There's a girl, Sophia. She has the page.
She's your sister.
Our mother, she wanted us to find one another.
Girolamo: Lorenzo de Medici.
I am not here to kill, but to confess.
I took Clarice's life.
(grunts)
Riario will only hang if they find him guilty.
He is guilty.
Lorenzo: He deserves to die in the streets
- like the rabid dog he is! - Then have the trial.
Let all of Italy know what he did.
Every Turk in the sultan's army wears your armor.
We can't defeat them without your help.
Sophia: He said the page must be read by lunar light.
What we're seeing must be related.
What my machine could have to do with your strange bird is beyond me.
It's like nothing I've ever seen before.
Now!
( Static crackles )
Francesco: Open it.
You heard me. Open her cell.
( Speaking Turkish )
( man speaking Turkish )
We must talk.
Away from here.
There's nothing left to discuss.
You may hate me, daughter, but you are alive.
( Chuckles )
Oh, so I should be grateful
to be kept here locked up like a caged animal
for your amusement.
Your incarceration is of your own doing.
And now you must pay the price.
Unless you prove your worth.
Tell us what da Vinci has planned.
(laughing)
You're scared.
You know he has the page
and you are terrified
of the horror that he will rain down upon you.
I assure you I have nothing to fear.
(snaps)
Francesco: Let me show you why.
( Men chanting )
The greatest fighting force the world has ever known.
Engineered from Leonardo's designs.
Without us,
his creations will be lost forever.
Relegated to the pages of long-forgotten journals.
You've created a monster you can't control.
Your alliance is crumbling.
Without Caterina,
you have nothing left to offer them.
We have used the Turks.
As they have used us.
Our design was to unify Italy.
And that we have done.
And now,
one way or the other,
this war is coming to an end.
The only question that remains is who lives or dies.
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- ( frogs croaking ) - Leonardo: Why would the page
instruct us to build this contraption
if it wasn't going to give us a means to focus it?
Hmm? We are missing something!
( Leonardo yells )
Tell me again-- Tell me again what you saw.
The storm, the winged creature,
the-- the tall structure, your bell tower.
In Otranto, that's the Church of Santa Maria Annunziata.
We know that.
The highest point in the city.
A clear line of sight
with which to unleash
the wrath of nature.
And most likely destroy ourselves in the process.
( Exhales )
Look.
You've heard of the legend of Pandora?
Brilliant, gifted child
whose curiosity unleashed evil into the world.
I'm not gonna let that happen again.
We will not wield this weapon
until we can fully control it.
( Creaking )
Show yourself!
Zo!
Yeah. ( laughs )
- What are you doing here? - I came to rescue you.
Well, I appreciate the thought.
You're a little late.
Carlo,
- he was here. - ( sighs )
If it wasn't for Sophia...
- Sophia? - Yeah.
- Is you? - Hello.
Hello.
It's-- this is Zo,
my most trusted friend and partner.
This is Sophia.
- She's my sister. - What?
Yeah.
Yeah, it was a shock to me, too.
How?
Our mother and father had carnal relations.
- No, I mean... - Where's Nico?
I don't know what I mean.
- Zo? - Yeah, what?
- Nico. Where's Nico? - Nico is, uh, helping to equip
the Crusade forces with Vlad's armor.
He had enough for nearly our entire army.
- You got him to join us? - Well, he thinks we're joining him.
I suggest we keep it that way.
We're to meet up with them in Brindisi.
What, they've left already?
Yeah. It's been a fortnight, Leo.
- What the hell have you been up to? - Take a look.
Look.
We're working on a device to beat the Ottomans.
What is it?
It is...
a prototype we're still refining.
- That's not an answer. - We're still trying to figure out
how it works.
We know it harnesses the power of nature.
There were instructions in a page from the Book of Leaves.
Please tell me we're not on that hunt again.
I know, I know, I know, but this machine--
This machine could be the thing that turns the odds in our favor.
What?
- ( Static crackles ) - ( yells )
- Zo! Zo! - Fucking hell!
- ( Groaning ) - Get the breastplate.
Get it off me, get it off me!
The armor.
The energy could have dispersed in any direction,
but it-- It focused here
as though the armor attracted it.
- (laughs) - Attracted it?
