All language subtitles for medici.s02e03-sd

What's the hour?

Late, early, I don't know.

- You should be sleeping.
- I can't.

- I'm beset by obstacles
and opportunities. - Obstacles?

No sooner had Pope Paul extended
credit to our bank

than he dies of heart failure

forcing the Curia to elect
a new Pope as his successor.

The new Pope is an ally, is he not?

When he was Cardinal Della Rovere,
he helped arrange my marriage.

But now that he's Pope Sixtus,
he has relatives seeking favors

while Salviati waits looking for
his moment to strike against us.

I'm sure Father Carlo
will defend your interests.

He'll forestall them for
as long as he can.

This is my moment, Lucrezia,
I must seize it.

I see.

And what do you want to do
with your moment?

Make Florence into a true Republic.

My husband will not support that,
nor Jacopo Pazzi.

No, I don't suppose they will.

- Where are you going?
- Giuliano and I must ride to Milan.

- Whatever for? - To make sure
our alliance is secure.

- Be careful.
- I will. - No, I mean it.

You barely escaped assassination
once.

It's a wasted life that I fear,
not death.

Then I will fear it for you.

OBSTACLES AND OPPORTUNITIES

MILAN

- Welcome. - I don't know
why we're courting Galeazzo Sforza

when we should be demanding justice
at home.

The future lies in peace,
not the quarrels of the past.

Please, go ahead.

Lorenzo de' Medici, here
with my brother to see the Duke.

This way, Signori.

Lorenzo, you coming?

Enough!

Lorenzo and Giuliano de' Medici,
welcome.

Odd to find such beauty
behind these tall, dark walls.

A wise ruler not only shows
his greatness

by dispensing beauty
but must spill blood to protect it.

It's me you want!
Please, please! Let her go!

A case in point.

- Come, son.
- Stay.

- He's too young.
- To learn survival?

As the sister of two kings,
my wife doesn't understand

that some of us must earn admiration
and fear of those they rule.

This noble plotted to kill me.

Spare her! She's with child.

Please, I beg you.

My lord, the painting in the hallway
of the "Last Judgement".

- Who's the artist?
- I forget.

It's a reminder, is it not,
of Christ's teaching?

"There will be no mercy
for those who do not show it."

I am touched by your concern
for my soul, Lorenzo de' Medici.

Go! I forgive you.

Thank you! Thank you!

Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!

I command that you all love me
for my humility and kindness.

We're here to discuss repayment
of your outstanding debt.

Under the terms, it is due.

I was sorry for your father's death,
he told you I don't have the funds.

I offered to repay my debt
with the soldiers you turned away.

Your wool mills in Segrate
are still spinning profits.

There's the tariffs that you impose
on trade with the North.

You've done your research,
young Medici.

You can have your money, but I break
the treaty between our two states.

You would harm the interests
of your people and ours.

- Your brother leaves me no choice.
- Very well.

- I will extend your loan repayment.
- Lorenzo.

If you divert the trade that you now
send through Bologna to Florence.

Generating new revenue
that would flow through your bank.

Oh, you are clever indeed,
young Medici.

Very well.

- Well played, brother.
- Thank you.

Except you can't change
the treaty with Milan.

- Only the Priori can. - We'll have
to get the Priori on our side.

No!

- No!
- He said he wouldn't kill him.

To save face.

Some men see mercy as weakness.

Come on!
Mother will be waiting for us.

Race you home!

I don't know, maybe.

- Mother, has Clarice arrived?
- She's expected.

- Have you extended the Duke's
credit? - For more trade routes.

We need that debt repaid,
the Pope won't wait forever.

We will repay him when the Priori
has agree to the new treaty.

Many in the Priori
didn't want the treaty.

- Jacopo Pazzi will be looking
for ways to oppose you. - I know.

Sandro, I was thinking
you should have your own workshop.

- I couldn't possibly afford it.
- Well, you don't have to.

- You're not serious.
- Find somewhere and I'll pay.

- With what? - If there's anything
I can ever do to repay you...

Actually, you can.

I need you to undertake a commission
for Marco Vespucci.

