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The Republic of Florence...
is excommunicated.

Neither the Pope
or King Ferrante

will receive any diplomatic
envoy from Florence.

But they will receive me.

I would have spared Amelia
if I could.

Don't you dare speak
her name! Don't you dare!

I've got no ship, no astrolabe,
no map that explains it all

and Nico — he's with Riario.

If you think I'll help you find the
Vault of Heaven, I'd die first!

There must be a way
to follow Riario and Nico.

Your only hope
is the Sentinel.

And the chaos of slave rebellion
would help us seize command.

I'm drawn to recall
that day from our youth

when you held me beneath
the icy waters...

The Pope holds a prisoner.

A man about whom
you care deeply.

What are you?
The one true hope.

— ♪ — DaVinci's Demons 2x04 — ♪ —
The Ends of the Earth
Original Air Date on April 12, 2014

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Mm.

Forgive me, Lord.

When he took the throne,
my faith did not waver.

For who was I to judge
the Hand of God on Earth?

But now I know
who he truly is,

here I am sneaking into
the Holy Temple

like a common thief.

Stay here.

While the guards change,

there is a back entrance that
remains briefly unwatched.

We'll have a window of
three minutes — no longer —

where I can secure
your passage

and take you to where
they keep your father.

You must follow
my every command,

so as not to
arouse suspicion

and under no circumstance can
this slant-eyed brute come along.

This...«brute» has been
sworn to protect me.

And if we are discovered
within Vatican walls,

how do you propose we explain
away a face like his?

It's fine.

We must be very careful.

This man...

..the things he's capable of.

No-one knows that
better than I.

The story of Jacob
and Esau,

the Biblical tale
of two brothers who fought

even in their
mother's womb.

I assume you know it.

Of course.

Then let me tell
you another.

My uncle was convinced
that if he had been the first born,

he would have led
a different life.

A better one.

So at a young age,
he tried to rectify the situation.

He'd even prepared an alibi,
a lie to tell their mother.

But God, in His infinite
mercy, intervened.

We're here today because
of the oldest of rivalries.

Because my uncle blames my father
for the fire that burns inside him.

Before I die,
I will see that fire put out.

This is it.
We must hurry.

(Melodic whistling)

(Birdlike whistling)

Leo.
Leo.

Leo.
(Whistling)

In case you've lost count,
this is, what,

the tenth night you've
spent out here.

I'm trying to concentrate.

Everybody on the ship's convinced
you're an undead night-walker.

No thanks to you!
We had to say something.

He hasn't slept
in centuries.

Please go away!
Christ in Heaven, you've been busy.

Is that the Jew's map?

Abyssinian's skin.
Don't touch.

I recreated them from memory.

But that was just
the beginning, Zo.

I'm... I'm charting
luminous bodies that we

didn't even know existed.

And Toscanelli's maps...
are piss poor in comparison.

«Piss poor»? He's the finest
cosmographer in the world.

And he's recorded the stars he's
seen with such attention to detail

that I will forgive
his hideous sense of anatomy.

But the heavens are bigger
than he knows.

Our speed?
11 knots, sir.

11 knots...

(Mutters)

Are we on the right course?
We've been at sea for weeks.

Toscanelli also recorded...

..the trajectory of Venus.
Do you see?

So that,
together with this device,

has enabled me to estimate
the length of our voyage.

Are you aware we're half way
through provisions?

(Mutters)
Leo.

Hello.
What? What?

I say, provisions. Half way
through. Aware? At all?

We'll be fine.
You're wrong. We'll die.

No-one's going to die.
I just need to track our path

and to do that,
I need a bit more time.

I fear time
is running short.

There's something
you should see.

Alright...
Leave it.

(Whispers) We agreed
this would be bloodless.

We must be quick.

(Men praying softly)

Been at it all night.
They're pretty spooked.

(Praying continues)

Looks like our new crew aren't as eager
to reach the virgin lands as you.

Circassians are an ignorant,
superstitious lot.

They probably fear we're sailing
over the end of the world.

