What does that say?
Oh, I see.
It's backwards.
"What follows is based on events
in the life of Leonardo da Vinci."
Ta-ta-ta! The story begins.
In rivers, the water that you touch
is the last of what has passed
and the first of that which comes,
so with present time.
Maestro?
Maestro Leonardo?
Lost in your thoughts again?
You had something you wanted to show me.
Sorry, Francesco. I-- I was somewhere else.
See, I wanted to show you this.
Bellissima questa!
Cecco,
these mirrors will allow me to study the moon more closely
to discover if indeed it is covered in seas.
Here and here.
Or maybe it isn't. Who knows?
Find if there is a man in the moon.
And-- and look here.
I can continue my study of the cosmos.
Did you know,
Lucretius predicted other Earths around these stars?
That we are not the center of all things.
No.
But I do know these ideas will bring you much trouble.
Like, dead trouble.
Oh.
It's all just so fascinating.
There-- there's so much to discover,
so much to learn, and--
- But, Maestro... - Anyway.
Don't you worry that your desire to know everything
might be dangerous with the Pope?
Ah, yes, the Pope.
He'd like it if these mirrors were a weapon
to fry his blasphemous enemies.
They could be used that way, you know?
Just as the great Archimedes demonstrated at Syracuse.
Of course, I'm using the moon's reflected light here.
But if this were the direct light of the sun,
it would be a very powerful weapon
for his holiness.
Ah si, terribile.
Ah, Zoroastro. Has the delivery arrived?
Mm-hmm.
Excellent. We've not a moment to lose.
Nothing to fear in truth and knowledge.
But not everyone is a Leonardo da Vinci.
Well, no, they don't have to be.
They just have to open up their minds and see.
See what can be unburdened by what has been.
The Holy Father may differ with you on this point.
It's late. Maybe some rest.
Cecco, remember.
A well-spent day brings a happy sleep.
Uno, due, tre.
And I have much, much more to do this day before--
before I sleep.
Buonasera Zoroastro!
I see you prepared the delivery, our new specimen.
Bravo mi amico.
Look, here. See how all is in balance.
How all is interconnected.
Man is such a marvelous machine.
I will now journey further into the unknown.
Bring the light closer, Cecco, per favore.
Aristotle called it "Anima".
The spirit, the soul,
the animating principle of all things.
If I can find its home,
I will find the answer to life itself.
- Who's that? Could-- could it be...
Tell me your secrets.
I fear you.
But you will not stop me
until I find the answer to life itself!
Blasphemy!
That's it! Call in the executioner.
Make ready this heretic's pyre.
You. You.
You cannot hide this sacrilege from me.
But, your holiness--
Florentine, this dissection business is foul.
Tell him, Giuliano. You are his patron after all.
Yes, your holiness. Leonardo, what--
Why can't you just be satisfied with painting pretty things?
Pretty things for the everlasting glory
of the Lord, like a good little artist.
Meh.
Even Michelangelo agrees.
Is that right?
Hmm.
With due respect, your Holiness does only manage
to give the art commissions to the younger talents.
- Well, yes. - But he never finishes anything.
I mean, what do you expect me to do?
Your holiness.
I investigate these mysteries, the cosmos,
the human body--
Out of curiosity.
It's to learn.
The outside often hides what is inside.
Would it not be wondrous to find the answer?
The answer? Some things are left unanswered.
Some things are only answered by God and the church.
This is the end of your curiosity.
No more dissections. No more desecrations.
There is nothing else to learn.
At least not with a cutting and the blood and awful
and the--
I don't even want to think about it.
My incense! Bring me my incense.
Your holiness.
If we are created in God's image
then certainly Leonardo's abilities
are an exemplar of God's creation of man.
Well, more like the devil's, really.
But like all men, he is fallible.
And in need of a shepherd.
Uh, not this again.
Ah, yes, a shepherd.
My child...
♪ The shepherd leads the way ♪
♪ Sheep go about their day ♪
♪ They grow their wool They breed and then they die ♪
♪ And with each hour spent ♪
♪ Sheep are safe They are content ♪
♪ They have no need to learn Nor question why ♪
♪ For the shepherd He will feed them ♪
♪ On the narrow path He'll lead them ♪
♪ For evil wolves can tear them Limb from limb ♪
♪ For the shepherd Will protect them ♪
♪ Wolves? He will deflect them ♪
♪ They need only place Their trust in him ♪
♪ Amen ♪
It is simple.
Now, as your shepherd,
may I suggest you paint me a nice altarpiece.
Or I know, I have a lot of ceilings,
you can paint me one of those.
- It's urgent. - I must see his holiness.
Your holiness,
I regret to inform you of the defeat
of your gallant army,
and that of your allies the Milanese at Marignano.
The French?
Um...
A war council, your Holiness?
