All language subtitles for Leonardo s01e03_English

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

[BIRDS FLYING]

Ambassador?

Officer Giraldi.

Did you read my statement?

-I did.
-Then you know everything.

I...[BREATHING]

-I saw Leonardo kill her.
-BERNARDO: Poor Caterina.

With respect,
you've saw her die
from poison.

You didn't actually
see Leonardo administer it.

You don't believe he's guilty?

You said in your statement
that she wrote to you,

asking to see you
the very day she died.

-Yes.
-Did she say why?

No.

STEFANO: You had not seen her
in years. Yet you came.

I thought of her many times
over those years.

I know how the three
of you met. What I don't know
is why you parted.

[SIGHS]

It was love, of course.

BERNARDO: Love is
the poisoner of reason.

[SWALLOWS CHIRPING]

LEONARDO: No image.

Not even the very smallest
enters the eye without
being turned upside down .

TOMMASO: You're turning
on a worrying
shade of crimson.

No.

Yes.

People are staring.

Not at us.

GUARD: Make way
for the Duke Regent!

TOMMASO: You see?
If Ludovico Sforza
saw you like that,

he'd think you quite mad.

That extra flow of blood
has helped me think of ways
to captivate him.

But you said...
He already offered you
his patronage.

I refused him.

-You did what?
-I turned him down.

And he said he never makes
the same offer twice.

And you didn't think
to mention this
before we left Florence?

No.

We could have gone to Mantua.
Or Naples.

[PEOPLE LAUGHING
AND SINGING LOUD]

How long are you going
to be angry with me?

It's going to last a while,
I think.

[LAUGHTER]

Well, now it's for
the greater good.
I'm sorry for that.

-Forgive us. Forgive us.
-Please don't apologize.

I'll take care of this.
Go get yourself a drink.

I'm sorry, gentlemen.

"Desole".

Liar.

No, no, no... Ehm...

"Actor". It's pronounced
"actor" where I come from.

Let's go back to Florence.

There's no future for me
in Florence.

I don't like it here.

[SINGING IN ITALIAN]

There are more soldiers
than there are women.

Exactly.

[MAN SINGING]

What is this?

A war machine.

Oh, splendid idea.

[MAN SINGING]

TOMMASO: Except...
you're not
a military engineer.

Who says I'm not?

[MAN CONTINUES SINGING
IN ITALIAN]

[PEOPLE LAUGHING]

[BELLS RINGING, DOOR OPENING]

-Are you the artist?
-Yes. I am.

His Excellency will see you.

Thank you.

CHAMBERLAIN: The Duke Regent
will receive you
in his private chambers.

When you meet his Excellency
you are to bow
with suitable deference.

Too deep is considered vulgar,
too shallow an insult.

You must not
initiate conversation
with his Excellency.

Do not make eye contact
unless addressed.

If you're fortunate enough
to be introduced
to Lady Beatrice,

you must bow reverently,
but not as deeply
as to His Excellency.

You are to refer to her only
as "My Lady" or "Madonna".

[CHAMBERLAIN CLEARS HIS VOICE]

This way.

Just stay still
one more second.

Good boy. Good boy!

Your Excellency?
Leonardo da Vinci.

Your Lordship.

Do you think
this collar flatters him?

Hm. I believe it's a man's
duty to make everything
around him beautiful.

Surely you agree.

Beauty and truth, yes.

Oh, come. We both know
the truth needs decorating
to be palatable.

What brings you to Milan?

I was pretty clear
last time we spoke,

so I know you can't be here
to beg my patronage.

Well...

That was when
you approached me
as an artist, Your Lordship.

Today... I come before you
as an engineer.

I have ideas here

for defenses for your city.

If you'd like to take a look.

First, we have our...

This is a mechanism
for pushing siege ladders
away from walls.

And we have some more, well...

This here is a mobile cannon.

It protects
the people inside with a

an armor on the outside.

You're dressing the truth.
You've no passion for war.

You've ruined your reputation
in Florence, and now you're
trying your luck with me.

Besides, I've all
the defenses I need.

Your Lordship, you're right.

I don't have
a passion for war.

But I do
have a passion for art.

And paintings.

And... forgive me
for saying, sir.

But what you do not possess
is a true work of art.

I don't mean these,
but something so beautiful

that all the world
would marvel.

Now, I know you said
you don't offer
second chances,

but I swear to you,
if you do...

I will deliver
such a masterpiece.

It's all I've wished
to accomplish.

Lady Beatrice would like
your opinion on
tonight's masque, my Lord.

LUDOVICO: Very good.

Come.

Your Grace.

