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♪ Though the dust of you is gone ♪

♪ And the world of what is done ♪

♪ Fate reclaims the throne ♪

♪ Of revolution's bones ♪

♪ Come with me ♪

♪ Drink away on her beauty ♪

♪ We can fight them ♪

♪ I can say that I can change the world ♪

♪ If you let me I can change our world for us ♪

♪ Come with me and... ♪

[church bell tolling]

You see, uh, it's never too late for reconciliation.

Why don't you find Sandro? Make your peace with him.

He knows you weren't directly to blame for Simonetta's death.

But, if you'd respect the sanctity of her marriage,

-then... -Oh, Ma donna Ardinghelli. How are you?

-I am very well. Thank you. -Hmm.

Sorry, you were saying something about the sanctity of marriage.

Just do it.

[worship bell ringing] [choir singing]

Sorry.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

It's only just started. We still got time.

No. Let's stay... stay here.

Why is Francesco Pazzi over there?

-I don't know. -[worship bell ringing]

[marching footsteps]

Send me to the Gonfaloniere.

I have an urgent message from His Holiness.

Your men can wait here,

while we speak in my office.

[door closes] Take a seat, Your Grace.

What exactly is it that you want, Your Grace? Do you think I might slake my thirst

[clears throat] before we talk business?

[cardinal praying in Latin]

[praying continues]

[prayer stops]

[breathing heavily]

No!

[crowd screaming]

No!

No!

No!

[crowd screaming]

No, wait! Wait!

-Mother! -Come on, we need to go!

Giuliano! Giuliano!

No!

[Lorenzo] Giuliano.

[both grunting]

[crowd screaming]

[grunting]

[Lorenzo] Aah. Aah!

-No! -We have to run. We have to run.

My boy! Help him!

[Clarice] Lorenzo the sacristy!

Get her in!

Giuliano.

[screaming] My boy! No!

No! [crying] No!

[grunting]

Lorenzo, come on, the sacristy!

Francesco. Francesco.

[panting]

Francesco. Kill him.

Aah.

Giuliano. Giuliano.

Giuliano.

No! Ah, Nori!

[screaming]

[Lorenzo] Get in. Get in.

All right, get in.

Get in.

[Lorenzo panting]

You left him?

You left Giuliano?

-No, no, no. You get out. -Mother.

-No, no, you get him! Get out! -I am sorry, I'm sorry! He's dead!

[Lucrezia sobbing]

[banging on door] I am sorry.

-I'm sorry. -[Lucrezia crying]

[grunting] [crowd screaming]

[grunts]

Poliziano. Poliziano. Poliziano. Poliziano.

-Sandro! -What's happening?

The Medici were murdered.

Lorenzo and Giuliano are dead.

Get out of my way, get out of my way.

Get out of my--

[people clamoring]

Do you hear something? What you hear...

is the birth of a new republic.

[horse whinnying]

[quacking]

Why are they here?

Help me break down the door.

-[all grunting] -[bang on door]

[Clarice] You're bleeding heavily.

[Francesco] Nobody's coming to help you.

-I must go. -[door thuds]

-I must go and help Giuliano. -No, no... There are too many!

-How many? How many? -[door bangs]

Because it could be. The room was full of hundreds of people.

-Hundreds! -[man] Again.

-They just stood and watched... -[door thuds]

-...did nothing. -[Clarice] They were afraid.

-Of five men? -[stutters] They panicked and ran.

I should have done something, I should have done something.

-[thudding on door] -I should have done something,

[grunting]

[Lucrezia] Oh, make it stop. Make it stop!

[people chattering]

A papal army will arrive shortly.

But with the cooperation of Gonfaloniere Petrucci,

there will be no need for any further bloodshed.

[gasping]

[Francesco] Jacopo, Salviati,

and the army of men led by Montesecco

are now in control of the Priori.

Another 600 men are on their way from Imola.

[Lucrezia crying]

[Francesco] Lorenzo, you might as well surrender.

I cut Lorenzo's throat, he's mortally wounded.

Make sure of it...

and meet me at the Government palace.

[Francesco] Come out of there, Lorenzo!

Come on out!

[banging on door]

We could be hammering at that door for days

and not break it down.

[breathing heavily]

He's probably bled to death.

If he's not, he soon will.

[man] We should go.

We should be at the Priori by now,

declaring a new government with your uncle.

He told us to make sure.

-[Francesco] Lorenzo. -Lorenzo...

[sobbing together]

I should have done--

I should have listened to him. If I'd listened to him, he'd be alive.

-[Lucrezia] Oh, God. -[Lorenzo] I should have listened to him.

I'll go to him. I'll go to him.

