Da Vinci's Demons (2013–2015): Season 3, Episode 9 - Angelus Iratissimus - full transcript

There's a girl, Sophia.
She has the page.

She's your sister.

Our mother, she wanted
us to find one another.

Girolamo: Lorenzo de Medici.

I am not here to
kill, but to confess.

I took Clarice's life.

Riario will only hang
if they find him guilty.

He is guilty.

Lorenzo: 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.



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

We can't defeat them
without your help.

Sophia: He said the page
must be read by lunar light.

What we're seeing
must be related.

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

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

Now!

Francesco: Open it.

You heard me. Open her cell.

We must talk.

Away from here.

There's nothing left to discuss.

You may hate me,
daughter, but you are alive.

Oh, so I should be grateful



to be kept here locked
up like a caged animal

for your amusement.

Your incarceration
is of your own doing.

And now you must pay the price.

Unless you prove your worth.

Tell us what da
Vinci has planned.

You're scared.

You know he has the page

and you are terrified

of the horror that he
will rain down upon you.

I assure you I
have nothing to fear.

Francesco: Let me show you why.

The greatest fighting force
the world has ever known.

Engineered from
Leonardo's designs.

Without us,

his creations will
be lost forever.

Relegated to the pages
of long-forgotten journals.

You've created a
monster you can't control.

Your alliance is crumbling.

Without Caterina,

you have nothing
left to offer them.

We have used the Turks.

As they have used us.

Our design was to unify Italy.

And that we have done.

And now,

one way or the other,

this war is coming to an end.

The only question that
remains is who lives or dies.

Leonardo: Why would the page

instruct us to build
this contraption

if it wasn't going to give
us a means to focus it?

Hmm? We are missing something!

Tell me again... Tell
me again what you saw.

The storm, the winged creature,

the... the tall structure,
your bell tower.

In Otranto, that's the Church
of Santa Maria Annunziata.

We know that.

The highest point in the city.

A clear line of sight

with which to unleash

the wrath of nature.

And most likely destroy
ourselves in the process.

Look.

You've heard of the
legend of Pandora?

Brilliant, gifted child

whose curiosity unleashed
evil into the world.

I'm not gonna let
that happen again.

We will not wield this weapon

until we can fully control it.

Show yourself!

Zo!

Yeah.

- What are you doing here?
- I came to rescue you.

Well, I appreciate the thought.

You're a little late.

Carlo,

he was here.

If it wasn't for Sophia...

- Sophia?
- Yeah.

- Is you?
- Hello.

Hello.

It's... this is Zo,

my most trusted
friend and partner.

This is Sophia.

- She's my sister.
- What?

Yeah.

Yeah, it was a shock to me, too.

How?

Our mother and father
had carnal relations.

- No, I mean...
- Where's Nico?

I don't know what I mean.

- Zo?
- Yeah, what?

- Nico. Where's Nico?
- Nico is, uh, helping to equip

the Crusade forces
with Vlad's armor.

He had enough for
nearly our entire army.

- You got him to join us?
- Well, he thinks we're joining him.

I suggest we keep it that way.

We're to meet up
with them in Brindisi.

What, they've left already?

Yeah. It's been
a fortnight, Leo.

- What the hell have you been up to?
- Take a look.

Look.

We're working on a device
to beat the Ottomans.

What is it?

It is...

a prototype
we're still refining.

- That's not an answer.
- We're still trying to figure out

how it works.

We know it harnesses
the power of nature.

There were instructions in a
page from the Book of Leaves.

Please tell me we're
not on that hunt again.

I know, I know, I know,
but this machine...

This machine could be the thing
that turns the odds in our favor.

What?

- Zo! Zo!
- Fucking hell!

Get the breastplate.

Get it off me, get it off me!

The armor.

The energy could have
dispersed in any direction,

but it... it focused here

as though the
armor attracted it.

Attracted it?

Where's this from?

Uh, it's Wallachia,
by way of the Turks.

