Da Vinci's Demons (2013–2015): Season 2, Episode 9 - The Enemies of Man - full transcript
Leonardo returns to a changed Florence - not all is as it seems. What will become of a changed Riario?
Leonardo.
It speaks with
my mother's voice!
Don't take the book away
from my people.
There was no book.
Duke Federico
surrounds Florence.
Perhaps it is time to strike.
Lorenzo di Medici.
What a priceless opportunity
to discuss your surrender.
She was your mother.
This is where faith
has carried me.
What personal business would
the son of the Sultan
have with the prized mistress
of Lorenzo di Medici,
Signora Donati?
You came here expecting peace?
Rid my house of this filth.
We shall soon know the truth
without laying a hand upon you.
How could that device
be built without
the knowledge
of the Book of Leaves?
Leo, it's a miracle!
The quest is far from over.
♪ DaVinci's Demons 2x09 ♪ The Enemies of
Man Original Air Date on May 17, 2014
♪
(RIARIO) As I recall,
the mechanism was only
minimally damaged.
Your talent for
compounding disaster
is truly impressive.
I have compounded nothing.
In order to repair it,
I had to take it apart
to examine its inner workings.
Without access
to the correct tools...
(Groans in frustration)
I will get it functioning again.
Possibly.
But you would be wiser to
forsake this fatal quest
and resume your
artistic endeavors.
You sound like my maestro.
Return to him, Da Vinci.
As I will return to mine.
You're going back to Rome?
Without the Church, I...
Well, I'm nothing.
I will place myself entirely
at the Pope's mercy.
You do realize...
Sixtus may show you none?
Perhaps that's what I deserve
for worshiping false idols.
(MAN) Land ho!
It's felt surprisingly
civilized to be your ally.
Well, we may have survived
this journey together.
But in a few moments,
any alliance we may have had
will come to an end.
(SOOTHSAYER)
Where are you from?
Florence.
Who sent you here?
(Echoes)
The Pope.
What is your name?
Lucrezia... Donati.
Where are you from?
Florence.
Who sent you here?
The Pope.
What is your name?
Lucrezia Donati.
Where are you from?
Florence.
Who sent you here?
The Pope.
What is your name?
Lucrezia...
Where are you from?
Florence.
Who sent you here?
The Pope.
What is your name?
Lucrezia...
Where are you from?
Who sent you here?
What is your name?
What does it matter?
Day after day, you've asked me
the same three questions,
over and over again -
it's insanity.
Where are you from?
Florence.
Who sent you here?
Pope Sixtus...
Bishop of Rome...
Holy Father of
the Christian Church.
His Holiness sends
an invitation to parley.
As I've already told you,
my father only seeks peace.
Where are you sending him?
What's happening?
Signora Donati?
I gather you have finally
revealed your truth to us.
You seem to think that this
slave woman is an oracle.
But she has asked me
only the same questions
and I have given her
only the same answers.
That's where you're wrong.
With each answer, a prisoner
gives slight variations.
A word changed here or there,
a hesitation at someone's name.
What have you discovered?
There are two popes.
One remains hidden,
he is her father.
He seeks no peace.
He seeks war.
(Thunder crashes)
Ah, Florence, you wretched hive
of shit and sin!
I have fucking missed you!
Is it after curfew?
It shouldn't be.
The lamps in Giotto's tower
are dark.
Something's amiss.
Exactly! I'm not drunk yet.
There you and I agree.
Come on, painter,
our first round's on me.
That'll be the fucking day!
When I've finished my maps...
Listen! ..of the New World,
my Pisan friend Cristoforo will
make me a rich man.
You two go along without me.
There's someone I must see.
Great.
One way or another,
I knew that fate
would bring you home.
Maestro.
It's so good to see you.
And you, my boy.
It's wonderful to know
that you're both still alive.
I've something to show you.
Before you do, Leo...
I know you've always believed my
quest is foolish fire, but...
I need your help.
Now, we found this
in the city made of stone.
What in God's name...
It's a Brazen Head.
That's impossible.
It's just a myth.
No, it's very real.
This device, its machinations
are like nothing I've ever seen.
(Voices in street)
We must hide it.
Andrea, I need your help.
Stop. There's
something you must know.
They came in here!
There they are.
Oh, for fuck's sake.
We've literally just got back.
So tell Captain Dragonetti
he can save his harassment
until tomorrow.
No need. Things have changed in
your absence, artista.
I'm captain now.
He hey.
What's happened?
I was trying to tell you, my boy.
This place is no longer home.
(BLACK MARTIN) Bring these two
to the palace.
(Woman screaming)
(Sobbing and wailing)
Signora?
Who did this to you?
I did.
Welcome home, artista.
I wondered when Florence's famed
war engineer would turn up.
Not quite the challenge
I expected.
Why are you here?
For money.
The Holy Father paid my forces
a tidy sum to take Florence.
Where's Lorenzo?
He's gone to undo Naples'
alliance with Rome.
You still believe that tale?
It's more likely he's taken
another mistress.
And slithered off to the safety
of France or Spain.
Lorenzo would never
abandon Florence.
Yet here I am,
sitting in his throne
among his many luxuries.
His blade.
It looks valuable.
I know this piece.
It's a bit smaller
than I remember.
Old Cosimo's sword he bequeathed
to his grandsons.
How'd you get your hands on it?
I swore to follow
its instructions.
