All language subtitles for Medici.Masters.Of.Florence.S02E03.WEBRip.x264-ION10

♪ Though the dust of you is gone ♪

♪ And the world of what is done ♪

♪ Fate reclaims the throne ♪

♪ Of revolution's bones ♪

♪ Come with me ♪

♪ Drink away on her beauty ♪

♪ We can fight them ♪

♪ I can say that
I can change the world ♪

♪ But if you let me ♪

♪ I can change our world for us ♪

♪ Come with me and... ♪

What's the hour?

Late, early, I don't know.

You should be sleeping.

I can't. I'm beset by
obstacles and opportunities.

What sort of obstacles?

No sooner had Pope Paul
extended a credit to our bank

than he dies of heart failure,

forcing the Curia to elect a new pope
as his successor.

The new Pope is an ally, is he not?

Well, when he was Cardinal della Rovere,
he helped arrange my marriage.

Now that he's Pope Sixtus,
he has relatives...

seeking favors.

While Salviati waits, looking for
his moment to strike against us.

Mmm. Well, I'm sure Father Carlo
will defend your interests.

Oh, he'll forestall them
for as long as he can, but...

this is my moment, Lucrezia, I must...

I must seize it.

I see.

And what do you want
to do with your moment?

Make Florence into a true republic.

I don't think
my husband will support that.

Nor Jacopo Pazzi.

No. No, I don't suppose they will.

Where are you going?

-Giuliano and I must ride to Milan.
-Whatever for?

-To make sure our alliance is secure.
-Be careful.

-I will
-No, I mean it.

You barely escaped assassination once.

It's a wasted life that I fear...
not death.

Then I will fear it for you.

I don't know
why we're courting Galeazzo Sforza

when we should be
demanding justice at home.

Because the future
lies in peace with our neighbors,

not the quarrels of the past.

[guard] Move back.

-[horse neighing]
-[guard] Ride along.

Lorenzo de' Medici,
here with my brother to see the Duke.

This way, signore.

Lorenzo, you coming?

[boys singing choir music]

-Enough.
-[singing stops]

[dog panting]

Lorenzo and Giuliano de' Medici...

Welcome.

Good to find such beauty
behind these tall, dark walls...

A wise ruler not only shows his greatness
by dispensing beauty...

-but must spill blood to protect it.
-[man] It's me you want.

Please!

-Please let her go.
-[Duke] Case in point.

[groans]

Come, son.

Stay.

-He's too young.
-To learn survival?

You see, young Medici,

as a sister of two kings,
my wife doesn't understand

that some of us must earn the admiration
and fear of those they rule.

This noble plotted to kill me.

Spare her. She's with child.

-[woman sobbing]
-Please.

I beg you.

My Lord, my Lord, the painting in
the hallway of the Last Judgement...

who is the artist?

I forget.

It's a reminder,
is it not, of Christ's teaching?

There'll be no mercy for those
who do not show it.

[humorless laughter]

I am touched by your concern for my soul,
Lorenzo de' Medici.

Go...

I forgive you.

[man] Thank you. Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

I command that you'll love me
for my humility and kindness.

[Lorenzo] We're here to discuss
repayment of your outstanding debt

under the terms that is due.

I was sorry to hear
of your father's passing.

But surely, he told you
I don't have the funds.

I offered to repay my debt
with the soldiers you turned away.
Your wool mills in Segrate.

That's still spinning profits?

And then, there's the tariffs
that you impose on trade with the North.

You've done your research, young Medici.

You can have your money.

But I must break the treaty between
our two states.

You would harm the interests
of your people and ours?

Your brother leaves me no choice.

Very well.

-I will extend your loan repayment--
-Lorenzo.

...if you divert the trade that you now
send through Bologna to Florence.

Generating new revenue
that would flow through your bank.

Oh, you are clever indeed, young Medici.

[horse neighing in the distance]

Very well.

-Well played, brother.
-Thank you.

[horse neighing]

Except you can't change the treaty
with Milan, only the Priori can.

