It's over, Lorenzo! The House of Medici falls today! Lorenzo must be found.
He fled with the help of the artista Da Vinci.
Then he's alive.
Lorenzo's lost blood, he needs blood.
I'll give him some of mine.
Know what will happen if the Pazzis enter these walls? Death to the Medicis! Count Riario abandoned you to pursue some mysterious book.
Where is Da Vinci? Boarding a ship.
Tell me the name of the ship.
The Basilisk.
If Da Vinci reaches the Vault of Heaven, the Book Of Leaves is his to claim.
Leonardo will come for you.
Tragically not for you.
You have failed us, Da Vinci.
Because of you, the Book Of Leaves will be lost forever.
Stay back! What have you done to me? We cut open your veins and my arteries and created a vacuum, which allowed my own blood to replenish yours.
Do you mean to say your blood flows within me? I realize I'm not your ideal candidate for blood brother, but the procedure was too dangerous I couldn't let anyone risk it.
Where is Guiliano? Stay calm.
As our attempt to save you will be at risk if you don't.
I wasn't asking you, maestro! I was speaking to him! You've been through much, Magnifico.
Please.
Put down the knife.
Where is my brother? By your allegiance, Verrocchio, tell me now! Noble Giuliano fought bravely.
But was slain.
I'm sorry, my lord.
Take me home.
It won't be that simple.
The streets are perilous.
The officers of the night have been helpless to stop the mob from burning homes, looting shops.
You do have Medici support, but the Pazzis grow stronger by the hour.
And Urbino's forces stand outside the city, ready to invade.
I need to see my city.
Out the way for the Father within! Grab them! Haul them down! Go on, get hold of them! Argh! Aargh! Take everything he's got.
They're rebelling against all authority.
It's mine, give it to me! Give it to me, that is mine! Take it all! My family spent generations building up this republic.
And at the drop of a sword, the people devour each other like swine.
They need their leader.
I never wanted to lead.
It doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter what you want.
Fate made you a leader.
Accept your role or Florence is lost.
Florence is lost, Da Vinci.
And I have no reason to win it back.
I have no heir, no brother.
I have no future to offer the people.
My lord? Vanessa, is this wise? Perhaps you do have a future for Florence, my lord.
Giuliano's fire burns still within me.
I'm bearing his child.
Is this true? It is.
I must return to the palace.
Can you provide me with a sword? We will need a lot more than a sword.
You're brilliant, passing a hairpin through a kiss.
Dazzling! Leonardo said you're a master lock-pick.
Genius.
You, not him.
He's a fool for ever letting you go.
I have never been more fully erect.
Want to finish the job? Gladly.
Not that, the chains! Of course.
Don't you care for cured meats? Or are you so loyal to Da Vinci that you'll starve for him? Although, will you ever even see him again? He's rescuing Florence.
He's rescuing Lorenzo.
Lorenzo is Florence.
Lorenzo is a purse string.
Nico, you took the key to the Vault of Heaven from me, something Da Vinci himself could not manage.
And yet he chose to save Lorenzo over you.
I'd say you're undervalued.
As I was at your age.
Like me, you will learn your worth in time.
I'm not like you! If you think I'll help you find the Vault of Heaven, you're wrong, I'd die first! Nico.
The Widow's Tear has already shown us otherwise.
Proving my theory that it is better to be feared than loved.
Why are you keeping me alive? Because I like you.
Faithful citizens, we burn this effigy of the tyrant! Soon his wicked soul burns in hellfire! Burn! Death to the Medicis! Infernal Pazzis.
If we try to bring Lorenzo through this frenzy, Francesco's dogs will finish him off.
No longer will their vainglorious cabal of merchants dictate how all Florence shall live.
Can you make out a word that hypocritical windbag is saying? No, thank God.
Can you? No.
The just and pious Pazzi family But what if we could? What if the entire city could? His lies would spread like wood rot, until there wasn't a safe corner for Lorenzo in all of Florence.
