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We are only to happy

to receive Rome's favored son.

The manufacture of armaments

could be construed as
a provocative move.

I believe there may be a spy
in my court.

If we have something
to convey to you,

we will inscribe
the letter Omega.

Tell your Pope that
neither Florence

nor Da Vinci
will be contained.

(Explosions)

Whatever lock
this corresponds with,

I'd wager the key represents
only half.

The key is useless
without its counterpart.

Have you heard of
the Book of Leaves?

It's a myth.
No more real than a unicorn.

You and Salviati should assemble
the largest army you can find.

Get to work, maestro.
Florence is counting on you.

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♪ DaVinci's Demons 1x03 ♪
The Prisoner
Original Air Date on April 26, 2013

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

♪

Shall we?

I find the game fascinating.

Deceptively simple,
isn't it?

I have a repast.

Say it.

Panpepato, cheese, and wine.

You made the panpepato?

Yes. Because you like it.

- Was that Amharic?
- Yes.

I spent time in Abyssinia.

I said that you hold her
in high regard.

She labors hard and has embraced
both the Lord and our language.

You taught her,
didn't you?

I did. Just as you teach me this
game with patient persistence.

Now, shall we get to play?

That's the thing.

I've yet to touch the board

but already I've begun.

The first principle
is to take the corners.

The strategy is obvious.

The corners are easier
to defend.

It's brilliant.
High grade, beautifully milled.

But it's missing something.

I know! A jaunty bobbin lace
is what it needs.

But even as we engage in
localized conflicts

it is important to keep the
broader landscape in mind.

The game can only be won
by pursuing

seemingly opposing objectives
simultaneously.

(Wind whistles)

At any given moment.

Lucrezia, my dear,
come tell us what you think.

A stone can be considered to
inhabit one of three states:

alive, dead,
or unsettled.

Lucrezia can you come out here,
dear?

An unsettled stone
naturally presents the player

with the largest
potential outcomes.

- Are you heading out?
- Yes.

- After curfew?
- I'll be fine.

- Is that wise?
- I'm calling on Ginevra.

I bought some herbs from the
montebianchi to treat her tetter.

But I may need your help.

I'm confident that Enzo is capable
of handling all of your needs.

Goodnight.

An opponent who can control
the flow of the game

while appearing to play
defensively

is often the most formidable.

GUARD:
Go on. Move on.

Come on! Stand up straight.

Go on. Move on.

Look down here on the left.

- Signora Donati.
- Captain Dragonetti.

Isn't it late for a woman of your
standing to be out for a stroll?

On principle, I could arrest
you for violating curfew.

True. But we both know that
it would be you, and not I,

who would receive punishment.

Enjoy the evening air, Signora.

- Good evening, Gualberto.
- Signora.

You look lovely
this evening.

- As always.
- Thank you.

- Your heart is racing.
- I didn't expect you to be here.

I couldn't wait for you
any longer at the palazzo.

Lorenzo.

Let me.

(Bell tolls)

One of the most difficult
strategies to master is called...

"Cross The Sea Unseen".

(Knocking)
- Da Vinci!

It entails identifying the
weakness in an opponent's position

and exploiting it
beneath their notice.

Da Vinci! Lorenzo believes you
are already at the forge!

(Hammering on door)

Da Vinci!

What?

Why weren't you there
at first light?

They cast guns at sunrise.

I don't have to pour
the metal myself, Becchi.

These weapons are vital
to Florence's safety

and you've sold
yourself as a war engineer.

- What is that noxious smell?
- It's an experiment.

I'm assessing the implications
of my guns.

Da Vinci!

(Flies buzz)

(Melodic tones)

Da Vinci!

Ah, there you are, Maestro.

Production progressing
smoothly, I trust?

As smoothly as can be expected,
given these working conditions.

Yes, but my guns. We will
have ten, as promised, yes?

Our refusal to accept Rome's
Archbishop of Pisa

only reinforces the need
to bolster our defenses.

I am acutely aware of the pressures
converging on His Magnificence.

(Dull thud)

What the devil is that
cloudy-eyed miscreant doing?

- The tonality is off.
- Stop!

Our sightless friend's keen ears
have detected an impurity.

