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— Leonardo.

— It speaks with
my mother's voice!

— Don't take the book away
from my people.

— There was no book.

— Duke Federico
surrounds Florence.

— Perhaps it is
time to strike.

— Lorenzo di Medici.

— What a priceless opportunity
to discuss your surrender.

— She was your mother.

— This is where faith
has carried me.

— What personal business would
the son of the Sultan

have with the prized mistress
of Lorenzo di Medici,

— Signora Donati?

— You came here
expecting peace?

— Rid my house
of this filth.

— We shall soon know
the truth

without laying a hand
upon you.

— How could that device
be built without

the knowledge of the Book of Leaves?

— Leo, it's a miracle!
The quest is far from over.

— ♪ — DaVinci's Demons 2x09 — ♪ —
The Enemies of Man
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Original Air Date on May 17, 2014

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(RIARIO) — As I recall,

— the mechanism was only
minimally damaged.

— Your talent for
compounding disaster

is truly impressive.

— I have compounded nothing.

— In order to repair it,

— I had to take it apart
to examine its inner workings.

— Without access
to the correct tools…

(Groans in frustration)

— I will get it functioning again.

— Possibly.

— But you would be wiser to
forsake this fatal quest

— and resume your
artistic endeavors.

— You sound like my maestro.

— Return to him, Da Vinci.

— As I will return to mine.

— You're going back to Rome?

— Without the Church, I…

— Well, I'm nothing.

— I will place myself entirely
at the Pope's mercy.

— You do realize…

… Sixtus may show you none?

— Perhaps that's what I deserve
for worshiping false idols.

(MAN) — Land ho!

— It's felt surprisingly
civilized to be your ally.

— Well, we may have survived
this journey together.

— But in a few moments,

any alliance we may have had
will come to an end.

(SOOTHSAYER) — Where are you from?

— Florence.

— Who sent you here?
(Echoes)

— The Pope.

— What is your name?

— Lucrezia… Donati.

— Where are you from?

— Florence.

— Who sent you here?
— The Pope.

— What is your name?
Lucrezia Donati.

— Where are you from?
Florence.

— Who sent you here?
The Pope.

— What is your name?
— Lucrezia…

— Where are you from?
— Florence.

— Who sent you here?
— The Pope.

— What is your name?
— Lucrezia…

— Where are you from?
— Who sent you here?

— What is your name?

— What does it matter?

— Day after day, you've asked me
the same three questions,

over and over again — it's insanity.

— Where are you from?

— Florence.
— Who sent you here?

— Pope Sixtus… Bishop of Rome…

— Holy Father of the Christian Church.

— His Holiness sends an invitation to parley.

— As I've already told you,

my father only seeks peace.

— Where are you sending him?
What's happening?

— Signora Donati?

— I gather you have finally
revealed your truth to us.

— You seem to think that this
slave woman is an oracle.

— But she has asked me
only the same questions

— and I have given her
only the same answers.

— That's where you're wrong.

— With each answer, a prisoner
gives slight variations.

— A word changed here or there,
a hesitation at someone's name.

— What have you discovered?

— There are two popes.

— One remains hidden,
he is her father.

— He seeks no peace.

— He seeks war.

(Thunder crashes)

— Ah, Florence, you wretched hive
of shit and sin!

— I have fucking missed you!

— Is it after curfew?

— It shouldn't be.

— The lamps in Giotto's tower
are dark.

— Something's amiss.
— Exactly! I'm not drunk yet.

— There you and I agree.

— Come on, painter, our first round's on me.

— That'll be the fucking day!

— When I've finished my maps…

— Listen! … of the New World,

— my Pisan friend Cristoforo will
make me a rich man.

— You two go along without me.
There's someone I must see.

— Great.

— One way or another,

— I knew that fate
would bring you home.

— Maestro.

— It's so good to see you.

— And you, my boy.

— It's wonderful to know
that you're both still alive.

— I've something to show you.
Before you do, Leo…

— I know you've always believed my
quest is foolish fire, but…

— I need your help.

— Now, we found this
in the city made of stone.

— What in God's name…

— It's a Brazen Head.

— That's impossible.

— It's just a myth. No, it's very real.

— This device, its machinations
are like nothing I've ever seen.

(Voices in street)
— We must hide it.

— Andrea, I need your help.

— Stop. There's something you must know.

— They came in here!

— There they are.

— Oh, for fuck's sake.

— We've literally just got back.

— So tell Captain Dragonetti

— he can save his harassment
until tomorrow.

— No need. Things have changed in
your absence, artista.

— I'm captain now.

— He hey.

