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My name is
Leonardo Da Vinci.

You're the eccentric
that Verrocchio employs.

I'm an artist and an anatomist
and an engineer of some note.

Search for the Book of
Leaves. Fate has chosen you.

Where do I start my search?

The hanged man.

The Jew that was hanged -
I want to unearth his body.

My mistress insisted that
you be the one to capture her beauty.

(Gasps and shrieks)

I sense the Vatican's
hand behind this.

You need weapons of your own
Your Magnificence.

This will greatly
increase your firepower.

The Medicis have employed
him to design siege weapons.

You know this how?
I have an agent

within Lorenzo's ranks.

♪ DaVinci's Demons 1x02 ♪
The Serpent
Original Air Date on April 19, 2013

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

♪

(Bell tolling
and man screaming)

He told you time is a river?

He told me the river
was circular.

That one man's death paves the
way for the birth of another.

Indeed, and men
like ourselves,

we can change
the river's course.

I'm like you, then?

I find that hard to believe.

You don't know who I am,
do you?

(Whimpering)

My brother and I... Your bandits
tried to take my honor.

- Where?
- Down the path, to the left.

- Hurry!
- This way.

In you go. Go on, in.

Alright.

You should be safe in there.

Come on.

I'm sorry - the fools
locked the gate.

The fools are
worth worrying about.

A locked gate...

..not so much.

There is no yesterday,
you see.

No tomorrow.

Time is all one
single continuum.

We have met,
haven't we?

Of course.
We're brothers.

Who are you?

Start with your heel,
roll to your toe.

- I already have a maestro.
- Keep Da Vinci's counsel,

but enhance it.

There.

What is it?

They don't like their
graves being violated,

so they cover them in sand and
letters to alert them of mischief.

What does it say?

Funnily enough...

'Taken.'

I'm a son of earth
and starry heaven.

I'm thirsty.

Please...

give me something to drink
from the fountain of memory.

See, as I have seen...

..into infinity...

..and you will be a god.

But know this.

You will...suffer.

- (Gasps)
- One corpse.

Freshly plucked.

Was it a nightmare, maestro?

No, it was something
else entirely.

Take notes, would you?

I perceive the expected
marks from strangulation.

Crushed larynx.

Nico.

Diminished musculature.
Likely from malnutrition.

Circumcised member.

I've never seen one
of those before.

What is that?

A missing fingernail,
on the right digitus primus.

Leo, what are you doing?

The Turk said to start my
quest with a hanged man.

Specifically,
the seat of the soul.

It's a euphemism
for the stomach.

(Squelching)

The missing fingernail.

Odd that he would ingest it.

(Laughs)

- Oh...!
- One man's death

opens the doorway
for another.

(Jingling)

Did your husband
give you that?

It's a family heirloom.

From Ceylon.

It's a stone called
Serendibite.

What's troubling you?

Count Riario is coming
to pay us a visit.

For what purpose?

Oh, nothing pleasant,
I'm sure.

But I'll be expected
to wine and dine him,

whilst hosting the rest
of Florence's elite.

Will you come?

You can keep Riario
entertained.

Will Clarice be there?

Of course.

We can steal glances
throughout the evening.

(Chuckles)

I'll even invite that
scoundrel, if you like.

Da Vinci.

The one who's supposed to be
painting your portrait.

And building me a weapon.

(Door closing)

You're late, son.

Contract - signed.

And now binding.

- Did you not even read it?
- We'd agreed the terms.

But not the administration
of those terms.

I told you to stay away.

I let you know there
would be consequences.

What do you think
you've done?

Painting Lucrezia Donati,

fraudulently leading the Medicis to believe
you can deliver preposterous weapons.

You've overreached, and now I've
made it so you'll soon be gone.

There isn't a contract you can
devise that can contain me.

You're the bastard son of a servant
girl I spilled my seed into.

Your heritage contains you.

(Sighs)

(Groaning)

(Shrieks) No!

- What's wrong?
- What's changed?

Something's shifted
in you since last we met.

Perhaps it's just you and me
here in Lorenzo's home.

Feeling guilty?

It's not as if I don't have
affection for him.

Or perhaps...

..I'm guilty about
feeling guilty.

