Da Vinci's Demons (2013–2015): Season 3, Episode 8 - La Confessione Della Macchina - full transcript

Lorenzo de Medici
has returned.

From this day forth,
Florence stands alone.

You have to support the Crusade.

An alliance with Rome
is the only way we win.

We cannot win!

We can only survive.

I know of one man
powerful enough

to turn the tide
in our favor...

Vlad. The Ottomans
stole his armor.

You get the armor's secrets

and the crusade gets
the man who made it.



We can forgive Lorenzo
as I have forgiven you.

There's a girl.
She's your sister.

She's in danger. You need
to find her before it's too late.

Your brother will protect you.
- My brother?

Leonardo?
- You must...

Sophia?

Sophia!

I wouldn't.

Girolamo?

Have you seen
Count Riario?

No, I think he left camp
before sunrise.

Girolamo?

Your Holiness, apologies
for disturbing you from your prayers.

Signora Cereta,



if only by the grace of God
do I believe you.

The guards say Count Riario
left camp before sunrise.

Left?

To go where?
- I was hoping you would know.

When you were alive,

I took you for granted.

Now that you are gone,

I can't stop thinking
about you.

You always managed
to critique my decisions

while at the same time
buoying my spirits.

I wish you were here
to do that now,

for I made choices,
my dear,

that at best are radical

and at worst...

lethal.

Lorenzo de Medici.

Count Riario.

Have you come here
to kill me?

Do you really believe that
that will rekindle the momentum

of your doomed Crusade?

I am not here to kill,
but to confess.

To repent for my sins.

Your wife was not murdered
by a Turk assassin.

I did it.

I took her life.

You?

Shh, shh, shh,
shh, shh, shh.

Okay, come here.

Some of them are still alive.
- What?

Stop trying
to frighten me, Nico.

I heard it can take three days
for an impaled man to die.

Well, let's hope we don't have that
to look forward to.

I wish Leo were here.

Leo trusted me
to get Vlad on our side.

I'm not gonna
let him down.

Here.

Slide this under the gate.
- Me?

What about you?
- I'm gonna stay here

and keep watch
for any Draconian guards

or large bats.

"Dear Vlad,
most honorable impaler,

please don't kill us.
We..."

"Please don't kill us"?

This is
your fucking plan?

Pass Vlad a fucking note?
Fuck you, Zo!

Shh! We can't just bang
on his front door, can we?

Leo set him on fire,
remember?

We rammed him out of a window
at the end of a fucking crucifix.

I should never have come.

Don't be afraid.

I will keep you safe.

Zo!

Grab him!

Stay where you are!

Don't move!

Drop your sword.
Drop it!

You trespass
at the gates of hell,

yet are ill-prepared
for confrontation.

Vlad...
- I regret killing your friend

so quickly.

But for you,

I will save time
for cruelty.

Ah.

The mongrel lives.

Recognize the armor,
Vlad?

The armor
of the Dragon.

It is defiled
by your musk.

You will suffer
for its theft.

No, no, we didn't steal it!
We brought it back.

Pathetic excuse, boy.

True, it's true!

We took it off
the invaders at Otranto.

Every Turk in the sultan's army
wears your armor.

We can't defeat them
without your help.

Take them inside.
- No.

Have them prepared
for dinner.

It's fitting we're on ground
so holy to your order.

This ground
is not hallowed.

The Sons of Mithras would disagree.
- I'm not with the Sons of Mithras.

You would have done well
to join the Labyrinth.

To walk with us.

Brothers-in-arms.

Is that...
that's why you're here?

To complete
my conversion?

You shall join...

or you shall die.

You've made your choice,
da Vinci.

Go.

Prepare the Calvariae Locus.

The place of the skull?

The Bible called it
Golgotha.

Jesus of Nazareth
had one.

Now you will get yours.

You're thinking of escape?
- Of course.

And once I'm free,

I'll kill you.

Perhaps.

But not before we finish
what we started in Florence.

Burn him!

What is happening here?
- They caught him.

The true Monster of Italy.

Burn him!

