Da Vinci's Demons (2013–2015): Season 2, Episode 5 - The Sun and the Moon - full transcript

I will persuade Ferrante
no alliance with Sixtus

ever benefits
the Pope's partners.

You seek an alliance
against Florence?

How may we be of service?

We will apply
unrelenting pressure

until Lorenzo surrenders.

You carry Giuliano's seed?
Yes, signora.

So you will remain
with us.

Are we on the right course?
We've been at sea for weeks.

That, together with
this device,

enabled me to estimate
the length of our voyage.



If you're wrong,
we die at sea.

We will not die at sea.

What are you
teaching the boy?

How to survive
when grace fails.

This ship will sink without
Da Vinci at the helm.

Storm on the way, Your Grace.
Could push us into the rocks.

Let me out, please!

(Thunder crashes)

♪ DaVinci's Demons 2x05 ♪
The Sun and the Moon
Original Air Date on April 19, 2014

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Out you get.

Dry land.

Count Riario didn't pray
to his God hard enough.



This is not how I saw us
finding your New World.

The light here is different.

The rock striations,
the lush vegetation.

We need food, Leo.

It's remarkable.

This could be the gateway
to extraordinary things.

That's the figurehead
of the Basilisk.

One sailor to another.

No one survived this wreck.

(ZOROASTER) We can't write them
off as dead.

Parts of the Basilisk
made it to the shore,

maybe survivors did as well.

If Riario survived, he'll have
weeks of advantage on us.

And he'll have taken
Nico with him.

(Hisses, he gasps)

I'll stay aboard with Captain
and chart these shores.

There's more money in making a map
to treasure than in searching for it.

Amerigo, we will return to
this shore in three months.

Do you swear to be here
for us then?

And if your motley assemblage
doesn't come back,

I'm to wait here on
this beach, cock in hand?

It's the perfect place
to tan your tiny prick.

If we don't return by then,
sail without us.

I'll mourn you...

as I'm celebrated
for discovering this land.

Of course you'll take the credit,
you buzzard's canker sore.

Bye-bye.

Maybe I will.

Maybe I'll name this whole
fucking place after myself!

Vespuccia!

Vespuccia!

(Fight taking place)

Urgh! Argh!

And I used to love
visiting Naples.

A word, please, Officer.

Shut it, shit-slinger, I'm
trying to take a head count.

All the while we've been here,

we've not been given
a chance to state our case.

What case? Aren't you the
two they found burying bodies

with that chest
of gold?

It was our gold, we acted
in our own defense.

Of course you did!
We are emissaries from Milan

with a vital message from
Ludovico Sforza for his sister Ippolita.

Duke Alfonso's wife?

Two paupers like yourselves
don't come bearing nothing

but cock rash.

We rode incognito
to elude bandits.

Now, here's something
you should see.

Didn't they search you
on the way in?

Inform the Duchess that we are
here on urgent business.

My name is Gallus and this
is my companion Daphnis.

The Duchess will know
who we are.

They made us disrobe.

Where exactly
were you hiding that?

Medici trade secret.

(VANESSA)I miss the city,
maestro.

This palace lacks
Florence's vitality.

It feels an eternity I've been
trapped in this stale place.

Stale?

When this home
was constructed,

Cosimo employed Michelozzo
to design unique flourishes -

hidden passages, spy holes,
coded messages.

For instance...

..if you stand in that corner

I'll show you
one of my favorites.

So this Benedetto,

what exactly does he
do in your workshop,

other than look handsome?

He's a framer for one
of my latest commissions.

And you find no
other uses for him?

Now...listen.

(Clicks fingers)

(BENEDETTO) Vanessa, can
we talk Andrea into shaving that beard?

It bristles against my skin.

I heard him
as though he was next to me!

How is this possible?

It's called
a whisper corridor.

The circular construction allows
sound to travel perfectly,

from one precise location
to another.

Walls that talk.

