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Food!

Mom, I got a chicken!

Mom!

Where does she go?

I don't know where she goes.

My wife,

she's dead!

My wife, she's dead!

My wife is dead!

- She's dead!
- What a beautiful love story.

Do you think my betrothed
will love me as much?

Love you enough to cling to your dead body
long after you've passed?

Of course!

My wife is dead! My wife is dead!

My wife is dead!

I'll sort that for you, Padrona.

- My wife is dead!
- Got the wedding dress?

Have you packed my pastoral tapestries?

Oh...

- Thank heavens you reminded me!
- She's dead!

Doctor, my daughter.

- Doctor, please. Please help me.
- No. Sorry, I can't.

- We need help!
- Leave me alone.

- Doctor, my daughter.
- Help me.

Let go! Let go!

Prayer alone can save you now.

- No, it can't.
- You lie!

- Fuck off!
- You lie!

Don't run away from us!
Where are you going?

Doctor!

Doctor!

- Padrone?
- Doctor, I'm caught.

Do not worry, I'm coming.

I can help.

This tunic has too many sleeves.

- It's unsafe.
- Okay.

Ouch!

I am glad you are awake, Padrone Tindaro.
I'm anxious to leave for the villa.

Is this Leonardo of Fiesole
a country person?

Will there be any serious thinkers there,
or will they all be simple?

I have no doubt
that you will educate them.

In any case, we cannot risk your health
in Firenze any longer.

I thought my excrement
looked extra black this morning.

Let me be the judge
of your excrement, Padrone.

- I did it in a handkerchief.
- There we are.

Perfect. I'll take a peek and we're off.

And I know I've confessed
and repented for this many times before,

but the sin of vanity
weighs heavy on my soul.

How beautiful I looked on my wedding day.

I was breathtaking.

Vanity and evil pride.

Forgive me, Father.

I also have to confess a lie. I told...

I hate to interrupt, darling,
but the carriage awaits.

I am not finished.

I haven't even broached
the topic of sloth, envy,

mixing fabrics, temptation.

Neifile, the invitation mentioned
a welcome dinner, which we'd hate to miss.

They always serve the best dishes
at the welcome dinner.

Then it's just pasta, pasta, pasta.

Wait. Father, what is my penance?

It's a long journey to the villa.
You can pray for absolution the whole way.

Oh.

That's true.

What a waste, eh?

Yeah.

Every one's someone's father
or sister or...

Boots! Mine!

Lucky.

Don't touch him. He's another one.

You're a freak, Licisca.

How in the Lord's name
is that supposed to help my father?

The man said that the pestilence
is cursed air released from earthquakes,

so the amulets scare the bad air
back down to Hell.

And the flowers?

The flowers prevent more bad air
from... from entering the... the body.

Oh, they do, mouth breather?

Come brush my hair.

- Well, I'll just tend to your...
- Brush my hair.

Ugh! You're so annoying.

Could you do my mother's comb?

He's going to die too, you know.

- Don't say that.
- He will.

- And then I'll be an orphan.
- You won't be an orphan.

You'll just be an adult woman
who... has no parents.

You have no idea
what this feels like, Licisca. Okay?

Lucky for you,
you've been an orphan your whole life.

So, of course you're utterly insensitive
about the topic.

Yeah, no, you're right.
I'm sorry, Padrona.

Anyway, I'll be an orphan with no husband,

so no way out of here.

I received this today.

What does it say?

The Barone Piero
is not planning a proposal at this time

due to the fact that he is dead.

Oh no.

Oh, Padrona, I'm sorry.

Although you did very much hate him.

What does that have to do with anything?

Well, I just... I imagined you would've
had to have spent some time with him

during the marriage.

But you and I could've snuck off together
to, I don't know, hug goats,

or whatever it is they do
in the countryside.

Or at night, if I couldn't sleep,
you'd have told me stories in the kitchen.

Or rubbed my feet.

But all that's gone now.

