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You will need to find
the Book of Leaves.

And you are closer every day.

Lorenzo makes an embassy
to the Duke of Urbino.

Brilliant!

He seeks to create a
new military alliance.

It's too long since I
led my men into combat.

Our proposal
is timely indeed.

End the House of Medici.

Before I end you.

Those caught roaming
the streets after curfew

get put in my little book.

Anyone who breaks curfew,
for the slightest reason,

will be put down here.

Including the true spy whom you
believe framed Becchi.

You've seen what happens
when people question

the plans of the Vatican,
haven't you?

Giuliano, you'd make a
fine husband for Camilla.

The key.

It's waiting in Rome.

Your mother,
she's alive.

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♪ Da Vinci's Demons 1x07 ♪
The Hierophant
Original Air Date on May 31, 2013

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

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He's alone.

For the first time in days.

See for yourself, Zo.

Careful.

The lenses
are delicately balanced.

Why is he here while the rest of
the city's busy with the carnival.

What's the name
on that headstone?

I can't make it out.

The lenses
can be adjusted.

Here.

Celia Lysimachus.

That's a Jewish surname.

Explains why she's buried
in a pauper's graveyard.

Who is she?

And what is she to Riario?

Maybe only gets stiff
for the stiff.

You might be right.

He's on the move.

Maestro, look, we've been
following Riario for days.

- If he sees us...
- He won't.

Leo, while I'm not about to piss down
my leg, I have to side with Nico.

The Abyssinian claimed the other
key's here but look around.

Rome's been growing for
thousands of years.

An object looking for a place to hide
couldn't have chosen a better home.

Indeed. And that's why
we're going to liberate it

from the one place Riario would
expect it to be safe.

The Vatican's
Secret Archives.

(Bell rings)

(Plainsong)

Remember, man, that thou art dust
and unto dust thou shalt return.

Turn away from sin,
Clarice.

And be faithful
to the Gospel.

I try, brother.

As Matthew urges, I pray
for those who persecute me.

Remember, man, that thou art dust
and unto dust thou shalt return.

(Bell rings)

I've got the guard rotations
for the south entrance.

Tight as a nun
on Good Friday.

We've examined every
entrance, window,

tunnel,
hole in the bloody wall.

Getting in uncaught
is impossible.

You do realize 'impossible' is just a
word that makes me try even harder.

Maestro, sentries patrol every
possible entrance.

In fact,
here come two now.

Don't worry, my friends.

Long as they think you're Jews
here in the ghetto,

you have nothing to fear.

As Jews we are
beneath notice.

You see, they pay no attention
because you wear the yellow.

Thank you
for taking us in.

Even if you are not out to
undermine our oppressors,

friends of Zo
are always welcome

because he has so few.

What about the Castel Sant Angelo
that connects to the Vatican?

If I can devise a way
to reach the tower...

Leo, listen.
Just listen to me.

It's a prison.

Okay? Did you enjoy your time
in the Bargello that much

you're homesick
for iron bars?

These are the people who put
me behind those bars, Zo.

And they will pay
for their folly.

(Bell rings)

See you. Farewell.

Niccolo.

Your wife Lucrezia, she is
a believer, is she not?

She is, Your Magnificence.

Well, is she unwell?
I've not seen her of late.

She's been caring
for an aunt in Siena.

I'd hoped she'd be here by now
but perhaps God has other plans.

Your Excellency,

would it be impertinent of me to
say you wear your ashes well?

I like my women
with a bit of cheek.

(Clears his throat)

Gathered all the curfew
ledgers as I asked?

- I have, signor.
- Excellent.

Bring them to
my quarters.

Oh, Francesco,
Francesco.

Buone Feste.

Let us heal old wounds.

Yes, and put old feuds
to death.

We look forward to the
union of our families.

Assuming we can work out
the terms of the dowry.

He jests.

I'm sure it will sort out.

Since you've extended
the first laurel,

we'd like to host an engagement
fete for the families

at our country estate.

A Lord's supper
for Holy Saturday.

This is good news,
Francesco.

This is good for Florence and
this is good for us all.

- Till Holy Saturday then.
- Indeed.

Farewell.

Well done.

Now all you have to do is
break the news to Giuliano.

Let's be clear on this: I get
no choice in this matter.

