Da Vinci's Demons

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.

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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...

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.

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.

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 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.

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.

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.

Bring these two to the palace.

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 Naples' 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?

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.