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But you never told me, so how was I to know?

I thought it was obvious.

I kept offering to readjust his doublet. What else could I have been doing?

You'd be standing there, smelling the back of his neck

while I'm counting the candles like a little idiot.

I bet you could have had him. I think he enjoys men.

You could have had my brother too, if you'd wanted.

Guidotto was a little skinny for me,

but I would have wanted.

So...

So...

What shall we do today?

I just want to talk...

about everything.

Misia?

Help.

I think I need your help.

Do you wanna tell me what happened here?

It was probably a bad heart.

Uh, and a nosebleed.

If you don't tell me what happened, I'm assuming the worst.

- I told you it wasn't the plague. - I meant murder.

He was trying to escape.

Is this for loyalty to her?

Yeah.

Because loyalty that vanishes when things get difficult is...

is no loyalty at all, so...

- Misia. Misia. - Yeah.

- Look what you've done. - No.

- Look what you've done. Look, look. - No.

- I need you to look. - No.

No.

You're the one that invited him.

You're the one that made this happen!

And if... if you had wanted him alive,

you could've just let Pampinea stay in charge!

Pampinea is a demon!

- God! - Don't speak of my friend that way!

Your friend?

You think she's your friend?

Look what your friend made you do!

Look! Look!

A friend gives you a sense of belonging, Misia.

Of... of... of goodness.

She gives me all those things you... you just said.

Yeah.

You just don't know her the way I do.

Oh, I know her pretty well. Pretty well.

Oh. Hmm.

- You're jealous. - Oh God.

You're jealous because Pampinea fucked you and she didn't love you.

But of course she didn't love you.

I mean, look at her and look at you.

You're not just a peasant...

you're an idiot.

You're a fool.

I have run this villa for 15 years. Could a fool do that?

You're proof a fool could do that.

Attention, all you ungrateful persons!

I shan't return to this wretched villa ever again!

Do you hear me?

Do you hear me?

You are all monstrous swine!

Not you, Matteuzzo.

You're a perfect angel.

Which pope am I?

I presided quite lazily over the Second Lateran Council.

In my retirement, I accomplished little.

But you cared for the perseverance of Roma as a papal center

and were constantly up against the foolish actions of Louis VII.

♪ But I still failed ♪

- ♪ In nomine Patris, et Filii ♪ - ♪...et Filii ♪

- ♪ Et Spiritus Sancto ♪ - ♪ Et Spiritus Sancti ♪

Sancto?

Sancto.

Sancti. Et Spiritus Sancti.

- Sancto. We always said "Sancto." - No, we didn't.

Yes, we did. "Sancto." We'd sing it...

- ♪ Long and low ♪ - "Sancto"?

- ♪ Sancto ♪ - ♪...to ♪

- ♪ Sancto... ♪ - ♪ Sancto... ♪

- Let me go! - I got the pretty one.

- No, I did. - But you're the pretty one, aren't you?

We're both pretty.

Now surrender to me.

Never! I'd die before I surrender to your ugly face.

Hey, I'm not ugly. I'm interesting-looking.

Oh no! Where are my legs?

- I cut them off! - Oh no!

I'm reduced to... ...starlight!

No! Yes.

Be still.

Be still. Be still.

Perhaps next time you could strike me a little less viciously.

But if you must be vicious,

then avoid the head, for therein lies the brain.

Why did you follow me here? Did anyone see you?

I stalked you as the seasoned hunter stalks the majestic doe.

- Ugh. - You left me no other choice.

How else was I going to confess my love?

My love!

Alas, it's too late anyway.

You've begun to procreate with some other man.

There is no other man.

He died in childbirth.

Well, that's fantastic.

So then I may decree...

No.

Oh. Ouch!

I decree that I will still have you.

You are the object of my love,

and I am near certain that I will eventually

grow to love your strange, silent child.

Stratilia, you cannot tell me that you don't love me with your heart

when you love me with your body.

Do you kiss each other?

- Passionately. - Uh...

I suppose the crudeness of our basest instinct

is sort of cause for a chuckle.

