All language subtitles for Leonardo s02e10 By The Sword

Thank you.

More space. We need everything out in
case of explosions. You can move that

canvas. Carefully. And get rid of those
tables.

Anything else? Perhaps we should remove
the walls and ceiling for you.

Ah, Enchitante, is this all for the
superweapon? Ah, can you help us move

benches out the back?

No, not really. Just came to say, guess
who Papa has hired as my new fencing

instructor? No idea.

And the easels, all of them.

Silvio Pirelli, undisputed champion of
all Europe.

Is he as handsome as he looks in his
portrait?

That's a girl question. I've no idea.

He's doing a demonstration in the piazza
this morning. Do you want to come?

No, not over there. We'll trip over it.

I'll come.

Oh, fantastico.

There.

With that move, I shaved an eyebrow from
the great Antonio

of Naples.

Don't you want to comment on the dress?

You look amazing in anything.

My dress, Mac, my dress.

Oh, yeah, yeah, it's nice.

What colour do you call that?

Blue.

Oh, never mind.

You're not the one I'm trying to
impress.

Why won't she look at me?

She's staring at you, you know.

I can't help that, can I?

Don't do anything to encourage him.

Like what?

My father had decided our wedding would
go ahead.

We agreed to make the best of things.

I know.

You don't need to tell me.

I know.

So much

for party tricks.

Time for some real fun.

But first, I need an opponent.

Who here is man enough to face Silvio
Pirelli?

I'll do it.

Ladies and gentlemen, the challenge is
into the field of combat.

I admire your plot, Bambino. Thank you.

What kind of person does that to a
little kid?

Is this my next challenger?

At least I'm nearer your side.

Or are you scared?

It seems today all my opponents are
girls and bambini.

What next?

A goat?

What are you doing?

Fight me or not?

I don't fight, girls.

Exchange a sword for sewing, and perhaps
I'll allow you to darn my pantomimes.

Apprentices, thus far you have devoted
your lives to art.

Well, today you finally get to do
something important.

This, the biggest job of your lives.

The future of Florence lies in your
hands.

And in the hands of Leonardo da Vinci.

Where's Duke Rocco today?

Writing love poems to himself?

Blowing kisses into a mirror?

In the workshop, Your Excellency.

They're giving some ghastly pep talk, no
doubt.

The future of Florence lies in your
hands, all that claptrap.

Well, he's speeding up the construction
on a super weapon and he's training the

army. Yes, he does have his uses.

That is, at least, until my weapon is
finished.

Now, for the education of our
spectators, perhaps my new pupil, Master

will display his skills.

No.

I can't talk to you.

You said you like me.

You shouldn't have said that.

Why?

Because it's not true.

Or because they're idiots.

I'm getting married.

You need to leave me alone.

Give me five minutes, that's all.

Please.

Five minutes.

Hey!

You owe me an ice cream, remember?

All right.

Where can we meet in private?

Touché.

The young master's victorious.

I think maybe you let me win.

Yes, I did.

Giorgio Pirelli, I challenge you to a
duel.

And who are you?

Tommaso Garadini.

My sister Lisa challenged you and you
insulted her.

Insulted.

Was it an insult to notice she was of
the weaker sex?

She may be talented in the feminine
sports like pat -a -cake or apple

but swordplay is for men to do and for
girls to watch, trembling behind their

handkerchiefs.

Show's over, ladies and gentlemen.

Good day to you all.

Thank you, Silvio, for a fantastic
demonstration.

Do you refuse my challenge?

I can't take on every amateur swordsman
who fancies his chances.

Are

you

calling me a coward? No, that wasn't
him. It was an actual chicken.

No, it's from around here.

Are you a coward, Corelli?

Be here tomorrow morning at seven.

We will find out.

God,

do you see his face, Lorenzo?

Lorenzo.

What?

No, more than that.

Those rivets need to go right through
the panel.

Oh, excuse me, ma 'am.

I'd sketch some of my apprentices at
work.

Document the construction of the weapon.

Great. And you're... Excuse me, you're
kind of in the way, a bit.

Perhaps if you were nearer the wall?

Oh.

I can't believe I...

I thought he was gorgeous.

Who?

Where did he be? Silvio Pirelli. He's an
arrogant, disgusting, ignorant pig.

OK. Well, now that's cleared up, I need
you to get to work on the sighting

mechanism for the gun. And he looks like
a ferret.

