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— Lorenzo's lost blood, I'm
gonna give him some of mine.

— I feared I'd lost you.
Where am I?

— You're where you belong.

— There is goodness in you,
there is grace.

— No one looks on me
and sees grace.

— I do.

— Storm on the way, could push us
into the rocks.

— This is not how I saw us finding
your new world.

— Nico!
Not everyone abandoned him.

— You dare enter Naples unannounced
and meet with my wife in secret?

— All must earn a seat
at my table.

— Call it a game.

— Make me a full partner
in your plan.

— The Sword of Osman Gazi.
I'm taking it with me.

— They came here when
I was just a little girl.

— We called them the Sun
and the Moon.

— It is her face
I see in yours.

— She came for the Book of Leaves.
My mother.

— ♪ — DaVinci's Demons 2x06 — ♪ —
The Rope of the Dead
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Original Air Date on April 26, 2014

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— My dreamer. Soon you will enter
the Vault of Heaven.

— I feared I'd lost you.

— I've been here before.

— There is only one way to enter
the Vault of Heaven, Leonardo.

— You must become
one with me forever.

— Your secrets, mine.

— And my secrets, yours.

— So...

— Is this...

— a marriage proposal?

— Are you devoted
to another?

— No.

— (Speaks Quechua)

— Topa believes you will die
in the trials ahead.

— And he may be right.

— He will make the ceremony
binding us

— as grueling
as possible.

— He wants the Book always
to remain in the Vault.

— But why would the Book
still be in the Vault?

— When my mother left here, why
didn't she take it with her?

— You mistake my words.

— I said she went
in the Vault.

— I never said
she left it.

— Not an inch further.

— You can't have any idea
what kind of man he is.

— I have attended him
for years.

— I speak your language,
thanks to him.

— He is a man much like
Da Vinci.

— They're both dangerous,
that's as far as it goes.

— He released me from slavery,

— as your friend
has made men free.

— He has seen others die
for his goals

— just as Da Vinci has.

— And they need each other.

— If it's come to
a point where Da Vinci

— needs that
twisted shitheel,

— you might as well choke me
to death yourself.

— You will never
understand him.

— There we agree.

— (Lash of whip)
Aargh!

— Focus past the pain.

— (Strains)

— Aargh!

— Aargh!

— Tell me about my wife.

— Aargh!

— (Chuckles)

— What was Ippolita like,

— when you first saw her?

— What did you have
that charmed her?

— Heroics?
(Splutters)

— Poetry?
(Laughs)

— Money?

— What did the trick?

— Alfonso, it was
a very long time ago.

— Aargh!

— Not for her!

— She is married to a duke,

— but still dreams of her past
with a common money-lender.

— You send two whispered
words to Ippolita,

— and she comes running
like a bitch for its master.

— I want to know
how you won her.

— Every detail.

— It was simple.

— With my tongue.

— (Chokes)

— Filthy fucking Florentine!

— You've forgotten your place.

— You've forgotten
where you are, Magnifico.

— This is not Florence.

— (Chokes)

— This is Naples!

— Where your little ploys of
finance count for nothing!

— Where the depravity of your
artists will not stand.

— Where the only truly
holy things are strength...

— ..and a good aim.

— (Speaks Quechua)

— I'm sorry,
what's happening?

— Topa Inca requires the most
demanding of the rituals.

— Only this will allow Leonardo to
enter the Vault of Heaven

— as my mate.

— Mate?

— Sorry, this is your wedding day,
Leo, is it?

— Mm-hm.

— I give this to you with
whom I will share my life.

— I have nothing
to give to you.

— Perhaps this.

— Speak the words
I spoke to you.

— 'I give this to you.

— With whom I will share
my life.'

— Next.

— One of your friends must be
willing to spill blood on your behalf.

— Their own blood
or someone else's?

— That depends upon them.

— You are best suited to spill
blood for your companion.

— She's a good judge of character,
I'll give her that.

— (Quechua)

— If there is risk to him
involved...

— let me do it.

— No.
I can do what is required.

— I require
that you remain safe.

— God will protect me.

— Lorenzo.

— Lorenzo!

— This is Vezzi.

— He knows something
of Ferrante's game.

— The King subjects those
who would petition him

— to perform a kind of feat.

— They say it has something
to do with archery.

— You, Lorenzo, are a trained
bowman.