When father dies,
I will be trapped here all alone.

I'll be here.

Licisca, you're the only servant left.
You'll probably leave too.

I wouldn't do that.

You need me.

Could you please do something
to make him stop?

You look different, Licisca.

Have you changed your hair?

Oh sure, this will cure me in moments.

I can feel it working already.

I'm gaily running
around the room.

Well, anything is worth trying.

I'm not going
to make it through this.

You have a chance.

God willing, we all have a chance.

I hope you know how much I've appreciated
having you in the home over the years.

Watching you grow.

You really are like a daughter to me...

only poor...

and not as important as the others,
but still alive.

Licisca, I need a snack.

Could you believe of the three,
she's the one who survived?

She's... certainly spirited.

You don't have it, right?

- Not yet. No.
- I thought that meant you do.

Shit, does it?

I come bearing a message
for Signor Eduardo

from his cousin
the Visconte Leonardo of Fiesole.

- The lord of Villa Santa?
- Yes.

We're listening.

The Visconte Leonardo
requests the presence of Signor Eduardo,

his fair wife Signora Elissa...

Dead.

- ...his daughters Violetta...
- Dead.

- ...Lauretta...
- Dead.

- ...and Filomena...
- Not dead.

...at his countryside villa.

He desires that you flee
the pestilence-ridden city

and enjoy a respite in the beautiful,
not-infected countryside.

And you're invited to stay
as long as you please.

The Visconte Leonardo is unwed, correct?

Your father's cousin?

You have any better ideas?

Visconte Leonardo is unwed,
but not for long.

He is to meet
his soon-to-be-bride on Friday.

Well, who... who else is invited?

Many of Firenze's
most prominent families are expected.

Aren't most of them dead?

Please inform our dear cousin Leonardo

that Eduardo's daughter Filomena
would be delighted to attend,

and that I cannot wait
to make his acquaintance on Friday.

- Padrona, let's discuss this with...
- Thank you.

Padrona Filomena,
we cannot leave your father here.

Don't be so foolish, Licisca.

There is no way
I'm turning this opportunity down.

I meet an eligible noble,
he buys me a castle,

I'm never alone again.

Your father is gravely ill.

This is our ticket out of here.

The pestilence
is yet to reach the countryside.

We flee now, we have a chance to survive.

So it's settled, then.
We leave tomorrow at dawn.

I can't.

Excuse me?

Your father is my master,
and I cannot leave him in distress.

I made a promise to your mother.

What's the point in keeping a promise
to a dead woman?

Very well,
we'll stay and get sick and die.

When we see my mother in Heaven,

she'll be thrilled to know
you kept your promise.

Merry pestilence to you!

Don't even know why my uncle
wanted me to go to this stupid villa.

Might as well stay in the city.

Pestilence is everywhere
in Firenze.

With your fragile constitution,
its slightest touch would be your doom.

A few weeks in the countryside
could do wonders for your health.

There'll be unwed women there.

You certainly lit up when you heard
that bit of information.

Not for me, for you.
I care only for what benefits your health.

How are women gonna help my health?

They may raise your spirits,
help balance your humors.

Women?

Stupid, calculating, unsympathetic.

Before I was my uncle's heir,
they wouldn't give me a second glance.

It was all
"Luigi this" and "Antonio that."

Well, Luigi's dead,

and so is Antonio.

And I'll be damned if I let a woman
touch a coin of my uncle's wealth.

I bet their kitties
don't even feel that good.

How do they feel?

They feel that good.

Do the flagellants
have to do this so publicly?

- God is great.
- I think that's the point.

It's just a little showy.

Why would God send the pestilence upon us?
Is the world coming to an end?

Well, I admit, the world does seem
a bit grim at the moment.

To think they had to cancel
the Feast of Saint Michael,

the social event of the season.

Has this pestilence no mercy?

Sister Benedict says
that this is all a test from God.

We have to remain as holy as possible.

But what if we fail that test?