Yes, war council!
War council.
-War council. War council. -War council. War council.
Ah, yes.
Now, you can earn your keep, military engineer,
to the Papal court.
I want something really awful.
Something that will put the fear of God
into that heathen French King of theirs.
Um, what's his name again?
You know, he's the new one. Charles? Henry?
Francis I, your holiness. I just married his cousin.
-Oh yes, lovely wedding. -Thank you, your holiness.
Florentine, let's show Francis I what God Almighty is all about!
Ah.
May I request a sheaf of paper?
Paper? Why for heaven's sake?
-Oh, I suppose. -Paper.
-Paper. Paper. -Paper. Paper.
What are they doing?
Your holiness, I can easily create
the most effective machines of war.
Lights please.
Yes.
Oh, yes.
I love it. I really do.
Oh, that is just heinous. Look at those French run!
Ooh la la! Get those weapons, my spies!
I-- I-- I-- - Wait, what just happened?
They're attacking the wrong army!
Oh, that is horrible.
Well, certainly in war,
one must be prepared for the enemy
to acquire and learn your technology.
They then use your weapons against you.
It has always been that way.
Oh, well, I don't love that.
I really don't.
Always?
It does seem that way, your Holiness.
-Never ends, really. -Ah, shoot.
Those weapons seemed really fun, too.
Well, what do we do?
Can't let some brie-eating namby-pamby get my weapons.
And I can't let him trounce my army
and get away with it either.
Your Holiness, may I recommend that you show
that you are greater than he and offer peace?
Show him the power of God's love to forgive.
Show him the way.
Be his shepherd.
Shepherd? Hmm.
Florentine, using your curiosity,
I command you to create a bauble.
A gift that will cement the peace
between the Kingdom of Heaven and the Kingdom of France.
If you are successful,
I shall allow you to continue your studies.
However, search for the soul,
you will find you and your curiosity
on the heretic's pyre.
Let there be peace!
Yahoo!
A beast!
Una bestia.
It's a demon.
Unbelievable.
Amazing.
Fascinating.
How does it come alive?
You see, your majesty,
it is powered by a clockwork mechanism
based on springs.
Operating in an efficient, elegant way.
Not unlike that of a real animal.
Although, much simpler, of course.
Woah.
I don't understand.
How can one recoil in fear
at something as inventive as your wonderful lion?
Yahoo!
Wow!
Fascinating.
You are a wizard, Maestro Leonardo.
Um, your majesty,
would you ever consider an old wizard such as myself
welcomed in your kingdom?
A most generous offer, Maestro.
I would be honored.
However, you already have a powerful patron
in Cardinal Giuliano de Medici.
True.
Oh, forgive me, majesty, for such a presumptuous inquiry.
Perhaps if your situation should change.
With Giuliano dead,
now what am I supposed to do with you?
Now the raindrops fall and join the river's flow.
They heed the ocean's call
whose depths we'll never know.
Can you ever forgive me?
Have I let you down, my friend?
What counsel can you give me?
Have we really reached the end?
♪ We're out of time We're out of time ♪
♪ There's nowhere left to go ♪
♪ We're out of time We're out of time ♪
♪ Now we will never know ♪
A message from the royal court of France.
"Maestro Leonardo, the Florentine...
- ...mon père." - "Mon père."
May I call you "mon père"?
For I could very well see you as a father to me.
I, King Francis I,
monarch of the magnificent Kingdom of France,
have reconsidered your offer
and invite you, the genius of all artists,
to join the royal court of France
and become first painter, engineer, and architect
to myself, King Francis I,
the King of France.
P.S. Do make haste, for mighty fortune awaits.
♪ Oh, how I love a black canvas Far from the shadow of Rome ♪
♪ What fun it will be To plan this ♪
♪ Arrangement of our new home ♪
♪ This will be The perfect library ♪
♪ A study beyond compare ♪
♪ I could openly look At any book ♪
♪ The Pope need not know Nor care ♪
The Pope will find out.
Hmm.
♪ Over here we'll study optics ♪
♪ How this prism Refracts our light ♪
♪ We'll investigate So many topics ♪
♪ Even build A mechanical knight ♪
♪ This room is for engineering ♪
♪ The physics of weight And measure ♪
♪ Hydraulics, mathematics Applied kinematics ♪
♪ We'll have no time For leisure ♪
♪ Down here, this room ♪
♪ A place to perfect machines ♪
♪ Ornithopter, helioscrew Secret hidden and out of view ♪
♪ Secure and remote An underground location ♪
♪ The perfect place To continue ♪
♪ My investigation Of the ultimate goal ♪
♪ The discovery And the whereabouts ♪
♪ Of the human soul ♪
We're not sleeping down here.
Right, where will you stay?
Come, come this way.