Well, then, we'll have to get
the Priori on our side.

[woman sobbing]

He said he wouldn't kill him.

To save face.

Some men see mercy as weakness.

[woman continues to sob]

Come on...

Mother will be waiting for us.

I'll race you home.

[horse neighing]

Mother, has Clarice arrived?

She's expected. Is it true...
you've extended the duke's credit?

In exchange for more trade routes, yes.

We need that debt repaid, son.
The Pope won't wait forever.

We'll repay the Pope, Mother, as soon as
the Priori's agreed to the new treaty.

You know many in the Priori
didn't want a treaty in the first place.

And Jacopo Pazzi will be looking
for ways to oppose you.

Yes, Mother. I know.

Sandro, I was thinking...

-you should have your own workshop.
-Mm-hmm. Couldn't possibly afford it.

Oh, you don't have to.

You're not serious.

Find somewhere, I'll pay.

[Giuliano] With what?

Lorenzo, if there's anything
I can ever do to repay you--

Actually, you can.

I need you to undertake
a commission for Marco Vespucci.

I have to be sure
of his support in the Priori.

I'll do it.

Why was that so easy?

Oh, he detests Vespucci,
but he loves his wife.

All my life, I have tried to capture
a small piece of God's beauty

and I failed time and time and time again,
I have failed.

Almost so much that I almost gave up...

until I saw Simonetta Vespucci,

the single most beautiful creature
I have ever seen.

And it was then that I realized,
in my heart, it is possible.

If I can capture that...

You truly understand
the weight of a dream, Sandro.

Never ever give that up.

Thank you so much, Lorenzo. [chuckles]

[chuckling] Thank you.

[man] Gentlemen, I see we have a quorum.
So, I will now call this session to order.

First, let us welcome a new member

to replace the ailing Messer Martino...

-Francesco Pazzi.
-[crowd applauding]

Now to business.

Messer Medici,
you have just returned from Milan.

Yes.

I met with Duke Galeazzo Sforza

and I renegotiated our treaty
with far better terms for Florence.

Under the proposed changes,

trade routes will be diverted
from Bologna to Florence...

generating more revenue for our people.

And for the Medici bank.

[all laugh]

If increased trade is the aim...

we would be better off seeking
to ally ourselves with Venice again.

A few weeks ago, was not Messer Pazzi

clamoring for war with Venice?

[all murmuring assent]

Now he seeks increased trade, gentlemen.

My uncle is weary of Medici trickery

using this republic
to serve their bank's interests.

[crowd speaking indistinctly]

It's in the interests of the Medici bank,

that Florence flourish.

I encourage you all
to inspect the treaty--

And to vote it down
if you don't like what you see.

[crowd screaming in the room]

[indistinct yelling]

Don't take it personally. [laughs]

Why must you be against anything
that helps the common man?

You weaken this republic,
you empower the rabble.

I'll have none of it.

Francesco.

The world doesn't have to be this way.

We could change it.

The world is the way it is
for a good reason.

As long as Florentine families are
at each other's throats,

it will never be as good as it could be.

Send word to Salviati in Rome.

What shall I tell him?

That Medici's scheming threatens
Holy Mother Church.

The new Pope helped
arrange Lorenzo's marriage,

calls him a friend.

Have I taught you nothing, Nephew?

There are no friends in politics.

[indistinct chatter]

[Simonetta] They're lovely, aren't they?

I could gaze on them all day.

Ma donna Simonetta, it's a great pleasure.

I was looking for your husband.

Why?

Lorenzo de' Medici offers my services.
He had hoped...

I had hoped to include you in a painting.

No.

May I ask why?

[bird chirping]

Some men like to keep
beautiful things in cages,

-on display for others.
-[chirping continues]

I don't.

Come, let me show you.

When I paint them...
I do it to set them free.

[chirping continues]

Its wings were cut.

I am nobody's prisoner, Sandro.

My husband is busy today.

If you wish, you may return tomorrow.

