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Hey, someone's there.

You have something for me.

Yes.

A message from His Excellency.

You botched it.

You can forget about the money.

The Duke is dead, isn't he?

Your arrow missed his heart.

His Excellency had to finish the job himself.

With poison.

500 florins.

No, senor.

Leave the city now while you still can.

I can't believe he's really dead.

They're saying it was a Milanese arrow.

Which means war.

Give me a sword. I'll fight. You won't have a choice.

You're all healthy young men. You'll all fight.

Hundreds, thousands of innocent lives will be lost.

You must be thankful for small mercy. At least we'll have a strong leader.

Piero de' Medici.

With excellency. Who else?

Duke's son.

Died. He has lost a seed, I'd say.

Piero de' Medici is exactly the kind of man we need. He'll be good for Florence.

And he's an art clever.

Good for us, too.

Entry. Well, how's the public mood?

Convinced Milan is about to invade.

Excellency.

And no one suspects me.

Word on the street is he was killed by a Milanese arrow.

Fools. They'd believe anything.

We must keep that arrow in the public's mind, Placidi.

Have it displayed outside the palace.

They love having something to gawp at.

Yes, let's see.

How's their appetite for war?

Do they ache for revenge?

Oh, they'll march on Milan tomorrow, if you ask them, sir.

And once I'm made Duke, we will.

We'll start with Milan and then march all over Europe.

One more piece to put in place.

Go and see Verrocchio.

Tell him I've collected his workshop for a very delicate task.

And make sure he brings the boy.

Leonardo? Of course, Leonardo.

Haven't I always said that I still have a use for him?

He wants me.

Don't ask why. It is not for us to question her excellency. Why? What does

want us to do?

Only the Duke's death mask.

It's a great honour.

Only Piero would be good for us.

Pack, quickly.

We're due at the Palace Crypt for ten.

Why has Piero asked for you?

What's he up to?

I don't know, but I'm going to find out.

I trust you have everything you need.

Your Excellency.

My poor dear cousin.

So cruelly cut down.

Is there no end to the evil of the Milanese?

First they kidnap Lorenzo, then they murder our Duke.

A sad day for us all, Excellency.

Indy.

Please, carry on with your work.

I just want to have a quick word with the boy.

Leonardo.

Excellency.

I must be blunt.

Milan will attack.

And when they do, they will find us an easy target.

Their army is bigger.

Their weapons superior.

Are you saying we can't win?

We can't beat them?

It pains me to say it, but...

No. We can't beat them.

Unless... Unless what?

Unless we have a secret weapon.

A weapon of immense power.

And there is only one person who can design such a weapon.

You.

You are the only person with the talent, the invention, the genius.

Think about it.

Florence depends on you.

Tommaso, we need molten wax to make the mold.

Si, maestro.

Watch and learn, children.

Death masks date back to the Romans.

We take a plaster cast of his face to preserve his memory. Once that's done,

can make a statue, portrait, whatever.

There.

Captured or returned to him.

Now, prepare the wax. Be the waxer, not the teller.

Attention, let it breathe.

Santa Maria. Looks just like him.

Look at his mouth.

Is it supposed to do that?

No.

No, it's not.

Ah, here you are.

A word, Lorenzo. Man to man.

Medici to Medici.

I know you're taking this hard.

How could they do it, Papa?

Murder my uncle in cold blood.

Some people will stop at nothing to get what they want.

He was a man of peace.

All he wanted was peace.

And now his death will cause a war.

Ironic, isn't it?

How he would have hated that.

I will fight, Father.

I would lay down my life for this city.

I know you would, my brave boy.

And I've asked your friend to help.

Leonardo? Yes, Leonardo.

He will design me a super weapon that will vanquish our enemy, smash them to

smithereens.

So, chin up, Lorenzo.

Okay.

Let's see if this causes it.

A reaction.

See, it's not the wine.

I've tested all the chemicals used to preserve his body. There's nothing.