Darling, if the pestilence
is a test from God,

our invitation to the villa
is our deliverance,

no doubt reaped by your diligent praying.

You earned us a miracle.

Like the animal man
and his big boat of animals.

- Noah?
- Right. Noah's boat.

Disease-ridden Firenze is the flood,

and Leonardo's villa
is our delightful little ride to safety,

with food and drink,

and delicious company to keep.

Am I displaying
enough top of breast to intrigue?

Oh, certainly intriguing.

It's like two fleshy peaches
wrapped in silk.

You look exceptional.

Not exceptional, as in "different."
Just as in "extremely good."

Okay.

Well, anyway,
my gifts will please him, and my dowry.

Padrona, your wit and your beautiful face
will please him, not your dowry.

He's going to love you.

And, Misia, let's, of course,
keep it between us that we...

had that little spate of infections
at the house.

Oh, of course.

- Okay.
- Yeah.

I imagine it was hard for you
to leave your little... friend?

Hmm.

But she was so sick
wasn't she?

And now we get a fresh start!

Ooh, that looks good.

Yes, Padrona.

I love a fresh start.

Good morrow, dear friends.
Welcome to Villa Santa.

Welcome. We are so pleased
to welcome you here.

Welcome, welcome.

Introducing Signora Pampinea of Firenze,

the soon-to-be viscontessa of the villa.

The magnificent signora.

An even greater pleasure
than I previously expressed.

Good day.

I am Sirisco, the steward.

I can tell you anything and everything
about our beautiful villa property.

What a thrill.

I brought some small wedding gifts,
nothing crazy.

Where is my betrothed,
the Visconte Leonardo?

- He's not here at the moment.
- Not here?

He's held up gathering wine
a few towns over.

Surely he'll be here
for the welcome feast.

Yes. Yes, of course.

Until then, let's get you settled.
Please, please, please.

I suppose it'd be all right to settle in
and put my touches on my future home...

- Yes.
- ...for my future husband.

- Please ferry me to my quarters.
- Yes, yes, yes.

Ferry her
to the first room on the top floor.

You ferry her. I need to see
that the gifts are put away properly,

and that there aren't any sticky fingers
in the process.

Be careful with that one, please.

- First room, top floor.
- With two hands! Two hands!

Faster!

Misia?

- Misia?
- I'm just right behind you.

- Misia?
- I'm coming!

Oh my.

It's a good thing she brought so much
and so few guests have arrived.

I've had half a dozen
deliveries fail, and I...

- Where is everyone?
- Maria's dead.

I knew that.

- I meant the servant girl, Elora. Oh.
- Fled.

Giuseppe?

- Did you not hear him last night?
- Hmm.

He went mad with fear.

He went out into the field saying
he could feel his dead sister's voice

vibrating inside him like thunder.

Sirisco, it's just us.

As the nobles play house upstairs,

we are now cook,
steward, butcher, laundress,

chamberlain, groom, and scullery maid.

All things I've been excited to try.

You forget,
we still have Calandrino!

Great. So if any of our guests
turn out to be bees,

I'm sure he'll be quite helpful.

We're the only people
that know that Leonardo is dead.

We need to keep it that way
for as long as we can.

Two masterless servants,
we serve no purpose.

Unless we're indispensable
to whomever claims the estate.

Like the betrothed, Signora Pampinea?

Mm-mm. No marriage, no claim.
She's just a pain in our ass.

Oh, Signora Filomena is a cousin.

- There's a claim there.
- The lord had many cousins.

When word gets out, greedy roaches
from all over Toscana will descend

with servants of their own,
wanting to claim the estate.

They're gonna kick us to the curb.

I will gladly lick every inch of the boot
that's wont to kick me to the curb. Oh!

You moved the ale.
I left it there, and you moved it.

- I moved it into the cellar.
- It's too cold for ale in the cellar.

I run this estate.

We run this estate.

- Misia!
- Mm-hmm?

