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I will repeat myself.

Can any of you fetch me the red apple,

without setting foot on the carpet?

Selim Pasha...

the esteemed general of the North,

what is your plan?

Just as I expected.

And how about you,

the great grand vizier,

Candarli Halil Pasha?

For a sharp mind such as yours,

a riddle like this
should be easy to solve.

I haven't time for childish games,

my prince.

Perhaps it takes a child
to solve this riddle.

You are fortunate...

I am not yet sultan.

Every empire has a beginning.

Forged of blood, steel,
fortune and conquest.

In 1453,

Roman Emperor Constantine XI,

and Ottoman Sultan Mehmed II,

wage an epic battle for Constantinople.

Twenty three armies have tried
to take the legendary city,

all have failed.

Out of the carnage one ruler
will emerge victorious

and change the course of history
for the next 300 years.

For one empire to rise,

another must fall.

Sultan Mehmed II's siege of Constantinople

enters its third week.

Mehmed's artillery teams continue
their relentless bombardment

of Constantinople's walls.

After his navy suffers
a devastating defeat...

Prepare to board!

Yah!

...at the hands
of an incoming Genoese fleet

bringing soldiers and supplies
to Constantinople,

the Genoese find safe harbor
inside the Golden Horn,

a narrow inlet that runs
along Constantinople's seaward walls.

Constantinople is gifted
because it has this huge protected harbor,

which is the Golden Horn.

It has a very narrow entrance

and it has two towers on each side,

but if an enemy fleet enters
the Golden Horn

there's only one line of walls
and it's not well protected.

Because they didn't make it as tough
as those all looking towards the West,

where any besieging army
would have come from.

This is an area where loads of Christian
ships are all kind of moored up in there.

It was like a soft underbelly.

If they can only get in there,

they can then set up operations
against that side of the walls.

That's why Mehmed II would go
to great lengths in order to open a...

another front against
the most vulnerable part of the city.

This definitely underscores in his mind

"I've got to get into the Golden Horn."

But the harbor is protected
by a massive cast-iron chain.

The chain spans half a mile
from Constantinople to Galata

and weighs over 30 tons.

It has protected the harbor
for over seven centuries.

Newly reinforced by order
of Emperor Constantine,

it is virtually impenetrable.

Mehmed, he's got a very
active mind and he's always thinking,

and so he concocts this brilliant,

out of the blue, wild plan.

It's not clear
how the idea comes to Mehmed,

but clearly, under the pressure of time

and with a sort of genius

for both strategic thinking and good PR,

he comes up with this idea
that they can turn the whole flank

of the attack by dragging ships
overland from the Bosporus

and then drop them back down
into the Golden Horn.

It's falling!

The 76 ships will be hauled

across a one-and-a-half mile stretch
of woods

above the Genoese colony of Galata.

Warfare is
about engineering, most of the time.

It's not about valiance
or it's not about bravery,

it's all about different techniques.

It was a stroke of genius.

Brilliant.

The success of Mehmed's audacious plan

hinges on secrecy
in a land riddled with spies.

Mehmed's plan to move his ships takes on
even greater urgency,

as rumors of a large incoming
Christian fleet from Venice reach camp,

along with hints of unrest
among his soldiers.

Forgive me, Sultan.
The guard told me you were due back.

Has the brazier gone cold
in your own tent, Pasha?

Candarli Halil is always welcome.

You wish to speak with me?

Yes, Sultan.

There are troubling rumors
circulating through camp.

What sort of rumors?

Reports of the Venetians sending
more ships and men imminently.

These reports you speak of,

who are they from?

Our spies in Constantinople have been
hearing rumblings of this for days now.

I see.

If true,

even word of this could be disastrous
for the morale of our troops

and our plans to take the city.

Are you still considering terms for truce?

I am considering options, Pasha.

I will inform you once
I've made my decision.

Forgive me, Sultan,
but we are in peril here.

Hence my endeavors.

You must trust me, teacher,

as I have always trusted you.

I should check on my men.

I want those ships in the Golden Horn now.

We need to move before word gets out.