But they agreed
to the voyage.

Easy to do when you're newly
freed, but after weeks at sea...

The Captain
suspects mutiny.

Some knives are gone
from the galley.

We can get the order?
Just kill the mutinous dogs.

Don't we need
their help?

I can explain it to them.
Explain what?

I can show them
that the world is round.

I can teach them.
You don't teach their sort,

except with the
biggest club you have.

Stay above decks.
We'll handle it.

One chance.

Please.

(Whispered praying)

Amen.

I haven't seen you
do that in days.

The further we travel
from our gods,

the harder it becomes
to pay them tribute.

It makes tribute
all the more meaningful.

And when you
pay tribute...

..is it to your God
or your father?

I used to believe
they were one and the same.

And now?

There is goodness
in you.

There is piety.

There is grace.
No.

No-one looks on me
and sees grace.

I do.

May I ask...

what are you teaching
the boy?

What I know best.

How to survive
when grace fails.

(PIERO) Oh, would it
pain us greatly

to take
just one main road?

Perhaps one that won't
leave our buttocks

such a ripe shade
of purple?

We're almost there, Piero.

Just a few miles before
the border of Naples.

Good.

There are checking points
along the main road.

If we must ride through the Papal
States, it's best we do so quietly.

There is still
a version of events

where you remedy
this situation from Florence,

where you persuade King Ferrante
to break his alliance with Sixtus

from the comfort and
protection of your own home.

Florence is excommunicated.

No Italian states
will trade with us.

In two months,
we lose the bank.

In three months,
we lose the people.

By the fourth, there'll be
nothing between our necks

and Rome's blades.

It may not be pleasant
but we have no other option.

Perhaps the day
you run an Italian state,

you can do it differently.

Where is he?

Father?

(Chains rattling)

My child.

Look at you.

Do you know who I am, Amelia?

I think so,
Your Holiness.

Are you the Pope?

Newly anointed.

But today I come here...

not as the Pope.

Today I come...

..as your father.

What have they done to you?

A temporary hardship.
(Chuckles)

How can they keep you here?

A man came through here.
A friend of mine.

He offered you freedom.
Da Vinci.

He made quite an entrance.

Why did you stay?

I had to.

But if you'd escaped and we
revealed who you truly are,

we could right
these wrongs.

The most obvious move
is rarely the cleverest.

What are you talking about?

Strategy...my child.

Have they driven you mad?

Just the opposite.

Please, Father, we have to
get you out of here.

Not yet, Lucrezia.
No more strategies.

No more elliptical messages.

Taking the throne
will not be as easy for me...

as it was for my brother.

Though in the end...

..it may be as brutal.

Once I joined the Church,
I acquired enemies.

So you and your sister
were sent to be raised here,

with the Donati family guarding
our secret, for your safety.

But in my absence, I can see that
your sister has done a fine job.

Better than I could
ever have hoped.

(Hoofbeats and neighing)

No-one should know
we're here.

Secure the front door.
You, guard the rear.

Father?
It's nothing, my sweet.

Aargh!

Take her to safety.

All clear.

Bring him in.

I knew your sentimentality
would betray you, brother.

How long have I waited
in the shadows...

for the right moment
of weakness?

God have mercy on your soul.

Then make me a full partner
in your plan.

Until I know that this
will be over soon...

..I don't have the strength
to follow you further.

I need this finished.

Lupo?

As an old friend, I thank
you for the...reunion

that you have granted me.

Of course.
Please...

leave us.

The information I'm about
to impart to my daughter

would compromise you beyond
the comfort of deniability.

Even if we fail, old friend,
save yourself.

I may take issue with
the imposter who leads it,

but I cannot leave you to conspire
against the Holy Roman Church.

I am the Holy Roman Church!

I always thought to blame
the physic for pulling you out first.

How could our mother
not favor you?

She held you
before she held me.

This is madness.

In the spirit of righting wrongs,
I tracked that physic down.

He apologized...

and then I killed him–

with a vaginal speculum.

