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You are not the first
of your kind to arrive.

We call them the Sun
and the Moon.

She was here.

Your mother and the Book
of Leaves saved my life.

Every painful moment is
part of God's plan.

Then make me a full
partner in your plan.

The sword of Osman Gazi,
founder of the Ottoman Empire.

I am taking it with me.

Get the horses. We're
going to Constantinople.

A bastard and woman,
what a partnership.

Now I must consider
what to do with those

no longer supporting
my leadership.

Da Vinci must live.

Without him you cannot
enter the Vault of Heaven.

The Book of Leaves cannot be removed
from the Vault of Heaven.

Why would the book
still be in the vault?

When my mother left,
wouldn't she have taken it with her?

I said she went in the vault.
I never said she left it.

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The Vault of Heaven
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Original Air Date on May 3, 2014

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You can't trust him, Leo.

Wherever Riario goes,
the corpses follow.

He's ready to kill for
the Book of Leaves.

But he's ready to die
for it as well.

Now more than ever.

(Prays)

What happened to you
in the altar room?

What did you see?

We need to go home, Zo.

We need to get
what we came for.

Amen.

The time has come,
Leonardo.

You and I shall enter
the Vault of Heaven at long last.

And what of me?

You assisted in the ritual
and I am very thankful.

But the vault is to be entered
by the Sun and the Moon.

I am as deserving
as you both.

Yet not as trustworthy.

Very true.

Are he and I
really so different?

Tell me, what do you
believe keeps him

from stealing the book
for himself?

My life has always been
about sharing knowledge.

(Speaks Quechua)

Since you war
among yourselves,

you will all enter
the vault together.

It appears our fates
are tied, artista.

Up ahead is
the Vault of Heaven.

The Sun and the Moon
entered it many years ago

and were never seen again.

The Sun and the Moon?

The Abyssinian and my mother.
Your mother?

Maestro, you can't expect her
to still be in the vault.

Your friends doubt
the power of the Book of Leaves.

I'll stop doubting when
I see the fucking thing.

(Moans)

With all the heaviness
outside these walls,

I cannot tell you
how I appreciate

the lightness
you've brought me.

Lightness?

Pleasure.

If my time as a missionary has
taught me anything,

it's that pleasure usually comes
at a steep price.

And what price do you
imagine me paying?

You'll be fine.

If anyone pays
for any of this,

it will be me.

You've proven your worth
to this family.

None would dare
lay a hand on you.

It's not my body
I worry for.

I wonder about
the bond between us.

And how it will endure.

I do care about you

but I also have
a reputation to maintain.

As does your husband.

As did my father, Cosimo.

My whole life

I have suffered under the weight
of reputation.

As far back
as I can remember

I've been the bastard
waiting in the wings.

Reputation...

What a luxury.

Carlo.

(Screams)

Carlo!

Guards! Help us!

(Woman screams)

Vanessa.

(Vanessa screams)

(Yells)

He came in
through the roof.

Bring the physic.

We must ensure no harm
has come to Giuliano's child.

Or the girl herself. Come.

!
Come.

The gods created different thresholds
with deadly challenges

to guard the Vault of Heaven.

This is the first.

Are those people?
Some are children.

Anything heavier than a young child
and this happens.

You could have just
told us, of course.

In order to open
this first threshold,

you must pay tribute
according to the legend.

You must place a hand
to that centre stone.

It is located at the height of
one and a half men.

The vault will know if we send forth
anything heavier than a child

who's seen five cycles
of the sun.

A weight-sensitive path.
30 paces to clear.

Nothing heavier
than a child.

Throw a spear at it.

How many years do you think
we've been at this problem?

Maybe you just need
a bigger spear.

(Speaks Quechua)

I've missed this part.

A well-planned attack.

They intended to end
the Medici line, every last one of us.

We took these items
from the assassins.

Captain.

I was under the impression you
were competent in your roll

as protector
of the palace.

The entrances
were secured.

They leapt
from adjoining rooftops.

Perhaps I should
inform Lorenzo

how difficult it is
for you to keep intruders

from climbing
into windows.

His windows.

And his bedrooms.

Consider your station.

Consider yours.

Who were they, Captain?

They possessed an intimate
knowledge of the palace.

Knowing exactly
where to strike.

Excommunication has created many enemies,
some within our own walls.

