Da Vinci's Code Leonardo

Everything we've heard about the notebook is true.

Many of this boy's designs are childish fantasy.

But others...

are magnifico.

What was that?

This is hopeless.

We'll never find a secret chamber. These catacombs go on for miles.

It would be amazing to map them properly.

We won't find your notebook like this.

Wait!

A clue?

Look. Silver denarius. Roman, I bet. No! Vespasian. Wow.

-That's over 1,400 years old.

-The rats have had two of my toes.

Hang on.

Look at this.

Barely scratched.

These are nearly new.

Aargh!

THEY LAUGH

Very funny.

Idiots.

Boys!

So, if X is to the value of four, to what value must Y correspond?

Oh, cavelo! My spectacles.

Oh, young master, if X is four, how on earth can Y be three?

KNOCK ON DOOR

Entry.

My apologies.

Something unexpected at the family business.

Yes!

Homework. Page 43.

Abutre's elements.

From this notebook

we will conjure deadly weapons.

And bring the Duke of Florence to his knees.

Which, after all, is what we're here for.

His notes are in code.

Fortunately, we have among us Florence's finest mathematician.

A man without equal in the world of equations.

Professor.

THEY SPEAK LATIN

See?

They must have been dropped recently.

Maybe by one of the men who snatched Lisa.

Lisa! Sorry. Tom, ciao.

I found these in the catacombs. Was anyone wearing them?

I couldn't see their faces.

Sleep well?

First mattress in four weeks. What do you think?

You're...

I'll have to cut it.

Here. I can keep watch.

Thanks. I'll do it later.

-See if you can trace the owner.

-Sure.

Easy. Only 52 different lens makers in Florence.

Specs are two a florin in the marketplace.

-But you can't buy ivory in the marketplace.

-Ivory?

Been at work since dawn, have we?

Claiming a well-earned rest?

Thought not.

Distracting my apprentices again.

Master Lorenzo, my apologies.

I hadn't realised we were graced by a Medici.

Forgive me, I must reclaim my charges.

Leonardo, canvas to complete. New boy, chance to prove yourself.

Presto!

-She's beautiful.

-Thank you.

But flattery is no substitute for talent.

You have to prove your worth.

I want to be able

to reproduce her, life-size.

From that.

You want me to...

..carve this

from that with these?

Oh, dear. Do you see a blade?

No. This is a mathematical instrument.

Mathematics?

To map the proportions.

You can count, can't you?

Measuring isn't beyond you?

-Then I carve it with...

-Then you pitch it,

with this, then you carve it, then I sculpt it.

-Tomorrow.

-Tomorrow?

Don't forget, new boy, you're still on trial.

How are we getting on?

Excellency, I'm sorry, you surprised me.

Well?

I made an initial scan using Pythagoras. I've ruled out

Pasolini's theorem and Duseka's model of transfer of decimals.

There is alphabetically consistent

-recurrence, but no logic...

-You can't do it, can you?

No... Yes, Excellency, of course I can, but these things take time.

It's a process

-of elimination.

-It's a child's diary, Professor.

Yes, Excellency.

Tom.

Think about it. It's three-dimensional.

-Three di-what-imal?

-It's called pointing.

If you mark three fixed points in space, you can plot a fourth.

Look. OK. Three points on the model.

Head, two feet. Replot on the block here, here and here.

If you want to know where

her belly button goes,

measure it in relation to three points here

then do the same there. Big scale. OK?

Grazie.

It's all right. He's not here.

Good news. Found an optician who sells ivory frames.

It's very high-end. We'll need someone to give us an in.

-Anyone in mind?

-Let me see.

How about the pampered teenage son of a wealthy and powerful nobleman?

What do you think of my new suit? Can I pull off this colour?

Definitely. Like you say, burnt orange is so now.

OK. Here it is. You go in.

-Keep him distracted while we look through the customers.

-No problem.

Signor Medici. Master Lorenzo, this is indeed an honour.

