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Where there are
now two land masses,

there once was just one.

The Book of Leaves
has to be here.

Take whatever steps are
necessary

to find our spy.
Do it quickly.

It is God's will
to break Lorenzo

and all who support him.

With the exception of
da Vinci, I agree with you.

Those weapons he makes,
they could all be ours.

Rome has more men,
and the Lord, on its side.

Well, we've got
ten pipe organ muskets

capable of firing 33 rounds
a minute on ours.

Ten guns. Good to know.
Thank you for that.

Papers with the papal seal.

A list of locations
to hide them.

- Where did you find this?
- In Signor Becchi's quarters.

All along
the traitor was you.

Lorenzo,
this is a mistake.

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Boy.

_

One of my huntsmen
wishes this decorated.

You've a keen eye.
Paint it.

When Leonardo was
14 years old,

his father, Piero, having found
little use for the young man,

gave him a task.

Leo spent the next day collecting
all manner of strange creatures.

And so long did he labor
dissecting them

that the stench
was past bearing.

But Leonardo didn't notice,

so great was his love
for his art.

It's finished, Father!
Come see.

It will suffice.

Knowing that the hunting guide
would be none the wiser,

Piero presented him
with a new shield,

while selling the original
one to a vendor

for 100 ducats.

And then the vendor resold it
to the Duke of Milan himself

for 300 ducats.

Loath to pass up
such a resource,

Piero arranged for his son to
be brought under my tutelage.

I paid a finder's fee
of 50 ducats.

A bargain, in my estimation.

His father sold you
a bastard son.

Yes. But you know what?

I would trade 100 of you

to have another one like him
on my doorstep.

I think you're drunk,
old man.

And you're jealous,
Botticelli.

Tomorrow... I'll be sober.

But you'll still be jealous.

You're preoccupied today.

Painting...

..is about... it's about
more than just strokes.

There's perspective.

I mean, do I paint you
from below...

..or do I paint you...

..from above?

And then there's symbols.

Do I paint you
with a dog in your arms?

It's a symbol of loyalty.

Color. How about the particular
shade of vermillion...

that I use for the blush
of your cheeks?

And the folds of your dress.

Should they be...

lush and sumptuous...

..or stiff and angular?

And perhaps...

..no gown at all.

If I was a dutiful servant,

I'd consider the needs
of my patron.

But I'm not, so that...

That is what I struggle with.

You can't take your eyes
off that.

What's so beautiful about it?

It's the same thing
I see in you. It's a mystery.

It's a puzzle

and I will stop at nothing
to figure it out.

Francesco.

The walls of my Cappella
Maggiore lean and crumble,

just as Rome itself
is in disrepair.

This place must become
a grand palace of the Lord,

celebrating his glory
in marble

and majestic brushstrokes

from the most enlightened
hands on earth.

I will build
a gleaming chapel

with the stories of Christ and
Moses frescoed on the ceiling.

A tribute to the everlasting
grace of God.

I can assure you,
Your Holiness,

if you move your accounts
from the Medici Bank...

to my own, you'll have
all the funds you need.

This will require
more than funds.

Resurrection requires death.

And in this case,

the sacrifice
for Rome's rebirth

will be Florence.

However, the Medici have certain
capabilities we are unsure we can best.

We've tried
a frontal assault.

We may need you to develop

other... less direct
contingencies.

The Medicis are the reason

Florence is a sanctuary for
sorcerers and... sodomites.

They've turned my city
away from the Lord.

Together, Holy Father,
we will turn it back.

Now gather your men,
Girolamo.

You've a role to play
in this as well.

He's been with our family
his entire life.

He taught us our letters,
for God's sake.

I don't care if he held your prick
when you first took a piss.

Becchi is a spy
and a traitor.

His brother-in-law
carries epic debts

which could only be met with
the Roman scudos we found.

We broke the cipher
in dozens of letters he hid as well.

Each one more incriminating
than the last.

Now is not the time
to show mercy.

So we're jailing old friends while making
new friends with lunatics like da Vinci.

Our grandfather
made friends with lunatics.

Brunelleschi was one and he created the
most majestic cathedral in Europe.