Ladies and gentlemen!
A morality
in praise of chastity!

CHAMBERLAIN: Music.

[LYRE MUSIC]

[SINGING]

[CONTINUES SINGING]

[IN ITALIAN] "Brava".
[LAUGHS]

BEATRICE: Thank you, my love.
I promise tonight
will be even more spectacular.

-LUDOVICO: I'm sure.
-With nymphs and buffoni...

LUDOVICO: And tell me
about the unicorns.

BEATRICE: Fantastic!

WOMAN: I seemed
to have lost my asp...

You have not
seen 'em anywhere,
have you?

-Caterina?
-Ta-da.

You know... Watching your face
during that rehearsal

was the best fun I've had
in weeks.

What do you do in a palace?

What are you doing in Milan?

Bernardo's here for
trade deals. And you...
working for Ll Moro.

I'm not here on
Ludovico's invitation.

I'm here because
I've nowhere else to go.

I didn't get an offer
from Il Moro.

Why didn't you tell me?

Because you were so happy.

I didn't want to spoil it.

-I missed you so much.
-I missed you, too.

Messer Leonardo!
So good to see you again.

And you, Ambassador Bembo.

Sanseverino, you are
in the presence
of a great artist.

Then I am honored to meet you.

Sanseverino is responsible
for the safety of
the Duke Regent.

-There you are, Caterina.
-Your Excellency.

Darling, you're going
to be a divine Cleopatra.

-Thank you, Your grace.
-We shall become dear friends,
I know it.

Your Lordship, I wondered...

I've just been discussing you
with my wife.

And as it turns out,
we do have a commission
for you.

-One of great importance.
-Yes.

A troupe of actors
have come here to perform

Poliziano's
"La Fabula di Orfeo".

For our nephew,
who's a rather sad young man.

He's insufferably miserable.

BEATRICE: He's in
great need of cheer.

A dazzling spectacle
would be just the thing.

You can design
the production. Hm?

Well, you've seen the masque.
Take your lead from that.

I don't understand.

Our next entertainment,
of course.

I'm so excited you're going
to design it for us.

An opportunity
for you to prove yourself
worthy of my patronage.

I wish I shared
Il Moro's passion for masques.

But I'm afraid I do not have
an artist's soul.

Masques are not art.

Oh.

Who was that?

The Duke of Milan.

BEATRICE: Orpheus played
his lyre so beautifully.

Even the birds were enchanted.

But his greatest love
was his wife, Eurydice.

When Eurydice died,
he went to beg Hades
for her return.

Hades agreed,
but on one condition.

He must not look upon her
until they'd left
the Underworld.

Sorry, gentlemen. Desole.

But he did,
and Eurydice vanished forever.

[CLAPPING HANDS]

WALLA: Bravo! Well done,
everybody!

-DEO: Here comes
our new designer.
-Bravo!

THIERRY: I know exactly
what you need!
A good glass of wine.

I'd like it very much.

-Yes.
-So...

When can we talk
about your plans?

We plan... only to sing.

Yes, but... what about
scenery and the stage?

Build me one of wooden planks,
if you must.

And trees, yeah. Paint me
some trees,
whichever ones you like.

Not willows, though.
They're far too gloomy.

-Trees, right.
-That's all. Look.

That's all I require
from Il Moro's... lapdog.

LEONARDO: Have I told you
about Thierry? The leader
of the actors' troop?

The "vain braggart
who means to sabotage
your every effort"?

You may have mentioned him
once or a hundred times.

I should be studying.

I should be discussing
the mysteries of nature
and people.

Not painting baubles
for tomfools.

Stop torturing yourself.

These theatricals are
an audition, that's all.

If you give him more of
the spectacle he wants,

he'll reward you, Leonardo,
he said so himself.

Well, what if he doesn't?
What will I do?

I'm not like you, Caterina.

I don't know how to... live.

You have a gift for it.

It's not true.
You can breathe life
into anything.

You gave me life.

You gave me wings
to fly out of the gutter.

I had no idea
how exhausting court life is.

Last week I attended
three dances,
a fete and two banquets.

And you taught me
how to play chess.

Check.

Masks and fireworks,
that's what you need.

It's what everyone does.

I'll hardly impress
with "what everyone does".

Why didn't I protest?

And I stood there gawping
at Ludovico, like a...

Startled fish.

[SIGHS]

This is not
the end of your story.

Believe me.

I think that's checkmate.

Where is Antonio?

I gave him the night off.
He was exhausted.

You will soon grow accustomed
to servants.

Well, I hope not.

The Doge of Venice
will be unimpressed when
your report fails to arrive,

because you were making love
to your mistress.