It's not as if I don't have
affection for you as well.

Which guilt
do you prefer, then?

I have known Lorenzo since I was a girl.
I've known you a week.

- That's not an answer.
- Well...

The Jew they executed...

What was his offence?

He said he had to run
from cut-throats...

and he took refuge
in a bookstore.

The authorities suspect
he stole something,

but nothing was missing,

and the bag he carried
was empty.

So, they hanged a man...

for stealing something
that wasn't missing.

The scene of the crime requires
further investigation.

Does it?

- (Door opening)
(LORENZO) Prepare the horses!

I want to be off at once.

Oh...

You've finished already?

Yes. Signor Da Vinci
had somewhere to be.

Ah, yes.
He's testing his gun for us.

Today he gives Florence
its sting...

..while I show him mine.

It's quite considerate he
left us a moment to be alone.

Mmm... (Chuckles)

Lorenzo,
anybody could walk in.

I just needed a bit of you.

And you will have it...

for it is yours alone.

- Good luck today.
- We're off!

Good luck.

That bit of you...

It's not his alone.

No...it's not.

But it will always
be his first.

Do you have any saltpeter?

What do you need
potassium nitrate for?

Gunpowder. The maestro's
designing a weapon.

He calls it
the pipe-organ musket.

The recoil will kill him.

Don't worry.
He's worked it out.

By God...he's corrupted
you already.

Over there, third shelf, between the
vermillion and the ultramarine.

And tell him I expect
to be paid in coin,

not idle boasts,
like last time.

Come on.

- God!
- Careful, Giuliano.

Fucking hell! What are we doing
here, in the middle of nowhere?

- Where is he?
- Perhaps he's simply late.

Or perhaps he realized what he proposed
was more than a flying party trick.

I wouldn't be surprised if he had
no intention of coming here.

I'm telling you - the man's
a lunatic and a coward.

God! Shit!

Keep control of yourself -
they're only cut-outs.

Quickly!
Soldiers advancing on Florence!

How...how dare you?

You are pointing a weapon at
the house of Medici!

Men, take him!

- Hold.
- It passed its first test.

- It's done nothing.
- No, it's done a great deal.

Intimidation.

Now, if you will proceed
to the gallery...

...we will proceed to testing
its less ephemeral utility.

You've picked quite
a day for it.

- (Thunder)
- Yes. You like it?

I think it adds
to the verisimilitude.

I question the company
the maestro keeps.

That man's a known reprobate.

Are these soldiers
meant to be Swiss?

- And you would be...?
- Commander Quattrone,

leader
of the Florentine militia.

His Magnificence thought it wise
to bring a military strategist along.

In order to better
evaluate your work.

- I wish I'd brought a boat.
- Well, he has a keen eye.

What you see here is a representation
of Rome's private mercenary regiment.

It's a bit of theatrics,

but often presentation is more
than half the performance.

Well, get on with it,
Da Vinci.

While you delay, we drown.

- Where was I?
- Yes. Come on.

Quickly!
Soldiers advancing on Florence!

- Yes, yes, yes.
- The man is mad.

(Shrieks and groans)

(Coughing and spluttering)

The house of Medici has invested
hundreds of florins in this project.

According to your contract, the
failure of this contraption

constitutes fraud.

Men, take him away.

On your feet, maestro.

Hold.

You have one week, artista.

Lorenzo, no.

The materials alone will cost
another 200 florins.

One week.

(Groans) That sounds...quite
reasonable.

(Shouting and animals
grunting)

(WOMAN) I'll have two,
if the price is right.

I'm gonna have words
with you, boy.

We found footprints in the graveyard
where the Jew's body was stolen.

A donkey's, a man's
and a child's.

Long-toed poulaines...

such as you are wearing.

(Thud)

Do you know who I am?

I am Lord Girolamo Riario.

Count and Captain General
of the Holy Roman Church.

Nephew of His Holiness...

..Pope Sixtus IV.

Signor Morgante has informed us
of your grave-robbing exploits.

- I don't know what you mean.
- Don't insult us, boy.

We're well aware
of who your master is.

Erm...Your Excellency, there
was the matter of payment.

Hmm.

Yes, of course.

