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Hmm. Turn.

How long must I look at it?

The longer you look, the more the child
will be imbued with Leonardo's virtue,

brilliance, bravery, handsomeness.

Can I blink, though?

I'm sure the blinking
won't affect the outcome.

Relief.

Ugh.

Oh, the smell of pork
will make me puke.

The smell of pork will make her puke.

If you can go get some porridge
with raisins and some cinnamon, please?

Right away.

I could help you.

And make it with love.

What happens if the mother
looks at somebody unattractive?

Well, obviously the child
would be unattractive.

Better stay clear
of Signore Tindaro, then.

Some of us are trying to read.

No, I wasn't done.

Sorry, my love.

- You should follow my eyes.
- I'm trying, but they dart a lot.

Voices down, please.

Everyone knows the baby's ears
are the first thing to grow.

May I be excused to the gardens

where I can speak freely and loudly
as I am wont to do?

We should be together
to encourage camaraderie in the babe.

Or would you prefer to be in Firenze?

I'm sure the corpses wouldn't request
any adjustments to your volume.

Please curve your arm around the book
so you don't block the page.

Sure.
I'll just turn my elbows into circles.

Uh, the viscontessa has asked for quiet.

It really is a small request.

Your incompetence has aroused my nausea.

Go to the one with whom we no longer speak
and procure me a stomach tonic.

Pear-flavored.

Or if... Honey... honey, if he doesn't
have it. But anything but apricot.

Please, not apricot.

Uh, pear-flavored tonic
for the Signore Tindaro.

Filomena, wait.

Spare me a moment for an explanation?

For someone like you,
I have no moments to spare.

My exile is quite lonely.

No talking to the quack.
Just bring me the medicine!

It could be more poison.

Hey!

That's enough.

What do you want?

Oh, I just came to check on you
and the little one,

and to see if you or he or she
needed anything.

What he needs is none of your business.

Forgive me, Padrona,
but it is my business.

Any child of Leonardo's
would be almost like a child to me,

especially that one.

That's just not true at all.

There'd be no relation whatsoever.

Now, please go away,
and stop your gravelly overtures.

You're blocking my view of my husband.

Darling, I thought we said
no more mourning clothes.

I picked out
that nice lavender tunic for you.

There's beads and... color.

- I am not done with my penance.
- But you committed no sin.

But I would have committed the sin of lust

if God had not removed
the temptation from my path.

We're still doing the rhubarb?

The herb is the only remedy
for my relentless lust.

You have been far too gentle with me,

and I with myself,

except in one area of the body,

which requires increasing force.

- Oh God.
- Do not use his name in vain!

Sorry.

More rhubarb.

Word of advice, rhubarb won't cure lust.

I recommend intercourse with your husband.

Quiet, snake.

You no longer have power over me.

I'm the snake?

You do realize that Panfilo paid me
to rescue you, right?

What?

There was no message from God.
Your husband set the whole thing up.

Who's the snake now?

What was that? Someone's here?

Bandits?

Bandits wouldn't announce their arrival.
Wouldn't be very strategic of them.

Unless, of course,

they studied the Romans' approach
at the Battle of Pydna.

Then it would be quite strategic.

We've underestimated our opponents!

Welcome!

- Took him long enough.
- He's worth the wait.

Pampinea's reign will soon come to an end.

And he has amazing hair.

Villa Santa's oldest friend.
Welcome.

Oh, you are a welcome sight, Padrone.

A welcome sight.
I was worried you didn't get my letter.

Ah! Yes. Ruggiero, this is
one of Leonardo's esteemed guests.

- This is Panfilo of the House...
- Just call me Panfilo.

Welcome. Sirisco here
speaks very highly of you.

Pleasure to meet you.
These are my friends,

Bruno, Lorenzo, Stecchi,

and the Bard,
whose name I can't quite recall.

- It's Giovanni.
- Where is the old pervert anyways?

We have some unfortunate news
about Leonardo...

- He's not here.
- I beg your pardon?

Buying glass in Venezia.

He was remodeling the chapel.

It was all very Pope Gregory
in there, you know.

