Da Vinci's Demons (2013–2015): Season 3, Episode 5 - Anima Venator - full transcript

Asterion: "You
have taken da Vinci.

Brother Carlo is
making him one of us."

You will become one, da Vinci.

Da Vinci's death would
not serve the Labyrinth.

His sacrifice would
not be in vain.

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

"The invasion is only the
beginning. Many must die."

The enlightened shall survive.

Al-Rahim: Da Vinci is a
part of our wondrous vision.

I will design mechanisms of war,
and you will pay me to construct them.

We are still under the threat
of an assassin in our midst.



Nico: The city is broke.

The Council of One Hundred
are my best customers.

Tell them.

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

I will see you again.

But not before I
have proved my worth.

Almost home.

Yes, Leo, you're right.

It is a beautiful day.
Gorgeous, in fact.

The conversation,
well, that's just riveting.

Frankly, I don't know what I'd be
doing if I wasn't saving your ass.

All right, Zo. I get it.

Thank you.

See? It wasn't so hard.



- That's not wine.
- No.

- It's not even mead.
- It's charcoal.

It's freshly crushed
charcoal mixed with water.

I'm trying to flush the
poisons from my body.

I should be able to perfect
the serum once I have other...

What language is this?
I've not seen it before.

Give... it's cipher.

To stop your designs
from being stolen.

The Labyrinth. Sons of Mithras.

They're everywhere.

I can't trust anyone.

Except me.

After days on the road...

now there's a sight I
didn't think I'd see again.

Whoa.

Damn.

After everything that's happened,
I'd forgotten how we left it.

At least we've got enough
kindling to last a while.

The supports will hold.

This is ridiculous. Leo.

You can't stay here.

I need to be in my studio.

Italy needs me.

This place is cursed, Leo.

Don't let it take
you down with it.

After reinforcements
arrive from Constantinople,

my tanks will lead
the invasion north.

The Janissary legions
will follow close behind.

We move as one
force through Naples,

then into myriad elements
to surround Rome.

Italy will be under
Ottoman rule before Rajab.

The end of your year.

You've not adjusted their
pieces to counter your own.

The city-states are too busy
fighting amongst themselves

to offer worthy opposition.

My brother seeks to
build alliances across Italy.

He's calling for a crusade.

Followers of the false prophet
are no match for my Janissaries.

Or my arsenal.

You promised my father
da Vinci would join us.

He will. In time.

War waits for no man.

He will die with the rest.

The fates will decide. Not you.

Abandon your pledge,

and it will be my steel
that decides your fate.

Caterina the
soothsayer. She speaks!

Don't touch her!

We need privacy. Leave. At once!

Her skin is on fire.
What do we do?

We wait.

The page.

"She will find the page
from the Book of Leaves."

Who?

The daughter.

Lucrezia.

We should have killed her
when we had the chance.

Oh, Amelia.

I'm so sorry.

I've wanted to come and
see you so many times, but...

I'm here now.

I've been so frightened.

But I owe you a great debt.

For even in my
darkest hour, you...

you've been there with me.

I heard your sweet
laugh in the wind...

and I smelled those flowers
you loved to wear in your hair.

And I felt your
touch on my hand.

And I... I've known
that you're with me.

I won't leave you.

I'll stay with you.

Until night falls.

Steady, boy.

Lucrezia.

Lupo Mercuri.

Your father...

did he send you?

No. I came of my own volition.

I no longer serve any master.

Neither do I.

Forgive me.

My manner is an ill
effect of my solitude.

A butchered pig,
if you'd care to join.

Come inside. You
must be exhausted.

Dragonetti: The
rules have changed.

Zoroaster: Admit it.
You've missed me.

Remain under my watch
at all times within the palace.

Understood?

Oh, that hurts, Captain. I
thought we had something.

Never has this vaunted palace

been graced by such venal scum.

You're fortunate the signorina

has such questionable
taste in her acquaintances.

Yes, I've heard you
two had grown close.

It's a desecration!

Stay.

- A mockery.
- I understand your concern.

If we allow Rome to parade
around the signora's remains,

there will be no turning back.

Our citizens deserve to
see what these monsters

have done to the
mother of Florence.

And what about
what she deserves?

Clarice Orsini will
have a proper burial...

after the pageant of
arms has left Florence.

Allowing Rome to
host the festivities here

comes with a hefty
deposit to our coffers.

Our morality is not for sale.

Without funds to feed our
hungry, protect our children,

pay our officers, chaos
will rule the streets.

Then you and I will have a
conversation about morality.

If your desire is for
Florence to join the crusade...

Aligning with Rome
is not an option.