Look at him!

Let me through!

Stop this! Stop this!

Stop this at once!

Count Riario is not innocent,
but he is not guilty either.

He confessed.

lllness took away
his right mind.

I beg for your mercy,
my lord.

He is not worthy
of mercy.

Your da Vinci cured him.

Leonardo swore that he would
never again return to madness.

My da Vinci?

Leonardo
now serves Rome.

He's turned his back
on Florence

and hid a bloody assassin
in our midst.

If Leonardo
returns to Florence,

he will be executed
for treason.

She uses Leo's name
to sell her lie

without him here
to disagree.

You'd say anything
to save Riario.

I can see it
in your eyes.

Innocence or guilt be damned,
you are in love with him.

Only a tyrant would condemn a man
without a trial.

Is Florence no longer
a freethinking republic?!

There is no need
for a trial!

There is no doubt
of his guilt!

Count Riario
has confessed.

Now,

get back
to your craven master Sixtus

before we put you
on trial

for abetting the killer
of the Mother of Florence.

There may be value
in a trial.

Why delay
the inevitable?

I would make a speech

and the people would condemn him
to a formal execution.

No. He deserves
to die in the streets

like the rabid dog he is!
- Then have the trial.

Let all of Italy know
what he did

and prove to them
that you are not a tyrant

but an enlightened Medici.

I appreciate your counsel,
Vanessa.

Come.

Join me for a repast.

Please.

That's quite the spread.
- Mm.

You look well, Vlad.

Are you surprised?

Well, last time we saw you,
you were on fire.

My flesh does not burn.

You fell.
- My bones do not break.

The loss of blood.
- I have all the blood...

I require.

Mm.

Mm.

It's just delicious.

Would you...?

Hmm.

You know
what they say, uh,

eat rotten meat,
you'll pay for it later in your bedpan.

No, no, no.

He is not rotten.

Are you?

No.

For the love of God.
- God has no seat at my table.

Hey, Nico,

avoid the wine.

Now, please try
some of my tasty broth.

Looks good.
- Well, naturally.

Hmm.

Vlad, we come
on official business.

Italy prepares a Crusade

to wipe out
your old favorites,

the Ottoman Turks.

We need your help.

And we want you
to join up.

Count Vlad
Draculea Tepes III,

Lucifer's disciple,
on a Holy Roman Crusade?

Ha!

We're marching
to Otranto

to throw those fuckers
into the sea.

Isn't that right, Nico?

Zo,

the broth.

Drugged us?

You dr...
- Can you blame me?

When last
you visited Wallachia,

you rewarded
my hospitality with poison.

And theft.

Now you eat
at my table.

Hmm.

I don't know

if you're a hero

or a fool.

Vlad.

Please. I'm sorry.

I have no interest
in apologies.

Only in a game

of penance.

Help!

What did I do?

Help, please! Please!

Girolamo?

You should not have come.

Your return has put
the Crusade in jeopardy,

not to mention
your own life.

A life for a life.

You were not yourself
when you did those things.

What if I was?

What if that murderer
is the real me?

Impossible.
- How can you be so sure?

Because I cannot love
a murderer.

You gave me strength.

And now I must use it

to keep you as far away
from the monster within

as I can.

Free me!

Free me!
- Oh!

Free me.
- My brother.

Free me.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

I know a salve
to heal such wounds.

Valerian root,
chrysanthus,

a saltwater compress,

none of which I have.

Sophia.

Sophia.
- Yes.

I see our...

our mother
in your eyes.

We have much
to talk... talk about.

Now is not the time.

Oh!

Wait, wait, wait.

Wait.

Leonardo.

Leonardo.
- What?

What?

Our mother...

she's dead.

How did it happen?

She was warning me
about our fates.

Someone took a knife
to her throat.

I couldn't see who.

Sophia.

Our mother,
she wanted us

to find one another.

To survive.

I will not

let anything

happen to you.

Bring him.

Riario saved you
in Rome.

Now it's a girl
to the rescue.

Zo! Wake up!

Zo, please!

Zo! Zo, help!

