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Medici! Medici! Medici! Medici!

Cosimo!

Cosimo!

Lorenzo!

Piero!

Lucrezia!

A hero's welcome!

The Medici name's never
been more popular.

We couldn't be in a better
position to reclaim what's ours.

There is this small matter
of Rinaldo Albizzi.

It seems the Signoria
are baying for blood.

Then he will be hanging from
a yardarm by the week's out.

In fact, his tailor is
just across the square.

We could enquire about
his neck size.

Your luggage is getting more
attention than you, brother.

Of course it doesn't hurt
that she is Helen of Troy.

What's your point?

I'm just wondering
how you intend

to explain the
presence of Maddalena.

She's likely to
attract an eye or two.

Both of them belonging
to Contessina.

I don't intend to
explain a thing.

So she'll be a
normal slave then?

She'll have her duties.

I bet she will.

It's a little early for bells.

It must mean Cosimo's returned.

We must speed up
our preparations.

Yes. Sorry, Monna.

Not this dress.

Great to see you.

How's your father?

Very well.

Cosimo.

Contessina.

How was your journey?

Long and dusty, with little
of importance worth sharing.

Of course.

Donatello's sculpture you've
commissioned has arrived.

Cosimo?

Come and look at this.

Monna.

- I've missed you.
- You look so well.

You really do.

- Do I?
- Yes.

You should have seen the
crowds in the square.

There were so many.

There were hundreds of them
all chanting our names.

I couldn't believe it.

- It was amazing.
- You should go and unpack.

Yes. I miss my room so much.

It'll certainly be
a talking point.

- It's beautiful.
- And a sign of things to come.

It should be in the courtyard
for everyone to see.

Now that I am back, art will once
again be the language of Florence.

Here.

Welcome to the Medici home.

I know that look.

Don't worry. I'll
watch out for you.

Signor Guadagni have a seat.

The Signoria were ecstatic you
heeded their call for your return.

Trade is already on the up.

The moment they heard the
Medici were back in Florence

shipments of wool and
silk began pouring in.

What of Albizzi?

He brought the republic
to the brink of ruin.

Tried to overthrow
democratic rule.

Where is he now?

In the same tower where he
once had you imprisoned.

You should know the call for
his execution is unanimous.

Even his friend Pazzi
has changed sides.

The Signoria are greatly
looking forward to your return.

At ballot willing, of course.

Thank you, signor Guadagni.

Your support means a great deal.

Thank you.

And welcome back.

Oh. One more thing.

The mercenaries.

They've ruined this city.

The few that remain

refuse to leave.

Father.

Perhaps the Medici name
could convince them to go.

So if you would allow, I'd
like to speak to them myself.

And leave with a
sword in your belly?

I think not.

There were so many lovely
materials in Venice.

You should have seen the silks.

Although cloth isn't the only
beautiful thing we returned with.

A gift for you, mama.

Thank you.

It seems you brought many
beautiful things back.

With the Signoria calling
for Albizzi's head

it seems his death
is inevitable.

The man murdered my father.

Now Florence seeks vengeance
for what he's done to her.

Our paths entwine
in this justice

as they shall in
rebuilding our fortunes.

Speak freely, my friend.

It's just...

Might it be possible
that another

took your father's life?

You know something?

Only that poison is a
coward's mistress.

Say what you will of Rinaldo.

The man's no coward.

It is imperative Lorenzo
and I know for certain.

Time is running short.

Save a confession
from the man's lips.

I fear solid evidence
will be hard to find.

Find what you can.

And report back.

I said I'm not hungry.

Eat.

You should keep
your strength up.

I know how cold this
cell can get at night.

If you've come to gloat,
take your fill and leave.

I take no pleasure
in seeing you here.

Why would you care?

We were friends once.

You sacrificed our friendship
many years ago, Cosimo.

I have the scars to prove it.

It's not like you haven't
had your revenge.

Have I?

What do you want, Medici?

You want me to call
off the mercenaries?

They take no orders from me.

On the contrary: they'll be
first in line for my head.

I owe them wages.

Leave.

There can be no
peace between us.

Then it is settled.

It appears so.

How am I doing?

Fine.

I can't shade.

Can't I draw something
more interesting?

If an apple doesn't delight you,
find something that does.

Just not me.

Emilia, leave us.

You lied to me.

I'm sorry, mama.

It's not that I didn't
want to tell you.

But you must understand it
was a difficult situation.

A difficult situation?

Well, my apologies.

I am humiliated in my own home and
you stand by and say nothing?

- It wasn't my place to tell you.
- And whose place was it?

My husband's?

Please.

How is it that my whole
family has returned

yet I feel more alone than ever?

She's just a distraction,
nothing more.