But profiting from them...
That we must consider.

Man: Why are we
even listening...

- Going well, is it?
- Zo!

I didn't think I'd
see you again.

Oh, thank God you're home.

I can't imagine what
you've been through.

- You look...
- Miserable.

Seasoned.

The maestro is well?

In a manner of speaking.

Now, that is quite the sight.

Our little Vanessa

keeping those old fucks in line.

She is amazing.

- What are they debating?
- Rome.

- Always Rome.
- Enough!

A decision has been made.

Continue your bickering elsewhere
if you must, but I am done listening.

You're a natural.

Zo.

Oh, I'm so glad you're safe.

By the skin of my teeth.

- Where's Leo?
- He's safe.

He's just... everything that happened
in Otranto, he blames himself

as though he personally carried
out every atrocity in the city.

- How could he possibly...?
- 'Cause he's Leonardo da Vinci.

- 'Cause the world revolves around him.
- Where is he?

Oh, he's in the ashes of his workshop,
working on war machines for Sixtus.

Sixtus? The Leo I know
would sooner sell his soul...

He's not the Leo we know.

It might be a while
until we get him back.

Piero's voice: The woman on the
deck standing next to the Ottoman prince.

That is your mother.

Woman: Think yourself
a killer, Leonardo?

Think yourself a
killer, Leonardo?

But that is not what you are.

My son.

I thought you were dead.

That's what they
wanted you to believe.

They need you to hate
them to wage this war.

You're not one of them?

I was once.

I'm sorry. This is all my fault.

I thought I was protecting you.

I wanted to believe
him. I loved him.

I still do.

But I cannot abide
by his methods.

Al-Rahim?

You and... You and
he were together?

He is the reason
I left your father.

I will tell you
everything. I promise.

- But there's no time.
- What?

They will be coming for
her. The one you loved.

Lucrezia.

She seeks the missing
page from the Book of Leaves.

Oh.

The book.

I found the book, Leonardo.

And I saw what
it was capable of.

You must not allow the page
to fall into the wrong hands.

Even a single page
from the book...

holds potential for
great destruction.

Oh, you...

You want me to...

wield it?

No.

No.

- This is a trick.
- Please. You must listen.

No.

There is a girl with
Lucrezia. Sophia.

You must find the page and protect
them both from those that seek it.

No.

This is...

This is one of his mind games.

Are you here to steal more
of my designs, Al-Rahim?

Huh?

'Cause you are
wasting your time!

Just get out of my fucking head!

Get out!

Lucrezia: My father that
we so willingly followed,

is not the man that
we thought he was.

Mm.

Both of us were manipulated.

Our loyalty exploited
by those we trusted most.

That's why I came back here.

To seek answers of my own.

Tell me, why are you here?

I'm searching for something.

Something that can be
of use to a friend of mine.

Something here?

When you were steward
at the Secret Archives...

there was a page
in the collection...

from the Book of Leaves.
Do you remember it?

Would you like some more pig?

And then when you left for
Rome, the page went missing.

I assume that
wasn't coincidence.

Why do you seek this page?

Because some believe
it holds great power.

And if it does,

then perhaps we can use it
against the Ottoman invasion.

You wish to become
Italy's protector?

My father's lies brought
the Turks to our shores.

And I share in
that responsibility.

So I seek to make amends.

Hmm.

You must be tired. You
should get some sleep.

The page?

Do you have it?

We'll discuss this more
once you've rested.

I'll make up a bed for you.

Hmm.

Oh, what manner
of beast are you?

Leo.

I brought Nico.

Vanessa had the baby.

- She wants to see you.
- Zoroaster: Yeah, he's fat and happy.

If I didn't know better, I'd
say he was half Vespucci.

Zoroaster: What's he
doing with that torch?

No!

What the fuck did
you do that for?

Now I have no idea
how long it will last.

How long what will last?

The flame-retardant mud.

Another moment, and you
would have been roasted.

Look at your arm.

Shit.

If we're to reach the tanks, it
has to last much longer than this.

- The tanks?
- Mm. Armored gun carriage.

The Turks used them at Otranto.

Didn't you design
something similar?

I have a lot of work to do.

So you should go.

Why? So you can work
on weapons for Sixtus?

How can you align with him
after everything he's done?

There's more to
it than you know.

Then maybe tell us what's
going on. We can help.

All right.

My designs...

my plans, were
ripped from my head.

They were used against me

and those I love.

People died...

because of what I know.

Leo.

So I can't share my intentions

lest I endanger you as well.

So I'm sorry.

It's good to see you.

Truly it is.

But you must leave.