This is absurd.

Your methods,
what's changed?

Nothing. I've used
the finest ore, as dictated.

- Well, then, the heat...
- Precisely as instructed.

Well, there was that one moment
when we ran out of sulfur.

- Why wasn't I consulted?
- It was incidental.

What exactly is the issue here?

If they've used
an inferior alloy,

in this case,
too little sulfur,

then the sound the guns make will
be half as loud as they should be.

Who cares about
the fucking sound?

We're not doing more
of your goddamn theatre.

They need to obliterate
the enemy.

Blow them to bits.

- Please unhand me.
- Or what?

You're threatening me
with a spoon now?

Giuliano!

As I was saying,

the timbre of the barrel is also
indicative of its general properties.

Start again.

Don't scrimp on the sulfur
this time!

He won't.

You treat me like a fool.

But I'm capable of leading.

- The people love me.
- They love your face.

But that smooth nose of yours
won't keep Rome from striking.

Only Da Vinci's guns will.

Come, Nico.

These Medici currency vouchers
are weighing me down.

I need to fly,
be free of this world.

How much for your entire
inventory?

More than you gave
me last time.

Two florins?

How about it, bird man?

A little help, Nico?

Excuse me.

Now!

I never tire
of watching that.

Why didn't this one fly away?
(Whistles)

Signor Da Vinci.

When will you ever
finish my portrait

if we sit together
so infrequently?

Maestro, I'll pick up some
more eggs for your pigments.

On your way to or
from Lorenzo, then?

You know my situation,
Leonardo.

(Whistles)

Just go.

This is your chance,

the cage is open.

Do you think your
pursuit of knowledge

makes you immune
to your emotions?

You can't outrun them,
you know.

Do you know,
I'm not running.

I just have
competing interests.

Like you.

Curious, that bird.

And paid for.

You take it or I eat it.

So, the plot thickens.

You've broken off from a local
exchange and opened up a new front.

I thought it was time a little chaos
was introduced into the play.

(Screaming)

What's going on?

Inside me...

the... the... devil...

..clawing at my womb,
damning me!

(Screams)

Oh, dear God.

It can't be.

Don't touch her.
We don't know what afflicts her.

It's Sister Dolores.
I knew her at the Convent.

The sweetest,
most innocent soul. Dolores?

You there. Find some officers,
bring them here.

It's me - Vanessa.

(Crowd gasps)

You, your brother, Lorenzo,
making a new Sodom,

gorging on filth,

spewing out sin
onto Florence's streets.

The Lord hates you!

- What has befallen this woman?
- Demons, signor.

Five of our fellow sisters from the Convent
of St Anthony have been possessed.

(Spits)

The Medicis - copulators,
blasphemers

corrupting our city.

My eyes burn to look at you!

Ssh.

(Gasps and screams)

You let a mad woman
seize your blade.

I ought to kill you with it!

Take her away.

Carefully and with respect.

The rest of you...
go home.

Pray for her soul.

Go on, go!

What in God's name are you doing
with these bodies?

Leonardo, they're beginning to putrefy.

And the stench has carried
into my studio.

Andrea, please, can you not see that
I'm trying to pursue something here?

Now look at this,
look at this.

Africa...and Europe. Here?

- Yes.
- See how they fit into this.

Europe and Africa,
here and here...

..and the Jew's map.

It can only be where there are
now two land masses,

there once was just one.

Drifted apart over ages.

And between them,
the great Atlantic.

The Book of Leaves
has to be here, Andrea...

..on this land mass
to the West.

But you don't even know that
this land mass actually exists.

Ignis fatuus. That's what this
Sons of Mithras business is.

"Foolish fire".

Children chasing after luminous
insects, thinking them faerie lights

and finding themselves
neck-deep in swamp-mire.

- Well, I'm not a child, Andrea.
- Yet you pursue this folly

while your legitimate
commissions languish.

(Thunder rumbles)

- Maestro! Maestro!
- Yes, what is it, boy?

Signora Donati saw Vanessa
leaving for the Convent St Anthony.

And your point is?

Demons possess
the nuns there!

I saw one of the sisters.
She stabbed her own eyes out!

