All language subtitles for DVD.S02E02.BR720P.350MB-PAHE.in

( theme music playing )

- What have you done to me?
- Lorenzo, wait.

We cut open your veins
and my arteries

and created a vacuum
between them

which allowed my own blood
to replenish yours.

Do you mean to say your blood
flows within me?

I realize I'm not your ideal candidate
for blood brother,

but the procedure
was too dangerous.

I couldn't allow anyone else
to risk it.

Where is Giuliano?

Now stay calm

as our attempt to save you
will be at risk if you don't.

I wasn't asking you, Maestro!

I was speaking to him!

You've been through much,
Magnifico.

Please, put down the knife.

Where is my brother?!

( groans ) By your allegiance,
Verrocchio, tell me now!

Noble Giuliano fought bravely...

but was slain.

I'm sorry, my lord.

- ( coughing )
- ( groans )

( grunts )

Take me home.

It won't be that simple.

The streets are perilous.

The Officers of the Night
have been helpless

to stop the mob from burning homes,

looting shops.

You do have Medici support,

but the Pazzis grow stronger
by the hour.

And Urbino's forces stand outside
the city ready to invade.

I need to see my city.

( shouting )

Let us through!
I have a reverend father within.

Get down!
Pull them down!

Get down!

No!
( screaming )

- Go on, get hold of them!
- Go! Get it!

( screaming )

( screaming )

I'll take everything
you've got.

Leonardo: They're rebelling
against all authority.

It's mine!
Give it to me!

- Give it to me!
- No, it's mine! Get off!

Man:
Take it all.

My family spent generations
building up this republic.

And at the drop of a sword,

the people devour each other
like swine.

They need their leader.

I never wanted to lead.

It doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter
what you want.

Fate made you a leader.

Accept your role
or Florence is lost.

Florence is lost, da Vinci.

And I have no reason
to win it back.

I have no heir, no brother.

I have no future
to offer the people.

My lord.

Vanessa, is this wise?

Perhaps you do have a future
for Florence, my lord.

Giuliano's fire

burns still within me.

I'm bearing his child.

Is this true?

It is.

I must return to the palace.

Can you provide me
with a sword?

We will need a lot more
than a sword.

( gasping )

It's brilliant, passing a hairpin
through a kiss.

It's dazzling.

Leonardo says
you're a master lockpick.

Genius.
You, not him.

He's a fool for ever letting you go.
I have never been more fully erect.

- Do you want to finish the job?
- Gladly.

Not that, the chains.

Of course.

( men shouting )

Don't you care for cured meats?

Or are you
so loyal to da Vinci

that you'll starve for him?

Although, will you ever
even see him again?

- He's rescuing Florence.
- He's rescuing Lorenzo.

Lorenzo is Florence.

Lorenzo is a purse string.

Nico, you took the key
to the Vault of Heaven from me,

something da Vinci himself
could not manage.

And yet...

he chose to save Lorenzo over you.

I'd say you're undervalued.

As I was at your age.

Like me, you will learn
your worth in time.

Not like you.

And if you think I'll help you find
the Vault of Heaven, you're wrong.

- I'd die first.
- ( laughs )

Oh, Nico.

The Widow's Tear has already
shown us otherwise,

proving my theory
that it is better to be feared

than loved.

Why are you keeping me alive?

Because I like you.

Francesco: Faithful citizens,
we burn this effigy of the tyrant.

( cheering )

So his wicked soul
burns in hell's fire!

Death to the Medicis!

( crowd shouting )

Infernal Pazzis.

If we try to bring Lorenzo
through this frenzy,

Francesco's dogs
will finish him off.

No longer will their
vainglorious cabal of merchants

dictate how all of Florence
shall live.

Can you make out a word
that hypocritical windbag is saying?

( scoffs )
No, thank God.

Can you?

No.

The just and pious Pazzi family...

But what if we could?

What if the entire city could?

His lies would spread
like wood rot

until there wasn't a safe corner
for Lorenzo in all of Florence.

But what if we could
counter those lies?

Do you have any brass
in your studio?

Yes, I'm using it
for the Vitale commission.

Not anymore.

All is secure, my lady.

Do you have a family,
Captain?

