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Death to the Medicis!

I must return to the palace.

Citizens of Florence, I put
the fate of our Republic

in your hands.

Palle!
The Medici rallying cry.

We apprehend
the Pazzi traitors.

You dare kill a cardinal?

We will dangle you
in your Sunday best.

You let Riario take Nico?

I was supposed
to be on that ship.

Well, there's someone
that can help.

There is a man
named Vespucci.

So you wish to sail west
but the Vatican have stolen your ship.

We steal one of theirs.

You seek an alliance with us
against Florence?

How may we be of service?

Rome's aggression
will not stop.

Did this belong
to your grandfather?

Take it with you
on your journey.

Brothers whose blood flows
in each other's veins.

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— ♪ — DaVinci's Demons 2x03 — ♪ —
The Voyage of the Damned
Original Air Date on April 5, 2014

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(Chatter and calling out)

(Music and hammering)

(Gulls cry)

Do you know
who I am?

Indeed, Count Riario.

The name of the Pope's
nephew is well known.

Well, then, you know
the consequences

if you do not cede
this ship to me.

Alfonso, Duke of Calabria,
governs this vessel.

We carry slaves to Genoa
for his father —

King Ferrante.

If you do not give up
this ship to my command,

in days there shall be
no one left... in Italy

named Sindona.

Your wife,
children, cousins,

I shall visit them all.

I suppose if I set sail
immediately,

then I won't have to
explain to Duke Alfonso...

A wise decision indeed.

Explain what,
Captain?

Count Riario acts
for Pope Sixtus,

who wishes to commandeer
the Sentinel

for a new destination.

Does he now?

Perhaps you did not realize,
I know Riario well.

The Count is
a friend of mine.

While you,
senor, well...

Need I elaborate?
You said this would work.

It would have done if Firello
fucking Two Blades hadn't shown up.

Who masquerades
before Alfonso,

warrior par excellence
and heir of the Kingdom of Naples?

(As Riario) Leonardo.

Sorry,
I'm still in character.

I'm Leonardo Da Vinci. Revolutionary
painter, artist and visionary,

of the Republic of Florence.

Arrogant bastard,
aren't you?

Bastard, yes. But it's hardly
arrogant to speak the truth.

I am the son of a king,
anointed by God.

While you, I gather,
are legally the son of no one.

Not bad.

I was about to say
the same of you.

Well, now you're
just showing off.

Let's get out of here.

Time to swim.

Leo?

Aargh!

Fine.

(Alfonso laughs)

I am an artist too,
but I paint with steel.

Death by sea or sword?

Either a fitting end
for a bastard.

While restoring the Aqueduct,

I shall rebuild
some 30 churches.

San Vitale, Santa Maria
del Popolo, St Peter's.

I shall commission a new chapel:
frescos on the ceiling.

Your Holiness?

He carries bad news.

Lorenzo de Medici
rules Florence once again.

Jacopo Pazzi has been
murdered by the mob.

Francesco Pazzi
and Cardinal Orsini

have been hanged.

The Cardinal, decaying in his
full ecclesiastical robes.

(Laughs)

At last, someone brings me
good tidings from Florence.

How so, Your Holiness?
Lorenzo's sinful Republic

courts heresy at every turn.

The artists
flocking to his city

would find God and truth
on their own.

As if sheep don't need
a shepherd guiding them.

Their manic celebration
of free thinking

has led them to overreach.

Fatally so.

Now they would hang
one of God's own?

Well, such an act
justifies any retaliation

I might consider.

Hm...

Mark this, sirs.

Today,
the Republic of Florence

and every man, woman
and misbegotten child therein

are... excommunicated.

Let them wallow
in unholy squalor.

Damned in this world
and the next.

The death bell tolls
for Florence.

(Shouting)

Jacopo Pazzi's home.

He wants to take a bath!

Let's throw him in the river!

(Excited chatter)

I suppose it's proof
of our fallen nature.