That's enough. I must go to work,

and you are injured, so you must stay and rest.

Jacopo, you're in charge.

And do not forget that this man, like all nobles,

is at all times acting selfishly or stupidly.

And normally both.

I'll be back soon.

Anything you wish, Stratilia.

I'm actually quite smart.

You may quiz me on Herodotus if you choose.

Who's Herodotus?

Oh.

You're in for a treat.

Sit.

Stupid clothes!

"I'm Panfilo. Let's all calm down."

"I'm married to a pious woman."

"She loves God more than me."

Viscontessa?

Enjoy being covered in mud.

Viscontessa, can I come in, please?

I hope pigeons shit on your stupid felt!

Misia.

- What are you doing? - Helping Panfilo.

- Helping him? - Yes.

It'll be easier for him to leave if his things are already outside.

Well?

Ruggiero shan't be bothering you or your... precious babe

any longer.

You're safe now.

Oh thank God.

I can finally relax.

I will invite the penniless Panfilo and his awful wife

to leave the premises immediately.

We never had much in common anyway.

What of Padrone Tindaro?

Hmm.

I do love a good strong male mind.

And he remains unwed, so there's that.

Tindaro may stay.

What?

Is something wrong?

Why does something always, always have to be wrong?

- No, it's nothing. It's nothing. - Tell me.

Well, I s...

Suppose I'm just feeling a bit...

...strange.

You know, give...

given the murder.

Murder?

Yes.

Oh my darling.

No, no, no.

My darling.

That was not a murder.

No, no, no.

That was an act of self-defense against an agent of Satan.

Evil incarnate.

That's not what...

There were no other options.

It wasn't...

You did what must be done.

An act of great love for me.

The biggest love I have ever known.

Besides Leonardo's, of course.

Of course, yeah.

Misia, my sweet...

...you and I need never think of this again.

No.

We only need look forward...

to our future

with this child.

I don't need a husband.

- I have you. - You have me.

Um-hmm.

Well, then...

My soak?

I forgot about your bath! How foolish of me!

Where did I put my oil of mint?

Please, sirs, I beg you.

We are but innocent milkmaids out for a stroll.

You must release us.

What, you think I don't remember you? I'll never forget it. You went berserk.

I remember it like it was just weeks ago.

- Cardinal Agnolo, he wasn't the best. - Wasn't.

- But we had a system. - Yeah.

We taught him how to rob and steal,

and he taught us how to come to grips with God's abandonment of humanity.

You know these guys?

- I mean, in times like these, you really... - I don't know them.

- I killed one of them. - Don't you?

I killed their friend.

- I completely forgot about that. - Yeah, me too.

Well, kill these two.

Yeah, all right. You have to help me.

What?

- No. I'm a nice little lady. - What are you looking at?

- Absolutely not. - Just... just draw their attention somehow.

Ow!

I stepped on a bee.

Oh, that's bad!

- Quiet, you! - No! I will not be quiet.

I'm in excruciating pain.

If you don't believe me, look!

- Ow! - Well, I see no bee.

Because the criminal always flees the scene.

- Watch the other, Martuccio. - You watch her.

- I want to look at the feet. - Yes...

Put me down!

Riders!

- The monk's knights! Wonderful! - Who?

That's who we wanted to see in the first place.

Hail! We have prisoners...

No! There's been a mistake!

They're gonna kill us. Do something!

We can go wherever we want, Matteuzzo. We can go wherever we want.

I'm so thankful for you.

Should we go for a swim?

I bet you would like that. Let's do that.

Matteuzzo!

Oh yes. Look.

Look at this!

Whoo!

Oh God.

Breathe it in. Breathe it in.

Whoo!

Yeah!

Come on in, friend! Come on in!

It's good.

I... I wanted you to leave! I wanted you to leave!

Just don't fall in love!

Be free... like me!

I am free!

Oh my God! You're not dead!

Stop, stop, stop!

- Please don't touch me! Get off me! - This does not help the situation!

Sirisco.

It's I, Arriguccio.

I supplied your man's villa with fertilizer.

Oh.

Arriguccio.