Vanessa can fall victim to
the demons too!

Demons have yet to be proven
the cause of anything

except some rather
tedious sermons.

- We need to help her!
- Fuck, Nico!

If I dropped everything to pursue some
ill-conceived and asinine flight of fancy,

I would never
get anything done!

Well, I'll remember that

the next time you decide to strap me
or Vanessa into your glider wings.

The violence of her movements,
her screeching,

she seemed possessed, Lorenzo.

My brother saw one mad nun

and thinks the Devil
is at large in Florence.

It's not just the one.

They say the Devil's
influence is spreading,

and so must be a judgment
on this city.

A judgment on the Medicis.

We rise and fall
on the people's will.

Until we can assess the cause,
demonic or otherwise,

we'd best seal off the Convent.

Yes, agreed.

Given our trouble with Rome, we don't want
our own people questioning our piety.

Let me handle it.

The people beheld this woman
kill herself at the sight of me.

If I resolve this,
I end the gossips as well.

I'll take Dragonetti
and a couple of his officers.

I'll get to the bottom
of this. I promise you.

Oh, go on, then.

Go!

Out with it. You've the look of
having eaten something distasteful.

If we can speak anywhere freely,
it's here, in our family chapel.

The Vatican often appears to know our
strategies just as we employ them.

They murder Sforza
to end our alliance with Milan.

They ask to meet Da Vinci,
just as we hire him.

Understandably, you've suggested
we have a spy within our court.

But before we take more
aggressive steps

towards rooting out
Rome's agent,

I believe there's something
else we should consider.

You married Clarice
to build ties with Rome.

She still
has family there.

Are you're suggesting that
my wife is trying to destroy us?

Not trying, no.

But she may be guilelessly
expressing things in her letters.

- She may be unaware...
- Clarice is exceptional and she is loyal.

"When life's path is steep,
keep your mind even."

You taught me that
when I was a boy.

Keep your mind even.

First this crisis
at the Convent,

and now a traitor
in our midst.

Take whatever steps
you must to find our spy.

Do it quickly.

There's someone ahead.

- I'll handle this.
- Signor, I must insist.

It's just a girl,
Captain.

Steel yourself,
Bertino.

Sister, can you hear me?

We're here to help you.

I am Giuliano de Medici...

(Woman screams)

Stay with the horses.

Sling her onto my horse,
tie her down.

We'll take her
to the Convent.

- (Woman screams)
- Look out!

How many deaths
of the faithful

will be laid at the feet
of the Medicis?

Bertino!

(Woman screams)

Dragonetti.

(Woman screams)

(Woman continues screaming)

Abyssus abyssum invocat.
Sed libera nos a Malo.

Abyssus abyssum invocat.

"Hell calls hell".

One misstep leads to another.

That's what's brought
the Devil to our doorstep.

You and your brother
have denied God's will.

Did you think
there wouldn't be a cost?

Well, the cost is dear,
to be sure.

But I'm not yet convinced it
was the Lord who levied it.

What are you doing here?

I've come looking
for a friend.

(Woman screams)

Vanessa! Ssh!

- (Groaning)
- Ssh! Ssh!

I know this woman.

She was one of us,
a fellow Sister,

then this lecher sold her promises of
a more colorful life.

Burning, burning,
there's a fire inside me.

The poor girl
came to aid us

but was struck down
like the others.

Well, how long have these...
possessions been going on?

What business
is it of yours?

Are you for God?

I know what goes on
in your workshop.

The nude modeling,
the carnal relations,

the cadavers you debase
in the name of science.

Your endeavors
condemn all they touch.

We want none of
your assistance.

Nor yours,
Signor Medici.

Only fervid prayer
and penitence will stop this.

Artista.
A word with you.

Others are paid to do that, no?

My father taught me no matter
the business surrounding you,

never lose the count.

For the Medicis are bankers
before all else.

A wise man.
Taken before his time.

"Piero the Gouty".

For everything he was, he's
remembered most for his sickness.

He is honored as a father.

- To "Lorenzo the Magnificent".
- For now.

Soon they may call me
by other names.

Perhaps I'll be the banker who lost
the Papal accounts to the Pazzis.

or the heretic who incurs the wrath
of Satan on Florence's innocents.

