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What are you doing here?

-I-- I wanted to see you.
-Whatever for?

I thought we could still be friends.

My uncle has forbidden it.

-I know, but I thought--
-Thought what?

That you would ignore his wishes?
My uncle was right.

-You Medici are pushy!
-Stop it, Francesco.

-I said stop!
-Or what?

You're gonna send your crippled father
limping after me?

Take it back. Take it back.

You think the Pazzi
are plotting against you?

Why else would Francesco be in Rome
having meetings with Salviati?

Could there not be innocent reasons
for them to meet?

At night? In secret? No.

Thank you for coming, Messer Montesecco.

Well, I couldn't help be curious.

What would an archbishop and a banker
want with a soldier?

I find you more prepared
than Galeazzo Sforza was.

I can't put up with these armed guards
breathing down my neck.

It makes me look weak.

I have to return to Rome,
speak with the Pope.

No, you're not safe in Rome.
It's too unstable.

Sforza was a brute,
but he was a strong man.

While he ruled Milan, the alliance
might have offered some protection.

Now, your alliance
is with a seven-year-old boy.

He has a mother acting as his regent.
He has... uncles.

Yes, many uncles.
Many men, many rivals.

No doubt maneuvering for position
like men always do.

And Venice will be
in the same state of uncertainty

wondering how Sforza's death
has changed things.

The alliance will hold, Mother.

The cities will honor it.

Cut six inches off a leg.

Stool is still a stool, yes?
But would you sit on it?

Lorenzo is in league
with Milan and Venice.

And he means to move against
the papal states.

You want me to raise an army?

No. It's not a military question.

Then how do you propose to stop him?

He and his brother
have to die simultaneously.

Well, because if one of them
is left alive,

he'll rally his city behind him.

Avenge the other.

Florence will celebrate
the day the Medici are gone.

And my uncle becomes their new ruler.

We are not acting alone.
We have many supporters.

So why do you need me?

What's the plan?

Lorenzo will be invited to
Rome to celebrate Easter with the Pope.

While he is here, I'll be in Florence
taking care of Giuliano.

And you want me to kill Lorenzo?

Snuff him out like a candle?

--What is it?

A trap for Lorenzo.

They'll lure him here.
Count Montesecco will kill him

while the Pazzi kill Giuliano in Florence.

-Sorry to disturb you, Father.
-Well, it's all right.

Well, someone's just tried to kill
Archbishop Salviati.

Kill?

You haven't seen a man
with a knife in here?

No.

You're sure?

Yes.

Perhaps you were too engrossed
in your studies.

But, but he hasn't got a knife
and he wouldn't kill anyone. I know him.

So I see.

You are not allowed
to carry weapons in Rome.

Oh, look.

A murderer with a knife.

But what are we going to do
about his accomplice?

They are very good, Sandro.
Very good.

Come on, then, why are we here?

I've been invited for talks
with the Pope over Easter.

Might be a trap,
might be a genuine olive branch.

What does Carlo say?

Well, I'm waiting to hear.

I've been thinking that you two
could go off for a diplomatic overture.

Offer the services
of the world's greatest artist

to the Holy Father. What do you say?

I will never paint again.

- My muse is dead.

You think it's funny?
It's your fault.

- It's all her husband's fault.
- She died of the wasting disease.

Because he couldn't resist
another man's wife.

Whilst you made love to her
with your paint brush.

And you killed her.

-You and your lust and her idiot husband--
-Your loss, moping about your muse.

-You're just jealous!
-You killed her!

Stop it, stop it.

Let's console ourselves.

At least she lives on in,
in Sandro's paintings.

These, these daubs, these insignificant

little daubs, they are not even close.

They are not even close. They're...

-No closer... than this.
-Giuliano.

Or this, or this, or this,
or this, or this, or this, or this!

Anyone, anyone can daub pigment on a panel
and pretend that it means something.

It means nothing!

She was just an object to you.

To me, she was everything.

She made life mean something.

He's hurting and he's lashing out, Sandro.