-I'll go to him. -[Clarice blubbering]

-There's nothing you can do. -No, no, no.

-[Clarice] It's too late. -[Lucrezia] It's not too late.

[Clarice] He's dead.

-It's too late. -[Lucrezia] It's not too late. No!

-No! -Yes. It is-- Shh!

-No! -I'm so sorry.

No!

-Listen to her. -[Lucrezia] No!

-[Lucrezia crying] No. No. -[Vespucci] It's done.

[Lucrezia] My boy, my boy...

I need to get out of here.

-[coughing] -[Lorenzo] Nori, wait.

[mumbling]

Come on.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I am sorry. It was my fault. I am so sorry.

I am so sorry.

I was the son of peasants,

son of people in cuffs.

My good... [speaking indistinctly]

So you took me to your bank

and under your wing.

I am happy to give my life for you.

No...

No, please.

No, no.

No. [boy] Hello?

[banging on door]

Hello.

You can come out now. They have gone.

Who's... Who's that?

[boy] One of the choir boys.

No, no, he... it could be a trap.

No, no, Lorenzo.

Lorenzo, no, it could be a trap. Lorenzo.

[Lorenzo] I can't wait any longer.

They've... They've gone to the Priori.

Giuliano, my boy.

[panting]

Help me, help me.

[sobbing]

Wake up. Wake up, wake up.

Thank God.

[shushing]

I should have listened to you.

Better late than never.

Together in heaven.

Vespucci's going to hell for this.

No, no.

Giuliano, Giuliano.

Sorry.

No! No!

My boy!

No!

[Clarice] Lorenzo, no! [Lucrezia] My boy.

You cannot go out there alone.

Come home, gather your forces, march on your strength.

People need to know I am alive.

[Clarice] You won't be for long. Your mother was right.

They left us here.

Come back. Live to fight another day.

-[Sandro] Lorenzo. -Go after him. Please protect him.

[Sandro] Lorenzo.

[man] I bring greetings from the Curia,

and a message of peace

from His Holiness The Pope.

Jacopo Pazzi

and the brave patriots who today have overthrown

the tyrannical rule of the Medici...

have his full support.

[horse whinnying]

[people murmuring]

Almost 400 years ago,

my ancestor Pazzino de' Pazzi

led the liberation of Jerusalem and now,

we do the same for Florence.

The Priori...

will no longer be puppets of Lorenzo de' Medici.

There will be no more of the same old

corrupt political elite.

It is time for the people to take back control.

It is time for liberty.

Death to Medici tyranny!

Liberty, freedom to the people!

Victory.

[man] Long live Jacopo Pazzi.

Jacopo.

Jacopo.

Jacopo.

Jacopo.

Jacopo.

[crowd chanting] Jacopo.

Come here.

The Gonfaloniere Cesare Petrucci

has agreed to hand over his position

to Jacopo Pazzi

and will now make an announcement.

[indistinct crowd chattering]

[Petrucci] Do you think we have no guards?

Lorenzo sent for the Cavalcantis this morning.

[crowd chanting] Jacopo.

[chanting continues]

[Jacopo] Open up.

-[man] The men in the Priori. -Locked in.

Good. Go to the bell tower, ring the alarm

-fire on the rebels... -Give me that.

-Guard the door. -I am the new Gonfaloniere

with the new Priori,

and I demand you open these gates.

They locked us in.

[crowd screaming]

Move!

Move. Move!

We need to requisition your cart

as a battering ram.

The despots are dead, and we need to get into the Government palace.

Is that a ghost then?

[inaudible]

[people murmuring]

These men...

are murderers.

These men...

These men are villains.

Your dictatorship is over, Medici.

The people have spoken.

They will no longer follow one elite family

and their cronies.

The people will rule.

These men plotted to kill me.

Plotted to kill me and my brother in the Duomo,

on the Sabbath

in the middle of Mass.

These are not crimes against my family.

These are crimes against God!

My brother is...

My bro--

My brother...

My brother is dead.

[Francesco] We chose to spare you,

but we will spare you no longer if you don't surrender.

Raise your weapons.

And break down the doors. -Break them down. -[crowd screaming]

You heard him. Let the horses loose.

I am just a stonecutter, I know nothing of politics,

but when the Medici run things,

my trade is good

and my boy eats.

And my trade, too.

[man] If this is the people of Florence speaking,

why are these soldiers outsiders?

Long live Lorenzo de' Medici.

[crowd] Long live Lorenzo de' Medici.

Long live Lorenzo de' Medici who gave us work.

And gave us work.

[man] Long live Lorenzo de' Medici.

-And philosophy. -Long live Lorenzo de' Medici.

You gave us poetry.