Amazing!

Signor Sassetti,
I promised the captain funds

for the hiring
of more officers.

What gives you the right
to turn him away?

My title.

As general manager
of the Medici Bank,

its solvency
is my solemn duty.

I cannot approve another
loan to a government

which already holds
significant debts.

This is not a loan but

a simple withdrawal of
Medici family assets.

Another request
I must deny.

You may not realize that as your
husband left for Naples,

he withdrew an enormous
sum from our coffers.

I must insist all accounts
suspended...

until debts
are reasonably repaid.

As I insist you resign.

A majority of the board must
approve executive hiring.

Or firing.

If Lorenzo were here...
But he's not, is he?

Instead, shortly after
losing his mistress,

he heads to Naples...

a land which,
by staggering coincidence,

is home to his first love,

Ippolita Sforza,
the Duchess of Calabria.

In such an absence,

you cannot blame us for
doing what we think best.

(Hisses)

(Insects buzzing)

Fuck.

It really is a new world.

I haven't had this much fluid sucked out
of me since that girl in Beretola.

In all my years as a painter,

I've never seen a vermillion
like this.

Really?

Leo, not bothered by the howling
beasts in the trees

but a new color?
Yes, that gives you pause.

Prick.

(Exhales)

(Grunts)
Da Vinci?

Look at the finishing
of this.

It's pure gold.

Shit.

We are on track.

But the people here,

they just leave out gold
for the taking.

What are you doing?
We haven't been paid since Genoa.

I promise you payment in
abundance on our return to Florence.

But not if you disturb what is
clearly a sacred idol.

(Speaks in Quechua)

Hey, hey.

We're friends. Friends.

Keep still.

We're visitors.

We seek men...

..like ourselves.

Primitive.
He may think the same of us.

Wait, wait! Wait!

Brilliant! That's brilliant.

You raise weapons,
he tells his people,

and we've made an enemy before
we've even spoken a word.

Thank you...

T-Thank you so much
for your steady nerve!

We press on.

But keep your blades ready

for the fight
that you may have handed us.

(Sighs)

Shit.

You lied about us being
Milanese emissaries.

They're most likely choosing
the piazza to display our corpses.

Lorenzo?

Lorenzo!
Ippolita.

Lucifer himself would
call you a holy fool for coming here.

I had no other choice.

Gallus and Daphnis?

The names of the lovers
in Eclogue Ten.

I knew you would remember.

How could I forget?

On the banks of the River Po,
reading all Virgil's verses.

We rarely finished.

And to think I lost you...

..to that Roman woman
and the Orsini name.

Clarice...has her virtues.

Ah.
Do you read poetry together?

As we speak,

she watches over my republic

as your husband brandishes
arms against it.

I tried.

I pleaded for him
not to move against you.

After the attack
on your family...

Poor Giuliano.

I cannot bear
the thought of Alfonso

bringing more death
to Florence.

Your husband
is a warrior.

He takes up weapons
as automatically

as a child handles
a plaything.

That is why we are here,
Your Grace, to speak with King Ferrante.

My father-in-law
will not listen.

He is...

Just like a Florentine,

to enter from the back door.

Alfonso.

Lorenzo has come to meet
with your father.

I had hoped to act
as an intermediary.

Of course.

That must be why you came here
without a royal escort.

It wasn't her idea, Alfonso.

I called upon her to...
come to me alone.

You dare enter Naples
unannounced

and meet with my wife
in secret?

Alfonso, I...
Duke Alfonso.

I...implore you...

..let me sit with your father
and end this pointless war.

Of course.

Of course I will take you
to my father.

We are...civilized
heads of state.

Are we not?

Trouble sleeping?

I'm at your mercy, my lady.

I only seek a discussion
away from prying ears.

And what if someone
saw you enter?

I took precautions.

I would never risk
your dignity.

Henbane, bark of mandrake
and juice of lettuce.