— What's happened?
— I was trying to tell you, my boy.

— This place is no longer home.

(BLACK MARTIN) — Bring these two
to the palace.

(Woman screaming)

(Sobbing and wailing)

— Signora?

— Who did this to you?
— I did.

— Welcome home, artista.

— I wondered when Florence's famed
war engineer would turn up.

— Not quite the challenge
I expected.

— Why are you here?
— For money.

— The Holy Father paid my forces
a tidy sum to take Florence.

— Where's Lorenzo?

— He's gone to undo Naple's
alliance with Rome.

— You still believe that tale?

— It's more likely he's taken
another mistress.

— And slithered off to the safety
of France or Spain.

— Lorenzo would never
abandon Florence.

— Yet here I am,

sitting in his throne
among his many luxuries.

— His blade.

— It looks valuable.
— I know this piece.

— It's a bit smaller
than I remember.

— Old Cosimo's sword he bequeathed
to his grandsons.

— How'd you get
your hands on it?

— I swore to follow
its instructions.

— «Freedom of the people»?

— Look what freedom you

and Lorenzo have
achieved for your people.

— The fight's not over yet.

— Lorenzo will return.

— Of course he will. Where else will we bury him?

(Sighs)

— Your obstinacy
is becoming tedious.

— If you simply point
to where you relocated

— your bank's
golden stockpile,

— you and your family
will be allowed

— to live out the rest
of your days

on a small plot of land.

— Well, it is safely hidden behind
the walls of Florence.

— That's a lie.

— We've searched every
corner of the city.

— Impossible.

— What if I told you
that Duke Federico

sacked your beloved Florence…

..at my behest?

— Perhaps you should ask someone

— with direct knowledge
of the situation.

— The soul survivor
of your own militia.

— You're Bianchi's boy,
are you not?

— His youngest son.

— I'm now his only son.

— You have served
your republic well.

— Aargh!

— I beg to differ.

— Here lies proof, Lorenzo,

that all Florence
is under our command.

— Its citizens,
your daughters…

your wife.

— Perhaps under Federico,
she will finally bear a son.

— You kill me…

and I swear,
the Medici wealth

will forever remain
beyond your grasp.

— The men who guard it are
the only people, save myself,

who know its location.

— They will die before you ever
lay a hand on a single florin.

— Usurer.

— You are no better than
heathens, Turks or Jews.

— But I will willingly give
all the Medici gold to you…

— Your Grace,

if you can guarantee
the safety

of my republic
and its citizens.

— What balls!

— Our forces control
all of Tuscany.

— Alfonso, serious discussions are
no place for children.

— We will find their gold
eventually.

— Remove yourself!

— I remind Your Majesty,
we are already allied.

— This is not a negotiation.

— He is offering to make me
the richest man in Italy.

— This just became
a negotiation.

— Nico?

— Nico!

— Vanessa!

— Leo!

— There you are!

— I knew you wouldn't stay gone.
(Chuckles)

— Oh, look at you.
— Look at you.

— The physic said
— I'm due any day now.

— Those monsters
keeping you in here?

— Do they know you carry
Giuliano's child?

— They don't care.

— Oh!
— Hey, hey!

— Move!

— You need medical attention?
— Da Vinci!

— Yes.

— You should be honored.
— Why?

— The Duke has sent
his personal torturers

to have a word with you.

— Look at you, making yourself at home.

— My husband has been pacing
the halls for hours.

— But you seem vigorous
as ever.

— Well, you know I have
a robust appetite.

— Indeed.

— I must say, I'm very happy
to see you clean shaven.

— As you remember.

— Mm.

(Gasps)

(Grunts)

— For weeks, I have
imagined this moment.

— I rejoice that
it has finally arrived.

— Why are you here, Girolamo?

— Because you're the true hand
of God on earth.

— Because I was
a fool to believe

— I could gain
the Lord's grace

by following my father.

— I throw myself entirely
at your mercy.

— I beg you for
your forgiveness.

— Rise.

— My own father would have taken
the lash to me or worse.

— You'll never know how your
absolution soothes my soul.

— There is no absolution.

— Not from me.

— You stood by as your father
murdered my child.

— You commanded Lucrezia to whore herself

in the name of a false pope!

(Sobs)

— I will do whatever
you require to restore you

to your rightful place…

… to expose my father,

to put an end to
all the suffering

we've brought upon
the world in God's name.

— This will not be an end
of suffering, Girolamo.

— Not for you.

— Your suffering will not end
until the day you die!

— If what you seek
is forgiveness,

then I suggest you look
elsewhere.

— I cannot serve my father.

