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- (Cries out)
- Argh!

[NICCO) 'Otranto has fallen.
Sixtus fears Rome is next.'

[SIXTUS) 'It will be coming
for us. For me.'

We must rally the faithful
under the banner of Rome.

Call for a Crusade?

'And have positioned myself
in the Pontiff's good graces.

His Holiness
has agreed to the Crusade.'

But my beloved husband's death
will prove an excellent motivator.

I shall happily
support the cause.

Clarice Orsini is here
in Rome looking for you.

[DEUCALION) 'She intends
to destroy us.'

After tonight she will no
longer be anyone's concern.

(Groans)

Where the hell
is Carlo de' Medici?

The Ottoman Empire may have
one or two surprises, for Signor Da Vinci.

Leonardo Da Vinci
will save all of Italy!

'My dear husband...

Word from Otranto is grave.

The city has been taken

and those who
did not flee were martyred.

Though I may despise you
for your actions,

my own in your absence have
been equally despicable.

I now find myself in Rome

on a desperate mission
to rectify my sins.'

(Man groans)

Feeling neglected?

My sincere apologies.

Let us resume
our conversation.

Tell me more
about your colleagues.

This Labyrinth,
where can I find them?

Sorry?

(She chuckles)

- Typically...
- (Sniffs)

..others do this sort
of thing on my behalf.

I wonder,

is it more of a slice...

..or a chop?

Argh!

(Groans)

Where is Carlo de' Medici?

Argh!

(Footsteps)

I asked for privacy!

(Creak and click)

Shbeeb, are you there?

(Movement)

Who's there?

- (Movement)
- (Gasps)

(Panting)

You...

(Theme music)

♪ DaVinci's Demons 3x03 ♪
Modus Operandi
Original Air Date on November 8, 2015

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

♪ ♪

'(Cries and explosions)'

'(Explosions)'

Bad dreams?

Did you bind me
to my saddle?

You were mad.

Stark raving.

I keep seeing them.

Who?

Everyone who died.

- Because of me.
- Hey, not because of you.

Tell that to them.

They've lost everything.

So have I.

I'm sorry
about your father, Leo.

There's nothing
you could have done.

The Turks ran all over us.
There was no stopping them.

I have to find a way.

You'll feel better
once we're home.

We're not going home.

Not yet.

Without Lorenzo, the Council of One Hundred
won't back my endeavors.

Sorry, what endeavors?

Saving Italy
from the Turks.

Well, if you're going
to dream, dream big.

We need to
head north-west.

What, towards Rome?

- The Vatican.
- Your madness remains.

Only Rome
has the resources we need.

- They're our only hope.
- Pope Sixtus our only hope?

We might as well
go back to Otranto,

put our own fucking
heads on the chopping block.

Don't you have faith in me,
Zo?

Of course.

But there's a limit.

Why the fuck
did I untie him?

- Come on!
- (Horse neighs)

[SIXTUS)
This is a grave error.

I should have
stayed safely in my cell.

If His Holiness
remains in hiding,

he will find it increasingly difficult
to sell courage to others.

I feel exposed.

Our sins allow us no cover.

The Almighty
is always watching.

Really? I hope
He enjoys what he sees.

I understand you intend to summon
the leaders of the Republics to Florence

rather than Rome.

Florence has always
resisted the Vatican.

If we turn them to our
side, others will follow.

Mm.

A Pageant of Arms
to terrify and inspire.

Skeletons of the faithful

adorned and displayed to stir
hearts and souls to battle.

Troops of the Condottieri Legion
march in battle formation

while thespians re-enact
the horrors of Otranto.

The Republics will only
loosen their purse strings

if real terror
loosens their bowels.

And so for our climax.

We reveal the captive
Turk Devil in the flesh.

(Mumbling softly)

What is it doing?

Praying for mercy,
I presume.

The Turks pray to their
gods several times a day

in the direction of
the holy city of Mecca.