So I'm invited to his home,
but he leaves before I arrive?

Yes.

Well, I guess we'll have to drink him dry
to teach him a lesson, the scoundrel.

Yes, yes.

Ah! Villa Santa!

Come, please.

- Ah. Signore.
- Signore.

These are Leonardo's other guests.

Everyone, this is Ruggiero,
first cousin of Leonardo,

and the newest guest at Villa Santa.

All these beautiful, kissable faces.
Why so dour?

The unending horror of the pestilence
has got everybody feeling a bit gloomy.

Gloomy? You're alive, young, beautiful,
and you're at Villa Santa!

You should be celebrating.

- Sirisco, we need a drink.
- Ah, yes.

I couldn't agree more. And me as well.

Go.

You're Leonardo's cousin?

Well, let's just say
our fathers were brothers,

so take from that what you will.

So, uh, cousins?

What a delightful surprise.

I am Pampinea, Leonardo's wife.

- It is an hon...
- Did you say "wife"?

I did. Leonardo and I married
less than a month ago.

No, I don't believe it.

Well, you should,
because it's definitely true.

Leonardo settled down.

- I never thought I'd see the day.
- Aw.

I suppose the pestilence
has cast a strange spell on us all.

Mmm.

Perhaps it made him consider his legacy?

Oh, indeed. Indeed.

And he will have a legacy yet,

as I am presently carrying his child.

Well, congratulations.

That is spectacular news!

And who is this lovely thing

all dressed in black
like she's mourning the world?

We've no time to mourn, my love.

I wear black because I am a sinner.

Well, I've committed
a sin or two myself, to be honest.

Stay back, you lusty bird.

He just wandered in off the street.

He might have brought the pestilence
with him.

I assure you,
we're all quite healthy and robust.

Why should we trust you?

Can someone with the pestilence do this?

Hey!

- Now, who the hell are the rest of you?
- I'm Mis...

I'm the great Tindaro
of the House of Marchese Peralto.

And, uh, who's the lovely lady?

Hmm? Oh.

Uh, this is my fiancée, Filomena.
Pay no mind to her.

She can hide behind the tapestry
if she's bothering you.

Well, now that I've laid my eyes on her,
I never want to stop.

Filomena, was it?

- Yes...
- Yes, yes.

My father, Eduardo,
was a cousin of Leonardo's as well.

Eduardo?

So you're family.

Well, I hereby promise
not to sleep with you.

Oh.

Sirisco!

Unseal the good salami
and your finest spirits.

Tonight shall be one to remember.

- Yeah!
- A feast!

Oh!

A feast is a fabulous idea.
I can't believe I didn't think of that.

You are so smart.

Sirisco!

Stratilia!

Prepare a feast for our guests at once!

Come, friends!
Let us live while the world still turns,

enjoy ourselves in every moment,

for as we have seen,
there might be precious few left indeed.

Bard, play!

Friends, come.

- Misia!
- Oi! Where's the wine?

Where's the wine, old man?

Stop it.

- Fool! You did this.
- Yes.

- You're welcome in advance.
- Ruggiero, of all people?

He is just what we need.

I think you've forgotten

that our wee little peasant lives
are on the line.

Have you forgotten that our wee
little peasant lives are on the line? Hmm?

No. I have a great memory.

God, what is taking you two so long?
I need these onions chopped now.

Uh, watch your tone, cook,
or Misia will talk to Pampinea about you.

Yeah. You're lucky we're even helping you
with the cooking at all.

You know, somehow, I don't feel so lucky.

Well, you are.

Jesus Christ, no.

First its feet, then its head,
then slit its belly till it's dead. Okay?

Hmm.

- Barbaric.
- You should see me cut a cucumber.

I don't know how I would've survived
my time here without you.

Neither do I.

You are easily the most untalented

and ill-tempered servant
I've ever encountered.

That's correct.

You're lucky that Signora Filomena
is such a forgiving woman.

If I hear one more person
call her by the name Filomena,

I will suck my head down my neck
and roll around like a giant ball.

Pardon? What?