In Constantinople,
the victory at sea

and rumors of a 40-ship Venetian fleet
sent by the pope

lift the city's spirits for a moment.

But many citizens have already fled,

knowing the battle is far from over.

Where are you going?

You thought I was going
to lay here all day,

watching you sleep like an angel?

Come back to bed.

We don't have to sleep.

Don't you have a war to fight?

Isn't there anything I can do
to convince you otherwise?

There is one thing.

You have only to name it.

Take me with you when you leave the city.

Have you been talking to your father?

Or that slippery bootlick, Notaras?

You'd do well to keep an eye on that one.

I'll tell you what I told them.

I don't intend to leave
until I see this siege through.

You can tell them I will honor my word.

I don't care what they say.

Take me from this city.

You're speaking of marriage?

-How would your father--
-I don't need a husband.

Just passage to Italy.

I will pay you.

Think about my offer.

In the hills above Galata,

Mehmed's daring plan
to bring more than 70 ships across land,

and drop them into the Golden Horn
is progressing.

The massive operation is dependent
upon complete secrecy.

Mehmed was very secretive,

and he used to say,

"If one hair in my beard

knew what I really think,

I would pull it out."

Everywhere they were surrounded by spies.

Anything Mehmed said in the council

was reported to the Romans.

Anything that the Romans decided
was reported to Mehmed immediately.

So there was a lot of that.

Galata, the Genoese
trading colony across the Golden Horn

from Constantinople,

sits just below Mehmed's planned route
for his ships,

and is a hotbed of spying.

A growing concern for the sultan.

The Genoese are merchant states.

They don't have a kind of dramatic
religious policy,

they don't have a kind of plan
except to get rich.

It's like, "We'll stay here,
behind our walls,

and we'll talk to Mehmed,
we'll talk to whoever we need to

but we'll say to Mehmed,
'don't worry, we won't interfere.'"

Genoese also had a little problem.

They supplied the Ottoman forces.

But at night, we're told,

they used to go and help Giustiniani
and the defense.

So they were trying
to play every possible side.

Sultan,

the Genoese Governor of Galata
is here to see you.

Lord Lomellini.

Thank you for coming.

I only have a few minutes,

as you can imagine
there is much to keep me busy these days.

Yes, of course, Sultan.

There is a matter which requires
the sort of confidence

which can only be had
between good neighbors.

Our humble little colony in Galata

has always been a friend
of the Ottoman people.

And of the Romans.

Perhaps.

But we simply seek to ply our trade
and make a living.

A neutral friend to all.

And?

We have repeatedly shown
our support of the sultan,

supplying grains and goods to your army,

and ships when asked.

We helped your father, rest his soul,

at the Battle of Varna,
when he needed to cross the straits.

If your spies...

were to see something
that I wished to remain unseen,

and if that was reported to the Romans,

that would make me very unhappy.

Hm.

You can be sure
I will not speak of anything.

If there were to be something
like you suggest.

But?

People from all parts of the world
come through our gates to trade,

with many different agendas.

The Genoese in Galata have trafficked
in information for centuries.

But discretion might be more profitable
in the coming weeks.

I will certainly try my best, Sultan.

You have my thanks, Lord Lomellini.

Wherever necessary, you instill respect.

Wherever necessary, you instill fear.

But you have an aim.

To reach that aim,
you do whatever is necessary

and that is a sign of genius.

Mehmed orders his cannons
fired directly over Galata,

at the ships moored in the Golden Horn.

The bombardment obscures
the sounds of his men

clearing the overland path
for the Ottoman ships...

and sends a clear message
to Governor Lomellini...

"You could be next!"

Hundreds of miles to the West,

trouble could be brewing for the Ottomans

in the form of their old adversaries,

the Hungarians and Serbs.

Still working?

Always, my dear.

Some warmth?

I saw General Stefan was here again.

He's been making frequent visits.

It's always good to keep
friendly relations with the Hungarians.

And what of Rome?

Rome will always drag its feet
when it comes to Orthodox Christians.

We are no friends of the pope.

Meaning?

What are you after, Mara?

