Da Vinci's Demons (2013–2015): Season 3, Episode 4 - The Labrys - full transcript

Zoroaster: He left me at
the gates of the Vatican,

hell-bent on getting
in bed with the pope.

Why would he
conspire with that devil?

It had to be you. You're
in league with them.

I need you to help me
bring hell to the Turks.

Girolamo: Clarice
Orsini's been murdered,

her body found crucified
in the papal bath.

You're being hunted by
Italy's most ingenious mind.

You have placed the future
of the Labyrinth in jeopardy.

The Architect: If da
Vinci gets too close,

help him become one.



Carlo: We are the shadow
at the center of the Labyrinth.

You shall join us. We are one.

Andrea!

Andrea.

What have I told you about
playing away from the house?

Yes, I know, I know.

- Well, why do you do it, then?
- Father said I could.

Did he now? And
where is your father?

In his workshop.

He's always in his workshop.

Stay closer to the house.

Andrea.

Yes, Mother.

- Good morning.
- Signora.



- You look ravishing.
- Ah.

Why am I so suspicious
of your intentions?

Because you're brilliant.

- What are you trying to avoid?
- A scolding from the wife.

I know you're gonna chide
me about Andrea's models,

I know, but just... just wait.

Wait until you see

this one.

What does this one do?

Cuts through the air.

It's like a
corkscrew. It hovers,

floats.

Actually, no, that reminds me

I need to, um... I need to perfect
some form of breathing apparatus

so I can retrieve the
Underboat from the pond bottom.

- Leo.
- I know, I know,

I... I let him play
in the field again.

We need to talk about Rome.

After we see if she'll
fly. Andrea, look at this!

Can we make it
go higher? Faster?

Try.

Oh, look, he loves it.

I'm just surprised
the damn thing works.

Yeah, the weight-to-lift ratio
could still use some calibrating.

You can't take Andrea to Rome.

Lucrezia, we can't hide
him from the world forever.

He gets enough of
the world at school.

Too much if you ask me.

I am being honored in
Rome by the Architect himself.

If none of my family
accompany me...

I will never go back to Rome.

Which is why if I don't
take our son with me,

- then it will be noticed.
- Let them notice.

You did your part 10 years ago.

- Why can't they just leave us alone?
- They have.

And if we want
them to continue...

Hey...

We can't be noticed.

Andrea.

- Andrea?
- Andrea!

Man's voice: We are the
Labyrinth. We are one.

We are one.

Man's voice: We are
the horns of the increate.

- We are the Labyrinth.
- Leonardo: Stop!

Stop there.

I told you, you stay
away from there.

All right?

But can't you hear the voices?

Come on.

Carlo: We are the
horns of the increate.

We are the
Labyrinth. We are one.

Thank you.

Architect: Brother Girolamo.

You wanted to see me?

I did.

Walk with me.

You know the legends

of the monstrous Minotaur,

of the architect Daedalus.

Of the labyrinth he designed
and built for King Minos of Crete.

I do.

It was so well-crafted,

so intricate, so complex

that Daedalus himself
could not find his way out.

You're telling me

my situation is of
my own making.

You have taken da Vinci.

Brother Carlo is
making him one of us.

Not an easy task.

Da Vinci is
resisting, as did you.

- I...
- Don't fret, my boy.

Resistance takes many forms.

All of which must be overcome.

Some do not survive.

Others are driven to madness.

The training weeds out
the many to find the few.

We can only hope da
Vinci is among them.

Is it wise to have Brother Carlo

orchestrating the rebirth
of such a valuable man?

You do not trust Carlo?

He was once an agent
of the Sons of Mithras.

So was da Vinci.

And so were you when
you joined him on his quest.

That was misguided.

Even the great hero Theseus

could not find his
way out of the labyrinth

without the help of the
king's daughter, Ariadne,

who provided him the thread,

a clue, a lifeline.

Who is your lifeline, brother?

I hope and pray it is you.

Verrocchio.

Clarice.

I will see you hanged
for their murders.

Your mentor was a
necessary sacrifice.

But I did not kill Clarice.

I adored her.

Aw.

She was carrying your child.