An ineffective potion against
the restless sleep of leadership.

But a necessary one.

Other leaders of this family
have found relief

in distractions
of the flesh.

I need no schooling
in my husband's habits.

What do you want?

To offer assistance with
Portinari and Sassetti.

Their scheming
is obvious.

I need no help with greedy
jackals, I grew up in Rome.

I wish to make sure they

take no advantage of what
they perceive as weakness.

They were trained
by my father.

Cosimo demanded a certain
ruthlessness in those he employed.

And I will gladly
respond in kind.

Consider
their perspective.

They believe the bank weak
with a woman at its head,

akin to how my father denied me
a place in its management.

You were illegitimate.

A bastard...

with an unsuitable
complexion.

Almost as bad
as being a woman.

So you'd like an alliance...

a seat on the Medici Bank board
after all these years.

Giuliano's seat
remains vacant.

You're as clever
as you are beautiful.

Don't waste your time
flattering me.

Appoint me...

..and I vote with you
on all matters.

A bastard and a woman.

Quite the partnership.

Good night, signor.

(Grunts)

Shit.

This is the work of
civilization.

Ah, fuck!

Normally, I like things
hot and wet.

We're on the right path.

We should make camp.
Yeah, why not?

(Twig snaps, birds cry)

(Man shouts in Quechua)

(Shouting)

Whoa.

They're just...
(Speaks Quechua)

Look.

Look, these symbols.

Do you see?

It's the same.

Friends.

In the name of the Father, Son
and Holy Ghost, amen.

Where is he?

(Door opening)

Carlo.

I must commend your powers
of persuasion.

Clarice has officially nominated
you to fill Giuliano's seat on the board.

As I assured you she would.

This maneuver does nothing
to solve our problem.

Clarice still holds over
half the board in her palm.

That will change with time and
persistence.

The time to act is now.

Lorenzo and Clarice still hold
the favor of the people.

And what if we replaced her

with someone we could sell
as Lorenzo's choice?

With the same name.

Our plan is my succession.

Your plan is taking too long.

For your creditors...
Enough.

What is your proposition?

This letter, penned by King
Ferdinand of Aragon himself,

details, at my suggestion,

his intention to default
on all loans from the Medici Bank

unless Clarice
is removed from leadership.

Spain is our largest account.

How does this aid our cause?

I negotiated a steady repayment
schedule...

..with a slight reduction
in interest,

once Carlo takes control
of the bank.

Is this true?

A Medici Bank
run by a Medici.

But without the embarrassment
of a woman at its head.

Even Signor Rinaldi has
indicated he will vote with us.

Albini teeters,
but can be swayed.

Be sure to emphasize
Carlo's role in this.

It will ensure their support.

Clarice will be out of
the picture soon enough.

(Speaks Quechua)

Leo, they're going to
fucking kill us.

No.

They've fed us, they've
transported us for miles.

They've got something
else in mind.

(ZOROASTER) Yeah, being
their next meal.

This is an advanced people, Zo.

Take their language.

Leo, please tell me you're
trying to find a way to escape,

not just decipher
their gibberish.

Ssh.

Listen. Every sound they make
is a key to the puzzle of their tongue.

The leader keeps referring to
himself as "noqa" for "I"

and "noqanchik"
for "us as a group".

Obviously.
Yeah.

I've repeatedly heard the word
"puriy" and "purinchik"

to describe an action that's
occurred throughout the time

that we've been with them.

It translates as "walk"
and "we walk".

(Shouts in Quechua)

Making friends, are we?

That word, "yawar".

They used it when they fed us
the llama milk mixed with blood.

Please mean milk.

Uh...no, it suggests we may be
marching to our death after all.

Oh.

I do not claim to be
a wine cognoscente,

an amateur oenophile, perhaps.

But this Frescobaldi - a
first-rate Tuscan chianti.

Very popular amongst the
Florentine aristocracy.