There is only one
holy city.

Rome. Of course.

I was merely illuminating
the creature's beliefs.

Well, that just won't do.

(Whimpers)

Show me some fang,
you heathen cur.

(Whimpers)

- (Grunts)
- (Whimpers)

- (Growls)
- (Whimpers)

(Cries out)

Not very hearty, are they?

I would have thought
these Turks were made of sterner stuff.

We need them to bleed
for our cause,

not for your
perverse amusement.

You make your bed
with a bloodthirsty witch, Girolamo.

If we are to prevail,
we must be united.

I'd sooner unite my cock
with an ant-hill.

Do we have your blessing,
Your Holiness?

In nomine Patris, et Filii,
et Spiritus Sancti.

You're really going to grab your ankles
and bow down before you-know-who.

What are you saying?

Are you not with us?

No.

Not if us means him.

You're back?

You're alive.

I'm not sure which of us
is the worse for wear.

That would be you.

I was spared
the horrors of Otranto.

Nice thing, too.

Would have mussed up
your fine little outfit there.

- We need them.
- No, you need them.

Nothing to do with me.

You should go.

Your Holiness...

So, Da Vinci.

You have come to seek
my blessing.

If I needed a blessing from the Pope,
I'd climb into Castel Sant'Angelo

and see a prisoner there.

I'm afraid you would find
only an empty cell.

Will you excuse us,
my child?

Your Holiness.

Is this the Da Vinci
you spoke so highly of?

The architect of war?

Signora Cereta of Venice.

The architect
of the Pope's Crusade.

Well, if you want to take on the force
of the Ottomans, you should stay,

- hear what I have to say.
- Hm.

I don't need you
to talk to heaven.

I just need you to help me
bring hell to the Turks.

I tried to help you.

Warned you that the Sons of Mithras were
in bed with the Ottomans,

yet you were
too proud to listen.

And look at you now.

It's like you've been dragged naked
through the mud of failure.

Indeed, Your Holiness.

He seems more casualty of
war than architect of such.

And yet he intrigues me.

Perhaps he could be useful
to your holy endeavor.

Which will fail unless armed with the
engines of destruction.

Mechanisms of war
that I will design

and you will pay me
to construct.

You were outsmarted
at every turn.

I would sooner hire a flock of angels
and alight into the heavens.

Your Holiness,
Da Vinci is a master.

I know of his virtues

and his failings.

He may succeed
where you have failed.

We are still under the threat of
an assassin in our midst.

I'm sure Signora Cereta
would sleep better at night

were the killer of
Cardinal Rodrigo found.

Prove yourself and
I shall pledge my support.

And now
you may take your leave,

Leonardo Da Vinci.

(Panting)

The Da Vinci I knew would sooner
gnaw off his own hand

that kiss the ring
of Pope Sixtus.

Well, much has changed
since we saw the far side of the world.

(Dogs barking)

What, what is this murder
that vexes him so?

Why, why do I have to waste my time doing
a job better suited to a Papal Guard?

Cardinal Rodrigo, one of the Pontiff's
most trusted advisors,

was discovered mutilated
in a Vatican chapel not far from here.

His Holiness believes,
and I concur,

that his brother
is behind this.

In concert with
the Sons of Mithras.

Show me.

The Cardinal
was found here.

Hanging from this...

Dethroned, bleeding out
onto the marble.

An inverted crucifixion.

Hm.

- The body was stripped.
- Mm.

Mutilated.

Lips sewn shut, the heart
excised and the corpse...

..suspended...

suspended in the manner
of Saint Peter.

It's akin to a work of
religious symbolism and imagery.

The killer...is an artist.

An artist?

Choices were made on
account of light and shadow.

This is the modus operandi
of an aesthete.

Where I use paint
and canvas,

this artist
uses blood and bone.

And don't you see?

The killer we hunt
is a pious man.

Really? This monster cleaved the heart
of the Cardinal from his chest.

Look at his work
and wonder...why.

