There's a girl, Sophia. She has the page.
She's your sister.
Our mother, she wanted us to find one another.
Lorenzo de'Medici.
I am not here to kill but to confess.
I took Clarice's life.
(Cries out)
Riario will only hang if they find him guilty.
- He is guilty. - (Crowd shouting)
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.
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! - (Sophia grunts)
(Crackling and fizzing)
(Crash of electrical energy)
(Crackling and fizzing)
(Timber creaking)
(Dramatic music)
(Birds cawing)
[POPE SIXTUS] Open it.
You heard me. Open her cell.
(Keys jangling)
(Speaks Turkish)
(Guard replies in Turkish)
We must talk...
..away from here.
There's nothing left to discuss.
You may hate me, Daughter, but you are alive.
(She laughs ruefully)
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.
(Raises voice) Unless you prove your worth.
Tell us what Da Vinci has planned.
(Laughs)
(Inhales sharply)
You're scared. (Chuckles)
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.
(Suspenseful music)
(Clicks fingers)
Let me show you why.
(Distant voices shouting)
The greatest fighting force the world has ever known.
Engineered from Leonardo's designs.
Without us, his creations would be lost forever...
(Distant voices)
..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.
(Bird caws)
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.
(Suspenseful music)
The only question that remains is who lives or dies.
(Dramatic music)
(Theme music)
♪ DaVinci's Demons 3x09 ♪ Angelus Iratissimus Original Air Date on December 19, 2015
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(Insects chirping)
Why would the page instruct us to build this contraption
if it wasn't going to give us a means to focus it?
Hm? We are missing something!
(Yells in frustration)
(Clicks fingers) Tell me again Tell me uh... Tell me again what you saw.
The... The storm, the... 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...
..clear line of sight with which to unleash...
..the wrath of nature.
Most likely destroy ourselves in the process. (Sighs)
(Exhales heavily)
Look...
you've heard of the legend of Pandora?
(She exhales)
Brilliant, gifted child,
whose curiosity unleashed evil into the world.
I'm not gonna let that happen again.
(He exhales)
We will not wield this weapon...
..until we can fully control it.
(Door creaking)
- (Weapon clicks) - Show yourself!
Zo!
- (Breathlessly) Yeah. - What the...
- (Zoroaster chuckles) - 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.
This... 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 er...
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 him 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?
(Electricity crackles, Zoroaster cries out)
Zo!
Fucking hell!
(Zoroaster groans in pain) [LEO] Oh, hey, hey...
Get off me! Get off me!
Uh...the armor.
The energy could have dispersed in any direction
but it... it... it focused here,
as though the armor attracted it.
- Ha-ha! - Attracted it?
Where's this from?
Uh...it's er...Wallachia, by way of the Turks.
Damascus steel, made in ancient Persia.
But the... 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.
Good, now stay back.
Stay back. Right.
Right, stay back. Stand back, stand well back.
(Suspenseful music)
The rotation of the lenses generates energy...
which collects here and then is dispersed.
(Crackling and fizzing)
(Gasps) It directed the energy again!
Something... Something in the forging must have altered the chemical composition.
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!
(Gasps)
That's er... I say something, it gives him an idea about something else.
It's er...how we work.
(Dramatic music)
(Insects chirping)
(Pearls rattling)
(Exhales)
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, no, that's not what this is.
That's not what this is.
(Two kisses)
The necklace is a sign of affection, nothing more.
My timing was suspect, perhaps.
But perhaps it is not to your taste.
It's not.
(Jewelry rattles)
This, on the other hand...
This would do quite well indeed.
(Romantic music)
(Kissing sounds)
(Gulls cawing)
(Speaks Latin)
(Armor rattles)
(Latin continues)
Amen.
May the good Lord shield you from the sight of your enemies.
(Sword scrapes in scabbard)
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 are 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 is your son.
Do you not feel anything?
But he confessed.
There's nothing left for us to do but mourn.