My husband takes no
interest in distractions.

I heard that you
visited our old friend.

How is he enjoying his
time in the tower?

I'm sure the lamps burning
in the Medici palazzo

spoiled the view.

Being jailed for treason
and facing execution

hasn't lessened the man's
stubborn sense of pride.

So put him out of your head.

The Signoria will
take his soon enough.

He is a reminder of the constant
battle we Medici need to fight.

Lorenzo!

You must find a wife
of noble blood soon.

I know your heart still
aches for Rosa, but

our enemies continue to circle
us even with Albizzi gone.

Fortifying our family is a necessity
you can no longer ignore.

This is a little bit sudden.

Perhaps you'd like to wait
another decade or two?

I have taken the liberty of
scouting a suitable bride.

Her name is Ginevra
Cavalcanti, a known beauty.

Her family is not
a wealthy one

but their noble lineage
is impeccable.

Well, it sounds like I have
little say in the matter.

Just as you did, Cosimo.

Contessina has invited
the Cavalcanti family

to the banquet tonight. You will
have your say.

Has it been lost on you how much
you sound like our late father

with each passing day?

Bless me, father.

When was your
last confession?

I'm here for advice,
not for confession.

But you have sinned.

Many times.

But this is not for
what I have done.

Rather what I have not.

I have uncovered a great sin.

Yet if I speak openly, it will set
two brothers against each other.

Are you certain of this sin?

I have searched for another
answer and have nothing but

blistered feet to show for it.

You must be cautious.

To take on one man's sin against
another is no small thing.

In the end, it's God
who rights every wrong.

- Ormanno!
- You must come with me.

Your Holiness.

Arise, please.

So it is true?

Duke Visconti has
marched upon Rome?

I had to flee the city.

Thank the Lord, word came to us
and we could save you in time.

And I shall be eternally
grateful to your family.

Yet now I must
impose upon another.

May I presume upon
your hospitality?

Would you accept me as
a guest in your home?

I can think of no greater honor.

- Your Holiness.
- Ormanno

I cannot stay in the house of
a man on trial for treason.

At least not until
he is acquitted.

My father's reverence for you
knows no bounds, Your Holiness.

He will be most upset
when I tell him.

Then he shall hear
it from me personally.

As if I don't have enough to deal
with, with tonight's dinner.

I wish you would give
me some warning

when God's representative
on earth comes to stay.

And I wish God would
give me some warning

but it seems this was
unexpected for us both.

Surprises seem to be your
forte at the moment.

You haven't spoken to me at all
about the year we've spent apart.

Is your next grand reveal letting
your wife into the specifics

or do you intend to hold
your peace forever?

Contessina, I have been busy.

So have I!

Running this household.

Our affairs for an entire year.

I took the liberty of removing
the more ostentatious artwork

from His Holiness' rooms.

You know his reputation
for austerity.

And his condemnation of slavery.

Which wouldn't have been a problem
until recently, would it?

What would possess you to bring
a slave girl back from Venice?

What would possess you
to send me into exile?

I risked everything
in saving you.

And this is how you repay me.

You thought you were a martyr.

But you were nothing but a
child with a paper sword.

Have I not done enough now to prove
that I put this family first?

Had I the choice again,
perhaps I would let you die.

Excellent.

I'll send for some more hens.

Lay out some clean robes for
the Pope to change into.

Of course.

Actually, Emilia, wait a moment.

You there.

What's your name?

It's Maddalena, Madonna.

I have a job for you.

Emilia, on second thoughts

you can go to the market and
procure the items on this list.

Maddalena.

Go to my husband's room.

Gather some plain robes, and then
lay them out for His Holiness.

I assume you already
know the way.

Staying with the Medici would send
the wrong message, your grace.

He corrupts God's order with money,
raising the unworthy to power

all to the aid of his
own fame and wealth.

And you are accused of attempting
to overthrow the city of Florence.

Tell me how that is different
to what is happening in Rome?

The fate of a city
hangs in the balance.

As we speak, all that stands
between the Colonna family

and the Curia is
Bishop Vitelleschi.

I thank you for Ormanno rescuing
me, and I value our friendship.

But surely you can appreciate

one cannot be particular in
gathering one's allies

at a time like this.

Cosimo de' Medici and Florence
stand against my enemies.

And so I stand with them.

I do understand your
position, Your Holiness.

But heed my words: Cosimo
will act as a friend

until you find his
knife in your back.

Thank you, Maddalena.

I'd like to thank Cosimo

for this wonderful meal

and for recognizing these present
families for their support

of the Medici during
their time in exile.

Long life to the Medici!

Thank you.

I see you are getting acquainted
with the lovely Ginevra.