My beloved,
you must get some rest.

Today I thought of
sending Becchi away.

- What? Why?
- I love him.

He's been a second
father to me.

But, but he questioned you.

He thought that
you could be

mistakenly sharing information
with your family.

With Rome.

Do you think asking
would offend me?

- It offends me.
- It shouldn't.

We live in craven times.

A man would have a city in flames
to make his life more comfortable.

You don't come at a snake from
the front, Lorenzo.

If I were one, bringing this up
would be pointless.

It would make you
vulnerable.

You simply should have had my
letters read without my knowledge.

In my last letter to my family,
I told them this:

"There are none more loyal
to Lorenzo than I."

"There are others who, if
Lorenzo fell, would move on.

I could never "move on."

I understand your need
for escape, Lorenzo.

To feel apart
from your responsibility.

You can have that escape.
But you do have to come back.

You must always come back.

Attend to your guns,
Da Vinci.

I've been tasked
to handle this matter.

And you're doing
an admirable job.

I hear you slaughtered one of
the poor Sisters on the way in.

- It was an accident.
- Incompetence often is.

How dare you!

Stay put.

This is how you prove
your worth to Lorenzo?

By killing his war engineer?

Tell me something, Giuliano.
What is your plan?

To seal off this place until
the evil spirits retreat.

You won't inquire into
anything other than possession?

Of course I will.

Well, grace us with your
alternate theories then.

- Please.
- Disease. Perhaps.

- Right.
- Scrofula, plague.

I know of no disease
that can ravage its host this quickly.

Well, what, then?

Before we accept
the Devil's work,

shouldn't we first eliminate
the more profane causes?

Consider panther cap
mushrooms.

They're known to cause
hallucinations, even death.

Right, let's see
what we've found.

No, no, no,

no, no, no.

None of these
are the culprit.

Right, next on our list,
wolf spiders.

The poisonous bite
of the Lycosidae.

That can cause a hysterical
state of movement called Tarantism.

Wait!

Alas, that's not
the villain we seek.

Then what now, scribbler?

Some art appreciation,
I think.

What possible contaminant
can be found in here?

Considering the florid images
the Sisters live amidst,

not to mention the amateurish
technique on display here,

is it any wonder

the afflicted believe
themselves possessed?

Have you gone mad too?

I thought the pigments might
contain too much mercury.

- But no.
- Enough, Da Vinci.

When you start
licking paintings

I think it's time to accept
that the Devil is here.

Riders from Rome!

For once, Giuliano,
you may be correct.

Captain Grunwald.

Giuliano de Medici.

Pretty as always.

I'd have thought
you loath to return,

after your last mission
to Florence.

We bring help
to the dear Sisters,

in the person
of Prefect Mercuri.

Lupo Mercuri?

Curator of the
Vatican's Secret Archives?

Today, I come as Prefect
for the Sacred Congregation of Rites.

Your offer of assistance
is gracious, Prefect,

but the Abbess is quite able
to lead the prayers for her flock.

My orders are to execute
the holy rites for demonic exorcism.

I have no plans to leave the good
sisters at the mercy of the Deceiver.

And are you so attuned
to the infernal,

you could sense their problems
all the way from Rome?

We sent for aid days ago,
painter.

We dare not reject Christ's
warriors in our hour of need.

(Bell tolls)

- Nephew.
- Your Grace.

How goes the business
at the Convent?

I fear the casualties mount.

The Lord often requires
sacrifice.

The Medicis crossed the Lord,

refusing to appoint
our Archbishop in Pisa,

employing a war engineer.

It is God's will
to break Lorenzo

and all who support him.

With the possible exception
of Da Vinci, I agree with you.

Lucrezia Donati has him
tied up between her thighs,

his alliance with the
Medicis is a fragile one.

Those weapons he makes,
they could all be ours.

And what of Da Vinci's
other alliances?

Has he not sided with
the Sons of Mithras?

Da Vinci can deliver us
The Book of Leaves.

All signs point to it
being in Florence,

and then he can aid in unlocking
its unparalleled knowledge.

Surely, the Lord wills
that we embrace him.