Nico!
Get him out of there now!

Zo. Zo.
- Get him out!

Get him...
- I will...

if you play the game...

and win.

Naturally,

if you lose,

these blades will lacerate
your young friend's body.

Often,
the key to victory

is choosing
the right piece

to sacrifice.

Hey,

I'm sorry.

My great-uncle
was a grand master.

You may as well forfeit.

Save yourself
the humiliation, Vlad.

You can't bluff
a man without a soul.

Today, we play
by Wallachian rules.

During the time it takes you
to decide your move,

my men will adjust
the blades.

Stop, stop! I get it.
I get it. Stop.

In the time it takes me
to move,

the men will not
spin the wheel.

Understood?

If I win,

you set him free

and you join us in our fight
against the Turks.

Only if you make
the right sacrifice.

Sit.

The first move
is the most important.

Game on, Vlad.

That was quick.
Care to reconsider?

No.
I really like my move.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fucking move, Zo!
- Shh.

Language is very informal.
- Yeah, it's only when he's nervous.

Ah.

So you do know how to play.
- Yeah.

I wasn't bluffing.

Shit.
- Is your champion a brilliant swindler

orjust a dim-witted
pickpocket, hmm?

After I've
exsanguinated the boy,

I will drain you, too.

Your blood
will fill my bathtub.

Don't let him
distract you, Zo.

Oh, fuck.

You know, you could always
abandon your friend.

The castle gate is...
is really not very far.

Shut up, shut up.
- So what is it to be?

Loyalty to your friend
or to your own skin, hmm?

Would he do the same
for you?

Check, check,
check, check!

You see, he wishes
his real master da Vinci

were here
to hold his hand.

Check and mate!
Stop!

Stop the blades!
Stop the blades!

Have you made
the right sacrifice?

The coin.

Is this what you want?

Yeah?

Your fucking
gold sultani?

Yes.

How does it feel?

It stings.

I meant
having your vengeance.

Against the man that killed
that teacher of yours.

Verrocchio was much more
than a teacher.

More like a father.

A friend.

The sisters at the convent
told us vengeance was a sin.

Yet I've thought of little else
on my way here.

Who were they, Leo?

Who?

The men that took
Lucrezia prisoner.

Tell me of them again.

One was old and grey

and she seemed
to know him.

Her father.

The other was a commander
of the Voynuks,

an elite Slavic auxiliary force
within the Ottoman infantry.

You know,
I think I know that man.

We fought against him

in Otranto.

Sophia,

I, um...

I don't want to fuel
your desire for vengeance,

but I think he might be the man
who executed our father.

We can find them.

Together,
we can find them

and we can
rescue Lucrezia

and we can...
- No, Sophia, Sophia.

Look at me,
look at me. Shh.

Hey.

One step at a time.

Now,

Lucrezia said...

you had a page

from the Book of Leaves.

Yes.

Where is it?
- I hid it here when I first arrived.

That man Lupo

hoped I could read it.

Lucky for me,
he was right.

The Labyrinth thought
I could read it, too.

That's why
they wanted me dead.

One of many reasons.

Mm.

It looks
exactly the same.

It's... it's the same.

It's the same as when I saw it
in the Vatican Secret Archives.

Nothing's changed.
- This is not what I saw.

What?
- There... there were words, designs.

That was
under moonlight.

Moonlight?
Why moonlight?

Lupo insisted.

He said the page must be read
by lunar light.

As a child,
I played that game with my brother.

Even when we were
imprisoned by the Turks,

our games continued.

Until he betrayed me.

Joined our enemies.

Abandoned me
to my cell

with only Lucifer
to keep me company.

Is he saying he shared a cell
with the devil?

Just don't
antagonize him,

please.

Follow me.

Come.

Come on.

Fucking Zo.

He's crazier
than da Vinci.

My brother took with him

the secret
of my father's steel.

And gave it to the Turks.

You see,

I had to be certain...

you were loyal men...

before I could trust you
to join me

on my quest
for vengeance.

Join you?

You were always
going to Otranto.

Of course.

But...