He may see you then...

or he may not.

I will return every day, Ma donna,

and I will beg...

to paint you.

To set you free, if not from a cage,

then from the ravages of time itself.

I will make you immortal.

[indistinct conversation]

[Francesco] Your Holiness,
I have urgent business.

Please.

Lorenzo de' Medici has renegotiated
Florence's treaty with Milan.

And nobody's wronged with that.

I know you are fond of young Lorenzo,

but reinforcing this alliance

may be an attempt to grow
Medici influence beyond Florence.

Francesco...

I know you blame the Medici
for your family's ruin,

and that you owe
Jacopo Pazzi for your education.

I can only imagine the pain you felt
losing a father at such a young age,

and see your mother take her own life.

Our Lord Jesus teaches forgiveness.

You are right about Lorenzo.

He is a friend...

and until he actually harms
the interests of the papal states,

I will not consider him an adversary.

Should you happen to communicate it
with your uncle in the near future,

you may wish to inform him of this.

Stay.

Sit.

And finish your wine.

[indistinct chatter]

[old man] Behold the Duomo, Ma donna.

The dome is magnificent, maestro.

Conjured from the mind
of Filippo Brunelleschi

at the behest of Lorenzo's grandfather.

Cosimo.

Florence is a city of fevered minds.

What will people here think of me?

I trust you had a pleasant journey.

Maestro de' Becchi was kind enough
to serve as my escort.

He must have been
a gifted tutor to Lorenzo.

-Yeah.
-It has been my privilege.

This is my daughter, Bianca.

-Pleasure.
-Pleasure is mine.

Lorenzo's not here?

He'll be here soon.
You may wait in his rooms. Come.

[door opens]

I'm sorry.

Please, look as long as you want.

[door closes]

How was your journey?

I trust Gentile was good company.

He was certainly informative.

He has a passion for Florence.

He bored you?

No, that's not what I meant.

Have you read it?
It's Ovid, the original text.

You don't read Latin.

I do have the Italian translation
here somewhere.

No, it's not that.

Well, what is it, then?

I believe it instructs men
and women in the art of seduction.

I should have thought.

I'm sorry.

No, it's I who's sorry.

-[knock on the door]
-[door opens]

Lorenzo, I--

My apologies.

Luca Soderini, this is... this is my wife,
Clarice de' Medici.

Enchanted.

Lorenzo, we must speak urgently,
in private might be best.

Please go ahead.

[door closes]

Your father's cousin,
the Archbishop of Pisa has died.

I'm sorry to hear it.

If you don't move quickly
to replace him, the Pazzi will,

with someone determined
to oppose you at all costs.

I have someone in mind.

My former tutor, Gentile de' Becchi.

A wise and respected choice.

Surely, even Jacopo Pazzi
could not find a reason to object.

[scoffs] Well, if he can't find one,
then he'll just invent one.

Get word to Carlo and Orsini in Rome.

Tell them that we rely
on the Pope's support.

Has Your Holiness arrived
at a suitable candidate

to replace the late archbishop of Pisa?

Are you familiar with John 21:18?

"Very truly I tell you,
when you were younger,

you dressed yourself
and went where you wanted."

"But when you're old,

you will stretch out your hands

and someone else will dress you
and lead you where you do not want to go."

Who do you believe
would make a good candidate?

If you selected me,
I would represent papal interests in Pisa

and also watch over
your interests in Florence.

Unlike Lorenzo de' Medici's choice.

Perhaps I misjudged his loyalties,

but you can have no doubt of mine...

Your Holiness.

-Holiness.
-Holiness.

Salviati.

Medici.

Tell me...

who is your favored candidate?

I think Lorenzo de' Medici has put
forward an excellent candidate,

Gentile de' Becchi.
[footsteps approaching]

-[Giuliano] The groom emerges at last.
-[man] There he is.

You mustn't be late for your
own wedding feast, Lorenzo.

I understand your bride isn't comfortable
with Florentine ways.

Well, not yet, not yet.