Captain Grunwald.

(Grunts)

(Gasps)

Jesus!

(Whimpering)

Now that we've established my
propensity for directness,

I trust our conversation
will proceed smoothly.

Now, we're interested in why Da
Vinci required the Jew's body,

and, lest you be tempted
to feign further ignorance,

I wanted to demonstrate
a remarkable device

I recently acquired
from the Orient.

It's called...
the Widow's Tear.

(Whimpering)

No!

The source of the discomfort
you're feeling is an exquisitely tooled

diamond needle,
the titular Widow's Tear.

And as I turn the handle,
the diamond...

(Groans)

..slowly incises
a circle of skin,

from the back of the hand, one
layer of epidermis at a time.

(Whimpering)

Now, I want you to weigh your
next answer very, very carefully.

Why did Da Vinci
unearth the Jew's body?

Very well.
Another turn.

(Whimpering)

Stop! Stop, stop.

Shhh, shhh.
It's alright, Nico.

Just a few simple words, and we
can end all this unpleasantness.

He was searching...

The Jew swallowed something.

What, child?

A key.

Leave nothing unturned.
Just find the key.

(MAN) Rip it apart!

Stop!

You won't find it.

(Creaking)

That's what
you're looking for.

- Open it.
- I can't. It's locked.

Hack it apart.

(Hammering and clanking)

Wait a moment!

(MAN) Let's get out of here!
Hurry!

Let's get out of here!

You, boy...! You...!

You have defied instruments
of the Lord's will!

- (Knocking)
- (MAN) Leonardo!

Go! Go!

Leonardo! Are you alright?

Oh!

Oh, merciful heaven!
What happened here?

These men are agents
of the papacy.

What, it wasn't enough to tangle
with the Medicis? Now you're...?

Leo, you're talking
about the Pope.

Not to worry. They could only
have our entrails torn out.

Nico, who did this to you?

Count Riario.

The papal nephew
and attack dog?

He snatched me
from the market.

I told him... I'm sorry.

I told him you took the key
from the Jew's body.

Well, you may have told them that,
but you showed them something else.

Hey, you've done something
exceptional, Nico.

You've saved your own life,
into the bargain.

Halt!

Be still.

Our visitor was expected.

You know I can't be seen with you.
There are too many prying eyes.

If I had been stopped
on the road...

You needn't lecture me on
the necessity of discretion.

I wouldn't jeopardize such a valuable
asset as yourself without ample reason.

Now, take these.

A list of secure locales
hidden throughout Florence.

I need more information.

Details of Lorenzo
and Da Vinci's activities.

If you have something
pertinent to convey,

inscribe the Greek
letter alpha

above whichever locale
is convenient.

If we have something
to convey to you,

we will inscribe
the letter omega.

Are you clear on all this?

That's the official
papal seal.

Mark your messages with it.

And one final thing.

What is it?

Instructions will
be forthcoming.

In the meantime,
keep it hidden.

Now, Da Vinci...

Has your celebrated artist
made any mention of a key?

- What about the Jew?
- He asked about his capture.

He wanted to return to
the scene of the crime.

That's how he put it.

He was preoccupied with why a
Jew would hide in a bookshop.

Why would Da Vinci concern
himself with a bookshop?

I don't know. Perhaps Da Vinci
is more clever than you.

But then that would be
heresy, wouldn't it?

Keep an eye on that bookshop.

If we're lucky, Da Vinci will
complete our investigations for us.

And you, Miss Donati,

do continue ensnaring Lorenzo
and Da Vinci with that...

pretty little cunt of yours.

- You're a bastard.
- Yes.

And the architect
of my pedigree

is the Holy Father himself.

Now, go, lest the prying eyes
of Florence see us together

and question your already
compromised character.

She grows more impertinent
with every encounter.

Hmm.

Even a mouse occasionally bears its
teeth when it's about to be crushed.

Scudos, the papal currency.

Let's review the events
again, Da Vinci.

They took the boy
and ransacked your workshop.

What were they looking for?

My weapon designs.

Well, let Rome have them. By this time next
week, they'll have decimated themselves.

By this time next week,
they could decimate US!

- Lorenzo...
- Open your eyes, brother!