Only because
the Doge of Venice
has not met my mistress.

What is... [GASPS]

The blue sapphires
are from Persia,
and the diamonds,

polished by
Lodewyk van Bercken himself.

-I can't accept this. No.
-I insist.

You will wear it
as a favor to me.

On one condition.

You will ask Il Moro
to take Leonardo off
this entertainment

and commission a painting
from him instead.

He'll listen to you.

This is hardly my business.

Leonardo's gifts are worth
more than dressing ponies
as unicorns.

You know that.

Please.

Please.

Please.

-Please.
-Yes.

Yes!

I'm truly grateful,
and so will he be.
Thank you. Thank you.

-Madonna.
-No, thank you.

-Please.
-Alright.

-Thank you.
-You're welcome.

"For every mortal thing...
time stops."

For every mortal thing
time stops.

BERNARDO: Your Excellency,
I'm intrigued to know

why you assigned
Messer Leonardo
to a theatrical entertainment.

Your judgement is superlative,
of course.

But it strikes me
as a trifling commission

for an artist who shows
such an exceptional talent.

-I see.
-See what, exactly?

Idle gossip is beneath us,
of course, but...

Even I've heard talk
of how the...

"wild stag of Venice"
has finally been captured.

And by such
a low born creature.

BERNARDO: Any stag
worth his salt
would give an antler

to be caught
by a ravishing creature.

And now she has you
doing her bidding
on her lover's behalf.

It is the lovely Caterina

who asked you to speak with me
on this matter, is it not?

No, Messer Leonardo
is not--

You are aware they regularly
frequent a tavern by night,
unchaperoned?

I have nothing but
admiration for you.

Personally, I couldn't
tolerate that a softling

could better satisfy
my mistress than me.

I'm teasing you.
I'm teasing you.

Why are you here?

Me?

Well, the Chamberlain
insisted that I be here.

So... I'm here.

I love these. Almonds...
they're my favorite.

THIERRY: How are you?

-No, no...
-No, don't touch that.

-Why?
-You want to lose a finger?

That's...
That's not what I asked for.

I need to make
this theatrical.

The most spectacular
ever seen in Milan.

My future depends on it.
Could you please leave?

I'm not sure one angel
in the whole of heaven
counts as spectacular.

Won't he be lonely?

It's your reputation
at stake, too.
Don't you care?

About what?
About what men like
Ludovico think?

What do they know
of music and art?

You're fortunate then.

I can't afford to paint
without his patronage.

Give that to me, please.

-You want this?
-Give it to me.

Take it. What?

Take it!

Take it!

Take it!

Move, move!

What dark secrets have you,
Maestro da Vinci?

-Just let me have a look.
-Give it to me.

Just a minute.

"S'il vous plait."

See?

THIERRY: Wait...

You... Lapdog,
you did all this?

Do people know?

How many drawings are there?

I've never seen
machines like these.

Balance wheels.

My father,
he was a clockmaker.

Make Orpheus your world.

Bring it to life.

I'll need more time.

You have a month.

We can help.

Yes?

Yes.

Oh, forgive me.
Thank you, Francesca.

Does the artist
have what we need?

BOY: What's your name?

Leonardo da Vinci.

Please, leave us.

Do you know who I am?

Yes, Your Excellency.

"The poor little boy
shut away by his uncle."

That's what they say,
isn't it?

Please, take a seat.

Tell me, Leonardo da Vinci,
what do you think of hunting?

I don't care for it.

My uncle says it will make
a man of me.

He doesn't realize
I'm already one.

I don't need to kill birds
to prove it.

How could anyone be so cruel?

What is your favorite
of all the birds?

I think mine is the pelican.

Did you know the pelican
has great love for its young?

And when it finds them
in the nest dead
from a snake bite,

it pierces itself
to the heart,

and bathes them in blood
till they return to life.

-I like pigeons.
-[CHUCKLES]

I feel sorry for them.

They're so unremarkable.

Yes, the pigeon does get
a hard time, doesn't it?

And of course, the pigeon
is also the symbol
for ingratitude.

For when it's old enough
to no longer need to be fed,

it begins to fight
with its father.

And that struggle doesn't end
until the young one
drives the older one out.

Your Excellency,
I didn't mean
to cause offence.

My uncle was burdened

when my mother didn't want me.

But I've no intention of...
"driving him out".

I wish he'd be Duke
instead of me.

If he felt burdened

why would he organize
an entertainment for you?

Entertainment?

One that will
truly astonish you.

How do you know?

-He engaged me to design it.
-Really?

[LAUGHING]

THIERRY: What about
masks and fireworks?