Do you tell me
what the Lord wills?

Of course not, Father.

Holy Father.

Find a way, then.

Make this Da Vinci ours,
if it amuses you.

Oh, Riario, your slave girl.

The Abyssinian.

I want her for tonight.

Don't fret. You'll have
her back in the morning.

Whoa!

Thank you, Gualberto.

Lorenzo?

No.
I know how he summons you.

Gualberto, the carriage,
the rose.

They're all up there.

Lorenzo, his father.

His grandfather, Cosimo.

Giuliano, his lynx.

His sisters, me, Becchi.

Even that pig Duke Sforza.

Because he was important
to Florence.

Lorenzo
doesn't summon me.

Oh, but he does.

It hasn't always been you.
Lorenzo's had other diversions.

Well, what do you want?
For me to stay away from him?

I love him.
And I love this city.

Perhaps
because he is this city.

You see, we have to prevail.

And do you think me
an impediment to that end?

You cannot be as brazen
with your affections.

Not in public.

There is a conspirator
in our court.

As we speak, Lorenzo continues
to eliminate suspects

and draws the noose tighter.

They will find the traitor
and execute him.

But until then, any vulnerability against
Lorenzo could be exploited.

You could be used as
leverage against him.

You are a distraction.
That's your function.

I will tolerate that.

But I will not tolerate you
becoming a vulnerability.

Wait five minutes
after I leave.

Clarice,
I know you love him.

How can you even
stand to look at me?

Because I know you will
never be up on that wall.

Ah, Signora.

Might I have a word
before you depart?

Are you and your husband
at home tomorrow?

It's vital I question you
about any recent travels.

- Our travels?
- Forgive my indelicacy,

but Lorenzo requests I track the
comings and goings of everyone

with access to the palace.

Given these vexing times,
we can't make exceptions.

Absolutely.

Niccolo and I will assist
you in any way that we can.

Excellent.
Tomorrow noon then?

Yes. Good day,
Gentile.

Gualberto, you shall
retrieve me again this evening.

Lorenzo requires
my presence.

(Whip cracks
and horse neighs)

(Woman grunts and groans)

I cast you out,
infernal adversary!

Begone from
our Sister Oriana,

from all made
in the image of God

and redeemed by the precious
blood of the divine Lamb.

The most high God
commands you!

- Man of Rome.
- The Most High God commands you.

- I know why you came.
- Eternal Word of God made flesh.

I know what you crave.

The sacred mystery of
the cross commands you.

- I know what you crave.
- The exalted Virgin Mary commands you.

All you think about
is fucking.

I adjure you by the living God,
by the true God,

cease your deception
of this woman!

Begone!

- Begone!
- Prefect Mercuri!

Silence!

I command you, begone!

The moments before she died,

I saw the light of God
in her eyes.

She is saved.

Tell me something, Prefect.
In all your time doing this,

have you ever met a demon that
you couldn't expel?

No.

"Ex umbra in solem".

"From Shadow into the Light".

Epigram of
the Secret Archives.

(Gasps)

Where am I? What am I doing?

You're at the Convent.

You're at the Convent.
Sshh. Sshh.

- But I left it for you.
- You returned.

You came back to
aid your friends.

You lied, Leonardo.

You promised me wonders.

You said we'd fly.
You said we'd burn like the sun,

but there's no sun
in your world.

There's only coldness
and shadows.

Ssh. Ssh. Calm yourself.

You've taken ill.

You're so smart,

you're so beautiful,

but we're just toys
to you, aren't we?

I think it is time to cleanse
this dear soul as well.

Don't touch her.
Don't you...

Surely she deserves a chance to
fight this herself.

Just one more day.

In God's name.

Till dawn, then.

If you cannot
solve this by morning,

we must burn
this evil out of them.

Foolish fire.

(Woman screams) No!

I'm going to fly for you,
Leo, fly to the sun.

You're on Florentine soil, you
sheep-biting scut and I want you out. Now.

- Tough talk from the golden boy...
- (Sniggering)

..without your brother
to back it up.

(Sniggering)

No matter. It won't be long till the
both of you are run out of town.

- How do you figure that?
- Simple.

