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FLORENCE, 26TH APRIL 1478

There, you see? It's never too late for reconciliation.

Why don't you find Sandro, make your peace with him?

He knows you weren't to blame for Simonetta's death.

But if you'd respected the sanctity of her marriage, you could be...

- Madonna Ardinghelli, how are you? - I'm very well, thank you.

- Sorry, you were talking about the sanctity of marriage. - Do it.

Sorry.

- What's wrong? - Nothing.

It's only just starting, we've still got time.

No, let's stay here.

MASS

Why is Francesco Pazzi over there?

I don't know.

Take me to the Gonfaloniere, I have a message from His Holiness.

Your men can wait here while we speak in my office.

Take a seat, Your Grace.

What exactly is it that you want, Your Grace?

Do you think I might slake my thirst, before we talk business?

No!

No! No!

- Please! - Bianca! - No!

- That's mother! - We need to go!

No, Giuliano!

- No! - Please! - Giuliano!

- No, my boy! - Come!

- Come! - Lorenzo! - Help us!

- Giuliano! - Bring her in! - No! - Come!

- Come on, hurry! - My boy!

Lorenzo, come on in the sacristy!

Francesco.

Francesco.

Kill him!

Giuliano! Giuliano!

Giuliano! No!

Hold on, Nori!

Get in! Come on, get in, come on!

You left him?

- You left Giuliano? - I'm sorry. - No!

- Mother, I'm sorry. - Get out! Get him!

- Get him! - I'm sorry! He's dead!

I'm s orry !

Poliziano! Poliziano!

Poliziano! What's happened?

The Medici were murdered! Lorenzo and Giuliano are dead!

Get out of my way!

Do you hear something?

What you hear

is the birth of a new republic.

- Come on! - There! - To the Priori!

Why are they here?

Help me break down the door.

- Come here. - Nobody's coming to help you!

- I must go and get Giuliano. - No! There are too many of them!

- How many? - Five, six!

- The cathedral was full! - Open the doors!

They just stood and watched and did nothing!

- They were afraid! - Of five men? - They panicked and ran!

I should have done something, I should have saved him.

I should have saved him.

Please, stop!

- Francesco Salviati. - What is he doing?

A Papal army will arrive shortly.

But with the cooperation of Gonfaloniere Petrucci

there will be no need of any further bloodshed.

Jacopo, Salviati and an army of men led by Montesecco

are now in control of the Priori!

Another 600 men are on their way from Imola!

Lorenzo! You might as well surrender!

-So? - I cut Lorenzo's throat!

- He's mortally wounded! - Make sure of it.

- Meet me at the government palace. - Come out and surrender!

Come out!

We could be hammering at that door for days and not break it down.

He's probably bleed to death. If he's not, he soon will do.

We should go. We should be at the Priori by now.

- Declaring a new government with Jacopo. - He told us to make sure.

- Lorenzo! - Lorenzo.

I should have listened to him, he would still be alive.

I'll go to him.

- No! - I'll go to him. - There's nothing you can do.

- It's too late! - No!

- Giuliano! - If you go out they will kill you!

- Please. - No! - Please, calm down. - No!

- Listen to her. - No!

He's dead.

- No! - I need to get out of here.

No!

- Listen to me. - Nori, come.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry, this is my fault.

- I'm so sorry. - I was the son of peasants.

Son of people who didn't count.

But I could count.

So you took me into your bank

under your wing.

I'm happy to give my life for you.

No, please, no!

No, no, no!

Hello?

Hello?

- You can come out now, they've gone. - Who's that?

- One of the choir boys. - It could be a trap!

No, Lorenzo!

- No, Lorenzo, it could be a trap! - I can't wait any longer.

They've gone to the Priori.

My boy! My boy!

Wake up.

Wake up, Giuliano, please.

Please, wake up.

You're good...

I should have listened to you.

Better late than never.

Together in heaven.

- Vespucci's going to hell for this. - No, no, no.

- Don't die. - Giuliano.

Please, don't die.

Please, no.

Please, don't die.

Don't die, please.

Sorry.

No!

No!

My boy!

My boy!

Lorenzo!

- You can't go out there alone! - Come home, gather your forces.

- The people need to know I'm alive. - You won't be for long!

- Your mother was right! They left us here! - Please.

Come back and live to fight another day!

- Go after him! - Lorenzo. - Please, protect him. - Lorenzo!

I bring greetings from the Curia

and a message of peace from His Holiness the Pope.

Jacopo Pazzi and the brave patriots

who have overthrown the tyrannical rule of the Medici

have his full support.

- What is he saying? - The Pope?

- I can't believe it. - It is not possible.

- Jacopo Pazzi! - It's him!

He is about to say something.