♪ The Chateaux de Cloux Has got everything ♪
♪ Pure intellectual freedom ♪
♪ The trust of a young And enlightened king ♪
♪ How I'll inspire And lead him ♪
-♪ A new age ♪ -♪ A new age ♪
-♪ Of wisdom ♪ -♪ Of wisdom ♪
-♪ And freedom ♪ -♪ Freedom ♪
Maestro?
Do you think it advisable to begin your dissections again?
We don't know this king's views on such matters.
Yes, your concern is noted, but this king must be different.
He was born in an age of discovery.
His mind is open to new ideas and to--
Most honorable Maestro Leonardo the Florentine.
I am required to escort you and your companions
to be received by his royal majesty,
King Francis I at Castle Remorantin,
a two-day journey.
But we've only just arrived
at Le Cloux and Castle Amboise.
By order of the king,
please prepare to leave upon the hour.
Merci beaucoup.
Ah, I'm sure he has an excellent reason.
Is that you?
Is it really you?
Welcome to France, Maestro Leonardo.
I thought you would never get here.
How was your journey? Exciting?
Come, everyone is anxious to meet you.
As you can see, we are building a modern castle
to project my new power.
It is going to be huge.
It is made of stone and it will have cannons.
It is going to be grand. Very grand.
Everyone, everyone, he is finally here.
Leonardo the Florentine, mon père,
the greatest mind in all of Europe.
Hmm.
Shh, be quiet.
Maestro, may I introduce my mother, Louise de Savoy.
I welcome you, Maestro.
Aristotle to my Alexander, Merlin to my Arthur.
Your prestige and wisdom will aid our petit César
to be the greatest king in the history of France.
Vive le Roi!
Mother, you're embarrassing me.
Madame la Duchesse.
I am honored to be thought of in such company
and humbled by your faith in me.
Um, now, with so much to do,
I'd like to return to my new workshop.
Perhaps you have met the king's current architect and engineer,
Il Boccador and Pierre Nepveu.
We are merely servants
in the presence of such a genius as yourself.
Your reputation precedes you.
Grazie, signori.
-Your majesty, I would like to-- -Il Bocador, how about a tour?
Thank you, Your Majesty.
If you will all follow me this way, mind your step.
Your Majesty, I would like to return to my work.
Oh, yes, yes, of course.
But Maestro, you will find this quite fascinating.
Notice here on the left,
to protect against modern cannon fire,
we've angled the curtain walls
following the latest advancements
in defense thinking and construction.
The idea being that when a cannon ball hits the wall,
it bounces off at a 45-degree angle,
clearing the lake and landing on the enemy approaching.
This will matter for efficiency in defense.
If you look outside the castle,
you'll notice the digging of the trench
which was made...
Fascinating.
Crocodiles, alligators and--
What is the Maestro doing?
Yes, do tell, mon père.
Maestro Leonardo, this is quite unusual behavior.
You see, we are testing the ground,
your majesty.
Something that was not done prior to construction.
Why, it most certainly was, wasn't it?
It was. Of course, it was.
My best people tested it and told me it was perfect.
In fact, solid.
-Did you not, Nepveu? -Oh, yes, I did.
Perfect, solid. Perfect and solid. Solid soil.
Well, my good man, if you tested it yourself,
you would have found that this ground
is completely unsuitable to build a castle on.
It is too soft.
One good rainstorm
and the castle will slide right into the river.
Was I correct?
He's a genius!
Maestro, where should this powerful castle be located?
I would propose you build it um...
Ah, yes, over there.
But that is full of rocks!
It would be too hard to dig there,
what are you talking about?
I don't know.
His head must be full of rocks!
That's what I was going to say!
It has come to my attention, gentlemen,
that people of accomplishment rarely sit back
and let things happen to them.
They go forth and happen to things.
Well said, Maestro!
Now that the location of the castle has been decided,
we must consider my statue.
Maestro, let me show you what I am thinking.
Il Boccador, Nepveu, will you assist me?
Ow, my back.
Hey, what do you think?
Something like this?
Of course, we are representing
a scaled-down model of the statue.
I should be more, more, more, more big!
Something powerful and bold to impress my fellow kings!
Uh-oh, Zoro,
I think the Maestro is lost again.
Mm-hmm.
-Is he alright? -What is wrong with him?
Hmm, hmm.
Your majesties, it will be revealed in
uno, due, tre...
Ha-ha-ha, of course!
An ideal city!
We will build the ideal city!
An idol city? What's an idol city?
Ideal?
An ideal city, your majesty.
Imagine this.
On the lowest level,
canals and cart traffic carrying goods
in and out of the city.
Amazing!
Up on that pedestrians stroll the shops and galleries.
A what?!
Gardens in abundance to clean the air.
All the water would be circulated
using Archimedes' ingenious screw
and the waste brought out away from the city
to the swamp sphere.