- Sirisco!
- This way. This way.

Let's discuss
the welcome feast.

Oh yes. Let's discuss.

Since my betrothed isn't here,
it only makes sense for me to step in.

- I have drawn up quite a menu.
- So I was thinking...

The lady of the house is talking.

- My apologies.
- I want it to be spectacular.

Fish, meats, fruits, a spiced ale
with that cinnamon we brought.

Cinnamon, wow!

You really are an abundance
of good things, Padrona.

You're lovely, you're from
an important family, you're wise, and...

buckets of cinnamon.

Quite a catch.

You're number one.

- Yes, I am.
- Mm-hmm.

He called me wise. He knows I'm old.

Padrona, he knows nothing.

Uh, he... he knows less than nothing.

What if he does, and he tells Leonardo
that his bride-to-be is... ...28,

and Leonardo ends our betrothal?

He doesn't know you're 28.

How could he,
when your face is but a child's?

And besides, even if he did,

oh, I would... I'd crush him.

I would crush him
before he told a single soul.

You take such good care of me.

I do.

Twenty-eight?

- I'm so sorry, what was that?
- Hmm?

Padrona Pampinea is a beautiful,
intelligent, capable,

extra-virginal young woman.

Leonardo will be lucky to share his life
with a lady such as her.

Are we understood?

Parmena. My dove.

Wake up. We're leaving.

Padrona, my duties are...

Listen, he's dead. Okay?

He died.

I just went in there,
and he was, you know, gone.

But I was just in there
less than an hour ago.

- He was talking...
- Well, he's gone now, so...

Oh, Padrona.

No, our Eduardo.

He is not "our" anything,
you little sewer rat.

He is my father.

I'm in charge now.

We are leaving.

- Then I need to at least say goodbye.
- No.

The pestilence leaves the body and lingers
in the room searching for a new host.

It's too dangerous. We need to leave now.

Well, can I just have five minutes
to gather my things?

Four. Because I said so.

Please.

Some food.

Anything.

He stinks.

Anything.

Um...

What are you...

That's a waste.
He's going to die.

We are all gonna die.

Well, he's going to die presently.
His death is in the offing.

But right now, he's alive.

You deserve the bread more than he does.

Jesus didn't believe any person
deserved bread more than another.

I want some. Your bread.

I believe you have some bread
right there, Padrona, in your pack.

I do have bread. I want your bread.

Is there a problem?

Give me your bread.

I deserve it just as much
as any other, no?

Maybe more.

Give me your bread when I ask for bread.

Yeah?

What has gotten into you,
you little ingrate?

You don't decide who gets bread!

♪ It's a lot, it's a lot ♪

♪ It's a lot like life ♪

Fuck yeah, signora.

♪ There's a new game
We like to play, you see ♪

♪ A game with added reality ♪

♪ You treat me like a dog
Get me down on my knees ♪

♪ We call it "Master and Servant" ♪

♪ We call it "Master and Servant" ♪

- Such a lovely day, isn't it?
- Such a lovely day.

- Lovely time of year.
- Lovely time of year.

Yeah.

Just lovely.

Is this... Are you the people?

We are the people.

Do you swear
you don't have the pestilence?

Of course we don't,

because I am Signora Pampinea,
betrothed to Visconte Leonardo.

This is Signor Panfilo,
of the esteemed Lungarno family,

and his wife Signora Neifile.

A distinct pleasure, Signora Pampinea.

You are a vision.
The visconte is a very lucky man.

Uh...

And Signora Neifile.
You, too, are a vision.

My name is Dioneo.

And I'm only here to attend my patient,
Signor Tindaro.

My lady, a pleasure...

Are you wearing perfume?
She's wearing perfume.

- I have an intolerance.
- It's okay.

He'll need a few moments
of heavy breathing

to rid himself of the allergen,
or he could die.

- Another guest.
- It's him!

- You look beautiful. Smile.
- I bet it's him.