We can't help but to look.

They were monsters.

If you ask me you were
justified in hanging them.

I didn't ask.

You must find someplace
where you can avoid all this.

Such sights
will endanger the child.

I don't believe that.

Neither did I.

I think I should decide
what's best for my child.

I am capable of that...
all on my own.

I don't believe that.

I wasn't anticipating another
ambidextrous swordsman in Italy.

When the barons of Salerno
schemed against Naples,

Alfonso's forces crushed the insurrection.
He lives for battle.

It's hard facing someone who's better
at what he does than you. It's tough.

Is there any other ship
we can accost?

One that will withstand the rigors
of a voyage across the Atlantic?

I know every ship in Pisa.

The Sentinel's
your only recourse.

Then I have to be
on that ship.

Is this quest of yours
worth all the risk?

We can make money in Genoa,
in Savoy, even here in Pisa.

People know Alfonso's assessing
the city for a possible invasion.

And scared people
are easy to fleece.

If you could put aside your
rapacious greed for a moment,

you clot-pole,
we have a friend to rescue.

There's more than
Nico's life at stake.

There are hundreds
of painters in Florence.

And you pair up with the one
who's out to save the world.

If you want our Medici credit
vouchers you'll help us.

I'm always
interested in money,

but your only hope is
the Sentinel.

And after our last escape, rowing out there
would provide them with easy targets.

We'd be killed and chopped up
to feed their slaves.

If we could reach
the ship safely,

we could free
those slaves.

They deserve to have
their chains sundered.

And the chaos of slave rebellion
would help us seize command.

Pity we didn't bring
along your underwater suit.

It wouldn't withstand the
weight and depth of the sea.

You made an
underwater suit?

Then the Turk's right.
Your quest is over.

Riario gets the book,
Nico's dead.

Leo, where are you going?

To solve this problem somehow.

I may not be able to best Alfonso man
to man — that doesn't mean I can't win.

Our Republic
is excommunicated.

We are dammed to a man,
to a woman, to a child.

Sixtus would do
such a thing?

Who is that murderer to
tell us we're not Christians?

Did you expect
no retaliation

when you had
your brother strung up?

Would you for
a moment suggest

that we let any
of Giuliano's killers live?

All of Florence
applauds this justice.

Until they starve.

This declaration is the
equivalent of a trade embargo.

No Christian is allowed
to do business with us.

With King Ferrante, Duke Federico
and Sixtus all against us,

Milan will hesitate
to take our side,

and nor will Spain
come to our aid —

too busy with
their foul Inquisition.

Ferrante will strike
here in Pisa,

and continuing through
Lucca and on to Savoy,

gaining strength to make
a move against Venice.

The peninsula could be
theirs within a year.

With terrifying ease.

Florence creates
the future.

But not if we fall prey
to this infernal alliance.

Rome will control
all faith and knowledge.

(Sighs)

(Chatter)

(TRADER)
Let's just wrap that up.

I will not allow
the Turk to be right.

There is a way to follow Riario
and Nico, there must be.

What the hell is that?

With the right balance,

a man might use specially fitted
pontoons to walk on water. But...

Alfonso and his men would just
shoot him down on sight.

We could ram the ship
with this.

But then it would sink
uselessly.

Well, no strapping me
into a fucking catapult.

Damn it, Da Vinci,
look here.

Duke Alfonso
has put a price

on that fevered skull
of yours.

This is an appalling likeness.

If only you were a sorcerer,
we'd have the ship by now.

How can the Duke even offer a reward?
He holds no authority in Pisa.

All he needs
is one hungry man

in a scared city
to turn Da Vinci in.

I admit,
I'm impressed by 20 florins.

It's an attractive sum.

Put this one up. People shouldn't
have to suffer pedestrian artwork.

(WOMAN) Shellfish!
Shellfish, nice and fresh!

Get your fresh...

It smells like
a cheap whore.

Ah! Brings back
memories, eh?