- I have to be sure of his support
in the Priori. - I'll do it.

- Why was that so easy? - He detests
Vespucci, but he loves his wife.

All my life I have tried to capture
a small piece of God's beauty

and I have failed almost so much
that I almost gave up

until I saw Simonetta Vespucci.

The single most beautiful creature
I have ever seen.

I realized, it is possible,
if I can capture that.

You truly understand
the weight of a dream, Sandro.

Never, ever, give that up.

Thank you so much.
Thank you, Lorenzo.

Thank you.

I see we have a quorum,
so I'll call this session to order.

- I'm curious.
- Me too.

First, let us welcome a new member

to replace the ailing
Messer Martino, Francesco Pazzi.

Now to business. Messer Medici,
you have just returned from Milan.

Yes,
I met with Duke Galeazzo Sforza.

I renegotiated our treaty
with far better terms for Florence.

- Well done, Lorenzo.
- Good job!

Under the proposed changes

trade routes will be diverted
from Bologna to Florence

generating more revenue
for our people.

And for the Medici bank.

If increased trade is the aim

we would be better off seeking
to ally ourselves with Venice again.

A few weeks ago, wasn't Messer Pazzi
clamoring for war with Venice?

- Yes!
- Now he seeks increased trade.

My uncle is weary
of Medici trickery.

They use this Republic
to serve their bank's interests.

- Yes, he's right!
- Yes!

It's in the interest of the Medici
bank that Florence flourish.

I encourage you all
to inspect the treaty.

And to vote it down
if you don't like what you see.

Don't take it personally!

Why must you be against anything
that helps the common man?

You weaken this Republic
and you empower the rabble.

Francesco, the world
doesn't have to be this way.

- We could change it. - The world
is the way it is for good reason.

As long as Florentine families
are at each other's throats

it will never be
as good as it could be.

- Send word to Salviati in Rome.
- What should I tell him?

That Medici's scheming
threatens Holy Mother Church.

The new Pope helped arrange
Lorenzo's marriage, they're friends.

Have I taught you nothing, nephew?
There are no friends in politics.

They're lovely, aren't they?

I could gaze on them all day.

Madonna Simonetta,
it's a great pleasure.

- I was looking for your husband.
- Why?

Lorenzo de' Medici offers
my services, he had hoped...

I had hoped to include you
in a painting.

- No.
- May I ask why?

Some men like
to keep beautiful things in cages

on display for others, but I don't.

Come, let me show you.

When I paint them,
I do it to set them free.

Here.

It's wings were cut.

I'm nobody's prisoner, Sandro.

My husband is busy today.

If you wish, you may return
tomorrow, he may see you then.

Or he may not.

I will return every day, Madonna.

I will beg to paint you,
to set you free

if not from a cage, then
from the ravages of time itself.

I will make you immortal.

I need a period of reflection.

Your Holiness,
I have urgent business.

- Please.
- Your Holiness.

Lorenzo de' Medici has renegotiated
Florence's treaty with Milan.

What is wrong with that?

I know you are fond of young Lorenzo

but reinforcing this alliance

may be an attempt to grow
Medici influence beyond Florence.

Francesco, I know you blame
the Medici for your family's ruin

and that you owe Jacopo Pazzi
for your education.

I can only imagine the pain you felt
losing a father at a young age

and seeing your mother
take her own life.

Our Lord Jesus teaches forgiveness.

You are right about Lorenzo.

He is a friend.

Until he actually harms
the interests of the Papal States

I will not consider him
an adversary.

If you communicate with your uncle,
you may wish to inform him of this.

Sta)!-

Sit and finish your wine.

Behold the Duomo, Madonna.

The Dome is magnificent, Maestro.

Conjured from the mind
of Filippo Brunelleschi

at the behest
of Lorenzo's grandfather, Cosimo.

Florence is a city of fevered minds.

What will people here think of me?

I trust you had a pleasant journey.

Maestro de' Becchi was kind enough
to work as my escort.

- He must have been a gifted tutor
to Lorenzo. - My privilege.

- This is my daughter, Bianca.
- A pleasure. - My pleasure.