Okay, chin's covered.
Open the throat.

Oh, it's not him.

Hello...

there.

I am Filomena of the House of Eduardo,

cousin of Leonardo.

Signora!

True family has arrived!

A relative. What an honor.

Welcome.

Padrona, where is, uh, Signor Eduardo?

Where is your handmaiden?

You cannot mean to tell me
you drove a whole day alone,

like a peasant?

Uh, yes. I... I wish
I could have brought my handmaiden,

Licisca,

but the angel is still in Firenze,
tending to my sick father.

- Oh my.
- A saint.

I will pray for your father
and for your handmaiden.

A prayer for Filomena too.

So brave to travel
without assistance.

Well, look upon such a gorgeous
and gay group!

- Yes.
- Sirisco, do you anticipate more arrivals?

Oh yes. Many more were invited.
Yes. Many more.

I'm sure it's hard to know
who is on their way, who will be arriving.

Who has not been laid to waste

by the swift and harsh judgment
of the pestilence.

Oh Lord, please grant us forgiveness

for the sins which have wrought
this horrible pestilence.

She's super close with God.

...which is surely an indictment
of our earthly selfishness.

Okay, yes. And amen.

Sirisco, let us please get a grand tour.

Oh, yes, yes, yes. My honored guests.

Welcome, welcome
to our sweet little villa.

I think her perfume
has rosemary.

Please follow me.
Much more to explore.

Out here you can breathe
and take a moment to see the beauty.

Beyond the gate is a forest
with big trees, small trees.

I encourage you to not get lost in it.
I have several times.

Ah. And if you look down here,
you can see our cook, Stratilia.

- Say hello, Stratilia.
- Oh!

There she is. Wonderful.

These are the walking gardens,

which I highly recommend
for a night-time, evening stroll...

Sure, if you like being stabbed
by bandits roaming the countryside.

We haven't had issues with bandits.
We're too isolated for intruders.

Oh, plus, Calandrino... Calandrino!

Didn't have any issues with
the pestilence either, but here we are.

Calandrino keeps an eye on the gate.

A gate won't stop death.

Dear Lord, please let us
into the kingdom of Heaven...

Okay, that's quite enough prayer
for one day, thank you.

- Let us make a rule, shall we?
- Yes.

We are here to eat and drink
and move into a bright new future.

We shall have no more
of this pestilence talk.

- It does not suit our time here.
- Well, shall we continue?

Okay, yes, yes. Come.

Much to see. So many fruit trees.

- Actually just two, but we'll find them.
- Padrona?

- There's a...
- Padrona?

There's a dung pile,
which as you know...

Signora Filomena?

Dioneo is speaking to you.

Oh! Yes, Padrone.

Oh, you flatter me,
but I am a simple working man.

My father was a wine merchant.

You can call me Dioneo.

Thank you, Dioneo.

And though I am, of course, a lady,

please call me by my name,
which is Filomena.

Well, then...

Well, then...

Are you enjoying the tour?

I am now.

I get the feeling
that you're not like other girls.

You're different.

Wow. Thank you.

Yes. I suppose I am just
really myself all the time.

- I sense that.
- Are you talking about me?

No.

Look, a ladybird.

Oh no, I swallowed it.

- Okay.
- I swallowed it.

- Oh my God!
- A deep in...

- Breath fails me. Breath fails...
- That's okay. No.

Deep in breaths. In, two, three.

Out. There's a bench
just over here. In, two...

In, two, three.

Walk with me tomorrow morning.

They laughed at me for praying.

Praying, God's favorite thing!

Sorry I wasn't raised to chatter endlessly
about how lovely gardens are.

- They made me feel like a freak.
- You're not a freak.

You're a disciple of God's teachings
and a ray of light to all who know you.

I know it's hard, darling,
but think of how grim it is in Firenze,

especially for our family.

We have to keep the peace here to survive.

As far as God's judgment,
we have your beautiful prayers.