Friend.

Are you lost?

Um...

Uh...

Okay, should we collect your things?

Shall we, friend?

♪ And you and I... ♪

So how's your farm doing?

It was burned by brigands.

Hmm. Sorry.

But other than that, I'm content.

Hmm. Sure.

And the villa?

Uh, it's not like it was.

It's been poisoned by avarice and a shapely redhead.

God.

The Visconte Leonardo?

No, he's gone.

He seemed like a decent man.

I don't know if he was decent exactly, but he was a friend.

- Pestilence? - Hmm.

- The world can feel lonely, can't it? - God, it is so cruel.

I had to eat my donkey a few weeks ago.

You know, I... I'm just a stony brook away if you ever need an ear.

Or a friend.

Oh...

Well, that's... You know, I can't return back to the villa.

Perhaps I'll go to Venezia.

You know, the pestilence can't last forever.

It can last long enough...

for you to join me for a drink.

That would be fantastic.

Thank you.

- Arriguccio! - Arriguccio!

- Oh, Arriguccio! - You abandoned us for far too long.

Friends, I thought I found a corpse floating down the river.

- But I was far luckier. - Yeah.

Please welcome an old friend of mine.

- Oh my... - Sirisco.

Steward of the Lord Leonardo's villa.

Oh, why, thank you. Thank you.

Oh, such lovely faces.

Thank you for having me. It's nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you. Who... who's in charge here?

Oh.

- No one's in charge. - Oh.

No one.

Wow.

I've never felt such a connection to people I only just met.

Be of good cheer, brother. This is where you belong.

- You're welcome, Sirisco. - Yeah.

- Sit. Please sit. - Cheers.

You wanna hold the gladius like this.

Pretend you have a scutum.

Then you advance. First, with your front foot, then with your back.

And you cut and thrust!

Now, take my stance.

Is it like this?

- Ow! No! Not quite. - Like this?

Ow! Stop it!

That's not the technique that I demonstrated!

Your moves show promise, but they're incorrect.

But perhaps that's due to your incredibly obnoxious height.

And your height is not your fault, nor is your inexperience.

It's not?

Have you ever even held a proper sword?

What about a crossbow?

A mace?

A glaive?

A trident?

A golden wreath?

No.

- A cornucopia? - No.

Have you had any exotic fruits?

No.

A fresco? Don't tell me you've never seen a fresco.

You have to see a good fresco.

What a drab existence.

Why don't you live in the villa? There's enough room.

Well, my mom does go to the villa,

but she says nobles hate us, so I can't go.

Well, this noble certainly does not hate you.

You ever had saffron?

- No. - It's expensive and very delicious.

You next.

Well...

I guess I never really believed in God.

I've not always been entirely sure of the fellow myself.

- Really? - I never found the answers, exactly.

I tried so hard.

I searched everywhere.

But I've come to believe that finding the answers was never really the point.

I got to ask the questions with you by my side.

Sir, there has been a mistake.

We are but two milkmaids out on a stroll.

Shall I do the bee thing again?

Look.

Oh my God.

Ow!

Do you feel hot? Warm?

Aches, pains, mental confusion? Hmm?

Have you spent time in the company of cats or Germans?

- No. - Unpleasant dreams? Farting?

What is happening?

Can you help us?

No one can help you now.

There are no signs.

Are you dead yet, or what?

Bring 'em here!

Hello, sir.

Good afternoon to you both.

Silence!

Step forward.

Where'd you come from, child?

Um...

Well, we were at a villa,

but then were kidnapped by wicked bandits.

And if your men hadn't saved us, we would certainly have perished.

So we are so thankful for their assistance.

You are thankful?

Indeed, we are.

You should take care not to lie before God.

But we are not here to harm you.

We are here to save you.

These knights were once mercenaries in the service of Genoa.

When payments failed, so did their loyalty...

...and like you, they were lost.

But God has helped them find their way.

We are great believers in God's plan.

As are we.

Well.

Sadly, the church and the clergy have betrayed that plan,

and God has sent his punishment down.

But there is hope.