No.

I've never seen
a man so clenched like a fist.

I just can't find the truth
in this.

It's just a thrill,
a diversion,
a taste of pleasure.

There for a moment...
and gone.

What does it matter?

It matters because
art lifts us up.

It transcends
and gives meaning
to our lives.

-That's why it matters.
-No. There's no meaning.

We are here for a moment...
and gone. That's all.

Theatricals are about
the moment. The now.

If you can unlock yourself
long enough to see that,

you might even enjoy it.

-Let go.
-I cannot.

Let go.

Come with me.

Did you know
the mayfly only lives
for one day?

Dante, Deo, you ready?

THIERRY: This

is going to be fun.

[SCREAMS]

THIERRY: Relax! Relax!
Stop panicking!

Let go! Let go!

Let go
and enjoy yourself!

You're flying!

You're flying, my friend!

You're flying!

THIERRY: You're flying!
You're flying!

LEONARDO: You were wrong!

If a mayfly lives for
only one day, then that day
is not meaningless!

It must mean everything!

The flying worked then...

I didn't hear you when you
said it, but when you said
"Make Orfeo your world"

I must be the creator
of a world within a world.

We must utilize
the same four elements
the gods do:

air, earth, water and fire.

An artist must observe
like a scientist,
but create with fantasy,

and that story takes place
in heaven and hell

where one must effortlessly
become the other,

for they are both sides
of our nature,
good and evil.

Just as God created us.

The audience must not merely
see this,
but they must feel it!

The stench of demon breath.

The kiss of an angel.

The heart break of a man
losing his one true love.

The audience must feel it all.

Caterina.

It's so good to see you again.

Why are you here in Milan?

-I'm...
-You lied to me.

Yes. But Leonardo knows
what I did.

And he's forgiven me.

His heart is softer than mine.

If you hurt him again,
in any way...

Why would I?

-My own success
depends upon his.
-Right.

Remember that.

BERNARDO: You're getting good
at this game.

I don't just mean chess.

Turns out wealthy people
are no different from those
in the streets of Florence.

They just have finer clothes.

It's good that
you're spending time
with the ladies of the court.

Far more suitable company
than Messer Leonardo.

He's been far too busy
to see me.

But I'm sure that will change
once the theatrical's over.

I have no doubt.

Would you mind wearing
something particularly
fetching tonight?

-Fetching?
-Um-hmm.

I'd like your help
to get in Il Moro's
good graces.

All right.

Don't be too agreeable,
though. I've known men
like Ludovico.

They push just to see
how far you'll bend,

and if you don't
stand up for yourself,
they'll never respect you.

I'm sorry.

I say too much.

I'll stop
if it displeases you.

It doesn't.

Not in the least.

In fact, you please very much.

Listen, I didn't want
to mention it
until I was certain,

but I think someone's
been stealing from us.

-Leonardo?
-What?

When?

Yesterday, perhaps day before.
I'm not sure.

We've been at the palace
so much, it's hard to say.

-I'll see to it.
-Maestro.

-Maestro Leonardo.
-What is it?

Well, I just need a word.

I can't be long.
I have this dinner later.

Don't go.

What?

Just don't go.

What are you talking about?
I have to go.
It's with Il Moro.

Yeah. You're right,
you should.

Anyway, I'm not good
to be around the night
before production, so...

You've only yourself to blame.

There wouldn't be a production
if you hadn't inspired me,
so...

Thank you.

It's funny.

Remember the first time
I met you?

[THIERRY LAUGHS]

What are you laughing at?

Tell me.

"I can't find
the truth in this."

-Remember that?
-That was
a good impersonation.

It wasn't, but...

Well, you know me.
I'm a man of many faces.

Anyway, what...
What I wanted
to tell you is...

What?

Come to France with me.

I'll be late.

Megastomo?

Here, boy!

Good boy. Here, here.

Good boy. Come.

[OVERLAPPING VOICES]

[INDISTINCT]

[DOG BARKING]

Come on here.

Come on.

LUDOVICO: Good boy.

Thirteen is the age
of manhood.

Which means it is time
for you to stop concentrating
on the arts

and turn your attention
towards politics.

[INDISTINCT]

Wouldn't you agree,
Messer Leonardo?

Oh, I... I apologize.

Caterina was warning me
there is pheasant in this,
and I don't eat birds.

Or any animals,
for what matters.

My body will not be a tomb
for other creatures.

I've never heard that before.

I like the idea.

Although, I'd rather hear
about the theatricals.

Do tell us more.

You will be amazed.
There's a machine,
which can...

I think Leonardo would rather
it be a surprise.