Remember that ripe little
brothel back in Peretola?

Or have you switched
from fish to meat?

I don't know. Does your
mother qualify as meat?

Trout two florins.
Two florins for trout.

You can't really expect such
a price for trout, can you?

The Pope's damned us to hell,
cut us off from the world.

It will be harder
to buy anything hereon.

Tentacles...

The way this creature attaches
itself to its quarry.

Sort of like a leech.

Greedy, sheep-sucking sponge!

I make money through
connections, Zoroaster.

As would you if you
were more successful.

This shell provides
solid protection.

But moves too slowly.

Oh, shit. He's making
the connection himself.

Hey, you, with the face.
Do I know you?

That scampi you sold me had my
wife being sick for a week.

Yes, I think you know me.

My bride couldn't even shag
me on Midsummer Eve,

this scutmonger
made her so sick.

Is that right?
Is that right?

(MAN) Mind your backs.
Coming through!

Get out of the way, dear.

Don't want to do you
an injury now.

Mind your backs.
Coming through.

It's all right. Vespucci.

We need to go.
This creature solves it.

Marvelous. We have to go.
Yep...

(Bell tolls)

How could you have executed
Cardinal Orsini?

Our trade and banking partners
are deserting us

as they hear of Florence's
excommunication.

Surely you knew such action would
bring God's wrath upon our city.

Disavow her, Lorenzo,
to help us...

If anyone deserves God's anger,
is it not Cardinal Orsini?

Who befouled Easter Sunday, the
most holy day of the year?

Who plotted with traitors

to bring death into
our sacred cathedral?

Clarice carried out
my exact wishes.

Then both of you
can take credit

as our city
slowly starves.

Panic is an ugly thing,
gentlemen.

It makes people overreach.

Your Grace, people begin
to flee our Republic

seeking haven
from excommunication.

The ranks of my own
officers are thinning.

We cannot guarantee
order.

The Medici Bank will founder if we
cannot atone for Orsini's death.

Then the head of the Medici Bank
shall take action.

Surely I can reason
any antagonist to my side.

Just as I tamed the mobs
that ran amok in our city.

Neither the Pope
or King Ferrante

will receive any diplomatic
envoy from Florence.

But they will receive me.

They will not hide and delay given
the chance to speak to my face.

If you can only reach Naples.

You and I shall ride
there undercover.

Slip through Siena
and the Papal States

and confront King Ferrante
and his court directly.

You and I?

Your legal counsel
will be invaluable.

And I know most of the
Neapolitan court from my youth.

They will attend
my arguments.

And I will persuade Ferrante
that no alliance with Sixtus

ever benefits
the Pope's partners.

My love, perhaps you haven't
yet fully recovered from...

Being the one most hated and
persecuted by our enemies,

I may... by placing myself
in their hands,

be the means of restoring
peace to our city.

I am more bound
than other any man here

to give up all to my country.

Even my life.

But with no Medici authority
among the Signoria,

will we be able to defend
the city in your absence?

Clarice shall supply
that authority.

I trust her to act
on my behalf.

Obey to her as you would me.

A woman?
You cannot be serious.

Each word you speak against my
wife invites more retribution...

I will save our city...

...returning to hear
how you supported Clarice.

Or I will feed you your
fat fingers one by one.

Am I understood?

(Whimpers)

Florence awaits
our success.

Make way for His Eminence.

Make way for His Eminence.

Oh! God's wounds!
Walk steadily!

(Screaming)

Good morning, Cardinal.

Just relax.

If I wanted you dead then
my dear friend Quon Shan

would have done it
before you even knew.

What do you want?
To enlighten you.

As curator of
the Secret Archives,

you place value on clandestine
knowledge, do you not?

I have a secret I think
you might be interested in.

Ha! Said Eve to Adam.

Inside the Castel Sant'Angelo
the Pope holds a prisoner.

A man about whom
you care deeply.

How would a whore like you know
of the Pope's dealings?

