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-My father's a good man.
-No. He's not. And if you can't see that...
If I can't see it, then what?
What you did today, I won't forget it.
I'm going to make you suffer. All of you.
Bring it on.
You know what you have to do, Placidi.
Piccola ragazza. Tell him Piero de' Medici is watching him.
And when the time is right...
Buona notte. Sleep well, little girl.
If I hadn't woken up when I did, he would have slit his throat.
No. Too crude. Send his man to murder Leo in the workshop?
-Not Piero's style.
-These warded locks are useless. They're easy to pick.
You just need a tool to clear the projections.
What is he planning, then?
Before the Egyptians, they used knots, not locks.
-But Placidi didn't steal anything?
-What about your notebooks?
What is he up to?
He could have easily closed down the workshop by now.
Told people I'm a girl. Why hasn't he?
No, no, too simple. Piero likes toying with people. Playing games.
-He wants to scare us.
-Well, it's working.
Hey! Look, it's me he's gunning for.
It's me he wants to get. Well, just let him try.
I'll be ready for him.
Don't let him go anywhere on his own.
Oh, yeah, right. Like that'll be easy(!)
Not now, Master Lorenzo. I'm busy.
How do you do that?
That would be telling.
Take that, Leonardo!
And as for you, Tom, you big... girl!
And as for you, Machiavelli...
Oh. I'm so BORED!
Only the boring are bored, Lorenzo.
It's been months now.
You need to stop moping around the house and get out.
Make some new friends.
Well, off you go, then.
And as for you, you will pay for such oafish clumsiness.
That will come out of your wages for the next three years.
Oh, actually, Papa, that was...
No, no, no. It's way off.
What's the matter with you this morning? Do it again.
We're nearly out of lapis lazuli, Maestro.
Not surprising when you mix it so badly.
Leonardo, go buy some more.
Er... I should just go with him.
Yes, excellent idea(!)
You two go frolicking off and fritter away my time as well as my money.
Just mix the blue, and get it right this time.
< Coffee, coffee, coffee.
Whoa! I wish you wouldn't do that.
Just watching your back, my friend.
Well, you don't need to. We won. We beat him, didn't we?
Yeah, yeah. We did.
-And if he tries to attack me again, we'll beat him again. Yes?
Yes, I know, I've seen him.
-Maybe we should go over.
-No. I'm not talking to him.
He made his choice, there's nothing more to say.
# You pull me apart, now you pull me apart
# In a pool with the sharks I fall from the start... #
-Here, let me have a go.
-Think you've got it, do you?
I know I've got it. I'm the Mac. Watch me!
You know you're going to fall in the dirt, don't you?
Whoa! Whoa! Oh! Oh!
You're such a gonzo.
Va bene, Master Lorenzo?
Of course, why wouldn't I be?
Not now. I'm not in the mood.
You've captured him perfectly, Maestro.
Yes. Would Signor Costa care to examine the work?
I think you will be pleased with the result.
Well, I most certainly am not.
Call yourself an artist? You call THAT a portrait?
Pah! E spazzatura! It's nothing like me, it's tat.
And if you think I am going to pay YOU for that monstrosity, well,
you've got another think coming, Sir!
I can assure you it's a very good likeness.
Costa. You owe me 20 florins.
I will not pay you a single one, Sir!
You will pay me Costa, or I'll have the Magistrate onto you.
I will not pay for sub-standard work.
My work is of the highest quality.
A chimpanzee could do a better job. A big, old chimpanzee!
-How dare you!
-A big, old, blindfolded chimpanzee!
-What's going on?
-He won't pay him.
Porca miseria! Give me my money.
I would rather give it to the beggars. You charlatan!
Cheat! This man cannot paint his way out of a paper bag!
-Maestro! Come away.
-Let me go!
-My eye! My eye!
Thief! Scoundrel! Give me my purse!
You're the scoundrel! Farabutto!
Did you see that? Did you see?
He tried to steal my purse.
You're lucky, Sir, that I don't report you to the Magistrate.
A week's work down the drain.
That portrait was an excellent likeness.
I'll have my money from that swindler if it kills me.
-Maestro, where are you going? Maybe you should...
-To get a drink!
Go and clear up in there. And get that portrait out of my sight.
I don't want his ugly mug staring me in the face when I get back.
Is the Maestro back?
He won't break the curfew. He'll stay in the tavern now.
-And be in a foul mood tomorrow.
-The man cheated him.
I know. I know. But he can be scary when he's angry.
A surprise for Placidi if he comes back.
Where's the rest of my money? I earned it.
You can see the eye.
You did a good job, my friend.
Well, that concludes our business, then.
Come on, wake up. Time to go home. Come on.
All right! Let me sleep.
You'll be sorry in the morning.
You know what you have to say.
-And you're sure nobody saw you?
We don't want anyone thinking there are two identical ones, do we?
Cosimo! Bring me coffee!
Oh, it's you. Bring me coffee.
And keep it down, can't you?
I take it this is one of your idiot pranks.
-I can explain.
-Don't bother. I'm going to change.
By order of the Duke, search the premises. Leave no stone unturned.
Where do you think you're going?
-Hey! Hey, leave that alone!
-Get out of it...
Get out of my way, boy. >
Not those, please! >
What's going on?
Andrea del Verrocchio. I am arresting you for murder.
-You can't be serious.
Who am I supposed to have murdered?
This man. Signor Antonio Costa.
Why are your clothes wet?
Attempting to wash away the blood, no doubt.
It was me, I put it there.
-There was a bucket over the door.
-We had a break in...
Where were you last night?
I was in the tavern.
The tavern outside which Signor Costa was killed.