I take it the dead man's
heart was never found.

- No.
- No.

What does the heart
represent?

To a man of God.

The heart is sacred.

So where would we put
something sacred?

The sacred heart
of Our Lord.

Now, if the killer placed
something sacred in the Tabernacle,

maybe he took something
sacred out.

The flesh of Christ.

Why would this monster
administer Last Rites to his victim?

He's sorry.

You weren't at breakfast this morning.
Nor dinner last night.

I'm sorry. These damned
accounts and ledgers...

You know, when I left home
for Florence, my father called me a fool.

I wanted nothing to do
with the notary business.

- And yet here I am.
- Nicco, I can help, you know?

I told you I could help.

You're amazing.

6,000 florins?

My God, the officers of the
Condottieri are well paid.

Yes, if we can't equip them,
feed them,

Rome will hire them out
from under us.

(Sighs) We must find the
necessary funds.

I can't think from where.

Perhaps I should return to
work at the Barking Dog.

Hustling drinks could
afford us a sword or two.

Well, your tips are low
given your...

Given my reputation?

Your beauty.

Still, I had barely enough
to survive.

Perhaps if I'd upgraded to
brothels and gambling dens

where everything
is tax free...

Vanessa, you're brilliant.

You are a genius to rival
Leonardo himself.

What did I say?
Where are you off to?

Tax collecting.

(Passing horses' hooves)

Da Vinci...

"Fetch me this.
Build me that."

Well, I built
a bloody submarine.

(Men laughing)

A ship that moves...

..underwater.

Underwater, you prick.

I followed him across the
ocean to the New World.

Nearly died helping him.

Think he says "Thank you"?
Does he fuck!

Da Vinci?

The heretic sodomite
of Florence?

He promised us victory
and instead ensured our destruction.

Who dares slander
the greatest mind who's ever lived?

If he were here now, I'd
make him pay for his sins.

(Cries out)

(Grunting)

Argh!

Come on, that's enough.
Leave the drunk.

(Zoroaster groaning
and muttering)

Lucrezia.

(Laughs)

You were here
the whole time?

Didn't occur to you to
lend an old friend a hand?

Those days are long gone.

(Groans)

I'm pleased to see you.

You too.

- Is Leo...
- He's alive.

And a righteous ass.

He left me at the gates
of the Vatican.

Strode inside, hell-bent
on getting in bed with the Pope.

Sixtus?

He hates that man as much as I do.
Why would he conspire with that devil?

He believes it'll
help him beat the Turks.

He never listens.

I think he's messed up
in the head.

Me too.

I have something.

Something that can
ease your pain.

I prefer the beef.

Cardinal Rodrigo's,
I presume?

Adorned to represent the
Sacred Heart of Christ.

It's a potent symbol of
religious iconography.

Is this to be
an art lesson?

Or an inquiry into murder?

A work of art can be
a window into the soul of the artist.

So in the same way the killer's mayhem
may be a glimpse into who he might be.

Now, he's an educated man

of your faith or at least
steeped in its rituals.

He's devout,
driven to kill and...

..yet horrified
by his own actions.

A disturbed priest,
perhaps?

You suspect
a man of the cloth?

The killer administered
Last Rites to his victim

before sealing the Holy Communion
in the Cardinal's mouth.

He is someone
filled with regret.

Well, that rules out
my brother.

Perhaps it's your Turk.

More likely someone
of your household or staff.

Someone
with Vatican access.

Then that list is long.

I am reviewing the ranks
of your Papal staff.

You give import
to his ramblings?

- I do.
- Well, I don't!

I have narrowed
the field of suspects.

I have pointed Count Riario
in the right direction.

Now, let me get on
with my mission.

Let me fight back.

They killed my father!

I watched helpless as...

(Sighs)

I've done as you asked.

Now give me what I need!

You want my support?

Then bring me
the head of the killer!

Not the heart of his victim!

(Wet thud)

Prepare my bath!