- Lorenzo? - He'll be here soon,
you may wait in his rooms.

- I'm sorry.
- Please, look as long as you want.

How was your journey?
I trust Gentile was good company?

He was certainly informative,
he has a passion for Florence.

- He bored you.
- No, that's not what I meant.

Have you read it?
It's Ovid, the original text.

You don't read Latin.

- I do have the Italian translation
here somewhere. - No, it's not that.

And what is it then?

I believe it instructs men and women
in the art of seduction.

I should have thought.

- I'm sorry.
- No, it's I who is sorry.

Lorenzo.

Eh, my apologies.

- Luca Soderini, this is my wife,
Clarice de' Medici. - Enchanted.

We must speak urgently,
in private might be best.

Please, go ahead.

Your father's cousin,
the Archbishop of Pisa, has died.

- I'm sorry to hear it.
- If you don't replace him swiftly

the Pazzi will, with someone
determined to oppose you.

I have someone in mind.

My former tutor, Gentile de' Becchi.

A wise and respected choice.

Surely even Jacopo Pazzi
could not find a reason to object.

If he can't find one,
then he'll just invent one.

Get word to Carlo and Orsini
in Rome.

Tell them
that we rely on the Pope's support.

Has Your Holiness arrived
at a suitable candidate

to replace
the late Archbishop of Pisa?

Are you familiar with John 21,18?

"Very truly I tell you"

"when you were younger you dressed
yourself and went where you wanted."

"But when you are old,
you will stretch out your hands."

"Someone else will dress you, lead
you where you don't want to go."

Who is it you believe would make
a good candidate?

If you selected me I would represent
Papal interests in Pisa

and also watch over your interests
in Florence.

Unlike Lorenzo de' Medici's choice?

Perhaps I misjudge his loyalties

but you can have no doubt of mine,
Your Holiness.

Holiness.

- Salviati.
- Medici.

Tell me,
who is your favourite candidate?

Lorenzo has put forward
an excellent candidate.

- I've never seen anything
like this. - Then, he's gone.

The groom emerges at last!

You mustn't be late
for your own wedding feast.

Your bride isn't comfortable
with Florentine ways, I know.

Not yet, Poliziano.

- You can win her over with some
of your verses. - Give us one now.

- Yes!
- No. - Come on!

- Come on!
- Alright.

Cucumbers we've got.

Some giants, some rough,
some seem awfully bumpy

you grab them with a fist,
you peel it back a bit

you open wide and pumpy!

_ It's "Re wea hing a ' Yes!
puppy-

- Not bad, right?
- We like it!

- No man had a better brother!
- It's true.

- My brother is peerless.
- You're right.

- Lorenzo is the best!
- Excuse me, boys.

Bianca, what is it? Talk to me.

I mean of all people,
you can speak to me freely.

Father would never have forced me
to marry Bastiano Soderini

if he knew how unhappy it would make
me! - Duty comes first.

Hove another.

- Who?
- Guglielmo Pazzi.

- Guglielmo Pazzi?
- We were engaged as children.

- Bianca, this can never be.
- Why not?

Wouldn't a marriage alliance
with the Pazzi be better for us?

- It would unite
the city's two biggest banks! - No.

Soderini is an ally.

Jacopo will use any divide
against us.

If I don't win the vote on the
treaty, what I desire will be lost.

And what of me? Of your family?

Do our desires count for nothing?

Brother, you must leave.

- I didn't mean...
- No, you didn't, did you?

Enjoy your wedding feast, brother.

- To Lorenzo!
- Yes!

Tell me the truth, did you do this?

This suit tailor-made
just for this occasion.

- Don't you dance?
- No way. - Not now.

Madonna.

Lucrezia Donati Ardinghelli.

It can't be easy
to leave the life one's known

for a man you don't know.

I'm not the first to do so.

If you don't mind my saying

you look a little hesitant.

Perhaps the people here
would have been happier

if Lorenzo had chosen to marry
one of their own.

Nothing is as simple as it seems.

I just wanted to know
if you were alright.

Thank you for your kindness.