A talented winemaker indeed.

Shame that he perished
along with his family

when my soldiers torched
his vineyard.

Al.

All that was salvaged
from the estate

are the bottles now
in my possession.

We also thank you for the
new garments, Duke Alfonso.

Formal delegates from Florence
must look the part.

(Chuckles)

Though I question why Lorenzo
brought along an antique

and not a more
formidable companion.

Piero Da Vinci
is my personal notary.

And one of my most trusted
counselors.

Da Vinci? Kin to Leonardo?

Indeed.

He is the um...

proud father of
the celebrated artist.

And sodomite.
Never convicted.

(Chuckles)

I've met the man.
I read a different verdict.

Leonardo works for Florence
from afar.

Demean him at your peril.

Will the King be joining us?

I feel a monarch of his years
will bring invaluable wisdom to this table.

(Horse whinnies)

Yes, indeed.

I will do whatever it takes
to resolve our conflict.

Father will be pleased
to hear that.

He so enjoys it when his
captives are willing to play along.

Oh!

What have you done?

Precisely what you asked.

The King is looking
forward to seeing you.

(Laughs)

Damn them!

Or rather, damn myself, as I
stand the dupe in all this.

Signora...

this knowledge provides
an opportunity

to counter
their schemes.

I only wish it did.

Carlo's confirmation to the
board is but a formality.

If I raise an
objection now,

it'll further
weaken my position,

given that I nominated
Carlo myself.

I cannot believe I was
so easily fooled by him.

Perhaps you were not.

Well, you heard
the whispers.

Sassetti only spoke of using
Carlo's name in their scheme.

There's a chance Carlo himself
is unaware.

Unlikely.

The Pazzis proved
the seduction of power is intoxicating.

He doesn't care about power.
He's here because of his father.

How do you know this?

She asked me to present
all this to you.

She was afraid...

Why, what have you heard?
The servants trust Carlo.

They say he was always
a Medici,

despite being wronged
by those who scorned his lineage.

He was his
father's favorite.

Some believe, if there's anyone
Cosimo shared his secrets with,

it was Carlo.

(Guard shouts in Quechua)

The sickness will pass once we
get used to the altitude.

Or we can just launch ourselves
over the edge here.

Don't try it
while you're bound to me!

So are we gonna let
these savages kill us?

The alternatives are rather
limited just now.

(Speaks Quechua)

They're distracted by news
from that messenger.

I could be free from the pole
with a couple of tugs.

Then what? We try and run still
bound to these poles?

Have you anything better?
We have to go out fighting.

Now is not the time!

And later, when we're brought
before some crag-faced cannibal?

Look at where listening
to you has brought us.

Aaargh!

(Grunts)
(Shouts command)

Tell her I'll be happy
to service her

in any number of ways
to save the rest of you.

I'm willing to make
that sacrifice.

Our destination.

The town made of stone.

Just as the Abyssinian said.

I take back
what I said about savages.

(Speaks Quechua)

It is unanimous.

Carlo de Medici,

welcome to the governing board
of the Medici Bank.

I shall strive to satisfy
your faith in me.

Signors...

have we any other business?

Unfortunately, there is an issue
of grave importance.

I have recently had rd
from King Ferdinand

of his intention to default
payment on all loans

unless we remove Clarice Orsini
as head of this institution

for her sins against
the Holy Church.

Clearly, I will not capitulate
to the blackmail of a creditor.

A true leader would take
whatever steps necessary

to ensure our business
sees another day, month...

If this is your attempt
at requesting my resignation, rethink.

Without a vote of this board,
it will not happen.

Then you leave us no choice.

Signors, let us answer the call
for new leadership.

A majority of seven
is required.

Carlo, how will you vote?

As a man of faith,

I respect a commitment
to the Holy Church.

And supporting him is wise
if that's what forces Ferdinand's decision.

But it is not.

I vote with Clarice Orsini.