Oh, come now...

There will be plenty of time.

I...

[GASPING]

-I should...
-Darling?

I...

-You...
-Uncle?

-Don't touch him!
-Stand back, I told you!

I need a pestle, charcoal,
turmeric, salt and milk from
the kitchen, please!

Take the Duke!

Guards, hold of the dog!
Do not touch him
with your bare hands!

What's happening? Tell me!

I think someone
has laced the dog's fur
with a deadly poison.

I know of an antidote,
but it does not
always succeed.

The ingredients are here,
they're here.
Lay them down.

BEATRICE: My God!
My love! My love!

Go, go, quickly!
Quickly, Leonardo! My love...

You don't look well either.

[WHEEZING]

Have mercy! I beg you, please!

Sanseverino, please!

Please, save him.

BEATRICE: Breath!

[GASPING]

Now we wait.

[DOOR OPENING]

What's happening?

I still haven't
heard anything.

The physician
was in there all night.

LEONARDO: I hope I did enough.

[BELLS RINGING]

Maestro?

Il Moro has woken.
And he wishes to thank you.

-Please.
-Yes.

Messer Leonardo.
You saved my husband's life.

If you hadn't been here,
with the right antidote,

at precisely
the right moment...

How does an artist

come to know
the antidote for poisons?

Many pigments artists
use the poisons.

I studied their
toxic qualities,

and concocted antidotes
to counter them,

but that coppery pigment
that was used last night,

that "composition of death"

that's hard to come by
in Milan.

I've seen it in Florence,
but... not here.

[COUGHS]

Leonardo? The theatricals,

they will go ahead as planned.

Yes, Your Lordship.

Do you think I'm a traitor?

I know how desperate
you are for
Il Moro's patronage.

How you disapproved
of the task he gave you.

And how creative you are.

I had nothing to do with that.

Listen to me.
I did see something yesterday.

I saw a man speaking
to the Chamberlain,

and I didn't see
what he looked like.

He could have been
a con-conspirator,
he looked suspicious.

He had a gold lion-headed
medallion on his boots.

Thank you.

[DOOR CLOSING]

[OVERLAPPING VOICES]

He looks anxious.
I'm going to speak to him.

You are not.

What?

You're not to see him anymore.

Why?

I will not be made a fool of.

Bernardo, you can't
command me to.

If you are no longer happy
with our "arrangement",
just say the word.

You are free to return
to the streets of Florence.

[APPLAUDING]

-Something terrible happened.
-I heard.

You heard?

Well... They think it's me.
What am I going to do?

Hey. Forget them.

This is your moment.

LEONARDO: What if
it doesn't work?
What if I'm nothing?

You are.

You are a god.

TOMMASO: Leonardo. Leonardo!

What? What?

TOMMASO: It's time to start.
Are they ready?

-Are you ready?
-Yes. -Yes, we are.

Smoke!

-Now! The river!
-Water!

[MUSIC]

This way. This way.
Go, go, go.

[LYRE MUSIC]

BEATRICE: Orpheus played
his lyre so beautifully.

Even the birds were enchanted.

[APPLAUSE]

[SINGING]

BEATRICE: But
his greatest love was
his wife, Eurydice.

When Eurydice died,
Orpheus went to beg Hades,

God of the dead,
for her return.

Fire! Fire!

Fire!

[GASPS]

Cogs!

BEATRICE: Hades agreed.
But on one condition.

Orpheus must not look upon her

until they'd left
the Underworld.

But he did.

And Eurydice
vanished forever.

[SCREAMING]

This

is a public display

of the fate
that awaits all traitors.

I want you
to take that message

to all Milan!

Take them out.

Everybody out!

Stop! That way, Madonna.

The actor was using you
to gain favor in the court

to get close to Il Moro.

He was part of a plan
orchestrated in the name of
King Louis of France.

Your tip about the medallion
confirmed the culprit.

I am indebted to you
for the information.

His treachery must have been
deeply painful for you.

I too was taken in.

We're only human.

Try not to blame yourself.

Love...
is the poisoner of reason.

BERNARDO: Love is...
the poisoner of reason.

Meeting him was...

... was her tragedy.

You haven't explained,
Ambassador.

How can you be so certain
Leonardo was responsible?

If my word is not sufficient,
let's look at
your precious facts.

"Composition of death".
The poison that
nearly killed Ludovico.

BERNARDO: It was
the same poison
used to kill Caterina.

-Coincidence, perhaps?
-You're missing my point.

If Leonardo knew
how to save Ludovico,

why didn't he save her?

Her salvation
was in his hands.

[CLOSING TUNE PLAYING]