As Disciples of Order, we have the men, the arms,

and, with this plague, the opportunity

to reshape society into one that promotes holiness and order.

Yeah.

We will re-enact God's plan

and build a world where survival requires the piety God demands.

He was a dirty one.

He came to us a nobleman with no penance in his heart.

But regard him now.

We have made him clean.

He stinks.

This... is such a relief to our ears.

Yeah.

We are nobles, yes,

but, um, we grew sick of the sins of our peers,

and the... the... the greed that drove them,

so... so we fled.

Did their greed bring them wealth?

Well, yes, but we knew their wealth was tainted.

So we said, "Keep your fancy Villa Santa and keep your wealth."

"We're off to be sexless nuns."

Fancy villa?

- It... it... it wasn't too fancy a villa. - No, it was quite fancy.

The wealth of the gluttonous noble class can be used to fortify our efforts.

Where is this fancy villa?

- Um... - Oh. Um...

- Ugh. - From here?

I can't remember.

You will tell us in time

if you wish to earn your freedom.

Please have mercy.

- Take them to the punishment cells. - Wait.

Licisca here killed an evil cardinal for God.

No, I didn't.

Yes, you did.

Yes, this cardinal, Cardinal Agnolo,

he was dirty like the clergy you described.

He tried to force himself upon a woman,

and Licisca cleansed him to death.

That's good.

You killed a cardinal?

For God.

I sentence you both to death.

My greatest pleasure is sharing these treats with you, my love...

and the baby.

Nothing can stop us now, can it?

You're surrounded! Surrender, wherever you are!

What in St. Julian's name are you doing, Tindaro?

This room is for my hats!

Oh, Pampinea. I'm watching this child for his mother.

He's sadly ignorant in warfare, but proving a swift study.

- Say hello, Jacopo. - What?

Uh, if you must know, he's Stratilia's bastard son

and a savant in offensive hiding.

Jacopo,

reveal yourself.

I was going to attack you with chariot men.

I thought you were in the vase. Devious.

This... is Stratilia's child?

Yes, but you're not to mention him to anyone.

He lives in the woods. He's a secret child.

Say hello, Jacopo.

You're playing military?

Tindaro, I'm sure Jacopo would be fascinated

by the Roman cuirass in the parlor.

- A true Roman cuirass? - You're the expert.

I'll keep an eye on Jacopo while you fetch it.

When I return, I'll be ready to defend myself

and fight back against your sick and deadly blows.

Don't tell anyone I said that. It's just boys having fun.

Mm-hmm.

Hmm.

Would you like some treats, sweet child?

You poor thing.

Starving to death, aren't you?

Nothing in this world is free.

- What do you want? - I have a few tiny little questions.

- A treat for every answer, how's that? - Okay, sure.

Who's your father?

I don't know. Treat, please.

- You've never met him? - Nope.

Your mother never mentioned a name? A nickname, perhaps?

Nope.

Any details of his appearance?

Hmm.

I look like him. She said that once.

Once.

What of his social status? Rich? Poor? Anything at all?

Only that he's a no-good whoring rat.

Oh thank God.

Your father sounds like a horrible person.

He's not a horrible person. Just didn't want us to live in his villa.

His villa?

Jacopo is the son of Leonardo.

- Who's Jacopo? - He's that child in there.

- Let's get ready to do a... - What?

- Your Leonardo? - With the cook.

The cook? And she's been hiding him?

Keep him here. I have to go to their home in the woods.

Uh, no, no, no. Wait, wait, wait, viscontessa. For what?

You can't go by yourself.

To investigate.

If she seduced him, she could have items of his to hex him.

Maybe she's even keeping him alive in their disgusting little hut.

Oh, I don't think so,

because we've seen his head, you know, roll across the table.

- Misia! - Yeah.

When evil is at play, there is no up and no down.

Yeah. But I beg you, please, my friend, let's calm down

because I worry what the agitation could do for the baby.

- I'll get you! - The baby?

Misia, don't you get it?

No.

Jacopo is the baby.

Oh, I... I... I... I'm talking about the baby in your womb.