Damascus steel,
made in ancient Persia.

The secrets of its manufacture
have been lost for centuries.

It's purported to have
magical properties.

A da Vinci who
believes in magic?

Well, it only appears as magic
to those who don't understand it.

Right, we need to
repeat the results.

Um, bring the armor here.

That's it.

- Fuck it.
- Good. Now stay back.

Stay back. Right.

All right, stay back. Stand
back. Stand well back.

The rotation of the
lenses generates energy,

which collects here...

and then it's dispersed.

It directed the energy again!

Right, something...

Something in the forging must have
altered the chemical composition.

Yeah, okay, that's great,
but it's not just the Turks

who use this armor anymore.

We just outfitted our entire army,
which means if we use your device,

it'll take us all out.

Yes!

Exactly!

That's... uh, I say something,

gives him an idea
about something else.

It's how we work.

What's this?

It's yours.

I want you to have it.

Do not treat me as
one of your whores.

What?

I do not require
payment for my services.

No, no, that's not what this
is. That's not what this is.

The necklace is a sign
of affection, nothing more.

My timing was suspect, perhaps.

But perhaps it's
just not to your taste.

It's not.

This, on the other hand,

this would do
quite well, indeed.

Amen.

May the good Lord shield you
from the sight of your enemies.

Outmanned.

Abandoned by the
man who was to lead us.

A lost cause to most.

But not you.

You lack faith, Your Holiness.

And you regard truth
as open to interpretation.

Wars are not won by
strength in numbers,

but by strength of will.

This magic armor,

is it impenetrable
to reason as well?

Wanting something does
not make it so, my dear.

You do realize it's too late.

The spies suggest the Turks
have yet to move on Naples.

- There is still time.
- I was not speaking of the Turks.

Girolamo's fate

was sealed...

long before he
gave Lorenzo cause.

He's your son.

Do you not feel anything?

He confessed.

There is nothing left
for us to do but mourn.

- Get out!
- Stay away from the door!

No defense!

Silence!

We must be diplomatic.

Show them that you're
a leader, not a ruler.

Signori.

Florence is what it is today...

because of my grandfather...

Cosimo de Medici,

- whose legacy I continue.
- Men: Yes!

And in defense of
our great republic

and the memory of our
beloved Mother of Florence,

we must ensure
that justice is upheld.

Man: That's right.

But not...

Not at the expense
of our humanity.

Man: Yes.

If a man commits a crime...

he is entitled to a trial.

Signori, signori, fear not!

Is as is my wont,

justice will be applied swiftly.

The accused has
already confessed.

Bring him forth.

Man: Sinner!

Girolamo Riario,

do you intend

to recant your confession?

No.

No, I am guilty of
what I am accused.

Clarice Orsini,
Captain Dragonetti.

Who else's blood
is on your hands?

Recently,

um,

Cardinal Rodrigo of Venice...

and the proprietor

- of a house of ill repute in Rome.
- Men: Oh!

Tell me, Count Riario,

one of my staff has not
been seen in some time.

He has been missing
for several days.

Man: Where is he?

I do believe I killed him, too.

Men: Oh!

Enough!

Girolamo Riario.

For the crimes you have
committed, you shall be put to death.

Two days hence

on the anniversary of the
coronation of your uncle,

Pope Sixtus.

Perhaps he will join
us in the celebrations.

What the hell is this?

Your Holiness, may I present...

Your lord and savior.

Guards!

Laura: This is Prince Vlad,

leader of the Order
of the Dragon.

Young Machiavelli has
convinced him to join our crusade.

Vlad: An unholy
war for the ages.

He has also provided
armor to equip our soldiers.

The same armor
used by the Turks.

Stolen by the Turks.

Just as they stole the
Maestro's weapons.

Where is da Vinci?

He'll meet us in Brindisi
on the road to Otranto.

But we have his weapons

and we've already distributed
the armor to the Swiss Guard.