Where nature's own systems, smarter than ours,
will clean the water again.
The city would be living, breathing, healthy
and much better for the people than another castle.
Your majesty, something of that magnitude
and audacity is impossible.
Why, it is crazy talk!
It does seem ridiculous.
Hmm. No, I'm sorry, Maestro. I just don't see it.
Seems far too expansive and complicated.
Frankly, not very powerful.
What would King Henry and King Charles think?
King Henry? King Charles?
Besides, where would my statue go?
I believe it should be built.
Marguerite of Navarre!
Why, young lady, are you not back at Amboise
attending to your duties?
And with the children!
On the contrary, mother,
I would like to hear what Marguerite has to say.
Ah, sister, a grand entrance.
If only you were permitted to wear breeches,
you'd be every bit my equal.
Hmm.
Why, Your Majesty, I-- I think it should be built.
All roads of France will travel through this magnificent city.
A city for the people at the center of the world.
It would be a new Rome.
A new Rome on the Rantin River.
Rome on the Rantin.
Remorantin.
Why not rename Rémorantin Romorantin?
Oh, I like it!
Now, that sounds powerful.
Okay, let's give it a go.
Vive le Roi!
And don't forget my statue and maybe a big castle.
Ooh, this daft beggar's picked a right cold night
to go on. Eh?
Well, I certainly wouldn't want to go
-on a night like tonight. -Oh, love, it's not your time.
Aw. How about a wee little kiss?
And a little dance.
Yipptee-day-da-diddly-day dadoo-deeday-dooboy
No dancing in the graves.
Who do you think he was?
Just a lost soul with no kin or relations.
Ah, what's it all about then?
What's what all about?
This, life.
Eh, you don't be getting all off philosophical on me--
You know, we just come here come rain or shine.
All these questions just hurt me head.
We'll all get eaten by worms one day.
I don't know.
Here today, gone tomorrow is all.
Let's put him in before he gets away.
Ooh! Where did he go?
Uffa, che puzza!
What? Did you go back to Italy to get this one?
Hurry, get inside.
What is this?
Oh.
The senses?
These must be the senses.
You must be sight.
And you are smell.
Hearing. Hello.
Hello, hello.
Yuck!
I don't taste so good.
Touch, of course. How do you do?
The mind's eye, the window to the soul.
Oh.
Amazing.
Unbelievable.
The senses, the ministers of the soul.
They should lead me to the common sense
and to the soul itself.
Come è possibile?
Princess, forgive me, Mathurine did not announce you.
Oh, quite alright, I found my own way in.
These are wonderful.
I've never seen such imagination realized.
Si, si! Realized as just toys.
Prototypes of the Maestro's unfinished projects.
Oh.
Speaking of projects,
I was hoping to share some thoughts I had
on the Ideal City.
- The Ideal City. - Uh... um...
I believe the Maestro would be most interested.
-Whoa, whoa. Wait-- -No need to announce me.
The Maestro is not finished...
the drawings.
He's dissecting dead people.
Si.
The soul appears to reside in the seat of judgment.
Where all the senses come together,
which is called "the common sense".
The "senso comune."
It is the seat of the soul, the ruler,
the sovereign of life.
Ha ha, you will not stop me! O' Death!
Does he do this often?
Si.
And he has so many other interests to explore.
Cecco, I was in the cave of the mind,
the sense of comune.
I envisioned the five senses
and how they all converged toward the common sense and--
Oh, princess.
A city much like the human body hums and pulsates,
flexes, stretches, beats, even sings.
Everything is interconnected.
Thus, the purpose of my anatomy studies.
Interesting.
That's how that works.
Maestro Leonardo, you do not perform these studies
to benefit the Ideal City.
No, no, you are correct.
I am an anatomist to learn what makes us work.
Is there something inside?
Aristotle called it "anima",
the breath of life that-- that makes us--
that makes us who we are.
What we might call "the soul"?
Si, anima, soul.
The question is, why are we here?
What is our purpose? What is the meaning of life?
I understand now why you left Rome.
Your questions carry with them consequences.
Do you not have faith then?
Not that of blind faith, I assure you.
That is too easy.
Oh, come now. Faith does not make things easy.
Rather, faith makes things possible.
Don't you agree?
All I know is that blind faith
cannot prove the existence of a soul.
Using the power of reason, however,
observation and experiment,
I endeavor to find that soul, that meaning,
the one that lives on after we die.
The immortal one.
And when I find this immortal soul,
I hope it will share its answers about life.
So, you will not die?
No, I--
No.
I don't know.
Hmm. Interesting.
I wonder if this great question can be answered.
Bring me more paper!
I need something to show his majesty in the morning!
En garde! Prêts!
Allez!
-Maestro? -Madame la Duchesse.