We no longer enjoy
Milan's protection.

I want your men to
surround this building.

No-one to come in or out,
save Da Vinci and the boy.

You will accompany Da Vinci
wherever he goes.

Oh, I hardly think
that's necessary!

(Gasps)

Go.

You have three days for a
successful fire of your gun.

If it fails, there will
be no second chances.

There will be no trial.
You will hang.

Whatever you need to accomplish
this you will possess.

Money, materials, men.

Make your vision real,
Da Vinci...

..for your very life.

When the black hood
pulls the lever...

be sure to clench.
(Chuckles)

Those guards are going to make it
difficult to sneak off to the tavern.

- Did you hear what he said?
- Yes.

(Grunts)
I need to think.

And if I need to think,
I need to drink.

This place is wonderful.

So much better
than the convent.

A million thanks to you,
Leonardo.

What are you doing?

I'm trying to envisage what kind of lock
the notches on this key correspond to.

Nico, do you have that coin
the Turk gave you?

Ahh.

I thought so.

Two keys.

Whatever lock this
corresponds with, I'd wager

the key represents only half of
the mechanism needed to open it.

Leo, honestly, who cares?

Just give the damn thing
to Riario.

Inspiration can't be forced.

Oh, well, tell that
to the hangman--

Hangman: Inspiration
cannot be forced

Look, the fact that Riario would
jeopardize a formal visit to acquire this

is telling.

Obviously, it's linked to the Book of Leaves.
The Turk confirmed it.

Of course, the Turk.
Your mystery man.

Yes! And since we have
a mystery here...

..I intend to see it through.

What mystery?
The Jew stole a key.

He swallowed it to prevent
his pursuers from getting it.

Why would he break
into a bookshop?

That's where the key was in the first place.
That's why he broke in.

No, the narrative
doesn't hold up.

The bookshop reported
nothing missing.

- Oh, for fuck's sake!
- And his bag was empty.

And why the fingernail? And why
was the Jew being pursued...

..before the bookshop?

According to the Count,
the Jew crossed the piazza

and then entered
the road here.

Perhaps someone
witnessed the event.

Please, signor,
can you offer any charity?

Tell me, good man.

Were you here the night
the Jew was caught?

Indeed I was, for this is my
home, and I have no other.

Can't you see
this man's blind?

Shhh.

- (Rattling)
- A florin, signor?

You could identify
that by its sound?

I am well versed in the respective tones
of our realm's coinage.

If you would, could you describe
what you heard that night?

With pleasure.
It was a cold night.

When I first heard the shouts,
I thought I was dreaming.

They were coming
from the Duomo.

Then I heard the Jew's
footsteps and his breath.

He was terrified.
I could tell that.

Then he fell.

Dropped something.
Pages fluttering like bird's wings.

Then I heard the Jew say,
'Wo, wo?'

Wo, wo?

And I heard more shouts,
his pursuers calling after him.

I did not understand a word
they said, except for 'halt'.

Halt.

How does this shed
light on your mystery?

The men chasing the Jew spoke a foreign
tongue, yet they used the word 'halt'.

Only German and English
use that.

- So...?
- So, the Swiss mercenaries

employed by Rome
speak German,

and they must have assumed
the Jew understood it,

since most Jews speak
Yiddish, a form of German.

The word 'wo' in Yiddish
means 'where'.

The Jew wasn't fearful.
He was searching for something.

See, I believe he had two
items in his possession.

The first was small enough
for him to swallow - the key.

The second was larger,

forcing him to find
a hiding-place.

- A book.
- Precisely.

And where would
one best hide a book?

Would you mind skulking around,
making the proprietor apprehensive?

Why me?

Well, because
you reek of dishonesty.

(Groans)
As usual.

Signor Vesticci,
how goes it?

Tell me - how many rows
of shelves do you have?

Ten. What of it?

You there - did you just stuff
something into your robes just now?

I beg your pardon? I was simply
hefting the weight of this tome.

The fingernail was a clue to
the second item's location.

Ten shelves.
Ten fingers.

Now, we're facing the west.

It would be more obvious,
when counting, to face

the opposite direction,

the east and the rising sun.

Additionally, Hebrew is the
sacred language of the Jews,

read from right to left.