A wife, a son,

a little girl.

Who protects them
whilst you're protecting us?

My wife has always understood
my duty is to Florence

as hers is to our children.

I'll admit, I sometimes envy
the time she spends with them.

Don't envy us wives, Captain.

We pray more than priests,
sleep less than watchmen,

and grow old before our time

waiting and worrying.

Signora? Signora?

Signora, you have our condolences

on this very black Easter Monday.

- Identify yourselves now.
- It's all right, Captain.

This is Signor Sassetti,
general manager of the Medici Bank

and Signor Portinari
who oversees the London branch.

Portinari:
If you'll excuse us, Captain.

The captain will remain
by my side.

Very well.

Rumors of your husband's death

are spreading panic amongst
our investors in Europe.

If we lose their confidence,

the bank will collapse.

Tell them Lorenzo is alive.

If we could but see him.

Any business you have with him
you can submit to me in writing.

Portinari:
So the rumors are true?

Lorenzo is dead.

Captain, drag him somewhere
to reflect on his loyalties.

I know this is difficult, signora,

but you must understand
our responsibility

is the fidelity of the bank.

Lorenzo's absence,
however temporary,

has created a void.

Perhaps it's prudent to appoint
an interim head of the bank.

I suppose you think yourself
the obvious candidate?

Signor Portinari and I have
the experience for the job.

But not the name.

We are speaking
of the great Medici Bank after all,

and your name is not Medici.

Neither is yours,
Signora Orsini.

Captain.

Come, weevils, the lady
is weary of your presence.

Come.

( crowd shouting )

I thought you were
leading me home.

I am.

Lorenzo:
Look at them.

It's hopeless.

No, you haven't read
your Vitruvius.

What?

Sound moves like ripples
on water.

And when a ripple touches
a soft surface like bodies in the crowd

or a wooden building,
it's absorbed

as water is absorbed
by a cloth.

Speak plainer, da Vinci.

Look out across the piazza.

Do you see those shimmering
plates of reflected moonlight?

Lorenzo: Yes.

Those are brass panels positioned
according to my calculations,

each held at precise angles
by Verrocchio and his assistants.

When a sound ripple reaches
a reflective surface,

it's deflected-- under the right
circumstances, amplified.

Acoustically speaking,
this tower

is the most strategic point
in Florence.

You want me
to make a speech?

What does it matter?

Francesco Pazzi is winning.

Only because everyone
thinks you're dead.

You have to tell the people

that you haven't
abandoned them.

- ( ringing bell )
- Da Vinci!

Da Vinci.

What's that bastard doing?

Man:
Look, up there!

Pull!
Put your backs into it.

Pull, for goodness' sake.
Quickly, damn it.

If this doesn't work, the mob
will pull them both to pieces.

Wait. Out, out, out.
Out here.

Careful. That's it.
Good. Good. Good. Good.

The stage is yours, Magnifico.

If this fails, they will throng
my palace and slay my family.

Face your city.

( coughing )

There, see what
they make of you.

( crowd quiets )

( coughs )

Look to your people, Lorenzo.

You need to inspire them,
to invite them to join you,

to dare them
to be as great as they are.

( echoing )
Citizens of Florence.

Woman:
It's Lorenzo! It's him!

( echoing )
I grieve with you tonight

for the injuries inflicted
on our noble city,

on our families,

and on my beloved
brother Giuliano.

Get him down from there.

- ( crowd murmuring )
- Go! Move!

Lorenzo:
I once embraced

Francesco Pazzi
and his family as my friends.

I thought them
noble citizens of Florence.

But as I stand
before you tonight,

as our city is aflame

and my brother lies dead,

I was naive,

blind to their ambition,

ignorant to the lengths
they would go

to see our city

under Rome's thumb.

( murmuring )

He's a salesman.
A usurer.

Man: Yeah!

Citizens, don't let him
bedevil you.

Lorenzo:
Yet we have not fallen.

In Florence,

power has always been derived
from the people...

not from traitorous whispers
in quiet, dark halls,

not from individuals,

not from conspirators.

And so,
as it should be,

I put the fate of our republic

in your hands.

Do with me as you please.

For whatever you command,

I will perform it willingly.