"Freedom of the people"?
Look what freedom you
and Lorenzo have
achieved for your people.
The fight's not over yet.
Lorenzo will return.
Of course he will.
Where else will we bury him?
(Sighs)
Your obstinacy
is becoming tedious.
If you simply point
to where you relocated
your bank's golden stockpile,
you and your family
will be allowed
to live out the rest
of your days
on a small plot of land.
Well, it is safely hidden behind
the walls of Florence.
That's a lie.
We've searched every
corner of the city.
Impossible.
What if I told you
that Duke Federico
sacked your beloved Florence...
at my behest?
Perhaps you should ask someone
with direct knowledge
of the situation.
The soul survivor
of your own militia.
You're Bianchi's boy,
are you not?
His youngest son.
I'm now his only son.
You have served
your republic well.
Aargh!
I beg to differ.
Here lies proof, Lorenzo,
that all Florence
is under our command.
Its citizens, your daughters...
your wife.
Perhaps under Federico,
she will finally bear a son.
You kill me...
and I swear, the Medici wealth
will forever remain
beyond your grasp.
The men who guard it are
the only people, save myself,
who know its location.
They will die before you ever
lay a hand on a single florin.
Usurer.
You are no better than
heathens, Turks or Jews.
But I will willingly give
all the Medici gold to you...
Your Grace,
if you can guarantee the safety
of my republic and its citizens.
What balls!
Our forces control
all of Tuscany.
Alfonso, serious discussions are
no place for children.
We will find their gold
eventually.
Remove yourself!
I remind Your Majesty,
we are already allied.
This is not a negotiation.
He is offering to make me
the richest man in Italy.
This just became a negotiation.
Nico?
Nico!
Vanessa!
Leo!
There you are!
I knew you wouldn't stay gone.
(Chuckles)
Oh, look at you.
Look at you.
The physic said
I'm due any day now.
Those monsters
keeping you in here?
Do they know you carry
Giuliano's child?
They don't care.
Oh!
Hey, hey!
Move!
You need medical attention?
Da Vinci!
Yes.
You should be honored.
Why?
The Duke has sent
his personal torturers
to have a word with you.
Look at you,
making yourself at home.
My husband has been pacing
the halls for hours.
But you seem vigorous as ever.
Well, you know I have
a robust appetite.
Indeed.
I must say, I'm very happy
to see you clean shaven.
As you remember.
Mm.
(Gasps)
(Grunts)
For weeks, I have
imagined this moment.
I rejoice that
it has finally arrived.
Why are you here, Girolamo?
Because you're the true hand
of God on earth.
Because I was a fool to believe
I could gain the Lord's grace
by following my father.
I throw myself entirely
at your mercy.
I beg you for your forgiveness.
Rise.
My own father would have taken
the lash to me or worse.
You'll never know how your
absolution soothes my soul.
There is no absolution.
Not from me.
You stood by as your father
murdered my child.
You commanded
Lucrezia to whore herself
in the name of a false pope!
(Sobs)
I will do whatever
you require to restore you
to your rightful place...
to expose my father,
to put an end to
all the suffering
we've brought upon
the world in God's name.
This will not be an end
of suffering, Girolamo.
Not for you.
Your suffering will not end
until the day you die!
If what you seek is forgiveness,
then I suggest you look
elsewhere.
I cannot serve my father.
If you will not take me...
I have nothing.
"Nothing" is what you deserve.
(Sobs)
You're the sodomite?
You might actually enjoy this.
(Groans)
Da Vinci?
Yes?
I always wanted to meet you.
Though perhaps under different
circumstances.
Carlo di Medici, Cosimo's son.
Yes.
A bastard, like yourself, I believe.
So I've been told.
I returned to aid my family...
rather unsuccessfully.
Well, is there no one left
who can fight for Florence?
There may be some,
hidden in the shadows.
But those who can fight
have been jailed.
Or worse.
(Distant wailing and screaming)
I'm feeling hoggish.
Get us one more.
The Duke knows his business.
It's not every day we see
torturers with these credentials.
This way.
Move.
It would be an honor
if you let me watch.
The painter and I
have some history.
I'd love it if you'd allow me
to deliver the opening blow.
Torture is a learned art.
But we may allow you,
if you are willing to...
fondle our balls.
Urgh!
(Chuckles)
How the...
It's a gift.
Oh, we must release him as well.
He's a Medici.
Right, now, put this on.
What about the others?
No time.
They'll figure us out
unless we leave now.
You're more use to them outside
of these walls Da Vinci.
Put this on.
The loyalists are holed up
at the Barking Dog.
(Shouting)
Those fucking dogs are out for
blood tonight.
They're looking for us, Leo.
We've got to get out
of Florence,
They'll turn this city upside
down till they find us.
We're not leaving Florence.
We have to take the city back.
You're out of your mind.
He's right.
Captain Dragonetti.
Not since they stripped me
of my title.
The Officers of the Night.
Some of those are still
your own men.
Traitors.
How is she?
Da Vinci confirms Clarice is still alive.
I failed her and the whole city.
There must be a way
of winning the city back.
Duke Federico.
His men work for money.
Take him out, they'll disperse.
The Duke's no fool.
He's covered
all points of entry.
The palace can't
be impenetrable.
I may have a way.
One Urbino may not think
to guard.
There's a grated opening
that provides ventilation
for the blacksmith's forge.
