sunday best.

Think of your eternal soul.

Do you dare kill
a cardinal?

One who defiled the Lord's house
on Easter Sunday?

Yes, I would.

Please!

I am your brother.

I have no brother.

Your confidence as a thief
is beguiling.

I have no intention
of being recognized

on the road
to Florence.

Stop gaping like
a pike and move!

You know what
Riario's capable of.

Has anyone ever told you
you'd make a beautiful man?

Anyone ever told you
you're a pig?

You're a bit of a traitor.
Pig and a knave.

Traitor and a whore.

That's a compliment.

All my favorite people
are traitorous whores.

It's unsettling, isn't it?

One of your kinsmen had it
inscribed in his flesh for safekeeping,

little good
that it did him.

I believe it's a legend,

a key to reading a map -
this map.

Can you decipher it?

Much of it is beyond
my understanding.

But these-- these are written

in the ancient Ge'ez script
of my people.

They are numbers.

13, 1,631...

over 10,000.

It's a fraction.

Arabs use them to represent
parts of a whole number.

What does this one say?

72 and 341...

over 625.

The astrolabe.

The numbers indicate
latitude and longitude.

Captain De Noli
will be pleased.

And... what will please you?

The Bible counsels us against
indulging ourselves.

Men of the Bible
took their pleasures.

King Solomon visited
the Kingdom of Sheba,

my homeland of Abyssinia.

There he met
the beautiful queen and...

invited her to a banquet
at his palace.

She asked Solomon to swear
not to take her by force.

He agreed... as long as she

would take nothing
of value from his home.

Seems an easy vow to keep.

But when she awoke
at midnight,

the Queen was...

thirsty.

And as she reached for water,
Solomon appeared,

warning she was
breaking her oath.

Nothing in the desert
is as precious as water.

She chose to drink,

setting Solomon free from
his promise not to take her.

And they spent the night
together willingly.

The Queen of Sheba
fell in love with Solomon.

She converted my homeland
to the Lord God of Israel...

without regret.

That story's
not in the Bible.

Not everything is,
my lord.

What do you know of Daedalus?

Just indulge me.

What were the sins
of Daedalus?

He fashioned wings for himself
and his son Icarus.

Flight, is that a sin?

Or is it invention?

Whilst I was unconscious,
Andrea,

I had a vision.

I was in the presence
of something.

Something.
You'd lost a lot of blood, Leo.

Don't be troubled by dreams.

The dream was real, Andrea.

Look.

There, that figure.

A man being savaged by a bull?
Yes!

Here, on the reverse
of the Turk's coin,

a man slaying a bull -
it's the inverse image.

I've met the enemies
of the Sons of Mithras.

These aren't fables, Andrea.

You may be right, my boy.

All the more reason
to leave it alone.

We can't do that, maestro.

Zo, you stayed in Florence?

Not quite.
But I made it back here.

Where's Nico?

He's on the Basilisk
with Riario.

You let Riario take Nico?

I wasn't exactly given
an option.

I was supposed to be
on that ship, not Riario!

Certainly not Nico with him! Me!

Without you, didn't the Turk say
the ship wrecked itself in a storm?

How does Nico survive that?

Do I fucking know?

I'd go after them,
I've got... next to nothing.

I've got no ship,
no astrolabe.

I mean, there's
the original charts.

But the Abyssinian's map
that explains it all is with Riario.

Surely you can reproduce the
Abyssinian's map from memory?

Yes, but I cannot will a
crew and ship into existence.

Well, there's someone
that can help.

Yeah, but you've got to promise
to stay calm, accept the fucking help.

Why would you come
to my aid?

Why did you miss your ship
to assist Lorenzo?

There is a man
named Vespucci.

He solves import and export
problems for the Medicis,

it's his business
to know every boat

that comes in
and out of Pisa.

He could find you a ship
and a crew.

And...

...he collects
rare maritime maps.

Perhaps he has one like
the one that you lost.

And what do you want
in return?

From you? Nothing.

Sixtus destroyed
my family.

What I want,
what I have always wanted...

...is to see him dead.

Nonetheless, you came here
to face me first.

I look at you and see
how you refuse

to be trapped by your
birth, by your circumstances.

I just fight to be free.

I need a future
where I control my own fate.

And my pursuit
of the same freedom...

...will take me
far from you.

This belongs to your father.

And perhaps you could
return it to him.

With my regards.

It's mine now.

And I would see it
stay with you...

since I can't.

I...

I still think of a world in
which we met differently,

lived differently.

As do I.

Sister!

They call for your death,
Francesco.

Only hours ago,
they cheered for yours.

And yet...

...here we are.

Let us send a message...

to your master in Rome,

that Florence still shines!

Amerigo Vespucci?

He works for the Medicis.
Lucrezia recommended him.

I knew him,
we grew up together

in Peretola,
he's a fixer.

And a fuck.

This is the worst
idea you've had

since you stopped eating meat. Amerigo
Vespucci is as slippery as a buttered eel.

A well-connected eel
who's yet to lose a map, an astrolabe,

a ship, and Nico to Riario.