— (MAN) You are mediocre with a bow
on your best of days, Lorenzo.

— This hardly qualifies
as your best of days.

— Who would speak to me
in this way?

— Come on, then.
Out of the shadows with you.

— Boo! Hello, brother.

— Lorenzo? Lorenzo.

— Lorenzo, I tried.
Alfonso, he hates you.

— The game.
Ask her about the game.

— How do I win this...

— game of his?

— I do not know.

— It is a death trap designed
by my father-in-law

— to convince him God is on his
side in all affairs of state.

— A noose around your neck
connects to a horse inspired to run.

— You'll be given a bow
and a single arrow.

— You must, with that arrow,
kill the horse before it snaps your neck.

— It's impossible.

— Nearly.

— Only one man has
successfully beaten it.

— Alfonso.

— His own son?

— And this is the man
you thought you could negotiate with?

— There is another way, though..

— A third option between the
impossible and the brutal.

— You will be given a bow and arrow

— and be in clear line
of sight of King Ferrante.

— You will have the chance to kill Ferrante
before you yourself are slain.

— It will not save you.

— But it will make me
Queen of Naples.

— Then I can remove
Alfonso myself

— to end the war
between our homes.

— So...kill a wild horse...

— or assassinate a mad king
with a single shot,

— whilst a noose dangles
at my neck?

— Excellent.

— It's all I have to offer.

— It's not quite the diplomatic
conclave you imagined, is it?

— Viracocha is the creator

— who brought our people
to this land.

— Leonardo, you must offer your flesh
to the animals who attend him.

— This way. Come.

— Now what?

— Ima?

— Like coils of serpents, both of
your fates are entwined.

— How very poetic.

— Listen, tonight you must

— make your way through
the cornfield,

— where three predators
will hunger for your blood.

— Show no mercy.
They will show none to you.

— Before the morning sun
hits the ritual altar,

— you must defeat
one final guardian

— to claim the antidote.

— (Snake hisses)
Agh!

— Maestro!

— Unless Leonardo is purified,
he will die.

— And they will all be sacrificed
and I'll be helpless to stop it.

— And these predators
you speak of?

— How exactly do you
expect me to...

— Tonight we feed the earth,
either with your blood or theirs.

— (Groans)

— My horse is tired.
Let's stop for a rest.

— I said, let's stop.

— The horse is not tired,
you are not tired.

— No?

— You hesitate because we're
so close to Constantinople,

— the goal you
and your father share.

— Once we enter the city
and the die is cast,

— terrible things
will happen

— that is not
why I hesitate.

— Then?

— Ever since we left Rome,
I've been thinking about my father.

— We hadn't seen each other
in years

— and all he could talk about
were his games and his schemes.

— You wonder what kind
of man he is?

— If an evil man hates him...

— does it make your father
a good man?

— I don't know any more.

— My father and Alessandro
are brothers.

— Perhaps they're not
as different as I thought.

— Few men are like your father.

— These strategies
take time to unfold.

— But...

— Quon?

— Quon!

— If I thought you were going
to attack me,

— I would have drugged
you both.

— You drugged him?
Forgive me.

— Aslam Al-Rahim.

— Before you
reach Constantinople,

— I would like to
share something with you.

— You cannot think
I would trust you.

— And yet Leonardo does.

— Did he send you?

— I do not know Da Vinci's fate on
the other side of the world.

— But the Book of Leaves may have
fallen into evil hands.

— So if Da Vinci returns...
When he returns.

— ..you will need to be ready.

— For what?

— As I said.

— Leonardo trusts me.

— Would you like to know why?

— (Splutters)

— You are dying, Leonardo.

— And your part of the test,
my dreamer,

— will not take place in this
world of the living.

— Then I'm not dead?

— Am I?

— You will be at sunrise.

— Your life force is already
untethered.

— But that is what makes you able
to walk between worlds.

— What is that?
Ayahuasca.

— We call it the rope
of the dead.

— Here.
No, no.

— Drink.
No.

— It will let you see.

— Perhaps the spirits
will reveal to you

— secrets from
the Vault of Heaven.

— (Gulps and chokes)

— Ssh, listen.

— As you walk among the dead,
you will find many temptations.

— But I will guide you
on your journey.

— How will you guide me?

— We have committed ourselves to
one another in the ritual.

— But to tie you to this world,
my dreamer,

— we must unite our bodies
as one.