None. Because you
are my brother,

you get an explanation of
why you have no choice.

Camilla Pazzi.

You can't deny
she is attractive.

If I needed a new mistress,
I'd bed her myself.

The Pazzis have other marriageable
maidens without so much appeal.

Clarice was looking
out for you.

You decided all this and you
didn't even consult me?

We thought that if the
Pazzis turned us down,

we wouldn't have to
burden you with it.

Easier to say from the seat of the
bidder rather than the bidded upon.

Do you honestly believe
this can work?

The Pazzis have been our foes since
the days of our ancestor Averardo.

Feuds like that
don't just go away.

This is precisely why
marriage was invented!

To consolidate power
and to settle feuds.

Yeah. I always knew
I'd pay for being me.

Lucrezia. What are you
doing in Rome?

Who says we're in Rome?

How did I get here?

I told you I loved you.

So I found a way.

And don't think
I didn't notice

you haven't
answered my question.

It is easier to resist at the
beginning than it is at the end.

But then again, perhaps
you're not capable of love.

You stay silent even when I've
given you my dearest possession.

Can't you tell from this
what you mean to me?

Can't you tell me
what I need to hear?

I...

Without love, there is
no point in living.

Hey, hey! Rouse yourselves.
Rouse yourselves.

I've discovered
a way into the Vatican.

Bugger off.
You're still drunk.

What is the one place,
the one entrance,

where no guard
can be found?

It's in the water.

The sewers were built on the
principles of Vitruvius.

Designed to flow freely
into the city,

including
into the Vatican.

Look, look.

The air is delivered into the glass
and it allows the flame to live.

Now I know you're besotted.
You won't fit inside there.

Of course not, but we can construct
a device of similar properties.

Look at these sketches.
Here. Here. Look.

Look.

It's a diving dress.

It's modeled on the breathing
of a water turtle.

Because the air goes
in through this line,

and then it's exhaled
into this forward pouch.

Look. We need to gather some
items and do it quickly.

We've only got
a few days.

- There.
- Pig's skin, glass...

A fishing net...

- A boat?
- Yes, a boat.

Right.

This is the spot.

Okay, just continue operating
the mechanism at a steady pace

until I reach
my destination.

Once I'm there, I'll plug the end
of this line as signal to stop.

Leo are you sure of this contraption?
We haven't tested it.

There's no time if we're to remain undiscovered.
It's trial by fire.

Or water, in this case.

Just keep pumping
these bellows.

With any luck, it'll take just a few
hours to get all the way inside.

What if you're wrong
about where you'll emerge

and you climb up
into a brigade?

The plans of Vitruvius show
where the drains lead.

Yes? Once I reach
the reservoir,

I just drill up into
the Vatican flooring.

If I don't reappear
by sundown,

make your way back
to Florence without me.

Sundown? Honestly?
What could take so long?

Hey. Bell time.

Bell.

Another!

Signor de Medici, we're about
to ring the bell for the night.

Then bring me a barrel I can
roll home and drink all night.

I need all the liquid
counseling I can get.

Would you believe my brother pledged
me to marry a woman from...

- All right.
- (Bell)

Dragonetti's wolves will be
here for a round-up soon.

It's time to find
your beds.

You too,

your grace.

And what if I called your
bed my home for tonight?

Sorry.

Too much cider.

Seems my cock doesn't
know what's good for him.

Luckily I do.

(Bellows)

Strange noise.
Did you hear that?

Zo, Zo.

(Gasps)

(Gasping)

Is it down there?

No, come on.

Zo.

(Breathes deeply)

I boiled you some quinto
quarto for your hangover.

It works wonders.

You're a saint.

I think we disproved
that last night.

Oh...

There's something
you have to know.

I'm betrothed.

You mentioned it.

A few times.

I agreed to your advances precisely
because you're spoken for.

If you were unattached and we
became enamored with each other,

can you imagine
what might happen?

A Medici
marries a commoner.

Would it be so bad?

Lady Vanessa?

Your palace is a prison
with better linens.

Every move is watched,
every action judged.

My choices might be
limited here,

but I answer
to no-one but myself.

Why don't I sack it all and come and
live with you on your side of things?

Without the Medici
hand governing,

I'd still be living
a lie in the convent.

It would have been
a gentle lie,

a lie lived
among friends...