Where's this from?
Uh, it's Wallachia, by way of the Turks.
Damascus steel, made in ancient Persia.
The secrets of its manufacture have been lost for centuries.
It's purported to have magical properties.
A da Vinci who believes in magic?
Well, it only appears as magic to those who don't understand it.
Right, we need to repeat the results.
Um, bring the armor here.
That's it.
- Fuck it. - Good. Now stay back.
Stay back. Right.
All right, stay back. Stand back. Stand well back.
The rotation of the lenses generates energy,
which collects here...
...and then it's dispersed. - ( static crackles )
It directed the energy again!
Right, something--
Something in the forging must have altered the chemical composition.
Yeah, okay, that's great, but it's not just the Turks
who use this armor anymore.
We just outfitted our entire army, which means if we use your device,
it'll take us all out.
Yes!
Exactly!
That's-- uh, I say something,
gives him an idea about something else.
It's how we work.
What's this?
It's yours.
I want you to have it.
Do not treat me as one of your whores.
What?
I do not require payment for my services.
No, no, that's not what this is. That's not what this is.
The necklace is a sign of affection, nothing more.
My timing was suspect, perhaps.
But perhaps it's just not to your taste.
It's not.
This, on the other hand,
this would do quite well, indeed.
( Seagulls cawing )
( speaking in Latin )
Amen.
May the good Lord shield you from the sight of your enemies.
Outmanned.
Abandoned by the man who was to lead us.
A lost cause to most.
But not you.
You lack faith, Your Holiness.
And you regard truth as open to interpretation.
Wars are not won by strength in numbers,
but by strength of will.
This magic armor,
is it impenetrable to reason as well?
Wanting something does not make it so, my dear.
You do realize it's too late.
The spies suggest the Turks have yet to move on Naples.
- There is still time. - I was not speaking of the Turks.
Girolamo's fate
was sealed...
...long before he gave Lorenzo cause.
He's your son.
Do you not feel anything?
He confessed.
There is nothing left for us to do but mourn.
( People shouting )
- Get out! - Stay away from the door!
No defense!
(men arguing)
Silence!
( Arguing stops )
We must be diplomatic.
Show them that you're a leader, not a ruler.
Signori.
Florence is what it is today...
- because of my grandfather... - ( chatter)
...Cosimo de Medici,
- whose legacy I continue. - Men: Yes!
And in defense of our great republic
and the memory of our beloved Mother of Florence,
we must ensure that justice is upheld.
Man: That's right.
But not--
Not at the expense of our humanity.
Man: Yes.
If a man commits a crime...
he is entitled to a trial.
( Arguing continues )
Signori, signori, fear not!
Is as is my wont,
justice will be applied swiftly.
The accused has already confessed.
- Bring him forth. - ( crowd jeering )
Man: Sinner!
(jeering stops )
Girolamo Riario,
do you intend
to recant your confession?
- No. - ( men murmuring)
No, I am guilty of what I am accused.
Clarice Orsini, Captain Dragonetti.
Who else's blood is on your hands?
Recently,
um,
Cardinal Rodrigo of Venice...
and the proprietor
- of a house of ill repute in Rome. - Men: Oh!
Tell me, Count Riario,
one of my staff has not been seen in some time.
- He has been missing for several days. - ( chatter)
Man: Where is he?
I do believe I killed him, too.
Men: Oh!
Enough!
Girolamo Riario.
For the crimes you have committed, you shall be put to death.
( Cheering )
Two days hence
on the anniversary of the coronation of your uncle,
Pope Sixtus.
Perhaps he will join us in the celebrations.
( Cheering, applauding )
What the hell is this?
Your Holiness, may I present...
Your lord and savior.
Guards!
Laura: This is Prince Vlad,
leader of the Order of the Dragon.
Young Machiavelli has convinced him to join our crusade.
Vlad: An unholy war for the ages.
He has also provided armor to equip our soldiers.
The same armor used by the Turks.
Stolen by the Turks.
Just as they stole the Maestro's weapons.
Where is da Vinci?
He'll meet us in Brindisi on the road to Otranto.
But we have his weapons
and we've already distributed the armor to the Swiss Guard.
I see.
How many men under your command?
Eleven.