If you believe
Becchi betrayed us,

it's you who's gone mad.

Lorenzo!

No! No, please!

Tell me boy, are you familiar with
Abraham's prayer for Sodom and Gomorrah?

How many righteous people
did Abraham initially promise

he would find
in those blighted cities?

20?

Unfortunate.

No! Please!

And your answer?

No? No?

No idea?

Are there no faithful
in this forsaken place

or are you all damned?

You. Stand.

Let us pray you know
the right reply.

- What?
- 50.

50! Signor.

You are correct.

You will deliver this message
to the Medicis.

It contains,
in exacting detail,

the horrors
witnessed here today.

Why in God's name
are we here, Riario?

Tell me, Captain, how much did you
give the Medicis for your coat?

I bought it in Rome,
not Florence.

Every dyed fabric in Europe
uses alum from these mines

to fix the dye.

Did you know, Pope Pius II

gave this mining concern
to the Medicis

in return for forgiveness
of papal debt.

And since then, every frock,
sheet and shirt

has had a portion of its
price going to Florence.

Today we killed three birds
with one stone.

We took back
what was rightfully Rome's.

We eliminated a lucrative
source of Medici income

and most importantly...

..we sent a message.

This is an art, this pursuit.

I like just making
one of something.

You better get used to it.
We've got plenty more copies to go.

What is it
that I'm getting used to?

Making each soldier's death
indistinguishable from the last?

Leonardo, you're needed
at the palace.

You playing errand boy now,
Father?

In these traitorous times,
we fill any role required.

Come on. The Medicis
are none of them patient men.

Not you two.

This is state business,
not a sideshow.

If you are in this room, it is because you
reside in my innermost circle of trust.

And if you are in my circle, it is because
we share a common vision for Florence.

A city that will be
remembered for centuries

as a cynosure of innovation
and artistry.

I have received word from
Tolfa, Commander Quattrone,

that Count Riario
has attacked our alum mine.

This is a casus belli.
An act of war.

It is easy to be for Florence
in times of peace.

Not so in times of war.

Those who cannot stand
with us should leave.

It is better to be a coward
now than a traitor later.

I recently lost my most
trusted advisor to treachery.

He currently sits in the Bargello
awaiting his fate on the wheel.

In the Medici court,
we punish treason

and we reward service.

Would the young man who brought me
this scroll please come forward.

So tell us, please, how did
you come by the scroll?

A Tolfan miner, sir.

Count Riario killed
all but one

whom he tasked with
delivering the scroll.

And would you tell us
what it says?

Riario has an army, sir.

He intends to occupy Florence
unless you do as Rome asks.

Did the miner convey
this to you?

He's a simple man, sir.
I doubt he can read.

So you broke the seal

and revealed its contents
to others?

Arrest him.

No.

- Warm up the wheel with his bones!
- Please, sir! No!

I will show no mercy to those
who betray the Medici name.

Each of you has a responsibility
to this community.

To protect. To invent.
To maintain order.

To support.

To uphold the sacred honor
of the Medici legacy.

We all knew
this day would come.

We will not submit.

We will fight.

Alla Battaglia Firenze!

Alla Battaglia Firenze!

I think I have a cat
in my bag.

Would you like to kick that,
too?

Enough.

A city that will be remembered
for centuries to come

as a cynosure for innovation
and artistry.

That's a direct quote
from Becchi's counsel to you,

when you were a shit-scared 19-year-old
poet about to ascend the throne.

- Not now.
- Yes, now.

There's a difference between
strength and cruelty, Lorenzo.

Leave cruelty to Sixtus
and his brutes

or it won't be Rome...

It'll be our own people
who move against us.

Do me a kindness, brother.

When I ride out
to meet Count Riario,

stay home.

Ladies and gentlemen, I have here the
shattered ankle bone of St Alibinus.

A single shard of which
is guaranteed to protect

against all pirates
and all ruffians.

And, for a few soldi more,

the fingers of the esteemed
martyr St Bessus!

- It's Bess-us, you idiot!
- Oh, piss off.

- What causes this commotion?
- Who else wants some? Come on!

People have gathered
for an execution.