(Cries out)

Don't believe me. Search every
corner of the Castel Sant'Angelo.

And then when you have found
the man that I describe,

you will come back here and
meet me, of your own accord.

What stops me from simply
ordering guards

to arrest you and your...
heathen mute?

When you discover whom
the Pope holds prisoner,

arresting us will be
the last thing on your mind.

It's perfect. It's perfect.
It's just as I asked.

Everything. Lamp oil,
grappling hooks,

three dozen leather skins,
glass, scrap iron.

And... from
my own collection,

these maps by the cartographer
Toscanelli should prove useful.

I still need a second well-balanced
sword should I face Duke Alfonso again.

Of course.
I'm glad you're pleased.

We spent most
of your coin on it all.

I thought you said...
Sssh.

What?
Didn't you spend it all?

Not in front
of the laborers.

They work for an advance
against future pay.

They won't take too kindly to
know there is no future pay.

We'll save that revelation
till after we're gone.

You are... As if you've never
duped anyone like this.

I dupe people
who deserve it.

Anyone gullible enough
to be duped deserves it.

Whatever pads one's purse
is fair game. No?

Well, don't tell me you work
for Da Vinci for free.

He doesn't pay you?

(Laughs)
Is he that well hung?

You plibbling,
flat-mouthed pustule...

Gentlemen! Your friend
is quick with insults.

But he does not endure
them so well.

What do you plan to make out
of all this... miscellany?

It's a new invention.
A mechanical fish.

Trout, salmon, cod?

Part trout, part turtle,
part lamprey.

Nature always produces ingenious
hybrids, so shall we.

Look! You and I shall
board this craft,

once I've calculated
how much air we need.

We then toss it into the sea,
float just beneath the surface,

paddling our way underwater until
we reach the side of the ship.

Grappling hooks will attach to its
hull, like the lamprey to the tuna.

We then wait till nightfall,
board the boat, free the slaves,

and in the resulting uprising,
the ship will be ours.

He's not kidding.
He never kids.

So you would get into a turtle
shell with him and drown there?

No, we'd just smash the glass and
swim to safety should it come to that.

Yes, and Alfonso's forces would
see you both hit the surface

and lance you through
with arrows and spears.

You agreed to help us
acquire a ship.

This... is how we'll do it.

I suggest you support it,

seeing how your own plan
failed utterly.

You must know... you're mad.

I've heard it said.

Lunatics think
much of themselves.

I'll not be part
of your madness.

Not that I mind
seeing him go,

but can we afford to lose
our expert on ships

and their capabilities?

To work!

Clearly you meant it when you said
you didn't deserve your family,

for now you would
vanish on us.

In the name
of protecting you.

I nearly lost you to assassins
on Easter Sunday.

Now you dream you can ride into
the court of our enemies

without getting killed.

There must be a subtler
way to negotiate.

In our plight
subtlety will no longer do.

Your plan for Giuliano
to marry Camilla Pazzi,

that was a subtle plan
that got my brother killed.

Deep down I doubted
the notion.

I... should
have gone with my gut.

That's what Giuliano would have
done, and from now on, I do too.

You blame me
for Giuliano's death?

I wasn't making
that exact point.

No, no,
you were being subtle.

And you're right — fuck subtlety.

Well, now, your real
feelings for me emerge.

I could have obliged the
Signoria and had you thrown out.

Claimed your actions
stemmed from an anger

I could not quell
in my weakened state,

yet... yet I defended you.

A man and woman,
one in marriage.

You've never
believed that.

You see matrimony
as a political tool.

Your grandfather
chose a safe wife from Rome

as a matter
of strategy.

I've tried, but you keep me
outside your heart.

You'll have no luck
using that on me.

No...

This... is for her.

No, no. Clarice, no.

Now it is a masterpiece.

Let's talk of your
vaunted gut instinct.

The one that invited
this whore into our home.

A Roman spy in our court.

Lucrezia...? What...?