You pay him no heed.

You need to find another way
to make your peace with Rome.

Fetch Montesecco and Francesco Pazzi.

Tell them our guest from Florence
has arrived.

Ah, Cardinal Orsini, I was looking for
Lorenzo de' Medici.

-I saw his carriage outside.
-He's in Florence, Your Grace.

His carriage brought my niece to Rome
as you can see.

His Holiness will be disappointed.

Lorenzo has had to decline
the Holy Father's kind invitation

due to a prior engagement.

He is hosting eminent visitors
from Venice and Milan.

You must see that this trip and alliance
of his is an act of provocation.

-It's not meant to be.
-He should be here.

What's he afraid of?

If Lorenzo had anything to fear in Rome,

he wouldn't allow his wife
to be here, would he?

My niece's presence
is a sign of good faith.

I bring a message, a letter
confirming that Lorenzo supports

all discussions aimed at re-establishing

friendly relations
between Rome and Florence.

And authorizing his uncle, Father Carlo,
to represent him in all such negotiations.

Now, do you know where I might find
Father Carlo?

He isn't in his apartments.

And he hasn't been seen in the library
for sometime.

I was told he's on a retreat for Lent.

He made no mention of that
in his last letter.

Perhaps it was a spur of the moment
decision.

He'll have to return
before the peace talks can begin.

And I can't leave until I've seen him.

Did he suspect a trap?

Would he send his wife if he did?

-He's no coward.
-It's a calculated risk.

She's a Medici and an Orsini.
He believes no one would harm her.

It will lose them support
in Florence and Rome.

What kind of a man would put
so much trust in his wife?

We can't shut her up.

But we can't let her tell Lorenzo

his bastard priest half-uncle
has vanished.

And she won't leave
until she's spoken to him.
And Easter's only days away.

We need a change of plan.

- They both have to die in Florence.
- -It will be much riskier.

It's not just a double murder.

-It's a coup.
-And we'll need an army.

In case the people rebel, one big enough
to make Venice and Milan

think twice about coming
to their assistance.

It'll have to be paid for.

I'll need to get my men inside
the city walls without raising suspicion.

-Can you do that?
-With the Pope's backing.

But I want proof that he supports us.

You'll get it.

I don't like the idea of a foreign army
in the city.

It's just a precaution.

In case Lorenzo's alliance
is more of a threat than it looks.

Make Salviati come with him.

People need to know our uprising
is led by men of Florence.

Gentlemen.

Our honored guest, young Galeazzo Sforza,
the duke of Milan.

Your Excellency.

His mother, the regent,
the Dutchess Bona di Savoia.

Honored guests indeed.

I hear Messer Medici snubbed
a personal invitation from the Pope

to be with you today.

-No snub was intended.
-I do hope you don't live to regret it.

Now, has anyone explained the origins
of our Easter ceremony to you?

During the first crusades
to the holy land,

our noble ancestor, Pazzino de' Pazzi
claimed Palestine for Christianity

by being the very first man
to scale the walls of Jerusalem.

As a reward, he was given three
small stones from the tomb of Christ.

And every year since,
those three flints have created the spark

that lights our Easter candle.

One might say we are the oldest

most noble family
in Florence.

One might.
If you didn't always beat one to it.

Your Excellency.

There you are.
Crusted bread for your Easter supper.

Men of faith don't fear death.

You would happily sacrifice your life

to save Lorenzo and Giuliano de' Medici,
am I right?

I'm right.

But what would you do
to save Lorenzo's wife,

your good friend Clarice?

-You wouldn't dare.
-I would rather not.

But she's here in Rome
demanding to see you now.

If I was to let you speak to her

and you were to tell her what you know,
she would have to die.

But I have strict personal rules.

I don't kill women.

I'd have to leave her to my men,
a fate considerably worse than death.

And if I don't tell her?

5Then we'll have no reason to kill her.

Do I have your word on that?

Put her mind to rest and she will live.

66It's the only choice you have.

A beautiful ceremony, Your Holiness.