Gentile Becchi wasn't meant to be
brought up until the full moon.

No, not Becchi. A servant.

Thanks to him, word of Riario's
incursion has spread like wildfire

and Lorenzo wants to make
an example.

The Confraternity of Death
are such vultures.

Someone has to pray
for the condemned.

This is ugly business
for a lady.

No.

Even a lady must support
the Medicis against spies.

God.

How long will this take?

It can last hours.

God help any man
who betrays Lorenzo.

What are you reading?

A Book of Hours.

In the original Latin,
no doubt.

I always hated that language.

As was evident
in your studies.

Perhaps you were simply
a piss-poor teacher.

Perhaps.

I'm sorry it's come to this.

Mm.

Why didn't you tell us about
your family's need for money.

I would never have troubled you
with my relatives' mishaps.

But you would take coin
from Rome?

Ask yourself, my boy.

If money had motivated me, why
wouldn't it have been spent already?

Instead of lying conveniently in
my quarters awaiting discovery.

Along with the papal seals
of Rome.

I want to believe.

You counseled my grandfather
Cosimo. My father.

You've given your life
in service to Florence.

Always doing your best
to protect the Medici name.

But when I am gone,
Giuliano,

I will no longer be able
to provide such protection.

Are you innocent
of these charges or not?

- Of course I am.
- Then why don't you fight them?

Because your brother
is incapable of listening.

Lorenzo is consumed
with wrath.

It blinds him to the dangers
circling him.

There is a traitor
in our midst.

After I am dead
and Lorenzo lowers his guard,

the traitor
will still be here.

People underestimate you,
Giuliano.

Yet that perceived weakness
makes you uniquely suited

to flushing out a spy
from cover.

Look after your brother.

He needs you.
Now more than ever.

Riario will advance
from the south,

through the Valdarno Valley.

We'll place weapons
on all sides,

but the majority
will meet his men here.

- We'll be outnumbered.
- They'll be outgunned.

With ten guns?
Are you certain?

We're casting more muskets.

I promise you you'll never
have to fire them.

Sometimes...

..when all your enemy knows
is killing,

a simple deception
can suffice.

Riario is far more clever
than you think, da Vinci.

Your wit won't get us
out of this one.

Only your weapons will.

And I promise you
they will fire.

- Magnifico!
- Commander.

- Artista.
- War engineer, actually.

That's a very handsome
stallion you have there.

- Andalusian, no?
- Mm.

Given to me personally by
Queen Isabella of Castile.

I've heard of
these Andalusians.

I understand the breed's
prone to ischemic diseases,

reduced blood flow,
especially to the intestines,

which can lead to some
unfortunate anal blockage.

Undoubtedly, you're used to the smell
of shit following you wherever you go.

In an effort to avoid
further bloodshed,

His Eminence has extended
a list of demands.

First, Florence will formally
embrace into its bosom

Francesco Salviati
as Archbishop of Pisa.

Second, the Medici Bank will
forgive the Holy See of all debts.

And third, you will release certain
artisans from their contractual obligations

so that they might
employ their gifts

in service of His Holiness's
new chapel.

And in which artist
is His Holiness interested?

One... Pietro Perugino.

One Sandro Botticelli.

- Oh, Jesus...
- Ooh.

Leonardo da Vinci.

I'd rather have my testicles
gnawed off by conger eels.

- Well, that can be arranged.
- And if we don't capitulate?

My forces
will occupy Florence.

My guns will cut your men
to ribbons.

Your fabled
pipe organ muskets?

Well, yes, they will cut down
some of them, but not all.

Thanks to Giuliano's
bumbling,

I was aware that you
possessed ten guns,

and given that
I've observed them,

I simply deduced
their cyclic rate of fire.

Between them, they're capable of launching
33 volleys comprising 333 discharges.

Now, let's...
Let's assume that...

two-thirds of them
hit their mark.

But what happens while your
brave militiamen are reloading?

My remaining 400 ride out.

And, yes, we will use your precious
Florentines as target practice.

You face a walled city,
Riario.

We can hold you off
for six months at the least.

It takes but one person to open
the gates from the inside.

Do you truly believe
that in those months

the call of the Holy Father won't be
honored by a single soul in Florence?