And we can maintain
our arrangement of celibacy.

That's certainly
a hefty Christian sacrifice.

Yes, it certainly is.

Well, I'm going to give the horse a ride.

Thank you.

Well, yes, it is made from silk
spun from the finest of bugs.

Oh, why of course I know how to read.

Yes.

Here she is.

♪ Now just like in a song
From days of yore ♪

I don't know what this is.

Pampa... Pam... Pa...

What is that woman's name?

Panfilo, the one...
The wife with the Jesus...

♪ I've never met a girl like you before ♪

Filomena, is now a good time
for our walk in the gardens?

Um,

could we meet downstairs
in just one tiny little moment?

So difficult to dress
without one's handmaiden.

Absolutely. Take your time, my lady.

Okay.

It is so nice here.
Have you noticed how good it smells?

Hmm.

Like warm jasmine

Mixed up with bees

In the night sky

What a beautiful poem.

So how is Signor Tindaro faring?

It's a shame he's so sick all the time.

Forgive me, Filomena. I rarely say this,

but I find it impossible not to tell you,
you are a vision in this light.

Oh my. My, my. My...

My... My God, Dioneo, thank you. I, um...

Hello!

Hello. Are you going for a walk?

Wait for me!

Yes, wait.

Okay?

Ouch!

Yeah, okay, stay exactly there!

Wait for me, please.

If Mercury could speak...

Wait. Stay there. Stay.

- We have waited.
- What are you up to?

- Are you talking about me?
- No.

Good. I'm nothing to speak of, really.

Don't say that, Tindaro.
You're quite handsome.

Don't make fun of me, shrew.

I was not.

Oh.

Well, I'm not sure I could say
he was my favorite pope.

Fish!

Oh!

How lovely!

Oh yes!

- She said I was quite handsome.
- Yes. She is kind.

You know, I've been thinking,
perhaps women aren't completely evil.

That might be possible.

She's elegant, certainly a high-born lady.

I don't think she's bright enough for you.

Well, none of them are.

To think that tonight
may be the night...

...that I finally make congress
with a woman.

- Do you want one?
- Yes, I do!

Padrone, Padrone, Padrone.

Padrone.

Please be careful.
Your bones are incredibly brittle.

No, I feel great.

Perhaps it is being in the presence
of a beautiful lady.

Oh, okay!

Maybe it'd be best if you returned
to the villa with the other help.

I'll certainly let you know
if you're needed.

Of course.

- Sorry.
- Oh my God!

You were like Daphne in there.

How was your walk, Padrone?

It was, in a word, delightful.

Filomena is full of life.

A crazed pixie at times,
but quite beautiful.

And she didn't ask
about my inheritance once.

Well, I'm glad you enjoyed yourself,

because I have some rather bad news
about your health.

What? What is it?

Well, I examined your morning urine.

It appears you are enduring a severe
imbalance of your red and yellow humors.

I am? But I feel totally fine.
What could have caused this?

I feel certain your pulse
was dangerously elevated

by our strenuous journey,

and perhaps
by some other infection brought here,

probably by the women.

- The pestilence?
- Not the pestilence. We'd have to leave.

Something less nefarious,
but still incredibly dangerous

for a man of your delicate constitutions.

But I've prepared a medicinal tea.

Drink this, and I can almost
guarantee your survival.

- Thank you, Dioneo.
- Of course.

I was beginning to feel well
for the first time in a long while.

But as you are wont to say,

my body is completely untrustworthy.

I'm afraid so, Padrone.

It's got bits in it.

My mistake, Padrone.
My mistake. My sincere apologies.

I'm sure it was my fault.

No need to bend at the knee
for a dolt like myself.

Have you been gutting fish, signora?
You're covered in fish carnage.

Am I?

Oh, how absolutely queer of me.

Hmm.

Silly, silly Filomena,
just doing whatever she pleases.

What a life.

You have to drink the water.

Further away.
It might jump from my soul to yours.