Are you sending an army
to attack the Turks?

That is a matter I cannot discuss.

Do you not trust me?

I trust you.

But?

Some in the council feel your allegiance
is with the sultan.

And what about you?

These are complicated times, my dear.

It was quite possible,
if the siege took too long,

that the Hungarian king could come
with a major relieving force

then you would have been doomed.

If there's a Hungarian army
waiting at your side

and you are in a besieging position,

then your entire army
could be annihilated.

Attacking the Ottomans would be
a grave mistake.

Do not mistake youth for weakness.

If even a whisper of this gets to him,

you will have the Ottoman army
at the gates

and they will crush your army.

You mean our army?

Father, please,

I beg you to reconsider your plan
before it's too late.

You have always been wise
beyond your years.

Like your mother.

I fear now...

you are blinded by the sultan.

Mehmed is like a son to me.

Murad is dead,

and your time in Adrianople has passed.

Perhaps...

you should consider another marriage.

Certainly a suitable husband can be found.

Sultan, the Governor Lomellini
is here to see you.

Sultan Mehmed.

I did not mean to interrupt your meal,

but I come on urgent business.

Signore Lomellini.

You're kind, but I don't
intend to trouble you for long.

What could possibly be so urgent,
Angelo Pasha?

I'm here about our ships,

specifically the merchant ship
your cannons sank in the harbor today.

-I'm certain it was just an accident--
-Hm.

Yes, it went down very fast.

That was a Genoese trade ship from Galata.

It was loaded with cargo
worth 100,000 ducats.

But it was inside the chain,

was it not?

Yes.

My dear governor,

I was not aware there were friendly ships
still in the harbor.

You were warned before the siege
to move all your ships outside the chain.

It is our assumption that

all vessels still inside the Horn
are there with hostile intent,

including that of the pirate,

Giustiniani.

But, you're telling me those are yours?

-A misunderstanding.
-Good.

-It will be addressed at once.
-Good.

There's one other matter.

Yes?

Your new cannons,

they have been firing
directly over our city all day.

The constant firing overhead is...

unnerving.

My brother's wife went into labor
from the distress

and there's growing concern

that another errant shot
could hit a house or a school.

That would be terrible.

But we are in the middle of a battle.

Governor,

you're wise in all matters of business

so I have a proposal.

I will silence my cannons
in exchange for your silence.

But I already assured you I will try
to contain any speculation--

Let me show you something.

Once I take Constantinople,

we will be even closer neighbors.

I will build the new capital
for my empire there.

It will make Rome seem like
a small village.

For a trading colony like yourselves,
there will be plenty of business.

All I'm asking in the meantime is

you control your countrymen,
my dear friend.

Understood.

Good. Good.

Thank you for bringing your concerns
to me, Governor.

It would have been a tragedy

if one of our cannons mistakenly hit
your beautiful tower.

In the hills above Galata,

thousands of Ottoman soldiers

have nearly finished clearing the path
for the sultan's ships.

We need to think about the human labor

and effort involved in this exercise.

You need loads and loads of tallow,

so that's animal fat,

to help grease these various trees

that have been chopped down
to help roll the ships along.

The fact that
they then are able to take these ships

across from one body of water
into the other,

to surpass the Roman's trap,

it's a credit to some of the visionaries
in the Ottoman armed forces

to think
around a really practical solution

to a seemingly impassable problem.

They built that road for many days,

and they did it
behind the mountains of Pera

from a place where they couldn't see
from Constantinople or from Galata.

And they started transporting the ships
to the Golden Horn

in one night.

The Romans look out from their walls

and they're initially thinking,
"What's all this noise? What's going on?

What infernal machine is going
to come at us now?"

Once this roadway has been built,
greased and everything is ready to roll,

the ships are dragged up out of the water

with ropes with men and... and oxen.

And then they get to the top of this hill
and they just come sliding down

and they sploosh into the...
into the water of the Golden Horn.

Turkish ships are in the harbor!

Is it true?

The bastards are in the Horn.

How could this be?
Did they break through the chain?

They went around it.

Dear God.