Wanna hear something bizarre?

- Always.
- Always.

- Follow me. Come on.
- I'm gonna... I'll be back. I'm sorry.

It's okay. It's okay. No, it's fine.

And I'm the king of Sardinia,

and I have a long tail
that I use as a chair.

No, you... you said it yourself.
I have none of the skills of a servant.

I am and always have been a lady.

Licisca is a fraud.

- What you're saying can't be true.
- Why not?

Because a servant
pretending to be her lady is a...

It's a crime against God.

No, no, no, no, no.

No, this is... This is bad.

- This is very bad!
- Wha...

Why did you tell me this?
Why would you tell me this?

- Why would...
- Because we are friends.

And I need your help.

Pampinea can already sense
my natural superiority.

With your support,
we'll get her to accept me for who I am,

and we'll send Licisca
crawling back to Firenze.

No, you can't do that.
The lady is very fragile.

And she's very unpredictable.

And besides, she will never believe you.

And you're not her friend,
you're her servant.

I am nobody's servant.

I am a lady, and I've made up my mind.

Licisca, please...

My name is Filomena.

So Leonardo,
he's sitting there on the bench, right?

He's been drunk for, like, ten days or so.

And then this woman,
she's breastfeeding her baby.

That's when Leonardo
turns to the baby and goes,

"Hey, kid, can I get a turn?"

Yes, yes, my husband has a wonderfully
provocative sense of humor.

One of his many gifts.

It's such a shame
he couldn't be here.

A shame indeed.

You're quite the storyteller.

Tell us, where did
your little group all meet?

Well, I kept seeing them
in every brothel I went to.

Yeah.

We were impressed
by the old man's stamina.

Well, what can I say?

I love making love, and I do it often...

Yes!

...and very well.

Yeah, and the Bard was someone we hired.

Music keeps the spirits high
in these trying times.

They won't let me leave.

Remind me, good sir, how is it
you've come to know my cousin?

Uh...

Technically, I'm a cousin as well.

Thrice removed on my mother's side.

Our families have owned adjacent estates
in Toscana for centuries.

I thought the name sounded familiar.

You're Panfilo of the House of Lungarno.

No wonder you're hiding out here.

Your family's become the talk of the city,
what with their losing everything

and being in debt
to so many powerful people.

I know a lot of people in Firenze

who would love to see
Lungarno heads on spikes.

Are you saying Lungarno...

...with a hard "G"?

Different family.
We're a soft "G" off the end.

No, you aren't.

He's lying.

My husband's a liar,
in case you haven't figured that out yet.

Fascinating.

I think you've had enough, dear.

I don't think I have, dear.

Ah! There we go.

Make sure everyone has a taste.

If this is Leonardo's house ale,
it's an unmatched flavor.

Grazie.

What about you, doctor? Some ale?

Friend, I'd love some.

No. No.
He... he... he... he isn't having anything.

That's no way to treat a man

who worked so diligently
to keep you from catching plague.

That man also poisoned me.

I can't imagine why.

Dioneo, return to your quarters at once.

Oh, I think he'll stay, actually.

What do you think, Lorenzo?

The doctor stays!

The doctor stays!

I...

Very well!

Enjoy being poisoned!

Come, Filomena. We're leaving.

- I think I'll stay too, actually.
- Of course you will.

You're family, after all.

What is this? The ninth circle of Hell?

That's the one for betrayals.

Something's wrong.

I can't... My heart, my heart.

I think you've broken the man.

- Oh don't!
- Doctor!

- He looks like he's going to cry!
- Doctor, please.

Doctor, please.

- Isn't it funny?
- Thank you.

To Leonardo.

To Leonardo!

To Leonardo!

Now, gentlemen...

...this is all dreadfully fun, of course,

but in this house,
I ask that we live by the law of civility.

For without it, we are mere beasts.

Apologies, viscontessa.

You're right to condemn our beastliness.

But I must say,

Leonardo is remarkably lucky

to have won a woman with such virtue,

after living a life
of such utter depravity.