Rome has more men.
And the Lord on its side.

Well, we've got ten
pipe organ muskets

capable of firing
33 rounds a minute on ours.

Ten guns?

Good to know,
thank you for that.

(Laughter)

I'll be fine on my own.

As you wish,
Signora.

We're starting
to eliminate suspects.

Some of the counters,
the cooks.

The circle of suspicion
grows smaller.

- (Knock at door)
- Most will prove loyal.

One will slip.

And then we'll have him.

I didn't send for you.

I think you did.
I felt it.

Matters of state obsess me.

Please go.

There are those who
saw me arrive -

Gualberto...
Officers of the Night.

And they know I only
come here for you.

They may think that
you finished with me...

prematurely.

They'll think what
I'll have them think.

I don't want you here.

No.

Of course you don't.

(Panting)

(Grunts)

You're troubled.

Tell me what it is.

Is it the spy?

Your wife.

She summoned me
this morning.

- I'll have words with her.
- No, please don't.

Her actions were only out
of concern for your safety.

My love, this traitor
could be anyone,

no matter how close
they are to you.

Clarice's suspicions
are justified.

You can't let your investigation
overlook anyone.

Search even those
you suspect the least,

for the threat may
reside anywhere -

even in your own home.

Maestro, that's 20.
Can I stop now?

- Wash it all down.
- Why are you making me do this?

We've eliminated
accidental causes.

That leaves only
intentional contamination.

- The wine and wafers are poisoned?
- Apparently not.

It was a thought.

Is it not possible
demons are the cause?

It goes against logic.

God punishes his admirers, and leaves
heathens like us unscathed?

This has
the makings of a plot.

Invoke the Devil,
make people afraid,

and when they're afraid,
they stop asking questions.

No, this isn't the work
of the Deceiver,

this is a counter-attack.

Rome is inducing
this possession.

I know it.

I just... I don't know how.

(Man screaming)

Aargh!

Bertino!

I - N - R - I.

I carved the letters from our
Savior's cross into his neck,

driving out the demons.

Which of you
will I save next?

- Devil!
- No devil.

- Just a Medici.
- Bind him securely!

(Screams)

For this curse to pass
from the nuns

to one of the Officers
of the Night,

the answer has to be
right before us.

- What has your man eaten today?
- Nothing.

He offered up a fast to
Our Lord to help the afflicted nuns.

- A pious man.
- The most pious of us all.

Every moment, he would pray to Saint
Anthony to end the women's agony.

- How did he pray?
- Kissing the feet of the statue.

It's been a custom
for centuries.

Vanessa, the others -
did they practice the same custom?

Many of the Sisters here do.

It may be time for your patron to
shed some light on our problem.

I need fireflies.

A capture.

You've taught me well.

My first victory
is close at hand.

You should be careful not
to press a desperate foe too hard.

Or you may find yourself at
the mercy of a divine move.

'The inspired play turns
a losing game into victory.'

Have your men
douse their lanterns.

What are the fools up to now?

It matters not,
this ends now.

The distinct properties
of different lights

enable us to see clearly what may
previously have been hidden.

'The glow of the firefly,
for instance, intensifies anything red.'

I've used it in the past
to calibrate crimson

in my paints to
the most specific degree.

But what does this
have to do with the demons?

Everything, as it turns out.

Some fungi, for instance,

appear bright red
in certain lights.

(Wailing)

Burning! Make it stop!

I will, my child.

Prepare them with oil.
Time to burn the devil out!

(Groaning)

(Woman screams)

Brand her.

Red ergot fungus!

It normally grows on rye.

The effects are dire: spasms,
vomiting, dropsy, gangrene,

and, according to survivors,

a distinct sensation of being
burned, as if by hellfire.

It scrambles the mind,
you see.

It causes hallucinations
and mania.

Your mind is as scrambled as theirs, Da Vinci.
Now move aside or burn.

We must cleanse this convent,
cauterize the infection.

The nuns are beyond help,

victims
of a spiritual assault.

On that account,
I agree with you.

An assault perpetrated by agents who
would seek to weaponize the Holy Spirit.

The feet of the statue outside
are dusted with ergot.

All of the victims kissed the feet of
Saint Anthony before falling sick.