(Angry voices shouting)
(Clamoring)
(Woman cries out)
[GUARD] Get back!
Stay away from the door! Close the gates, close it!
(Buzz of chatter)
Silence!
(Room falls quiet)
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...
(Shouts of agreement)
- ..Cosimo de'Medici... [MAN] That's right!
..whose legacy I continue.
(Murmurs of assent)
And in defense of our great republic,
and the memory of our beloved Mother of Florence...
(Murmurs of assent)
..we must ensure that justice is upheld.
(Shouts of agreement)
But not...
not at the expense of our humanity.
(Murmurs of agreement)
If a man commits a crime...
..he is entitled to a trial.
(Murmurs of both assent and disagreement)
Signori... Signori, fear not.
As is my wont,
justice will be applied swiftly.
(Shouts of agreement)
The accused has already confessed.
(Some cheering and laughter)
- Bring him forth! - (Cheering)
(Jeering and hostile shouts)
(Angry muttering)
[MAN] Sinner!
[MAN] Look at him, the rogue!
(Room falls silent)
Girolamo Riario.
Do you intend to recant your confession?
- No. - (Murmurs)
No, I am guilty of what I am accused.
Clarice Orsini, Captain Dragonetti...
who else's blood is on your hands?
Recently, erm...
..Cardinal Rodrigo of Venice.
(Groans of disapproval)
And the proprietor of a house of ill-repute in Rome.
(Groans)
Tell me, Count Riario...
One of my staff has not been seen in some time.
He has been missing for several days.
(Murmuring)
[MAN] Where is he?
I do believe I killed him too.
(Shouts of outrage)
Enough!
Girolamo Riario.
For the crimes you have committed, you shall be put to death...
(Shouts of approval)
..two days hence, on the anniversary of the coronation of your uncle...
- (Mocking laughter) ..Pope Sixtus.
Perhaps he will join us in the celebrations.
(Laughter)
(Applause)
(Dramatic music)
What the hell is this?
Your Holiness, may I present...
Your lord and savior.
Guards!
This is Prince Vlad, leader of the Order of the Dragon.
Young Machiavelli has convinced him to join our Crusade.
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.
And 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?
11.
1100?
A sizeable force, to be sure.
Perhaps I was too hasty in estimating our chances.
Your Holiness, the Order stands at 11.
As in... one more than ten.
(Sighs)
What can possibly be accomplished with 11 men?
Well...
..many times that of one, hm?
But I am no abacist, hm?
(Fire crackling in grate)
(Softly) They are here, Your Holiness.
(Clears throat) They're ready.
Well, this ought to be riveting.
(Footsteps pacing away)
(Crusade forces shouting in distance)
(Roar of acclaim)
(Cheering)
Countrymen!
(Roar dies down)
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!
(Unimpressed muttering)
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!
(Tramp of hooves)
'And a united Italy...'
..cannot be stopped!
(Wild cheering)
But our souls will be invincible
and our glory immortal.
Praise be to Heaven!
(Cheering)
Praise be to Italy!
(Cheering and armor clanking)
For Italy!
(Wild cheering)
(Soldiers chanting) Italy! Italy! Italy!
(Crickets chirping)
(Rustling)
Couldn't help yourself?
Sorry.
You were asleep and...
I have so many questions.
Well, um...
I'd say we have about an hour before daylight.
(Flames crackling)
What do you want to know?
In your journal, you write of a man named Al-Rahim.
You broke my cypher?
Well, the first section's backwards writing, transposing letters.
- Simple enough. - (Sighs)
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... 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?
(Exhales) I believe so.
I'm not sure of its mechanism.
Er...perhaps...
Perhaps the ability has something
to do with the energies we felt in the cave.
And our mother was...
a soothsayer, after all.
She was schooled in arcane sciences.
You were looking for her for a long time.
(Flames crackling)
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.
(Exhales) Stubborn.
Mm.
He was prideful.
But...
courageous when it mattered most.
(Flames crackling)
That description would fit our mother as well.