Eleven hundred?
A sizable force to be sure.
Perhaps I was too hasty in estimating our chances.
Your Holiness,
the order stands at eleven.
As in one more than ten.
( Sighs )
What can possibly be accomplished
with eleven men?
Well...
many times that of one, hmm?
But I am no abacist, mm.
( Quietly ) They are here, Your Holiness.
( Clears throat ) They're ready.
Well, this ought to be riveting.
( Faint chatter)
( men cheering )
Sixtus: Countrymen.
Servants of God.
The day has come
for you to drive the heathen Turk
from our shores.
You must go forth and fight!
Fight for your people,
fight for your church,
fight for your pope!
We go forth now to fight.
Not for eternal glory,
but for God,
who commands us to march.
To be brave
and to take back what is rightfully ours!
( Cheering )
We fight now united.
And a united Italy...
cannot be stopped!
For our souls will be invincible
and our glory immortal.
Praise be to heaven!
Praise be to Italy!
For Italy!
( Men chanting ) Italy, Italy, Italy!
Leonardo: Couldn't help yourself?
I'm sorry.
You were asleep and I have so many questions.
Um!
I'd say we have about an hour
before daylight.
What do you want to know?
In your journal,
you write of a man named Al-Rahim.
You broke my cipher?
Well, the first section is backwards writing,
transposing letters, simple enough.
But I haven't cracked the last part yet.
- Maybe you could teach me. - Not a chance.
Al-Rahim.
You say he navigates the river of time...
- Mm. - ...and that he plundered your mind
and stole your designs.
I thought he was taking me on a journey of discovery.
That was not the case.
Is that how Mother came to me?
- She could navigate this river, too? - I believe so.
I'm not sure of its mechanism.
Uh, perhaps--
Perhaps the ability has something to do with the energies we felt in the cave?
Our mother was...
a soothsayer after all.
She was schooled in arcane sciences.
You were looking for her
for a long time.
Yeah, most of my life.
She left when I was a child.
( Sighs )
I just wanted to find out why.
Did you get your answers?
A few.
But perhaps we're not meant to have them all.
- What was he like? - Who?
Piero da Vinci.
Stubborn.
( Chuckles )
He was prideful.
But...
courageous when it mattered most.
That description would fit our mother as well.
Oh, really?
Well, then perhaps we've unraveled another mystery
- as to why they didn't last. - ( both laughing )
So, how old did you say you were?
- Are you 20? - 19.
19, 19...
What is it?
19.
I think we might...
only be half siblings.
Piero isn't my father?
Caterina left him
to join the Sons of Mithras
and to be with the man who led them.
Al-Rahim?
The man that betrayed you?
(thunder rumbling )
We should get going.
Fuck off.
Leonardo: The Crusade army.
( Leonardo sighs )
What's left of them.
The dead are only ours.
There's not a Turk among them.
It was an ambush, then. They were waiting for us.
Nico. Nico!
Nico!
Look!
Vlad?
What happened?
A great reaping of souls.
We could not save them.
Where's Nico?
Tell me what happened.
They knew we were coming.
That's the only explanation.
Alerted by a spy in our midst, no doubt.
Our column was headed south.
The bombards came first...
under the cover of a smoke screen.
We couldn't tell what direction they came from,
so we attempted to retreat.
So we fled for the tree line
where their--
Your armored carriages
met us with cannon fire and flame.
They tore us apart.
If it were not for Vlad and his men, we would all be dead.
They showed no mercy.
How many armored carts?
Dozens.
Bloody hell.
( Exhales ) What do we do now?
( Horse neighs )
We keep going.
How?
More than half our forces have been wiped out.
There is not enough of us left to fight the enemy.
That-- that is exactly why they won't expect us.
(bell ringing)
Singh: It's preposterous,
allowing last rites to be administered
to the Monster of Italy.
We are all monsters, my dear.
Haunted by our pasts
or our presents.
Our actions driven by the whispers of angels
and demons.
Perhaps he should have listened to his angel.
I murdered your master.
Yet this is all you can muster?
- ( Thuds) - ( grunts)
(laughing)
Be my penance.
Cleanse my blackened soul.
I'll cleanse your fucking soul.
(grunts)
Have you no manners?