What does that mean? It means that maybe... Maybe it wasn't an arrow that

him.

People of Florence, behold the very arrow that struck down our noble duke.

People, see the dart that robbed us of our ruler.

See the shaft.

It demands our vengeance!

What do you want with this lot?

Is he trying to kill someone?

What do you mean?

This is a list of highly toxic chemicals.

Poison.

No, I'm not.

What's going on?

I asked you to prepare the beeswax for the moth. Wasn't it ready?

I was just about to do it.

Mice Joe, we found a problem with the mask.

Strange.

Must be a reaction to the preserving chemicals. It still shouldn't make a

difference to us.

But if there's a fault, the cast could break and then it's useless.

Please, Mice Joe, I think I can sort it. Give me an hour.

I'm just... Hurry up, then. This is an important commission.

Call me when it's ready.

And you, buzz off.

Maybe we should have told him. Maybe I've got this wrong. Maybe I'm just

paranoid. On the other hand, maybe not.

The Duke was still alive when they brought him back into the city.

He was taken to the Medici Palace.

Exactly. He died at the Medici Palace. Who stands to gain the most from his

death? Pierre. He's got what he always wanted.

That Milanese arrow was very convenient for him.

Very convenient, indeed.

Cyanide. There's cyanide in his body and traces on his lips. There's a ferret

content which explains the red. The Duke was poisoned.

Nobody mentioned anything about poison.

They didn't want us to know. This is a cover -up for murder. That way Piero

takes power but names Milan genius.

He asked me to design him a weapon to defend us from Milan.

Where are you going?

I need solid proof.

And I can get it.

I'll keep a look.

They told me you were in here.

Lisa?

I assume you've come to give me an answer about the weapon.

Actually, there was a problem with the mask.

Problem? The maestro wanted to check the accuracy of some scarring.

Scarring?

Very well.

Got what you need.

Good.

Show them out.

By the way, what is your answer?

The weapon.

Will you do it?

I'll think about it.

Make sure, all right?

It's the one person we can't get past.

You think he gets?

Any luck?

Surprise visit.

Yeah, right.

He doesn't suspect that you know. Well, if he does, we're running out of time.

I need to find out exactly what happened when the Duke died.

Who treated him.

I'm not going to tell Lorenzo.

What are you doing here?

I came to see if you're okay.

You could have come in through the front window. That's your biggest fan these

days. Mm, forth of habit.

I am really sorry about your uncle.

Thanks.

Were you with him when he died?

Yeah.

It was terrible.

Was anyone else there?

Was there a doctor? Of course, Dr. Pentangeli.

He's been our family doctor since, uh, not forever.

Where did he live?

Why?

I'm working on your uncle's death mask.

I need help with some physiological phenomena.

Oh, OK.

Well, he's on via Montebello.

He's exclusive, though.

Actually, I'd better take you.

Oh, no.

I'm supposed to be having tea with Mamara and Angelica.

No, I've got time. OK, let's go.

Brilliant news about the war machine.

What? Dad said you'd build one.

Did it?

Buongiorno, Excellency.

Oh, mi scusi, did I scare you?

How did you get in here?

Why didn't you call your guards?

You can't risk it, can you?

I know too much.

Better pay me, then.

I hired you to kill him.

You missed.

I took the shot.

You didn't tell me he'd be wearing a breath plate.

I thought you were a professional.

Forget it, Scarpa.

You're getting nothing from me.

Don't be so sure.

Don't waste your time.

You should have destroyed it.

Or at least put it in the wash. It's got some nasty stings.

Poison, I'd say.

Thionide, what have you been up to?

500 florins by tonight, Medici.

Or this gets delivered to the council.

I need your help.

His Excellency is locked in.

Open the door!

Get out of here!

Now!

Master Lorenzo, forgive me.

A late lunch.

How can I help? More ointment, or is the problem gone away?

I'm fine, Doctor.

This is my friend.

Leonardo. He's an artist.

He needs some help with some physiologic... Lorenzo, don't you have a

get back to you?

