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What's the meaning of this?

Good morning to you, Stefano.

The meaning of what?

The scaffold in the courtyard.

I should think it's obvious.

My investigation is not over.

Your investigation is over when I say it is.

Still staring at birds?

At my last sunrise.

The last time I feel God's morning light on my face.

There's no more time, Leonardo.

You're about to hang.

Please, help me find a way to save you.

You don't believe my confession.

I believe you destroyed what you loved,

in order to protect someone you loved even more.

Your son.

My son?

The boy of Niccolini.

The painting I made for him.

A person on a painting.

Don't worry, he's still safely hidden with Father Luca at the convent,

but he is clearly in some kind of danger.

What is it?

I can't help you if you don't trust me.

He's not my son.

There's no point denying it. He told me...

He told you what he was told!

It's the boy you must save.

Not me.

Hi, baby. Hi. How are you?

Oh, I missed you so much.

Let's go inside.

Caterina.

Were you following me?

Who's the boy?

This is not your affair.

- Caterina, please. Please tell me. - Stop it. Stop it.

I want to talk to you. Who's the boy?

He's my son.

If you must know.

I thought you said you couldn't have children.

- They told me I couldn't. - But when?

After Milan.

- Who's the father? - Stop asking questions.

- Who is he? - It doesn't matter. He's gone.

Why's he living here?

So that he won't suffer the same hardships I did.

Do you know how that boy must feel?

Having a mother who chooses to give him away?

I... You don't know poverty like I do, Leonardo.

I know abandonment! And betrayal!

I didn't betray my child.

Ginevra can give him a better life.

- So can I. - You?

I will not see another boy lose his mother,

and least of all yours.

There's nothing more important to you than your work,

do you admit it?

Yes. I admit it.

Then you admit you can never be a father to anyone.

We can raise him together.

Stop it.

- Me and you. We can raise him together. - Stop it. Stop lying.

Please.

Your son,

he will want or nothing.

If you give me a chance.

Give me a chance.

Leonardo! Oh.

You return to Florence and say nothing?

I confess, Madonna, I have avoided the meeting.

Have I done something to offend you?

No, no, no, I am the one who has committed the offence.

I promised you a portrait that was the truth.

And instead, my arrogance all but ensured your father would destroy it

and for that, I sincerely apologize.

But he did no such thing.

It is but two-thirds a painting.

Do you know, I think it is more beautiful because of its scars.

Does that make sense?

Yes, it does.

Over the years, when I have felt sad or lonely,

I have looked at the way you saw me then.

And each time,

it gives me the courage to go on.

Francesco, this is my friend Leonardo,

- a very great artist. - Hello.

He has asked that you and I come live with him in his studio.

Would you like that?

I wouldn't stay here anymore?

We want you to live wherever you'd like, Francesco.

Yes.

Careful!

Francesco!

Sorry!

I'll make sure he's all right.

Francesco!

Are you happy in your room?

It's fine, thank you.

Not too many dark corners?

Mmm?

I never liked shadows when I was your age.

How about...

I give you a candle and a drawing of your mother?

And you can look at it when you feel alone, hmm?

Yes.

What are you drawing?

This here is the human heart.

How do you know what it looks like?

A professor in Pavia gives me bodies to dissect.

You cut up dead people?

Very many of them. Look.

Aren't the bodies very smelly?

Yes, they are,

but if I didn't tolerate the smell,

I would never have discovered their secret.

What secret?

That people are like trees.

- Trees? - Yes.

Yes, look.

You see here

our legs are like trunks.

With all of these tubes and veins running through them.

Oh, like branches.

Yes, like branches.

The world is a never-ending source of wonder, Francesco.

You can spend your entire life studying it.

And never come close to understanding it.

Is that what you're trying to do?

That is exactly what I'm trying to do.

But there isn't enough time, I'm afraid.

What else have you got?

Oh, well, here we see

the muscles and tendons

in your arm and your chest.

You see? That's there and here. This is your shoulder.

Good night, love.

I was afraid, you know?

You've never been afraid of anything in your life.

I was afraid of trusting someone.

Of

Needing someone.

I didn't want to get hurt again.

Least of all by you.

That's why I kept my distance. I'm sorry.

May I come in?

So, where is your maestro?

Leonardo.

What is it you want?

The wind has put a chill in my bones.

Maybe some wine?

If you please.

You disappoint me, Leonardo.

Il Moro counted on your support.

That was his mistake.

I see.

Well, well. Caterina.

I didn't know the two of you were together.

You should be imprisoned with your master

for the murder of Gian Galeazzo.

Is that why

you left Milan so abruptly all those years ago?