Perhaps you could win her over
with some of your verses?

Oh, perhaps you can give us one now?

-No, no, no, no, no, no!
-[all screaming]

All right, all right,
all right, all right.

[clears throat]

-Cucumbers we've got.
-[man] Yes, we have.

Some giant, some rough.

Some seem awful bumpy,
swelling up and lumpy,

you grab them with a fist, boys.

You peel it back a bit,
you open wide and pumpy.

It's like weaning a puppy.

No man could have a better brother.

My brother, the poet.

-[man] That was good, really good.
-Excuse me a minute.

Bianca...

Bianca, what is it? Talk to me.

[Bianca scoffs]

Of all people, you can speak to me freely.

Father would never have forced me
to marry Bastiano Soderini

if he knew how unhappy it would make me.

I'm sorry, but sometimes,
duty comes first.

I love another.

Who?

Guglielmo Pazzi.

Guglielmo-- Guglielmo Pazzi?
We were engaged as children.

Oh, no, no, no, no,
Bianca, this can never be.

Why not?

Wouldn't a marriage alliance with
the Pazzi be better for us

than with Soderini?

-It would unite the city's two biggest--
-No, Bianca, you don't understand.

Soderini is an ally.

Jacopo will use any divide against us.

If I do not win the vote
on the treaty with Milan,

everything that I desire
for Florence will be lost.

But what of me, of your family?

Do our desires count for nothing?

Brother, you must leave!

[bells chiming]

-I didn't mean--
-No, you didn't, did you?
Enjoy your wedding feast, Brother.

[dance music playing]

[indistinct conversations]

[indistinct chatter]

Ma donna...

Lucrezia Donati Ardinghelli.

It can't be easy
to leave a life one's known

for a man you don't.

I'm not the first to do so.

And yet, if you don't mind my saying...

you look a little... hesitant.

Perhaps the people here
would have been happier if...

Lorenzo had chosen to marry
one of their own.

Nothing is as simple as it seems.

I just wanted to know
if you were all right.

Thank you for your kindness.

[man] Lorenzo de' Medici... [chuckles]

Oh, my boy!

I'm so happy for you.

Stefano, all the way from Volterra.

Messer Maffei... so glad you could come.

Uh, you know my son Antonio?

Antonio.

A toast. Come. Come.

Long life to the Medici.

Signor Vespucci.

Signor Vespucci, excuse me, sir.

-Excuse me.
-Excuse me.

I have attended your house
these last few days
in hope of speaking to you.

You have? I was not told.

Look, Lorenzo de' Medici
offers my services.

At your prices? No, thank you.

-Lorenzo will cover the cost.
-Really?

But what would you paint?

What greater prize do you possess

but your wife?

Undying love bleeds from their eyes.

Or what they believe to be love.

You don't believe in love,
Messer de' Medici?

It's just a pretty word to describe a...

clutch of petty human emotions...

desire, jealousy...

possessiveness.

You put the poets out of business.

This is charming.

A gift from my husband.

So... do you believe in love?

If you'll excuse me...

Hmm.

The pleasure was mine.
She's lovely.

I mean it.

I feel quite protective of her.

When will I see you again?

I'll send word...

as soon as possible.

[indistinct chatter]

Lorenzo wouldn't listen.

If we are to be together,

we must think of ourselves alone.

And our families?

They plot, compromise, lie,

and even kill to hold onto power.

All we've done is love.

We are free of obligation
to any but ourselves.

This moment... is ours, ours alone.

And whether it's this night
or another night,

does not matter.

I want to do my duty.

Your duty?

To be a good wife.

If you want, I...

I will read of it...

out of respect for you.

[scoffs]

Out of respect for you,

I would not ask it, but...

Ovid insists...

that a wife hiccup twice
on her wedding night.

Hiccup twice?

He doesn't, does he?

No.

No, he doesn't.

Come.

Let's do our duty.

And we'll enjoy it if we can.

Perhaps we may...

enjoy it.
Bianca?