You need to be precise. And he's going
to be sorry he messed with me.

I challenged him to a fight.

Why would you do that?

Because he humiliated this little kid.

And you should have heard the way he
spoke to me.

Like, because I'm a girl, I can't fence.

You can't fence. That's not the point.
He made a complete fool out of me. And I

can't let him get away with it. Of
course you can. He's a complete idiot,

he? Yes.

So then who cares?

What do you want?

I've been thinking about my fight
with...

Pirelli. Oh, yeah, go on.

I might have overreacted slightly.

And Leo needs my help with the weapon,
so on reflection, I'm going to withdraw

the challenge.

Is that right?

I hope Signor Pirelli will accept my
apology.

I don't know about that.

He's a prickly fellow.

It's all about honour, isn't it? And you
did call him a chicken.

Oh.

I'm joking.

Don't worry, little head. I've already
done it.

Apologise on your behalf.

The match is off.

You apologised for me?

Why don't you change your mind when you
calm down a bit? It was a heat of the

moment thing. I know what girls are
like.

Emotional and all that.

How dare you make that decision for me?

How dare you assume you know what I
want?

But I was right.

No, you weren't.

I've changed my mind.

Ready when you are, master.

Oh.

You.

Come to make your apology in person?

No, actually.

I've come to take back the apology.

What?

No, he hasn't. Go away.

I absolutely will not apologise to you.

And I absolutely will not take back the
challenge.

Then you absolutely will be crushed.

The fight is on.

I've been patient with you so far, boy.

But this is becoming tiresome.

We fight.

Tomorrow.

This time, there's no wriggling out of
it.

What just happened?

Heat of the moment thing. You know what
girls are like.

Emotional. You do realise he's going to
wipe the floor with you?

Not if I learn how to fence properly.

And you intend to do that before seven
in the morning?

With the right teacher.

What teacher?

Sorry. Sorry.

It's me that should be sorry.

I let you think that there could be
something between us when they can't.

But you do like me.

It doesn't matter if I do or not.

Of course it matters.

Lorenzo tried to talk to his father.

The wedding is to go ahead.

You talked to me about wanting to be
free.

Free to do what you want. Now's your
chance.

I was being childish.

Silly.

I have responsibility.

A duty to my family. Now you sound like
Lorenzo.

I am like Lorenzo.

That's the point.

We're a good match.

No, believe me, you're not.

I love him. He's one of my closest
friends, but he's not right for you.

Did he follow you in? I don't know. Get
behind the curtain. I'll get rid of him.

Don't mind if I borrow your place to
you. Well, actually, I was kind of...

going to teach her everything I know
about fencing.

So we'll be, what, 10, 15 minutes? Thing
is, guys, I was kind of in the middle

of something.

That's OK. You won't even know we're
here.

Oh.

Sorry. What are you up to that's so
important, anyway? It's, uh... Nothing.

Nothing. Of course you can stay.

Right. OK.

The superweapon will give us a massive
military advantage, for we can develop

all sorts of other munitions that will
take the Milanese by surprise.

These are battle flares.

You drop them at night, and they let out
a flash, temporarily blinding the

enemy.

Where's the rack for them?

Who's taken it from this table?

Maestro.

Foreground, Leonardo. A painting needs
foreground to give it depth.

Of course, but I kind of need it.

Well, go on, then. Take it, for goodness
sake. I'm stopping you.

Grazie, maestro.

I'll just use the table itself for
perspective.

No!

Yes.

I think it would be wiser to store those
vials in a rack.

Yeah. Good.

Squalumbrato.

You made that up.

No, I didn't. It's a diagonal cut.

Mandrito squalumbrato is from right to
left.

Reverso squalumbrato is from left to
right.

Do that again.

Oh, yeah.

Forgot to mention.

Angelica's here.

Ciao.

So, you're still sneaking around behind
my back with another boy?

You can talk.

You're sneaking around behind my back
with another girl.

What girl?

I'm a boy.

Oh, please.

Credit me with some intelligence.

The girl from the ball.

The one that was kidnapped.

The one that Mac... You can't tell
anyone that I'm a girl.

Don't worry.

Angelica seems to be very good at
keeping secrets.

Even from her own fiancé. And what's
that supposed to mean?

Perhaps we should ask Mac.

No? Anyone?

Just need to get a bit there.

Porga miseria!