None of this was his fault
in the end.

No. It was yours.

I shall assume
the Papal throne at once.

Since you've always kept
my existence a secret,

I will raise no suspicions.

Have the decency
to spare my daughters...

from witnessing this.

Witnessing what, brother?

I've no more interest
in killing you.

We both know
God won't allow it.

Dispose of them at once.
No!

Father...

The horrors you and I
have endured...

..cannot be in vain.

Have faith...

that every painful moment...

..is part of God's plan.

You speak of the horrors
that I have endured?

What of the ones
that I have committed?

You must have faith,
my child.

(Thunder rumbling)

(SAILOR) Haul away!
Haul away!

(Tapping)

I find myself compelled
to show you some grace.

I'm somewhat skeptical
you will appreciate it but...

I brought you this.

One applies charcoal
to paper

to produce a drawing.

I'm not an artist.
And yet you follow one.

(Thunder)

The Turk said
there would be a storm.

This ship will sink
without Da Vinci at the helm.

How intriguing
that even out here...

..you allow your Maestro
to control you.

You're the first-born son
of a lawyer.

You were taught grammar,
rhetoric,

came close to completing
a course in Latin...

..but you left that home
to follow an artist

even though, as you say, you
have no creative aspirations.

Curious.

You are the bastard son
of a hateful Pope.

You're bedding
a slave girl.

You went against Vatican
orders, risking execution,

to get your hands on
the Book of Leaves.

All because it will give you
the same knowledge and power

that my Maestro
was born with.

Curious.

It's actually simple.

But like most revelations,
this one has eluded us for centuries

because of its simplicity.

This...here...

..is a map of the stars.

But it's not a map
of all the stars.

It's just a map
of the stars we know.

Since because the earth
is round,

there are certain parts
of the night sky

that we're yet to lay
our eyes upon.

But we're doing that
right now.

On this very voyage.

Look. Do you see?

(She explains in Circassian)

(Discussion in Circassian)

He says we should have gotten off
with the others at Cape Verde.

He cannot allow you to send
us off the end of the earth.

You have nothing to fear.
So we were told.

Before the chains,
before the whips.

Now all we know is fear.

Give me that.

Look.

Put your head here.

Perfect.

Now...

there's a mountain
in the distance.

Which part do you see first?

What?
If the world was flat...

like this table...
you'd see all of it at once, wouldn't you?

Yes.
However...

the mountain
in the distance...

Which part do you see first?

The top.

(They speak Circassian)

He says this ship strays too far from
where our ancestors died.

Our loved ones.

It's a globe.

Every step you're taking
away from home...

..you're actually going back.

See?

(Speaks Circassian)

This device...

This enables me
to study the night sky.

These are lenses.

They bring images closer.
Right. Good.

Now, this is Venus.

Venus circles the earth

and makes appearances
in crescent shapes, like the moon.

Now, this shape — the left
side crescent of Venus —

will appear tonight, proving that
I can read the stars correctly.

Proof that we're headed
in the right direction.

Proof that we will not
die at sea.

Now...

in order for that to happen,

I need four hours...
and your trust.

We will give you four hours.

But do not underestimate us.

We are willing to die here,

before we let our souls
disappear into the unknown.

In times as turbulent
as these,

times of sin and temptation,

times of tempestuous
political unrest,

who will guarantee your safety
from the horrors of Hell?

From the sharp, recalescent sabers
of Lucifer himself?

Who else
but the Holy Roman Church?

What's more,
today and today only,

I am qualified to release
your loved ones

from eternal torment.

And that's two
for the price of one.

As soon as the gold
in the casket rings,

the rescued soul
to heaven springs.

Let's be having you.
Come on, brothers.

Their gullibility
astounds me.

Let it astound you quietly

and let's use this distraction to
move along before they notice.

You there! Weary travelers.

Surely your mortal souls are not above
Church-sanctioned repentance.

Well, we are more devout
than most, thank you.

You fancy yourselves
Godly men? All the better.