I had to be certain
you would not betray me...

again.

I can't abide

the company of traitors.

For after all...

...I'm running out
of room.

Perhaps there is a better use
for all this armor.

Something
about this place

does not feel natural.

That's precisely
why we're here.

When I was a boy,

I wandered down here.

In there.

Something inexplicable
happened.

And when I came out,

there was blood
on my hands.

I couldn't explain it.

Haunted me for years.

Spirits?
Shadows of the dead?

No, no.

No.

It's everything

I saw then.

It happened today.

It wasn't...

it wasn't
precisely the same, but...

more or less.

What if...
what if...

what if...

everything I saw then,

was it a glimpse
of some possible future?

All over the world,

there are rumors of places
where the laws of nature don't apply.

Points of...
of strange attraction

for both time
and memory.

Many civilizations
have mapped these locations.

You're making
a compass?

Drawing lines
between them,

tracing what they call...

a river of time.

There's no true north.

You...

are a curious girl.

It gets me into trouble
sometimes.

I know the feeling.

Do you think the strange energies
in this place will help us to read?

Well, we'll know...

soon enough.

All is not lost, Your Holiness.

Lorenzo will put Riario on trial
and we can defend him.

It will not be Riario
who is on trial,

it'll be me!

De Medici
takes my crusaders,

my general.

He mocks me
at every turn.

If any of my troops
survive Otranto,

they will march
on Florence!

To eradicate Lorenzo's cesspool
once and for all!

A defense from Your Holiness
may weaken their case.

Riario will only hang
if they find him guilty.

He is guilty.

There.

They're plans.

They're designs.

It's some sort of machine.
- Machine?

Yes.
- I see storm clouds.

What? You don't...

you don't see some kind
of mechanized device?

No!
It... it looks like

gathering gloom
but in miniature.

I see a bird,

but without a head.

What we're...
what we're seeing must be...

it must be related.

Though

what my machine could have to do
with your strange bird is beyond me.

Tiny lightning!
- Sparks of heaven.

Ha, ha! Right.
Come with me.

What?
- I need to, um...

I need to build
a wooden frame.

I wish Zo were here.
- What?

Um, and, uh... uh,

I could cannibalize
the ironworks

off the old well.
Um,

uh, gears

from the music box
back in the house

and, um, a rope and pulley
from the old vineyard.

What about
my headless bird?

I know
of such a flying creature.

How?

Because I built one.

We've all leaned on you so much
since your return.

Never truly considering
your ordeal.

You need rest.

You need to heal.

You're not alone,
Lorenzo.

You're not alone.

Sophia!

Come on,
what are we waiting for?

Coming!

It's like nothing
I've ever seen before.

It's simple,

but it's intricately
complex.

It's ancient,
but it's also modern.

What happens
when the crystals align?

I assume
it acts as a lens

and focuses the light.

Ah, the winglet

acts as a vertical projection
near the tail end.

It's tricky to manage.
Just be careful how you attach it.

But will it fly?

Yes.

You seem very confident.

Ah, well,

I designed something very similar
for an old apprentice of mine.

It bore him aloft
without harm,

so your headless bird

will hug the clouds,
Sophia.

But for what purpose?

Let's find out.

You ready? All right.
- Yeah.

Right, I'll take that.
- Okay.

Both... both hands,
both hands.

This way, this way.
That's it. Good.

It's quite a distance.
Okay, now let's go right.

That's it.

Okay.
- Hold it there. You got it?

Yeah, okay.
- Now keep still.

Okay.
- Just hold it still.

Got it?
- Yeah.

All right.

Right. Ready?
- Yeah.

Now!

Ha, that's it,
that's it.

That's what you saw?

Yeah.

Well, that's certainly
what I saw.

The specifications
were clear.

It was, um, a series
of pulleys and gears,

yes,

attached by
a metal-permeated cable

to your headless bird.

I thought the wind
would activate it.

The crystal mechanism,
does it rotate?

Shit.

Can you feel that?

The hairs on my arms
are standing up.

Yes.
- What's happening?

Shit!