Feast on my blood!
Your fucking blood!
( Groans )
My business caters to all manner of clients.
In fact, we have entertained
many an emissary from the Vatican.
Perhaps when you are done here...
Oh, my poor child.
How hard it must have been.
You were an orphan, yes?
Sold into slavery of the cruelest kind.
So much pain,
so little hope.
And yet you persevered.
And now you wield real power,
but you do it still in service to others.
There is still time to change your path.
Look to God as your guide
and you will never need another master.
Now, please...
take me to see this monster you fear so.
- ( Thuds) - ( grunts)
You have a visitor.
We ain't done yet.
( Groans )
Why have you come?
To revel in your grotesque creation?
The architect of my insanity.
You think yourself insane?
No, my dear boy.
You are much more than that.
More than I could ever have imagined.
Your training, the guidance,
it revealed you.
I'm only sorry that it has taken so long
for me to see.
I don't...
What is the objective of a labyrinth?
To reach the center.
To find the one true path
and avoid the traps left along the way.
That is why our Labyrinth exists.
To weed through the blades of grass
and find the one
at the center of it all.
The one God has chosen as his messenger.
His messenger is you, Girolamo.
No.
I cannot be, no.
I am not the one.
I resisted.
Your resistance took a form like no other.
But it is now clear it was not resistance.
Rather, an extraction.
One that revealed your true purpose.
My Purpose...
is to kill?
Yes!
Don't you see?
You are an avenging angel,
excising sinners with a swipe of your glorious blade.
You are the Minotaur.
You are God's monster.
Why?
Why tell me this now?
Tomorrow, I will be put to death.
How can I serve Him then?
Leave that to me, dear boy.
The city is undergoing a spiritual awakening.
It started in the churches,
but now our brothers are taking to the streets.
And what am I to do?
Embrace it.
Embrace God's will.
Embrace His plan for you.
Your life has been spent in search of meaning.
Now you have it.
Do not turn your back.
( Chatter)
Leonardo: Right, here's what we know.
The primary camp of the Ottoman forces
is located here, to the west of Otranto.
And the roving killing machines are here
outside the city.
Destroying them, that's our first priority.
I thought they were made of the same impenetrable steel as the armor.
The exterior, yes, but the inside is simple gears and wooden framing.
Assuming they have stuck to my original design, yes.
Even if you succeed,
your troops are outnumbered by the thousands.
You will not last long.
I never said
that we have to defeat them.
So, what,
your plan is, uh, to lose, hmm?
Well, you said it yourself, hmm?
We cannot match them in battle, yes?
So what we need to do is hold them off for as long as we can
and then we just let my device do the rest.
What device?
Sophia.
Destroying the tanks
will draw out their troops to this location,
giving our machine a clear line of sight from the bell tower.
What is this...
sorcery?
It's the final nail in the coffin
of the Turks.
A machine?
It's a weapon.
It's designed to take out a large number of enemy soldiers at one time.
All we need to do
is just lure them out into the open.
No.
- ( Sighs ) - This is absurd.
You cannot risk your soldiers' lives on a magic trick.
It's not magic.
It's faith.
Faith?
Your holy crusade
is led by men, not some precious deity.
I'm not talking about faith in God.
I'm talking about faith in da Vinci.
Faith in da Vinci?
So how do you propose to destroy these tanks?
Leonardo: First, I need you to steal one.
( Speaking Turkish )
( speaking Turkish )
( grunts, yells )
(grunts)
( speaking Turkish )
( grunts, yells )
( speaking Turkish )
( screams )
( panting )
( speaking Turkish )
(yells, neck snaps )
First off,
I just wanna say great plan.
Genius, really.
What is it?
It won't work.
I can make it to the catacombs.
No, you can't,
because they're on the other side of the city to the tank yard.
Christ, Leo, even you can't be in two places at once.
We have to split up.
Sophia and I can make it into the city.
You're volunteering my sister?
She's the only one who knows how the device works.
You've already talked to her.
She talked to me.
Mostly I just nodded.
- No. - Why not?
Because it's too dangerous.
Don't worry. I'll make sure nothing happens to him.
- Oh, thank you. - No.
Sorry, no.
Come on, do you think the Turks are just gonna stand there
while everything's going up in flames?