The Holy Father has licensed
me to grant pardons

for sins not yet committed.

Move.

We never know what our bodies
might fancy down the road.

Prearrange your salvation
while you can, brothers!

Before it's too late.

What do you know
about the Book?

His Holiness believes
it was written by the Nephilim,

the offspring
of angels and men.

I find this notion romantic
but um...

..unlikely.

No, I believe
it was transcribed

by the elders of an ancient
civilization in Crete...

9,000 years before Christ,

in a place that later
became the legendary

lost City of Atlantis.

And their descendents,

the Minoans,

brought about the end of their
civilization trying to reclaim it.

And that sounds more likely?

Whoever lays their hands
on the Book of Leaves

will rule all of Italy...

if not the world.

My father doesn't
see this yet,

but Da Vinci does,

as do his precious
Sons of Mithras.

However, the most ancient
of all the agencies

searching for the Book–

and quite possibly
the most powerful–

exists only between whispers
in dark corridors.

During your tutelage,

did Da Vinci ever mention
The Labyrinth?

The what?
Count Riario!

Captain wants you.

What is it?
Storm on the way.

We're not up to it.
Could push us into the rocks.

Told you.
We're all gonna die.

I'm surprised you can stomach
such a peasant's repast.

(Chuckles) Reminds me
of my adventurous youth.

I'd rather we eat
from the feedbag.

You've a sense of humor in
there somewhere, don't you?

Much like your son's.

Ah, that's where
our likeness ends.

Well, in the end, Leonardo's
aid was instrumental

in saving my life.

And all of Florence.

I'm grateful for that,
Signor,

but for all the boy's talents, he
leaves only misfortune in his wake.

Had he remained in Florence,

he might have become one
of the most celebrated artists in Europe.

In Christendom.

And Lord knows
where he's off to now.

Indeed.

So, with all the work
he's produced so far...

..there isn't one painting,
one invention,

that fills you with some
shred of pride?

Pride in Leonardo?

I've never even
considered it.

(Twigs snap)
Thieves.

I told you
this was a bad idea.

Who goes there?
Whoa, my good man.

We mean no harm.

No, of course not.
You are men of God.

My associate and I wonder
if you'd lend us your ears.

Well, we are simple merchants, Signor,
and we must be on our way.

Um, prepare the cart, Vero.

A stingy lot indeed.

Second Corinthians,
ninth chapter, tells us,

«Every man according to
as he purposeth in his heart,

so let him give, not
grudgingly or of necessity,

for God loves
a cheerful giver.»

«Woe to you, scribes,
Pharisees and hypocrites.

For ye are like
unto whited sepulchers,

which indeed appear
beautiful outward,

but are within
full of dead men's bones,

and of all uncleanness.»

Mm.

Matthew?

Maybe.

But I am not the expert.

But you're no merchant,
either.

Quick you were to dismiss
my offer of indulgences.

Surely you must know
some soul in need of a little guidance.

A relative, perhaps, recently
moved on from this world to the next?

A brother?

(Chuckles) Lorenzo
Il Magnifico himself.

The First Citizen
of Florence.

An honor to be in your
company, Signor de Medici.

And my condolences on the sad news
of your recent excommunication.

No, Golo. No.

There will be no need
for bloodshed tonight.

For while I am a loyal servant
of the Holy Roman Church,

I'm also a man
much like yourself–

primarily interested
in business.

100 ducats
and be on your way.

(Laughs) 100 ducats?

Do you know what will befall you
if I let the nearest town know

that Lorenzo,
the Church's own enemy,

has set foot upon
their countryside?

(Chuckles)

No doubt you're traveling
on a mission of diplomacy.

Hm?

Perhaps to curry favor
with King Ferrante of Naples?

And we all know how the Medici
approach matters of state.

Golo, how much gold do you think
they've hidden under those barrels?

The rich may travel light,
my friend,

but they never travel poor.

I agreed to let you see him,
that's all.

I never agreed to this.
It won't take long.

I give you my word.

And what good is your word
when I'm burnt for heresy?