Oh, really? Well, then perhaps we unraveled another mystery,
as to why they didn't last.
(Both laugh)
(He sighs)
So...how old did you say you were? You're 20?
- 19. - 19, 19...
What is it?
(Whispers) 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?
(Crash of thunder)
We should get going.
(Saddle jangling)
- Oi. - Fuck off.
(Bird cries in distance)
(Horses snort)
(Somber music)
[DA VINCI] The Crusade Army...
(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!
(Bird caws)
(Sighs)
Look!
(Bottle clatters to ground)
Vlad?
(Clanking of armor)
What happened?
A great reaping of souls.
We could not save them.
Where's Nico?
Tell me what happened.
They knew we were coming.
It's the only explanation.
Alerted by a spy in our midst, no doubt.
(Horse whinnies in distance)
(Tent billows in wind)
Our column was headed south.
The bombards came first...
..under the cover of a smokescreen.
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.
(Whispers) They tore us apart.
If it were not for Vlad and his men, we would all be dead.
They showed no mercy.
(Inhales) How many armored carts?
- Dozens. - Bloody hell!
(Sighs) What do we do now?
(Horse whinnies)
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.
(Dramatic music)
(Church bells chime)
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.
(Speaking softly) I murdered your master.
Yet this is all you can muster?
(Grunts)
(Torturer laughs)
Be my penance.
Cleanse my blackened soul!
I'll cleanse your fucking soul.
(Grunts, chains rattle)
(Groans and splutters)
(Pants)
Have you no malice?
Feast on my blood!
- Fucking blood! - (Grunts)
(Gasps)
(Grunts)
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.
(Riario grunts)
(Keys jangle in lock)
You have a visitor.
(Door closes)
We ain't done yet.
(Riario grunts and gasps)
Why have you come?
(Speaks softly) 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.
(Angelic music)
No.
(Chains rattle)
(Riario grunts)
No...it 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.
(Dramatic choral music)
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.
(Dramatic choral music)
Your life has been spent in search of meaning.
Now you have it.
Do not turn your back.
(Sniffs)
[DA VINCI] 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 er... to lose, hm?
- Well, you said it yourself. - Hm.
We cannot match them in battle, yeah?
So all 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.
Machine?
(Whispers) 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.
(Whispers) Faith?
Your Holy Crusade is led by men, not some precious deity.
I'm not talking about faith in God.
Talking about faith in Da Vinci.
(Whispers) Faith in Da Vinci?
So how do you propose to destroy these tanks?
[DA VINCI] 'First I need you to steal one.'
(Flame roars)
(Men speak Turkish)
(Chain mail clanking)
(Suspenseful music)
(Shouts in Turkish)
(Ratcheting)
(Speak Turkish)
(Owl hoots in distance)
- (Shouts in Turkish) - (Clanking)
(Shouts in Turkish)
(Grunts)
(Speaks Turkish)
(Guard cries out)
(Armor clanking)
(Grunts)
(Speak Turkish)
(Replies irritably)
(Speak Turkish)
(Metal squeaking)
(Rustling)
(Faint clanging)
(Shouts in Turkish)
(Grunting and shouting)
(Hyperventilates)
(Speaks Turkish)
(In Turkish)
(Yells)
(Shouts in Turkish)
(Panting)
(Metal clanks)
(In Turkish)
(Turkish soldier chokes)
(Indistinct chatter)
First off...I just want to say, great plan.
Huh.
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.
Huh. 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... 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.
Yeah.
It's the only way the plan's gonna work and you know it.
We'll look after each other.
Just like we do.
(Exhales softly)
(Sighs)
(Whispers) Thank you.
(Da Vinci sighs)
Help me with these.
Careful with those. Be careful.
My men and I should accompany you.
Well, we... We want to get in and out without being detected.
So slaughtering everyone we see
might attract unwanted attention.
Hm. A fair point.
You were right.
- What you said about the Turks. - Hm?
Is this an apology for setting me on fire
or pushing me off a ledge?