Avance. Engager.
Attaque!
Majesty, if I could-- oh.
- Nice thrust, sir. - Cercle-Parer.
I have these sketches. Would you--
Balestra.
Maybe-- maybe you could just glance.
Sir, if you would-- Would your majesty care--
Reprise de l'attaque.
Mon père, ha-ha!
To further promote myself as King of France,
I have invited Emperor Charles V
of Spain and Germany, an expert with sword.
And Henry VIII of England, more a wrestler,
to visit us at Amboise and partake--
Oh, lookout!
In several weeks of festivities and excitement.
There are my equals, you know?
It is a king's job to be strong for his people,
cementing a peace with these kings
like I did with the Pope.
And you shall help me by knocking Charles and Henry
clean out of their crowns with your dazzling contraptions.
Oh, ah, I thought you had summoned me
to view the latest sketches of the Ideal City.
These project powerful forward thinking.
Of course, of course.
We can show them that, as well as battle re-enactments,
pyrotechniques, and I know, a big party!
A grand fete! You are good at that.
Just no jousts. Jousts are very last year.
Ah, yes. But what about the city?
Prise de Fer!
Of course, the king would like to see your city.
-En garde! -You will show me.
But first, make plans for a celebration.
One that will show the world my petit César, the king,
to be reckoned with.
Attaque!
- Touché! - Touché!
As you wish, your majesties.
Fammi capire.
You are tasked with the Ideal City,
battle re-enactments,
a grand fete for the kings of Europe,
all while hiding your studies into the secret of life.
Isn't the king asking a lot of you?
Yes, but all easily manageable.
-What are you looking for? -Your twin.
The only way you could do all of this
is for there to be two or three of you.
Come along.
It's about balance.
Now, that he asks for this big show for these kings,
we concentrate on that.
And I'll continue to hide my investigations.
And um, what if the king wants to see the Ideal City?
He won't. Not for some time.
Why? He never even looked at these sketches.
It's one-- it's one less project to worry about.
Si, bene.
You had me worried.
Ah, Maestro Leonardo, wonderful.
The way I see it, the people,
they want to work, they want to create.
Annette, Samuel,
we'll need bread to feed the workers.
Oh merci your highness, we are ever grateful!
The people want to be appreciated,
remembered for what they can accomplish.
Pierre-Luc, we will need your beautiful stonework.
Merci, your highness.
See you at the Ideal City!
The Ideal City?
Yes, you are such a genius.
As you said, the city is human,
so it also provides.
A city like this excites minds, it gives hope.
It's just so extraordinary.
- Princess, perhap-- - Hey.
-Perhaps you'd like-- -No.
Perhaps you'd like to see more?
-Hey, look, it's Michelangelo. -What? Where?
Princess, perhaps you'd like to see
more sketches of the city?
Yes, please.
The city was diverting funds from the poor and others in need
so I've had to scale back on certain things.
The statue, for instance, no longer seems necessary.
Also, lord knows we don't need more cannons in this world.
Reallocation of military spending
seemed the obvious course of action.
A wise decision, my lady.
His Majesty has approved these funding changes?
No, but he will.
The court is worried about the European kings and power,
public relations, the big picture.
We are helping by concerning ourselves with the day-to-day
and making change happen.
So, Maestro, does the city capture your studies?
Quite impressive, indeed.
I was thinking you should publish these ideas.
That way innovation and cities like this
could be created everywhere.
Perhaps, but, princess,
there are three classes of people in this world.
Those who see,
those who see when they are shown,
and those who do not see.
When those who do not see are in power,
which is often, they fear those who see.
You're implying my brother cannot see?
I'm beginning to have my doubts.
We will just have to make him see then,
-won't we? -Ah, yes.
So, what about this one? Any idea what he's all about?
- Pierre le petit pois? - He was a thief!
And a killer!
-A monster! -A monster!
Well, seems like a right waste.
To have just one life and to use it for bad.
But an honest day's work is something to strive for.
Let's dance! Huh?
Yipptee-day-da-diddly-doo da-diddly-day.
-Oh, nope, nope, no, no, no. -No dancing in the grave!
That's right.
Isn't it said, my love, the dead don't talk,
but do they walk?
Maybe they can.
Oh.
Remind me again why we needed
to take this dirty secret passage?
Oh. Why, mama?
Because we have a passage secret and can make a big surprise.
-It is fun. -If you say so.
Ah, mon père.
-I wonder who that could be. -Hmm.
Hmm.
You...
are Leonardo's apprentice, Zoroastro.
-Aren't I correct? -Hmm.
Ha! I never forget a face.
It appears your friend isn't well.
This must be...
Now, don't tell me.
It sounds like um, Melvin?
- Melon? - Melon?
What kind of a name is Melon?
I don't know. You said it sounds like Melvin.