- It's the right time of the year.
- Yes.

Lorenzo de' Medici.

My boy, I'm so happy for you.

Stefano, all the way from Volterra!

- Messer Maffei. - What a pleasure!
- I'm so glad you could come.

- You know my son, Antonio?
- Antonio.

- A toast! Come, come!
- Sure!

Long life to the Medici.

Messer Vespucci, excuse me, sir.

- Excuse me.
- See you soon.

- I've attended your house in hope
of speaking to you. - I wasn't told.

Lorenzo de' Medici
offers my services.

- At your prices? No, thank you.
- Lorenzo will cover the cost.

Really? But what would you paint?

What greater prize do you possess,
but your wife?

Undying love bleeds from their eyes.

Or what they believe to be love.

You don't believe in love?

It's just a pretty word to describe
a clutch of petty human emotions.

Desire, jealousy

possessiveness.

You'll put the poets
out of business.

This is charming.

A gift from my husband.

So, do you believe in love?

If you'll excuse me.

The pleasure is mine.

She's lovely, I mean it.

I feel quite protective of her.

When will I see you again?

I'll send word, as soon as possible.

Madonna.

Lorenzo wouldn't listen.

If we are to be together,
we must think ourselves alone.

- And our families?
- They plot, compromise, lie.

They even kill to hold on to power,
but all we've done is love.

We are free of obligation to any,
but ourselves.

This moment is ours, ours alone.

Whether it's this night,
or another night, it doesn't matter.

- I want to do my duty.
- Your duty?

To be a good wife.

If you want, I will read Ovid,
out of respect for you.

Out of respect for you,
I would not ask it, but...

Ovid insists a wife hiccup twice
on her wedding night.

Hiccup twice?

- He doesn't, does he?
- No, he doesn't.

Come. Let's do our duty.

And we'll enjoy it if we can.

Perhaps we may...

Enjoy it.

- Bianca?
- Lorenzo, what is it?

I think Bianca's run off,
with Guglielmo Pazzi.

Guards! Find Bianca and Guglielmo
and bring them back here at once!

- You understand? - Yes.
- Go, go! - Come on!

Bianca, if we do this,
there's no going back.

- That is why we must.
- Your reputation will be ruined.

- A price I will pay to see
we are together. - No, my love.

- I cannot let you.
- I'm yours, you're mine.

Here.

Francesco, where's Guglielmo?

There are rumors he's run off
with a girl. What do you know?

- I suspect he's gone away
with Bianca. - Bianca? - De' Medici.

That can't be.
She's promised to Bastiano Soderini.

Perhaps that's why she's run off.

I must find them
before it's too late.

Wait.

When this becomes public

it will destroy the alliance
between Lorenzo and Soderini.

- Guglielmo's reputation? - He made
his bed. - He'll be a pariah!

- Shunned by polite society,
they both will. - Go see Lorenzo.

Give him our terms.

My uncle says
you must break the treaty with Milan

or we will expose this scandal
for the good of Florence.

You hold your brother's reputation
hostage alongside my sister's?

You surprise even me, Francesco.

- I can't sacrifice the treaty.
- Why not? It's just a treaty.

What is this really about?

This is about making Florence
a true Republic.

- Don't be ridiculous.
- Is it ridiculous?

Why is it that we have to accept
the world that we're born into?

Why can't we make it a better one?

You would surrender your power
to share it with the common man?

I can't attempt it,
unless our alliance is secure.

If I can save Guglielmo and Bianca

without putting the treaty at risk,
would you consider it?

There is no way.

All I'm asking for is time.

For the sake of your brother,
if not for Florence.

Madonna Bianca, your brother
is extremely worried about you.

- I have orders to bring you back
home. - I order you to stand down.

You heard her. Leave!

No! No! No!

Don't touch him! I am his wife!

- You took her virtue?
- We are married in the eyes of God.

There you are, Messer Ovid.

And there's an Italian translation,
too.

I'll speak with her.

Your men beat Guglielmo!

They'll be reprimanded,
but you disobeyed me!

What choice did you leave me?