And you'd enter the furnace?
It leads up the chimney
to the roof.
What if the forge is lit? You'd
be broiled alive.
I've examined the entire palace
structure for weaknesses,
there are none.
And yet three assassins entered
through windows just weeks ago.
Windows?
The clerestory windows.
The ones in the roof.
They open up to the bedrooms,
the gallery and the great hall.
That may work.
You'll never reach them
without being spotted.
I need these items:
Zo, eight planks of wood,
as pliable as possible.
I'm not wandering the streets.
They're searching for us.
I need a ten pound iron weight,
the bladder
of a freshly-killed cow,
and some spongia soporifica.
You'd poison their food?
They're trained mercenaries.
They avoid traps like
this by eating in shifts.
They don't breathe in shifts.
Fumes?
Exactly. Hit them from above
and knock them out.
Sorry. Sorry,
with all due respect,
how are we gonna
infiltrate a palace
guarded by the most
brutal soldiers in Italy?
Creatively.
Relieve your thirst.
Now you offer me help.
No, wait.
I did help you.
You wanted them to know about
your father, did you not?
Your only mission was
to get the son of the Sultan to Rome.
Once that was accomplished, the
outcome was all but assured.
If Bayezid is killed,
the result is war.
If he is imprisoned, war again.
If he is dishonored
and dismissed...
retaliation will be required.
The only outcome that would
undo your father's plan,
is if the pretender
were to consider peace.
Which is an impossibility.
When my father regains
his position,
and all of Italy
are united behind him,
he will restore peace.
Yes.
He will.
The dead are always peaceful.
I trust you are
as happy to see me
as I am to see you.
I suppose even King Arthur
won a battle or two
with witchcraft.
Arthur had a magician
at his disposal.
And you are?
I'm just a man.
With varied interests,
like your father, Cosimo.
Duke Federico has more men
outside the city gates.
If we fail to deliver
your concoction,
they'll execute us all.
We won't fail.
The trajectories
of flying objects
is something I've become
increasingly versed in of late.
This...
This armature â" it employs a
semi-elliptical lead spring.
Which improves upon the model of
any catapult those mercenaries
would have encountered in the past.
You are like my father.
I'd wager you're just
as interested in the Book of Leaves.
I've heard of it.
We've got a problem!
Dragonetti,
Vespucci and your friend,
the Duke's soldiers
just caught them
taking wood for your catapult.
We have to help them.
Da Vinci, wait!
You'll fail.
Oh, fuck! Fuck!
The palace can be breached.
That furnace.
Yes.
The grate providing ventilation
for the blacksmith's forge.
Dragonetti said that
was too dangerous.
He did.
But he's no bastard.
This way. This way.
It's warm.
We only have a few moments
before it's hot enough
to cook us through.
After you.
You, girl.
Come with me.
You!
She's pregnant, you pig.
Her mouth isn't pregnant.
I may not win this fight.
But you may not leave this cell
with all of your parts.
(Laughs)
Get up, you little shit.
I bet you're not even
the one who stuck it in her.
Shit!
Nico, are you okay?
It's alright.
(Grunting)
Aargh!
(Grunting and straining)
Thank you.
Are you ready?
Okay.
Let's go.
(Coughing and spluttering)
Oh.
Thank you.
Are you alright?
I will be when this is over.
Get to the great hall.
(MAN) More wine!
(Lewd laughter)
Oh, yeah! Ohh!
(Men cheering) Sure you don't want
a taste?
Soon enough, you'll give
yourself to me willingly.
It's the only way I'll have you.
Signore, the Florentine rebels
that we caught.
That one's caused me lots
of grief since we arrived.
(Cheering)
Yes, I've taken shits more
impressive than these two.
What do you think? Shall we have
some entertainment?
(Cheering)
More wine!
More wine, come on.
(Chuckles)
Ruff! Ruff!
(Fizzing)
Clarice?
Carlo? You took long enough.
It's okay.
It's okay.
(Laughter)
We only need one
of them to dangle
in front of the city
as an example.
Let's leave it up to them to choose.
Yeah!
100 on the skinny one!
(Shouting)
They expect us to fight?
To the death,
for their amusement.
Well, they're fucking mad!
Especially if they bet on you.
You'll be dead
before second course.
You would kill me?
(Shouts of encouragement)
(Yells)
Go on!
Who's the cum-chucker now?
Wait, look!
What in God's name is that?
Leo.
Wait!
Bastard!
(Coughing and spluttering)
(Groans)
(Coughs)
(Yells)
You're a sly little
swordsman for a painter.
That the best you can do?
Oh, nearly.
Why do I keep fucking
missing you?
One eye, maybe?
Well, you said it yourself,
I'm a sly little
swordsman for a painter.
And you've got one weakness that I've
been forced to exploit.
You lack perspective.
Da Vinci, stay your hand!
Tell him, woman.
I'm the Duke of Urbino.
There'll be a tribunal.
My fate won't be decided
by some Florentine bastard.
I'll be judged by my
fellow heads of state.
That you will.
Guilty.
(Water splashing)
(Gasps)
Why are you doing this?
To prepare you,
for what comes next.
I will embrace your mercy
that you granted.
Or if you so desire,
I will embrace my penance.
(Mutters)
(Music and cheering)
(Cheering)
(Cheering)
(Celebrations continue outside)
Duke Federico's men
have abandoned the city.
I thank you, Leonardo.