I once spent a few days
with Leonardo in Pisa,

and in the space of three nights,

I saw, or heard, the man make congress
with a dozen women!

But most of them were whores,
and a lot of it was group stuff,

but still, that's quite a high number
for such an ugly chap.

I can still remember his puffing face
as he tried to make 13.

Yes, men are quite wild in their youth.

But I can assure you, since I've known him
he has been a beacon of virtue.

No doubt. He's very loyal, viscontessa.

But I'm not surprised
he went off to buy glass

the moment your marriage was consummated.

You see, viscontessa,

Leonardo, he loves glass.

Apologies, gentlemen.

I'm suddenly feeling unwell.

If you'll excuse me.

Bard! A song to untangle this mood!

♪ There once was a big band of fellows ♪

♪ Who captured a bard from Civello ♪

♪ Then those at the villa
Fought off the big killer ♪

♪ And saved the bard
Please, God, I beg you ♪

♪ I'll work the fields ♪

Please, help me.

Hear, hear.

Help me.

Don't take it to heart, viscontessa.

He's... he's a hedge-born cretin.
He isn't fit to be in your presence.

A dozen whores? From Pisa?

Have you ever seen a Pisan woman?
Their arms are covered in hair.

None of it is true.
That jackal will say anything for a laugh.

Yeah, he was just trying to rattle you.

He's no doubt intimidated by your virtue.

- Really?
- Yes.

He is a scared little boy

who needs to frighten someone
in order to feel like a man.

Don't let him bully you.
Remember, you are the lady of this house.

Oh.

Thank you, Licisca.

I don't know what I'd do without you.

Viscontessa, there is something that
I would like to discuss with you if, um...

It's really a private matter.

Misia?

Mm-hmm.

Some privacy, please.

So devoted, as a barnacle to a ship.

Misia!

Huh?

You want me all the way out there?

You were saying.

That's pretty.

Yeah.

It belonged to my mother.

Do you remember the night I got here?

I spoke the truth.

I was not a servant
until the day I arrived at Villa Santa.

My handmaiden, Licisca,

viciously attacked me
and left me in a river to die.

I survived her attack,

but by the time I had gotten here,

she had bewitched you all
into believing that she was the lady.

I mean, I was so terrified of spending
another moment outside alone,

I agreed to play along.

But I am the Lady Filomena.

I was born the noble daughter
of Eduardo of Firenze.

So I ask you,
as a friend and fellow noblewoman,

to help me break Licisca's evil spell

and restore me back to my rightful place.

Misia!

Help me!

Oh, Misia. Oh, the child is having a fit.

Oh no. Oh no, no, no, no, no.
Something must have upset him.

There, there, Padrona.

♪ The tulip and the apple tree ♪

♪ Were peaceful in the meadow ♪

♪ Then up from yonder mulberry bush ♪

♪ There flew a little sparrow... ♪

I...

The lady needs quiet now, okay?

♪ The tulip and the apple tree... ♪

Oh, thank you, Misia.
I feel quite restored.

I'm ready to go back in now.

Stupid...

Padrone Tindaro, are you all right?

Those steps are not properly illuminated.

Somebody needs to install
a sconce at once.

It sounded like a bridge collapsing.

Please don't comment
on my ponderously leaden fall.

I already feel bad.

I'm very ill!

I need you to make me a tonic
for my vertigo immediately.

This is a kitchen, not an apothecary.

You must have something.

Use your peasant knowledge.

How do poor people make tonics?

We squeeze garlic
into magic peasant juice.

If you think that it'll help,
then... I'll try it.

But can you add some flavoring?
I once ate a whole raw garlic by accident

and I didn't enjoy it.

Squeeze!

I feel another wave
of dizziness coming on.

Perhaps in the absence of your doctor,

you should seek the comfort
of your betrothed.

She's the worst of them all.

You should have seen the way
she laughed at me, egging those men on.

I gave her my heart,
and she stomped on it.

She's evil,
just like the rest of you women.

God's most detestable mistake.

He cursed the world
the day he made your lot.

Oh God, here comes more spinning.

Oh merciful Lord,

why must you torture me so?