These men
weren't Florentine.

They were sent here by
Duke Federico of Urbino.

Perfection.

It's impressive to see your
people craft the gears

and devices
I need so quickly.

I have a whole empire
at my command.

The metasoma, Nico...

Mm?
The tailpiece.

Quickly.

Gently, gently. Gently.

Would you move? Thank you.

Now that and this
should...

Good, good, good.

Now lower it.

And so, gentlemen,
and Priestess.

I give you the Scorpion.

They don't think
it looks like much.

This is the world's first
self-propelled cart.

This little toy
had better work.

Of course it will work.
Just...

I wind this dial, which contracts
the strings that will turn these gears

and urge the cart onwards.

Shall we begin?

It seems to
be light enough.

Lucky thing, or you'd have been
the next best alternative.

Come on, come on.

That's it.

(Speaks Quechua)

Well done, my Dreamer.

The Book of Leaves
is our salvation.

It will be.

This is how you know
he's a Count.

You do all the work,
he takes all the glory.

[ chanting ]

Watch your step.

Let's pretend
we heard it land.

(Clash of weapons)

Bayezid
of the House of Osman,

and ir to
the Ottoman Empire.

I speak to you on
behalf of Pope Sixtus,

Bishop of Rome and head
of the Christian Church.

Interesting.

You should have
an attendant doing that.

I'm fine on my own,
really.

It's not whether you're competent to
brush your own hair.

One receives as much
respect as one demands.

I myself had to learn this
lesson when I was younger.

By allowing
yourself to be waited upon,

you establish
how vital it is

for people
to follow your word.

It's not something they
taught me in the convent.

I suspect if you think back,

the Mother Abbess
had her prerogatives.

Moses reports no ill-effects from
the attack we endured.

True?

I feel fine.

And the baby feels fine.

But...

But...

you keep me
in the palace

and you claim it's
for my own safety.

But I almost
lost my life.

My child's life.

You made me
a target here.

The Medicis' enemies will follow
that child wherever he goes.

It is not I who make you
a target but you

and the man
you chose to bed.

The man I chose to bed

will not define me.

One receives as much
respect as one demands.

I see you've
renewed your studies.

The Book of Leaves,
Your Highness.

Its mysteries demand
our attention.

Its mysteries
have already seduced

my own nephew away
from perfect obedience.

So...

what justifies
this waste of your time?

These sigils come
from the ancient East.

They tell no story
as far as I can make out,

but they seem to
speak of joy.

Of rage.

And of sorrow.

The only rage that should
concern you is mine.

While I spend my days
designing a holy war

against our enemies,
Cardinal,

you renew your interest
in a distraction.

My hope is that the book
may offer some assistance

in this conflict between
our warring nations.

The assistance I need,
Cardinal,

will come from the loyal
subjects who surround me.

Not from superstitious old men who are
spiraling into madness.

False idols will appear
from all around us.

But the sin is not
in their existence.

The sin

is in their worship.

Heading to work
bright and early?

You're wounded, Signor.

Hired killers.

Attacked last night.

I'm told Duke Federico
sent them.

Through the windows, yeah.

Something about last night
strikes me as odd.

Years ago, Federico
carved away his nose

to give himself
peripheral vision.

He's the least subtle man
on the peninsular.

The kind
who charges city gates.

Not the kind who sends hired assassins
through palace windows.

Who else do you suspect?
I don't know.

Who profits most from the extinction
of the Medici line?

The Medicis have made
many enemies.

True.

Thank God we have you,
Signor.

For if the assassins
had succeeded,

you would be the unquestioned head
of the bank.

Perhaps our profits
would benefit.

It was easy for you
to blame the Duke,

with his troops
enforcing the embargo.

I don't like your tone,
Signor.

You don't? Then you're
going to hate this.

Admit your role publically

and I will do you the kindness of only
slicing off your ear.

I'll even let you choose which one.
You'd never do that here.

Even the son of a bastard slave
girl isn't that mad.

Do tell me
what kind of man I am.

Suppose I did admit it...

the Pope himself
would defend me.

The Pope has
damned us anyway.

Might as well act like it.

How much did you pay
your killers, Sassetti?

Five florins?

Eight?

10.

Pity you didn't
get your money's worth.

Signor, you wouldn't...

As you reminded me
just now,

I am a bastard.

There's an even 100
of them.