Gilberto degli Specci, at your service.

My servants, they can come in.

They catch the cold easily.

-What can I do for the young master?

-I think I need my eyes tested.

Of course, step this way, please.

You have many customers, Signor.

All of Florence's finest entrust their eyes to Gilberto.

Now, can you read the letters in front of you?

HE COUGHS

A, E, Z, L, D, O,

T, D, A, Ep.

Master Medici, your sight is excellent.

Oh! Can I try another one?

-Haven't a clue.

-Really? How interesting.

Is it better with this or without?

-With or without?

-With.

Gilberto!

Professore, I am with a very important client.

I've lost my new spectacles.

Get out of the way!

-Do you still want ivory?

-Of course.

I'm waiting for a shipment from Africa.

-Is there nothing you can do?

-Sorry, Signor.

Now, where were we?

With or without?

I've been looking all over. Couldn't get away.

I was desperate to tell you, that's poker-face Pico.

-He's my maths tutor.

-Your maths tutor?

Is that what the optician gave you?

He nearly saw me. They're useless.

Could he be part of that weird secret society?

Doubt it. He's way too boring.

It's perfect.

A magnescope.

My catapult.

And my code. He must have my notebook.

Leo. Hold on. It could be dangerous.

Scusi, Signore, Professore.

Go away, boy. Whatever you're selling, I'm not interested.

I have your spectacles.

And you have something of mine.

A notebook.

Yours?

Yeah.

So you have the code.

I didn't take your notebook. You must believe me.

-I had no idea it was stolen.

-Who did, then?

I don't know. They blindfolded me.

-Did they take you to the catacombs?

-I don't know. Perhaps.

They said if I didn't decode it by midnight they'd kill me.

We must report them. They must be stopped.

Please, I'm begging you. If we tell anyone, they'll kill me.

And not just me, my family.

My wife, my son - a boy your age.

And my little girl, Fiameta, she's only six.

I can't risk their lives. They're too precious.

-What do they want with my notebook?

-I don't know.

If I don't decode your designs by midnight, that's it.

If only...

-No. I can't ask it of you.

-You want me to give you the code.

You're the only one who can save my little girl.

OK.

OK, I'll give you the code.

Grazie. Grazie.

Meet me in my rooms. 44 via Ventura.

But come after dark.

If anyone sees us...

I don't trust him. Has he even got a family?

I don't know. Hang on. Yes, he has.

He cancelled my class. Said it was family business.

How are you going to get across town after dark?

You'll end up in prison if you get caught.

I'm not going to get caught.

Aristocrats don't get stopped.

I can't go out after curfew. My father would kill me.

It's OK. I'll find a way.

If you insist on going, we might as well get you there safe.

No-one would stop a priest.

Let me see if I can find something.

A priest?

CHURCH BELL CHIMES

That's it. That's the curfew.

No going outside now, you lot.

I can't do it!

I hate this.

I just want to paint.

SHE SOBS

I miss my mum.

I want to go home.

I've got a few minutes. I can help.

There's no point.

It's over.

I'll come with you.

I'll help you get across town.

It's all my fault anyway.

No, you can't risk being caught.

I know how to dodge the night watchmen.

I've slept on the streets.

-I'll just get cleaned up.

-It's not a good idea.

Leo?

Leo, where are you?

CHURCH BELL CHIMES

You have done your maths homework, haven't you?

-Professor Pico didn't set any.

-Really?

He didn't. He cancelled, said he had family business.

Lorenzo, enough. You're not even a good liar.

Pico doesn't have a family.

-Anyone can see the man's married to his maths.

-What?

Get on with it, or I'll have him set you double for the weekend.

Hm...

Halt! Who goes there?

Sorry, Father, carry on.

-Well?

-Good news, Excellency.

I need one number to complete the sequence.

For that I must return home to consult the relevant tables.

-You will have the code by midnight.

-Midnight.

-Without fail.

-Oh yes, without fail.

Professor, did you set the young master homework tonight?