— (Grunts)

— Draw from me here
the strength

— you will need
to survive.

— Give yourself to me.

— Give yourself to me.

— Give yourself to me.

— Your journey has begun.

— You will see friends
and loved ones

— that journeyed before you.

— Listen to their words.

— But be careful.

— Don't listen too long.

— Or your life will slip
before your eyes, dreamer.

— (Panting)

— (Distant shouting)

— (Shouting and yelling
gets closer)

— These three notes will help keep
you on your path.

— If you hear them, you will know
you've strayed too far.

— This room, Leonardo, is a
threshold between worlds.

— You can find your way back.

— Just listen to the sound
of my voice.

— As you journey
through this place,

— you must follow
the three tones.

— Or you will be lost
to us forever.

— (Baby crying)

— Artista?

— (Shouting)

— Aargh!

— (Choking)

— (Crash of thunder)

— Giuliano?

— We meet again, artista.

— Am I meant to fight you?

— Each man is given a challenge
suited to his skills.

— For me, it was a battle.

— Yours...a riddle.

— 'A vessel I have
that's round like a pear

— Moist in the middle,
surrounded with hair

— And often it happens,
water flowers there'

— Given your celebrated worship
of the female anatomy,

— I'm tempted to answer vulva.

— That would be too easy.

— An eye.

— It's moist and round,
surrounded by lashes — hair.

— Often glistening with tears.

— As were mine...

— when I learned of my son.

— Vanessa.

— I will protect her.

— See to it.

— My life no longer has anything
to do with Leonardo's.

— We are on separate journeys.

— Believe that if you like.

— But as we sit here
in the bright of day,

— in the New World, it is
the middle of the night.

— And in this night, something
disturbs the underworld.

— Something calls on souls
that cannot find rest.

— Leonardo trusts me because
I show him there are worlds

— larger than
the one he knows.

— And now I do the same
for you.

— Your sister has words
for you.

— I don't want
to see her.

— This is not a matter
of choice.

— Sister.

— Amelia.

— Amelia?

— I'm so sorry.

— Don't be.
I tried to save you.

— You couldn't have...

— I wanted it to be me.

— The deaths that happened,
they had to happen.

— The deaths that will happen,
they have to happen.

— What?

— No... No.

— Wait, no.

— Revive him.

— Constantinople awaits.

— (GIULIANO) Let's talk about
you surviving this thing.

— Clearly, survival wasn't
your area of expertise.

— No, but I excelled
in archery far beyond you.

— You see, if you wish
to hit your mark,

— whether it's galloping
horse or tyrant king,

— you must still everything,

— mind and body alike.

— That was never really
your strong suit.

— My entire body is screaming
different variations

— of 'Kill me now.'

— As loud as it can.

— Will that be of aid?

— (PIERO) To whom do you speak,
my lord?

— The prisoner over there.

— In my pain, he looks
and speaks like Giuliano.

— He brings me comfort.

— There hasn't been anyone in that
cell in all the time I've been here.

— They think you've gone mad.

— Perhaps you do, too.

— As if drawing strength
from my memory

— were not the sanest thing
you could do.

— The question is...

— whether you're sane enough
to accept tutelage

— from the one man
who can help you?

— You cannot rest now, brother.
You must stay awake.

— You must!

— For the first time
in your life,

— unless you want your
bow hand to wobble,

— your aim to be false
and your neck to snap

— like kindling, will you
at long last listen to me?

— Yes. Yes, I will listen.

— You see,
I know you, Lorenzo.

— Some men are
driven by love.

— You are at your best
when fueled by rage.

— All the good in you
burns brighter

— when you see
something you despise

— and that rage
drives you to act.

— Whom do you need to see
in that target?

— Whom do you hate so much
that it steadies your aim?

— I hate Alfonso
a fair amount just now.

— I've half a mind to fuck
his wife crooked once more.

— Alfonso's just a cruel
little daddy's boy.

— Every time he's inside her, he thinks
about how you were there first.

— He's far to petty to be
worth hating.

— Ferrante?

— Sixtus?

— No, dangerous,
deadly but remote.

— Think harder, brother.

— Who do you hate?

— So, old fucking Cosimo, then.

— With his legacy and his infernal
riddles and mysteries,

— that he could not entrust
to his own blood.

