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That I, Lorenzo Ferdinando Romulus Tarquinius de Romero de Medici, will

thee, Angelica Visconti, to be my lawful wedded wife.

When now, Mr. Brown?

Yeah, this is just a rehearsal, so we can leave that until the end, sir.

Look at the pair of you.

Oh, my little bambino. Mama.

Married to you, Lorenzo. You look taller.

I'm standing on a box.

And you, Angelica.

Bellissima. I could not ask for a better bride for my son.

Not too kind, Signora Medici.

Please, you must call me Mama.

Yes. Of course.

Mama.

Such a shame your own mother is dead and won't see your wedding.

Yes.

But I'll be the mother you've never known.

Cherish you as my own flesh and blood.

I can't wait.

I'd sympathize, but how difficult this must be for you.

If only I could stop thinking how awful it is for me.

You're not going to believe this.

Throw me a melon.

What? A melon from the pile.

Why do you want... A melon. I need to test the flintlock. What's that?

Ooh. There.

Spark the priming compound and ignite the flintlock.

What?

Spark was a small explosion that fires the missile forward, the missile in this

case being a melon.

Sorry, Cozzy.

What weren't I to leave?

Oh, Lorenzo and Angelica had to rehearse their wedding vows in the piazza.

So it's really going ahead?

Mm -hm.

Poor Lorenzo. Poor Angelica.

Poor Mac.

Lorenzo won't be able to come here as much once he's married.

Everything's changing.

Angelica.

Happy news.

Your father will be here tomorrow.

He's been slowed somewhat by the size of the dowry.

Your father's willing to pay a lot of gold for you to marry a Medici.

You're leaving?

I can't stay.

I can't see them married. I can't watch them spend day after day together. I

can't bear it.

You can't go.

I have to.

But you live here. All your stuff's here. Your work, your home, your

us. We're here.

I know. And I'm sorry.

Look, maybe I'll come back one day.

I've got no choice.

What if we can get them out of the wedding?

Try it.

They won't go against their parents' wishes. Who says we have to tell them?

We're doing a good thing.

Yes.

A noble thing.

Yes.

Putting aside our own feelings for the good of our families.

Yes.

So, we'll get married and have lots of children and everyone will be happy.

Except us.

Whoa.

Wait a minute, children?

Who said anything about having children?

What did you expect?

It's what married couples do.

There's only one thing now, there's only one way to do it.

We need to present them with a better match for Lorenzo.

Possibly.

Angelica is perfection personified.

There is no better match.

No, I know. But let me put it another way.

The Medicis chose Angelica because her family is rich and powerful.

What if there was someone much richer and much more powerful?

A beautifully delicate gold leaf.

Exactly like the original.

Bene.

Finished portrait?

That's what I think a princess would look like.

Fantastico.

The King of Naples!

Don't be ridiculous.

It is the royal seal and the king's watermark.

He requests an audience with his trusted advisor, old Ludovicio,

who is in Florence on a matter of much

secrecy and great delicacy.

Heartingly thrilling.

The king's daughter, Princess Eleanor, has been chilted.

Her bridegroom has broken off the engagement two days before the wedding.

How awful of him.

Appalling behavior.

Scandalous. Now, there must be a wedding or she'll be publicly humiliated.

The king would like you to arrange a marriage to Duke

Rocco instead.

Duke Rocco? Indeed.

He'd be an excellent match for Princess Helena.

Sadly, I must disappoint your excellency.

Duke Rocco is already married.

Yes, of course. He got married secretly.

Whilst abroad? To a German countess? Yes. Countess von... von... von...

That is a shame. The king is offering a substantial dowry.

Gold, two palaces, crown jewels.

There's always my son.

Lorenzo? Yes.

That could work.

He would be honored to marry Princess Eleanor.

Excellent.

It is arranged, then.

The princess must come to the palace and be formally introduced. No, that...

wouldn't be possible.

The groom must meet the bride before the wedding day.

She's staying in a convent.

They will keep our mission here a secret.

I understand.

Myself and Lorenzo will visit her there instead.

Yes, of course.

I will send word of the exact time and place.

Did it work?

Yes. Not surprised.

Even I don't recognise you in that make -up. And no.

What do you mean?

Well, the good news is they went for the idea.

The bad news?

Teresa wants to meet with Princess Eleanor.

But there is no Princess Eleanor.

I said she was hiding in a convent. A convent?

Why a convent? There'll be nuns all over the place. And there is no Princess

Eleanor. It's the only thing I can think of on the spur of the moment.

I'll see what I can do. Is anybody listening to me? There is no Princess

Eleanor.

Hold on.

I painted her with blonde hair and blue eyes.

I look nothing like her.

You are never going to believe this.

My wedding to Angelica is off.

King and April sent some crusty advisor chap called... It

was you!

A royal wedding!

Gold, jewels.

And Naples, a much more powerful city than Pisa.

And the royal wedding.

I'll tell Angelica to pack her bags. No.

Do nothing yet.

The Medici's can't be seen to break their promises.

We need to find a way out that doesn't damage our reputation.

Leave it with me.

You aren't even going to tell me. We thought you'd try and stop us. Of course

I'll try and stop you. It's insane.

Have you any idea what would happen to you? What would happen to me if you were

caught? There was a risk we were prepared to take to help you. Well, you

keep quiet. The only person you were trying to help was yourself.

My fiancée. What?

Do you want us to stop? Of course I want you to stop, OK?

OK?

We won't interfere.

Good.

You can live happily ever after with Angelica.

Good. And you can grow old together.

And have lots of babies together.

All right, all right, I'll do it.

Maybe it'll even work.

I think I should let Angelica know the plan as well.

It's only fair.

I'll sneak her into the palace.

But if you're caught, I'm denying everything.