This letter details
the back-room deal

between King Ferdinand
and Signor Portinari,

in which favorable interest
rates were offered

in direct exchange for the
King's threat of default.

I charge this letter
not only as malfeasance

but also treason.

Guards, remove this well-fed
Judas to the Bargello.

This is outrageous!
This melanzana deceived us!

I'll...get...you...back...
for this!

Signors, today each of you have
made your loyalties clear.

Now I must consider
what to do

with those no longer
supporting my leadership.

Signor de Medici, I wonder, do
you have any suggestions?

Perhaps this board
has grown too large.

We can do more with less.

Unless some members would be
willing to relinquish

a portion of their sizeable salaries
for the good of Florence?

Excellent.

I trust the details
are secure in your hands.

(Retches)

The sickness to your
stomach will pass.

(Coughs)

My alchemists continually tinker
with their recipe

for oil of vitriol.

They never get it right.

When I was a young man,

a Chinese delegation
came to Italy,

bearing many treasures.

But their most precious gift

was teaching their art of
preserving human bodies.

The use of antimony salts
in embalming fluid.

Inspired!

Where is Piero?

Intact...

for the time being.

The human body always reminds me
of our Italian peninsula.

Such a complex assembly
of delicate parts,

each one with a purpose.

Yet every now and then...

one brings down the others.

For the rest of
the organism to thrive,

a steady and unwavering hand is
called upon to remove...

..the infected piece.

King Ferrante...

you may see Florence
as a disease.

But if you'll allow me
to speak on her behalf...

What's more to say?

The Holy Father himself
decreed your city...

unbecoming in
the eyes of the Lord.

Pope Sixtus has overreached, as
he has in the past.

The Duke of Milan was murdered
at his behest.

Even my own brother, Giuliano,

slaughtered in a house
of worship on holy Easter Sunday.

Popes come and go.

I choose my alliances for the safety
and glory of my own kingdom.

Then side with Florence!

You seek to curb
Ottoman incursions.

You fear the French will renew
their claims to Naples.

I fear no one.

Not that dandy French king.

Or an Ottoman infidel
eyeing our shores.

You speak of fear?

I will show you fear.

(Distant chanting
and drums beating)

(Chanting intensifies)

(Speaks Quechua)

He looks fancy.

(Chanting)

(Crowd gasps)

Whatever's about
to happen...

..she's not happy
about it.

Yeah. That makes two of us.

(Crowd chanting): Kaliari!

Kaliari.

What am I supposed to do?

"Kaliari".

I think they want us
to choose.

I saw this in Mali.

It's a ritual to determine
your value to the tribe.

You must choose an item

to identify your place
among them.

(PRIEST) Kaliari!

Then I choose to be
a warrior!

Amongst warriors!

(Crowd cheers)

I am pleased you honored
our accord.

Why would I do otherwise?

Because you broke
the deal

you made with Portinari
and Sassetti.

So I cannot help wonder when
your word means something.

I tested them
to lure them out.

But I could not be bound

to any vow that might harm
your interests.

Well, I...

I'm impressed.

Thank you.

You take vows
very seriously.

As do I.

But when others do not
honor their promises,

neither should you feel bound to
anything but your own interests.

Duly noted.

I will not discuss the matter
unless you bring it up.

I await your pleasure.

(Groans)

Welcome to my black museum.

Every piece here was prepared
and arranged by my own hands.

Their faces bear the mark
of their final moment on our earth.

Here it is on display.

Fear - for my amusement.

Why would you do
such a thing?

Every piece here became
part of my collection by their own hand.

Each of them was in the position
you are now in,

Lorenzo.

Held against his will
by a mad king?

I am a king, yes.

All the same,
I rule by divine right.

So all must earn a seat
at my table.

How?

Call it a game.

You are a hunter,
are you not?

My brother more than me.

My game requires
exceptional skill.

What do you say?

Does Florence have
a champion in you?