Why have you chosen me
for this life of pain and humiliation?

- Such unfairness.
- Oh my God!

Your life is unfair?

You've never wanted for anything

except the affections
of anyone, any person,

since spending time with you

is exhaustively innervating
and boring all at once.

Being near you is hell.

No wonder Dioneo poisoned you.

I don't like you speaking. Please don't.

You'd like to choose who can speak?
What gives you that authority?

I have many advanced degrees.

How dare you speak to me like this?

Apologize at once!

Or what?

What are you gonna do, huh?

That's right.

You'll do nothing.

Because you're just a scared,

pathetic little boy.

You think women ruin your view

when your eyes are fixed crosswise
on the end of your nose?

You're not even a man.

You're a coward.

You're a worm.

I should do us all a favor and squash you

like the cowardly little worm
that you are.

You disgust me.

You're right. I am a worm.

A disgusting little worm.

Silence!

Drink!

Are we okay, viscontessa?

We're okay.

I don't know what you want.

Watch, friends.

- What?
- Friends.

I'm sorry, the lady can be quite fickle.

Don't.

Well, can I tell you something
that might cheer you up?

I put vinegar in Licisca's cup.

- Friends.
- What?

Friends.

Close.

Nostril. Aim for the nostril.

Get up!

Get up!

- Magnifico!
- I'm still here.

Yay!

Everyone, I have an announcement.

You call that an announcement?

Yay!

Bruno!

Okay, no, I...

Friends, I actually have an announcement.
I actually have something to say.

Huh?

Yeah!

Family!

I have an announcement.

I hate my husband!

Yeah!

I love this villa!

Yeah!

I have an announcement.
I have an announcement.

It's rather late, isn't it?

Yes.

Yeah, how quickly time passes
amongst joyful compatriots.

Perhaps we should...

...settle in for the night.

I have an announcement.

No.

I side with the handsome doctor.

Bard, a saltarello!

Let's dance while we're still alive,

and while my hips feel so loose.

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Faster now.

Faster, faster.

Yes!

Let's take this celebration elsewhere.

Sirisco, to Leonardo's parlor at once.

Parlor? The villa has no parlor.

Yes, the villa has no parlor.

Oh, it has a parlor.

Come, friends, come.

- Come.
- Way!

This way.

Hey!

Leonardo doesn't want guests
coming in here,

but seeing as though it's you, Ruggiero,
we'll make an exception.

Of course.

Oh, naughty.

Yes.

Oh, Leonardo.

A bit generous with the size
of that fig leaf if you ask me.

Yeah, you'd know better than I.

What is this?

Uh...

You're not familiar?

Well, that's a shame.

Panfilo, you owe her one.

No, I mean...

this.

Oh, this room?

Well, this is the pearl of Villa Santa,
Leonardo's parlor.

You said
you're a sinner, correct?

Well, if you're really into sinning,

you could do a lot of that in here.

Ladies, gentlemen, refill your cups.

It's time for a game.

- Hey.
- What... what sort of game?

- Passatella.
- Passatella.

Passatella! Passatella!

Passatella! Passatella!

Just a tiny bit.

I hope I'm on the big one's team.

Wait, please.

I know that you must think of me.

What.

Uh, I mean,
I know what you must think of me.

And for weeks I've been wanting...

Trying to... to tell you that you're wrong.

That my actions were justified.

I'm a true gentleman
and a brilliant doctor.

But the truth is...

Truth is, I'm a charlatan.

But I want to be a better man.

Truly I do. So I can be worthy of you.

Promise me that when we're both in Hell,

you'll come find me.

Looks like fun, doesn't it?

I suppose.

But imagine
being free like that.

Living without shame or fear of sin.

Why can't we?

Live in sin?

Live freely.

Men do. They get on just fine
behaving like animals.

It's classic.

Perhaps I'd like to be an animal.

Perhaps I would too.

Yeah.

To living freely.

- Having fun?
- No, I'm not having fun.

I demand you make these brutes
leave at once.

Forgive me,
that would be rude to our guests.

Leonardo did invite them here, after all.