If you're standing there
watching this happening

from the walls of Constantinople,
you must lose a bit of heart.

Everything we're trying,
they're clever enough to get around us.

Zaganos Pasha, move your artillery
from Galata to the harbor below.

Keep them in sight of the city
and have them ready to fire.

In the meantime, a salute for the emperor:

Fire all the cannons we have
on the land walls.

Yes, Sultan.

That's all I have!

Hey!

All of a sudden, these guys
that were over there are now over here

and they're also shooting at you
and unloading troops.

That must have been very terrifying.

Not only is it a strategically
useful thing to have done,

but it's one of those things
where everyone goes, you know,

"Oh, Mehmed really knows his business,"

you know, "That's a stroke of genius."

It's about morale.

Everyone's spirits are flagging
and suddenly this amazing event occurs

and the news of it spreads like wildfire
and everyone, you know,

the man's a genius,
you know, let's follow him.

Mehmed's gambit swings
the momentum of the siege.

The Romans are caught off guard,
and are now vulnerable.

We need to send soldiers
to the harbor walls.

Now.

Do it.

This is a severe blow because the Roman
defenses are stretched thin as it is.

They have less than 7,000
to patrol 14 miles of wall.

And now, suddenly,

because there's Turkish ships
inside the harbor,

that's an additional
three-and-a-half miles of sea walls

they have to defend which stretches
their limited resources even further.

But even worse, now,

even if a relief force arrives,

where are they gonna sail in?

Are you hurt?

No, no but there are many who are.

My lord, you must do something.

-I can take a message to your friend--
-Shh.

-It's too late, Ana.
-But the city is falling.

-Your Ottoman friend might--
-Shh. You must not speak of it again.

It's gone too far.

Anything now would be treason
on both our parts.

My lord...

It's out of my hands now.

Now clean your face,

attend to your duties and pray.

How did we not get word of this
from Galata?

This is open betrayal.

If they knew about it,

they would have told us.

If they knew about it?

You think they didn't notice

the Ottoman fleet passing over the hills
behind their city?

Why haven't they attacked us
from the harbor yet?

They have us pinned down on both sides.

If I were them,

I would wait,

slowly choke us...

then finish the job in one blow.

I see you've thought quite a bit
on how to end us.

We can't allow them to stay in the harbor.

They expecting us to hide
behind the walls in fear.

Which is exactly why we must attack now,

before they settle in.

Could we launch our ships against theirs?

We can turn this into an advantage.

Their ships are in the harbor, yes.

But they are also cornered.

You have seen our naval superiority
against them.

With one well planned ambush,

we can sink every ship they have.

I agree with Lord Giustiniani, Emperor.

If we wait, we give them what they want.

But if we catch them off guard,

we can end the naval threat.

Very well.

It's decided.

Prepare for an attack
as quickly as possible.

And burn every Turk on those ships.

No, please don't leave me!

Let me go!

Enough!

You're hurting my arm!

Let me go!

Let me go!

Bring her to me.

Let go of me I can walk!

Let me go, you're hurting--

What is your business here?

Yes,

the devil himself speaks Greek.

You're safe here.

And have nothing to worry about.

Unless you're a spy.

Mehmed comes across as
an extraordinarily complicated character.

He spoke many languages, he spoke Turkish,

he spoke Arabic, he spoke Persian,

he spoke Greek,
and he spoke a Slavic dialect.

He is fascinating
because he comes across as a warrior,

but he also could be generous
to foreigners.

What business have you here?

I have a message for someone.

A warning.

Who?

My master's friend.

I don't know his name.

And your master is?

Do you know the punishment for spying?

- Death.
- Yes.

It would be a slow and horrible death.

And it would give me no pleasure to exact.

God will be waiting.

What's your name?

Ana.

Ana...
What are you doing outside the city, Ana?

It's dangerous.

It's dangerous inside the city.

I heard you speak Turkish to my men.

My parents were Turkish.

They moved to Constantinople
to find a better life.

Surely they wouldn't approve of you
running through the woods at night?

They died when I was young.

The plague.

I see you're a Christian now.