Anyone would have done
the same in my position.
Where does this
humility come from?
It doesn't suit you.
I've had an enlightening
few months, Signora.
As have I.
I believe this is yours.
I may carry it but it
belongs to your husband.
There's a reason Lorenzo
wanted you to have it.
Leo, my boy!
Oh. I'm sorry, Signora.
I won't keep him long
but he must come with me at once.
I have something to show you.
Your Grace.
In our conversation
last night, we...
we found that we both
have something of value
to offer each other.
Please accept my offer
to share my good fortune
with Naples
and our successes
will know no bounds.
Your Grace, will you...?
It seems as if my father's
desire to negotiate
has cooled.
My father valued power
above all else.
He taught me well.
His cruelty prepared me
for this moment.
He was going to accept
your offer.
But in the end
I could not allow
that to happen.
Join me, my queen.
Would you be so kind as
to tell your old friend
the King's verdict?
King Alfonso pledges to
act as the sword of Rome
rejecting your offer
of alliance.
I look forward to our
deepening communion, Your Highness.
Now, Lorenzo,
shall we discuss
the pending matter of your gold?
Well, this is all foreign to me.
For the first time, my boy,
I think there may be something
to this Book of Leaves of yours.
Oh.
Well, what happened
to foolish fire?
Well, perhaps
the only fool is me.
Well, this device runs
using gold helical springs.
Right.
As luck would have it,
my experience as a goldsmith
has allowed me
to repair this wonder.
I took a closer look at the
circular discs inside the mechanism.
Yes.
And you can see
these curious grooves
and ridges etched into them
like a sculpture.
I realized that they must
have been chiseled in.
With amazing precision.
Yes.
And this needle-like piece when placed
upon the corresponding grooves
moved along at a steady pace.
(Slow speech)
The resulting combination
created sound.
My mother's message.
Yes. In its entirety.
Leonardo, my dearest.
I was betrayed.
I could not keep
the Book of Leaves here.
The only way you
will find its location
is if you give
up your quest for me.
You must beware
of The Labyrinth.
Beware the Enemies of Man.
They are everywhere.
So is that...
Is that... that's all?
I expected more.
There is.
If you're truly listening.
Leonardo, my dearest.
♪ (Notes)
I was betrayed.
♪ (Notes)
I could not keep the Book of Leaves here.
♪ (Notes)
The only way you will...
There are other hidden ridges.
Other channels.
Those musical tones
in the background.
You've been trying to decode
a message in your mother's voice
but beyond the voice...
♪ (Notes) Leonardo my dearest...
There's a code in the music.
The words are
smoke and mirrors, Leo.
Like everything we do.
Yes.
Paints on canvas.
But in the end, what are we but
masters of illusion?
And my mother is...
One of us. She's one of us.
What separates us from the
garment maker and the stone mason?
Ideas.
Vibrant colors,
yes, but beneath them,
out of sight
from the untrained eye,
meaning.
Girolamo Riario.
You were dead.
Now you're born again.
Who are you?
We are the Enemies of Man.
(Musical chimes
and one flat note)
Heard of the Spanish
theorist Ramos de Pareja?
No.
He translated musical
notation into a 21-letter system
as a way of
spelling words with notes.
Do you know, all these years,
I never knew
you could read music.
I learnt to play
the lute when I was eight.
There was a girl involved.
Naturally.
And a boy.
Of course.
You never took the simple path.
Look, look, look,
What, what, what?
These notes correspond
to the same three words in Latin
repeated again and again.
Liber. Domus. Parvulus.
Book. Home.
And child.
But what does it mean?
It means my mother's alive.
She left the vault
with the Book of Leaves
and took it somewhere
she knew I would find it.
A child's home.
It's my childhood home.
It's in Vinci.
Oh...
Right.
I'll ready some horses.
You're not coming with me.
After all the nonsense this quest
of yours has put me through,
how could I not?
I heard you.
I had faith that you
still thought of me.
And you do.
You do.
A fascinating device.
Yes. It's one I picked up
on my recent travels.
A precious gift
from your mother.
How...
She's a lot like you.
And just the same, she too will pay
for the sins of Daedalus.
What did you just say?
I have said enough!
(Cries out)
I knew Caterina for years.
She spoke in codes.
You'll realize soon enough Vinci
is not what she meant.
You?
You're The Labyrinth?
We go by many names.
The Bible describes the Devil
as a serpent lying in wait.
That would be fitting.
Except there's only one serpent
and we are as plentiful
as blades of grass.
Your...
your father Cosimo
was a Son of Mithras.
Right until the day
I took his life.
They came here when I
was just a little girl.
We call them the Sun
and the Moon.
The man was dark as night.
It was you.
As I claimed the book
from the Vault of Heaven
your mother took it
from me and vanished.
She's good at that.
Disappearing.
Like you we've searched for her.
She has eluded our grasp
at every turn.
But she made a mistake.
She left us one last way
to find the book,
one last map.
She left us you.
And you just fulfilled
your destiny, Da Vinci.
You led us right to it.
Is everything alright?
(Gasping)
I heard a commotion.
Leo.
No...
No, run. Run.
Run. Run.
What have you done to him?
Answer me!
(Screams) No!
(Sobs)
Who's in there?
Call the guards!
Guards!
Quickly!
(Grunts)
It's alright...
Oh, Maestro.
I will fix this.
Maestro.