And I find them fun...

in a frightening sort of way.

I don't care how you find them.

The lady of the house
has given you a command.

You are compelled to follow it.

If you're so all-powerful,
tell them yourself.

How dare you?

You useless, insubordinate ape!

Useless, am I?

I suppose I was much more useful

when I was making you scream every night.

Okay. Oh, this is nice.

Yes,
but I hope you threw the dice.

Oh, someone's getting lucky!

Ruggiero!

Okay, now, this is how...

- Everything all right?
- No. No.

Everything bad.

I've had enough of her.
It is time for Ruggiero to know the truth.

About that, I've been thinking.

Perhaps he isn't the solution
we'd envisioned.

He may be a bit too reckless
for our purposes, no?

Pampinea is a madwoman. She is mad.

As long as she is steering the boat,
we are doomed.

But that devil and his four horsemen

will devour all of our resources
in a matter of days.

They'll burn your villa to the ground
for the thrill of it.

It's unfortunate,
but Pampinea is the lesser evil.

She is destroying the villa.
She is destroying me.

I understand you have
personal feelings on the matter,

but I fear they may be fogging
your already limited judgment.

I must insist you leave the machinations
to someone more clever and clear-sighted.

I'll handle this.

You're right, Padrone.

You are more clever than me.

Than I.

Bravo, Neifile.

Well, that settles it, then.

I'm Padrone. Neifile is sotto-Padrone.

Everyone will ask us permission to drink.

If we agree, they may.

If we deny their request,
we must provide a reason.

Which part of that is fun?

You'll see. Come on in.
Why don't we start with you?

Ask us permission to drink.

Uh...

May I drink?

I'll leave it
to your pious wife to decide.

Like I said, he's a liar.

Hmm.

He paid a man to trick me
into thinking God loved me.

- Hmm.
- What kind of husband does that?

But God teaches us to love the sinner...

- Mm-hmm.
- ...and hate the sin.

So...

drink, poor sinner.

Drink, poor sinner.

Sinner! Sinner! Sinner!

Sinner! Sinner! Sinner!

Sinner! Sinner! Sinner! Sinner! Sinner!

May I drink, Padrone?

Oh no, no, no, no.
It's better for the carpet if you don't.

Yeah. I'd say so.

You're hardly the picture of strength.

Funny, 'cause your sister
always says different.

- What'd you say about my sister?
- Your sister thinks I'm quite strong.

She enjoys my strength, and I... hers.

Oh no.

My mother gave me that nose.

- You don't want none of this, brother.
- Come on, Daddy.

Calm down.

Oh my God.

Help me.

He's dead.

Oh...

Don't be sad, friends.

He died happy,

playing music.

That's much swifter
and less pus-filled than the plague.

I assure you, he got out lucky!

It's no use.

They were boring to begin with,
and now they hate us.

- The mood is soiled.
- Yeah.

Didn't we send for some whores?

That's right, we did. Yeah.

I suppose they should be here
any minute now.

Though they're new to the villa,

and wouldn't know how to ingress
through the whore door.

The "whore door"?

Oh, it used to be a secret exit.

Nowadays, it's mostly used for entrances.

Wow.

Uh...

That's enough!

Ruggiero, you must go!

I'm sorry?

Finally, an apology.

But it comes too late.

You are no longer welcome in this house.

You must leave at once.

Oh, but we have no intention of leaving.

We've got whores coming.
We wouldn't wanna be rude.

Get out!

No wonder old Leo's staying away.

He's probably realized
what a huge mistake he's made

marrying a controlling, uptight crone.

Silence, you hound!

The lady of the house has asked you
to leave, and leave you will!

Oh, a hound, am I?

Well, that's very ironic
coming from a clingy little bitch.

You foul-smelling, old, wrinkly churl.

You leave this house
and find somewhere else to leech.

Lorenzo, this mouthy servant girl
has hurt my feelings.

What should we do with her?

Teach her some manners.

Oh yes, that's right.
We should teach her some manners.

Misia! Misia!

No! Get off of me! Misia!

Help! Get off of me!

No!