Jacopo:
This is not good.

Lorenzo:
For tonight,

as always,

you are my friends.

My protectors.

My brothers.

Do you think they heard me?

Palle!

Crowd:
Palle! Palle!

Palle!
Palle!

The Medici rallying cry.

I'd say they did.

Palle! Palle!

Palle!
Palle!

Palle!

Francesco, let's go!

Palle! Palle! Palle!

Palle! Palle!
Palle!

( gasping )

( cheering )

Now, Dragonetti.

Now we apprehend
the Pazzi traitors.

My pleasure.

- There they are!
- No, no. Wait!

- Hold him.
- I'm a reverend father!

- Wait!
- God help me, no!

Help me, Orsini!

( screaming )

( crowd chanting )
Palle! Palle!

( footsteps running )

He's the leader!
Pazzi scum!

( crowd continues chanting )

( coughing )

( grunts )

( shouting )

( cheering )

( whimpering )

( screaming )

( screaming )

( crowd chanting )
Palle! Palle! Palle!

Lorenzo:
My dear lady.

I commend you
for your strength and courage

in holding our home against those
who would seek our life.

Welcome home, husband.

( cheering )

I'm told our awaited guest has
a penchant for such curiosities.

It's said he keeps a kind of ghastly
museum in his dungeon.

Surely the museum is apocryphal.

King Ferrante's reputation
as a ferocious,

bloodthirsty warlord is not.

Alessandro:
His dress bespeaks a warrior.

That's the son Alfonso.
Behind him is the king.

This is your warlord?
Looks more like a bookkeeper.

May I present His Majesty
King Ferrante of Naples

and his son Alfonso
Duke of Calabria.

You'll forgive us for not kneeling
and kissing the ring.

I, too, am anointed by God.

And are you also
Christ's vicar here on Earth?

His holy sign
that He will come again?

Ferrante:
It matters not.

Down to business.

As the only king
on the Italian peninsula,

you understand our need
for stability?

We command the largest
standing army in Italy.

It is we who assure stability.

We also command
a sizable force.

A flock of mercenaries.

Rome has her priests,
Florence her art,

Genoa her trade,
but it is Naples

and our forces who have
been tasked by God

as a first line of defense
against the Ottomans.

You must know
that the tyrant Lorenzo de Medici

and his heretic war engineer
Leonardo da Vinci

openly flout us.

I've known Lorenzo
since he was a child.

He's an unscrupulous villain
who's a little too proud of his prick.

I'm sorry.
I misspoke.

Holy Father,
disregard what I said.

He knows better than to be here
when the tooth falls.

( doors shut )

Where did you find
such an interesting specimen?

Consider it a gift.
One of many to come.

Lorenzo's regime
must be eroded from within

to keep the armies
of Milan and Venice

from allying against us.

Once you have helped us
seize Florence,

the other secular states
of Italy will fall into line

and into the control

of the godly state of Naples.

You seek an alliance with us
against Florence.

How may we be of service?

There is a papal ship
in the port of Pisa

carrying slaves to Genoa.

If your brave son
travelled there

under both the Neapolitan
and papal flags,

the Republic of Florence
will be cowed by our alliance.

Lorenzo is a heathen,
but he's not a fool.

We will apply
unrelenting pressure

until he does what's best
for his people

and surrenders.

( priests singing )

You asked to see me,
Your Magnificence?

You were leaving before
this massacre began.

I assume you
still intend to leave.

But we need you here.

Rome's aggression
will not stop.

We need more
pipe organ muskets.

- More military inventions.
- And then what? Then what?

They return with more soldiers,
more allies.

The way to defeat them is not
by racing them to the next weapon.

But you alone know how to deal
with Florence's enemies.

I search for an ancient tome
called the Book of Leaves.

It's a compendium of hidden wisdom
that men have died to protect.

Sixtus and his cohorts,
they moved mountains to find it.

I believe it contains secrets

that could put an end to these
petty wars that besiege us forever.

Whispers.

Forbidden knowledge made up
to entertain adolescent boys.

Well, perhaps you recall
lying on a slab

while my blood
pumped into your veins.

Forbidden knowledge
just saved your life.

And in the name
of this knowledge,

you would desert
Florence again?