If we were in Milan, I'd have charges sworn out against you.

But we're not.

And you have no proof.

So, you'd best watch your mouth.

Mama.

I can't sleep.

My window blew open.

Is that your son, Madonna?

What is your name, boy?

- Francesco. - Francesco.

You look to be eight... no, nine years old, right?

Enough.

Ten.

As old as that?

You surprise me, Leonardo.

I never saw you as a family man.

You tell the Duke that I've had my fill of war and politics.

You bet I will.

He won't be pleased.

Salai, would you please take Francesco back to his room?

Come on, soldier.

Me and Francesco must leave first thing in the morning.

What's going on here?

I've told you his father was gone.

I didn't tell you who he is.

Florence offers no assistance, Your Excellency.

Cowards who tremble in fear of the French.

We'll return to power without them.

What of Leonardo?

He refused to come to your aid.

I shouldn't be surprised.

The soul of an artist is selfish.

I found him keeping house with Caterina da Cremona

and their son.

Their son?

Yes.

A 10-year-old boy, Francesco.

Ten?

Yes.

That means he was conceived when she was still in Milan.

There is no way Leonardo is that boy's father.

He could be... Bernardo Bembo's bastard.

Or mine.

A false heir.

A bastard the French could use

to make a claim against my throne.

To steal it from us before we have a chance to retake it.

But the French don't know he could be your son.

Not yet.

There's only

one way to be sure

they never do.

Where are we?

We're almost there, baby. Stay hidden.

Come on, Francesco.

I will show you my old studio.

And your new home.

Thank you for being such a good friend to my son.

He's a good boy.

And I can see how much he means to Leonardo.

I underestimated you.

Because of my dazzling good looks?

I am glad you are here. Both of you.

Me too, Giacomo.

Well, you've been exploring in there for quite a while.

Do you think we're safe in this place, Leonardo?

Ludovico's in custody and dare not come back to Milan.

Not while it's under French rule.

But we still need to be careful.

We can't let anyone see the boy.

Yes. But we can't keep him locked up here forever.

No harm will come to him. I won't allow it.

You can't possibly promise that, Leonardo.

Listen.

We cannot live in fear.

We need to live the best lives we can.

And enjoy the time that God has given us on this Earth.

Am I right?

Why can't you finish it?

I wish I knew.

Does staring at it help?

Not really.

You must be awfully bored, cooped up in here.

Mother says I'm not allowed to go outside the house.

You're not allowed to be seen.

But how would you like to go flying?

- Flying? - Like a bird. What do you say?

Yes, please.

Okay. Come on.

Come on, then.

When I was your age, I used to imagine I was a bird.

Just like those up there.

You did?

And I've spent years designing machines to let people fly.

Do they work?

Tsk! Not yet.

Then how are you going to fly?

With this.

Oh.

Move! Here we go! And up! Up!

That's it!

We're back!

Salai has dinner for you.

We'll join you in a minute.

All your talk about being careful. I'm surprised at you.

We weren't seen. And Francesco needed some fresh air.

He's beaming.

We had a marvelous time.

He really is the most extraordinary boy.

Caterina?

What is it?

When I laid with Ludovico, I felt I had no choice.

It felt like the person

I had been all my life was just

gone.

I'm so sorry.

I felt like I was nothing.

And no one.

And then when I found out I was carrying a child...

God forgive me. I...

I prayed

that he not be born.

And now,

he brings me a joy I never could have imagined.

I don't want to lose him.

Would you lie with me tonight?

Like we used to when we first met.

Of course I will.

Paint this.

There is only one truth we as mortals can ever hope to know.

And that is love.

Love is truth.

Caterina?

- Hmm? - Caterina, wake up.

Why? I want you to model for me.

What?

I want you to model for me. Wear this.

Come downstairs.

Are you serious?

Come on. Come.

All right. Five minutes and I'll be downstairs.

Thank you.

Now! Let's go! Let's go.

Are you familiar with the myth "Leda and the Swan"?

From Ovid. Um, Leda is the wife of the King of Sparta.

Exactly, and then Zeus disguises himself as the swan in order to seduce her.

She was tricked into sleeping with him.

And then she gave birth to twins,

who in turn gave birth to civilization.

From darkness, light.

From pain, beauty.

The story of my life.

And mine.

It's a beautiful idea.

How do you want me?

Just as you are.

No, you can cover your scar, if you wish.

I want you to paint all of me.

It's the hammer blows that make us works of art.

This was to become the painting Caterina burned.

Leda and the Swan.

Was it successful?

It was my most personal painting.

And I believe, my greatest.

Because it was true.

Because I had a home.