Almost 400 years ago my ancestor, Pazzino de' Pazzi

led the liberation of Jerusalem and now we do the same for Florence!

The Priori will no longer be puppets of Lorenzo de' Medici!

There will be no more of the same old corrupt political elite!

It is time for the people to take back control!

It is time for liberty!

- Did you hear? - Death to Medici tyranny!

Liberty, freedom to the people!

- Yes! - Freedom!

Long live Jacopo Pazzi! Jacopo! Jacopo!

- Jacopo! - Jacopo! Jacopo! Jacopo!

Come here.

The Gonfaloniere, Cesare Petrucci

has agreed to hand over his position to Jacopo Pazzi.

And will now make an announcement!

Jacopo! Jacopo! Jacopo!

Do you think we have no guards?

Lorenzo sent for the Cavalcanti this morning.

- Jacopo! - Jacopo! Jacopo! Jacopo!

Open up! I demand you open these doors!

- The men in the Priori? - Locked in. - Good.

- Go ring the alarm and fire on the rebels. - Yes. - The door.

I'm the new Gonfaloniere with the new Priori!

I demand you open these gates!

They locked us in.

- Move! - Move!

- Let him through. - We need your cart as a battering ram.

The despots are dead and we need to get into the government palace.

Is that a ghost then?

- Lorenzo! - They could not kill him.

- He's still alive! - He's just wounded.

- Lorenzo de' Medici is alive! - That's him! - Oh, God!

These men are villains.

These men...

These men are murderers.

Your dictatorship is over, Medici! The people have spoken!

They will no longer follow one elite family and their cronies!

The people will rule!

These men plotted to kill me.

Plotted to kill me and my brother in the Duomo.

On the Sabbath! In the middle of mass!

These are not crimes against my family but against God!

My brother is...

My brother...

My brother is...

My brother is dead.

We chose to spare youl!

But we will spare you no longer if you don't surrender.

- Raise your weapons! - And break down the doors!

- Break them down! - What are you doing?

- No! - Stop! - You heard him! Let the horses loose!

I'm just a stone cutter, I know nothing of politics.

But when the Medici run things

my trade is good and my boy eats.

And my trade, too.

If this is the people of Florence speaking

why are these soldiers outsiders?

Long live Lorenzo de' Medici!

- Long live Lorenzo de' Medici! - He gave us work!

- And gave us work! - And art! - And philosophy.

Long live Lorenzo de' Medici, who gave us poetry!

- Yes! - Long live Lorenzo de' Medici!

A Papal army will soon be at the gates!

If you resist the will of God, there will be slaughter!

You've already lost, Medici, we control the Priori.

Look!

The city's gates will be closed, your army will be repelled.

Long live Lorenzo de' Medici!

- Go away! - Long live Lorenzo de' Medici!

Go, go, come on!

Remember that letter? I opened it this morning.

It was from Francesco

inviting us to meet him at his villa

to discuss urgent business.

Us? Both of us?

I thought it was odd.

It would have meant missing mass, why not mention it at the banquet?

Do you still have it?

- I threw it on the fire. - So you can't prove what it said?

Do I have to? To my own wife?

Why were we standing in the nave?

We were late, as we came in I saw Salviati slipping out at the back

and then I saw Francesco.

He was not at our family villa in the hills, as he said he'd be

nor in our family pew as he should have been, he sat behind Giuliano.

And he had this look on his face.

- By then it was too late. - No, it wasn't!

Why didn't you shout? You could have saved his life.

I couldn't believe that my brother...

- He warned you. - Not exactly.

He warned you and you did nothing!

- Long live Lorenzo! - Long live Lorenzo de' Medici!

- Long live Lorenzo de' Medici! - Yes!

The Pazzi family have a long history of treachery and murder.

Previous crimes have gone unpunished because they could not be proven.

But now...

Now I want the entire Pazzi family

hunted down and wiped out.

I want their financial assets seized and given to the people.

And I want their coat of arms removed from every building

every document, every coin and every surface in this city.

I want the Pazzi name expunged from history!

- Yes! - Right!

Come on!

Open the door! Let me in! Open the door!

- Run! - Come on!

Open the gates!

I said: "Open the gates!"

- This is an emergency, I'm in control now. - Of course.

Demand military support from Milan and Venice according to our treaty.

Bring them in.

You may confess before I pass sentence.

- So we got no trial? - Did my brother?

Nothing I've done is a crime.

I've nothing to confess.

I confess to being a professional soldier.

I carried out the duties I was paid to perform.

Yes, my wife suspected you.

Carlo tried to warn us.

- My brother heard rumors of an army. - They'll be here soon.

Will they?

I should have done more.

I should have done more than...