Do you know what this is?

One of my grandfather's trinkets.

It's the symbol
of the Sons of Mithras.

- Have you heard of them?
- Cosimo had many secrets.

They were an ancient brotherhood
committed to humanism.

Cosimo was one of its members.

He had faith in this city, in you.

Your grandfather, he saw Florence
as the essential city.

Where, for once,
freedom, knowledge,

they'd been allowed
to take root.

He tasked me
from beyond the grave

to retrieve the Book of Leaves.

And when I do,
you must ensure

that Florence is still here
to receive it.

But I can't leave
Florence without...

money.

( sighs )

Without a ship.

( chuckles )
Da Vinci, I cannot help you.

Florence need weapons,
not magic.

Go, leave us.
Do as you wish.

As my family have done
for quite some time,

I will preserve this city

without your help.

Farewell.

( door closes )

Sister.
Oh, my prayers are answered.

Francesco, you sought to sweep
the Medici name from the Earth

and we will answer
your conspiracy in kind.

Tomorrow,
go to your death

knowing that it is your name
that will be expunged.

Your properties will be
divided among the Signoria,

all male cousins
will be exiled,

and anyone who dares to marry
a Pazzi woman will be disinherited.

You'd wipe out the oldest
and most noble family in Florence?

My ancestor was the first over the wall
in the siege of Jerusalem.

Save your creaking anecdotes.

We are sick to death
of your Pazzi ancestor.

Future generations
will only remember

that the meaning of the word
Pazzi is madmen.

You left your robes in your quarters
when you fled, Cardinal.

I have them here for you.

Thank you, sister.

I have prayed
for you every day.

The populace should see the fate
of those who ally themselves with Rome.

So you will put on those robes

and we will dangle you
from the gibbet in your Sunday best.

Think of your eternal soul.

Do you dare kill a cardinal?

One who defiled the Lord's house
on Easter Sunday? Yes, I would.

No, please.
I am your brother.

I have no brother.

Ah.

Oh, your confidence
as a thief is beguiling.

Yes, well, I have no intention of being
recognized on the road to Florence.

Stop gaping like a pike
and move.

You know what Riario
is capable of.

Has anyone ever told you
you'd make a beautiful man?

Has anyone ever told you
you're a bit of a pig?

- Oh, you're a bit of a traitor.
- Pig and a knave.

Traitor and a whore.

That's a compliment.

All my favorite people
are traitorous whores.

So unsettling, isn't it?

One of your kinsmen
had it inscribed in his flesh

for safekeeping,
little good that it did him.

I believe it's a legend,

a key to reading a map.

This map.
Can you decipher it?

Oh, much of it is beyond
my understanding.

But these,

these are written in the ancient
Ge'ez script of my people.

They are numbers.

13,

1,631 over 10,000.

It's a fraction.

Arabs use them to represent
parts of a whole number.

What does this one say?

72 and...

341 over 625.

The astrolabe.

The numbers indicate
latitude and longitude.

Captain de Noli
will be pleased.

And what will please you?

The Bible counsels us
against indulging ourselves.

Men of the Bible
took their pleasures.

King Solomon visited
the kingdom of Sheba,

my homeland of Abyssinia.

There he met
the beautiful queen

and invited her to a banquet
at his palace.

She asked Solomon to swear
not to take her by force.

He agreed

as long as she would take
nothing of value from his home.

Seems an easy vow to keep.

But when she awoke
at midnight,

the queen was thirsty.

And as she reached for water,
Solomon appeared,

warning she was
breaking her oath.

For nothing in the desert
is as precious as water.

She chose to drink,

setting Solomon free
from his promise not to take her.

And they spent
the night together willingly.

The queen of Sheba
fell in love with Solomon.

She converted my homeland

to the Lord God of Israel

without regrets.

Well...

that story is not in the Bible.

Not everything is, my lord.

What do you know
of Daedalus?

What?
Just indulge me.

What were the sins
of Daedalus?

He fashioned wings
for himself and his son Icarus.

Flight-- is that a sin?

Or is it invention?

Whilst I was
unconscious, Andrea,

I had a vision.

I was in the presence
of something.

Something.