- I... I didn't know.
- What if you did?

Would that have
made a difference?

- Would you have spared her life?
- I didn't kill her!

Ah!

You will become one, da Vinci.

And then help
me find her killer.

Open your eyes and see!

- Open your eyes and see!
- No. No!

- Open your eyes...
- No.

And see!

What do you think you're doing?

Sorry. Did I wake you?

- I asked you a question.
- I'm dressing.

Well, don't.

And what would you have me do?

Well, you could drop
that towel for starters.

It's true what they
say about you,

you are decadent and perverse.

There is nothing
decadent about admiring

the beauty of the human body.

Is that what you want
to do? Admire my body?

Yeah, in a host of perverse
positions, of course.

Come back to bed.

I can't. It's late
and it's a Sunday.

Mm, it's my day of rest.

Come and rest with me.

It's your day to spend
some time with your son.

Right. Right, right, right.

Lucrezia: Vanessa.

Leonardo: Art is about seeing.

It's about truly seeing...

the world around you.

The things in it...
People, places.

The natural world.

Take this... This
ancient oak tree.

It looks like an oak tree,

but...

But if you look into its heart,

into its essence,

we see a miracle.

It's the pinnacle
of nature's creation.

But it all begins with seeing.

So what do you see?

You're not listening
to me, are you?

What?

All these Sundays, you
haven't heard a word I've said.

"Art is about seeing.

It all begins with seeing.

Nature is all around us.

- The pinnacle of creation."
- All right.

Hmm.

I don't think that's very funny.

I didn't mean it to be.

Hey.

That's mine! Give
it back! It's mine!

- Why would you do something like this?
- Give me back my work!

- How could you do this?!
- Give it back now!

- No! We do it in school all the time!
- I don't care about school.

I care about you!

I'm sorry.

I'm not angry with you.

You hate the
Labyrinth, don't you?

No.

No, I just...

At times, I disagree with them.

When you come of age,

enter manhood,

have a family,

you'll come to learn

that you have to make up
your own mind about things.

You have to follow
your own path.

Choices are made...

that are complicated.

To do what's right,

sometimes you have to rely on
those that you think are wrong.

Here.

Is that why you burned the book?

I destroyed the book...

because the
knowledge it contained

could have destroyed everything.

All of this.

You, me, your mother, too.

So you didn't burn the
book for the Labyrinth?

Though we shared an agenda,
our motives were at odds.

But my teachers say
it is a sin to disagree.

Mm.

Yes, well, like I
say, it's complicated.

Good. Come here, come here.

It's just me.

It's Lucrezia.

I saw you

from our bedroom window.

I've... I've brought
medical supplies and food.

Vanessa: What took you so long?

- We got here hours ago.
- Yes,

and I promised you that I would
always offer you a safe haven,

but I can't be part
of your resistance.

Leo mustn't know that I'm here.

So he still turns a
blind eye to the holy hell

he concocted for
his dear old friends.

If he didn't save my life,
then I couldn't save yours.

Vanessa, sit down. Let
me see your wounds.

Please.

- Tell me what happened.
- I'll give you a guess.

The Labyrinth.

They hit us just before
dawn outside Montecatini.

We lost some good people.

Oh, God.

Nico?

Oh, Vanessa,

I'm so sorry.

Listen, your husband,
he loved you very much.

Sorry? You shouldn't be
sorry, you should be enraged.

Nico's blood is on his
hands. Your beloved husband!

Leonardo: How the
fuck do you figure that?

I want you gone, Zoroaster.

Take whatever food you can carry

and then get off my land.

- Can't do that.
- You will.

Or I will turn you
over to the Labyrinth

when the patrol that is
obviously dogging you

- manages to trace you here.
- Leo!

You'd see me...

crucified?!

Nailed to a horned cross

like the thousands of "heretics"
that line the road to Rome?

- I have a family!
- So did I.

I had a husband...

and our child.

But they were not at one

- with your Labyrinth.
- It's not my Labyrinth.

They were not the horns
of the fucking increate!

- Vanessa...
- So they burned my baby,

my house, my life,

trying to destroy
me and my husband.