Your young nephew
will make an excellent cardinal.

Get to your point.
You have five minutes.

It's about Lorenzo de' Medici.

We'd like to propose a solution.

You know Count Montesecco.

I do.

He can help us solve the Lorenzo problem.

I will not condone a murder.

Of course, not. You might say
he's here as my bodyguard.

Some nights ago, a man tried to kill me.

The count was one of several witnesses
to see the assassin flee the scene.

He gave chase, pursued him to a library.

Where I found him reporting
to Father Carlo de' Medici.

Why would he?

You ordained me as archbishop of Pisa.

Lorenzo wanted his own man.

The Medici are cutthroat merchants

who use violence to remove
those they can't manipulate.

The new duke of Milan
is a seven-year-old boy.

Lorenzo wants complete control
of Florence,

Milan and Venice,

and then his sights
will be on the Holy Sea itself.

He is going to poison you.

We need to act first.

I will not condone murder.

Of course not.

We invited him to Rome
to discuss reconciliation,

but we won't take that as an insult.

If he won't come to us,

we swallow our pride

and we go to him,
send the papal emissary.

Who do you suggest?

Your newest cardinal, Raffaele.

As he is your beloved nephew,

it'll prove your personal commitment
to finding a peaceful solution.

Are you out of your mind? He's 17.

He'll need a bodyguard
and a large retinue.

A retinue befitting his status
and the importance of his peace mission

and prepared for any eventuality.

The Medici will not go without a fight.

They will try to draw their allies
from Venice and Milan into it.

We'll need at least 600 fully armed men,
Your Holiness.

Are you willing to approve the funding
for such a large retinue?

Did your, uh, diplomatic overture

with the seven-year-old duke
and his mother work?

Our treaty with Venice and Milan
will compel the Pope to negotiate.

Violence only ever begets violence,
but words...

words beget dialog.

Ninety-nine good apples
turn a bad one sweet.

You know, all this cynicism,

-it's gonna destroy you, brother.
-You think...

...that it's all meaningless.

And the only way to thrive
in the real world, world of sin...

is to do what Cosimo did.

And be a more ruthless sinner
than your enemy.

Carlo.

I thought you were dead.
Where have you been?

I just... At a monastery, fasting.

Why didn't you tell us?
We've been so worried.

I'm sorry.

Lorenzo's been waiting
to hear from you.

He needs to know.

Are the Pope's desires
for reconciliation genuine?

It is, yes. It is.

He's sending Cardinal Riario
to Florence on a diplomatic mission,

Lorenzo should make...
him and his retinue welcome.

-Are you sure?
-I'm sure.

Now, you need to go.
I have some work to do.

-Something wrong?
-You need to go.

I'll come with Cardinal Riario to Florence

and we can speak at great length
then, all right?

-You promise?
-Promise. I'm OK. Please.

-Bye, Clarice.
-All right. Goodbye.

Don't cry.

You just saved her life.

She'll be expecting me to travel
with the cardinal now, may I?

The Pope has authorized
our bank to fund an army

to be led from Imola by Count Riario.

You try to enter Florence
and there'll be a blood bath.

Montesecco will lead
a vanguard of 50 men.

Lorenzo thinks
they're coming for peace talks.

They'll be disguised as the retinue
of the Pope's nephew,

Cardinal Raffaele Riario.

There will be a banquet
to welcome the cardinal,

but the Medici brothers will not make it
past the first course.

When they are dead, the government palace
will be seized on behalf of the people.

And my uncle will be proclaimed
the new leader of Florence.

Soon after, my men will enter the city,

ready to defend the uprising
against any opposition.

And the Pope has agreed to this?

He wants rid of the Medici tyrants
just as much as we do.

You look worried, Uncle.

Not having second thoughts, are you?

-Don't call His Holiness, "Uncle".
-Sorry.

Please don't worry, Your Holiness.

I will make the Medici abide by your will,
and peace will prevail. I, I promise.

Time to go.
God's work to do.

I can hardly believe you're entrusting me
with such an important mission.