[crowd chanting] Long live Lorenzo de' Medici.

A papal army

will soon be at the gates.

If you resist the will of God,

there will be slaughter.

You've already lost, Medici.

We control the Priori.

[church bell tolling]

[man] Up there.

[church bell tolling continues]

The city's gates will be closed.

Your army will be repelled.

[crowd cheering]

[man] Kill him.

[man] Kill him.

Go. Go!

[guard] Get inside.

Close the gates.

[Guglielmo] Remember that letter. I opened it this morning.

It was from Francesco,

inviting us to meet him at his villa

to discuss urgent business.

Us?

Both of us?

I thought it was odd.

It... [stammering] It would have meant missing Mass and...

If it was so pressing why not mention it when he saw us at the banquet?

Do you still have it?

I threw it on the fire.

So you can't prove what it said?

Do I have to?

To my own wife...

Why were we standing in the nave?

We were late.

And as we came in, I saw Salviati

slipping out of the back.

And then I saw Francesco

not at our family villa in the hills as he said he'd be,

not in our family pew as he should have been. He sat behind Giuliano.

And he had this look on his face.

But by then it was too late.

No, it wasn't.

Why didn't you shout?

You could have saved his life.

I couldn't believe what I was thinking that...

-that my brother... -He warned you.

-Not exactly. -He warned you, and you did nothing.

[crowd cheering]

-[woman 1] Lorenzo! -[woman 2] Medici!

[cheering slowly stops]

The Pazzi family have a long,

long history of treachery and murder.

And previous crimes have gone unpunished,

because they could not be proven.

But now...

Now I want the entire Pazzi family

hunted down and wiped out.

I want their financial assets seized

and given to the people.

And I want their coat of arms

removed from every building, every document, every coin

and every surface in this city.

I want the Pazzi name expunged from history.

[crowd cheering]

Come on!

[all panting]

[distant clamoring]

Open the door.

Let me in!

Open the door.

[whinnying]

[Jacopo] Halt.

Open the gates.

I said open the gates.

[guard] No.

This is an emergency. I am in control now, understood?

Of course, Signor.

All right, contact Milan and Venice,

demand military support according to the terms of our treaty.

[guard] We got company.

Bring them in.

[guard] On your knees.

You may confess before I pass sentence.

So we get no trial?

Did my brother?

Nothing I have done is a crime.

I have nothing to confess.

I confess to being a professional soldier.

I carried out the duties I was paid to perform.

And my wife suspected you.

Carlo tried to warn us.

My brother even heard rumors of an army.

They will be here any moment.

Will they?

I should have done more.

I should have done more, but...

How could I have predicted this?

[Salviati] You have no right to judge us.

The Medici have killed countless times.

Your father made an orphan of me with a stroke of his quill.

We were friends, Francesco.

There were times that Giuliano was jealous of you.

You are a Medici,

I am a Pazzi.

We could never be truly friends.

Hang these two so the whole city can see them.

He can die a soldier's death at the point of a sword.

If you kill me...

Carlo will die in Rome.

Not while I have the Pope's nephew to bargain with.

Jacopo has been seen trying to get out of the North gate.

[man] He won't get far.

Lorenzo, please do not do anything you'll later regret.

Hang them.

Spread out.

Search every building.

[Jacopo grunts]

Always looking for trouble, aren't you, boy?

You kill me now...

and I'll become a martyr.

A martyr?

You'd be forgotten.

No.

Surrender, Jacopo.

Repent your sins,

and you can die with God's grace.

The arrogance.

It's you who's going to die, boy.

Aah.

[grunting]

-[guard] Lorenzo. -Here.

Do it.

No. Not here.

Bring him to the Palazzo Vecchio.

[guard] Come on.

[clamoring]

[gasps]

[Jacopo panting]

Wait outside.

[door closes]

[Contessina] You must seek peace with the Pazzi

no matter the cost.

But they hate us, grandmother.

Why?

Why do you keep on hating us?

It's you who hate us.

Because you are just a bunch of junk-top wool peddlers.

You may own the richest bank in the world

and could build a thousand cathedrals,

but you'll never be a noble family like us.

We were destined to rule, and you know that.

[Contessina] Their hatred is built upon our hatred.

-That's not true. -[Contessina] But it is.

[sighs] You must listen.

Hatred begets hatred...

Is that why you tried to kill my father...

...why you murdered my brother?

God is our judge.

We did what we believed to be right,

and we never acted alone.

Was Guglielmo involved?

No.

But I would say that, wouldn't I?

[breath trembling]

[Contessina] Your namesake,

Lorenzo, died at the hands of the Pazzi,

convinced they murdered your great grandfather,

but they didn't.