You'd lost a lot of blood, Leo.

Don't be troubled by dreams.

The dream was real, Andrea.

Look.

There, that figure.

A man being savaged
by a bull?

Yes!

Here, on the reverse
of the Turk's coin,

a man slaying a bull.

It's the inverse image.

I've met the enemies
of the Sons of Mithras.

These aren't fables, Andrea.

You may be right, my boy.

All the more reason
to leave it alone.

Oh, we can't do that.

Maestro.

Zo, you stayed in Florence?

Not quite,
but I made it back here.

Where's Nico?

He's on the Basilisk
with Riario.

You let Riario take Nico?

I wasn't exactly given an option.

I was supposed to be
on that ship, not Riario!

Certainly not Nico with him. Me!

Without you didn't the Turk say
the ship wrecks itself in a storm?

- How does Nico survive that?
- Do I fucking know?

I'd go after them.
I've got n-n-next to nothing.

I've got no ship,
no astrolabe.

I mean, there's the original charts,

but the Abyssinian's map
that explains it all is with Riario.

Surely you can reproduce
the Abyssinian's map from memory.

Yes, but I cannot will
a crew and ship into existence.

Well, there's someone
that can help.

Yeah, but you've got
to promise to stay calm,

accept the fucking help.

Why would you
come to my aid?

Why did you miss your ship
to assist Lorenzo?

There is a man
named Vespucci.

He solves import and export
problems for the Medicis.

It's his business to know every boat
that comes in and out of Pisa.

He could find you a ship
and a crew.

And he collects
rare maritime maps.

Perhaps he has one
like the one that you lost.

And what do you
want in return?

From you, nothing.

Sixtus destroyed my family.

What I want,
what I have always wanted,

is to see him dead.

Nonetheless, you came here
to face me first.

I look at you
and see how you refuse

to be trapped by your birth,
by your circumstances.

I just fight to be free.

I need a future
where I control my own fate.

And my pursuit
of the same freedom...

will take me far from you.

( exhales )

This belongs to your father.

Um, perhaps you could
return it to him.

With my regards.

It's mine now.

And I would see it
stay with you

since I can't.

I--

I still think of a world
in which we met differently.

Lived differently.

( exhales )

As do I.

( crowd shouting )

( clamoring )

Sister!

They call for your death,
Francesco.

Only hours ago
they cheered for yours.

And yet...

here we are.

Now let us send a message

to your master in Rome

that Florence still shines.

( cheering )

( cheering )

Amerigo Vespucci?

He works for the Medicis.
Lucrezia recommended him.

I knew him.
We grew up together in Peretola.

He's a fixer and a fuck.

Oh, this is the worst idea you've had
since you stopped eating meat.

Amerigo Vespucci is as slippery
as a buttered eel.

A well-connected eel
who has yet to lose a map,

an astrolabe, a ship,
and Nico to Riario.

- Perhaps he can apprentice you.
- I did as you asked.

- I asked you not to go.
- You asked me to stall.

To stall the barge,
not the Basilisk.

You should have realized
that was far too great a risk.

When have you considered
anything too great a risk?

You knew we'd do whatever we could
to aid you in your damned adventure.

We always have.

And you make the whole thing
sound so fucking important.

It is important!

Perhaps more
than I even realized.

There are worse things crouching
in the shadows than Riario.

Things I cannot yet understand.

We will get Nico back, Zo,
I promise.

But then we must recover
the Book of Leaves.

- Can I count on you?
- ( sighs )

I will go to the edge of the Earth
with you to find Nico.

After that...

I'm sorry, I'm done.

I don't care about
your Book of Leaves.

This is the place.

( sighs )

( knocks )

Yes?

Uh...

excuse us, signorina.

We're here to see
Amerigo Vespucci.

Bless you for coming
to pay respects to my poor father.

lgnored while the rest of Florence
grieves Giuliano de Medici.

Please, come in.

- ( Zoroaster sighs )
- Leonardo: That's your father?

Amerigo Vespucci?
Yes.

- And you must be his friends.
- ( sniffs )

Well, that's us, then.
Very sorry for your loss.

Hold on.

That stench.

Yeah, it's the body, Leo.
We're too late.