(Door creaks open)

Idiot.

Moron.

(Sighs)

Wash away my trials, Lord.

Wash them away.

(Sighs in relaxation)

Mm.

Ah, ah, ah...

(Cries out)

Guards!

- Guard!
- Shit.

Blood.

Blood.

(Groans)

Look.

There.

Clarice.

(Creaking)

(Dogs barking)

(Creaking)

Pleasure or pain?

I don't have time for either.
I'm here to see your boss.

A meeting with Madame Singh
rarely ends in pleasure.

My name is Nicco Machiavelli. I'm
an emissary from the House of Medici.

I demand you admit me
without delay.

Don't say
I didn't warn you.

(Bell tinkles)

(Scraping)

(Chatter and music)

Madame Singh?

Oh? You'll find her
over there.

(Man cries out)

(Voices cry out)

- How much for the fancy lad?
- I don't work here!

Good evening, Councilor.

[WOMAN) He's not for sale.

Yet.

- (Thwacks of whip)
- (Grunts)

I come with a proposal.

Whatever your loins desire.

Boys, drugs, animals.
Nothing is taboo.

I am no deviant.

In my temple pleasure must
be given or pain received.

For some they are the same.

- You misunderstand.
- Do I?

This temple operates
contrary to the laws of Florence.

The services rendered here
are illegal,

punishable by imprisonment,
exile...death.

The Council of One Hundred
are my best customers.

Tell them.

What percentage of your profit
do you lose to bribery?

- Is it 15 per cent, 20?
- The taxes of the underworld.

But...if your business
were legal...

- Florence has taxes too.
- Five per cent to the Republic

with your profits under guard generating
interest in the bank.

For a small fee
to the Medicis?

Well, you'd still keep
more profit.

I don't think my money would
be safe in a Medici bank.

I know why your coffers
are empty.

Many of your competitors
are already on board with my plan.

As their power grows,
yours will diminish.

(Chuckles)

You're no liar either.

- (Grunts)
- (Laughter)

(Laughter)

Go home, boy.

So this is the...

..infamous Milk of
the Poppy I've heard all about.

The Turks say...

that, upon the smoke,
dervishes draw ecstasy,

soldiers courage,

and others...voluptuousness
and bliss.

I'd like a dose of all of the above,
thanks very much.

The first draw
can be tricky.

I'll help you. (Draws)

Oh... Oh, my God.

(Gasping)

It feels...
It feels sublime.

Like I can truly...

I can really feel...

..feel...

We're seeing the shadows.

The warmth of the flame,

the touch of your skin...
Touch of your skin...

- Jesus Christ. Oh, Jesus Christ.
- (Chuckles)

Now I see what Leo
was on about.

I can feel, feel...

I can...think, think...

(Panting)

..like Leonardo Da Vinci.

I can...

No.

You're not him. (Panting)

Sorry. Sorry.

(Groaning)

You're right.

- I'm a fool.
- (Anguished moan)

And a right fuck.

That would be me.

Don't.

Enough.

(Panting) Please.

Please.

(Sobs) I'm so alone.

I'm here.

(Sniffles)

(She moans, draws
and exhales)

Leonardo...

Such needless death.

I admired her.

She was both the mother
and the soul...

of Florence.

I'm truly sorry, Da Vinci.

She is now a casualty
in this conflict.

This is not the work of
the Sons of Mithras.

- What are you saying?
- Give me your hand.

Feel.

She was with child.

Lorenzo wanted a male heir.

No.

It's not his.

Who, then?

Lorenzo's uncle.

Carlo de' Medici.

Unfair. Palace innuendo.

Oh, no. No, they were seen together
in chambers by someone I trust.

But why kill his own child?
And the child's mother?

He's a monster. He is a man
without morality, without conviction.

I know he murdered someone
very close to you.

Do you think my judgment
is clouded by vengeance?

I fear it could be.

No.