There is no baby in my womb.

You're not pregnant.

I've had my blood.

But I knew there was a baby somewhere, didn't I?

I just had to follow God's path for me.

For us.

And lo and behold, he has shown us the way.

- What? - The way to the true heir of Villa Santa.

- Sirisco. - Yes.

Tell us how you came to leave the villa.

Oh, I'm... I'm not much of a storyteller.

Oh, none of us are much of anything.

But you all seem content, like you like each other.

We share our resources, and we work to keep our spirits up.

- That's beautiful. - Many have died.

That won't stop.

But here we like to focus on the good things.

Sirisco, will you honor us by joining our evening meal?

Oh.

Nothing would give me greater pleasure. I could eat a ham and a half.

Thank you.

Oh, look how big these plates are.

Oh my. Ye...

This is dinner?

No fish? No cheese?

Oh, I'd forgotten about cheese.

You all must be starving.

Oh yes, we are starving.

Let's not trouble our guest with the group's misfortunes.

Sirisco, what's ours is yours. Shall we?

- Yes. - Yeah.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no. This is not acceptable.

But we always say grace before dinner.

No, my God, not the prayer. My God, you selfless angel of a man.

No, this. All of this.

Why should you perfect souls hunger when cruelty feasts at Villa Santa?

What are you saying?

You deserve better than this.

Over there, they... they have comfort.

They have excessive food.

Barrels and barrels and barrels of wine.

Hey, let's not get our hopes up.

I can get them this. I can get them this.

I, Sirisco, can do this for you. I can. Of course, I'll go back and they'll say,

"No, Sirisco. Go away, this food is ours."

What makes it theirs?

What makes Pampinea master? Must there be a master?

We don't know.

Listen to me, I swore never to return to Villa Santa,

but now I am among my true friends, and I vow to return.

And if they will not share, they can come here and get their fill of one frog.

Now, come.

Please, come with me.

I will lead you there, and I will sing to you along the way.

Come, come, come, come!

♪ My dear, my dear, we have a plan ♪

♪ Magnificent, wonderful, glorious plan ♪

♪ My dear, my dear... ♪

Come, come, come!

I swear to you, I repent!

No!

- Keep an eye on these two. - All right.

How do you do it?

- What? - How are you so brave?

You act with such freedom, detached from the earth.

Are you not afraid of death?

Ever since Eduardo died...

I'm not afraid.

I loved him,

but as such, was bound to him.

And when he was gone, so were the bindings.

And now, it's...

I feel like I can see...

the other side of everything.

The stillness and the peace in death.

And this side...

this is hell.

And if I left this side...

what would I even be leaving behind?

I'm sorry I pushed you off the bridge.

Well, it was your bread.

Maybe I deserved it just a little bit.

Dear God, as I enter your kingdom, please...

Right, go and get those two.

- There's something I need to tell you. - It's all right.

No. This might make you angry.

At least you won't have to live with the anger for long.

What is it?

You didn't know your mother, but my father did. He knew her very well.

They were in love, and they had a daughter.

You.

You and I are sisters.

Sisters?

Execute them.

Please, it was but a tickle in my nostril. I'm...

I'm not ill. Please. I'm not ill.

No!

Do your job, doctor.

Get over here.

Hold them back!

You're still gonna get it, so shut up.

You take care of this.

- Don't let me have to do it. - Go!

Stop them!

Come on, you idiot! Go!

Wait! Take me with you!

Licisca, you have to let me take you back to the villa.

- No. - Yes.

- I'm not going back. - Dioneo is there and he can help you.

There's nothing left for me there.

If you don't let me help you, you are going to die,

and I don't want you to die, I want you to be my sister. Please!

- Okay? - You are not my fucking sister.

Okay.

Okay.

- Go! - Hey!

Stop!

I'm back.

I was almost able to grab enough for both of your suppers,

but we're gonna have to supplement with pantry items.

What are you doing here?

Your son revealed that you squat in this hovel on my property

without my permission.

It was my duty to see the nature of this home,

and look what I found.

These are the tools of a witch.