This was just delivered by some royal -looking messenger, Jack.

Lorenzo, tomorrow at 11, you and I are to go to the Santa Maria convent.

Really? Why?

To meet your new bride, Princess Eleanor of Naples. A princess?

I'm to marry a princess?

What about... You must not tell Angelica. Neil.

Piccolo prince.

For now, we behave as if the wedding is going ahead as planned.

So... I will go and give her some final motherly advice.

No, no, that's not a good idea.

Why not?

Why?

Um, because she is taking a nap.

Well, then I will wake her.

You've been crying.

No.

There's something in your eye.

Yes.

Javier.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

We're glad we can get you out of the wedding.

What do you mean?

No one will know except us.

Nobody will get hurt. Lorenzo's agreed to it.

It's just down to you.

All we have to do is say the word.

Angelica?

You look a dreadful mess.

Yes, I... Tidy yourself up before your father arrives.

We Medici's rub shoulders with royalty.

We don't want anyone.

letting us down.

A fit for a queen.

Get me out of the wedding.

Get me away from this family.

Will you run away with me?

Yes.

Yes.

Signor Visconti.

Good Lord, what's happened?

I've been robbed.

Set upon outside the city walls.

Santa Maria.

Are you injured?

scratch. There were so many of them, we never stood a chance.

Come me, Terrible.

The dowry.

They took the gold.

I tried to stop them, but... You must rest.

My servants will show you to your room.

Grazie.

No dowry means the wedding's off.

Now, those are fortunate coincidences.

So, the bishop says to me, Arturo, Arturo, there's a rat infestation in the

convent and you're the one to sort it out.

Well, the bishop hasn't informed us.

Oh, he's a very sensitive man. He wouldn't want to panic you, I know.

Well, we haven't seen any rat.

Ah, ah, classic rat behavior.

Very clever is the common rat, or ratus ratus, as they're called by us experts.

They're riders.

They lurk, hiding, waiting to bite you when you sleep, yeah.

Well, as I said, we haven't seen any.

Ah, found these two already.

Which means there are hundreds more.

Yes, yes, well, do what you need to do.

Excellent.

I'll smoke them out and cage them. You and the other nuns go to the top of the

bell tower and wait. Do not, under any circumstances, come out until I tell

Got it.

I think she'll see my eyes are brown.

What's she noticing?

Keep calm, act regal, and blame the artist.

Okay, we're good to go.

Not yet.

Forgot one thing.

Don't think so. All angles covered me.

We need someone to show in Teresa and Lorenzo from the convent gate. And

to you, all the nuns are in the bell tower.

Just about your time.

No way. Never. Not in a million years.

Your royal highness.

Incantata.

Felipe.

Feeling better?

A little. Gracias.

Ben.

A terrible incident for all.

I, too, am now in a very difficult position.

In what way?

Without a dowry, the wedding cannot go ahead.

Excuse me?

You are failing to honour your side of the bargain. And as a banker, honour is

everything to me.

Surely you must see that.

The gold was stolen.

Not my problem.

Marriage is a financial transaction, like any other.

So, unless you can produce another dowry... I'll never be able to raise

much gold again.

Oh, what a pity.

But there are other offers on the table for my son.

What about my daughter?

The one without the dowry?

Yes, it is inconvenient, but a new bride must be found for Lorenzo.

And do you think you can find someone to replace my Angelica?

Yes, I do.

Please feel free to return to peace as soon as possible.

What shall we do with the stolen dowry, Excellency?

The father's gold.

Put it in the bank.

Princess.

The painter did not do them justice.

Blonde hair and brown eyes.

It's a striking combination.

Indeed.

It is such an honour that the King of Naples wished to join our families in

holy matrimony.

Indeed, I'm sure it is.

I have many friends in Naples. Tell me, is the Countess of Aragon still at

court?

Princess has no interest in those of an inferior rank.

Your Highness, how foolish of me. Please, forgive me.

You are forgiven.

Princess Eleanor will make an agreeable...

Loving wife.

And Lorenzo, a doting husband.

Your Highness, my son saw your portrait and instantly fell in love.

Oh, Mama, please, come on.

He's such a romantic. He can't wait to woo you.

Lorenzo, begin.

Here.

Princess, your face is very, very

impressive.

And you have blonde hair.

Thank you, Signor Medici.

Your eyes are very nicely spaced.

Not too far apart, not too close together.

Thank you, Signor Medici.

And now, to seal the deal, a gift.

Blended idea.

Thank you.

We did it?

Si.

I bet for anybody other than me, you'd be quite nice to be married to.

That's nearly a compliment.

Oh, well, if you're going to be like that... I'm joking.

Oh.

Yeah. Vieni qui.

I let you down.

No.

No, you haven't, Papa.

I didn't want to marry Lorenzo.

Why didn't you say?

I thought you wanted me to.

Of course. I want you to marry into a good family.

I also want you to be happy.

Oh, Papa.

I'll raise another dowry.

It won't be as much, but we'll find you a good match.

Where is she?

No, it's supposed to be late.

It's tradition.

Where's your bags?

Max.

Oh.

No, no, don't say it.

I can't leave, Papa.

I can't bring more shame on him.

I can't do it.

This isn't you talking.

It is.

Please say you understand.

She had a better offer. The Prince of Naples. There will be no royal wedding.

We're just falling for their scandals. How dare they treat us like this?

Does this mean I don't have a bride?

Good news!

Good news!

We've recovered your gold.

The marriage between our families is back on.

I don't think so.

But your daughter has her dowry, and...

My daughter doesn't want to marry your son.

My favourite bit was seeing Matt listen to the nun.

That reminds me, what did the nun say when you told them that they could come

down from the bell tower?

The nuns.

Oh, no.