Dragon Hunt Leonardo

KNOCK ON DOOR

Machiavelli!

All right, keep your wig on...

Machiavelli!

What?

My name is Salvatore Landucci. I have something to show you.

-Is this what I think it is?

-Depends what you think it is.

The Lost Dragon of Mesopotamia.

-It's not lost, because I know where it is.

-Where?

All right, I don't know exactly where it is.

My brother went to look and now he's disappeared.

They say the dragon's cursed.

-Yes, I've read something about that...

-So what do you want from me?

Help to find the treasure, and my brother, of course.

I'll pay you well.

Why me?

I told people I needed help and they all said, "Niccolo Machiavelli.

"He's your man."

The dragon's location is hidden by a series of clues.

My brother left this behind.

-I've been trying to solve it for days.

-Let me see.

Can you decode it?

Uh... Yeah. Sure, sure. Just let me get a second opinion...

-It's a basic substitution cipher.

-Yeah, that's what I thought.

Each letter stands for another. You just need a key...a word...

What kind of word?

Maybe something to do with dragons, or monsters...

The dragon's name is Humbaba.

Humbaba, 'course it is. Everyone knows that.

H-U-M-B-A-B-A.

OK.

Excellency! Excellency! Excellency! The Duke has been injured!

Not dead?

They're bringing him here. Scarpa only wounded him.

Is it fatal?

Oh! My poor, dear cousin!

Never fear, you will survive this terrible outrage.

You will have the best care possible. Quickly, fetch the doctor.

Got it. I stand in the Piazza.

Three hours before noon, I point the way.

Looks like I went to the wrong expert.

What's that supposed to mean?

You've done nothing. Leonardo is the person I need.

Oh, look, you've made and agreement with Mac.

My brother might be dead!

-What?

-My brother, he solved the clue without me

and went to find the dragon on his own.

-I fear the curse has taken him.

-Now you're suddenly worried about your brother(!)

It's you that doesn't care about him.

All he cares about is the money. Please, you have to help me find him.

-This so-called brother of yours, what's his name anyway?

-Adriano.

What's the problem, Mac?

-He's jealous. Leo, please just ignore him.

-I'm not jealous!

-You are being kind of unsympathetic.

-Look, you may be cleverer than me,

but there's some things you don't see.

-What and you do?

-Yeah. Yeah, I do.

-Like what?

There's something odd about this brother story -

-I'm not convinced he even has a brother.

-Who's this then?

He's suspicious of everyone.

And you're naive. There's something not right here.

-And if you had any sense at all, you'd listen to me.

-Andiamo.

Fine. But don't expect me to come with you.

I'm sure we'll manage without you.

Fine.

You know, you remind me of my brother - he's a genius too.

So busy inventing things, he forgets to eat.

Hey! Lorenzo!

Lorenzo de'Medici.

Keep your voice down. I'm trying to hide from the guards.

-Who's your mate?

-This is Salvat...

No one important, Master Lorenzo.

His brother's missing, we're trying to find him.

Sounds fun. I might tag along.

Surely a Medici has greater demands on his time.

No. I'm supposed to be composing romantic poetry for my fiancee,

hence hiding from the guards.

But you're Lorenzo de'Medici! Lorenzo de'Medici!

-What did you do that for?

-Master Medici.

We don't need anyone slowing us down.

Look, that must be the next clue.

He's pointing that way. Let's go. Leonardo?

The clue said, "Three hours before noon I point the way."

That's in two hours time.

You're the genius, but I really don't think he's going to move.

Maybe not...but that will.

As the sun moves in the sky, the shadow will point somewhere new.

So we've got to wait another two hours? We haven't got time...

Pass me the spoon - the long one.

In two hours' time, the sun will be approximately there,

meaning that the shadow will point...there.

Master Lorenzo. Can you come with me please?

That's not fair. Two against one, that's hardly sporting behaviour.

We have and emergency situation, Master Lorenzo.

The Duke has been wounded by a Milanese arrow.

You're a prime target for murder or kidnap.

Oh. Well, in that case,

-I better come back to the palace with you after all.

-Yeah, right.

Someone else has done this recently.

Adriano! I told you, you're exactly like him!

Ha-ha!

-It's some sort of...

-Pattern.

-It's a street map of Florence.

And that is where we're going next.

-Scusi, Maestro. Where's Leonardo?

-How should I know?

I thought perhaps you'd sent him on an errand.

I've given up sending that boy on errands.

He tends to get distracted.

HE WHISTLES

-Have you seen Leo?

-Yeah. While you were sleeping,

he went on a quest to find the cursed silver dragon of Mesopotamia.