I see.

How many men under your command?

Eleven.

Eleven hundred?

A sizable force to be sure.

Perhaps I was too hasty
in estimating our chances.

Your Holiness,

the order stands at eleven.

As in one more than ten.

What can possibly
be accomplished

with eleven men?

Well...

many times that of one, hmm?

But I am no abacist, mm.

They are here, Your Holiness.

They're ready.

Well, this ought to be riveting.

Sixtus: Countrymen.

Servants of God.

The day has come

for you to drive
the heathen Turk

from our shores.

You must go forth and fight!

Fight for your people,

fight for your church,

fight for your pope!

We go forth now to fight.

Not for eternal glory,

but for God,

who commands us to march.

To be brave

and to take back
what is rightfully ours!

We fight now united.

And a united Italy...

cannot be stopped!

For our souls will be invincible

and our glory immortal.

Praise be to heaven!

Praise be to Italy!

For Italy!

Italy, Italy, Italy!

Leonardo: Couldn't
help yourself?

I'm sorry.

You were asleep and I
have so many questions.

Well, um,

I'd say we have about an hour

before daylight.

What do you want to know?

In your journal,

you write of a man
named Al-Rahim.

You broke my cipher?

Well, the first section
is backwards writing,

transposing letters,
simple enough.

But I haven't cracked
the last part yet.

- Maybe you could teach me.
- Not a chance.

Al-Rahim.

You say he navigates
the river of time...

- Mm.
- And that he plundered your mind

and stole your designs.

I thought he was taking
me on a journey of discovery.

That was not the case.

Is that how Mother came to me?

- She could navigate this river, too?
- I believe so.

I'm not sure of its mechanism.

Uh, perhaps...

Perhaps the ability has something to
do with the energies we felt in the cave?

Our mother was...

a soothsayer after all.

She was schooled
in arcane sciences.

You were looking for her

for a long time.

Yeah, most of my life.

She left when I was a child.

I just wanted to find out why.

Did you get your answers?

A few.

But perhaps we're not
meant to have them all.

- What was he like?
- Who?

Piero da Vinci.

Stubborn.

He was prideful.

But...

courageous when
it mattered most.

That description would
fit our mother as well.

Oh, really?

Well, then perhaps we've
unraveled another mystery

as to why they didn't last.

So, how old did
you say you were?

- Are you 20?
- 19.

19,19...

What is it?

19.

I think we might...

only be half siblings.

Piero isn't my father?

Caterina left him

to join the Sons of Mithras

and to be with the
man who led them.

Al-Rahim?

The man that betrayed you?

We should get going.

Fuck off.

Leonardo: The Crusade army.

What's left of them.

The dead are only ours.

There's not a Turk among them.

It was an ambush, then.
They were waiting for us.

Nico. Nico!

Nico!

Look!

Vlad?

What happened?

A great reaping of souls.

We could not save them.

Where's Nico?

Tell me what happened.

They knew we were coming.

That's the only explanation.

Alerted by a spy in
our midst, no doubt.

Our column was headed south.

The bombards came first...

under the cover
of a smoke screen.

We couldn't tell what
direction they came from,

so we attempted to retreat.

So we fled for the tree line

where their...

Your armored carriages

met us with cannon
fire and flame.

They tore us apart.

If it were not for Vlad and
his men, we would all be dead.

They showed no mercy.

How many armored carts?

Dozens.

Bloody hell.

What do we do now?

We keep going.

How?

More than half our forces
have been wiped out.

There is not enough of
us left to fight the enemy.

That... that is exactly
why they won't expect us.

Singh: It's preposterous,

allowing last rites
to be administered

to the Monster of Italy.

We are all monsters, my dear.

Haunted by our pasts

or our presents.

Our actions driven by
the whispers of angels

and demons.

Perhaps he should
have listened to his angel.

I murdered your master.

Yet this is all you can muster?

Be my penance.

Cleanse my blackened soul.