— Because of his
fucking secrets,

— our grand inheritance
will be our own,

— violent fucking deaths,

— at the hands of these
goddamn philistines!

— Long dead!

— Long dead! Find your best
target, Lorenzo.

— Quiet down!

— I'm to be made an example of?

— The great Ferrante wishes
to embarrass me, to humble me.

— To humble you more,
brother.

— No, I really didn't imagine it
would be this difficult

— for you to answer.

— Who...do...you...hate?

— (Shouting in Quechua,
thunder crashes)

— Aargh! Argh!

— Aargh!

— (Yells)

— I know the hand
of this painter.

— Painted some time around 1502,
it is said.

— La Giaconda.

— The Mona Lisa.

— Not your best work,
in my opinion.

— Who is this woman?

— For centuries,
the Mona Lisa's identity

— will be shrouded
in mystery.

— One of many mysteries
surrounding your life,

— but I believe the Turk already
told you of that?

— How your history
would be suppressed.

— What I don't know...

— One of the many things
that I don't know...

— ..is why.

— How quickly would you unfold
the answers of a lifetime?

— Is this my mother?

— Of course you would
think that.

— I might argue every woman
you paint is your mother.

— Fuck you!

— The retort of a genius?

— Well, why do I complete
this painting, then?

— Of all the paintings
I start then stop,

— you've shown me
I can finish it.

— Why do I have to?

— Ask her.

— She knows!

— Doesn't she?

— (ABYSSINIAN) The landscape
behind this woman?

— It's mysterious.

— Desolate.

— A sort of...riddle, no?

— Always another puzzle.

— Well, it works, does it not?

— What's this?

— 'Leonard di ser Piero
Da Vinci.

— Born in Vinci, 1452,

— died in Nanterre, 1525.'

— Nanterre?

— France is where I'll die?

— History is a canvas,
constantly repainted.

— You might die today.

— Perhaps you are dying
as we speak.

— (Three notes sound)

— No, no, wait!
Wait, I need more time!

— You were warned
not to stay too long.

— My life is about
tempting fate.

— What if I told you the road
ahead would be even more perilous?

— More painful?

— I would not stray from it.

— I hope that is so.

— The longer you remain here,
the greater the price you will pay.

— (Coughing)

— You're here?

— (Sighs)

— At last.

— I thought I would not live
to see this moment.

— Who are you?

— Who am I?

— (Coughs)

— I recall being more observant
when I was your age.

— You're me!

— (Yells)

— I am the wrath of God!

— (Yelling)

— Aaargh!

— Fuck, fuck! Die!

— (Yells)

— (Thunder rumbles, he howls)

— I live to be your age,
then?

— That all depends.

— Just because you see me now,

— it doesn't mean you will
live to see tomorrow.

— How is this possible?

— You should have learnt
by now.

— Anything is possible.

— Did we not experience
something similar in our youth?

— Free me!

— Well, if you're me...

— ..then you know what happens
in the years that bridge us.

— And if I tell
you anything...

— ..it may change
every outcome.

— You already have just
by being here.

— I forgot just how petulant
I could be.

— Apparently, that's the one thing that
doesn't fade with age.

— We have not the time.

— What is the most
important question

— that you
could ask me?

— (Coughs and breathes raspingly)

— Do I find the Book of Leaves?

— Do you find it?

— You must protect it.

— And it will cost you...

— ..everything

— that you hold dear.

— But you must not let it
fall into their hands.

— Whose hands?
You don't know...

— You don't know yet.

— The enemies of Man.

— If it falls into the hands
of the Labyrinth,

— it will bring about
a permanent darkness.

— (IMA) Stay on the path,
my dreamer.

— Time is a river and yours
is about to run dry.

— You must go.
But please, promise me...

— Promise me that you will...

— you will not end up
like this.

— No.

— Promise me.

— How? Why?

— Why are you...

— Why are we in chains?

— Because I failed.
How?

— There's no time.
And you must go.

— You must go!

— Your journey cannot
have been in vain.

— (IMA) You have stayed
too long, Leonardo.

— Go!

— (Three notes)
(IMA) Come back!

— Go!

— The Lord
is a man of war.

— The Lord
is his name.

— Those who would join me at
my table be similarly worthy.

— Warriors baptized in blood.

— In his name. Amen.

— Amen.
Amen.

— The Game of Thrace
is simple.

— And it removes from my presence
those who are not worthy

— of bargaining with me.