-No, really. Where is he?

-Really.

-I need to start getting up earlier.

I don't trust the guy he went off with.

So you just let him go?

No. I tried to stop him, but you know what Leo's like.

Maestro, I think I know where Leonardo is. May I go and fetch him?

Please do. And tell him he's in very deep trouble.

I really hope that's not true.

Are you sure this is right?

This is the place.

There's something here, something in the ground.

-Fantastico! Here.

-No, too easy.

-What?

The dragon's not going to be buried here.

Any fool could find it.

A map with no destination.

Hold that.

This used to be a fountain.

Look at the design - 300, 400 years old

That is our next stop.

-That's the city tower.

-That's right.

-Andiamo.

-See there are street smarts...

-Which we've got...

In abundance, and then there's Leo smarts...

-Which we haven't got at all.

-Don't underestimate yourself.

I know he thinks we haven't, with his,

"I'm the only one who can solve puzzles" attitude.

-But I know exactly where they went.

-How?

See that statue? It's the next clue.

"I stand in the Piazza and point the way."

It's pointing at the palace. See? This isn't so difficult.

Who needs Leo?

-Maybe the clue's inside the tower?

-No. Inside is too...

Too easy. Right.

No X, no nothing. What do we do?

Are you sure this is...?

It's here. Whatever it is, it's here, we're just not seeing it.

Whoever set this trail is testing us to see how far we'll go.

You're the genius, but any farther than that looks like a bad idea.

It's testing how badly we want this.

-Hold my legs.

-What?

-I've got it!

-What is it? Can you see the dragon?

-Porca miseria, attenzione!

-Scusi.

320...leagues is too far, it must be steps.

-Flying...sun...that's outside the city gates.

-What?

It's a riddle - 320 steps to where the bird flies,

180 to the sun's rise, you got it?

South and east.

Birds fly south in the winter, the sun rises in the east -

it's another set of directions.

How clever. And that's where we'll find the dragon?

Adriano will be there. We will save him

Yes, my poor brother, of course.

-What exactly are we looking for?

-Try to think like Leo.

What would he do in this situation?

-I have literally no idea.

-Well, that could be a problem.

DOOR CLOSES

-Lorenzo! Over here.

-Santa Maria! What are you doing?

You've not seen a dragon by any chance? About this high, silver.

Get out of here! The guards will kill you!

Relax. We've snuck into the palace loads of times.

-We've never get caught.

-Hardly ever.

-Hardly ever.

Have you heard the news? The Duke has been shot.

If the guards see, you they'll take you for assassins and kill you.

-Lorenzo!

-Go! Presto!

151, 152, 153.

Come on. 159, 160, 161, 162, 163...

This is it.

Adriano!

Adriano Landucci!

-Are you sure this is it?

-It's got to be.

So, basically, we need to go down, down there, into that deep,

dark bottomless pit of nothingness.

Well, yes, if you want to find your brother.

Doesn't need both of us to go down.

-Perhaps, one of us should stay up here.

-Yeah, maybe you're right.

Then one of us can get help if something goes wrong.

-I should go. He's my brother.

-OK.

Although, once again, thinking about it...

There could be anything down there. I mean...a clue, for instance.

What if there was another clue down there?

-I won't be able to solve it.

-You're right - I'd better go down.

Adriano Landucci.

Are you here?

Adriano!

HE SCREAMS

-Leo!

-Ciao.

Leo, are you all right?

Bellissimo.

Leonardo?

Ready?

Well, let's hope you're not cursed, otherwise I am in big...

-How did you find me?

-What?

How did you find me?

-I followed the clues.

-Impossibile!

-You did it.

-Well, I'm a genius.

-Oh, right.

Who but a genius could succeed in finding the silver

dragon of Mesopotamia?

Then again, you have found yourself stuck at the bottom of a big hole.

-A miscalculation.

-Perhaps if you hadn't left your brother behind,

-he could have helped.

-You're in league with him.

-He sent you here to steal my dragon.

-No.

-What have you done with her?

I sent it up to Salvatore.

He will explain everything once he's pulled us out.

And when will that be, exactly?

Stupido. He came to steal the dragon, not rescue me.

No. You're wrong. He will let us out.

Look, here's the rope now.

Ciao!

Salvatore!

Arrivederci.

Salvatore!

Salvatore!

OK, we need to think. Perhaps there's another way out.

We should look.

Oh, that's a good idea.

Wonder why I didn't think of that during the week I've been

-trapped here.

-OK. There's no way out.

But I have a friend - he knows I went off with Salvatore.

He'll come. He'll find us.