Count.

By the time I return with my men,

you will be the new ruler
of this republic.

Should we warn Guglielmo?

Or find some excuse to keep him
and his wife away from the banquet?

We cannot trust him.

The Pope loves Raffaele Riario
like a son.

-He's very young.
-He won't come alone. He'll have advisers.

Perhaps the Holy Father wants to give him
a chance to prove himself.

Like you, sending me off to Rome.

I didn't send you off to Rome,
you sent yourself.

I knew that I could trust you.

Carlo...

something was troubling him.

About the visit?

I don't know.

We can ask him when they get here.

Ah.

Rather more than I expected.

You're most welcome, Your Eminence.

Though some of your retinue
may have to sleep in the stables.

Well, if it was good enough for our Lord.

Your Eminence.

Welcome.

I must say this is a surprise.

We were only expecting Cardinal Riario.

I'm afraid I flattered myself

that I might have a role to play
in bringing the two sides together.

Is Father Carlo not with you?

His Holiness
had another assignment for him.

Father Carlo sends his apologies.

My wife will show you to your quarters.

-Tonight we dine in your honor.
-I look forward to it.

And I appreciate your hospitality.

Do come this way.

Here is your ruffian, Ma donna.

Lorenzo.

In future, you'll see to it he keeps away
from this family and this house.

What were you thinking?

I just wanted to be friends, Grandmother.

He strikes my nephew
and calls it friendship.

You were not wrong to try.

You still must try to extend
a hand of friendship,

even if it is not returned.

Come.

Oh.

Grandmother.

Ma donna?

You asked to see me.

Yes.

I want you to come to the banquet.

If you think you can exploit my art
to curry favors with your enemies,

-you have another thing coming.
-Oh, no. Don't worry.

I'm offering the Curia commission to a,
a young fellow from Verrocchio's workshop,

Leonardo.

Everyone's talking about him apparently.

I hear he has some ability,
may do you a half decent job,

but I hear he doesn't finish anything.

Oh, no, I don't think you understand.

I have complete confidence in him.
I think he is an exceptional talent.

I know exactly what you're doing.

I'm saying take as long as you want
before you pick up a brush,

-but come to the banquet.
-Do you really think so little of me?

No, really, that I can be swayed
by such a transparent appeal

-to my vanity?
-Sandro.

You love someone, you lose them.

You don't think you can carry on,
but then you go to work and you do.

It gets you through the day,
from one day to the next.

-But without work, without--
-Would you listen to yourself?

Help me to help Giuliano.

He needs us. The people who love him,
now more than ever.

- Your brother needs your help tonight.
- What does he want now?

Conjuring tricks for a cardinal,
marrying one of the Pope's nieces?

Ever since you were a boy, you've always
known that Lorenzo was the chosen one.

If you think you were never given
any responsibility,

well, that's no excuse for not taking any.
But I wish you'd stop drinking.

I wish I were dead.

I'd do it now if I knew I'd see her again.

Don't say that.

-Suicide is a mortal sin.
-So is adultery.

I could put up with damnation.

Together in hell for eternity.

Be better than one day
on Earth without her.

Oh, Giuliano.

Son, please.

Don't think like that.
You can be together in heaven.

Repent your sins, do the right thing,

live a good life. You could find peace.

I don't believe in peace.
I don't believe in resurrection, I...

These sunny, carefree days of youth,

they're an illusion,

the road to Christ...

it's a dead end.

Carlo say, why hasn't he come?

Um, the letter's here.

Why is Salviati staying here

-when he has family in the city?
-He's chaperoning the young cardinal.

I don't like having him under my roof.

This is addressed to me.

Yes, sorry, I didn't realize
until I had opened it.

It's in Latin.

Yes, Carlo apologizes,
says that he's busy,

but that... that he's praying for us.

He knows I don't speak Latin.
Why would he write to me in Latin?

I thought we were using poison.
Wouldn't that be cleaner?

Tell me, how do we get it
into their drinks?

And their drinks only.