— If you will not take me…

… I have nothing.

— «Nothing» is what you deserve.

(Sobs)

— You're the sodomite?

— You might actually
enjoy this.

(Groans)

— Da Vinci?

— Yes?

— I always wanted to meet you.

— Though perhaps under different
circumstances.

— Carlo di Medici,
Cosimo's son.

— Yes.
A bastard, like yourself, I believe.

— So I've been told.

— I returned to aid
my family…

rather unsuccessfully.

— Well, is there no one left
who can fight for Florence?

— There may be some,
hidden in the shadows.

— But those who can fight
have been jailed.

Or worse.

(Distant wailing
and screaming)

— I'm feeling hoggish.

— Get us one more.

— The Duke knows his business.

— It's not every day we see
torturers with these credentials.

— This way.

— Move.

— It would be an honor
if you let me watch.

— The painter and I
have some history.

— I'd love it if you'd allow me
to deliver the opening blow.

— Torture is a learned art.

— But we may allow you,
if you are willing to…

… fondle our balls.

— Urgh!

(Chuckles)

— How the… It's a gift.

— Oh, we must release him
as well.

— He's a Medici.

— Right, now, put this on.

— What about the others?
— No time.

— They'll figure us out
unless we leave now.

— You're more use to them outside
of these walls Da Vinci.

— Put this on.

— The loyalists are holed up
at the Barking Dog.

(Shouting)

— Those fucking dogs are out for
blood tonight.

— They're looking for us, Leo.

— We've got to get out
of Florence,

— They'll turn this city upside
down till they find us.

— We're not leaving Florence.

— We have to take
the city back.

— You're out of your mind.
— He's right.

— Captain Dragonetti.

— Not since they stripped me
of my title.

— The Officers of the Night.

— Some of those are still
your own men.

— Traitors.

— How is she?
— Da Vinci confirms Clarice is still alive.

— I failed her and the whole city.

— There must be a way
of winning the city back.

— Duke Federico.

— His men work for money.
Take him out, they'll disperse.

— The Duke's no fool.

— He's covered all points of entry.

— The palace can't be impenetrable.

— I may have a way.

— One Urbino may not think
to guard.

— There's a grated opening
that provides ventilation

for the blacksmith's forge.

— And you'd enter the furnace?

— It leads up the chimney
to the roof.

— What if the forge is lit? You'd
be broiled alive.

— I've examined the entire palace
structure for weaknesses,

there are none.

— And yet three assassins entered
through windows just weeks ago.

— Windows?
— The clerestory windows.

— The ones in the roof.

— They open up to the bedrooms,
the gallery and the great hall.

— That may work.

— You'll never reach them
without being spotted.

— I need these items:

— Zo, eight planks of wood,
as pliable as possible.

— I'm not wandering the streets.
They're searching for us.

— I need a ten pound
iron weight,

— the bladder of a freshly-killed cow,

and some spongia soporifica.

— You'd poison their food?

— They're trained mercenaries.

— They avoid traps like
this by eating in shifts.

— They don't breathe in shifts.

— Fumes?

— Exactly. Hit them from above
and knock them out.

— Sorry. Sorry, with all due respect,

— how are we gonna infiltrate a palace

guarded by the most
brutal soldiers in Italy?

— Creatively.

— Relieve your thirst.

— Now you offer me help.

— No, wait.

— I did help you.

— You wanted them to know about
your father, did you not?

— Your only mission was
to get the son of the Sultan to Rome.

— Once that was accomplished, the
outcome was all but assured.

— If Bayezid is killed,
the result is war.

— If he is imprisoned, war again.

— If he is dishonored
and dismissed…

… retaliation will be required.

— The only outcome that would
undo your father's plan,

is if the pretender
were to consider peace.

— Which is an impossibility.

— When my father regains
his position,

and all of Italy
are united behind him,

he will restore peace.

— Yes.

— He will.

— The dead are always peaceful.

— I trust you are
as happy to see me

as I am to see you.

— I suppose even King Arthur

won a battle or two
with witchcraft.

— Arthur had a magician
at his disposal.

— And you are?

— I'm just a man.

— With varied interests,
like your father, Cosimo.

— Duke Federico has more men
outside the city gates.

— If we fail to deliver
your concoction,

they'll execute us all.

— We won't fail.

— The trajectories
of flying objects

— is something I've
become versed in of late.

— This…

— This armature employs a
semi-elliptical lead spring.

— It improves upon any catapult
those mercenaries

will have encountered.

— You are like my father.

— I'd wager you're just
as interested in the Book of Leaves.

— I've heard of it.