So, if we count
from the right...

..we get row number five.

Blood.

Now, we know he bit
off his fingernail.

Look, Nico. There.

Dust. No-one's disturbed
these books in ages.

But here...

There's no dust at all
on this book.

Written in Hebrew, no less.

I think we've found
item number two.

I take it all back.
If you had tits, I'd marry you.

So, you long for the soul of a
man but the breasts of a woman?

You have a treacherous road
ahead, my friend.

Artista, you will
come with us.

If you resist... Well, just ask your
little friend about Riario's hospitality.

Well, unfortunately, we will have
to decline the Count's invitation.

What is that?

Well, you're acquainted
with my infernal devices.

The exploding chest,
in my workshop.

Well, this works
on the same principle.

It is a grenado.
It's packed with gunpowder.

Activated by a
push-button on its base.

And if I remove my thumb...
(Gasps)

..the device will explode.

He's lying.
It's a snuff-box.

Don't test my resolve.
I do not care for you to die,

on this day or any other.

You think the greatest mind in all of
Europe needs to bluff? Then try us.

There's a vendor nearby
that sells those things.

This is Da Vinci
you're staring down.

- It's a snuff-box.
- It's a fucking grenado.

- Fuck me.
- Split up.

After him!

Halt!
You won't get away from us!

Halt!

Halt!

Stay where you are!

- Got him!
- Shit!

Shit.

Stop!

(Yells)

(Screams)

(Yells)

Oh, please,
give Riario my regrets!

(Chuckles)

Count Riario,
if you'd be so kind.

Signor di Medici.

Lady Orsini.

Thank you most humbly
for the hospitality

you've extended to
our modest delegation.

We are only too happy

to receive Rome's
favored son.

Lord Girolamo.

We are ecstatic.

Shall you and I retire to my
study for a few moments?

Drop the niceties, Riario.

Your men broke into
my artist's studio.

I want to know why.

Word of Da Vinci has reached
the Holy Father's ears.

He's tasked me with finding artisans to
adorn the great chapel he's building.

I thought...

Do you know what?

An exploratory meeting
might be in order.

And was the death of your men
part of that exploration?

Only retroactively, but it taught
me a few things about your man

and made me anxious
to make his acquaintance.

Da Vinci is a mere
dilettante.

An amusement.
Nothing more.

And yet I'm told you've
advanced him a stipend

of 50 florins.

Quite a handsome allowance
for a mere dilettante.

Rome hears
every whisper, Lorenzo.

Even outlandish ones concerning artisans
capable of constructing war machines.

The manufacture of armaments
could be construed as a provocative move.

As could the assassination
of Duke Sforza.

Or the refusal
to pay one's debts.

Usury. It's such
an unseemly business.

I hear the Holy Father is now borrowing
money from the Pazzi family.

Is he planning
on bilking them as well?

Since we're on
the subject of provocations,

I believe it's time I stated
the purpose of my visit.

His Holiness wishes to inform you of his
choice for the Archbishop of Pisa.

Pisa falls under Florence's
jurisdiction.

Nevertheless,
the selection has been made.

His Holiness has appointed
Francesco Salviati.

- Your cousin.
- Hmm.

Well...

It appears congratulations
are in order.

Please,
inform the Holy Father

that you and Salviati should assemble
the largest army you can find...

because the only way you're
setting foot in Pisa

is if I am dead and buried.

I see.

So, that's your
proposed condition?

Rome fired the first salvo,
not I.

And we intend
to fire the last.

Good night, Magnifico.

How in Christ's name

did he know all that?

Troubling.

(Door slamming)

(Dogs barking)

You look very fetching
in your night shirt.

What are you doing, skulking around?
I could have hurt you.

With a drafting compass?

Why are you here, Leonardo?

I can't go to my quarters. The
Vatican's thugs are looking for me.

Lorenzo's men have been in and out
of here all day, looking for you.

Lorenzo gave me a deadline
on my musket.

Frankly, I'm not sure
I can make it.

I'm not surprised.

You have three layers of cannons
on top of one another. Yes?

Mm-hm.

Well, there's going to be some powder
contamination between the tiers.