Always, Excellency.

Not turning in?

In a minute.

KNOCK ON DOOR

-Where's Leo?

-What?

Where is he?

-Something terrible.

-Pico's lying.

-Leo's in danger.

-It's a trap.

-Leo's not here.

Oh, no. He's going to give him the code.

I'm coming with you.

-She can't come. It's too dangerous.

-Whatever.

I've got to get back before my dad finds out.

-You're not coming with me?

-He's on my case, Mac.

You don't understand.

Where are we going?

Fantastico!

I see you're impressed.

Everything I love is in this room.

Algebra, theorems, calculus, trigonometry.

Nothing else matters. Right?

And your son, does he come in here?

Hm? Oh, Alfredo? Of course.

-Wow!

-The hours we spend here together.

He's the image of you.

Brilliant, curious. I'd love you to meet him.

If I can get out of this.

I may never see Alfredo again.

Or Francesca. I need that code.

I'm desperate.

Don't worry, I will not let your children die.

DRAMATIC MUSIC

Thank you. We're scientists. We share a bond, don't you think?

-Halt!

-I've got no money. All I've got is the shirt on my back.

Of course. The Fibonnaci sequence

as inverted matrix. How stupid of me!

I'd have got there in the end.

I'm sorry, truly I am,

but I can't risk my leader finding out how I got the code.

But the Luminari will always be grateful for your designs.

Your leader? The...Luminari? Who are you?

You won't live long enough to find out.

Leo! Open up!

-Now is not the time to say I told you so, Leo...

-You're right.

CHURCH CLOCK CHIMES

Midnight. Saved by the bell. For now.

But I know where you live, boy.

Was I too late? Did you give it to him, the code?

Bear with me, Excellency.

It's a matter of the correct column.

The sequence isn't quite transmitting the way it should.

I'm not sure what he's done. Just give me a moment.

I'm sorry, Professor. We've no place for amateurs.

Goodbye.

MUSIC: Someone Watching Over Me by The Zutons

DOOR OPENS

# I'm gonna wait alone under my sheets

# And pretend to close my eyes

# And I will wait until the sun comes up

# I will wait all night

# I don't care if you don't come and show yourself

# Cos I know you're always near me

# And when it's dark again I'll count to ten

# And you'll be standing by me... #

How did you know it was a trick?

In the cafe he called her Fiameta.

And my little girl, Fiameta.

Then he forget, he called her something else.

I may never see Francesca again.

But something was off.

He said everything he loved was in that room.

Yet there was no sign of his family.

He didn't seem like a dad.

So you gave him a fake sequence?

Of course. It had to be good enough to believe.

By the time he got to his leader, half the alphabet would be missing.

So Florence's top mathematicians couldn't crack your code?

Good. Means they can't use your designs.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Yes? Ah, Lorenzo. Sad news, I'm afraid.

Professor Pico has left us.

Yes, he's had to leave Florence on personal business.

Unexpectedly.

He won't be coming back.

Great. Father, you've cut yourself, on the left.

You mean my right. Thank you.

Of course!

Backwards.

It's written

backwards.

HE LAUGHS

-Maybe you should tell your dad about the Luminari.

-I can't.

If he knew I hung around here... Besides, he'd never believe it.

And with Pico gone, so has any chance of us finding out.

-And your designs, all that research lost forever.

-No.

No way. I'll redo them, everything.

-Whoever they are, they are not going to stop me.

-Yes!

Come on. I'll do it.

No point. After the mess I made of that stone,

I won't be here much longer.

Good morning, Master Lorenzo. You two, inside.

A mess. One long catalogue of errors.

Judging from the way you stayed on your feet,

plugging away until dawn.

HE CHUCKLES

You want to learn!

It's all I needed to know.

SHE LAUGHS NERVOUSLY

-Come on.

-Wait!

My mum used to brush it every morning for as long as I remember.

OK, just do it.

Stop! Don't cut it.

What?

Oh-ho!

THEY LAUGH

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