Here it is.

Study it quickly.

The Sword of Osman Gazi.

Gallant leader of the Turks.

Founder of
the Ottoman Empire.

In Constantinople,

they mislead their people

by proudly displaying
a counterfeit sword in their palace.

This is the original.

I've studied it at length.

It's a humble weapon.

If there is a coded message
in these glyphs,

I cannot decipher it.

I am not here to decipher it,
Cardinal.

What?
I'm taking it with me.

Nothing leaves
these archives.

What if he notices
the sword's absence?

It is a vital part
of my father's strategy.

Don't push me further.

It would be a blessing
to end your sinful life here.

Now you know why my father
is behind bars,

do what is required
to release him.

You must serve God's will.

I grow weary of interpreting
God's will.

Too often it leads to death.

Let it lead to
the imposter's, not yours.

Cardinal.

I heard voices.

Why is the harlot here?

Stand aside.

Let's see what His Holiness
might have in mind for you.

Declare yourself now!

Argh!

Cardinal. Who do you serve?

Captain, take her away!

This way, harlot.

Argh! Oh!

I will dispose of him.

But you...you need to run.

Open it.
Let me feast my eyes.

Leave us enough
to get home safely with.

Open it.

Hm.

(Groans)

(Groans) Oh, please, Signor.

Show some mercy.

Remember, when Venus rises,
you will see a crescent on its left side.

Yes. I will see this shape.

Precisely.

And when Venus appears,
peacefully orbiting the earth,

you can tell your people
I know what I'm doing...

..we're headed
in the right direction,

and that I can lead us all
to a land filled with opportunity.

Don't suppose anyone's
got any jokes?

Follow these instructions
precisely.

I've plotted every turn
our course must take.

Here he comes.

No, just...straight ahead
and up ever so slightly.

That's it. That's it.

What?

It's right-sided?
It's the wrong phase.

No, no, no.

Leo!

Shit, you're a feisty one.

Stop!

I gave you one job.

Listen...

Aargh!

All hands below deck!

(Coughing)
Take them on deck.

We'll toss every
last bastard overboard.

What?

You do not coddle
mutineers. You kill them!

When we get to new land...
When men turn on you at sea,

you can't keep them on board.

There's no arguing it.
Get rid of them.

No, wait. Wait. Wait.

What if we kept them
in chains?

What did you just say?
You've seen their strength.

Who better to lug our spoils
back to the ship

when we make landfall?

Come on.

Put them in the hold.

Tighten their bonds
to their skins.

I'll talk to the Captain.

That'll do, Piero.

They don't deserve
a better grave.

We are not that far
from Naples.

By tomorrow I shall buy you
a glass of the finest wine.

Florence asks much of us.

It must stand...

as a city destined to lead
the world into a new age.

No matter the cost.

That's what my grandfather,
Cosmo, believed.

And so too, in his own way,
did my brother.

Giuliano would have made
a better partner for this adventure.

You're doing fine, Piero.

The boy's work. You asked
if I had a favorite.

When he first followed me
to Florence,

when he was still
but an apprentice,

he left a parcel
on my doorstep with a note.

They had just progressed
from charcoals to oil paints.

He was so excited.

Verrochio had taken him
aside, told him he showed great promise.

Leonardo wanted me
to have his first canvas.

Small. Simple.

A bowl of fruit.

It doesn't matter how small it is,
I'm sure it's marvelous.

I threw it away.

Of all the work he's produced, that's
the one I'll not forget.

That he's a genius,
I have no doubt.

But my relationship with the
boy — with his mother–

will always be complicated.

I didn't want to have
feelings for her.

I couldn't help myself.

She was extraordinary.

Then one morning I awoke
and it was just me...

..and the boy.

Who the fuck are you?

After all they've been through,
you put them back in chains.

It was either put them in chains or
throw them overboard.

What was I supposed to do?
All your talk about freedom was what?

They tried to kill me!
They thought you were trying to kill them!

I think that at least
once a day in your company.