— We've got a problem!

— Dragonetti, Vespucci and your friend,

the Duke's soldiers
just caught them

taking wood
for your catapult.

— We have to help them.
— Da Vinci, wait!

— You'll fail.

— Oh, fuck! Fuck!

— The palace can be breached.

— That furnace.
— Yes.

— The grate providing ventilation
for the blacksmith's forge.

— Dragonetti said that
was too dangerous.

— He did.

— But he's no bastard.

— This way. This way.

— It's warm.
— We only have a few moments

before it's hot enough
to cook us through.

— After you.

— You, girl.

— Come with me.

— You!
— She's pregnant, you pig.

— Her mouth isn't pregnant.

— I may not win
this fight.

— But you may not leave this cell
with all of your parts.

(Laughs)

— Get up, you little shit.

— I bet you're not even
the one who stuck it in her.

— Shit!

— Nico, are you okay?
— It's alright.

(Grunting)

— Aargh!

(Grunting and straining)

— Thank you.

— Are you ready?
— Okay.

— Let's go.

(Coughing and spluttering)

— Oh.

— Thank you.
— Are you alright?

— I will be when this is over.

— Get to the great hall.

(MAN) — More wine!

(Lewd laughter)

— Oh, yeah! Ohh!

(Men cheering) — Sure you don't want
a taste?

— Soon enough, you'll give
yourself to me willingly.

— It's the only way
— I'll have you.

— Signore, the Florentine rebels
that we caught.

— That one's caused me lots
of grief since we arrived.

(Cheering)

— Yes, I've taken shits more
impressive than these two.

— What do you think? Shall we have
some entertainment?

(Cheering)

— More wine!

— More wine, come on.
(Chuckles)

— Ruff! Ruff!

(Fizzing)

— Clarice?

— Carlo? You took long enough.

— It's okay.

— It's okay.

(Laughter)

— We only need one
of them to dangle

in front of the city
as an example.

— Let's leave it up to them to choose.
— Yeah!

— 100 on the skinny one!
(Shouting)

— They expect us
to fight?

— To the death,
for their amusement.

— Well, they're
fucking mad!

— Especially if they
bet on you.

— You'll be dead
before second course.

— You would kill me?

(Shouts of encouragement)

(Yells)

— Go on!

— Who's the cum-chucker now?

— Wait, look!

— What in God's name is that?

— Leo.

— Wait!

— Bastard!
(Coughing and spluttering)

(Groans)

(Coughs)

(Yells)

— You're a sly little
swordsman for a painter.

— That the best you can do?

— Oh, nearly.

— Why do I keep fucking
missing you?

— One eye, maybe?

— Well, you said it yourself,

— I'm a sly little
swordsman for a painter.

— And you've got one weakness that I've
been forced to exploit.

— You lack perspective.

— Da Vinci, stay your hand!

— Tell him, woman.

— I'm the Duke of Urbino.

— There'll be a tribunal.

— My fate won't be decided
by some Florentine bastard.

— I'll be judged by my
fellow heads of state.

— That you will.

— Guilty.

(Water splashing)

(Gasps)

— Why are you doing this?

— To prepare you,
for what comes next.

— I will embrace your mercy
that you granted.

— Or if you so desire,

— I will embrace my penance.

(Mutters)

(Music and cheering)

(Cheering)

(Cheering)

(Celebrations continue
outside)

— Duke Federico's men
have abandoned the city.

— I thank you, Leonardo.

— Anyone would have done
the same in my position.

— Where does this
humility come from?

— It doesn't suit you.

— I've had an enlightening
few months, Signora.

— As have I.

— I believe this is yours.

— I may carry it but it
belongs to your husband.

— There's a reason Lorenzo
wanted you to have it.

— Leo, my boy!

— Oh. I'm sorry, Signora.

— I won't keep him long
but he must come with me at once.

— I have something
to show you.

— Your Grace.

— In our conversation
last night, we…

we found that we both

have something of value
to offer each other.

— Please accept my offer
to share my good fortune

with Naples

and our successes
will know no bounds.

— Your Grace, will you… ?

— It seems as if my father's
desire to negotiate

has cooled.

— My father valued power
above all else.

— He taught me well.

— His cruelty prepared me
for this moment.

— He was going to accept
your offer.

— But in the end

— I could not allow
that to happen.

— Join me, my queen.

— Would you be so kind as
to tell your old friend

the King's verdict?

— King Alfonso pledges to
act as the sword of Rome

rejecting your offer
of alliance.

— I look forward to our
deepening communion, Your Highness.

— Now, Lorenzo,

shall we discuss
the pending matter of your gold?