After... After Carlo
bedded Clarice,

he betrayed her.

Maybe she...

Maybe she followed him
to Rome to seek retribution.

Maybe he saw her coming.

But what of the Cardinal?

What quarrel could Carlo
de' Medici have with him?

I don't know
but when I find him...

Without witnesses, implicating anyone
will be nearly impossible.

But we have a witness.

Clarice Orsini.

The dead tell no tales,
Leonardo.

The contents of the lungs,
the bowels, the stomach...

They can.

They can, they can show us
where she last walked,

the last meal she took.

I've examined many cadavers.

I've learned their secrets.

I'll leave you
to your butchery.

- We are one.
- We are one.

(Both repeat)

We are the horns
of the Increate.

We are the shadows at the
center of the Labyrinth.

We are the unity
within the beast.

- We are one.
- We are one.

(Both repeat)

We are one.

Where is Deucalion?

I haven't seen him in days.

Why? What has happened?

Clarice Orsini has been

murdered, her body found
crucified in the Papal Bath.

Da Vinci is here searching
for the killer at the Pontiff's behest.

Whom does he suspect?

You.

He knows you looted the Medici coffers
and stole her heart.

(Chuckles)

I should have killed him.

There are many things you should
and should not have done, Carlo.

What do you imply, brother?

It's time we notified
the Architect.

Our leader
is a man of some note.

To make unscheduled contact
would put his life at risk.

You're being hunted
by Italy's most ingenious mind.

You have placed the future of
the Labyrinth in jeopardy.

- Tell me where to find him.
- You don't.

The Architect finds you.

(Footsteps recede)

(Leonardo sniffs)

(Sniffs)

(Sighs)

(Groans quietly)

(Sniffs)

I'm sorry.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

Sorry?!

Cold comfort for the dead.

I'm trying to
put things right.

You work alone, abandoned.

Zo lost faith.

He wasn't the only one.

I don't need anyone.

I see the world
like no-one else. I...

I... I don't accept the old,
I create the new.

What you create destroys.

I was betrayed.

- You should have seen that coming.
- How?!

I'm an artist.

I see beauty and truth.

Elbow deep
in human entrails?

Dipping your paintbrush
into human blood?

Look what you did
to my body.

Look at me...

Look at me.

You bathe in blood,

revel in gore.

You are no artist, Leonardo.
You are a warmonger.

A malevolent engineer,
a destroyer

of life and beauty.

I am seeking justice.

What you seek is to be
cleansed of shame.

You are like Icarus
of legend.

Ego and pride
drew you to the sun.

Borne aloft
on wings of your own making,

and yet when you fell...

..it was everyone else
who died.

(Leonardo sighs deeply)

(Sniffs)

(Sighs)

(Sniffs)

(Praying quietly)

Now, now, that won't do.

You are...
You are the Architect.

I am merely the Architect
of his philosophy,

guiding the chosen ones
on the path to transcendence,

like our ancestors once did
in the caves of Antioch.

Why must we
operate in secret?

Why not partner
with the Church, perhaps...

The Church has been controlled
for centuries by the corrupt,

the lavish, the lecherous.

The Church seeks power,
not piety.

The Labyrinth
have no such agenda.

The Sons of Mithras claim
we are the enemies of man.

Mithrans preach progress
at the expense of faith.

Like Icarus, they seek a
short cut to enlightenment.

Instead of walking
the righteous path, they wish to fly.

The Labyrinth is not a maze
but a path.

To navigate it requires
absolute focus.

Some may find
our methods severe.

But those who need help most
rarely ask for it.

I wish I had asked.

I too
walked the wrong path.

Sought the wrong truths.

We are our greatest enemy,

the willing victim
of our wants and desires,

our doubts

and regrets.

You know of the murders
in the Vatican...

Leonardo Da Vinci
believes Brother Carlo is responsible.

- And do you doubt Carlo's loyalty?
- I...

am torn.

His father was an elder of the
Sons of Mithras, devoted to the Book of...