Lorenzo, what is it?

I think Bianca has run off

with Guglielmo Pazzi.

Guards!

You find my sister and Guglielmo Pazzi.

You bring them back here at once.
You understand?

-Right.
-Go.

Come on.

[horses neighing]

Bianca...

If we do this,

there is no going back.

That is why we must.

Your reputation will be ruined.

A price I will pay to see we are together.

Oh, my love!

I cannot let you.

I'm yours.

You're mine.

Here.

[Jacopo] Francesco...

Where is Guglielmo?

There are rumors
he has run off with a girl.

What do you know? Speak.

I'm not certain,

but I suspect he's gone away with Bianca.

-Bianca?
-De' Medici.

That can't be.

She's promised to Bastiano Soderini.

Perhaps that's why she has run off.

I must find them before it's too late.

Wait.

When this becomes public...

it will destroy the alliance
between Lorenzo and Soderini.

At the cost of Guglilelmo's reputation.

He has made his bed.

He'll be a pariah,

shunned by polite society, they both will.

You will go see Lorenzo de' Medici...

to give him our terms.

[Francesco] My uncle says

you must break the treaty with Milan...

or we will expose this scandal
for the good of Florence.

So you hold your brother's reputation
hostage alongside my sister's.

You surprise even me, Francesco.

And I cannot sacrifice the treaty
with Milan.

Why not?

It's just a treaty.

What is this really about?

This is about making Florence
a true republic.

Don't be ridiculous.

Is it ridiculous?

Why is it that we have to accept the world
that we are born into?

Why can't we make it a better one?

You would surrender your power
and advantage

to share it with a common man.

Well, I can't attempt it

unless our alliance is secure.

If I can save Guglielmo and Bianca

without putting the treaty at risk...

would you consider it?

There is no way.

All I'm asking for is time.

For... for the sake of your brother,

Francesco, if not for Florence.

[man] Ma donna, Bianca,

your brother is extremely worried
about you.

I have orders to bring you back home.

And I order you to stand down.

You heard her. Leave.

[guard grunts]

[Bianca] No. No. No!

Don't touch him. Don't touch him.

I'm his wife.

You took her virtue?

We are married in the eyes of God.

[Guglielmo] Ahhh!

There you are, Messer Ovid...

and in an Italian translation, too.

[Bianca grunts]

I'll speak with her.

Your men beat Guglielmo.

They shouldn't have done so,
and they will be reprimanded,

but you disobeyed me, Bianca.

What choice did you leave me?

A life of unhappiness.

You lead this family now, Lorenzo.

Is... is that what you wish
for your sister?

No.
No, it's not.

Good. Good. Bring that over here.

I'll take it.

[Sandro] Ah. Fantastic.

Yes.

Ma donna Simonetta!

To what do I owe the honor of this visit?

Excuse me, maestro.

I was told I might find
Giuliano de' Medici here.

[clears throat]

A word in private?

You have something of mine.

My husband will notice it's missing.

I wouldn't want you getting
in any trouble.

Sandro tells me he's to paint you.

What is it to you?

I intend to persuade him
to let me sit with you.

You're like all the others.

I'm not anything like them.

It's not the mask that attracts me.

It's what lies beneath it.

[horse neighing]

[guard] Open the gate!

Carlo.
What's happened?

The Pope has rejected Gentile,

and he's appointed Salviati
as Pisa's new archbishop.

[guard] Open the gates!

I'm the new archbishop.

I demand you open these gates.

The appointment must be stopped, Carlo.

I took the liberty of sending word to Pisa
in your name, Lorenzo,

to bar Salviati from entering the city.

Please forgive me.

It's a wise move, Carlo.

[Jacopo] Well...

here I am, as you asked.

Pisa has closed its gates to Salviati.

You cannot interfere with the appointment
of an archbishop.

I interfered.

Pisa must open its gates.

Ah, that can be arranged.

I will never vote for the Milan treaty.

Oh, I'm not asking you to.

Then what?