I'll cleanse your fucking soul.

Have you no manners?

Feast on my blood!

Your fucking blood!

My business caters
to all manner of clients.

In fact, we have entertained

many an emissary
from the Vatican.

Perhaps when
you are done here...

Oh, my poor child.

How hard it must have been.

You were an orphan, yes?

Sold into slavery
of the cruelest kind.

So much pain,

so little hope.

And yet you persevered.

And now you wield real power,

but you do it still
in service to others.

There is still time
to change your path.

Look to God as your guide

and you will never
need another master.

Now, please...

take me to see this
monster you fear so.

You have a visitor.

We ain't done yet.

Why have you come?

To revel in your
grotesque creation?

The architect of my insanity.

You think yourself insane?

No, my dear boy.

You are much more than that.

More than I could
ever have imagined.

Your training, the guidance,

it revealed you.

I'm only sorry that
it has taken so long

for me to see.

I don't...

What is the objective
of a labyrinth?

To reach the center.

To find the one true path

and avoid the traps
left along the way.

That is why our
Labyrinth exists.

To weed through
the blades of grass

and find the one

at the center of it all.

The one God has
chosen as his messenger.

His messenger is you, Girolamo.

No.

No.

I cannot be, no.

I am not the one.

I resisted.

Your resistance took
a form like no other.

But it is now clear it
was not resistance.

Rather, an extraction.

One that revealed
your true purpose.

My purpose...

is to kill?

Yes!

Don't you see?

You are an avenging angel,

excising sinners with a
swipe of your glorious blade.

You are the Minotaur.

You are God's monster.

Why?

Why tell me this now?

Tomorrow, I will
be put to death.

How can I serve Him then?

Leave that to me, dear boy.

The city is undergoing
a spiritual awakening.

It started in the churches,

but now our brothers
are taking to the streets.

And what am I to do?

Embrace it.

Embrace God's will.

Embrace His plan for you.

Your life has been spent
in search of meaning.

Now you have it.

Do not turn your back.

Leonardo: Right,
here's what we know.

The primary camp
of the Ottoman forces

is located here, to
the west of Otranto.

And the roving killing
machines are here

outside the city.

Destroying them,
that's our first priority.

I thought they were made of the
same impenetrable steel as the armor.

The exterior, yes, but the inside is
simple gears and wooden framing.

Assuming they have stuck
to my original design, yes.

Even if you succeed,

your troops are outnumbered
by the thousands.

You will not last long.

I never said

that we have to defeat them.

So, what,

your plan is, uh, to lose, hmm?

Well, you said it yourself, hmm?

We cannot match
them in battle, yes?

So what we need to do is hold
them off for as long as we can

and then we just let
my device do the rest.

What device?

Sophia.

Destroying the tanks

will draw out their
troops to this location,

giving our machine a clear
line of sight from the bell tower.

What is this...

sorcery?

It's the final
nail in the coffin

of the Turks.

A machine?

It's a weapon.

It's designed to take out a large
number of enemy soldiers at one time.

All we need to do

is just lure them
out into the open.

No.

This is absurd.

You cannot risk your
soldiers' lives on a magic trick.

It's not magic.

It's faith.

Faith?

Your holy crusade

is led by men, not
some precious deity.

I'm not talking
about faith in God.

I'm talking about
faith in da Vinci.

Faith in da Vinci?

So how do you propose
to destroy these tanks?

Leonardo: First, I
need you to steal one.

First off,

I just wanna say great plan.

Genius, really.

What is it?

It won't work.

I can make it to the catacombs.

No, you can't,

because they're on the other
side of the city to the tank yard.

Christ, Leo, even you can't
be in two places at once.

We have to split up.

Sophia and I can
make it into the city.

You're volunteering my sister?

She's the only one who
knows how the device works.

You've already talked to her.

She talked to me.

Mostly I just nodded.

- No.
- Why not?

Because it's too dangerous.