Look, this journey...

it's been difficult enough
without superstitions

ruining
it when we are this close.

This coming from a man
following the Book of Leaves?

The Book of Leaves is real.
Says the Turk, Leo!

You've seen these maps.

Do you know how many maps
I've sold that lead to buried treasure?

I mean,
have you stopped to think

at your land across the sea
is as much a fantasy as their afterlife?

What if you do kill us
out here?

You said that you would
follow me.

The man I follow
is an artist.

He's a virtuous genius
who wants to free the future.

Right now, I think we
left him back in Florence.

You know, I understand...

..why they don't trust me.

But you should.

Because you're
a great artist?

Because you have this way
with inventions?

It counts for shit, Leo...

..when you start putting
people...in chains.

Nobody ever knows better
than you, do they?

But you can't get mad, Leo, when the
stars don't move as quick as you do.

Fuck me.

The orbits.

The speed of them.

That's the answer.
We're not heading in the wrong direction.

The crescent of Venus was
different because Venus...

it doesn't circle the earth.

None of it does.

It all moves around the sun.

Oh, shit!
What?

We've been trying to navigate the world
as if it's a fixed point.

As if the sun and stars
are circling us, but...

but they're not!

(Gasps)

Now I see it.

And now I can more accurately
calculate our position

using the celestial bodies
all around us...

..as they move...

..and as we move with them...

Oh...

..on our path
through the heavens.

Shall I get the Captain?
No.

First...

..let's free them
from the chains.

Let's show them
some reason.

Ahh!

(Laughs)

(MAN) Over here!

Tell me I'm hearing things.

Lorenzo, the armor.
These men are border guards.

Welcome to Naples.

Where's the guard?

Shit.

Look at the wounds.
They did this to themselves.

(Gasping)

Hey.

Are you harmed?

We each agreed
to take the life of another...

..before you made our souls
disappear into nothing.

Mihail and I, we...
we were the last.

But...he had a wife once.

He... He had a daughter.

I sent him to them first.

Please.
Here.

We're gonna get you out.

Zo, wait!

What are you doing?

Take my life or I take his.

Don't you dare do it, Leo.

You... You said we'd go home.

We will.

We are.

You just...

You have to listen to me.

Not only is the world round,

but it revolves
around the sun.

Now we have that knowledge,
nothing stands in our way.

No! No!
Shh.

Shh.
No.

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

(She weeps)

Put it away. I come alone.

Ready the horses,
the strongest you can find.

We're going to
Constantinople.

We will endure this,
my friend.

I've endured worse.

Dispose of them at once.
No!

Father...

Would it not be more advantageous
to keep them alive?

Sparing them would make him
easier to manipulate.

Not worth the risk.

I will assume the risk.

If either of you
can prove your value,

perhaps you will leave
this place.

If not, you'll die.

Oh, please. Please.

Spare my sister.

Surely God would value
an innocent in all of this.

You make
an interesting argument,

but from now on,
God values...what I value.

Come here, child.

And while innocence
is a rare quality these days,

as Girolamo will tell you,

it's utterly useless to me.

(Snap)
No!

No!

(Screams)

We're finished here.

She will not take the harness
easily after today,

but feel free to make of her
what you will.

I tried, cousin.

Your story will be simple.

There was a struggle.

Bandits took
your sister's life.

If you breathe a word of this
to your adopted family,

they will suffer
the same fate.

You are Rome's
chattel now.

Further instructions
will be forthcoming.

(She sobs)

Let me out! Please!

(Shouting and thunder)

No!

You have to go.
No. Don't leave me.

Get her off the ship!
No.

No!

(Shouting)

Let me out, please!

Anyone.
Anybody, please let me out.

Please!

Your Turk's prophecy.

I fear he was right
after all.

We're one spinning orb...

..in a chaos
of spinning orbs...

..just floating through
the cosmos.

It'll be even harder
for her now,

realizing there's a larger
world than she dreamed.

Her people died
before they got to see it.

We must protect her
from herself.

Who protects you and me?

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