No one dared to tell you.

It falls to your
dutiful bride.

Lucrezia Donati betrayed you
to Sixtus and the Pazzi.

Your gut instinct is why
you no longer have a brother.

(Gasps)

Ask Dragonetti
if you don't believe me.

He knows
all of Lucrezia's sins.

Not that she
matters anymore.

Riario likely
killed her days ago

when her uses
reached an end.

What she did was
intrigue and deception.

What I do now
is the opposite.

I'm confronting Ferrante
man to man.

I will save my city.

(MAN) Hang on,
I'm slipping.

Steady.
Steady!

Hold it.

From this angle,

if we paddle west
by southwest for 30 minutes

at 18 revolutions
per minute,

we should reach the hull of the
Sentinel just before dusk.

We'll wait for darkness, scale
the side of the ship...

...and start a revolution.

Time to make history.

And you're sure
we have enough air?

A man at rest breathes one
modius of air per minute.

If we keep to the count, 18 revolutions
per minute, we'll be fine.

Wait. If you die down there,
how do we get paid?

Fish us up, and sell
the remains as salvage.

Heave-ho!

Got it?
Yep.

You in?
Yeah.

Where did you put the pisser?

Tie a knot in it,
it's long enough.

Right.

MAN: Can you hear me?
Okay.

Right, they're ready. Prepare
to cast off. Watch it!

This part's working.

Gravity's sinking us down.
Indeed.

No, we're not, we're not
springing any leaks.

It means
the waterproofing's holding.

When do we start paddling? Once
we stop sinking, and stabilize.

Right. When is that?

(Thud)
Oh, shit.

If you wanted a vessel that sinks
to the bottom, why didn't you ask me?

One step at a time.

Now we just simply
release some ballast...

...until we reach
the correct depth.

Damn,
this could actually work.

Time to start moving.

Remember, 18 revolutions
per minute.

Yes? Push.

(Chuckles)

Ha-ha-ha!

(Gasps)

(Neck snaps)

(Coughs)

(Chuckles) Haven't seen
one of these in ages.

Do you still play?

Who are you? What have you done
to deserve your chains?

It's good to see you again,
Lupo.

How many years has it been?

God in heaven...

What are you?

In your heart
you know what I am.

The one true hope.

Huh.

Is it true what Captain Sindona
tells me?

Yes. I can lead you
to Da Vinci.

Weren't you with him when the
bastard tried to steal my ship?

Money is money.

I've seen your bounty posters that offer
much more than that lunatic can pay.

You'll get the florins when
I have the knave in hand.

Where is he? In a storehouse
I leased out, by the waterfront.

Building an insane contraption he
thinks will get him to your ship.

I'll take you there.

Perhaps you stay here while I
send men to your storehouse.

If you're lying, I eviscerate
you and pitch you over the bow.

As you will.

Go where he tells you.
Yes, sir.

And is it possible that you never
recovered Da Vinci's dagger?

The slaves refuse
to hand it over.

(Coughing)

Finding it means looking close
enough to get your throat slashed.

And we don't have a man
to spare.

Clever little shits,
aren't they?

Adamu, Mihail...

The other vassals
listen to you.

Produce the weapon or the women
among you suffer.

One by one until you obey.

(Cries out)

Not today.

What's your name?
Yana.

You are mistaken.
From now on, your name is...

Toy.

Free her ankles. Keep her wrists
bound and see her to my chambers.

Yes, sir.

If you are
Francesco della Rovere,

who wears
the Pope's robes?

I never knew you
to have a twin brother.

He fled our family.

When young.

(Chuckles)
We were happy he left.

And then one morning,

after my election
to the Papacy,

Alessandro...

...seized me by surprise.

Threw me in this cell, keeping
me alive for his own reasons.

Killing all those
who plotted with him.

Save only Riario.

How do I know
you are not the imposter?

Test us!

Do you recall... why
I chose the name Sixtus...

...when I became Pope?