Am I to assume she is a good
conversationalist after all?

Her bust is particularly
articulate.

Well, her father is

keen to see it in a
safe pair of hands.

For the Medici, brother.

My daughter seems quite
taken with Lorenzo.

And Lorenzo with her.

What of this special guest
I've been hearing about?

I see none worthy of such...

Stand. Please.

Your Holiness, my apologies.

Fresh robes were meant
to be laid out for you.

No apologies necessary, my dear.

Robes were laid out, and
most fine they were.

But I prefer simpler garb.

Your Holiness.

Your Holiness.

I came to enquire as to
how you are settling in.

Very well.

And I must

thank you for your hospitality.

I can see that banking
has been kind.

Your home is palatial.

We try to steward our
wealth in a Godly manner.

- Forgive me, you were in prayer.
- Yes.

For the life of a friend.

Rinaldo Albizzi.

I thought you might be praying
for your swift return to Rome.

I've known Rinaldo for years.

He may be hot-headed,
but he is a good man.

With respect, it wasn't long ago
he was calling for my head.

Now the Signoria demands his.

The mandate for us to rule among
ourselves is a gift from God.

Yet man has a tendency to mistake
God's justice for revenge.

You believe he should
be shown mercy?

You must implore the
Signoria to grant him exile.

It is impossible.

They will fear he will
only bide his time

simply to rise up
and take the city.

Not if you draw up a
contract for Albizzi to sign

swearing to remain
in peaceful exile.

The Signoria will never trust
Albizzi to hold to such a contract.

Least of all Andrea Pazzi.

He seeks Rinaldo's
seat on the council?

He's a natural politician.

Pazzi was once Rinaldo's
closest ally.

Now he demands his execution
to send a strong message.

Then a contract will
do little good.

At least feign dismay.

It is not I baying
for Albizzi's blood.

- Nor do you intercede on his behalf.
- You ask too much.

This church has made your
family's wealth possible!

I expect you to behave in
the same Godly manner.

In which you
decorate your homes.

You could put your
name to the contract.

Mine?

If you were to countersign

then I believe the Signoria
would trust Albizzi

to hold to the agreement.

It is a noble thought.

But I cannot sign such a letter
whilst blood is spilt in Rome

by the same sort of tyranny
of which Rinaldo is accused.

There must be another
way to save his life.

Signor Cavalcanti.

Thanks.

Gentlemen!

Gentlemen, we're here today

to set the date of Rinaldo
Albizzi's sentencing.

A morte! A morte!

If I may speak.

If anyone has a right to demand
Rinaldo's death, it is me.

And yet I say otherwise.

Our great republic was
on the verge of tyranny.

So why not make our
next act one of mercy?

A statement of intent?

I say we grant exile
not death.

Coward!

Albizzi was a tyrant.

A tyrant that brought the sword
to this city.

And now Medici,
Medici asks for mercy.

I say we show no mercy.

I say we bring the sword
to his neck.

Messer Cosimo will tire of
you soon enough, you know?

Give it a few weeks.

Then you'll just be a slave.

Your knees will be
covered in hard skin.

Your hands will lose
their softness.

And your beauty will
fade within weeks.

Trust me.

Just like you?

Maddalena.

What are you doing?

You've been sitting
out there for hours.

My art studies.

No, you can't see them.

They're not finished yet.

Is it of me?

No.

Drawing the elderly is
next week's assignment.

Isn't the cathedral beautiful?

Even in its unfinished state.

Is art ever finished or
or is it merely abandoned?

I feel it is not time to
abandon this one just yet.

And I'm planning to
resume the construction.

I would be in your debt if you
were to anoint the works.

With your blessing,
someone like Albizzi

would not be able
to stop it again.

Tomorrow a man will
lose his life.

And yet foremost in your mind is
the completion of a building.

What can I do?

The Signoria spat in my face,
Rinaldo slapped my hand away.

All I can do is let
nature take its course.

A man determined to die should
be allowed to run headlong

into his own sword.

Standing aside and washing your
hands does not remove culpability.

Then with respect, Your Holiness,
we have our hands in the same basin.

For the speck in your eye

I miss the plank in my own.

You're right.

It is a risk.

And there are those that
would use it against me.

But I will put my
name to the contract.

Your Holiness.

You carried this here
with your own hand?

Under no threat of harm?

It is a fair offer.

Cosimo assures me that this

could sway the Signoria
in favor of exile.

An assurance of the great
Cosimo de' Medici.

Find me a quill.

I want to help.

Your grace.

The leash you think is in your
hand is around your neck.

Can't you see his game?

I'll wager this contract was
his idea from the start

poured into your ear.

I think anger is
clouding your judgment.

Remember to whom you speak.