Now, you must not mention
that cursed tome in this holy place.

Even a single page could
bring about our ruin.

Forgive me.

Carlo and I have walked
the Labyrinth many a time.

You are wrong
to suspect him.

I will take you at your word
but Da Vinci will not.

I fear vengeance
drives him towards us.

Brother Riario,

if Da Vinci gets too close,

you must help him.

Help him become one.

(Church bell and voices)

It sounds mythological.

It's an exotic flora with
restorative properties.

Three bathhouses.

Not one proprietor
has heard of it.

Well, it's rare.

It's expensive.

I found some cardamom
particulars embedded in her lungs.

She must he inhaled
some residue with her dying gasps.

Or we are pursuing
a wild goose.

(Pounding)

This one shouldn't be
closed. Not at this hour.

Maybe the owner
fled the city.

I don't think so.

(Both grunt)

(Gasps) Blade wounds
to the abdomen.

No mutilation
nor desecration.

I imagine you'll posit he died
at a different hand than the Cardinal.

A...a robbery, perhaps.

No looter
could miss this glimmer.

He was employed
by the House of Medici.

She was here.

Well, this victim's not on
display in some tableau.

Did your so-called artist
not regret killing this man?

He was just an obstacle.

He was incidental
to the true target.

Another incidental victim?

I don't think so.

No, this is more brutal,
more personal.

Clarice did this.

Savage work
for the Mother of Florence.

And for what reason?

Why murder some...
Roman physician?

Not murder. It's torture.

Perhaps he was
in league with Carlo.

She was seeking
information.

I told you. I told you.
I told you.

I told you. (Panting)

She would do anything
for Florence.

"And now I find myself in Rome on a
desperate mission to rectify my sins."

Poor Clarice.

Caught in a web...
of her own making.

(Groaning)

(Groaning)

(Muffled grunts)

No! (Gasping)

I don't...

(Crying out)

Who the fuck are you?

We are one, Da Vinci.

Leave us.

You've been
looking for me.

Ah, I've found you.

Surely I found you,
Da Vinci.

And now I have you.

- I know how you feel.
- You have no idea how I feel.

We are not that different,
you and I.

We've been abandoned
by those we loved,

manipulated
by those we trusted.

I also once believed
in the Sons of Mithras.

- (Squeaking)
- But my own father,

Cosimo de' Medici,

betrayed me...

..as Al-Rahim betrayed you.

(Breathing heavily)

This is our opportunity,
Da Vinci,

to unite against
those who've wronged us.

To take control
of our destiny.

But first...
you must walk the path.

Your mind
must merge with ours.

You must become one.

(Grunting)

(Squeaks)

(Breathing heavily)

You are alone, Da Vinci.

(Groaning)

Now...you shall join us.

- (Breathing heavily)
- How many men are in this chamber?

How many men
are in this chamber?

- Crying out)
- How many men are in this chamber?

How many men
are in this chamber?

Fuck you!

How many men
are in this chamber?

F... (Cries out)

How many men
are in this chamber?

How many men are
in this chamber?

(Leonardo cries out,
then falls quiet)

(Gurgling and panting)

How many?

Three.

(Laughter)

Now get me out.

Get me out. Get me out.
Get me out.

(Grunting)

Come on! Get me out!

(Yells)

Look at me! Look at me!

Look me in the eye.

I want you to see what
they saw before they died.

The face of a killer.

(Grunts wildly)

My eyes!

We are the horns
of the Increate.

- We are the Labyrinth. We are one.
- My eyes.

We are the horns
of the Increate.

We are the Labyrinth.
We are one.

- We are the horns of the Increate.
- My eyes.

We are the Labyrinth.
We are one.

(Draws breath
and cries out)

- We are the horns of the Increate.
- (Crying out)

We are the shadow at the
center of the Labyrinth.

We are the unity
within the beast.

'We are one.'

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

Xristoforos ==
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