Oh.

But if I marry Camilla
Pazzi, that's a lie too.

When you marry her, you
neutralize that family of fiends.

And when ruling Florence
gets to be too much,

you and I can still snatch a
little freedom here and there.

You know this
makes good sense.

Something else stops you.

I blame the Pazzis
for Becchi's death.

They set him up somehow.

Along with Rome
and their spy.

Well, then,
clear his name.

And then the Pazzis will know just
what sort of man lives among them.

(Prays)

- (Rosario clears his throat)
- Amen.

May I present Federico
da Montefeltro,

the Duke of Urbino.

- Federico.
- Your Eminence.

Thank you for travelling
so far, so quickly.

Anything for
Your Holiness.

I am but
a servant of God.

And yet you ally yourself

with your godson
Lorenzo de Medici against us.

Do I?
A surprise to my ears.

- Hm.
- I see.

So you deny meeting
Lorenzo in your home

to negotiate an alliance
against the Papal States?

Please forgive my nephew.

These rumors have
angered him greatly.

No apologies necessary.

If I'd heard similar,
I'd react the same.

Or worse.

5,000 gold florins to fight
for us against the Medicis.

Now, apologies
are necessary.

You think Condottieri
kill only for money?

Some I kill for pleasure.

Federico, let's have you refreshed
before we discuss our business.

We shall reconvene after.

- (Knocking)
- Signor?

Signor de Medici?

Who's there?

Signor de Medici
requested these lists.

Dragonetti produced
the index of symbols?

I had to invade his office
without his knowledge.

I'll let you gentlemen
get to work.

Somehow I never got to
my chores last night.

- Signorina.
- Bye.

Tell me. Who's Libra?

I'm sorry, Eccellenza.

It's the symbol
for Gentile Becchi.

Libra, the scales
of justice.

If only we can deliver
that to him.

- Capricorn?
- Moses the physic.

Understandable. Illness
respects no curfew.

That leaves Gemini.
Who is he?

I don't think our
conspirator is Gemini.

That's the symbol for,
well...

Lucrezia Donati?

Forgive any indelicacy, but you surely
know why she's out late at night.

I do.

And yet, the week
we hired Da Vinci:

- "Returning from Siena."
- Mm.

I hear she's there now. She could
have been visiting relatives.

She could
have traveled to Rome

and alerted them of
our new war engineer.

It's impossible.
She's a...woman.

Exactly.

Her liaisons with my
brother create an alibi.

But we cannot ignore the possibility
that Lucrezia is a spy.

Saddle the horses
for Siena.

We'll question
her directly.

Gentlemen,
gather round.

Bernardo Baroncelli.

Jacomo Bracciolini.

Condottiere
Giovan Battista.

Renato Giustini.

Father Bagnone.

Father Maffei.

Your Eminence,
Cardinal Orsini.

Some may call us
conspirators.

I say no.
Gentlemen,

look upon each other as
saviors of our great city.

( Door opens )

Ahhh.

And here's
our final savior.

Gentlemen.

(Clanking)

- The front door was locked.
- Who dares?

Leonardo Da Vinci.

The man you sought
to have imprisoned...

- ..and burned.
- The Florentine virtuoso.

You make quite
an entrance.

To ensure
a private audience.

The Secret Archive,
if you please.

As you wish.

I'm aware of
the guards outside.

Surely a Secret Archive

has an attendant
secret passageway.

Then find one.

This palace was designed
by Nivolo Speziali, no?

and his structures
are historically rife

with hidden doorways,

tunnels.

And judging by the
direction of that breeze,

I would say...

a passageway most likely
lies behind this wall.

I have agreed to Lorenzo's
cunning plan of a marriage,

only because
it will never happen.

Accepting it obliges the Medicis
to join us here on Holy Saturday.

Do we kill Lorenzo
coming up the path

or have my men
attack along his journey?

Count Riario commands that we strike
only when the brothers are together.

Lorenzo and Giuliano enjoy
separate but equal sway

over the loyalties
of the people.

If they are not killed
simultaneously,

then the survivor
will reclaim power.

Eliminate both brothers at once
and we cripple their line.

And as soon as
they're dead,

Nazzareno Dragonetti, with
his Officers of the Night,

- steps in.
- Can we be so sure?