— It's fiendish, Lorenzo.

— Unless your aim is perfect,

— your strength great enough
to kill the poor beast

— with a single shot.

— Then, snap.

— (Whinnies)

— Long live Florence!
Pull the lever!

— (Laughs)

— Constantinople.

— Its new ruler is pleased
to rename it Istanbul,

— a city the likes of which
has never been seen before.

— Nor shall ever be seen again.

— Your sister
spoke of death.

— That wasn't my sister.

— You know whom you saw.

— The memory
will serve you.

— Someday there will be a man
who would serve the Labyrinth,

— who would use the
Book of Leaves for death.

— You must make him listen
to you, Signora Donati.

— You alone can
make him listen.

— What is this Labyrinth?

— Who is the man
that you speak of?

— When you must know,
you will know.

— I wish you luck
on your quest.

— I pray you survive it.

— And in preparing you
for what will come,

— whether you accept it or not,

— I have done you
a kindness today.

— And now you owe me.

— Get up!

— King Ferrante!

— As you are like the Lord, full
of mercy and wisdom,

— I plead mercy
for my companion Piero.

— He is here because I am here.

— He must not be made
to face this test.

— For it is I who seek
an audience and not him.

— If you are the man of character
your people say you are,

— spare him.

— We understand.

— And we grant you this boon.

— If Lorenzo fail
in his task,

— executioner, run your sword
through his companion,

— No!

— so that his death may
be swift and merciful.

— It is how God
would want it.

— You can do this,
Lorenzo.

— Master your rage
and harness it.

— Name it and you will own it.
Clarice.

— You resent her for not being
every woman in the world

— but you're still
proud of her.

— Dig deeper, brother.
Da Vinci.

— Come on!
He may infuriate.

— But he fights for the same world
as you with the same weapons.

— The traitor Lucrezia.
Finally someone worth hating!

— But most likely
dead already.

— So are you. It doesn't seem
to stand in your way.

— And there it is.

— No.
Yes.

— Yes. Is it really
so surprising?

— Why, brother?
Why me?

— For one thing,

— you could have passed
this test in an instant.

— (GIULIANO)
This test and any other.

— Everything was so easy
for me, my life was so easy.

— It wasn't true.
It wasn't true.

— It's what I thought once,
perhaps.

— But you fought for Florence
harder than any of us.

— Yes, I fought.
I fought.

— And died.

— And that...
that is why you hate me.

— No one ever
wants to say it.

— A part of us always hates
the dead for leaving us.

— God damn you for dying!

— Name your hate now.

— Master it.

— And loose your fucking bow.

— God damn you
for dying before me"

— (Whinnies)

— (ALFONSO) No! No!

— So, Ferrante.

— No more games!

— (Quechua)

— Be swift, my lord.

— The sun is on its way.

— Do they expect me
to kill you?

— You must...

— before you claim
this antidote.

— (IMA) Stay on the path,
my dreamer.

— Follow the tones and I will
lead you back to me.

— Do not be tempted by the
knowledge you may find.

— The threshold, Leonardo.

— You must hurry back!

— How many years
have you lost

— that you would have had
otherwise, artista?

— Giuliano!

— Can you make the rest of your
life count?

— Would you have me protect
Vanessa or not?

— I implore you.

— Strike quickly
and with all mercy.

— What's at stake here

— is greater than one life,
Girolamo.

— You have told me
again and again.

— Da Vinci must live.

— Without him, you cannot
enter the Vault of Heaven.

— No, no.
You must.

— You must.

— (IMA) Hurry, my dreamer!

— Leonardo!

— You must.

— Do you remember the story
of Solomon and Sheba?

— Of course.

— I had such plans.

— (Wailing)

— Zita?

— Tell him I forgive him.

— (IMA) Run to me,
Leonardo. Run!

— Come back to me, Leonardo!

— Come back, my dreamer,
you have stayed too long!

— Come back!

— You have returned.

— Look, your friend
has succeeded.

— I am not his friend.

— (Quechua)

— You have passed the test,
my dreamer.

— Thank you.

— Tomorrow,
the Sun and the Moon

— will enter
the Vault of Heaven.

— As will I.

— I killed Zita
to save you.

— I know.

— She forgives you.

— Know this, Da Vinci.

— If we depart this place
without the Book of Leaves,

— I will kill you myself.

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