I swear to you.
I will make this right.
I know you will, my boy.
You know no other way.
(Sobs)
♪
It speaks with
my mother's voice!
Don't take the book away
from my people.
There was no book.
Duke Federico
surrounds Florence.
Perhaps it is time to strike.
Lorenzo di Medici.
What a priceless opportunity
to discuss your surrender.
She was your mother.
This is where faith
has carried me.
What personal business would
the son of the Sultan
have with the prized mistress
of Lorenzo di Medici,
Signora Donati?
You came here expecting peace?
Rid my house of this filth.
We shall soon know the truth
without laying a hand upon you.
How could that device
be built without
the knowledge
of the Book of Leaves?
Leo, it's a miracle!
The quest is far from over.
♪ DaVinci's Demons 2x09 ♪ The Enemies of
Man Original Air Date on May 17, 2014
♪
(RIARIO) As I recall,
the mechanism was only
minimally damaged.
Your talent for
compounding disaster
is truly impressive.
I have compounded nothing.
In order to repair it,
I had to take it apart
to examine its inner workings.
Without access
to the correct tools...
(Groans in frustration)
I will get it functioning again.
Possibly.
But you would be wiser to
forsake this fatal quest
and resume your
artistic endeavors.
You sound like my maestro.
Return to him, Da Vinci.
As I will return to mine.
You're going back to Rome?
Without the Church, I...
Well, I'm nothing.
I will place myself entirely
at the Pope's mercy.
You do realize...
Sixtus may show you none?
Perhaps that's what I deserve
for worshiping false idols.
(MAN) Land ho!
It's felt surprisingly
civilized to be your ally.
Well, we may have survived
this journey together.
But in a few moments,
any alliance we may have had
will come to an end.
(SOOTHSAYER)
Where are you from?
Florence.
Who sent you here?
(Echoes)
The Pope.
What is your name?
Lucrezia... Donati.
Where are you from?
Florence.
Who sent you here?
The Pope.
What is your name?
Lucrezia Donati.
Where are you from?
Florence.
Who sent you here?
The Pope.
What is your name?
Lucrezia...
Where are you from?
Florence.
Who sent you here?
The Pope.
What is your name?
Lucrezia...
Where are you from?
Who sent you here?
What is your name?
What does it matter?
Day after day, you've asked me
the same three questions,
over and over again -
it's insanity.
Where are you from?
Florence.
Who sent you here?
Pope Sixtus...
Bishop of Rome...
Holy Father of
the Christian Church.
His Holiness sends
an invitation to parley.
As I've already told you,
my father only seeks peace.
Where are you sending him?
What's happening?
Signora Donati?
I gather you have finally
revealed your truth to us.
You seem to think that this
slave woman is an oracle.
But she has asked me
only the same questions
and I have given her
only the same answers.
That's where you're wrong.
With each answer, a prisoner
gives slight variations.
A word changed here or there,
a hesitation at someone's name.
What have you discovered?
There are two popes.
One remains hidden,
he is her father.
He seeks no peace.
He seeks war.
(Thunder crashes)
Ah, Florence, you wretched hive
of shit and sin!
I have fucking missed you!
Is it after curfew?
It shouldn't be.
The lamps in Giotto's tower
are dark.
Something's amiss.
Exactly! I'm not drunk yet.
There you and I agree.
Come on, painter,
our first round's on me.
That'll be the fucking day!
When I've finished my maps...
Listen! ..of the New World,
my Pisan friend Cristoforo will
make me a rich man.
You two go along without me.
There's someone I must see.
Great.
One way or another,
I knew that fate
would bring you home.
Maestro.
It's so good to see you.
And you, my boy.
It's wonderful to know
that you're both still alive.
I've something to show you.
Before you do, Leo...
I know you've always believed my
quest is foolish fire, but...
I need your help.
Now, we found this
in the city made of stone.
What in God's name...
It's a Brazen Head.
That's impossible.
It's just a myth.
No, it's very real.
This device, its machinations
are like nothing I've ever seen.
(Voices in street)
We must hide it.
Andrea, I need your help.
Stop. There's
something you must know.
They came in here!
There they are.
Oh, for fuck's sake.
We've literally just got back.
So tell Captain Dragonetti
he can save his harassment
until tomorrow.
No need. Things have changed in
your absence, artista.
I'm captain now.
He hey.
What's happened?
I was trying to tell you, my boy.
This place is no longer home.
(BLACK MARTIN) Bring these two
to the palace.
(Woman screaming)
(Sobbing and wailing)
Signora?
Who did this to you?
I did.
Welcome home, artista.
I wondered when Florence's famed
war engineer would turn up.
Not quite the challenge
I expected.
Why are you here?
For money.
The Holy Father paid my forces
a tidy sum to take Florence.
Where's Lorenzo?
He's gone to undo Naples'
alliance with Rome.
You still believe that tale?
It's more likely he's taken
another mistress.
And slithered off to the safety
of France or Spain.
Lorenzo would never
abandon Florence.
Yet here I am,
sitting in his throne
among his many luxuries.
His blade.
It looks valuable.
I know this piece.
It's a bit smaller
than I remember.
Old Cosimo's sword he bequeathed
to his grandsons.
How'd you get your hands on it?
I swore to follow
its instructions.
"Freedom of the people"?
Look what freedom you
and Lorenzo have
achieved for your people.
The fight's not over yet.