You have 24 hours to ponder
the Holy Father's offer.

Enjoy your day.

We need more guns, da Vinci.

Our lives depend on it.

Master, shouldn't we be building guns

or at least preparing for the invasion
like everyone else?

- I'm sketching.
- Pomegranates.

Nothing escapes your
penetrating observation.

Count Riario
is nearly upon us.

I know damn well
where Riario is!

- What are we doing here?
- I wonder about that myself.

Excuse us, Signora.

You're rather careless
with your sketches, Artista.

You left a sheaf of them
in my husband's study.

Shouldn't you be laboring
for the security of Florence?

There's something about this pomegranate.
I can't define it yet.

But the Greeks teach us
everything can be everything.

And everything can be turned
into everything else.

If we can't see the pattern
in God's architecture,

it's because we're not
looking closely enough.

Would you like
your sketches back?

Of all of Lorenzo's
treasures,

it was this bit of carved
stone that caught your eye.

Has your husband ever mentioned it to you?
Where it came from.

I believe he inherited it.

Perhaps from a man
in the next room.

A magician.

Lorenzo's grandfather.
Cosimo.

He ruled this city
without ever holding office.

Oh, there's something
about him.

You're welcome to study him
at any time.

But for now I'd rather you
returned to your guns. No?

I didn't come to Florence
to live under Roman rule.

Da Vinci.

A treat. For indulging me.

Thank you for meeting
with me -

especially with all
the concerns about Rome.

I know this is unorthodox, but
circumstances forced my hand.

You know what's happened
to Becchi.

The accusations
that have been made.

I don't believe
he's a traitor.

What do you want me to do?

Clarice has already agreed
to advocate for Becchi.

You own the other half of my brother's heart.
Will you do the same?

Are you so sure
he's innocent?

I believe we can prove it.

Becchi has been
giving me counsel.

Working with him, I know
we can trap the real traitor.

Please, Signora.

Temperature's right.

Leo.

The fat-kidneyed foreman
requires your help.

What do we know
of Lorenzo's ancestors?

His father was a good,
but sickly, man.

Who lived in the shadow
of his father... Cosimo.

Wow. Really? How in fuck
does this matter?

Rome's mercenaries
are upon us.

Clarice Orsini
gave me this today.

She said Lorenzo
inherited it.

You're exhausted.
Look at you.

Fixating on bric-a-brac when we
need more guns. It's insane.

The keys on it are identical
to the ones from the Jew.

The Vault of Heaven.
The Book of Leaves.

How do the Medicis
figure into it all?

Leo, I just don't see how a
fucking mantelpiece antique

keeps Riario's swords
from our fucking necks.

Christ, Zo. Can you just
drop it for one minute?

Do you have to prove your
ignorance so damn often?

When the Byzantine Empire
used the first cannons

against the Ottomans during
the siege of Constantinople,

the Turks
were forced to flee.

30 years later, they returned
with cannons of their own.

Bigger cannons.

And after a 55-day siege
left such destruction...

..that the city
will never be the same.

Constantinople fell.

Then we've always got to make sure
we've got the biggest cannon.

Oh...

It never ends.

Unless...

Unless I end it here.

Don't! That will cause
an explosion!

- Don't!
- Aargh!

Maestro, what have you done?

Sealed our fucking fate.

Bless me, Father,
for I have sinned.

How long has it been
since your last confession?

I'm... embarrassed to say.

Nearly a year.

Oh.

I have spoken with many shamed
penitents tonight, child.

The wheel reminds people
of the punishments

awaiting those not reconciled
with Our Father.

It's horrid.

I fear I myself drive someone
toward a similar agony.

Every daughter of Eve
faces the same dilemma.

I have been untrue.

And now someone else
is suffering for it.

And he will endure
unimaginable pain...

- ..and it's my fault.
- If I may.

I have heard something of
the state of your marriage.

If you can offer up,
even the smallest,

the tenderest bit of mercy,

I have no doubt
it will be taken very well.

- Mercy has its risks.
- And rewards.

Liar!

"Good people of Florence, the
Medicis are leading you to death."