All of the stricken Sisters, Vanessa
- even your pious Officer, Bertino.

To a person.

- What you're suggesting is absurd!
- Is it?

Then why have neither you nor
Captain Grunwald's men fallen sick?

Hmm?

Why aren't heretics
like Signor Medici,

or young Nico,
or myself fallen sick?

It's because we made no
obeisance to the statue.

Nor did you or your men.

I won't stand for this fatuous
slander another moment.

Well, all you need to do is kiss the
feet of Saint Anthony to prove me wrong.

"Red ergot"?

Who ever heard
of such a thing?

Stop! I will tell you.

A historian by the name
of Geoffroy du Breuil

recorded one such outbreak
in the 12th century.

Perhaps you have a copy of it,
hidden amongst your Secret Archives?

A treatment for
this affliction exists.

It's a green ointment of these
herbs and vinegar,

and a vigorous regime
of leeching.

If we use this, we may still be able
to save those who've fallen sick.

Well done, Da Vinci.

MOTHER ALBINO:
Thank you Maestro.

(Chuckles)

(Gasps)

(Gasps)

You know why you
brought us here.

We died to prove your genius.

(Heartbeat pounds)

Riario!

(Yells)

Tell me what to say
to win the other key.

Tell me what to say
to win the key!

Tell me!

I am a son of Earth
and starry Heaven.

I am a son of Earth
and starry...

Mother?

(Hawk cries)

Mother?

GIULIANO: Da Vinci...
can you hear me?

I think he's starting
to respond.

Maestro...are you alright?

You kept stirring
and crying out.

Vanessa's lips.

Vanessa's lips...
they bore the poison.

- I was in a deep vision.
- Yes, we know.

The Sisters have been
treating you all day long.

- Vanessa? Is she -
- Perfectly fine.

You've kept Rome from claiming
a beautiful victim.

It's all over now.

For me,
I fear it's just begun.

(Shudders)

"Satan,

for it is written,

you shall worship the Lord your
God, and Him only shall you serve."

You know your scripture.

I now know a great many things,
Cardinal.

That's a message worth
delivering to Riario.

Believe me, Count Riario
and I have much to discuss.

How did they do it,
Maestro?

It wouldn't have been hard.

The Convent's open to all
worshipers, as the Prioress said.

Just one single, sympathetic
agent could have strolled in,

contaminated
the toes of Saint Anthony...

..and waited.

And then -
Abyssus abyssum invocat -

'One misstep
leads to another.'

LORENZO:
'They poisoned the pious.'

Oh, God,
have mercy on the believers.

- We just bought Florence more time.
- Hm.

- What is it?
- A rider brought word.

Your brother let slip
how many guns we have.

Production continues, but...

Giuliano could've hidden his
error but admitted it.

For all the good that does.

Rome will strike when it knows
exactly what it faces.

We'll have to produce
even more guns now.

Oh, yes, I ordered a full search
of the palace, no stone unturned.

Have you discovered
something?

Perhaps we should discuss
this in private.

Show me now, Conti, or I'll think
it's you with something to hide.

Where did you find this?

Where?

In Signor Becchi's quarters.

You lie!

These are not mine!

It was on a shelf,
il Magnifico. I swear.

Hidden amongst other books.

It was you.

All along,
the traitor was you.

Lorenzo,
this is a mistake.

Roman Scudos.

Papers with the Papal Seal.

A list of locations to hide them
for delivery to Rome.

Found in my home!

- Please, Lorenzo...
- Silence!

Or I'll cut out
your tongue myself.

Remove him.

To the Bargello.

RIARIO: 'It would appear
you've won again.'

There will be other games.

It's difficult, choosing
which path to follow,

trying to see a way through all
the strategies you've initiated.

No.

No, that's not difficult.

You simply have to believe.

In my experience, there's
nothing simple about belief.

That's the difference
between you and me.

Not the only one.

I heard you.

Tell Zo to dispose of these.

They've served their purpose.

I gather he quite prefers
it in there, no?

He doesn't seem to be
interested in his freedom,

maybe he likes
his pretty cage.

Ignis fatuus.

As one game ends,
another begins.

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