Lorenzo will return.
Of course he will.
Where else will we bury him?
(Sighs)
Your obstinacy
is becoming tedious.
If you simply point
to where you relocated
your bank's golden stockpile,
you and your family
will be allowed
to live out the rest
of your days
on a small plot of land.
Well, it is safely hidden behind
the walls of Florence.
That's a lie.
We've searched every
corner of the city.
Impossible.
What if I told you
that Duke Federico
sacked your beloved Florence...
at my behest?
Perhaps you should ask someone
with direct knowledge
of the situation.
The soul survivor
of your own militia.
You're Bianchi's boy,
are you not?
His youngest son.
I'm now his only son.
You have served
your republic well.
Aargh!
I beg to differ.
Here lies proof, Lorenzo,
that all Florence
is under our command.
Its citizens, your daughters...
your wife.
Perhaps under Federico,
she will finally bear a son.
You kill me...
and I swear, the Medici wealth
will forever remain
beyond your grasp.
The men who guard it are
the only people, save myself,
who know its location.
They will die before you ever
lay a hand on a single florin.
Usurer.
You are no better than
heathens, Turks or Jews.
But I will willingly give
all the Medici gold to you...
Your Grace,
if you can guarantee the safety
of my republic and its citizens.
What balls!
Our forces control
all of Tuscany.
Alfonso, serious discussions are
no place for children.
We will find their gold
eventually.
Remove yourself!
I remind Your Majesty,
we are already allied.
This is not a negotiation.
He is offering to make me
the richest man in Italy.
This just became a negotiation.
Nico?
Nico!
Vanessa!
Leo!
There you are!
I knew you wouldn't stay gone.
(Chuckles)
Oh, look at you.
Look at you.
The physic said
I'm due any day now.
Those monsters
keeping you in here?
Do they know you carry
Giuliano's child?
They don't care.
Oh!
Hey, hey!
Move!
You need medical attention?
Da Vinci!
Yes.
You should be honored.
Why?
The Duke has sent
his personal torturers
to have a word with you.
Look at you,
making yourself at home.
My husband has been pacing
the halls for hours.
But you seem vigorous as ever.
Well, you know I have
a robust appetite.
Indeed.
I must say, I'm very happy
to see you clean shaven.
As you remember.
Mm.
(Gasps)
(Grunts)
For weeks, I have
imagined this moment.
I rejoice that
it has finally arrived.
Why are you here, Girolamo?
Because you're the true hand
of God on earth.
Because I was a fool to believe
I could gain the Lord's grace
by following my father.
I throw myself entirely
at your mercy.
I beg you for your forgiveness.
Rise.
My own father would have taken
the lash to me or worse.
You'll never know how your
absolution soothes my soul.
There is no absolution.
Not from me.
You stood by as your father
murdered my child.
You commanded
Lucrezia to whore herself
in the name of a false pope!
(Sobs)
I will do whatever
you require to restore you
to your rightful place...
to expose my father,
to put an end to
all the suffering
we've brought upon
the world in God's name.
This will not be an end
of suffering, Girolamo.
Not for you.
Your suffering will not end
until the day you die!
If what you seek is forgiveness,
then I suggest you look
elsewhere.
I cannot serve my father.
If you will not take me...
I have nothing.
"Nothing" is what you deserve.
(Sobs)
You're the sodomite?
You might actually enjoy this.
(Groans)
Da Vinci?
Yes?
I always wanted to meet you.
Though perhaps under different
circumstances.
Carlo di Medici, Cosimo's son.
Yes.
A bastard, like yourself, I believe.
So I've been told.
I returned to aid my family...
rather unsuccessfully.
Well, is there no one left
who can fight for Florence?
There may be some,
hidden in the shadows.
But those who can fight
have been jailed.
Or worse.
(Distant wailing and screaming)
I'm feeling hoggish.
Get us one more.
The Duke knows his business.
It's not every day we see
torturers with these credentials.
This way.
Move.
It would be an honor
if you let me watch.
The painter and I
have some history.
I'd love it if you'd allow me
to deliver the opening blow.
Torture is a learned art.
But we may allow you,
if you are willing to...
fondle our balls.
Urgh!
(Chuckles)
How the...
It's a gift.
Oh, we must release him as well.
He's a Medici.
Right, now, put this on.
What about the others?
No time.
They'll figure us out
unless we leave now.
You're more use to them outside
of these walls Da Vinci.
Put this on.
The loyalists are holed up
at the Barking Dog.
(Shouting)
Those fucking dogs are out for
blood tonight.
They're looking for us, Leo.
We've got to get out
of Florence,
They'll turn this city upside
down till they find us.
We're not leaving Florence.
We have to take the city back.
You're out of your mind.
He's right.
Captain Dragonetti.
Not since they stripped me
of my title.
The Officers of the Night.
Some of those are still
your own men.
Traitors.
How is she?
Da Vinci confirms Clarice is still alive.
I failed her and the whole city.
There must be a way
of winning the city back.
Duke Federico.
His men work for money.
Take him out, they'll disperse.
The Duke's no fool.
He's covered
all points of entry.
The palace can't
be impenetrable.
I may have a way.
One Urbino may not think
to guard.
There's a grated opening
that provides ventilation
for the blacksmith's forge.
And you'd enter the furnace?
It leads up the chimney
to the roof.
What if the forge is lit? You'd
be broiled alive.