- You can't die too.
- You're not gonna die, Parmena.

We have to have faith in God.

I have faith
that this is God's will.

We're sapphic,
on top of all of our other sins.

We have the cursed itch.

My greatest joy in life has been
sharing the itch with you, my dove.

The panforte isn't up there.
You said that it would be there.

It's still baking, Padrona,
but I promise you it'll be superb.

- What are you making for meat?
- Trout.

Trout? No.

Why not something elegant like...

suckling pig?

You're absolutely right.

Suckling pig it is.

Unfortunately, Padrona,
properly roasting a pig takes two days.

We will do as the signora commands
without hesitation.

Thank you. Thank you, Padrona.

And in the meantime,
and I say this with love,

I'd think about filing your teeth,

because the front one is just looking

just a little more prominent
than the other.

Misia?

Mis... Misia!

What is your plan? To serve raw pig?
It takes two days!

I'll just make it super hot!

If it's pig she wants, it's pig she gets.
I'm a leader, so follow me!

Dioneo, are we expecting Tindaro?

Uh, unfortunately
he's not feeling his best.

The poor man never really has full control
of his bowels,

but this illness could have him perched
over a chamber pot for days.

A real poop show.

A shame. Then we lack only
the Visconte Leonardo's presence.

Where is he?

How could he be late to the dinner?
It's his dinner!

Wait. Maybe he got hurt.
That would be a reasonable explanation.

That would be reasonable.
Fantastic, he's hurt.

Guests, I am pleased to serve you
the first course, flowers in gelatin.

It's an herbaceous appetizer
to get the stomach juices flowing.

Signora Pampinea,

you must be beside yourself
to meet your betrothed.

Yes. Yeah, beside myself. Yes.

Friend, you do seem to be a bit nervous.

Just a touch.

Why ever would you be nervous?
You have everything to offer this man.

A beautiful face,
a beautiful body, beautiful dress.

A beautiful body?

- Cursed!
- Oh my. That's so cool.

- He's gonna love that.
- Oh, he'll love it. It's very interesting.

Not only that... ...I'm 28.

I'm a shriveled-up 28-year-old maid.

That is, I suspect,
the reason why Leonardo is a no-show.

- Someone told him I'm old.
- You have nothing to fret over.

You are rich, you are gorgeous,
you have unbelievable hostess skills.

What more could he want?

A wife with younger breasts, sure,

but those other things
are way more important.

Really?

Really.

Suckling pig.

I thought we said trout.

My dove, I am so sorry I got delayed.

I had to track down a piglet,
and then kill it,

then there was a whole bonfire situation...

No.

No! No!

Oh, please.

I'm sorry.

I'm here now.

Okay, okay, okay.

I'm gonna have to move you someplace else.

I'm gonna have to move you, my dove.
I'm sorry.

Excuse me for saying so,
but you are deliciously round on my knee.

Thank you.
I am plumper than my dress conveys.

I may need
to be the judge of that.

Doctor, I'm not some patient
in need of an examination.

Oh, I'm sure I can find
some part that ails you.

Darling, could you maybe
sit in your own seat?

The doctor's had a long day
tending to Signor Tindaro

and might need to rest his legs.

He's okay.

I'm okay.

- Fetch us some water.
- Oh.

Popped up pretty quickly
to lend a helping... serving hand, signora.

Filomena.

Knowing what I know about you,
or what I suspect,

it might be in your best interest
to turn your romantic intentions

towards someone of a higher station.

If you were to pursue a wealthy
eligible bachelor like, say, Tindaro,

your fate would be far better here.

Is that a threat?

God, no, dear. It's a warning.

You understand what would happen
if you were found out?

You'd be thrown out into the field.
You'd starve... or worse.

You know we're all gonna die, right?

I assure you we are,
and sooner than you think.

So I appreciate your concern,

but I'm gonna do what I like
in the time I have left.

I... I want to be your friend,

but I am no longer a servant,
not to anyone.