We're never going to find him. I give up, it's hopeless.

Wherever Leo's got to, he's on his own.

But did you actually tell him where you were going?

Not exactly...no. No, no, I didn't.

I said I didn't need him.

I think my exact words were, "We'll manage without you."

He's going to be all right, isn't he?

'Course. He's Leo, he's always all right.

He's probably found the dragon

-and gone off celebrating with...that's him!

-Leo?

The guy who went off with him.

Why is he on his own? Salvatore Landucci!

-What are you going to do?

-Get the truth out of him.

Hey! Salvatore!

Oh! There you are, my friend.

I've... I've been searching for you everywhere.

-Where's Leo?

-He is...dead!

-You're lying...

-Try to contain your grief, Tomaso.

The curse, it's taken my brother and now your friend.

We will never see their like again.

And the two silver dragons of Mesopotamia are both lost forever.

Yes. Well, one. Only one silver dragon of Mesopotamia.

There are two. While you were gone, I read up on the legend.

The dragon Humbaba had a brother, Chim-hoho.

The two are hidden together. Each alone is valuable,

but the pair would make their owner the richest man on earth.

Really?

Not that it matters. They are both lost, and so is Leonardo!

Oh, it is a tragedy, a tragedy.

You...definitely sure there were two?

-Yes, not that it matters.

-It matters not at all.

And now we must mourn our dead friend.

And I my brother. Farewell.

You see? Who needs to follow lots of fancy clues

when you can follow one greedy idiot?

Mac, you're the best liar I've ever met.

Grazie.

Prego.

How is he, doctor?

He's a lucky man. The arrow missed his heart by less than an inch.

-Is he going to die?

-He has a fighting spirit.

If anyone can survive such a thing, he can.

But, for now, all we can do is sit with him, talk to him,

keep his spirits up.

Yes, father.

Just don't tire him out.

Your Grace.

Uncle.

It's me, Lorenzo.

I see they've taken the arrow out - that's got to be a relief.

When I had my rotten tooth out,

they let me keep it

in a little jar.

-Beetle? They're surprisingly juicy.

-No, thanks.

You might not be so fussy after a few days down here.

I don't eat any animals.

No animals? I see. Hope you like cobwebs.

There's no way out, you know.

If I can't find one, no-one can. I'm a genius.

You've mentioned that already - several times.

Look!

Oi! What...! Oi!

Get off!

Hello? Anyone here?

Where else would we be?

Adriano, you're alive! Oh, thank the Lord!

Oi! You left us here to rot.

No, no. I was merely transporting the dragon to a safe location.

Now I've come back for you two... And the other dragon, of course.

-What other dragon?

-Now...you're playing games with me.

There's no second dragon.

Oh, I see what's going on here.

The two geniuses have formed a little alliance against me.

This is totally insane.

I'm not leaving without the second dragon.

OK, Salvatore, you win. The second dragon is just over there.

Can't the two of you see what you're doing?

Leo!

OK. You warned me and I didn't listen - I was stupid.

Yep, and arrogant.

-You're never going to let me forget this, are you?

-No.

-You're too trusting.

-Oh, here we go.

E vero. When you've live on the streets like us...

You get to read people.

And understand their tics - whether they're lying or

telling the truth.

I wonder what he did with the dragon.

-Who cares? That thing was cursed.

-What?

-You're not serious, are you?

You saw what it did to those two.

If that's not a curse, I don't know what is.

I know - why don't we both climb up together?

-Too heavy - the rope would snap.

-Why should I trust you?

Well, why should I trust you? I'll go first.

No, I'll go first.

No, I'll go first.

No, I'll go first.

-No, I'll go first!

-No, I'll go first!

My father will find those Milanese mur...

attempted murderers, and bring them to justice.

Thank you, Lorenzo.

Now, I need a moment with the Duke in private.

Yes, father.

You should prepare yourself for the worst.

Cousin? Can you hear me?

Take some of this.

I was deeply shocked when I heard what had happened to you, cousin.

That you should be wounded by an arrow.

Wounded, when I gave strict instructions that they should

shoot to kill.

Still, there is a certain benefit to their incompetence.

This way, I get the satisfaction of finishing the job myself.

Every cloud, and all that.

Later today,

I will announce your tragic death to the people of Florence.

They will cry out for revenge against Milan, and for a strong new leader.

My son, Rocco...he will be Duke.

You're delirious. Your son's dead, you silly old duffer.

Lost at sea years ago.

Medicine. Medicine...

Whatever gave you the idea that this was medicine?

I'm sorry, Lorenzo.

He lost the fight.

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