Don't worry. I'll make sure
nothing happens to him.

- Oh, thank you.
- No.

Sorry, no.

Come on, do you think the
Turks are just gonna stand there

while everything's
going up in flames?

We need one as a
distraction for the other.

It's the only way the plan's
gonna work and you know it.

We'll look after each other.

Just like we do.

Fine.

Thank you.

Help me with these.

Careful with those! Be careful.

My men and I

should accompany you.

Well, we want to get in and out

without being detected.

So slaughtering everyone we see

might attract
unwanted attention.

Hmm, a fair point.

You were right.

- Hmm?
- What you said about the Turks.

Is this an apology
for setting me on fire

or pushing me off a ledge?

- I also poisoned you.
- Attempted.

Right, right.

- Maestro, it's the last one.
- Coming.

Vlad: Try not to die.

Leonardo: Oh.

Oh, look at this.

Coiled spring.

- They modified your drive system.
- Yeah.

Powered by inertia,
stored energy.

That's... that's
really very clever.

How do you steer it?

I'd say left, right,
and then forward,

both of them together,
then back this way.

All right?

Let's go.

Shit!

Sorry, sorry.

That was... I got
it, I got it, I got it.

Sophia: We're not lost, are we?

- No, of course not.
- Our pace has slowed.

Yeah, the basket's
heavy, funnily enough.

Right, this way.

How do you know
about this tunnel anyway?

Because we used it to escape
from a city which had just gone Turk.

I wasn't expecting
to be back here.

Perhaps the local vegetation

can help you to
retrace your steps.

- Ah, thanks.
- Or finding your footprints

left somewhere in the bushes.

Yeah.

Found it.

Your brother likes to litter.

That's it, keep it slow.

Maestro,

tank depot's up ahead.

All right.

Just take us in like you belong.

Okay.

Just steady, careful.
Now slowly, slowly, slowly.

- Here we go.
- That's it.

That's it. We're through,
we're through, we're through.

Now just go straight down
to the far end of the tank yard

and be as confident as you can.

- Right, stop here.
- Yeah.

That's it.

Anyone around?

No, you're clear.

All right.

Let's do this.

Nico, shh. Pass me
another bag of bombards.

That's it, that's it.

That's it.

Now the powder keg.

Now, listen, I need you
to drive alongside me

while I plant the rest of them.

We need to obscure
the guard's line of sight.

Okay, but what if they
see the powder trail?

Well, let's hope they don't.

At the end of this, we climb out
into a building across from the church.

- And then what?
- Uh,

the tank yard explosions
should give us the cover we need

to get to the bell tower.

Should be... shit.

This is new.

We don't have time
to find a way around it.

We're gonna have to
go through it. Come on.

Ah!

When I told Leo I'd
be looking after you,

I didn't realize you'd
be quite so delicate.

Those nuns in the convent,

you were a pain in
their arse, weren't you?

Maybe a little bit.

This way!

- And don't forget the basket!
- Wait!

It's all right.

It's all right.

Nico: Maestro!

Come on.

The Architect:
People of Florence,

I come to you with a message

from Saint Peter himself.

From the bowels
of this cursed city,

under lock and key,

you hold the sword of God,

Count Girolamo Riario!

If you do not release him,

it is you who will
receive His punishment.

We are on the verge

of a great battle.

An ancient conflict...

- In range.
- Shot's loaded.

Begun before time itself began.

A battle between good

and evil,

between light and dark.

A battle for the
very soul of man!

Leo.

It's time. Come on!

We must be pure of heart!

Imbued with the courage to fight

and prepared for
the sacrifice to come.

I have seen a vision
of your city in flames.

God's judgment

unless you heed my warnings.

For much will burn!

Many will be scorched

and all must choose

whether to be amongst the ashes

or the all-consuming flames.

Unless you heed my warnings.

Embrace the path
of righteousness...

or face His wrath!

Keep low.

Zo!

Fuck me.