I was asleep.
The tavern owner says you could easily have sneaked out.
-Come back in again.
-But I didn't.
And then there's the witness.
-The witness who saw you do it.
Not possible. It can't be.
Maestro, tell them!
Several other witnesses saw you fighting with him
-earlier in the day.
-He refused to pay.
And so you smashed his skull in and took his purse.
-No! He didn't, he couldn't have.
So, what is this?
Take him away.
-KNOCK AT DOOR
It is done. The Magistrate has taken him to gaol.
I would like to have seen the boy's face.
He does so love his Maestro.
You don't...you don't think there's any way he could have done it?
No! No, I don't.
Go to Mac's and see if he can find out anything about this "witness".
All right, there's some bread and some fruits,
and some of his biscotti that he likes.
I don't know what he'll do without his coffee.
Do they give you coffee in prison?
-Don't worry, Cosi, I'm sure they do.
-He's like a bear with a sore head without his coffee.
They will let him go, won't they?
Course they will.
It's just...in town, people were saying it's happened before.
-That he's done it before.
When he was young, he killed a boy the same way. With a rock.
That's rubbish! That's mindless gossip.
These artist types are all the same. Terrible tempers.
And drinkers, too, more often than not.
Apparently, he'd been in the tavern all night,
drinking himself into a murderous frenzy.
It makes my skin crawl.
He painted Lorenzo's portrait, didn't he?
It's one of my favourites.
We'll have to take it down.
We can't display the work of murderers on our walls.
I'll instruct the servants.
Thieves and robbers and murderers
roaming the streets like feral animals.
We're barely safe in our beds at night.
I'll feel better once the man is executed.
He has to have a trial first.
One can't simply just hang people. More's the pity.
Naturalmente. A trial, and then he will hang.
The man is clearly guilty. Everybody says so.
Lorenzo, you've not eaten a thing.
I'm not hungry.
I don't know what's happened to your appetite recently.
At least try the pickled peacock. E delizioso.
Lorenzo, walk with me. I want to talk to you.
I brought you these.
I don't know what I'd do if I couldn't draw. It's like breathing.
They're saying I've done it before, aren't they?
Nobody believes that.
Why not? It's the truth.
I have killed before.
When I was about your age. We were messing about, throwing rocks.
I hit my best friend on the head. It was an accident.
But a boy still died.
What do you think of your Maestro now?
It doesn't... It doesn't change the way I feel.
It was an accident.
I didn't kill Costa, I swear to you on my life.
Somebody's going to a lot of trouble to make it look like you did.
You're being set up. Framed.
My dad! My dad!
My dad will help us. He'll prove you're innocent.
I just need to speak to my dad! Jailer!
He can't have.
I'm fond of him too, Lorenzo. But facts are facts.
And you have to face them.
He can't be a murderer.
Well, sadly, he is. Signor Verrocchio has a temper.
And he's done it before. He killed a boy. With a rock.
It was an accident. Or so he says.
Can't you do anything, Papa?
Oh, I am doing something. Costa, the murdered man, worked for me.
I'll make sure that justice is done.
Come on, let me buy you an ice cream.
Due gelati, per favore.
Dad, erm... have you... Have you heard?
Have you heard about Signor Verrocchio?
I'd have to be cloth-eared not to. It's all over town.
I don't know what the man was thinking.
But if the workshop's closed down,
we'll have to find you somewhere else to live.
It won't be closed down.
I suppose you could come and stay with us for a couple of days.
But it's a bit tricky.
Haven't ever got around to actually telling Francesca I've got a son.
And what with the wedding coming up, it's not the best timing.
You're getting married?
Didn't I tell you? Anyway, that's by the by -
the point is, you're going to be without a job, without lodgings.
We're going to have to find you a new apprenticeship, presto.
No. No, No. You don't understand. None of it's true.
Verrocchio is innocent. He didn't do it.
He needs a good lawyer, and you're the best.
The evidence against Verrocchio is strong, practically unassailable.
He was at the tavern, a witness saw him do it.
Yes, yes, yes, but he was killed in exactly the same way
-as Verrocchio's friend died. With a rock. Do you see?
That he didn't have the imagination to choose a different method?
That he's being set up, he's being framed. That's the only explanation.
Enough, Leonardo. The victim's purse was found in his workshop.
It must have been...
..planted. Of course!
A few nights ago, Dad,
-someone broke in and that's when they did it...
-I said enough!
You need to grow up. You're not a child any more,
and the world is not always what you want it to be.
Verrocchio is innocent. Please take the case.
I couldn't, even if I wanted to.
the Magistrate wants me to present the case
-AGAINST Signor Verrocchio.
Dad, I'm begging you, tell them you've changed your mind.
Apparently, Piero de' Medici has asked for me especially.
-It's a great honour.
His Excellency, Piero de' Medici himself!
All makes sense, taking revenge in the most hurtful way he can.
Destroying the workshop, destroying Verrocchio.
Leo said he got Placidi to plant the purse.
There must have been two.
He planted one, and made sure
witnesses saw the other one when they fought.
If we could prove there were two purses...
No, he would have destroyed it. He's anticipated our every move.
He's even got my dad against us.
-It's not your fault.
-Isn't it? Isn't it? I never saw it coming.
I thought he'd come after me,
but I never thought Verrocchio would be in danger.
-I never saw it coming.
-None of us did.
I was arrogant. Stupid. Thinking we could beat him.
-How? How can we beat him? He's got us cornered.
-Don't say that, Leo. Don't say that.
We'll think of something.
Yeah, but we've got to be quick.
The case is being heard tomorrow and if Verrocchio is found guilty...
He'll be executed.
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