Good evening, fellow friends.

Padrone, you should be resting.

I feel right as rain, doctor.

Sir, you are extremely ill.

Well, I've been throwing up
since I drank that new tea you gave me.

But as you said,
that would show it's working.

It's certainly working!

You need to be in bed.

No, I don't, actually,

because I heard the laugh of an angel
and it inspired me to join the party.

I willn't be a wallflower of my life.

My lady, this evening
you look as beautiful as a plum.

What is it you say to women, Dioneo?

You are a vision.

Yeah. That's the phrase.

No, no, no.

Misia!

- What was in that barrel?
- Nothing.

What was in... What was in that barrel?

Don't, don't, don't.

Pestilence!
You brought a pestilence person here!

Shit.

Well, well, well.

Looks like I have
an arrogant little servant

in the palm of my hand.

Who is that?

Some guy.

That is Leonardo.

Then you buried a pestilence person here.

And you're telling everybody
that he's on a trip.

What is your plan, you bloody idiot?

So this is quite a pickle.

Quite.

There is a world

in which we simply make
a mutually agreeable pact in this moment.

Hmm.

I will not tell that you brought
the pestilence to the villa.

And I will not tell that the pestilence
was already at the villa,

and that the esteemed
Visconte Leonardo is dead.

Yes.

Now give me a hand.

Jesus.

Please be gentle with her
when you're down there.

That's when Philip sent troops
to conquer the Cynoscephalae Hills.

Little did Flamininus know

that Philip was far nearer
than he realized.

You probably don't understand
the Aetolians' textured...

relationship
with the Roman Empire, do you?

Okay. That's healthy.

- I can get into it. Don't worry.
- Oh my.

Wine? There's enough
for one more glass of this.

It's quite a rare vintage.

- I'd love a glass.
- I'd actually like a glass.

Absolutely, signor.

I believe Dioneo said
he'd like some first.

But then Signor Tindaro
said he wanted some.

Perhaps you could split it between them.

Well, not to make assumptions, dear,

but I believe a man of Tindaro's nobility

might have a more distinguished palate
for wine so nuanced.

Well, I doubt that since Dioneo's father
was a wine merchant.

Dioneo, you can enjoy some of the ale.

Absolutely, Padrona. Sure.

- That's not fair.
- Fair?

This is a most distinguished wine,

to be enjoyed
by our most distinguished guests.

That's simply the way of things.

Oh my...

What the hell?

- We want your money.
- And your women.

Also, if you have clean water,
we want that.

Go away!

Why are you throwing plates at me?

To hurt you.

- Ow!
- Am I okay?

Please, help me!

- Did you see what I did?
- Oh my God, that's disgusting.

No!

Oh no! No!

Ow!

Cardinal Agnolo?

Neifile?

Fuck.

What has gotten into you?

I wish I could say
I've been possessed by the devil,

or that I've renounced God,

but it's something far worse.

After the horrors I have seen,

I now know the truth.

God, he has abandoned us.

Neifile, you were always
such a pure child.

A holy child.

Away, Satan.

Away! Away! Away!

Take a breath, and remember who you are.

We leave!

We leave.

But know this,

God has made his final judgment.

He will not come again...

nor will his son.

All is lost.

Pestilence!

Oh my God.

No, no, no, no!

I think I might need some more wine.

Oh my God!
It can't be Leonardo, can it?

Oh God, I look a mess!

I'm coming!

- I'm coming!
- God!

I made it.

♪ How does it feel ♪

♪ To treat me like you do ♪

♪ When you've laid your hands upon me ♪

♪ And told me who you are ♪

♪ I thought I was mistaken ♪

♪ I thought I heard your words ♪

♪ Tell me how do I feel ♪

♪ Tell me now, how do I feel ♪

♪ Those who came before me ♪

♪ Lived through their vocations ♪

♪ From the past until completion ♪

♪ They'll turn away no more ♪