This is the man who spent years
doing the Medicis' bidding.

I must agree.

What assurances do we have that
your loyalty lies with our purpose?

My allegiance
is to my family.

And to Florence,
my home.

And what of
Lorenzo's wife?

My sister, Clarice.

As the Bible says,

a woman leaves her home
when she weds.

She's no longer
truly your sister.

However,

you will be handsomely rewarded
for the loss you endure,

as you finally return
to Rome where you belong,

Vice Chancellor
to the Holy Father.

As each of you
will be rewarded.

Isn't this what we
complain of in Lorenzo?

That he is not a leader
of a republic

but a tyrant dividing his
spoils among his cronies?

Are we just exchanging one family
of nepotistic leaders for another?

Basta!

Take a drink, brother,
and calm down.

Like any new leaders,
we...

we promote
those loyal to us.

But Lorenzo is a weak,
bankrupt traitor

hiding behind
political privilege.

How is Florence
a world power

if Europe knows our
republic is in such hands?

The Pazzi name offers legitimacy
and security

with trade partners
and neighboring armies.

The time to question
your allegiance is...

(Chokes)

..well, it's long past.

(Gurgles
and falls silent)

That is how the Medicis
will die.

Quickly.

Stand with us or...
not at all.

(Bell tolls)

Viccolo della Manna.

The home of Lucrezia's aunt,
Anna Donati.

(Knocking at door)

Signora,
are you Anna Donati?

We require your niece,
Lucrezia.

Has she not returned home?

She was here, but she left
for Florence days ago.

You understand
we'll need to look around.

Did she take the road to
Poggibonsi

or through Chianti?

Poggibonsi, of course.
It's safer.

If you hear from her, send word
to me immediately in Florence.

Of course.

Behold.

If it is treasure
you seek,

this chamber contains more
that you should ever require.

It appears we awe
even Da Vinci.

I'm just astonished...

..at what tyranny can steal.

Blood was the ransom paid
for these artifacts.

Hypocrisy from a man
who threatens my life.

Voiced by one
who attempted to take mine.

Whose agent authored
this denunciation...

..to have me burned.

But this is in
a woman's hand.

Could you truly believe I would
employ a daughter of Eve as an agent?

I seek a key.

The second needed
to open the Vault of Heaven.

For this
you would risk death?

Do not continue...
with this ruse.

You aim only to delay me

until your absence
is noticed by your guards.

Your mind is restless.

Yearning for that which
most cannot comprehend.

God can end your longing.

For He presents you
the chance to explore

all the mysteries
of this chamber.

If you would only agree to
replace Cardinal Mercuri.

You would entice me to become
keeper of the Secret Archives?

Not keeper. Oh, no, no, no.

Its explorer.

Come with me, Da Vinci.

Come with me...

and then tell me
you're not intrigued.

(Clank and rumbling)

So, what now, Signor?

If she has nothing to hide, she'll
take the road through Poggibonsi.

But if she conspires
against us,

she'd find a way to ride
alone through Chianti.

- Which road do we take?
- We prepare for the worst

and find ourselves relieved
if we were wrong.

Through Chianti.

- Cara mia, who were they?
- That was Lorenzo's brother.

Perhaps I've been
away too long.

Or perhaps your own business
in Rome has gone bad.

I'd hoped to spare you
knowledge of these matters.

Can no-one in Florence
help you? What about Lorenzo?

He sentenced a man he's loved
for decades to death,

on suspicion of something
I have done.

Well, is there no-one else?

Yes.

There is another.

A man who could invent
an escape where none exists.

The skull of a dragon.

It would serve as a unique
addition to your study

of creatures
and their anatomy, yes?

Perhaps you'd care
to examine this.

The Spear of Destiny.

A lance used
to pierce the side of Christ

while He hung on the cross.

Many believe
that in one's hands...

..it can defeat any enemy.

It's extraordinary.

But what of the key?

This obsession
with the Book Of Leaves.

The Turk blinds you
with tricks and deceptions.

The Sons of Mithras
are an extinct order.

Those who advance
its name now,

conceal their real agenda.

In your quest, you unknowingly act
as an agent for the Ottoman Sultan.

My quest is not in pursuit
of anyone's purpose...

except my own.

Ah.

And here, you speak
of your mother, I presume.

A treasure truly worth
fighting for.