That I do. Because I
came from nothing.

The name Sixtus
means polished.

Refined.

My private rebuke to those
who mocked my upbringing,

when we were young scholars.

Only you and I know that.

See if the pretender does.

You might want to take a
look where we're going.

I calculated the speed and flow of the
current, I have a compass to direct us.

To be honest, I really only put a window
there to keep you entertained.

So you don't need to know about the
sunken wreck we're steering towards?

Well, how close is it?

Four braccia, maybe. Three?

Pedal faster.
What?

The current could save us.

We'll use up air
if we speed up.

Our ramming a submerged hull
might use up air as well.

Quicker, faster.

Oh!
(Water splashing)

(Groans)

Oh, shit.

We could be in for a bath.

Which is better:
drowning, asphyxiating,

or surfacing and being punctured
by Alfonso's men?

Just pedal. Hold your breath.

You want help with that?

I'm surprised you can
still walk after last night.

(Man laughs)
What were you up to?

She was a beauty.
(Laughter)

(Chatter continues)

I was green with jealousy.

I'm surprised you
can keep her satisfied

with what you've got
between your legs.

(Laughter and chatter)

Yeah, dream on, mate.
Dream on.

I am just a bit concerned we're
gonna die.

We're almost there.
It will be night soon.

You didn't calculate we'd be
losing buckets of air before.

(Thud)
Success.

Are we out?
Then it's not success.

How long till darkness?

An hour.

Right.
Start patching these leaks.

With what, exactly? The excrement
currently filling my pants?

If you want our air to last,
try shutting up.

(Tinkles)

Fabrizio, surely you know I shall
be dining alone this evening.

My lady, I was told
there was a guest.

Family should dine together.

Guards! Who the hell are you?

Carlo de Medici, my lady.

Bastard son of Lorenzo's
grandfather Cosimo de Medici.

Half-brother
to your father-in-law.

I have lived here for years.
Why have I never met you?

I have traveled many years
as a missionary.

Until the cruelty of the world made
me doubt the Church and its message,

as you have had reason
to doubt Rome yourself.

Hearing of the threats
my family faces from the Pope

I have returned home
to offer my aid.

My family faces many enemies.

You'll understand if I have
doubts as to your identity.

The proof I belong here
is in the very walls.

(Click)

How fortuitous that you wanted
to see me, Lupo.

How so, Your Holiness?

A guard said you entered a tunnel
that's been untouched for centuries.

Am I not free to come and go in
the Archives, as I wish?

In fact, the reason I was there
was why I wish to see you.

I've been wondering how we might observe
the anniversary of your papacy,

and so sought to consult relics
from the last Pope Sixtus.

But then thought
to seek your counsel.

Why did you choose
the name... Sixtus, I wonder?

No other Pope has gone by that
name in nearly a millennium.

Were you not there
when I chose it?

My age betrays me.

My mind is no Secret Archive
holding everything.

When I took the throne
Rome was in decay.

I wanted to restore it to
the glory of an earlier era.

Like Pope Sixtus The Third
before me,

who built so much
of our city.

Hm. Yes.

How could I have
forgotten...

Your Holiness?

Lorenzo never
showed you this?

There I am.

Not as handsome as I am
in real life, I admit.

And painted many...
many years ago.

Fabrizio, you recognize me
from your childhood, no?

When your father served at table
for Lorenzo's father and myself.

Yes, I think so.
I was young.

Do the servants still keep bottles
of acacia-blossom grappa?

Hidden beneath the rags
in the cellar?

They do indeed,
Your Grace.

That was always
my favorite.

Bring up a bottle.
I'd love to enjoy some now.

Ah, it's getting hard
to breathe.

Almost dark.

Just a little while longer.

Next time...I won't build this
submersible so quickly.

Please...

You have failed us,
Da Vinci.

You are not the one we hoped.
You are not the one...

It is a dark hour,
and your arrogant belief

that you are capable of anything
has only made it darker.