How do we know which
one's the right hole?

A question
I ask myself often.

Take the key.

My Dreamer.

It can't simply be
a process of elimination.

It wasn't last time.

It's an amazing design.

An even number of keyholes

and yet there's a centre
to the array.

Nice work, my Dreamer.

99 to go.

(Clunks)

(Screams)

We must save the key
for another attempt.

No, I can solve this.

Just give me the key!

Trust me.

We are the Sun
and the Moon.

There's constellations
on every lock

except that one.
It's the sun.

It's the god
they worship here.

It's speeding up.

There's no time.
Just let me think!

The amount of locks in each row
adds up to a prime number.

The whole thing
adds up to 100.

100 is surely
not a prime number.

But 101 is.

There must be a single solitary
keyhole somewhere else

so the entire thing
adds up to 101.

Brace me.
Leo.

(Cries out)

Zo!

Pull me up. Pull me up!

Pull me up.

Wait for me, Leonardo.

I will be with you soon.

But you will not wait
for her, will you?

Why would Rome send two such as
you to parley with me?

We were chosen so none would suspect
our mission as we travelled.

The Holy Father
is keenly aware

that this undertaking
is of a delicate nature.

As is your beauty.

Which no doubt aided you
in reaching my encampment.

You are the eldest son
of the Sultan

and heir to
the Ottoman Empire.

Your strength
is second to none.

I wouldn't dare
seek an audience

with only my charm to convince
you of my goodwill.

I trust you will
recognize this.

It cannot be.

The Sword of Osman.

We travelled
many miles knowing

its significance
would be lost

if we failed to deliver it
to your hands

and to your hands alone.

What did you say
your name was?

Amelia.

Well, then, Amelia,
perhaps we should speak further.

Lupo.

You risk coming to me
again?

I serve a false Pope.

And you refuse to
leave this cell.

What other choice
do I have?

Have faith that my plans
proceed as they must.

I intend to take
my rightful place

at the appropriate time.

The Bible has offered me
no guidance here.

So you've turned
to another book?

Oh, Lupo.

The Book of Leaves
is a distraction.

Here my brother
and I agree.

Your brother has hidden
the page from me.

Locked it away in the bowels
of the secret archives,

forbidden me from even
touching it.

It cannot solve
the world's ills.

The world may be broken
beyond repair, Francesco.

It is our only recourse.

Do not raise suspicion.

And do not abandon me.

The Devil sits on the papal throne and
your place is at my side.

The era of scholarly
reflection is over.

What the Lord needs,

when the time comes,

is a man of action.

Should I pray
for another?

Or are you that man?

Of course I am,

Your Holiness.

How is the girl?

Vanessa is fine.

Her child as well.
Good.

I hear there is an open position
in the bank.

Signor Sassetti has
left us quite abruptly.

Finance is
a stressful business.

I am grateful for a reliable partner
in our business.

The servants know about
Lorenzo and Lucrezia.

Clearly they know about us.

I do appreciate however
that for women

reputation is
a delicate thing.

Are you sure you know
what you're doing?

What I'm doing...

is what I damn
well please.

What now?

A pair of keyholes and a key
that separates into two.

Finally,
a simple solution.

Hey.

Unhand me.

Unhand me first.

They took our weapons.
This one I took back.

From Zita's body.
You cock-sucker.

I knew we couldn't
trust him.

No, your friends understand
the value of my presence,

where you are simply
a dog with a bone.

Zo didn't want you
inserting the key prematurely.

In case it activates
a river of lava or...

venomous snakes.

Or some other
fucking catastrophe.

I see. So you really imagine
the architects of this structure

would use the same
deception twice.

It doesn't matter.

Zo meant you no harm.
None of us do. We're in this together.

And what then, Nico?
Do you truly imagine your Maestro

would ever share what's behind
these doors with me?

With the savage he wed
only for a chance at the book.

I do.

Then you've
learnt nothing.

It's far easier to hate
than to trust.

I learned that lesson
on our voyage here.

From a woman you loved.

Give me the dagger.

And what of him?

Zo, tell him
we're on the same side.

Tell him!
Fine. Yeah, yeah.

Yes.
Get the fucking blade off me.

Guard it well.

Now we have a riddle
to decipher.

There are no markings,
no clues,

to illuminate
which key goes in what hole.

There's a simple solution.