How do we guarantee
they sup them simultaneously?

I will come at Lorenzo from behind
then go for his throat

in case of concealed armor.

You, and you, take Giuliano.

The rest of you,
weapons drawn ready for guards.

You'd better go over

and get the cardinal out of the way
when the moment arrives,

and I'll do the same
for my brother and his wife.

-You don't have to be here.
-I want to see Giuliano die.

Keep your voice down

and try to look more relaxed.

-Gentlemen.
-Messer Pazzi.

Thank you for coming.

-It means a lot.
-Our pleasure, I'm sure.

I see Lorenzo,

but where's Giuliano?

I'd like to introduce you to Botticelli...

It's a great pleasure.

He's a dear friend of mine.

Why so shy, Brother?

-Why don't you join us? Have some food--
-You'll get no conversation out of him.

He's taken a vow of silence.

Signora, please.

I was just telling Messer
Medici that Florence has no reason

to feel threatened
by the Pope's purchase of Imola.

-Or this business--
-Oh, let's not talk politics.

Will your brother be joining us soon?

He will.

But wine will be here.

Giuliano sends his apologies.
He's been detained on business.

Oh.

Oh, that's, that's a pity.

-A great pity.
-Well, you'll see him on Sunday at Mass.

We should have killed Lorenzo
when we had the chance.

They have to die together.

We all agreed to that.

They're suspicious.

All those guards.

What if they avoid being together
in public from now on?

They'll be together on Sunday.

You can't be serious.

-Why not?
-At Mass?

They won't be expecting it.

This may be our last chance.

-No, we just need to be patient--
-Count Riario's men are on the march.

It has to be Sunday.

At Mass.

I will not take a life
on consecrated ground.

You need more money?

Look, I have rules.

A code of honor.

-How much would it take?
-I will not do it, nor will my men.

I will take
the government palace for you,
but any killing in the cathedral...

you do yourselves.

When a professional shipwright
refuses to come aboard,

-think twice before setting sail.
-He's on board.

He and his men will seize the palace.

We'll declare a new government

just as the tyrants are meeting their fate
in the cathedral

in accordance with the will of God

and with the blessing of the Pope.

Where have you been?
You insulted our guests.

Breaking bread with the Pazzi, making
polite conversation with Marco Vespucci,

that's a recipe for insulted guests?

-Oh, well, you should've been there.
-I told him to stay away.

The mood he was in, I didn't think

he'd contribute much
to your diplomatic efforts.

You're so obsessed with making peace

you can't see your enemies
preparing for war.

Do you know the Pope
has an army to Imola?

He buys a town, he wants to defend it.

And the rumor is
he's marching on Florence.

-Where did you hear that?
-On the street.

Ah, Giuliano.

-We missed you at the banquet.
-Well, I'm here now.

Shall we?

A letter? Who is it from?

-Francesco. Delivered last night.
-Is it important?

Bank business.

Hurry up. We're going to be late.

Where have you been?

Trying to warm myself on an old flame.

-And did it work?
-No.

I need to take responsibility.

Starting with Simonetta.

Because if there is a heaven
then she is there.

That's the only hope there is.

What I have done wrong,
I'll make it right.

You don't need to worry about me anymore.

Thank God.

When Cardinal Riario raises the host,
you cut their throats.

In case they're wearing armor.

Bastiano.

-I need you to do something for me.
-They'll have no bodyguards.

And their friends, the Cavalcanti cousins
are away hunting.

Sure.

If there is an army preparing for war,
how are you going to deal with it?

More talk with palette and brush
or with sword?

Well, I still believe that we must try
for a peaceful resolution.

Come.

I know our families
have had their disagreements,

but I hope from now on we can bury that,
start new, for all our sakes.

Amen.

Come here, Lorenzo.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to fight.

I need to tell you something.

Something no one else knows.

I always meant us to be friends,
Francesco.

We shall be again.

And you, Giuliano,

if I've done you wrong, I'm sorry.

Please forgive me.

I'm sorry, too.

They are not wearing armor.