And now they've murdered my Nico

and undoubtedly
nailed his corpse

to the nearest tree.

Vanessa, I'm sorry.
You have to go, too.

- I'm sorry.
- No. Leo!

Zoroaster: Not before
we show you this.

It's the missing page...

from the Book of Leaves.

In three days,

the Labyrinth leadership
will all gather in Rome

for the Decennial.

10 years since you
burned the damn book.

You want me to read from that?

Use the weapon that I sought

to destroy?

To rain down more death?

More destruction?

Something like that.

Andrea: Father, come quickly!

Andrea!

Andrea! I told you
to wait by the tree.

But there's people coming!

Andrea.

Leo,

your eyes.

As I became one,
did my eyes bleed?

Resistance takes many forms.

So I've been told.

I fear your zealous
efforts will kill this patient.

If death is da Vinci's way,

so he goes.

We can offer him a lifeline,

light in the darkness,

but the final choice is his.

As it is for all of us.

Da Vinci's death would
not serve the Labyrinth

or our crusade.

His sacrifice would
not be in vain.

At least the Sons of Mithras would
not be able to use him against us.

The Sons are already
using his designs

for the Turk war machines.

What more do
they require of him?

He is one who can read the book.

The Book of Leaves?

Can't anyone read its pages?

Only those who have
been prepared for the task

from the moment of their birth.

Da Vinci suffers
the curse of destiny.

You do not, my boy.

Is it wise to reveal
yourself before him?

The Architect: He cannot hear
us. His mind is far from here.

Take him further, Brother
Carlo. Let him know who we are.

Carlo: We are the
horns of the increate.

We are the shadows at
the center of the Labyrinth.

We are the unity
within the beast.

We are one.

We are the horns
of the increate.

We are the shadows at
the center of the Labyrinth.

Both: We are the
unity within the beast.

We are one.

We are the horns
of the increate.

We are the shadows at
the center of the Labyrinth.

We are the unity
within the beast.

We are one.

Andrea's voice: We are
the horns of the increate.

We are the shadows at
the center of the Labyrinth.

No!

We are the unity
within the beast.

We are...

At one.

Andrea: We are
one with the Architect

who is at one with us all.

- I'm sorry, sir.
- Carlo: Don't be.

Sometimes I can't
remember all the words either.

Father always
forgets to say grace.

Your father has
much on his mind.

But when I remind him,

he says we don't have to.

Lucrezia: Andrea,

you mustn't disturb the major.

He's no bother.

He's a wonderful boy.

Bright like his father.

So, what shall it be, then...

The Church

or the crusade?

Well, surely he's a little bit
young to be making such decisions.

Nonsense.

When I was his age, I knew
precisely where I belonged.

Who I was to be.

Perhaps you wish to make things

like your father.

Design glorious weapons
of death and destruction.

I don't do that anymore.

- Pity.
- Andrea, eat.

Carlo: Your father, Andrea, how
much do you know of his achievements?

He burned the Book of Leaves.

Saved us all from
the Sons of Mithras.

However, in some
ways, the burning

was not your father's
greatest achievement.

Oh, you flatter me, Major.

But surely your exploits

- would make for a better tale.
- Your father's greatest triumph...

He overcame his worst enemy.

Do you mean the
bastard son of Florence?

Leo.

He overcame his own soul.

There was a time your father
despised the Labyrinth and its teachings.

He conspired against us.

Refused to become one.

Despised me, too. Wanted
my head on a platter.

But do not be cross with him.

As I have said, he
defeated his inner darkness.

And on that fateful day,

your father stood amidst
the embers of a dying city...

his beloved Florence aflame.

He opened the Book of Leaves

and read the words he knew
would destroy that wretched work...

forever.

Andrea: Father has promised
to take me to the Decennial.

I'll get to see Rome.

And you shall sit by my side

as your father receives tribute
from the Architect himself.

Andrea, your father and I
are yet to make that decision.

Leonardo: Yes, we have.

You're not coming to Rome.

- Andrea: But you promised.
- I know.

You said I could meet the Architect,
maybe even walk the Labyrinth.

Your mother and I
have discussed it.