Why don't you let someone
who can pick a lock

while drowning
at sea take a look?

Dogs and their tricks.

The weapon my father employs
for ceremonies is an artful replica

constructed to disguise the loss
of the true sword.

If any of our subjects knew
this had gone missing...

I understand.

We discovered it languishing in the
corridors of the Vatican.

His Holiness was ashamed
to keep it from its rightful home.

I pray this gift demonstrates our good
intentions, bey-effendi.

And what is it
you want in return?

To bring you to Rome.

Me?

You. The future of
the Ottoman Empire.

It's common knowledge
that my half-brother Cem

is the favored child
of my father the Sultan.

But you are the first-born
and you carry the blood

and now the blade
of Osman the First.

Some might say it is
your destiny to rule.

You dare suggest
I kill my brother?

I merely offer you a chance
to demonstrate to your father

that you are the most
deserving heir.

Imagine a future where
the Ottomans ruled the East

and the Vatican
rules the West.

This glory could be yours

if you are brave enough
to forge peace.

There is no need to spill another drop
of Ottoman blood.

There is no need to repeat
what happened to your brother.

Cem has been nothing but
fortunate his entire life.

That is not
the brother I meant.

Forgive me, bey-effendi,
if I misspoke.

You cannot be blamed
for your doubts.

Perhaps we should
approach your father

or Cem instead.

Wait.

It's his key in that hole.

This one in the other.

Good work.

Yeah. I fucking hope so.

(Brief whirring)

Perhaps they need to be turned
simultaneously.

On three.
One, two, three.

(Brief whirring)

Nothing.

Good evening, gentlemen.

His Holiness has forbidden
access, Your Grace.

No matter.

(Coughing)

No openings.

And no engravings.

Anyone who wins their way
past this threshold

will behold
the Book of Leaves itself.

So we have to evince at least
a rudimentary level of understanding...

Oh...

wait...

Oh, the engineering's amazing.

No wonder that
the natives believed

that their land
was visited by gods.

Two keyholes, two keys,

and the only thing
tying them together...

One sun.

What?

We must turn the keys
when the light falls upon them.

Doors don't have eyes.

These might.

There must be a pattern.

On my word.

Now!

(Whirring)

(Mutters)

Well...

The keys, they just need
to be turned and held.

Wait for it.

Wait for it.

Now!

Keep them turned.

What is this place?

There were giants in
the earth in those days.

Perhaps these
are the Nephilims,

the offspring of the sons of God
and the daughters of man

and they created
this vault.

Well, I'm normally
opposed to assuming

every wonder must have
supernatural origins

but all of this...

No other way out
but heaven.

Well, I believe those
symbols may imply there are

other ways out of here.

Perhaps like
the Abyssinian,

my mother
found one of them.

Let's get
what we came here for.

Leonardo...

Did you hear that?

Not a sound.

I offer you the services
of my companion to guide you to Rome.

And if it pleases you

I will remain here and await
word of your success

and as surety of
our trust in each other.

That trust
only goes so far.

Keep her under guard
outside the city gates.

She will not receive
a single visitor.

She will not exchange
a single message.

Bey-effendi, I have put myself
at great risk

in coming here to you

and yet you repay me
with incarceration?

I am the son
of the Sultan

about to embark on a journey
to the den of my sworn enemy.

Do not speak to me of risk.
This is not what we agreed upon.

Charm, beauty,

intelligence.

I cannot trust a woman
with so many weapons at her disposal.

There's someone here.

I heard a voice.
There is nothing.

Just listen.
Listen carefully.

There's someone...
No, no no!

Ssh, ssh.

Just listen carefully.

There is nothing.
Ssh.

(Speak3 Quechua)

There's someone here
with us!

There's someone here.

What have you done
to my friends?

It is you
who have caused them pain.

You enter the vault
without me by your side?

No, no, wait, wait.

Don't do this.

(Mutters)

No, no!

Fine.

I'm sorry, my Dreamer.

My visions
were very clear.

You were to lead me
to this point

and I, in turn, would lead
my people to salvation.

No matter the cost.

So are we not
joined as one?

From the moment
you arrived,

it's been obvious your
heart belongs to another.

(Speaks Quechua)

(WOMAN) Leonardo!

You heard that.
I did.

(Speaks Quechua)

That's my mother.

No! That's my mother!

No!

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