And one only I can aid
in reuniting you with.

What do you know
of my mother?

Holy Father?

Holy Father!

An enemy has entered
the Vatican.

Montefeltro,
sound the alarm.

Pledge your allegiance
to Rome

and you shall have the entire resources
of the Catholic Church at your disposal.

Its coffers, devisings,

even the ships of the Papal
Armada to ferry you.

And the Book Of Leaves? What if I
should uncover that on my search?

So much the better.

It's far too precious
to be left unguarded.

There was a time when I
distrusted its very existence.

Until my eyes
fell upon this.

Which we recovered
from Florence.

Oh!

It's unlike any language
I've ever encountered.

That is far
from its only mystery.

(Gasps)

The words...

they seem to...
change with every viewing?

Never offering
the same content twice.

Imagine solving this.

I had a dream
not long after I saw this.

A powerful message
sent from the heavens.

It told me the Book Of Leaves

contains...
secrets of the divine.

That its authors
were the Nephilim -

the offspring of Angels
and the women of man.

Father!

I know now that the Book
with its mysteries

must remain within
the Church.

No matter the cost.

Is it defense or burial
that you intend as its fate?

The world needs secrets.

Powerful ideas can wreak
havoc if unleashed before their time.

But a new beginning can start
with you here now, if you choose.

Hold, Montefeltro.

So...we are allied.

You press for my devotion

as only to place me here

as another relic in this tomb
that you've constructed.

Take him.

(Cries out)

Come on!

Get him!

(Cries out) Go!

Nico! Come back here,
you spongy pignut.

Your master returns.

Nico!

Leo.

You are completely mad.

Oh, fuck.

(Laughs)

I can't believe you stuck it
to that fuck Riario.

I wish I could see his face
when he figures it out.

Wishes come true.

- Through here.
- (Shouting)

(Distant shouting)

Where is Da Vinci?

I'm the last person he tells.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Then...then perhaps
I'll entertain myself

while I wait.

The Vatican choir could use
a new castrato.

(Nico cries out)

Fuck.

(Panting)

(GUARD) Move away.

Yeaargh!

Aaargh!

(Guard laughs)

Oh. (Chokes)

Aaargh!

God! Fuck! Aargh.

Do you know who I am?

Young Nico.

I...I see our first encounter
left your hand shaking.

I'll steady it in your heart.

Will you?
If revenge is your aim,

you must overcome
your apprehension.

Now that we've established
my propensity for directness,

I have a question for you.

Where is my Maestro?

Have you ever tasted blood,
Nico?

It erm...possesses
a peculiar saltiness.

Don't bother, Nico.
He doesn't know.

Wouldn't reveal anything
even if he did.

- Yes, he will.
- You're quite right, Nico.

I will tell you all about
the dozen Swiss mercenaries

I dispatched to the Tiber

who search for me
as we speak.

I'll reveal my plan
when they arrive,

to have them peel away your
skin one layer at a time.

Like this?

Aaargh!

(Riario laughs)

You don't want
to travel this road.

If you wish to see him bleed, let
it be my doing. Come on, stop it.

No! He's mine to face. And
he will answer my question.

Where is he?

I commend you
on your resolve, boy.

In another life,
in other circumstances,

I could have used
someone like you.

- Aaaarh!
- (Clank)

(Nico gasps)

It's the second key.

(Distant shouting)

(Keys jangling)

Aargh!

(Door bolts)

(Clattering)

(Hums tunefully)

(Da Vinci mutters)

- Okay...
- (Humming continues)

(Hums)

That's a curious tune.

May I ask...
where you know it from?

It's of my own
construction.

I've heard
the lullaby before.

You are
Lucrezia Donati's father.

Aren't you?

Indeed...
Signor Da Vinci.

Have we met before?

No, but who else
so bedevils Riario?

This ring belongs to you,
doesn't it?

Once upon a time.
It was taken.

May I ask
how you acquired it?

It was a gift...
from your daughter.

No, it is far more
than a gift.

Do you love my daughter?

Do you love my Lucrezia,
Leonardo?

Ha.

I must confess...

I'm not sure who
your daughter is, Signor.

Her image has always been...
shaded to me.

Perhaps now I know why.

You...

You...

You present...

..a key piece in
unlocking her puzzle.