Can't you just keep out of the way?

I only came here to tell him we can't be
together.

That's the truth.

I swear it is.

And I only came to prepare Lisa for a
fight against Pirelli. Tom, not Lisa. My

name's Tom.

Please don't tell people I'm a girl.

I'd lose everything. Why are you
pretending to be a boy?

So she can paint.

Lisa, Tom's a great artist.

So you spend your whole life dressed as
a boy?

It's about as bad as you think.

You can do all sorts of stuff as a boy.

What? Like fight?

Well, yeah, if you want to.

And why do you want to fight Silvia
Pirelli?

Because she's a stubborn, hot -headed
little... You know how he spoke to me

today.

Did he make you angry?

Being told girls shouldn't fence?

Well, they shouldn't really, should
they?

It's not exactly ladylike.

I beg your pardon?

All that violence and aggression.

It's not in our nature, is it?

Might not be in yours.

This is a fascinating debate, but could
we save it for another day?

We hadn't finished talking.

There's nothing more to say.

I have to go.

Nice meeting you, Tom.

Oh, God.

And that's how I took the film from the
great Romano of Siena.

Incredible.

So, big match tomorrow?

Hmm?

To Master Garadini.

Master Lorenzo, I've defeated the best
fencers in Europe.

Tomorrow's not a big match.

It's an exercise in fly swatting.

You will go easy on him, though, won't
you?

Certainly not.

I intend to teach young Tommaso a lesson
he will not forget for the rest of his

life.

You won't cut off his thumb, though,
will you?

When I've finished with Tommaso
Ghirardini, his thumb may well be the

that's left of him.

That was a joke, right?

very much, Joe. I shouldn't have spoken
to you like that.

Why not? You only spoke the truth.

I was getting in the way.

Still your workshop?

No.

No, it belongs to the military now.

You work for Duke Rocco, not for me.

So,

apology necessary.

May I speak to Leonardo?

Who tweaked his nose?

Me. I humiliated him in front of the
whole world, John.

Ouch. Well, speaking of public
humiliations, you need to talk Tom out

fencing match. Already tried.

Well, then do something to make a win.
Like what?

Like... I don't know, invent a special
sword that fights by itself or

A special sword that fights by itself.

Or something.

There must be some clever invention. I'm
trying to defend a city. I have a

hundred problems to solve. I don't have
time to help Lisa win a game. Not a

game. Of course it is. The swords are
blunt.

The only thing she's going to have is
her pride.

If she wants to fence, let her do it.

Fine. She's going to be completely
pulverised.

Amen.

Signore e signore.

I hate to disappoint you.

It seems my challenges got cold feet.

I take the match by default.

Silvio Pirelli.

He's here. I mean, Jane's here.

I mean, he's here.

Oh, good.

Oh, God.

How about we make this more interesting?

Give these good people a chance to see
real blades.

What do you say?

No.

Please say now.

Ready to put down your training weapon
and fight like a man.

I'm ready.

We fight until you yield.

Or die.

Whichever comes sooner.

Go and get Leo.

When you've filled up those ones, seal
them up and we'll make another batch.

Leo, you've got to come.

Presto. I'm busy.

It's Tom.

Now, andiamo.

Leonardo?

Concentrate!

That shirt cost more than you earn in a
month.

You shall pay for it with blood.

This is

what happens to all those who dare

challenge Sylvia Peretti!

I see you've got friends willing to help
you cheat.

Tell me, where is the honor in that?

That was it.

The best you've got.

No.

Down your own pantaloons.

Ladies and gentlemen, a winner!

So, if Tom beat the

champion fencer in all Europe, does that
make her the new champion?

Well, technically, yeah, I suppose it
does, but... Campione!

Campione!

I had an excellent tutor.

Yes, and now I don't have any tutor at
all.

I could give you a few moves, if you
like.

What, like dropping my opponent's
trousers?

Thanks, but no.

Leonardo!

Catch you later.

Since when was it permissible to run off
in the middle of the most important job

this workshop's ever had?

Maestro. Oh, you're sorry. We'll sorry
build your super weapon. We'll sorry

defend our city from attack.

No, Maestro.

I behaved foolishly. That you did.

Get back to work and you'll hear no more
of it.

I'll talk to him. It's my fault you ran
off.

No, you didn't.

Bye -bye now.

Why are you smiling?

Why is he pleased at getting told off?

See you.

Morley.