Ah, the fair Angelica, yes.

A bride fit for a prince.

Of course.

Aravederci.

So how can I help you, young man?

He's got the handkerchief.

It's... Proof. It's all that he needs.

Scarper. He was here.

Everything that I've worked for.

Ruined.

He can destroy me.

Well, I'm not going to let him get away with it.

I'll destroy him first.

Search the city, Prithvi.

Find him and finish him.

Once and for all.

This is very alarming.

Do you have any idea who might be responsible?

I just want the body examined.

Post -mortem, you mean? Yes.

It may lead us to the truth.

It may indeed.

And you've told no one about this, not even Lorenzo.

Good. We'll keep it that way.

You've done very well.

And your knowledge of physiology and your forensic skills, amazing.

But this is delicate and dangerous, even.

Well, leave it with me and I'll see what I can do.

And remember, not a word to anyone.

Stupid meddling boy.

Calm down, Pentangeli.

He'll find out I gave you the poison and then we'll all be exposed.

Quiet.

You say he told no one?

He said not excellency, but he wants to examine the body.

He knows the truth.

And he's determined.

You'll have to silence him.

For good.

Entry.

Dr. Pentangeli has bad news.

All right.

Let's give the boy what he wants.

We'll hold a post -mortem, and Leonardo can attend.

Tempt him with a scalpel.

He'll like that.

Then we'll have him exactly where we want him.

Shame, but you have no choice. He knows too much.

A wise decision, Excellency.

Change of plan.

Get a message to Scarpa.

Tell him I want to meet as soon as possible.

He can have his money.

And I'll double it in return for one last job.

Sometimes we must kill those who are most useful to us.

I've been to see the Medici family doctor, Dr.

Pantangeli. You know her!

Four hours!

Four hours wasted on my prize commission.

I sincerely hope it's worth the wait. Am I true?

The mask, can I use it? Oh, yeah, yes, yeah. I think so.

A squeed of wax to give it strength.

That all?

Four hours for that?

All right, let's do it.

Pass the wax.

What I told you to buzz off.

He believes me about the poison.

I'm doing a post -mortem. You?

Me and Dr. Pentangeli tonight.

We can examine the contents of the stomach. If there's poison, there'll be

investigation. Can you trust him? Of course.

More wine here.

She wouldn't do that.

You said you wanted to see me.

Very well. You'll get your money.

But there's more.

Double, if you do as I ask.

Precisely as I ask.

First, I supply the weapon. You must use only that, no matter what.

Second, you must make it look as though I am the intended target.

And third...

You speak only the words that I have written here.

And see if you can manage a clean kill this time.

Pierre, but it can't be. What if he's... His Excellency had to be told.

How else could we proceed?

Dr. Pentangeli told me what you suspect.

Poison?

Not distressing.

Who could be responsible?

Let's find out, shall we?

All yours.

I, um, we need to check the contents of his stomach.

Your turn now, Medici.

Florence must have no ruler but Milan.

Pierre!

But you saved my life.

I won't forget.

Milanese.

Look.

On its shaft.

On the arrow, the cyanide.

That's it. That's why it was on the Duke. The Milanese dip their arrows in

poison. If the arrow wound doesn't kill, the poison will for sure.

There was no foul play.

Only foul tactics.

How far will these villains go?

Leonardo, you've seen what we're up against.

Now will you do it?

Now will you build that weapon?

Sorry, mate. Had to be done.

He needs you now.

But when it comes to it, he won't think. Twice about getting here, too.

What happened?

I was wrong.

It wasn't Piero.

We have to stop them, Tom.

The Milanese before it's too late.

So now Leonardo will do

precisely as I ask.

And once I'm made Duke, everything he does will be mine.

With his weapons behind me, Pluchidi, I will soon be the warlord of Europe,

master of a Medici empire.

And with Pentangeli and Scarpa dead, there are no more loose ends.

I am invincible.

And this, Excellency?

Burn it.