Leo.

Leo!

Fire! Fire in the hold!

(Men shouting)

Put it out!

Fire in the hold!
(Shouting)

Upper deck!
More water!

Amerigo came through.
(Men shouting)

(Splash)
Quick.

More water!
Get some more!

This sword I carry bears the
words "Freedom for the people".

We will loose your chains.

Fight with us to seize the ship and
we will grant you that freedom.

They bring food for us soon.
You won't have enough time.

Leo, these are serious locks.

Right.

Someone will have to distract Duke
Alfonso whilst you free them all.

You'll find him
in his bedchamber.

You can't take on Alfonso. Does
"ripped you to shit" mean anything?

Two swords will not help that much.
The Duke is seemingly unbeatable.

You said yourself you
can't best him man to man.

Well, I'll redefine winning.

Leo, you are hammered
from lack of air.

He knows your weak spots.
Then work fucking fast.

Don't let me get killed
for nothing, yeah?

Vespucci.
Can you give me a hand?

Vespucci!

Well...

I didn't think I needed
more motive to kill you.

Clearly I was wrong.

There's nowhere to run.
What's your strategy, knave?

Do you know,
I could use some air.

(Laughs)

Actually,
I thank you.

This will be even more satisfying
than screwing that Circassian gash.

(Chuckles)

(Both cry out)

Time to accept your fate,
Da Vinci.

I must confess
I was distracted

by the thought
of your imminent defeat.

(Both laugh)

It's almost a shame
to kill you.

What a court
jester you'd make.

Then again,

what a trophy you'll make
for Father's museum.

Aaargh!

You asked about my strategy.

Well, these souls
you carried into bondage,

far outnumber your men.

And they're rather motivated.
They will kill you...

if you do not
deed this ship... to me.

Now...

Before you let him go...

(Laughs)

Aargh! Aargh!

Aaargh!

Toy.

You read
my people's language.

Yeah. Pick up what I can.

(Bell tolling, dogs barking)

I've seen what you intended.

Now you have to choose...

to serve the true Pope,
or a deceiver.

But how did you...
of all people...

...know this...

when I did not?

You wondered from the first why
Riario chose me as a spy.

That prisoner is my father.

(Gasps)

What am I to do
with this knowledge?

It's simple enough.
Take me to see him.

Go on, move.

You sail with this scum,
Captain?

Understand, my lord,
my ship is my life,

and my treasure — whoever charters it.

You would put the son
of King Ferrante

on a pinnace
sailing back to Pisa?

Naples will know of
this insult, Da Vinci.

We will bury you and
every leader of Florence.

Well, show them
your battle scar.

Regale them
with every detail.

Oh, particularly
the part where you lost.

I'm indebted to you all.

I hope you never
have to wear chains again.

We thank you,
and pray you are right.

And when we reach Cape Verdi, any of
you who do not wish to accompany us,

to a new world... may leave.

Your lives
will be your own again.

But...

we do still have need
of more crew...

to brave the oceans with us.

And we promise you,
we promise you half

of whatever we find
on our journey.

Free of your chains.

As all should be
in the world I hope to see.

(Crew members call out)

How are you here?

Where is the astrolabe to guide
you safely through the storms?

Where is the map to lead you
to the Book of Leaves?

So, I may... I may have deviated
from your plan,

but I have not abandoned
my quest.

In no future
that we perceived,

did you find another ship.

Maybe I'm making
my own future.

There is a price for straying from
the course of the river of time.

And it will be paid in the
blood of those who follow you.

Instead of issuing
dire predictions,

you might help me
get back on track.

Better to let the river
carry you along,

than to exhaust yourself
fighting it.

Everything I...

Everything
I have ever achieved

has been accomplished
by fighting to exhaustion.

I know no other way.

This journey...

...is entirely of your
own making, Da Vinci.

So, know this.

You will either lead us
all to illumination,

or into further darkness.

Who are you
talking to?

Myself.

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
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