Or are you just
another pretender?

I will accept any sick measure
you cast my way.

Wonderful.

I await your attempt
to demonstrate true merit.

Or die like the rest.

What choice?

Da Vinci?

You're cleverer than I am.

I don't know.
What?

I don't know, I don't know.
Perhaps if I had more time.

Then like our Lord...
Come on!

..I drink from his chalice.

(Speaks Quechua)

(Cheering)

At least there's only one choice left.
We may get out alive.

No, that can't be
all there is.

They're too advanced
for that.

The thin air's gotten to you.
We're gonna be alright.

There's got to be more to it
than a process of elimination, Zo.

Fuck, I'm missing something!
Then fucking figure it out!

He wants us dead.

You need us to succeed.

Of course.

The only time an exotic beauty
chooses me over you,

it's the death-dealing one.

Pai.
Pai, good.

There's nothing advanced
about these monsters.

They're just playing
with their fucking food.

(Crowd chants)

Oh, fuck.

Oh, Jesus. Fuck...

(Shouts)

(Crowd gasps)

(Speaks Quechua)

Okay. Fuck.

Are you sure about this?

What the fuck are you doing?

Kalsai.

Kalsai.

(CROWD CHANTS)
Kalsai! Kalsai!

Life.

That's the answer they seek.

(Speaks Quechua)

Leonardo Da Vinci.

She knows my name.

She knows my name!

(Grunts)

Zo?

Nico!

You little pizzle!
Nico!

Oh, it is so good to see you!

That shipwreck, I knew
it'd take more than that to sink him.

How did you survive?

Not everyone abandoned him.

Shitheel.

Let him.

Get up. Get up!

I tried to take
your life, so...

..I understand your desire
to do the same.

But today, we are united
by the hand of the divine.

No, Don't!

Out of my way, Nico, he
deserves every bit of this!

I can't let you.
After what he did?

Left me to drown,
tortured you.

Why does this prick
deserve mercy?

If the Lord wanted him dead, he
would've taken him at sea.

What?

God spared us all.

That is a sign that we must
join together to achieve our goal.

Who the fuck is we?
He's right.

It's us against them.
No, no.

Count.

Artista.

(Spits)

Our prayers for deliverance
have been answered.

Today, we are blessed.

This is blessed?
Yes.

Yes, it is. I live by faith.

For weeks, we have been held
captive thousands of miles

from home atop this mountain
with no hope of escape, then...

..he sends you.

But...

if we put our minds
to freedom, Da Vinci,

the wisdom of the
Book of Leaves will be ours.

The Book of Leaves...

..is not meant
for just you and I.

The Book of Leaves
will save us all.

(RIARIO) You understand us.

He learns our tongue.

Is it so impossible
that I could speak yours?

It creates
many questions.

I am Ima Kama,

High Priestess of
the Children of the Sun.

And I shall answer
all questions.

But only to you.

Why me?

Your face is one
I've seen before.

(Door clangs)

(Moans in ecstasy)

Christ, I needed that!

These markings tell
the story of my people.

We have no need to travel
the seas as you do.

And yet, somehow, you learned to
speak our language.

You are not the first
of your kind to arrive.

They came here when
I was just a little girl.

We called them the Sun
and the Moon.

Who are they?

The man was dark as night,

with images etched
into his skin.

The Abyssinian.

He aided me on my journey
to this place.

And the woman?

Bright and warm
as the sun.

She saved me from
being sacrificed.

She used her knowledge
to heal my wounds.

And set me on the path
to High Priestess.

The day she left here,

she told me you would
follow in her path.

It is her face I see
in yours, Leonardo.

My mother.

She was here.

Caterina lived among us
for many days and nights.

And she taught me
your tongue.

She spoke of her vow
to see you again

once her task was done.

She came for
the Book of Leaves.

Your mother and the Book
of Leaves saved my life.

It's real.

It's real! It's real!

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