I've examined the entire palace
structure for weaknesses,
there are none.
And yet three assassins entered
through windows just weeks ago.
Windows?
The clerestory windows.
The ones in the roof.
They open up to the bedrooms,
the gallery and the great hall.
That may work.
You'll never reach them
without being spotted.
I need these items:
Zo, eight planks of wood,
as pliable as possible.
I'm not wandering the streets.
They're searching for us.
I need a ten pound iron weight,
the bladder
of a freshly-killed cow,
and some spongia soporifica.
You'd poison their food?
They're trained mercenaries.
They avoid traps like
this by eating in shifts.
They don't breathe in shifts.
Fumes?
Exactly. Hit them from above
and knock them out.
Sorry. Sorry,
with all due respect,
how are we gonna
infiltrate a palace
guarded by the most
brutal soldiers in Italy?
Creatively.
Relieve your thirst.
Now you offer me help.
No, wait.
I did help you.
You wanted them to know about
your father, did you not?
Your only mission was
to get the son of the Sultan to Rome.
Once that was accomplished, the
outcome was all but assured.
If Bayezid is killed,
the result is war.
If he is imprisoned, war again.
If he is dishonored
and dismissed...
retaliation will be required.
The only outcome that would
undo your father's plan,
is if the pretender
were to consider peace.
Which is an impossibility.
When my father regains
his position,
and all of Italy
are united behind him,
he will restore peace.
Yes.
He will.
The dead are always peaceful.
I trust you are
as happy to see me
as I am to see you.
I suppose even King Arthur
won a battle or two
with witchcraft.
Arthur had a magician
at his disposal.
And you are?
I'm just a man.
With varied interests,
like your father, Cosimo.
Duke Federico has more men
outside the city gates.
If we fail to deliver
your concoction,
they'll execute us all.
We won't fail.
The trajectories
of flying objects
is something I've become
increasingly versed in of late.
This...
This armature â" it employs a
semi-elliptical lead spring.
Which improves upon the model of
any catapult those mercenaries
would have encountered in the past.
You are like my father.
I'd wager you're just
as interested in the Book of Leaves.
I've heard of it.
We've got a problem!
Dragonetti,
Vespucci and your friend,
the Duke's soldiers
just caught them
taking wood for your catapult.
We have to help them.
Da Vinci, wait!
You'll fail.
Oh, fuck! Fuck!
The palace can be breached.
That furnace.
Yes.
The grate providing ventilation
for the blacksmith's forge.
Dragonetti said that
was too dangerous.
He did.
But he's no bastard.
This way. This way.
It's warm.
We only have a few moments
before it's hot enough
to cook us through.
After you.
You, girl.
Come with me.
You!
She's pregnant, you pig.
Her mouth isn't pregnant.
I may not win this fight.
But you may not leave this cell
with all of your parts.
(Laughs)
Get up, you little shit.
I bet you're not even
the one who stuck it in her.
Shit!
Nico, are you okay?
It's alright.
(Grunting)
Aargh!
(Grunting and straining)
Thank you.
Are you ready?
Okay.
Let's go.
(Coughing and spluttering)
Oh.
Thank you.
Are you alright?
I will be when this is over.
Get to the great hall.
(MAN) More wine!
(Lewd laughter)
Oh, yeah! Ohh!
(Men cheering) Sure you don't want
a taste?
Soon enough, you'll give
yourself to me willingly.
It's the only way I'll have you.
Signore, the Florentine rebels
that we caught.
That one's caused me lots
of grief since we arrived.
(Cheering)
Yes, I've taken shits more
impressive than these two.
What do you think? Shall we have
some entertainment?
(Cheering)
More wine!
More wine, come on.
(Chuckles)
Ruff! Ruff!
(Fizzing)
Clarice?
Carlo? You took long enough.
It's okay.
It's okay.
(Laughter)
We only need one
of them to dangle
in front of the city
as an example.
Let's leave it up to them to choose.
Yeah!
100 on the skinny one!
(Shouting)
They expect us to fight?
To the death,
for their amusement.
Well, they're fucking mad!
Especially if they bet on you.
You'll be dead
before second course.
You would kill me?
(Shouts of encouragement)
(Yells)
Go on!
Who's the cum-chucker now?
Wait, look!
What in God's name is that?
Leo.
Wait!
Bastard!
(Coughing and spluttering)
(Groans)
(Coughs)
(Yells)
You're a sly little
swordsman for a painter.
That the best you can do?
Oh, nearly.
Why do I keep fucking
missing you?
One eye, maybe?
Well, you said it yourself,
I'm a sly little
swordsman for a painter.
And you've got one weakness that I've
been forced to exploit.
You lack perspective.
Da Vinci, stay your hand!
Tell him, woman.
I'm the Duke of Urbino.
There'll be a tribunal.
My fate won't be decided
by some Florentine bastard.
I'll be judged by my
fellow heads of state.
That you will.
Guilty.
(Water splashing)
(Gasps)
Why are you doing this?
To prepare you,
for what comes next.
I will embrace your mercy
that you granted.
Or if you so desire,
I will embrace my penance.
(Mutters)
(Music and cheering)
(Cheering)
(Cheering)
(Celebrations continue outside)
Duke Federico's men
have abandoned the city.
I thank you, Leonardo.
Anyone would have done
the same in my position.
Where does this
humility come from?
It doesn't suit you.