I was brought up in an orphanage.

Nuns raised me.

So,

here we are,

two orphans,

caught in a war with no end in sight.

But you are the sultan, and I am a slave.

We are all the same in Allah's eyes.

Your Bible says,

"Rich and poor have this in common:

The Lord is the maker of them all."

You know the Bible?

Yes, I have studied it.

Mehmed was a very, very powerful sultan.

He was actually interested

in building something that was larger

than just an Ottoman and a Turkish empire.

Something that was multi-religious,

multi-ethnic,

and expansive.

You, Sultan, have the power to show
mercy before thousands more die.

I offered your emperor mercy and safety
for everyone inside the city walls,

but he refused. His vanity blinds him.

So the siege is for the benefit
of your people, Sultan?

Not for you own glory?

I think it's time you told me
about this "warning" of yours.

I just want to stop the bloodshed.

Then start with yourself,
I could spare you.

Your ships, in the harbor,

have shaken the emperor.

They will escalate things.

Things don't have to escalate.

Your navy is in danger.

The Italian mercenaries are gathering
on the sea walls.

They have a plan, and it will be deadly.

When?

I don't know when, but soon.

And why would I believe
a little Roman spy?

My only hope was that this news
would see you retreat, Sultan.

Spare yourselves, spare us all.

You think I should run?

After coming this far?

The emperor hits you
and you will hit back harder.

I fear it will go on like this
until no one is left.

No Muslims, no Christians,
no Romans, no Ottomans.

-Just death!
-I'm not interested in more death.

Yet here you are encamped outside
the city with thousands of soldiers!

The Romans' time is ending, little spy.

How brutally it ends is
in your emperor's hands.

Fetch me Zaganos Pasha immediately.

I will have my men confirm your story.
If you're lying to me--

If you must execute me for my crimes,
so be it.

But if you take the city,

I beg you,

be kind.

Be the ruler you say you will be.

In Constantinople,

a plan to ambush the Ottoman fleet

is led by Venetian naval officer,
Giacomo Coco.

The problems here come down

between the Genoese and Venetians.

An attempt was planned

and Coco was placed in charge of it,
Venetian,

to go burn the Turkish boats
that were in the harbor.

The Venetians planned this,
approved by the emperor,

then the Genoese find out about it

and they wanted to be part of it.

So the operation was postponed
for a number of days

so the Genoese could participate.

We can't keep delaying.
I don't understand the hold up!

An attack of this sort
must be thought out properly.

There is no room for haste.

One wrong move,

and it will be the end of all of us.

We don't need your advice.

You are simply here as a courtesy.

An unnecessary one if you ask me.

And how do you plan to get through
my harbor to the Ottoman ships?

If my night watch sees any ship moving
through the harbor,

they will have no choice
but to sound the alarms.

Now, please,

let us go over
the plans one more time, eh?

If there is anything
I need to know, tell me now.

What could there be to know, Lord?

I swear on my dead mother's grave,
if you betray us

I will cut you in half
and string your guts from Galata Tower.

Then it is just as well I am faithful.

After several delays,

the secret mission
to destroy the Ottoman fleet

is launched on the night
of April the 28th.

The saboteurs plan to use Greek Fire

to incinerate the 76 Ottoman ships
and sink them.

Greek Fire which is a kind of mixture
of inflammable material and pine resin.

If you were hit by this,

you were going to be burned alive
and there was no, no way out of it.

It is like medieval napalm.

You're a stubborn-assed
Genoese bastard, Giustiniani.

But you are a warrior.

I'd like to pay you
the same compliment, Coco,

but, unfortunately,
you are not Genoese.

God willing, we will end this tonight.

But, if I don't come back,

will you make sure that
my wife and daughters get this?

Godspeed, brother.

Ciao.

Ciao.

Coco and his men
set out upon the Golden Horn.

If they're able to destroy
the Ottoman fleet,

it could change the entire course
of the battle for Constantinople.

Prepare the Greek Fire.

Abort!

Abort!

Take cover!

No!

We have been betrayed.

History will reward your loyalty,
my friend.