She hates Rome!

She never wanted me to go!

Father, you don't
have to listen to her!

Andrea.

I shan't have such
talk at my table.

- Go to your room.
- I won't go!

You heard your mother. Go!

This is for the best.

I was loathe to
speak before the boy,

but I didn't come all this way
to simply sup with an old friend.

We assumed so.

The road to Rome has
grown very dangerous.

Murderous bands of
heretics litter the countryside.

I killed one... a young man...

from your city of
Florence, I believe.

We cut out his tongue so he
shall no longer speak heresy.

Then his eyes

so he shall die in darkness.

And then we nailed him to the
rotting branches of a dead tree.

He cried himself to sleep again.

He wouldn't even speak to me.

Oh, God.

I'm so sorry about all of this.

Don't be. It's the rest of the
damned world that has a problem.

It's not you.

Don't go to Rome.

Please don't leave us.

Even if I stayed,

you know they have to go.

I know.

I'll go to Rome with
Carlo and his men.

They won't harm me.

I'm their hero.

If you take the page,

could you...

If you read from it,

could you destroy them?

Holy shit.

Zoroaster: You
forgot to sign it.

I'm no genius, but I do
know when to use a decoy.

I see your curiosity still
gets the better of you.

- It's been a problem, hasn't it?
- If I'm remembering correctly,

that particular trait of yours got
us into our fair share of trouble.

Well,

the world...

was once a much simpler place.

No argument there.

Though I hated it at the time.

Oh,

what I wouldn't give to be
just your scrounger again.

Well, my scrounger...

did help me construct
a submersible machine.

- Nearly got us killed.
- But it worked.

It worked.

- You want to see it, don't you?
- Very much so.

Vanessa.

Time to show him the real thing.

The words are like quicksilver.

Never the same twice.

Carlo: Don't.

Speak one word...

and it will be your last.

Put the page on the table

and step away.

Now!

Take these two heretics

and give them the
chance to become one.

No.

No, they're my friends.

If any harm comes to them,

the Architect will hear of this.

We're a long way
from Rome, da Vinci.

Take them!

No.

You can fix this.

It's not too late, but
you have to wake up.

No.

No, no!

No, no, no.

May I ask?

That is why you are here.

Da Vinci's resistance,

have you...

Have you ever seen
anything like it before?

Once.

Me.

As the Architect before me

tried to guide my path
through the Labyrinth,

I resisted.

What form did your
resistance take?

I found myself in a
maze of my own making.

A world unto itself.

A past, present, future

playing out on a stage, trapped.

I was adrift.

A lost soul.

Lost within myself.

How did you defeat this madness?

Not madness. An inner life.

Shadows on the cave wall.

Who's to say a lifetime
cannot pass in an instant?

Cradle to grave is
but a drop in the water.

How did your
Architect guide you out?

After hours and
hours of guidance,

he threw me a lifeline.

A desperate, dangerous one.

He poisoned me...

with this.

Poison?

Choosing life is meaningless

unless death is
a choice as well.

You fear for Leonardo?

He is...

He is a unique mind.

Which makes him
a danger to us all.

You believe we are
better off without him?

Until every child lives
by His divine doctrine,

God's tether to this
world remains precarious.

Da Vinci and those like him

threaten his very existence.

Something has happened.

There are whispers
amongst the blades.

The Sons of Mithras
seek a lost page

from the Book of Leaves.

If they use it to achieve
their enlightenment,

it will be at the expense
of all we hold dear.

It will assure
the death of faith.

Da Vinci will leave
here as one of us

or he will not leave at all.

Fear not.

This elixir helped me
make the right choice.

I trust it shall do
the same for him.

Zoroaster: I'm
almost happy for her.

The losses she's suffered.

The pain she woke
up with every day.

Maybe she's at peace now.

Maybe they're all at peace now

if you believe
that sort of thing.

I'm not sure what I believe.

I'm not sure of
anything anymore.

You're a far cry from the
man I sailed the ocean with

to wherever the fuck that was.

The da Vinci I knew then
tempted fate with his own purpose.

He knew what he wanted from
the world and he made it happen.