My father said the Albizzi killed him.

No.

Hatred begets hatred.

I tried...

I tried to make peace with you.

Lorenzo, you must be the one to end it.

Hatred begets hatred.

Be a better man than your father,

your grandfather,

and his father before him.

Do good. Be good...

and lead us all to Christ.

It ends here.

You lose.

And lose what little is left in my life?

But you, with your precious ideals, what have you lost?

You've lost everything you ever stood for.

You've lost your soul.

[Jacopo breathing heavily]

[breath trembling, groans]

[crowd chanting]

[indistinct]

[clamoring]

[grunting]

-[woman screaming] -[man] Stop your screaming!

[Sandro] No, no. Give me that.

Oi, give me that!

-[man] Leave me alone. -Give me that.

-This is on Pazzi, not me! -No!

Stop it! Give it to me!

No. No, no.

No.

No.

No.

[cries in pain]

[yelling]

[people screaming]

Clarice.

[Clarice huffing]

Is Giuliano here?

Yeah, we laid him out.

Your mother is sitting with him.

This-- this order of yours...

it doesn't apply to Guglielmo, does it?

No, wait.

-Did you know? -Wait.

-Did you know? -No, Lorenzo.

I swear before God and the lives of my family.

You're family of the Pazzi.

Not anymore.

Why weren't you in the pews?

We-- we were in the nave.

I was late. You know how I am.

Of course he didn't know. You are just feeling paranoid now.

How can you think such a thing?

Give me that.

-Lorenzo, stop! -I should have known,

and I should have stopped him.

If you kill him...

you'll have to kill me.

-No, no. -And the baby.

[breath trembling] [sighs]

Lock them in their chambers.

[baby crying]

[door opens]

[footsteps approach]

We need to talk to you.

[door closes]

You said that Giuliano and Simonetta would be together forever in my painting,

and yet I just watched it burned by a mob on a bonfire.

Corpses are being desecrated,

Jacopo has been cut down,

beheaded, quartered.

Each piece of his body being paraded separately through the city.

You have to do something.

I will do something.

I'll commission you to paint the traitors on the walls of the Bargello.

I want their shame recorded and remembered.

[Sandro] Do you know why the people supported you today?

It is because all your acts of kindness,

all your virtue,

added up to more than the fear of the soldiers,

and that's why you are alive now.

Look!

Doesn't this fresco mean anything to you?

Don't you see? It is because of you and your family

that we have been surrounded by love and peace and harmony

for so long.

Be a... Be a leader, Lorenzo.

Show, show mercy. Stop the bloodshed.

City gate is shut.

The alarm's sounding from Tuscany.

It seemed wiser to retreat.

Any news from Florence itself?

Lorenzo has had archbishop Salviati

and your bankers, Francesco and Jacopo Pazzi...

hanged...

from his Government palace. This should never have happened.

I couldn't... I couldn't stop it.

And Cardinal Riario...

Riario?

...is a hostage.

Bring me a messenger at once.

You may live. Thank you.

But you'll be banished from Florence.

You'll never see my sister or your daughter again,

do you understand?

It is a generous and merciful compromise, Bianca.

If my husband is exiled...

I go with him.

Our mother lost their son yesterday,

and you'd force her to lose a daughter and a grandchild?

-No, you would. -If you insist on this,

I'll have you both killed.

We live together.

Or we die together.

No. I'll go.

I accept your compromise. I'll go.

We live together.

Or we die together.

Go then.

I want you both gone after the funeral.

[breath trembles] [crows cawing]

What else is there to do but carry on?

It isn't Venus and Mars.

A different kind of Venus and Mars,

set in an orange grove,

in amongst flowers and fruit and color.

I am calling it Spring,

'cause after death...

comes life.

Rebirth.

[Paolo Buonvino & Skin's "Renaissance" playing]

♪ I am here for all to see ♪

♪ In my bones there's dignity ♪

♪ We can fight them ♪

♪ I can say that I can win it all ♪

♪ Come with me ♪

♪ And I will make my worst untold ♪

♪ Let me do this ♪

♪ I am here ♪

♪ To rejoice ♪

♪ To revenge ♪ ♪ To resolve ♪

♪ To be longed for ♪

♪ To be longed for ♪

♪ I am here ♪

♪ If you want this ♪

♪ To rejoice ♪

♪ If you want this ♪

♪ To revenge ♪

♪ To resolve ♪

♪ To be longed for ♪

♪ To be longed for ♪

♪ I am here ♪

♪ I am here ♪

♪ Sometimes I justify the words I spill ♪

♪ Like secret angels they test your will ♪

♪ Outside my troubles are over ♪