It was a family of sorts.

It was like

for a moment,

the darkness lifted.

And for the first time in my life I could see love clearly.

And she destroyed it.

Time is running out, Leonardo.

Tell me.

How does killing Caterina save the boy?

What is it?

Trouble.

Francesco, go upstairs to your mother, quickly.

Captain Rossi of the Podesta.

May I speak to your master?

- Yes. - How can I help you, Captain?

- Be quiet. - We've received a report

that you are harboring a fugitive child.

A child?

Why would you think that?

Then you have no such child?

Certainly not.

You won't mind if we search the premises, then.

No, please.

What is it you want?

Search the room.

Search here.

Here.

Leonardo?

There's someone else here.

Check here.

Okay, let's go.

Anything else I can help you with, Captain?

What do you see?

What I feared.

The captain's working for Sanseverino.

But this city is occupied.

The Captain reports to the French.

The Duke still has loyalists.

They are gone, Francesco. You can come out.

What did those men want, Mama?

They were sent by a man

who would like to take you away from me.

And this man thinks he's your father.

He's not my father.

- Leonardo is. - Yes, yes.

Francesco?

Come here for a moment.

How would you like to go on a little trip in the morning?

Where?

To the convent.

My friend, Father Luca,

he has all kinds of mathematical puzzles and tricks he could show you.

What do you say?

I'm in danger, aren't I?

Yes, you are.

All right, then. I'll go.

Salai? Can you help Francesco gather his things?

Where is he going?

He's going to go to Father Luca for a while.

I'm going to write to him now.

You were the one who said we can't live in fear.

And we shan't.

I knew you shouldn't have taken him outside that day.

Caterina...

No, this never would've happened if I'd left him with Ginevra.

I never should have listened to you.

You don't mean that.

I never meant anything more in my life, Leonardo.

Francesco, this is my friend, Father Luca.

I'm very pleased to meet you.

When will I see you again?

I don't know.

Maybe not for some time.

I love you.

I love you, too.

Bernardo.

Nobody told me you were back in Milan.

Burning paintings?

Surely you could find some less valuable firewood?

I didn't put these in the fire.

Caterina did.

We had a bit of a quarrel.

I received a letter from Caterina this afternoon.

May I speak with her?

Caterina...

Caterina!

Caterina, what's the matter?

Talk to me. Caterina!

Talk to me, please. Caterina!

Leonardo, what's going on? She's not breathing!

- She's been poisoned. - What?

Leonardo, help her!

The... the antidote. Give her an antidote.

Leonardo, help her, for God's sake!

Why?

Why...

Why aren't you helping her?

You stay here. I'll go get some help.

That's your story, then?

This was all to protect the boy?

Now you know the danger he's in.

The boy you claimed to love like a father,

yet you would orphan with your death?

Stefano? Stefano?

Promise to keep his secret.

Then ask Giraldi, please.

Let me in. I need to see him. I need to explain...

Guards!

Let him in.

- Thank you. - It's a little late for regrets.

They said you are to hang today.

Do not grieve.

I did as you asked.

Then you did the right thing.

It doesn't feel like it.

Ah! This is Officer Giraldi.

The man who questioned Leonardo.

I'm told he signed a confession.

Here it is.

Just in time to secure your promotion.

I'm nothing without you.

But you are.

You're an artist.

Tell me, Officer Giraldi.

Did Leonardo say anything about a boy?

A boy?

Mmm.

No.

There was no mention of a boy.

- Hmm. - You see? As I told you.

When is Leonardo to hang?

I should think within minutes.

Then I'll stay a few minutes longer.

Just to make sure he's really dead.

The sentence will be carried out, signor.

I'll see to it personally.

All the same, I've seen Leonardo bring back the dead before.

Excuse me.

Salai!

I know you lied to me and I know why.

I don't know what you are talking about.

Leonardo can bring people back from the dead.

It's not too late to save him and the boy, but I need your help.

Caterina wrote a letter. We need to find it.

Guards!

Leonardo?

I've come to hear your confession.

Through this holy anointing,

may the Lord in his love and mercy

help you with the grace of the Holy Spirit.

Amen.

- She left it here somewhere. - I'll go upstairs.

There's nothing upstairs.

- I couldn't find it. - Okay. Look over there.

Our Father,

which art in heaven,

hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done.

In earth, as it is in heaven.

There's nothing here!

Keep looking. It's got to be here.

Give us this day our daily bread

and forgive us our trespasses.

There's nothing here, Stefano!

As we forgive them that trespass against us.

And lead us not into temptation,

but deliver us from evil.

For thine is the kingdom,

the power, and the glory.

For ever and ever.