Give your blessing
to Guglielmo and Bianca's union.

You mean you approve?

It's their wish.

Nobody need know that it was not arranged.

You do this...

and I will see that the gates are open
to Salviati.

You blackmail me to benefit your sister

rather than to win approval of the treaty.

Do I choke on the words?

I agree to your terms.

I overestimated you, Medici.

You are too soft-hearted
to be a worthy opponent.

It'll be all too easy to crush you.

You humiliate me and my son.

Look...

you are a friend, and I apologize.

I do.

And I apologize to you, too, Bastiano.

As way of compensation, I...

I have an offer.

You only care about losing
my father's vote

for your stupid treaty.

We have no interest.

So, if the Priori ratify new trade
with Milan...

the Soderini family
will receive half the rights.

All rights... exclusively.

Father!

Is it a deal or not?

-Ow!
-Thank you, Messer.

You have only yourself to blame.

Do you forgive me, Francesco?

Have I ever sided against you?

[footsteps approach]
Uncle?

-Please, let me explain.
-Ah!

It is done.

You will marry the Medici girl.

My decision surprises you. Come.

Did I not take you both into my home

as boys, love you as my own?

It is your choice, Guglielmo.

I have no choice.

I love her.

Then you're no longer a Pazzi.

And know this,

the Medici will destroy
whatever lies between them

and what they desire.

Be it you or this city.

Come, Francesco.

Your brother is beyond help.

Let us at least use our votes
to protect Florence.

What?

You heard me.

You are now officially betrothed
to Guglielmo.

Thank you, Brother. Thank you.

[Petrucci] The Priori have assessed
the proposed new treaty with Milan.

The vote is called.

Gonfaloniere, there are members
of the Priori who are missing.

Bandini and Diviacchi have been
called away on urgent business,

but there is a quorum.

Do we still have enough votes?

No.

Lorenzo de' Medici votes "For".

The other members shall now vote.

I cast mine for the treaty. For Lorenzo.

Against.

For Lorenzo.

My vote is against the treaty.

As is mine.

Two votes "For", three "Against".

Three remain.

For... the treaty and Lorenzo.

That just leaves Jacopo and Francesco,
we're doomed.

Against.

[Petrucci] Three votes in favor.

Four against.

One remains.

Pazzi?

Francesco?

I'm sorry, Uncle.

For.
[people clamoring]

Why?

He is my blood.

If Guglielmo is not a Pazzi,
then nor am I.

[Petrucci] Order.

-[bell dings]
-Order!

There is a draw.

As is customary,
I will cast the final vote.

In favor.

-[man] Yes!
-Oh.

[Petrucci] The treaty is ratified.

[clamoring]

I never thought I'd say this,
Francesco, but thank you.

We are in your debt, Francesco.

Don't flatter yourself.
I didn't vote for you.

I voted for my brother.

Ah, be that as it may...

we're to be family now.

["Renaissance"
by Paolo Buonvino & Skin playing]

♪ I am here for all to see ♪

♪ In my bones there's dignity ♪

♪ I will fight them ♪

♪ I can say that
I can change the world ♪

♪ But if you let me ♪

♪ I can change our world for us ♪

♪ Come with me and ♪

♪ Make this vision all brand new ♪

♪ We can fight them ♪

♪ I can say that I can win it all ♪

♪ Come with me and ♪

♪ I will make my worst untold ♪

♪ Let me do this ♪

♪ I am here ♪

♪ To rejoice ♪

♪ To revenge ♪

♪ To resolve ♪

♪ To be longed for ♪

♪ To be longed for ♪

♪ I am here ♪

-♪ If you want this ♪
-♪ To rejoice ♪

-♪ If you want this ♪
-♪ To revenge ♪

♪ To resolve ♪
♪ To be longed for ♪

♪ To be longed for ♪

♪ I am here ♪

♪ I am here ♪

♪ Sometimes I justify the words I spill ♪

♪ Like secret angels they test your will ♪

♪ Outside my troubles are over ♪