— Well, this is all
foreign to me.

— For the first time,
my boy,

— I think there may be something
to this Book of Leaves of yours.

— Oh.

— Well, what happened
to foolish fire?

— Well, perhaps
the only fool is me.

— Well, this device runs
using gold helical springs.

— Right.
— As luck would have it,

my experience as a goldsmith

has allowed me to repair this wonder.

— I took a closer look at the
circular discs inside the mechanism.

— Yes.
— And you can see

these curious grooves
and ridges etched into them

like a sculpture.

— I realized that they must
have been chiseled in.

— With amazing precision.
— Yes.

— And this needle-like piece when placed
upon the corresponding grooves

moved along at a steady pace.

(Slow speech)

— The resulting combination
created sound.

— My mother's message.
— Yes. In its entirety.

— Leonardo, my dearest.

— I was betrayed.

— I could not keep the Book of Leaves here.

— The only way you will find its location

— is if you give up your quest for me.

— You must beware of The Labyrinth.

— Beware the enemies of man.

— They are everywhere.

— So is that… Is that… that's all?

— I expected more.
— There is.

— If you're truly listening.

— Leonardo, my dearest.

— I was betrayed.

— I could not keep the Book of Leaves here.

— The only way you will…
There are other hidden ridges.

— Other channels.

— Those musical tones
in the background.

— You've been trying to decode
a message in your mother's voice

but beyond the voice…

There's a code in the music.

— The words are smoke and mirrors, Leo.

— Like everything we do.
— Yes.

— Paints on canvas.

— But in the end, what are we but
masters of illusion?

— And my mother is… One of us.
She's one of us.

— What separates us from the
garment maker and the stone mason?

— Ideas.

— Vibrant colors,
yes, but beneath them,

— out of sight
from the untrained eye,

— meaning.

— Girolamo Riario.

— You were dead.

— Now you're born again.

— Who are you?

— We are the enemies of man.

(Musical chimes
and one flat note)

— Heard of the Spanish
theorist Ramos de Pareja?

— No.

— He translated musical
notation into a 21-letter system

— as a way of spelling words with notes.

— Do you know, all these years,

— I never knew
you could read music.

— I learnt to play
the lute when I was eight.

— There was a girl involved.

— Naturally.

— And a boy.
— Of course.

— You never took the simple path.

— Look, look, look,
— What, what, what?

— These notes correspond
to the same three words in Latin

repeated again and again.

— Liber. Domus. Parvulus.

— Book. Home.
— And child.

— But what does it mean?

— It means
my mother's alive.

— She left the vault
with the Book of Leaves

and took it somewhere
she knew I would find it.

— A child's home.
— It's my childhood home.

— It's in Vinci.

— Oh… Right.

— I'll ready some horses.

— You're not coming with me.

— After all the nonsense this quest
of yours has put me through,

— how could I not?

— I heard you.

— I had faith that you
still thought of me.

— And you do.

— You do.

— A fascinating device.

— Yes. It's one I picked up
on my recent travels.

— A precious gift
from your mother.

— How… She's a lot like you.

— And just the same, she too will pay
for the sins of Daedalus.

— What did you just say?
I have said enough!

(Cries out)

— I knew Caterina for years.

— She spoke in codes.

— You'll realize soon enough Vinci
is not what she meant.

— You?
— You're The Labyrinth?

— We go by many names.

— The Bible describes the Devil
as a serpent lying in wait.

— That would be fitting.
Except there's only one serpent

and we are as plentiful
as blades of grass.

— Your… your father Cosimo

was a Son of Mithras.

— Right until the day
I took his life.

— They came here when I
was just a little girl.

— We call them the Sun
and the Moon.

— The man
was dark as night.

— It was you.

— As I claimed the book
from the Vault of Heaven

— your mother took it
from me and vanished.

— She's good at that.
Disappearing.

— Like you
we've searched for her.

— She has eluded our grasp
at every turn.

— But she made a mistake.

— She left us one last way
to find the book,

— one last map.

— She left us you.

And you just fulfilled
your destiny, Da Vinci.

— You led us right to it.

— Is everything alright?

(Gasping)
— I heard a commotion.

— Leo. No…

— No, run. Run.

— Run. Run.

— What have you
done to him?

— Answer me!
(Screams) No!

(Sobs)

— Who's in there?

— Call the guards!
— Guards!

Quickly!

(Grunts)

— It's alright…

— Oh, Maestro.

— I will fix this.

— Maestro.

— I swear to you.

— I will make this right.

I know you will, my boy.

You know no other way.

(Sobs)

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