We need one as a distraction for the other.
It's the only way the plan's gonna work and you know it.
We'll look after each other.
Just like we do.
Fine.
Thank you.
( Sighs )
Help me with these.
Careful with those! Be careful.
My men and I
should accompany you.
Well, we want to get in and out
without being detected.
So slaughtering everyone we see
might attract unwanted attention.
Hmm, a fair point.
You were right.
- Hmm? - What you said about the Turks.
Is this an apology for setting me on fire
or pushing me off a ledge?
- I also poisoned you. - Attempted.
Right, right.
- Maestro, it's the last one. - Coming.
Vlad: Try not to die.
Leonardo: Oh.
Oh, look at this.
Coiled spring.
- They modified your drive system. - Yeah.
Powered by inertia, stored energy.
That's-- that's really very clever.
How do you steer it?
I'd say left, right, and then forward,
both of them together, then back this way.
All right?
Let's go.
( Clattering )
Shit!
Sorry, sorry.
That was-- I got it, I got it, I got it.
( Clears throat )
( exhales )
( laughs )
- ( Zoroaster groans ) - Sophia: We're not lost, are we?
- No, of course not. - Our pace has slowed.
Yeah, the basket's heavy, funnily enough.
Right, this way.
How do you know about this tunnel anyway?
Because we used it to escape from a city which had just gone Turk.
( Exhales )
I wasn't expecting to be back here.
Perhaps the local vegetation
can help you to retrace your steps.
- Ah, thanks. - Or finding your footprints
left somewhere in the bushes.
( Item clatters )
Yeah.
Found it
Your brother likes to litter.
( Gasps )
( chatter)
That's it, keep it slow.
Maestro,
tank depot's up ahead.
All right.
( Crickets chirping )
Just take us in like you belong.
Okay.
( Speaking Turkish )
Just steady, careful. Now slowly, slowly, slowly.
- Here we go. - That's it.
That's it. We're through, we're through, we're through.
Now just go straight down to the far end of the tank yard
and be as confident as you can.
- Right, stop here. - Yeah.
That's it.
Anyone around?
No, you're clear.
( Exhales ) All right.
Let's do this.
Nico, shh. Pass me another bag of bombards.
That's it, that's it.
That's it.
Now the powder keg.
Now, listen, I need you to drive alongside me
while I plant the rest of them.
We need to obscure the guard's line of sight.
Okay, but what if they see the powder trail?
Well, let's hope they don't.
At the end of this, we climb out into a building across from the church.
- And then what? - Uh,
the tank yard explosions should give us the cover we need
to get to the bell tower.
Should be... shit.
This is new.
We don't have time to find a way around it.
We're gonna have to go through it. Come on.
( Speaking Turkish )
( Sophia grunts )
( head thuds ) Ah!
(grunts)
When I told Leo I'd be looking after you,
I didn't realize you'd be quite so delicate.
( Sophia grunts )
Those nuns in the convent,
you were a pain in their arse, weren't you?
Maybe a little bit.
This way!
- And don't forget the basket! - Wait!
( Man speaking Turkish )
It's all right.
( Man yells )
( speaking Turkish )
Nico: Maestro!
- ( Man screams ) - ( shouting in Turkish )
Come on.
The Architect: People of Florence,
I come to you with a message
from Saint Peter himself.
From the bowels of this cursed city,
under lock and key,
you hold the sword of God,
Count Girolamo Riario!
If you do not release him,
it is you who will receive His punishment.
We are on the verge
of a great battle.
An ancient conflict...
- In range. - Shot's loaded.
...begun before time itself began.
( Explosion )
A battle between good
and evil,
between light and dark.
A battle for the very soul of man!
( Men shouting )
Leo.
It's time. Come on!
We must be pure of heart!
Imbued with the courage to fight
and prepared for the sacrifice to come.
I have seen a vision of your city in flames.
God's judgment
unless you heed my warnings.
For much will burn!
Many will be scorched
and all must choose
whether to be amongst the ashes
or the all-consuming flames.
Unless you heed my warnings.
Embrace the path of righteousness...
...or face His wrath!
Keep low.
Zo!
( Man speaks Turkish )
Fuck me.
( Music playing )
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