How could I have predicted this?

You have no right to judge us. The Medici have killed many times.

Your father made an orphan of me with a stroke of his quill.

We were friends, Francesco.

There were times that Giuliano was jealous of you.

You are a Medici.

I am a Pazzi.

We could never be truly friends.

Hang these two so the whole city can see them.

He can die a soldier's death at the point of a sword.

If you kill me, Carlo will die in Rome.

Not while I have the Pope's nephew to bargain with.

- Jacopo was trying to get out at the North gate. - He won't get far.

Lorenzo, do not do anything you will later regret.

Hang them.

- Run! - Yes!

He's got to be here somewhere.

Spread out.

Search every building.

Always looking for trouble, aren't you, boy?

You kill me and I'll become a martyr.

- A martyr? You'll be forgotten. - No.

Surrender, Jacopo.

Repent your sins and you can die with God's grace.

The arrogance! It's you who's going to die, boy.

- Lorenzo. - Here.

Do it.

No, not here.

Bring him to the Palazzo Vecchio.

- Death to them! - Death to them!

Come on.

Wait outside.

You must seek peace with the Pazzi, no matter the cost.

But they hate us, grandmother.

Why?

Why do you keep on hating us?

It's you who hate us.

Because you're just a bunch of jumped-up wool peddlers.

You may own the richest bank in the world

and could build a thousand cathedrals

but you'll never be a noble family like us.

We're destined to rule, and you know that.

Their hatred is built upon our hatred.

- But that's not true. - But it is.

You must listen. Hatred begets hatred.

Is that why you tried to kill my father?

Why you murdered my brother?

God is our judge.

We did what we believed to be right.

And we never acted alone.

- Is Guglielmo involved? - No.

But I would say that anyway, wouldn't I?

Your namesake, Lorenzo, died at the hands of the Pazzi

convinced they murdered your great-grandfather, but they didn't.

- Grandfather said the Albizi killed him. - No.

Hatred begets hatred.

I tried.

I tried to make peace with you.

Lorenzo, you must be the one to end it.

Be a better man than your father

your grandfather

and his father before him.

Do good. Be good.

And lead us all to Christ.

It ends here.

You lose.

I lose what little is left of my life.

But you, with your precious ideals, what have you lost?

You've lost everything you've ever stood for.

You've lost your soul.

- No! - Go away!

- No, leave it! - Get off me! - No!

No! Stay away! No!

No!

Clarice!

Is Giuliano here?

They laid him out, your mother is sitting with him.

This order of yours, it doesn't apply to Guglielmo, does it?

- No! - Did you know? - No, Lorenzo.

I swear it before God and the lives of my family.

- Your family are the Pazzi. - Not any more.

- Why weren't you in the pews? - We were in the nave, I was late.

- You know how I am. - Of course she didn't know.

- Give me a dagger. - No! - I should have known and stopped them!

- If you Kill him, you'll have to kill me and the baby. - No.

Lock them in their chambers.

Lorenzo.

We need to talk to you.

You said Giuliano and Simonetta would stay together in my painting

yet I have just watched it burn on a bonfire.

Corpses are being desecrated. Jacopo has been beheaded, quartered.

Each piece of his body being paraded through the city!

- You have to do something. - I'll do something.

I'll commission you to paint the traitors in the Bargello.

I want their shame recorded and remembered.

Do you know why the people supported you?

It is because all your acts of kindness

all your virtue added up to more than the fear of the soldiers.

That's why you're alive now.

Look!

Doesn't this fresco mean anything to you?

Don't you see it is because of you and your family

that we have been surrounded by love, peace and harmony

for so long?

Be a leader, Lorenzo.

Show mercy, stop the bloodshed.

The city gate's shut, the alarm sounding throughout Tuscany.

It seemed wiser to retreat.

Any news from Florence itself?

Lorenzo has had Salviati and your bankers Francesco and Jacopo Pazzi

hanged from his government palace.

This should never have happened.

I couldn't stop it.

- And Cardinal Riario... - Riario?

He is his hostage.

Bring me a messenger at once.

You may live.

- Thank you. - But you'll be banished from Florence.

And never see my sister or your daughter again.

It's a merciful compromise, Bianca.

If my husband is exiled, I go with him.

Our mother lost a son yesterday, you'd force her to lose a daughter?

- You would. - If you insist on this I'll have you both killed.

We live together or we die together.

No, I'll go, I accept your compromise, I'll go!

We live together or we die together.

Go then.

I want you both gone after the funeral.

What else is there to do but carry on?

It isn't Venus and Mars.

A different kind of Venus and Mars, in an orange grove

in amongst flowers and fruit and color.

I'm calling it "Spring".

Because after death comes life.

Re-birth.

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