I've had an enlightening
few months, Signora.
As have I.
I believe this is yours.
I may carry it but it
belongs to your husband.
There's a reason Lorenzo
wanted you to have it.
Leo, my boy!
Oh. I'm sorry, Signora.
I won't keep him long
but he must come with me at once.
I have something to show you.
Your Grace.
In our conversation
last night, we...
we found that we both
have something of value
to offer each other.
Please accept my offer
to share my good fortune
with Naples
and our successes
will know no bounds.
Your Grace, will you...?
It seems as if my father's
desire to negotiate
has cooled.
My father valued power
above all else.
He taught me well.
His cruelty prepared me
for this moment.
He was going to accept
your offer.
But in the end
I could not allow
that to happen.
Join me, my queen.
Would you be so kind as
to tell your old friend
the King's verdict?
King Alfonso pledges to
act as the sword of Rome
rejecting your offer
of alliance.
I look forward to our
deepening communion, Your Highness.
Now, Lorenzo,
shall we discuss
the pending matter of your gold?
Well, this is all foreign to me.
For the first time, my boy,
I think there may be something
to this Book of Leaves of yours.
Oh.
Well, what happened
to foolish fire?
Well, perhaps
the only fool is me.
Well, this device runs
using gold helical springs.
Right.
As luck would have it,
my experience as a goldsmith
has allowed me
to repair this wonder.
I took a closer look at the
circular discs inside the mechanism.
Yes.
And you can see
these curious grooves
and ridges etched into them
like a sculpture.
I realized that they must
have been chiseled in.
With amazing precision.
Yes.
And this needle-like piece when placed
upon the corresponding grooves
moved along at a steady pace.
(Slow speech)
The resulting combination
created sound.
My mother's message.
Yes. In its entirety.
Leonardo, my dearest.
I was betrayed.
I could not keep
the Book of Leaves here.
The only way you
will find its location
is if you give
up your quest for me.
You must beware
of The Labyrinth.
Beware the Enemies of Man.
They are everywhere.
So is that...
Is that... that's all?
I expected more.
There is.
If you're truly listening.
Leonardo, my dearest.
♪ (Notes)
I was betrayed.
♪ (Notes)
I could not keep the Book of Leaves here.
♪ (Notes)
The only way you will...
There are other hidden ridges.
Other channels.
Those musical tones
in the background.
You've been trying to decode
a message in your mother's voice
but beyond the voice...
♪ (Notes) Leonardo my dearest...
There's a code in the music.
The words are
smoke and mirrors, Leo.
Like everything we do.
Yes.
Paints on canvas.
But in the end, what are we but
masters of illusion?
And my mother is...
One of us. She's one of us.
What separates us from the
garment maker and the stone mason?
Ideas.
Vibrant colors,
yes, but beneath them,
out of sight
from the untrained eye,
meaning.
Girolamo Riario.
You were dead.
Now you're born again.
Who are you?
We are the Enemies of Man.
(Musical chimes
and one flat note)
Heard of the Spanish
theorist Ramos de Pareja?
No.
He translated musical
notation into a 21-letter system
as a way of
spelling words with notes.
Do you know, all these years,
I never knew
you could read music.
I learnt to play
the lute when I was eight.
There was a girl involved.
Naturally.
And a boy.
Of course.
You never took the simple path.
Look, look, look,
What, what, what?
These notes correspond
to the same three words in Latin
repeated again and again.
Liber. Domus. Parvulus.
Book. Home.
And child.
But what does it mean?
It means my mother's alive.
She left the vault
with the Book of Leaves
and took it somewhere
she knew I would find it.
A child's home.
It's my childhood home.
It's in Vinci.
Oh...
Right.
I'll ready some horses.
You're not coming with me.
After all the nonsense this quest
of yours has put me through,
how could I not?
I heard you.
I had faith that you
still thought of me.
And you do.
You do.
A fascinating device.
Yes. It's one I picked up
on my recent travels.
A precious gift
from your mother.
How...
She's a lot like you.
And just the same, she too will pay
for the sins of Daedalus.
What did you just say?
I have said enough!
(Cries out)
I knew Caterina for years.
She spoke in codes.
You'll realize soon enough Vinci
is not what she meant.
You?
You're The Labyrinth?
We go by many names.
The Bible describes the Devil
as a serpent lying in wait.
That would be fitting.
Except there's only one serpent
and we are as plentiful
as blades of grass.
Your...
your father Cosimo
was a Son of Mithras.
Right until the day
I took his life.
They came here when I
was just a little girl.
We call them the Sun
and the Moon.
The man was dark as night.
It was you.
As I claimed the book
from the Vault of Heaven
your mother took it
from me and vanished.
She's good at that.
Disappearing.
Like you we've searched for her.
She has eluded our grasp
at every turn.
But she made a mistake.
She left us one last way
to find the book,
one last map.
She left us you.
And you just fulfilled
your destiny, Da Vinci.
You led us right to it.
Is everything alright?
(Gasping)
I heard a commotion.
Leo.
No...
No, run. Run.
Run. Run.
What have you done to him?
Answer me!
(Screams) No!
(Sobs)
Who's in there?
Call the guards!
Guards!
Quickly!
(Grunts)
It's alright...
Oh, Maestro.
I will fix this.
Maestro.
I swear to you.
I will make this right.
I know you will, my boy.
You know no other way.
(Sobs)
♪