You have to give Riario
some credit.

He knows
how to intimidate his prey.

People say Riario has
2,000 men to burn the city.

I heard 3,000.

The city will be safe.
I'll make sure of it.

Pride is a deadly sin,
Artista.

Il Capitano!

I didn't take you
for a religious zealot.

A bully and an asshole, yes.
A zealot?

It's...

I'm zealous about my family.

We pray every night that you're not
leading this city to destruction.

What? I have
that much power, do I?

We've had nothing but trouble since you
talked your way into the Medici court.

Perhaps God is on the Count's
side in this business.

I don't believe in any god

who would side
with that pig's bladder.

You blaspheme.

Men like you artistic perverts are
turning Florence into Gomorrah.

You're beating a quick path to the everlasting
bonfire and dragging us all with you.

I'll send you to the bonfire
even sooner.

I know you're a better
swordsman than I, da Vinci.

Still...

...I've struck the bone, eh?

Do you really want to blunt
the edge of your blade on me

when you may need it sharp
for Riario?

You're drunk, Leonardo.

Come on!

Oh, my God.

Jesus.

I heard what happened
at the metal works.

You're better than this,
Leonardo.

I thought I could save
Florence. I thought...

my talents would be enough,
but they aren't.

I've got nothing.

And because of me,

tomorrow morning, Lorenzo
will be forced to surrender.

No, please. Florence and Rome have
been at it since before you were born.

- It's politics.
- No, it's...

It's personal.

I have something they want.

Yes. Your talent.

The Pope wants my talent.

Riario wants my key.

- What key?
- The key from...

Nothing.

Come here.

If something burdens you...

..maybe it's better
just to let it go.

Wait. Wait.

What?

That's what Lorenzo
requires of me.

Why did you
destroy your guns?

Lorenzo.

He looked me in the eye and
told me I was an inventor.

But this isn't invention.
This is...

It's escalation.
I build five, they build 50.

You might be the loveliest
man I've ever known.

Hey.

Why do you say it
with such sadness?

Maybe it's because I think
none of us are worthy of you.

Why the pomegranates?

I don't know yet.

Do you know...

Now...

Hades tricked Persephone
into eating pomegranates,

when she left the underworld.

She said that their magic
forced her to return to him.

It's true.

You should take one with you
when you go.

It's not magic that binds me
to you, Leonardo.

I hope you kill
that bastard Riario.

Leonardo!

Leonardo!

Leonardo!

Oh, so you have the gall
to remain in Florence?

You're either brave
or unimaginably stupid.

A bit of both.

You sabotage our efforts.
Why?

The guns wouldn't have
ended this.

With all your experience in waging
war, you decided that, did you?

You little...

Fuck!

I can't believe
I trusted you.

You, a bastard. A charlatan.
A peddler of knick-knacks!

My brother was right. I was a
fool to believe in you. A fool!

My only recourse is to offer
myself as Riario's hostage

and I'll have to pray that if
I put myself at his mercy,

that he will forego
pillaging Florence.

I'll have to pray that he'll grant
Clarice and our children safe passage.

And I'll have to pray that every
trace of my name and my legacy

isn't struck
from the streets!

You gather what little you hold
dear and you meet me in the field.

I want you by my side when I am
forced to accept Rome's terms.

And if Riario wants you...

..he can fucking have you.

Nico, it is good
to see you again.

I trust your hand is mending.

Let us go straight to
the terms of surrender.

Indeed.

I have certain...

require certain assurances.

Florence and its citizens
are my chief concern...

Sorry. Sorry.

Um, we are clear whose surrender
we're discussing here?

It's yours.

Da Vinci...

Nico, would you show the Count
and Captain General our gift?

Now, since you'd calculated
the capacity of my guns,

I've endeavored to improve
Florence's odds.

It's a question
of mathematics, really.

How to pack a group of spheres
in the most economic fashion.

And since nature always employs the most
efficient means to achieve her ends,

I've taken inspiration
from her.

I call it
the cluster bombard.

The casing houses a grouping
of smaller explosives,

an Archimedean solid,

which is separated
by iron spacers.

So when the bombard lands, it fragments
into a fountain of shrapnel.