Look, I promised Lorenzo a musket that
could be fired and loaded simultaneously.

This is a dangerous game you're playing
with Lorenzo. Have you overreached?

Christ, Andrea! The whole point
of progress is overreaching.

Why doesn't anyone
understand that?

Drink.

Now, do you want to tell me
what this is all really about?

Have you heard
of the Book of Leaves?

It's a myth.
No more real than a unicorn.

- I believe it exists.
- A book of wonders,

containing the secret history
of the world? Please!

The Jew that was hanged. Hm?

This was his.

Your Hebrew's better than mine. Perhaps
you can tell me what it concerns.

It's...it's a treatise
on the origins of the universe.

Astronomy.

It keeps referring
to the Vault of Heaven,

how it can be opened.

Or perhaps... Ah-ha.

So, the Vault of Heaven
could refer to the night sky.

So, perhaps the Book can be found
by looking for a constellation.

Leo, give up
on this fool's errand

and focus on your commission.

Stop borrowing trouble
based on a fable.

This fable...

is bound up in the fate
of my mother.

I can draw anything I've
seen, Andrea. Anything.

But I can't draw her face.

I've tried. I can't.

I can't.
I just can't remember it.

If there's any knowledge
to be had of her

bound up in this quest...

..I need to see it through.

Then your need will most likely
end up getting you killed.

Hmm.

(Music and laughter)

He told me the linens
were from Naples.

Isn't that right, dear?

Me, a textile merchant.

I suggested he start getting his wine
from the Orient, while he's at it.

Shouldn't you be working
on Lorenzo's musket?

Well, unlike you, I'm capable of
doing two things at the same time.

Drinking and digging
your own grave.

Yours.

The question you asked
of me earlier.

Which gift do I prefer?

You seem very uncomfortable.

I don't often attend
affairs such as this.

Well, I do. It's a confection
of pretence and masks.

Smile. Lorenzo's watching us.

(Clapping hands)

Your pardons and indulgences.
Your pardons and indulgences.

Welcome, all of you...

..to a feast of Florence,

so full of life and vibrancy.

(Applause)

So like Eden.

(Pipes and drums playing)

Full of fresh fruits.

Full of bird and game.

Full of nature's grace.

(Hissing)

(Applause)

So like Eden...

but, of course,
Eden had guests.

- As do we.
- (Laughter)

Of course, our guest is somewhat
more pleasant than the serpent.

(Laughter)

Please let us welcome
Count Girolamo Riario,

emissary from Rome,

to our Eden, to our Florence.

Dinner is served.

(Door opens)

What do you see?

I know who you are; you know who I am.
We both know what's transpired.

Now, tell me:
what do you see?

I believe I saw someone call you a
snake in front of all those people.

And I see a key that you
will be giving to me...

..along with what you took
from that bookstore.

Well, both the key and the book
the Jew hid are quite useless,

unless one has the intellect required
to find the Vault of Heaven.

- Then I'll have you as well.
- Why would I

surrender myself to Rome?

Perhaps you value your life?

Not enough to betray
Florence.

Then...

perhaps you value the life
of another a little more.

I know desire when I see it,

and I am very well versed
in the myriad ways

of exploiting it.

You know, this doesn't have
to be contentious, Da Vinci.

Join us, and the whole
of the Vatican's secret archives

can be at your disposal.

You're offering me
forbidden fruit now.

That's what serpents do,
isn't it?

Meet me tomorrow at sunrise.

And then the key, all of its
secrets...can be yours.

And your services?

Surely, if I'm to find the Book of
Leaves, I'll need those, as well?

- What is he doing?
- He's playing with a bottle.

Of course he is.

I'll admit he eluded us once,

but this time
we're ready for him.

(Horses' hooves)

There. It makes sense.

He was already working
with the Roman scum.

Do we need any more proof?

He is complicit with them.

Consider this a retainer.

For your services to Rome.

Why do you hesitate,
Da Vinci?

This is the next step.

Sorry. I don't follow you.

Why did you exhume the Jew?

Why do you endeavor
to find the Vault?

I don't endeavor.

I've found it.

The Vault of Heaven, which, presumably,
contains the Book of Leaves.

I've had it put on wheels, so I
might move it for safekeeping.