Just go! Go!

Pay Vanessa a visit.

Meet the heir.

Might do you some good.

Hello?

- Oh, God.
- Help us!

Please.

- Please... please don't...
- Wait.

Hurry.

Please help us.

He'll be back
soon! Please hurry!

Get us out of here!

Please!

He'll be back! Hurry!

Don't worry. I'll
get you out of there.

You should not have come.

The page is mine, Lucrezia.

You are having second thoughts.

What if we've been
too bold in our thinking?

If we're unable to sway
Florence to our holy crusade...

We will turn the
tide in our favor.

Of that, I'm convinced.

If I didn't know better, I'd
say you were humoring me.

How dare you accuse me, signora,

of such a peaceable disposition.

You're worried about
Florence's new regime.

Florence is led by children.

Disciples of da Vinci, no less.

He will do our
convincing for us.

Without Florence by our side,

the foundations of our
crusade could crumble.

And this trip will
end in disaster.

Have a little faith, signora.

Signora Moschella.

Lord Girolamo Riario,

Count and Captain General
of the Holy Roman Church.

And may I introduce
Signora Cereta of Venice.

My partner in this endeavor.

It's an honor to meet the
new Mother of Florence.

Albeit under such
grim circumstances.

You're an emissary from Venice?

Do you not have a treaty
with the Ottoman Empire?

One we are willing to dissolve

in honor of our
fallen countrymen.

One of the many things I
wish to discuss with you.

May we walk for a moment?

Does this one always
lurk over your shoulder?

Give us a moment,
would you? I'll be fine.

Thank you, Captain.

You've done well for yourself.

Could say the same.

It is not as it appears.

She will not be easily swayed
by arguments to join the crusade.

Even if that argument
comes from you?

Hosting your festival helps
alleviate some financial burdens,

but that is the
extent of our interest.

Neither Vanessa nor I
favor an alliance with Rome.

The incentives don't
end with the festival.

The crusade can save Florence.

In more ways than one.

All these men were executed?

Over 800.

Each beheaded in the
name of our Lord and Savior

because they would
not convert to Islam,

with not only Alfonso of
Naples defending the city,

but your own Lorenzo
the Magnificent.

Rarely have two great warriors
been overcome so severely.

I trust now you see
how dire our situation is.

No doubt the threat is extreme.

But aligning with Sixtus is not
something we can consider lightly.

My faith in the Holy
Father has also been...

slow to develop.

But we have a mutual enemy.

Our very existence
is on the line.

Lorenzo...

He's really dead?

The bones are merely replicas.

I'm afraid we were
unable to recover his body.

Filthy garbage!

There's another one over there.

Man: Guards! On
me, behind the rock.

Your daughter said
that the true pope

was being held
prisoner in the Vatican.

I assumed it was
another of her lies.

Captivity was not my destiny.

Nor is it yours,
Lorenzo de Medici.

Your Ottoman allies
appear to disagree.

Everything that has happened...

everything that will happen,

was foretold by a
man we all once knew...

and loved.

You must be da
Vinci's mysterious Turk.

And you are the grandson
of Cosimo de Medici.

This invasion was a
part of his grand plan.

My grandfather never had
a taste for such savagery.

Without this sacrifice...

there can be no enlightenment.

What enlightenment?

I see only the dead,

whom we burn to
make room for more.

Perhaps you confuse the
path with the destination.

Your place is with us, Lorenzo.

You were born to rule.

Be a king to these savages?

A ruler to murderers and
rapists, is that what you suggest?

Cower with you
behind these heathens...

who execute pious men

and bathe in the blood
of innocent children?

These savages are
merely a tool we wield.

A blade to cut,
a scythe to cull.

When a tool outlives
its usefulness...

it is discarded.

A second flood is coming.

All you love will be washed away

unless you open your eyes

and allow yourself to be reborn

as a true Son of Mithras.

I would sooner drown.

Afternoon.

What's this?

The last time we
were together...

I was attacked and tortured.

You don't remember?

We were tracking Carlo de
Medici and his Labyrinth brethren.

They must have laid a trap
for us at the Medici bathhouse.

I was struck from behind.

When I awoke, you were gone.

My men found you, days later,
in the tunnels beneath Rome.

And I said nothing
when I was found?

Frankly, I am surprised to
see you in such robust form.

The Labyrinth.

They were behind it all.

They killed Rodrigo, Clarice...

tried to condition me.

We will avenge their deaths

and make them pay
for what they did to you.

Until then, I can only
offer this as solace.

Sixtus agreed. He's
funding my work?

His Holiness understands

that if the crusade is to stand
a chance against the infidels,

he needs your help.