I would've done
anything for that man.

The Architect: We've nothing
to do but to wait until the dawn.

If he survives,

he will be with us.

And if he does not?

He will not be against us.

Either way, we prevail.

Carlo: We are
the horns of the...

Carlo: We...

Zoroaster: This is for my friend
Nico, the one you killed on the road.

And this is for Vanessa,
the one you killed last night!

This is because I feel like it.

- You bastard!
- Leonardo: Zo!

We need him alive.

I won't kill him.

Just...

making him bleed.

There's someone coming!

It's the lieutenant. Stop there!

We have your major.

He is alive and our captive.

Prove to me he is alive.

Say something.

- I'm alive, Lieutenant!
- Good boy.

Leonardo: We're
coming out to talk terms.

Understood.

Leonardo: I will go
with you to Rome...

for the ceremony,
for the Decennial.

But I will leave behind

Major de Medici

under our guard.

There, I will get
assurances personally

from the Architect that
our bargain is intact.

That my family is safe.

Upon my return with
these assurances,

your major will be released.

What of the heretic?

He will be free

to live whatever
life he chooses.

And if I hear that any harm
has come to him or my family,

your major will die.

You are a dutiful
son, are you not?

Your parents have been
deceived by these heretics.

They wish to harm
your mother and father

and turn them
against the Labyrinth.

Do you understand?

Yes.

You are a good
son of the Labyrinth.

- Find a knife and cut my bonds...
- Lucrezia: Andrea?

So I can free your parents
and we can become one.

Don't you ever
speak to him again.

Don't even look at him.

He will poison you with his
vile ways and his evil faith.

Do you hear me?

Andrea, he is a killer.

He and his kind have
brought nothing but pain

and suffering to this world.

They teach hate and lies.

And I will die

before I see you become
a good son of the Labyrinth,

do you hear me?

Andrea, are you listening to me?

Yes, Mother.

Good.

Why don't you go to
your room, get some rest?

They're coming!

Go!

No! No! No! No! No!

Andrea!

Carlo: We are the unity
within the beast. We are one.

- We are one.
- We are one.

- We are one.
- We are the unity within the beast.

- We are one.
- No!

- Vanessa's voice: Wake up, Leo.
- Man's voice: Wake up, wake up.

Man's voice: Wake up.

Leonardo: No!

Man's voice: Wake up. Wake up.

Leo, wake up.

Vanessa: Wake up, Leo.

Wake up.

Andrea: Father!

Andrea.

I'm sorry.

I love you, but...

you're not real.

You're not real.
None of this is real,

none of this is real.

You're not real.
None of this is real.

I have to wake up.

I have to wake up,
wake up, wake up.

- Wake up, wake up.
- Man's voice: You have to wake up.

Wake up, wake up, wake up.

Zoroaster: What
the hell is this about?

Your men said to bring a cart

and enough food and
water for a long journey.

Shit!

What happened?

We were tracking Carlo de Medici

when we were ambushed.
Da Vinci was captured.

- I was left for dead.
- Where's Carlo now?

Gone.

It's as though he
knew we were coming.

You must take him back to
Florence. He'll be safe there.

Give me a hand!

Yup.

Oh...

what have they done to you?

When he wakes up,
he will only see you.

- You're not coming with us?
- I will see you again.

But not before I have
proved my worth to Leo

and to myself.

You look like shit.

Well, I was worried the
Labyrinth had turned you, but, no,

you are still an ass.

Riario.

He saved me.

I couldn't believe it either.

It would've been
easier if he didn't.

If they just made
me one of them.

Not having to think for myself.

What the hell are you on about?

I had a vision, Zo.

Of what might have
been. Of what... what...

What still could be.

I was married. I had a family.

But the cost...

Hey.

You sure you're okay?

What's this?

Ah, a souvenir.

Pulled it off a dead Turk.

Might be worth a few florins.

Where are we?

We shall be in Florence

by morning.

At least, I think we will.

You don't happen to have a
map in that journal of yours

by any chance, do you?

Not that I doubt my obvious

superior navigation skills.

It's just that dirt roads
tend to look the same

when you haven't slept.