Apparently,
it requires two keys to open.

The Jew. The Vault. The Book.

You've done all this,
because you want to know

what's next.

Between the base animal
clawing for money

and the enlightened man's
reach for God

lies knowledge.

You just want to know
what's next. I do too.

Oh, that's not what you want.

You want to suppress
knowledge.

No. I want to administer it.

Someone has to.
Why not an agent of God?

Well, if God exists, surely, He intended
His knowledge to be shared by all?

The truth is, progress
frightens you and your ilk.

(Chuckles) Not at all.
We embrace it.

Really?! Really?

Are we at an impasse, then?

That would be unfortunate.

This is your last chance
for an amicable partnership.

I decline your offer.

(Shouting) I pledge allegiance
to Lorenzo the Magnificent,

his foolish brother,

and the whole of Florence!

You want to tame Florence,

but I prefer it wild,

for all its quirks
and criminals.

So, why don't you scurry
on back to Rome

and tell your Pope that
neither Florence nor Da Vinci

will be contained?

(Explosions)

(Screams)

You hurt my friend!

Go! Run, you fools!

(Screams)

(Gasping and choking)

I'm sorry.

I did warn you.

Why aren't we meeting
at the palace?

I come here to retreat
from public life.

And the words I would have with
you aren't meant to be public.

I believe there may
be a spy in my court.

Riario knew the details
of our arrangement,

the exact amount of the
stipend I've advanced you.

You suspect my allegiance?

No.

No, the fact that you just
killed six of the papal guard

releases you from
the circle of suspicion.

Hmm.

No, you wanted me to witness your
meeting with Riario today, didn't you?

What makes you say that?

Well, you managed to evade my officers,
even though I insisted they watch over you,

and then today,
conveniently, you slip up.

You intended for us to track
you to the quarry.

I thought you'd appreciate seeing the gun
work on real opponents, not wooden ones.

How did you fix
the gun's flaws?

The cannons needed
more separation,

so the rotating drum
I fashioned did just that.

And can your musket now be
produced on a large scale?

Well, given the resources,
absolutely.

Then you will have them.

You have done well, Da Vinci.

We struck Riario
quite a blow today.

But it won't be long
before he retaliates.

Lorenzo,
we don't have much...

- I thought we were alone.
- It's all right, Lucrezia.

It's only Da Vinci.

And I trust we can rely
on his discretion.

Absolutely.

Good man.

Get to work, maestro.

Florence is counting on you.

(Chuckles)

Why do you laugh?

One day, Lupo,

all that you see here will
fall under Rome's rule.

And if that day happens
a bit further down the road,

because of Da Vinci's
intervention...

..so be it.

But he has the key.

That makes him one step closer
to obtaining the Book of Leaves.

Let him keep it for now.
At least we know where it is.

And besides...the key is useless
without its counterpart.

And what if Da Vinci
obtains that?

He won't.

How do you know?

Because I have it!
(Chuckles)

And now you know,
dear Lupo...

..why I find the whole
affair so amusing.

Why the long face, Leo?

The maestro's
never satisfied.

The possibility of perfection, another
puzzle looming over the horizon.

How many letters are
in the Hebrew alphabet?

27.

There are 27 illustrations
in this book.

So...?

Have you gone mad?

Help me move this table back.

Hebrew, as we've already established,
is written from right to left.

If the first illustration corresponds
with the first page of the alphabet...

Aleph.

..and the second page
corresponds with the second...

- Beth.
- ..and the third page

follows the same pattern...

Gimel.

Do you see how the gold lines
up from one page to the next?

Have you heard
of steganography?

It's cryptography developed
by the Greeks.

It means 'concealed writing'.

It's basically hiding a coded
message in plain sight.

- Leaves in a forest.
- Make a grid of three rows,

each of them nine across...

- What is it?
- Patience, Nico.

As with most puzzles...

it needs to be viewed from
a different perspective.

(Creaking and whirring)

The Vault of Heaven
isn't a metaphor.

It's an actual vault,

containing
the Book of Leaves.

And that, gentlemen,

is a map, detailing
the vault's location.

The land this describes
doesn't exist.

Well, then, we'll just have
to discover it, won't we?

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