Amen.

Leonardo da Vinci stands before you,

condemned for the murder of the woman Caterina da Cremona...

...whom he did poison and watch die.

Making no effort to rescue or revive her.

For that monstrous crime,

he will now hang by the neck

until dead.

Stop!

Release him! He's innocent. Lower him down.

What's the meaning of this?

I hold in my hand proof that Leonardo da Vinci is innocent.

I witnessed her death.

But not her poisoning.

That man is plotting on behalf of the tyrant, Ludovico Sforza.

He killed Caterina da Cremona.

That is a lie.

What is your evidence, Giraldi?

This letter. It was written by the dead woman,

swearing he poisoned the Duke's nephew, Gian Galeazzo.

He killed Caterina da Cremona in order to

stop her from making her letter public.

This is ridiculous. Leonardo is guilty.

Hang him!

Arrest him.

Thank you.

Caterina's letter. Where did you find it?

I didn't.

You bluffed.

It seems that you have some imagination, after all.

Can't spend all that time with the great Leonardo da Vinci

and not have a little of it rub off.

Sanseverino knew he poisoned Gian Galeazzo. That's all that mattered.

Gian Galeazzo and Caterina, you mean.

No, he didn't poison her. You did.

Perhaps you should make up your mind.

You're not quite a free man, Leonardo.

Not yet.

If you please.

If you think I killed Caterina,

then why have you spared my life?

I said that you poisoned her.

I didn't say that you killed her.

I never should have listened to you.

You don't mean that.

I never meant anything more in my life, Leonardo.

You knew there was only one way to save the boy. He had to disappear.

And Caterina had to die so there would be no way to find him.

As you said you would,

you had Salai deliver a letter to Father Luca.

He then returned with a message from Luca, agreeing to take the boy,

the same message I later found burned in the ashes.

I don't know what you mean.

You do.

That's why you burned Father Luca's letter

along with all the images you possessed of Caterina.

No, Caterina burned them.

No. You needed me to think she was so angry that she destroyed your work

so that I would believe you had a motive to kill her.

For your plan to work,

no one could remember what Caterina looked like.

No images could remain that might identify her.

It must have been very painful for you,

an act of supreme sacrifice

to burn your greatest painting.

To destroy what you loved.

Caterina didn't know what you were going to do.

She would never have allowed it.

And by the time she found out...

...she was too weak to object.

Bembo thought Caterina asked him to the studio, but no, it was you.

You needed a witness primed to believe the drama you were about to stage.

Caterina! Talk to me! Caterina!

Leonardo, help her, for God's sake!

You stay here. I'll go get some help.

You lied to me

when you said you didn't possess the ingredients for the antidote.

You brought Caterina back from the dead.

Just as you had Ludovico.

You went to the funeral.

You saw her buried.

I confess that had me quite baffled.

Until I remembered your sketches of anatomy.

I'm just guessing, but I think after you brought Caterina back to life,

you had Salai replace her body

with a corpse from your old friend,

the professor in Pavia, you told Francesco about.

And it was that body I saw buried in the potter's field.

Not the body of Caterina da Cremona.

I also couldn't understand why you let yourself be captured.

Then I realized maybe you didn't mean to.

For your plan to work, no images of Caterina could remain.

But there was one missing. Wasn't there?

And you couldn't leave until you found it.

Once captured, you insisted on your innocence,

despite all the evidence to the contrary.

And then told Father Luca to make sure Salai did the opposite.

Why would I do that?

Because you needed my mind focused on you, not them.

So busy trying to understand why you killed the woman you loved

that I missed the obvious.

That you didn't.

Where are you taking us?

To the end of this story.

Go on inside.

Leonardo.

You look tired.

And you look perfect.

I should kill you, you know?

For killing me like that.

There was no other way.

- You took an awful chance. - I know.

I know.

I did what I had to do.

All those beautiful drawings you destroyed.

- Oh. - The painting.

I feel sorry for you, not for me.

For me?

That painting

would have been your immortality.

Now no one will ever know how much you mean to me.

We'll know.

That's enough.

Take my carriage. Keep them hidden.

Francesco!

Oh.

You know I can't come with you.

Not while the man who wants to hurt you still lives.

I know.

Come with me. Francesco.

My heart is breaking.

For me,

you have been and always will be love itself.

You are, without a doubt,

the strangest man I've ever met.

And

the best.

Good-bye.

Good-bye, my love.

You'll take care of him, won't you?

If he'll let me.

I don't understand why you did this.

You changed the way I see the world, Leonardo.

And myself.

Besides, there's a painting I'd like to see you finish.

The woman with the beguiling smile.

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