We've summoned the leaders
of the city-states to Florence.

We must convince them to put aside
their differences and join the crusade.

A demonstration from you

could seal their allegiance.

Mm.

Well, then they shall have one.

I told you he would not listen.

Lorenzo is a stubborn man.

But then... so was
his grandfather.

He'll come around.

If he doesn't, my men will
flatten his city on our way to Rome.

Why do you fight
for the Ottomans?

I know you were not
born of their ranks.

Your deftness with
language betrays you.

I was a prisoner, like
your precious il Magnifico.

My brother and I
were taken as children.

You were slaves?

Until I found Allah.

He gave my life
meaning when I had none.

And now you kill all
those who refuse him.

As your people do in
the name of their god.

Despite what you may
think, we are not savages.

I was educated at

Fatih Külliyesi, as
were most of my men.

We are philosophers and artisans

who kill for the
sultan, not for glory...

but because your Holy Father

paraded his son around
Rome like an animal.

To insult him is to
insult all of Islam.

That is my purpose here.

Yours I've yet to grasp.

Zoroaster: What grand mission
of state are you on this fine day?

Nico: The Pleasure Palace.
They're late on their taxes.

- Oh, they're paying you in fellatio?
- Zo, we're broke.

What, you and Vanessa?

Florence.

Carlo de Medici stole 500,000
florins. There's nothing left.

Holy fuck.

If I don't find a new source of income,
we'll be forced to join the crusade.

- What? And taxing Singh's the answer?
- Not just her.

Collecting restitution from
all illegal activities in the city.

Well, if you think you can just
walk into Singh's and rob her blind,

you don't know who
you're dealing with.

Oh, I'm well acquainted.

Sorry? You talked
with Singh on your own?

I am the highest advisor to
the Medici family in Florence.

What did she do to you?

Not the donkey kick.
You can still walk.

- It's not important.
- The woman with the man parts?

- Enough.
- Ah, the golden shower.

Sorry, Nico, but you're
going about this all wrong.

That fuck palace is a
bottomless treasure chest,

but you have to work with
her if you want a piece of it.

I tried. She refused.

Well, let me talk to
her. We're old friends.

We have a proposition for you.

- Yes, I'm sure you do.
- Let go of him.

Now.

Well, if it isn't everyone's
favorite piss pot.

Back for more? Or are
you here to pay off his debt?

I'm here to collect yours.

And I've brought the
Officers of the Night with me

to ensure your cooperation.

- Are you threatening me, boy?
- It's no threat.

Signor Machiavelli has
the one thing you lack.

Real power.

Thank you, darling.

Well?

I thought you had
a proposition for me.

Yeah. Let him tax your
establishment. Share in your profits.

- And in return?
- In return...

he will share his power.

He'll give you a
seat on the council.

And you'll be a true noblewoman.

How long have you been here?

I'm not sure. A fortnight?

It's hard to know.

The only way out is above us.

You're not from the convent?

No.

San Cosimato.

- How did you get here?
- He came late at night.

Said we were in danger.

That we need to escape.

A cardinal from the Vatican.
Of course we believed him.

There were four of us.

- Lupo's gone mad.
- You know him?

I used to. I...

It's... he wasn't this man.

What does he want from you?

Each night at moonrise,

he takes one of us.

If we refuse, he
sets the dog on us.

She's not been the
same since the first night.

He's insanely
obsessed, but with what?

What does he
think that you know?

He spoke of a book.

The pages change each
time your eyes look upon it.

He says one of
us can translate it.

The Book of Leaves. He thinks
you can read from the page.

There's a library...

Lupo.

Lupo, you don't have to do this.

Let the girls go,
and you and I...

we can learn from the page.

We cannot.

Only those born with
the gift can read the page.

And one of these girls has it.

- How do you know?
- The page told me.

Put on the chains,
or I'll send in the dog.

No! No, don't! No, don't do it!

Don't! You don't
have to do this!

Put on the chains!

Lupo!

No! No! No!

I'm here. I'm here.

Shh.

This better be good!

You're gonna need to
hustle if you're to collect it all.

You want to leave? Yes?

Here's your opportunity.

Take it.

What the hell are you making?

Keep your movements random.

Can't have anyone tracking
the materials I'm using.

No. Shall I wear a disguise?

- Hmm?
- Little dress, perhaps?

Just hurry.

I need everything by tonight.

Is it true?

You, uh...

You intend to stand
against the crusade?

We will not trade one
invasion for another.

The Republic of Florence
has been protecting itself

without Rome's assistance
for nearly 400 years,

and I see no reason
to change that policy.

