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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!

Well, then our proposal
is timely indeed.

End the House of Medici

- before I end you.
- Oh!

Persons caught roaming
the streets after curfew

get put in my little book.

Anyone who breaks curfew
even 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, he would make
a fine husband for Camilla.

- The key.
- It's waiting in Rome.

Your mother, she's alive.

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 he only gets stiff
for the stiff.

You might be right.

He's on the move.

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

- I mean, if he sees us...
- He won't.

Leo, while I'm not about to piss
down my leg,

I have to side with Nico.

I know the Abyssinian claimed
the other key's here somewhere,

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 gonna liberate it

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

the Vatican's Secret Archives.

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.

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

Tight as a nun on Good Friday.

We've examined
every entrance, exit,

window, tunnel,
hole in the bloody wall.

Getting into the Vatican
without getting caught is impossible.

You do realize that "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.

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

you have nothing to fear.

As Jews, we are
beneath their 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's walls?

If I can just devise a way
to reach the tower--

Leo, listen.
Just listen to me.

It's a prison, okay?

I mean, did you enjoy your time
in the Bargello that much

that you're homesick
for iron bars?

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

And they will pay
for their folly.

I'll see you in services.
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.

Ahem.

You've 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, yes, 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.

Oh, 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

for 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...

but Clarice was looking out for you
on this one, Giuliano.

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

Oh, we thought that
if the Pazzis turned us down,

we wouldn't have
to burden you with it.

That's easier to say
from the seat of the bidder

rather than the bidded upon.

Do you honestly believe
that 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.

Jesus Chri--

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

that 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?

Inn:

Without love,
there is no point in living.

Hey, hey!

Rouse yourselves.
Rouse yourselves.

I've discovered
our way into the Vatican.

Oh, 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 of Rome were built
on the principles of Vitruvius, yes?

They're 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.

Well, now I know
you're besotted.

- You won't fit inside there.
- Of course not!

But we can construct a device
of similar properties.

Um, look at these sketches.

Here. Here. Look.

Look.

It's a diving dress.

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

- Ah.
- You see?

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 to construct it.

- There. Yeah!
- "Pigskin, glass,

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 a signal to stop.

Leo, are you sure of this contraption?
We haven't even 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?

I mean, you could climb up
into a brigade of guards.

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,

just make your way back
to Florence without me.

Sundown?

Honestly, what could take so long?

Hey, bell time.

- Hmm?
- Bell.

Another!

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

Well, 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, scabs.

Dragonetti's wolves will be here
for a roundup soon.

It's time to find your beds.

You, too...

Your Grace.

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.

Strange noise.
Did you hear that?

Zo, Zo.

Quick.

Is it down there?

No, come on.

Zo.

Come on.

I boiled you some quinto quarto
for your hangover.

It works wonders.

Mm, 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.

And 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 just 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.

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.

- Hmm.
- 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.

Signor?

Signor de Medici?

Who's there?

Signor de Medici
requested these lists.

Dragonetti finally produced
the index of symbols?

I had to invade his office
without his knowledge, but...

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 easily have been
visiting relatives.

Though she could just as easily
have traveled to Rome

and alerted them of
our new war engineer.

That's impossible.

- She's-- she's a woman.
- Exactly.

Her liaisons with my brother
creates an unquestionable 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 Giovanni 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.

Ah...

and here's our final savior.

Gentlemen.

- 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.

Well, this palace was designed
by Nivolo Speziali, no?

And his structures
are historically rife

with hidden doorways and...

tunnels and...

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 do I 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're 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...

Nazareno 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...

Well, it's-- it's long past.

That is how
the Medicis will die.

Quickly.

Stand with us or...

not at all.

Vicolo della Manna.

The home of Lucrezia's aunt,
Anna Donati.

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?

Why, 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
than 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.

Would 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.

So, what now, Signor?

If she has nothing to hide,

she'll take the well-traveled road
through Poggibonsi.

But if she conspires against us,

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

So 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
and I've been missed.

Or perhaps your own business
in Rome has gone bad.

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

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.

The 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?

All 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, my...

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

That's far from its only mystery.

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.
- Holy 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.

Get him!

Go!

Nico!

Come back here,
you spongy pignut.

Your master returns.

Nico!

Leo.

Come here.

You are completely mad.

Oh, fuck.

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!
- Go, go!

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.

Oh, fuck.

Move away.

Ah!

Oh.

God! Fuck!

Do you know who I am?

Young Nico.

L-- I see our first encounter

left your hand shaking.

I'll steady it in your heart.

Will you?

Well, 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, um...

possesses a peculiar saltiness.

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

Wouldn't reveal anything
even if he did.

Yes, he will.

Yes, 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?

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.

It's the second key.

Okay.

Shit.

Ah!

Okay, okay.

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.

It is far more than a gift.

Do you love my daughter?

Do you love my Lucrezia, Leonardo?

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--

She keeps your imprisonment 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...

Oh, my--

This is in a woman's hand.

How could I 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 others' cruel manipulations.

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

Not her.

Come on, get out!

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 underst--

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.

I'm afraid-- 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.

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, um...

I plan to return the favor soon

and take the one
most dearest to you.

Maestro, should we just leave him?

To be haunted
by your mistakes, Nico...

that's a fate far worse than death.

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!

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.

Take off the mask.

No!

Oh, look who has all her fingers.

No!

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.

- No!
- That's for fighting us.

Oh!

No!

First, let's give her
something to remember.

Halt! Stand down!

This doesn't concern you.
Ride on.

I am Giuliano de Medici,

brother to His Magnificence,
Lorenzo of Florence,

and 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?

Signor!

Bertino!

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.

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?

No.

Let's return to him,
see how he feels about all of 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?

Shh.

Shh.