Don't hold back now, Lorenzo.
Now teach her some lessons.

- Pampinea! Help!
- Teach her some manners.

Unhand her! Unhand her! She's a lady!

Unhand her!

- Oh, the bitch has gone mad.
- I'm not mad.

I'm not mad!

She is Signora Filomena,

of the House of Eduardo,
Leonardo's cousin.

She's your family.

I am her handmaiden, Licisca.

It's the truth, I swear it.

We... we... we traveled together,
but then there was an accident.

Um,

I... I... I thought her dead.

And then, when I arrived here I...

I claimed her name.

But it's all lies.

I am... just Licisca,

her servant and handmaiden.

And she is the Signora Filomena,
and she must be treated as such.

Well, that's quite a tale.

Every word of it is true.

Now put me down, you beast!

Lorenzo, put her down.

Put her down.

If what they say is true,
then she's blood.

Oh, what a fascinating
little assemblage this is.

Liars, impostors,

poisoners, flatterers.

A gang of miscreants hiding out
in my cousin's house in his absence.

And where on God's Earth is the man?

You're right. Leonardo isn't buying glass.

He's visiting the deathbed of one
of his most beloved Venetian whores.

A woman by the name of...

Belfiore.

Just after inviting you here,
he received word that she'd fallen ill,

and he left at once to see her.

Sirisco told me everything, and...

And we lied in an effort
to keep it from his wife.

As you can see, she's been
rather emotional since becoming pregnant.

I'm sorry, viscontessa.

Belfiore, you say?

She must be new.

Well, what to do with these two?

I suggest exile.

They're impostors, as you said.

It's dangerous to share a roof
with changelings.

I wholeheartedly agree.

Their treachery has made a mockery of us.

No. It was all her fault.

You lied to us for weeks, both of you.

You can never be trusted again.

Well, one of them is family...

though I'm no longer sure which one.

I will spare your lives,

but you leave the grounds at once.

If you return, however,
we will have no choice but to kill you.

Off you go.

Come on.

Out.

Out. Get out.

- Get out.
- No.

- No.
- You hear the man?

Get out.

Well, glad we got that sorted out.

Ruggiero! Ruggiero!

Don't listen to Pampinea. She's a liar.

And I've got the proof right here.

She never married Leonardo.
She never even met him.

He was dead of the plague
before anyone arrived.

- Leonardo...
- No.

The child she carries
is not Leonardo's.

She has no claim to this villa whatsoever.

That's why we invited you here.

The villa is yours.
You are the next in line.

So I bid you,
claim it and rid us of her insanity!

You...

cut my cousin's head off?

No... no it fell off.

I... I intended to bring the whole body,
but he was very difficult to lift.

And in the process,
his head fell off and I...

I thought, silver lining.
It's portable and effective. That's what...

Out of the villa.

What?

God Girl can stay if she wants.

The doctor too.

Get rid of the rest.

And if they refuse to leave,

kill them all.

Time to go, pip-pip.

Go on, move. Pampinea, move.

Move.

Out!

Misia!

I came like a dragon.

Never speak of this, worm.

Out!

What's the meaning of this?
Have they come to watch?

- Keep quiet and walk.
- What?

- Walk.
- Why?

- Move!
- Oh Jesus!

- Move!
- Come on.

- Fast.
- Be careful.

We need to be careful. Be careful.

- For the meadows!
- Help me!

Help me, I'm very badly hurt. Ouch!

Who are those people?

Oh good. The whores are here.

Hi!

Are you whores?

And you're going through my front door?

Yeah.

Come on, get inside.

Stay warm, babies.

Come on, God Girl.

Neifile, what are you doing?

Now what?

♪ He sewed his eyes shut ♪

♪ Because he is afraid to see ♪

♪ He tries to tell me ♪

♪ What I put inside of me ♪

♪ He got the answers ♪

♪ To ease my curiosity ♪

♪ He dreamed a god up ♪

♪ And called it Christianity ♪

♪ God is dead ♪

♪ And no one cares ♪

♪ If there is a hell ♪

♪ I'll see you there ♪