A life of unhappiness?

You lead this family now, Lorenzo.

Is that that you wish
for your sister?

No.

No, it's not.

Good, bring that over here.

Yes, there. Fantastic!

Madonna, to what do I owe
the honor of this visit?

Maestro, I was told I might find
Giuliano de' Medici here.

A word in private?

You have something of mine,
my husband will notice it's missing.

I wouldn't want you
getting in trouble.

- Sandro tells me he's to paint you.
- What is it to you?

I intend to persuade him
to let me sit with you.

- You're like all the others.
- I'm not anything like them.

It's not the mask that attracts me.

It's what lies beneath it.

Open the gate!

- Carlo, what's happened?
- The Pope has rejected Gentile.

He's appointed Salviati
as Pisa's new Archbishop.

Close the gates!

I'm the new Archbishop,
I demand you open these gates!

The appointment must be stopped,
Carlo.

I took the liberty of sending word
to Pisa in your name

to bar Salviati
from the entering the city.

It was a wise move, Carlo.

Well, here I am, as you asked.

Pisa has closed its gates
to Salviati.

You can't interfere with
the appointment of an Archbishop!

I interfere?

- Pisa must open its gates.
- Well, that can be arranged.

I will never vote
for the Milan treaty.

- And I'm not asking you to.
- Then what?

Give your blessing
to Guglielmo and Bianca's union.

- You mean you approve?
- It's their wish.

Nobody need know
that it was not arranged.

You do this and I will see that
the gates are opened to Salviati.

You blackmail me
to benefit your sister

rather than win approval
of the treaty?

You need to save your bank.

Though I choke on the words

I agree to your terms.

I overestimated you, Medici.

You're too soft-hearted
to be a worthy opponent.

It will be all too easy
to crush you.

You humiliate me and my son!

Look, you are a friend
and I apologize.

And I apologize to you too,
Bastiano.

As way of compensation,
I have an offer for you.

You only care about losing
my father's vote for your treaty.

We have no interest.

Should the Priori ratify
new trade with Milan

the Soderini family
will receive half the rights.

- All rights, exclusively.
- Father!

Is it a deal or not?

Thank you, Messer.

You have only yourself to blame.

Do you forgive me, Francesco?

Have I ever sided against you?

Uncle, please, let me explain.

No, it is done.

You will marry the Medici girl.

My decision surprises you? Come.

Did I not take you both into my home
as boys? Love you as my own?

- It is your choice, Guglielmo.
- I have no choice.

Hove her.

Then you are no longer a Pazzi.

And know this.

The Medici will destroy
whatever lies between them

and what they desire,
be it you or this city.

Come, Francesco.

Your brother is beyond help.

Let us at least use our votes
to protect Florence.

- What?
- You heard me.

You're now officially betrothed
to Guglielmo.

Really?

Thank you, brother! Thank you!

The Priori have assessed

the proposed new treaty with Milan,
the vote is called.

Gonfaloniere, there are members
of the Priori who are missing.

Bandini e Davanzati have been called
away, but there is a quorum.

- Do we still have enough votes?
- No.

Lorenzo de' Medici votes for,
the other members shall now vote.

I cast mine for the treaty,
for Lorenzo.

- Against.
- For Lorenzo.

- My vote is against the treaty.
- As is mine.

Three votes for, three against.
And four remain.

For the treaty and Lorenzo.

- Against! - That just leaves
Jacopo and Francesco, we're doomed.

Against.

Four votes in favor, five against,
one remains.

Pazzi?

Francesco.

I'm sorry, uncle.

- For.
- It's unwarrantable!

- How could he?
- Against his uncle!

- Why?
- He's my blood.

If Guglielmo is not a Pazzi,
than nor am I.

- It's not fair!
- Order!

There is a draw.

As is customary,
I will cast the final vote.

In favor, the treaty is ratified!

- We don't accept it!
- Damn it!

That's it!

I never thought I'd say this,
but thank you.

We are in your debt, Francesco.

Don't flatter yourself,
I didn't vote for you.

Noted for my brother.

Well, be that as it may,
we're to be family now.

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