But what if we could counter those lies? Do you have any brass in your studio? Yes, I'm using it for the Vitale commission.
Not any more.
All is secure, milady.
Do you have a family, Captain? A wife, a son a little girl.
Who protects them whilst you protect us? My wife has always understood my duty's to Florence, as hers is to our children.
I'll admit I sometimes envy the time she spends with them.
Don't envy us wives, Captain.
We pray more than priests, sleep less than watchmen and grow old before our time.
Waiting and worrying.
Signora? Signora? Signora? You have our condolences on this very black Easter Monday.
Identify yourselves now.
It's alright, Captain.
This is Signore Sassetti, the general manager of the Medici bank and Signore Portinari, who oversees the London branch.
If you'll excuse us, Captain.
The Captain will remain by my side.
Very well.
Rumors of your husband's death are spreading panic amongst our investors in Europe.
If we lose their confidence, the bank will collapse.
Tell them Lorenzo is alive.
If we could but see him? Any business you have with him you can submit to me in writing.
So the rumors are true? Lorenzo is dead? Captain, drag him somewhere to reflect on his loyalties.
I know this is difficult, but Signora, you must understand our responsibility is the fidelity of the bank.
Lorenzo's absence, however temporary, has created a void.
Perhaps it's prudent to appoint an interim head of the bank.
I suppose you think yourself the obvious candidate? Signore Portinari and I have the experience for the job.
But not the name.
We are speaking of the great Medici Bank, after all, and your name is not Medici.
Neither is yours, Signora Orsini.
Captain? Come, weevils, the lady is weary of your presence.
Come.
I thought you were leading me home.
I am.
Look at them.
It's hopeless.
No, you haven't read your Vitruvius.
What? Sound, it moves like ripples in water.
And when a ripple touches a soft surface, like bodies in a crowd or a wooden building, it's absorbed, as water is absorbed by a cloth.
Speak plainer, Da Vinci.
Look out across the piazza.
Do you see those shimmering plates of reflected moonlight? Yes.
Those are brass panels positioned according to my calculations, each held at precise angles by Verrocchio and his assistants.
When a sound ripple reaches a reflective service, it's deflected - under the right circumstances, amplified.
Acoustically speaking, this tower is the most strategic point in Florence.
You want me to make a speech? What does it matter? Francesco Pazzi is winning.
Only 'cause everyone thinks you're dead.
You have to tell the people that you haven't abandoned them.
Da Vinci? Da Vinci.
What's that bastard doing? Look, look! Up there.
Pull! Put your backs into it! Pull, for goodness sake! Quickly, damn it! If this doesn't work, the mob will pull them both to pieces.
Wait, out, out.
Out here.
That's it.
Good, good.
The stage is yours, Magnifico.
If this fails, they will throng my palace and slay my family! Face your city.
There.
See what they make of you.
Look to your people, Lorenzo.
You need to inspire them, to invite them to join you, to dare them to be as great as they are.
Citizens of Florence It's Lorenzo! I grieve with you tonight for the injuries inflicted on our noble city, on our families, and on my beloved brother, Giuliano Get him down from there! Go, move! I once embraced Francesco Pazzi and his family as my friends.
I thought them noble citizens of Florence.
But as I stand before you tonight, as our city is aflame, and my brother lies dead, I was naive, blind to their ambition, ignorant to the lengths they would go to see our city under Rome's thumb! He's a salesman a usurer.
Citizens, don't let him bedevil you.
Yet we have not fallen! In Florence, power has always been derived from the people, not from traitorous whispers in quiet, dark halls, not from individuals not from conspirators.
And so, as it should be, I put the fate of our republic in your hands.
Do with me as you please.
For whatever you command, I will perform it willingly.
This is not good.
For tonight, as always you are my friends my protectors my brothers.
Do you think they heard me? Palle! Palle! Palle! The Medici rallying cry.
I'd say they did.
Palle! Palle! Palle! Palle! Francesco, let's go! Palle! Palle! Now, Dragonetti.
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