Melbo, Marlo, Marzo, Marvin, Marzipan!
Or is the R messing me up?
You know, how you can have that one letter
- that just throws you? - Zoro.
Yes, your majesty.
Meltin, Melvin, Melzin, Melzina.
Argh! These flies are upon us.
- Mama mia, Zoroastro. - I don't feel so good.
Oh, poor Signor Melzi.
Signor Melzi! Ha-ha! See?
-I never forget. -Yes.
Very good, your majesty.
Now, if you'll excuse me.
Zoro, I need my bed.
- Too much of our local wine? - Eh, si.
- It is good, isn't it? - So good, que buono!
Gentlemen, where is the cadaver--
Royal majesties.
I've-- I've been expecting you.
-You have? -Ah, yes.
I uh-- I thought I'd show you my work.
Ah, Maestro.
But first, allow me, as it were,
to paint a picture for you.
What do you think of that?
Is it not a most audacious plan?
One to impress the kings of Europe?
So-- so this plan is to remove the Last Supper painting,
wall and all, and bring it to France?
Perfect timing, gentlemen.
Why don't you set up over here?
Voila.
We have laid out detailed diagrams.
-It is foolproof? -It is foolproof.
We'll have the painting in Amboise six months tops.
- Should take ten-- - Ten, maybe 20.
Twenty oxen to cart the fresco over the Alps.
Yes, correct.
We are going over for sure and oxen is the best way.
Yes, definitely oxen.
We tested different animals, chickens, hogs--
Not chickens. Oxen should be--
Chickens were not strong at all,
but we thought having eggs along the way,
supplying ample protein for the journey.
- A simple experiment. - We learned much from it.
Very flimsy animals.
Turns out chickens can't pull carts.
No need to worry about the chickens.
We'll have 20, which is much more than we need.
- Twenty oxen. - Oxen, yes.
To be clear, not the chickens.
Very similar to cows, but mightier.
We'll be diagramming this all out more thoroughly soon.
Come with me. I told you, don't mention the chickens.
Uh, I'm endeavoring to comprehend
why this is a good idea.
I want something big, mon père.
Something to impress Henry and Charles.
In fact, we can add the presentation
of the Last Supper to the grand show.
How are your preparations
for the battle re-enactments and the grand fete proceeding?
- Oh, quite well. - Very well indeed.
You see, this model here depicts the Ideal City.
Now, as you can see,
every building will be surrounded by gardens,
regulating temperature and reminding us
of our connection to the natural world.
Zoro, hand me that bottle.
Grazie.
Powered by water. It's like the human body.
The city's canals act like arteries.
They not only circulate the water,
but automate the bridges, pumps and locks.
moving goods from here to there.
Is this all there is?
Where is my statue?
I do not see that represented on this-- this toy!
Well, this is just a model.
The construction of the Ideal City
is going well.
Perhaps a visit to-- to-- to show you--
Maestro Leonardo, the kings arrive this spring
and it appears that rather than focusing
on His Majesty's celebration,
you have focused on this ridiculous city.
On the contrary, I-- I have all these ideas here.
Um.
Where did I--
Ah, grazie.
You see, a mechanical horse like the lion.
And uh-- Oh, oh, this knight.
Hmm?
Oh, oh.
Oops.
This here is a cannon
that shoots bouncing sheep-bladder balls.
We'd make larger ones for the grand fete, of course.
Alright, Maestro.
I expect you to apply all of your energies
to the presentation of my monarchy
to my fellow kings.
Do not fail me, mon père.
Of course not, your majesty. I will not fail you.
Oh, oh, oh, forgive me.
I--
I regret that I cannot do more with the city.
I must focus on the king's event.
It was Seneca, wasn't it?
Who said we are but dogs on our leads,
our freedom only extending as far as the leash is long.
Only to have fate pull us back.
Yes. Driver, turn us around quick.
-Oui, Your Highness. -Merci.
Hue!
- Cheer up, Maestro. - We will help you.
♪ Simple melody ♪
♪ Sing along with me ♪
♪ Soon our melody ♪
♪ Becomes a harmony ♪
♪ First we make a start ♪
♪ Each one plays a part ♪
♪ Find a path with heart ♪
♪ But first we make a start ♪
♪ Each one chose your role ♪
♪ Each part forms a whole ♪
♪ Body, spirit, soul ♪
♪ Each part will form a whole ♪
♪ Each fulfils their role ♪
♪ Each part forms a whole ♪
♪ Our community ♪
♪ Exists in harmony ♪
What are you looking for?
This.
A... a seed?
Si, from a tiny seed to the great cosmos,
everything is interconnected.
For it is from the smallest things,
the smallest gestures,
the kingdoms of the wonderful are born.
♪ From this tiny seed Knowledge is growing ♪
♪ From this tiny seed ♪
Whoo-hoo!