You... are a witch.

- I'm a witch? - Yes.

Yes. You seduced the man of the house, you birthed his heir,

and you used dark magic to do so.

You took what was mine.

Where is Jacopo?

Leonardo would never have let his son live in a sickening hole like this.

From now on,

Jacopo will live the life of luxury that he deserves.

Where is my son, you delusional bitch?

We need to make arrangements for you,

for tomorrow and the day after that.

Neifile, I can't really bear to hear that.

Go to Ruggiero and make things official.

You deserve this villa.

I can't leave your side.

It will comfort me to know your future is secured.

- Go. - No!

No, I can't do it!

I think I'm some sharp mind.

Clever.

But I'm not, I'm...

nothing.

I'm nothing without you.

My Panfilo...

you are as clever as you think.

You see with eyes so clear.

Trust them.

Trust yourself.

Now, go secure your place.

For us.

Ruggiero, Neifile has asked...

Well...

Jacopo!

- Slow down, witch! - Jacopo, I'm coming!

Jacopo!

These shoes are not made for running, they're dinner shoes!

- Shut up, you stupid bitch! - Oh my God, I can smell you from here!

- Jacopo! - Slow down!

- Mama, up here! - Jacopo!

- Mama! - I'm here!

- You run too fast for a slutty hag! - I'm here!

Misia!

- Jacopo! - Stop!

Help.

Jacopo! Bitch! Ow!

- Shut up, scullery whore! - Jacopo!

Jacopo!

You psychotic bitch, get off me!

- I hear you! I'm right here! - Jacopo!

Darling, how did it go?

Did he sign the villa over?

Yes, he did.

He signed with glee.

And he... he wished you the best, dear.

Really?

Yes.

He's happy for us.

Such a miracle.

Are you lying?

No.

I have to... I have to get up.

- I have to. - Please, Neifile.

- You're too weak. - I am not!

I cannot be.

I have things to attend to!

What's going to happen to me?

Panfilo.

Panfilo.

I love you.

I am so scared.

We can't let Ruggiero see us.

Hey, do you wanna talk?

What?

I was just curious if you wanted to talk about...

Talk about how you knew I was your sister

and you still chose to treat me like shit for many years end to end?

I don't think I wanna talk to you ever again.

Just looking at you makes my stomach turn.

Jacopo, I've got all the best stuff.

I'm gonna teach you how to make a testudo. It means "turtle."

You cannot do this!

I can do anything I please.

- Quit squirreling, please. - I am not a witch.

That's what all the witches say.

I know you are the cause of the pestilence,

and I know you are the reason my beloved Leonardo died.

You never even met him, you mad bitch!

Now, if you look to your left, this is the villa.

Hello! Oh, Filomena, Licisca!

Um, she's... she's Filomena.

Ah, yes, yes, yes. These... these are my new best friends.

Hello. I'm...

- What? - Misia.

Come.

Shut up!

What in the name of history's greatest generals

are you doing with my girlfriend?

I'm not your girlfriend.

Tindaro, she has bewitched you as she did Leonardo.

Misia, show him the profane items.

I insist you let her go.

We are burning her because she is a witch.

She's not a witch.

She... is a future noblewoman.

Stratilia...

will you do me the intense honor of being my wife?

What? No!

- Shut up! - Don't touch my lady!

Idiot.

In the name of love!

What is wrong with you?

Nothing's wrong with me!

I did it!

Help me!

Help her!

Watch out! Fire is hot!

Mother!

Mother!

Help her, she's burning!

Put me down.

- I'm okay. - You can't burn people!

Misia. Misia!

She's gone.

Neifile is dead.

This foul woman is the cause of all our woes.

All of them.

If anyone is a witch, it's her.

I'm not a witch. No.

Did you not hear me?

Misia?

No.

Will no one look at me?

♪ This plane is definitely crashing ♪

♪ This boat is obviously sinking ♪

♪ This building's totally burning down ♪

♪ And my, and my, and my, and my, and my ♪

♪ And my, and my And my, and my, and my... ♪

♪ And my heart is slowly drying up ♪