I estimate one bombard could take out
a dozen of your men and their mounts.

Now, I know
what you're thinking.

You're thinking,
"Well, fair enough.

A bombard's really only as good
as one's ability to lob it."

So, fair enough.
You'd be right.

However...

Zo!

Let's go.

Impressive.

But how do I know that
contraption even works?

Allow me to demonstrate
on a smaller scale.

First, we light the bombard.

Then we fire it... like so.

The real, full-scale bombard doesn't
carry fireworks, of course.

We will rain flame and
destruction down on your men

recalling Biblical
devastation of old.

The peasants will pick the
bone fragments of your men

from these fields
for decades to come.

You... everything you've
accomplished, will fade from memory.

Whereas our victory will be
lionized for centuries.

Perhaps.

Or perhaps regardless
of what happens today,

the opposite tale will be
told, or no tale at all.

You see,
a man once told me...

..History is a lie.

Well played, Artista.

You'd... You'd do well
to remember, though,

that a war is waged
on many fronts.

Hyah! Hyah!

You pulled off quite a feat,
Leonardo.

I would have liked to see it fire.
Imagine the carnage.

Rome would have been
holding funerals for months.

The crossbow -
it doesn't actually work.

It's more a feat of art
than weaponry.

This sham...

is the work of
drunken artists.

They're more skilled in
stage props than armaments.

How can we have built
the real device in one night?

Even if I had, the drawstring
needed to actually

fire the damn thing would
have been ludicrous.

- Look at it.
- You wagered our fate on a bluff?

I did.

You realize you only bought us
a temporary reprieve.

You can't keep on
bluffing Rome forever.

Can't we?

Life's precious, Lorenzo.

Even a traitor's.

I believe...

it was your grandfather,
Cosimo...

..who voiced
a pertinent sentiment.

"We read that we ought
to forgive our enemies.

We do not read that we ought
to forgive our friends."

Sorry, brother.
I was just having a rest.

Have you come to minister
to the condemned?

Right.

I appreciate the visit but I've
already made peace with my maker.

Signora.

You.

You're the one that slipped those
documents into my quarters.

How long have they owned you?

A few years.

Then they approached you...

Before Lorenzo and I
were involved.

Whatever promise they made,
they will not honor it.

You have no idea

of my circumstances.

There's more to this
than Florence or Rome,

or my life.

Why are you here, Signora?

Because I do not wish
to see you broken on a wheel.

What?

Hemlock.

How?

A weapon stolen from the Secret
Archives in the Vatican.

A misericorde, modified
with a single dose of poison.

Its bite is almost
never noticed.

So no evidence will arise

implicating Lorenzo's lover.

Consider it mercy.

This is the fastest and most
painless death I can offer.

And I will see that it takes.

This isn't mercy.

This is you...
tying off loose ends.

Rome chose well.

- Guard!
- I'm sorry.

I wish there was another way.

Becchi!

Guards!

Guards, quickly!

Hemlock.

- Becchi would not have done this.
- The vial speaks for itself.

And you have a history
of not believing things

that Becchi has clearly done.

Question is, brother,

who brought Becchi
this poison?

Was it someone who
sympathizes with his plight?

If I were to defy you, brother,
I wouldn't don a mask to do it.

But what do you care?

The traitor is dead,
Florence is secure

and you've a war engineer
to fete.

All is well
in the Republic tonight.

The names and charges
written on this paper

require our immediate
attention as Priori.

An anonymous denunciation?

The author's unimportant.

This matter demands
investigation.

I'd caution you to consider
who will be implicated.

As Priori, you are duty bound
to uphold the law,

unconcerned by who whomever
it may incriminate.

Interrogate the victim
mentioned here, Captain.

Once he confirms the charges,
make your arrest.

Wow, look at you!

Venetian breeches, bit of
velvet, bit of brocade.

Did you buy those
with your Medici vouchers?

What concern is it of yours?

Who traded in chits
to muster the men

to sneak your phony crossbow
out of the city? Hm?

Who assembled all the pieces in the
middle of the night, risking his very life?

Cos it wasn't Nico. Yet somehow
that little bull's pizzle

wins an invitation to Lorenzo's
palazzo and I don't.