Forgive me, Your Holiness.

I will say no more.

Save that the Medici lie.

It's in their blood.

Like his father before him.

Cosimo will destroy as many lives
as necessary to climb into power.

I will never sign this contract.

Rinaldo Albizzi has
shown his true colors.

His refusal to sign this
generous offer proves

that he is a threat
to our liberty.

Exile would be nothing more
than a gift of time

to raise an army and
lay siege to Florence.

Death to Albizzi!

Death to Albizzi!

How did that contract
get into your hands?

- The Signoria have a right to know.
- How?

Son.

Ormanno.

Our home will still be
here when I'm gone.

Keep your mother safe.

All I wish

is to see you grow old, father.

To see you hold your
first grandchild.

To see me make you proud.

That day passed long ago.

Get off me!

Unhand her! Now!

- In the name of the Medici!
- Medici?

Well, why didn't you say?

Your name carries
no weight here.

- Medici.
- And that of Albizzi does?

Your paymaster is
ruined and powerless.

We are staying here until
we get what we deserve.

Which is a hell of a lot more
than Albizzi was offering.

Why don't you take that
back to your father?

And we won't gut you yet.

You went behind my back
and confronted them alone?

Yes.

Good.

Now let's face them together.

It seems simple to me.

My paymaster is locked up in
jail, soon to be executed.

And so you see, as de facto
leader of this city

you shoulder the burden
of his debt to us.

Plus a little extra
for our trouble.

Otherwise who can say
what my men might do?

Get us 1000 florins.

And we'll be gone
by eve tomorrow.

That's a lot of money.

Leave us.

And you.

Swapping charcoal for a needle?

It doesn't seem a good trade.

I do what's necessary.

You're very good with that.

Have you come to make fun of me?

Not at all.

That's not bad.

Although I think I
look better than that.

Where's this going, Marco?

You and me we are the same.

I just want you to know
that you are not alone.

Thank you.

You have a friend here.

Even if the Medici tire of you.

I'm paying the mercenaries
a thousand florins.

To leave.

I hear you are attempting
to pardon our enemy.

If it's blood you're after,
you'll be pleased to know that

despite my very best efforts

it is likely Rinaldo will die.

And you will let the
Signoria rule over you?

Why are you shutting me out?

Was it such an unforgivable
treason to have saved your life?

I was alone here, at the
mercy of Albizzi's thugs.

And yet I still did everything
I could to secure your return.

My God, I even spied for you.

While you were away delighting
in all that Venice has to offer.

You're in no position
to judge me, woman.

Considering your flirtation
with Ezio Contarini.

Yes, I flirted with him.

He even asked me to go
away, but I didn't.

I stayed for our family.
I stayed for you!

You want me to thank you? That
was your duty as my wife!

What of your duty as my husband?

Order!

Order!

Silence! I said order!

The hour is here.

We must weigh Rinaldo Albizzi

with the scales of justice
and decide his punishment.

Signor Guadagni.

May I address the chamber?

I have had the honor of
spending the last few days

with the first true holy
man I have ever met.

Pope Eugenio.

Driven from Rome seeking
protection here in Florence

knowing that we are a city
that prides itself

on mercy and grace.

And yet since his
arrival here.

I have been forced to ask myself
whether that reputation is deserved.

Or whether we have
lost something.

Despite fleeing for his life

dressed in rags

his first concern upon arriving
in this city was not himself

but of his friend.

Rinaldo Albizzi.

That we show this man mercy.

The very same mercy
that Christ showed us.

As Jesus said:

"Let he who is without sin
cast the first stone".

So I ask:

Who are you to cast that stone?

Who are we to take
this man's life?

Exile!

This doesn't erase
the past, Medici.

You think that by saving me,
you've saved your soul?

If you were wise, you
will not return.

Do not force my hand.

Cosimo?

There's something else
I need to tell you.

We are gathered here today

to bless the continued
work on this holy place.

A fragrant offering to our
Lord by his humble servant.

Cosimo de' Medici.

Its glory will stand
through the ages.

An eternal monument to the
majesty of our creator.

Almighty God.

Let us lift our thoughts
to the Lord above

he who breathed upon dust

giving us the precious
gift of life

- trusting us to rule his creation...
- Cosimo?

There's something
else I need to tell you.

Ormanno!

This way! Follow me!

Follow me, follow me!

I hear your father
died a painful death.

Poisons like that

tend to stick in the throat.

- You know.
- Of course I know.

And now I'm freed
by your hand.

It will worm its way
into your mind.

A maggot crawling its
way through your flesh.

Maybe I

killed your father.

Oh, God Almighty

bless our generous benefactor

Cosimo de' Medici.

A man who chose the hard

and narrow path.