Ha-ha!
Charging!
Ha-ha! Run!
Na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na!
Woohoo!
Woohoohoo!
Maestro, you have outdone yourself.
The kings will be impressed, indeed.
This will not do.
I cannot be seen ridiculous in front of Charles and Henry.
Ow.
Maestro, didn't you mention showing us this city of yours?
Uh, yes.
Well then, on to Remo-- I mean, Romorantin.
But mama, we must redouble our efforts here.
The Ideal City.
I don't think we have the time.
♪ Humans in balance With God's creation ♪
♪ To all the world An inspiration ♪
♪ That's what's in store For our Ideal City ♪
♪ And what's more It's charming and pretty ♪
♪ Imagine the elements Of our town ♪
♪ Each one a part Of a healthy body ♪
♪ Each road an artery Flowing around ♪
♪ Carrying nutrients Near and broadly ♪
♪ Fresh water fountains Are centrally placed ♪
♪ Ensuring there's always Clean water to drink ♪
♪ Sewers invisibly Expel our waste ♪
♪ Securing our health Without having to think ♪
♪ Come see ♪
♪ We'll be humans and nature In harmony ♪
♪ Because our King Is the city's heart ♪
♪ He will reside In its most central part ♪
♪ No remote palace Crowned with a steeple ♪
♪ Our king will want To live 'mongst his people ♪
♪ We'll all reside Perfectly pleasantly ♪
♪ Arm and arm Monarch and peasantry ♪
♪ All work together A unified whole ♪
♪ Then we can say This city has soul ♪
♪ Come see ♪
♪ We'll be humans and nature In harmony ♪
♪ You'll see ♪
♪ We'll be city of peace And unity ♪
Bravo, bravo, bravo.
There are some fascinating things here.
A word comes to mind to describe it.
Unique. It is unique.
And curious.
Curious.
Curious I never saw once,
never even so much as a pedestal saw my statue.
-Your majesty, with all due-- -I canceled the statue.
- You what? - Sister.
We needed the funds to build the city.
I diverted funds from the military as well.
You did wh- wh-- what?
But what about my show of strength to the kings?
If you were creating a peace with them,
you don't need weapons.
Creating a city of ideas, of innovation, will bring peace.
Innovation? You are so naïve.
These kings don't care about cities and ideas.
They only care about power.
Their power.
Get rid of it. Tear it down.
I will be the laughing stock of kings!
I'm disappointed in you. I thought you had better sense.
I'm sending you to Paris.
Paris?
You will attend your proper duties,
away from the influence of these blasphemous new ideas.
And as for you, Maestro,
you are to serve your king, not yourself.
No more of this witchcraft. No more of your heresy.
You will create war machines, a grand statue.
You will create a symbol of power
for the everlasting glory of your king.
Like a good little artist.
I guess our leashes are shorter than we thought.
No one wants to know the truth.
The real truth.
All they want are worthless baubles,
war machines, and statues!
No, don't go!
I must know!
Ah!
Oh, really?
Michelangelo, my spies have informed me
Leonardo is back at it.
He's looking for the soul again.
-Meh. -I agree.
Excommunication is too good for him.
I should boil him in his own drawing ink.
This talk of science and reason, of exploring and discovering,
makes my stomach go all queasy-wheezy.
That's it! His heresy must be stopped.
He is forbidden from finding the soul!
Oh no. Maestro Leonardo.
-Perhaps, if we wait. -Until winter.
We can slide.
The Last Supper down.
The ice of the Alps on a herd of sheep.
Oh, maybe we can use sheep instead of the oxen.
Cushioned by their winter wool coats.
Yes, slip the painting on a herd of sheep
and send them down the Alps.
The perfect transport for the painting.
Sheep? Winter?
We don't have until winter.
The kings will be here in a fortnight.
If we can't manage the Last Supper,
we need something else impressive for them.
I know you don't like 'em, but how about a joust?
Always a crowd-pleaser.
No jousts.
Why did Maestro Leonardo fall ill?
A carriage of the Papal court approaches.
A cardinal?
Stand straight, shoulders back.
Fix this. Look taller.
Breathe.
Puff out your chest.
Perhaps he's come to drag the Maestro back to the Pope.
-You are the king. -Yes, I am.
-Find out what he wants. -Okay, mama. On my way.
Get out, you quack, you murderer!
No one is putting leeches on me!
You have suffered a stroke, monsieur.
But I must purge your blood.
Learn something about the human body first,
you vampire!
Good luck.
He never finishes anything.
Could it be Marguerite?
And these notes, as you can see,
are of the Ideal City.
And these?
Why are they not with the others?
Oh!
Oh.
Cecco, open the folio.
Let them see the notes.
Are you certain, Maestro?
But the studies--
Let them see the drawings.