Nico hasn't been arrested a
dozen times for lewd behavior,

and pickpocketing,
grave robbing.

I can't have you there
tonight, Zo. Sorry.

These people...

decorum means everything
to them.

Where is your guest of honor,
Lorenzo?

If we're to praise an artist, perhaps
it should be Signor Botticelli.

At least he has blessed up
with his presence.

No need to honor someone who honors
themselves so well, brother.

Every time I find myself looking
for da Vinci, he seems to have...

vanished like smoke.

Is there a reason you're
avoiding the party, Maestro?

It's being held
in your honor.

Something's needling me,
Nico.

Till I can discover
what it...

Ha!

Yes!

The old magician's laughing.

I'm an idiot.

The symbols
couldn't be clearer.

I am a son of Earth
and Starry Heaven.

I am thirsty. Please give me something
to drink from the fountain of Memory.

The invocation for
the Sons of Mithras. Look.

A bull pulling a plow.

Christian iconography but it's
also the pagan symbol for Earth.

A star-filled heaven.

A chalice,
symbolic of a fountain.

And flowers.
Ne M'oubliez Pas, in French.

Forget-me-nots.

Memory.

Cosimo de Medici...

..was a Son of Mithras.

It's as if all my inquiries
are converging.

It's as if a grand web
is being spun.

One so incalculably
wide and ancient

that I'm only now beginning
to grasp its scope.

I have proven myself
to Lorenzo.

I've earned his trust.

It's time for him
to repay me in kind.

By doing what?

By funding an expedition.

To the land indicated
on the Jew's map.

A ship, provisions
for a journey.

The Vault of Heaven
is out there, Nico.

It's harboring
the Book of Leaves.

All the knowledge it contains,
I can hear it calling to me.

And the magician
is leading me to it.

My grandfather,
Cosimo, had a dream.

That our streets and squares would be a
haven for science, art and learning.

No son of Florence better represents
those ideas than Leonardo da Vinci.

I name you...

..Grand Master of the Order
of St John the Baptist,

patron saint of Florence.

I give you the living embodiment
of classical brilliance.

Leonardo da Vinci.

Please, Maestro, won't you
grant us a few words?

Florence's greatest export
has always been its ideas.

Our Republic represents
the cutting edge of inquiry.

We are inventing the future.

But we can only remain vital if
we keep on pushing outwards,

so I propose a bold new step.

I have learned of a land, your
Magnificence, to the west.

It's largely uncharted but it's
certain to contain wonders.

Now, with your patronage,
I shall mount an expedition.

We will voyage...

Captain Dragonetti, what is
the meaning of this affront?

My apologies, Signor,

but a grave accusation has been levied
against one of your guests.

I know nothing
of any accusations.

May I remind you, Nazzareno,
that you answer to me.

Technically, I answer to the
Signoria, your Magnificence.

Of which you are
but one voice.

I couldn't dissuade them,
Signor. It's protocol.

Our hands were tied.

Go on then, Captain.

It has come to the attention
of the Officers of the Night,

by means of
secret denunciation,

that one Leonardo
di ser Piero da Vinci

has committed, in violation of the
statutes of the Republic of Florence,

and divine and natural law,
the grievous act of sodomy.

Said individual is to be
immediately remanded to the...

These are lies.
This is slander!

..whereupon he will remain

until the Magistrates ascertain
his guilt or innocence.

Should he be found guilty,

he will be led through the public
squares to the Palace of Justice

and there be burned
so that he dies...

..and his body
is separated from his soul.

No! You...

This is your work, Francesco.

I smell the Pazzi stench
all over this charade.

The denunciation is real,
Lorenzo.

We've a victim
willing to testify.

No-one has been sentenced for this
crime for more than 50 years.

And yet it's still
on the statute books.

If you've issues with it, take
it up with your forebear Cosimo.

Was it not he who revised
Florence's constitution?

Or would you flout our fair
Republic's laws as you see fit?

I was under the impression
we lived in a democracy.

- Not a dictatorship.
- Your wrists, Signor.

I told you you'd beat a quick
path to the bonfire, Artista.

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