She offers me your ring,

- but keeps your imprison...
- (Thud)

She keeps your imprisonment
a secret.

She...

..extends me her love...

..but she continues
with Lorenzo.

She despises Riario...
but she's barely met him.

She hopes...to save you.

To protect...

(Gasps)

This is in a woman's hand.

How can you be so blind?

She maneuvers for Rome.

She feeds my secrets
to Riario.

She...she poisons
her fellow citizens.

She sees me imprisoned
and left to burn.

And it's all to set you free.

Lucrezia acts at the behest
of other' cruel manipulations.

She loves me.
Blame that on me if you will.

Not her.

(Shouting)

Harder!

Remove yourself
from the shadows.

Let us face your daughter
together.

Lucrezia labors to secure
your freedom - why stay?

I'm exactly
where I need to be.

- I don't understand.
- (Shouting)

Go now, Leonardo.

Return to my daughter.

Tell her of my love.

And your own.

Don't brood,
Nico. He's fine.

What you did earlier,

coming to my aid,
was very brave.

So...thank you.

Then I should thank you
as well.

Maestro! You had us worried.

Nico, at least.

I'm just glad
to leave this hellhole.

(Coughs)
I'm afraid...I'm afraid...

I'm afraid I can't.

I've failed to retrieve the key
and I'll stay until I acquire it.

- Leo.
- What?

Steel yourself
for a surprise.

How?

Credit this malt-worm.

I wanted to gut the prick,
but he'd not have it.

Huh.

Artista...I see you escaped.

And I see a key...

..that you will
be giving to me.

You best kill me first.

I will follow you to the ends of
the earth to retrieve what's mine.

There may come a day...

..where I am forced to
take your life, Girolamo.

It's not today.

I've come into your home...

..and I've taken the thing
that you hold dearest.

I erm...

I plan to return
the favor soon...

..and take the one
most dearest to you.

Maestro,
shall we just leave him?

(Cries out)

To be haunted
by your mistakes, Nico...

..that's a fate
far worse than death.

(Tinkling)

Don't touch her.
She's unclean.

Weren't we told
she'd be in disguise?

We can't pass her by.
We're stopping her.

- Halt!
- (Horse whinnies)

Halt. Halt!

Halt!

Stay where you are.

Immunda!

- Unveil yourself!
- I'm hideous.

It's a woman. Riario said she'd
be disguised as a leper.

Show your face
or we do it for you.

- (Squeals)
- Take off the mask.

Look who has all her fingers.

- No!
- (Laughter)

You're no leper, Signora.

Stand down! I've been given
orders by Count Riario of Rome

to bring information
for Lorenzo de Medici.

Signora, you seem to be
a sunrise behind.

We're on our own orders
from Rome.

Lorenzo and his dolt of a
brother are to be assassinated.

Your services are ended.
As is your life.

I've never killed anyone
quite so pretty.

This will be different.

He said to make it look like brigands.
Don't do one clean hit.

No.

- (Screams)
- That's for fighting us.

(Groans)

No! (Screams)

But first, let's give her
something to remember.

(Laughter)

Halt! Stand down!

This doesn't concern you.
Ride on.

I am Giuliano de Medici,

brother to His Magnificence,
Lorenzo of Florence.

I order you to stop!

Romans have no authority
here.

They will soon enough.

And they want this deceptive
little tart dead.

How has she offended Rome?

She spied for Count Riario
and now he's done with her.

What use is a slattern like this with the
Pazzis about to seize control of Florence?

Aaargh!

Signor!

Aaargh!

Bertino!

Aaargh!

All this for a spy like you!

Bertino was a good man.
But so was Becchi.

Goodness means
nothing to you.

The hand that brought him the
hemlock was yours, wasn't it?

What possesses you to betray
Lorenzo? To betray us all?

You would never understand.

- (Cries out)
- Aaargh!

You are the cunt
of an overworked whore.

As my brother fucked you
in the ass,

did you smile, knowing you
were doing the same to him?

Let's return to him and see
how he feels about all this.

Will he opt
to break you on the wheel

in the public square, for the
edification of the masses?

Or will his shame lead him
to kill you privately?

Slowly, over weeks of time.

Urgh! Oh!

(Grunts and groans)

Aargh! Aargh!

♪

== sync, corrected by elderman ==