Mm. Well, I think you underestimate
the cost of outfitting an army...

..and the reality of
the Ottoman threat.

Just as you underestimate me.

I may be new to my position,

but I am not naïve.

Your, um... your city
is bankrupt, signorina.

And I assure you the Turks
will rain fire on Florence

on their timetable, not yours.

Do not forget history's
lessons, my dear.

The city of Bursa
shared your pride

and suffered greatly for it.

Florence is not Bursa.

Surely not.

Bursa had the strongest
military, the highest walls.

They, too, went it
alone against the infidel.

- A hundred years ago.
- Dragonetti.

They closed off
every trade route,

stopped supplies
from entering the city,

then simply waited.

The city starved, withered away.

And years later...

when there was
no one left to fight,

the enemy simply
walked through their gates.

Nor can we simply let
Rome walk through ours.

Exactly what will happen
if we join their crusade.

We will not hand over
the keys to our kingdom.

Not to the Turks, not
to Rome, not to anyone.

Our republic has protected
itself without the aid of Rome...

There was a time...

I thought history would
revere the name Machiavelli.

But now...

Now I see you have let
beauty cloud all judgment

with no less than the
future of Italy at stake.

My influence is not as
strong as you imagine.

Neither is your
beloved republic.

Are you blind?

You are only as strong as da
Vinci, and he is aligned with Rome.

Break it, you buy it.

Not the best representation
of a moving tank, is it?

It's not movement I'm worried
about. That's simple geometry.

It's penetrating the
armor. That's the real trick.

Now, their breastplates are made
from the same impenetrable metal

as their tanks.

Zo.

When I mix the
catalyst and agent,

we will only have seconds to load
and shoot before the glass dissolves.

What happens when it dissolves?

Well, when the warhead shatters,

contact with the air
should ignite the mixture,

which should disintegrate the armor,
as though covered in molten rock.

You ready?

- Mm.
- Good.

- Load it!
- Jesus.

The glass is melting. Hurry up.

Light it!

- Quick!
- Trying!

Holy shit.

Somebody tell Hades
he's out of a job.

Mm.

It's not even dented.

How is that even possible?

Your rocket hit the target.
Your explosives worked.

Clearly they
didn't. Oh, fuck it.

Wait. Wait.

There's something here.

Oh. Ah. Fuck.

- What?
- Here. Look.

What?

See it?

It's a maker's mark.

Some kind of emblem...

just under the surface.

Oh, fuck me.

What?

Don't tell me you don't remember
our little jaunt to Wallachia.

- The Order of the Dragon?
- One...

Turkish sultani gold coin.

Stamped on the back.

You stole this from
Vlad the Impaler?

Maybe he has something to
do with this indestructible armor.

Well, there's one
way to find out.

We'll be in and out before
he knows we're there.

What? No. No
way. Absolutely not.

I'm not going back
there, dead or not dead.

I need to examine this further.

Meet me in my workshop
first thing in the morning.

I'm gonna need a raise.

Leo?

Oh!

Damn it.

What could he be doing to her?

Oh, I don't know.

The cardinal that I knew,

he would never do this.

His mind has been
corrupted by this obsession.

You think the book
has driven him insane?

I can't see any
other cause for it.

I will get you out of here.

I swear.

I will get us both out of here.

Lupo?

Lupo?

We should have
sent for da Vinci.

This is no way for the
Regent of Florence to travel.

I've walked these
streets a thousand times.

I refuse to let a title
shackle me to the palace.

Oh, fuck's sake!

What?

Vanessa.

It's wonderful to see you.
But now's not the time.

Your friends are scared.
You haven't been yourself.

They don't know if they
should trust you anymore.

They don't trust me?

You're working for Sixtus.

Leo, he's using you.

No.

No.

I'm using him.

It's the only way that
we can defeat the Turks.

Ah, and when you've won,

Sixtus will turn those
weapons on Florence.

- No, I'll stop him.
- How?

I don't know. I...
I'll figure it out.

Leo, you can't do
this on your own.

Stop pushing us away.

Everything I do...

Everything I've done...

it's for Florence.

It's for you and... and Nico

and Zo and your baby.

You're all I have
left of my family.

They've taken everyone else.

They've killed my father,
imprisoned my mother.

I can't risk...

any of you getting hurt.

I've lost so much.

I can't bear to lose you, too.

No.

No, you're not alone, Leo.

We can help.

Please let us help you.

What's his name?

The baby.

Giulio.

Giulio.

Oh...

Dragonetti?

Hey.

Hey, shh. Shh-shh.

He's here.

Get back inside, Vanessa!