Perhaps he can apprentice you.
I did as you asked.

I asked you not to go!

You asked me to stall!
To stall the barge, not the Basilisk.

You should have realized that
was far too great a risk.

When have you considered
anything too great a risk?

You knew we'd do
whatever we could

to aid your damned
adventure, we always have.

And you make the whole thing
sound so fucking important.

It is important!

Perhaps more than
I even realized.

There are worse things crouching
in the shadows than Riario.

Things I cannot
yet understand.

We will get Nico back, Zo,
I promise.

But then, we must recover
the Book Of Leaves.

Can I count on you?

I will go to the edge of the
Earth with you to find Nico.

After that...

I'm sorry, I'm done.

I don't care about
your Book Of Leaves.

This is the place.

Yes?

Excuse us, signorina.

We're here to see
Amerigo Vespucci.

Bless you for coming to pay
respects to my poor father,

ignored while the rest
of Florence grieves Giuliano di Medici.

Please, come in.

That's your father?

Amerigo Vespucci? Yes.

And you must be his friends.

Well, that's us then.
Very sorry for your loss.

Hold on.

That stench.
Yeah, it's the body, Leo, we're too late.

If we hurry, maybe we can catch Lucrezia,

see if she knows any living
people that could help us.

No, I have spent enough
time around cadavers

to know that is not the
scent of human flesh.

Urgh! That was completely
unnecessary.

Any friend of Lucrezia
Donati is a friend of mine.

Zoroasta, last I saw
of you was in prison.

Never trust a Spanish Moor,
am I right?

Run along, Beatrice.
I will find you

next time I'm in need
of a daughter.

Arrivederci, signores.

Typical, I should have known.

I apologize for
the theatrics.

I was afraid you were sent here
by my creditors.

You understand?
Absolutely.

I like you, Signore...?

Da Vinci.
Leonardo Da Vinci?

Lorenzo's bastard war engineer,
the pleasure is mine.

What is the nature
of your problem?

Well, I'm supposed to
be on board a ship,

The Basilisk.

Three-masted carrack, captain
Antonio De Noli, crew of 15,

carrying top-of-the-line
Florentine textiles,

left Pisa two days ago
sailing west.

It's been commandeered
by Count Riario,

Captain General
of the Holy Roman Church.

I see. So you wish
to sail west

but the Vatican
have stolen your ship.

If you're here,
you have not the coin

to hire such
a vessel yourself,

which leaves but one choice
available, am I right?

We head to Pisa...

we steal one of theirs.

Signora.

This is Vanessa Moschella.

Moschella?

A little flea?

How amusing that you work
at the Barking Dog.

If you think so.

We're told that you carry
Giuliano's seed.

Yes, signora.

How can we be sure that
you're telling the truth?

I'm not really concerned
whether you believe me or not.

Lorenzo believes it.

And right now,
he's in need of some hope.

So you will remain with us.

Piero will see
to your needs.

Here?

You don't like our home?

I prefer the freedom
of my own.

You should've
thought of that

before Giuliano bedded you in
some sordid, back-alley tavern.

He had dozens of women,
from milkmaids... to duchesses.

God help us if they all come
knocking with their bastards.

We are...

We are here to honor...

Giuliano di ser
Piero di Medici...

...my brother.

You knew him as
the Prince of Youth,

the Light of Florence.

So he was.

So he was.

You're doing fine.

It is a splendid eulogy
so far.

He deserves better.

What's this?
It was our grandfather Cosimo's.

One magnificent sword
to be shared by two boys.

I never understood why.

Cosimo told us we would
learn to use it...

...one day,

when we were ready.

When we became men.

We never did.

I think Giuliano would
want you to keep it.

You're leaving?

I wish I could
go with you, Leo.

Where I'm going...

...I can no longer
keep you safe.

Much less,
your child.

So now I'm one of them?
Is that really so bad?

Note the only time he brought me
here was to say goodbye.

The Medicis are wise.

They will realize,

how lucky they are to
have you among them.

Release her.

She's not to be swept into your
madness any longer.

The guards saw you entering.

Lorenzo wishes
one more word.

You can wait
in the pantry.

Vanessa carries a child

whose father never
married its mother.

Make sure you take
care of this one

better than the last
bastard you dealt with.

This Book Of Leaves you seek.

Do you really believe
it could help Florence?

More than help it,
Magnifico.

I believe it can save it.

You and I are not that
different, Da Vinci.

It took me a while
to realize that.

Did this belong
to your grandfather?

He told me...

that one day...

when the time was right...

I would learn how
to use it.

I saw you fight off many men
in the Duomo,

I would say you already have.

That's
not what he meant.

Giuliano and I, we were always
meant to share it.

That's what brothers do.

Two men whose blood flows
in each other's veins.

Take it with you
on your journey.

All I ask is that you return to
Florence when your quest is completed,

along with whatever wisdom your
book promises.

There are words inscribed
on the blade.

Not just words.

It's what the Medicis have
sought for generations.

Libertas Populi.
Freedom for the people.

Freedom for Florence.

It's time to save our city,
Leonardo.

Our future.

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
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