If we hurry,
maybe we can catch Lucrezia,

see if she knows any living people
that could help us.

No, I have spent enough time
around cadavers

to know that is not the scent
of human flesh.

( groans )

- That was completely unnecessary.
- ( laughs )

Any friend of Lucrezia Donati
is a friend of mine.

Zoroaster. Last I saw of you
was in prison.

Never trust a Spanish Moor.
Am I right?

( laughs )

Run along, Beatrice.

I will find you next time
I'm in need of a daughter.

Arrivederci, signores.

Typical.
I should have known.

I apologize for the theatrics.

I was afraid you were
sent here by my creditors.

- You understand?
- Absolutely.

I like you, signore.

Da Vinci.

Leonardo da Vinci,
Lorenzo's bastard war engineer.

The pleasure is mine.
What is the nature of your problem?

Well, I'm supposed
to be on board a ship.

The Basilisk.

Three-masted carrack,
Captain Antonio de Noli, crew of 15,

carrying top-of-the-line
Florentine textiles.

Left Pisa two days ago
sailing west, yes.

It's been commandeered
by Count Riario,

Captain General
of the Holy Roman Church.

I see.
So you wish to sail west,

but the Vatican
has stolen your ship.

If you're here, you have not the coin
to hire such a vessel yourself.

Which leaves
but one choice available.

Am I right?

We head to Pisa,

we steal one of theirs.

Hmm?

( laughing )

Signora.

This is Vanessa Moschella.

Clarice: Moschella?
A little flea?

How amusing that you work
at the Barking Dog.

If you think so.

We're told that you carry
Giuliano's seed.

Yes, signora.

How can we be sure
that you're telling the truth?

I'm not really concerned
whether you believe me or not.

Clarice:
Lorenzo believes it.

And right now,
he's in need of some hope.

So you will remain with us.

Piero will see to your needs.

Here?

You don't like our home?

I prefer the freedom
of my own.

You should have thought of that
before Giuliano bedded you

in some sordid
back alley tavern.

He had dozens of women.

From milkmaids to duchesses.

God help us if they all come
knocking with their bastards.

Lorenzo:
We are--

we are here to honor

Giuliano di ser
Piero de Medici...

my brother.

You knew him
as a prince of youth.

The light of Florence.

So he was.

So he was.

You're doing fine.

It is a splendid eulogy so far.

He deserves better.

- What's this?
- It was our grandfather Cosimo's.

One magnificent sword
to be shared by two boys.

I never understood why.

Cosimo told us
we would learn to use it.

One day.

When we were ready.

When we became men.

We never did.

I think Giuliano
would want you to keep it.

( exhales )

( clicks )

You're leaving?

I wish I could
go with you, Leo.

Where I'm going...

I can no longer keep you safe,

much less your child.

So now I'm one of them.

Zoroaster:
Is that really so bad?

You'll note the only time he brought
me here was to say good-bye.

The Medicis are wise.

They will realize

how lucky they are
to have you among them.

Oh.

Release her.

She's not to be swept
into your madness any longer.

The guards saw you entering.

Lorenzo wishes
one more word.

You can wait in the pantry.

Vanessa carries a child

whose father
never married its mother.

Make sure you take care
of this one

better than the last bastard
you dealt with.

( footsteps approaching )

This Book of Leaves you seek,

do you really believe
it could help Florence?

More than help it.

Magnifico, I believe
it can save it.

You and I are not
that different, da Vinci.

It took me a while
to realize that.

( Leonardo gasps )
Did this belong to your grandfather?

He told me

that one day,

when the time was right,

I would learn how to use it.

( exhales )

I saw you fight off many men
in the Duomo.

I would say you already have.

That's not what he meant.

( clicks )

- ( gasps )
- Giuliano and I,

we were always
meant to share it.

That's what brothers do.

Two men whose blood flows
in each other's veins.

Take it with you
on your journey.

All I ask is that
you return to Florence

when your quest is completed

along with whatever wisdom
your book promises.

There are words
inscribed on the blade.

Not just words.

It's what the Medicis
have sought for generations.

"Libertas Populi."

Freedom for the people.

Freedom for Florence.

It's time to save our city,
Leonardo.

Our future.

( music playing )