- I also poisoned you. - Attempted.
Right, right.
- Maestro, the last one. - Coming.
[VLAD] Try not to die.
(Hinge squeaks)
(Exhales)
Oh, look at this. A coiled spring.
They've modified your drive system.
Yeah. Powered by inertia, stored energy. That's...
That's really very clever.
How do you steer it?
(Exhales) I'd say left, right and then forward,
both of them together, and back.
This way. All right?
Let's go.
(Ratcheting and clanking)
(Da Vinci chuckles)
Sorry, sorry. That was...
I got it, I got it, I got it. (Clears throat)
(Ratcheting)
- (Suspenseful music) - (Nico laughs)
- Ah. We're not lost, are we? - No, of course not.
Oh, 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 the city which had just gone Turk.
(Sighs)
I wasn't expecting to be back here.
(Exhales)
Perhaps the local vegetation can help you to retrace your steps.
Oh, thanks.
Or finding your footprints left somewhere in the bushes.
(Panting)
(Whispers) Yeah.
Found it.
Your brother likes to litter.
(Suspenseful music)
(Sophia gasps)
(Distant chatter and laughter)
(Whispers) That's it, keep it smooth.
Maestro?
- Tank depot's up ahead. - All right.
(Tank rumbles)
(Softly) Just take us in like you belong.
- (Gear clanks) - Okay.
(Speaks Turkish)
Steady. Careful. Slowly, slowly, slowly.
(Tank rumbles and clanks)
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. - Okay.
(Suspenseful music)
(Blade scrapes)
(Exhales)
- All right, stop here. - Yeah.
That's it.
Anyone around?
No. No, you're clear.
(Da Vinci exhales) All right.
Let's do this.
(Breathes heavily)
(Gears clanking)
(Exhales)
(Distant talking in Turkish)
(Fluid dripping on ground)
(Panting)
- (Hatch opening) - Nico.
Sh. Pass me another bag of bombards.
(Whispers) 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 guards' line of sight.
Okay, but what if they see the powder trail?
Well, let's hope they don't.
(Hatch slams)
At the end of this, we climb out into a building across from the church.
And then what?
Er...the tank yard explosion should give us the cover
we need to get to the bell tower.
It should be...
Oh, 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.
(Rumbling and clanking)
(Dramatic music)
(Speaks Turkish)
(Guard continues shouting)
(Both grunt)
(Zoroaster exhales)
(Grunting and panting)
(Zoroaster grunts)
(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 ass, weren't you?
Maybe a little bit.
This way.
- Don't forget the basket. - Wait.
(Panting)
(Metal scraping, guard shouts in Turkish)
(Repeats command in Turkish)
- (Shouts in Turkish) - All right.
It's all right. It's all...
(Guard yells then groans)
(Guard draws blade and shouts in Turkish)
(Suspenseful music)
(Speaks Turkish)
[NICO] Maestro!
Ah!
(Shouts in Turkish)
(Strangled cry)
Come on.
(Bell chimes)
'People of Florence.'
I come to you with a message from St. Peter himself.
In 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.
(Cannonballs thud)
'An ancient conflict...'
- In range. - Shots loaded.
..begun before time itself began.
All right.
(Explosions)
- (Grunting) - 'A battle between good...'
..and evil,
between light and dark.
A battle for the very soul of Man.
(Explosions, Turkish soldiers shouting)
Leo.
(Soldiers shouting in Turkish)
It's time. Come on!
We must be pure of heart,
imbued with the courage to fight,
and prepared for the sacrifice to come.
(Mighty explosions)
(Soldiers screaming)
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 flame.
(Dramatic choral music)
Unless you heed my warnings.
'Embrace the path of righteousness...'
(Explosion)
'..or face His wrath!'
(Explosion)
Keep low. Keep quiet.
(Grunts)
(Blades being drawn)
Zo!
(Guard shouts in Turkish)
(Dramatic music)
Fuck me.
(Theme music)
== sync, corrected by elderman == @elder_man