Oh. That's how that works.
Amazing.
I have dissected at least 30 bodies, you know?
Thirty?
You have, have you?
I must admit it is not for the faint of heart.
As my assistant can attest, it is a most macabre affair.
-Fascinating. -Thirty bodies?
How did you find them?
Oh, we just find them lying around, you know?
In this, I have been impeded
neither by avarice nor negligence,
but only by time.
Signore da Vinci,
I have been charged by his Holiness
-to escort you back to Rome. -No, no, no.
Excuse me, gentlemen, I believe the Maestro is tired.
We should allow him to rest.
But his Holiness insists. You've seen the drawings?
-They're disgusting! -His Holiness
made peace with France, did he not?
And the Maestro was a reward for that peace.
He belongs to my court and serves at my pleasure.
The Pope has seen all that there is to see here.
♪ Kings, kings, kings, kings Kings, kings, kings, kings ♪
♪ Kings, kings, kings ♪
♪ On your knees Pay tribute to the kings ♪
♪ Bow down to he Bow lower still ♪
♪ You simple little things ♪
♪ They'll squeeze you With their taxes ♪
♪ Each percent Of pound and pence ♪
♪ Their armies And their treasuries ♪
♪ Are frighteningly immense ♪
♪ Bow down to he, Henry number eight ♪
♪ You can not flee ♪
♪ England's head of church As well as state ♪
♪ His navy is so huge ♪
♪ It fills his enemies With dread ♪
♪ Be sure to keep Your distance ♪
♪ Or you're sure to lose Your head ♪
♪ Bow down to he Charles number five ♪
♪ The emperor to be ♪
♪ He's the fanciest And fiercest king alive ♪
♪ Conquistadors are conquering ♪
♪ Sending gold And we are proud ♪
♪ To report his treasury Is extremely well endowed ♪
♪ On your knees Pay tribute to your kings ♪
♪ Distract us please, With knights and jousts ♪
♪ And other kingly things ♪
♪ Don't ask me who elected them For God himself selected them ♪
♪ To fulfill their divine right As kings ♪
♪ Kings, kings, kings, kings Kings, kings, kings, kings ♪
Hola Bella.
Oh.
Ho, ho.
Oops.
You've been practicing, you little salamander,
but I'll get you next time.
Gentlemen, can we show you to your accommodations?
No need, little salamander.
I've brought my own.
Comforts of one's own court, you know?
And I have brought mine.
Gentlemen. Ge-- my fellow majesties I--
My fellow majesties, dinner is served.
You can continue that later.
Allow us to adjourn to the banquet.
I am sure you are famished from your journeys, huh?
Righto.
I hope there's enough food, little salamander.
I could eat an elephant.
You look like you could eat two elephants, and a moose,
and a cow, and a whale, and a dolphin, a giraffe,
rhinoceros, a little chinchilla.
-Why you stuck-up rooster! -Stork, snake.
Crow about this.
This should go well.
Merci, Mathurine.
Cecco.
Yes, Maestro?
It uh...
...it appears there isn't enough time in this life
to find all the answers.
Si.
It's time to put my affairs in order.
As you wish, Maestro.
I carried you all this way from a distant land.
Looked at you every day,
I still don't understand the secret behind your smile.
Now, I will never know.
I am reconciled.
It is time to let you go.
♪ We're out of time We're out of time ♪
I'm out of time.
♪ There's nowhere left to go ♪
♪ We're out of time We're out of time ♪
I'm out of time.
♪ Now we will never know ♪
Maestro, you should see this.
Come, I'll help you.
Oh, come on, girls.
Now, do you understand?
Do you understand the secret of the soul?
It is not difficult.
You have been looking at the answer the whole time,
right in front of you.
♪ From this tiny seed From this tiny seed ♪
Cecco!
I know the secret of the soul.
The secret to life itself.
You do?
Fantastico! Buona fortuna!
Could it be that simple?
Could that be the ultimate goal?
To share our passions with others.
That is the gift of the soul.
♪ Now I can see From this tiny seed ♪
♪ The greatest of trees May grow ♪
♪ Now I can see, now finally ♪
♪ And I can let you go Mona Lisa ♪
♪ From this tiny seed From this tiny seed ♪
The soul, the soul.
Life's meaning is not something you find.
The soul is something you give.
You give your soul.
I guess it is.
When I heard you were ill,
I rushed back as quick as I could.
I never imagined.
Wonderful to see you up and on your feet.
He may not see it. He may very well fear it.
But our king needs us right now.
Well then, we shall help him see the seed.
Maestro, I need to show these two
that I am as powerful as they are.
What you are proposing is simply too small.
On the contrary, Your Majesty, it is the grandest idea.
Dear sister, I know what I need to do.
Hu-ta-ta!
Little Salamander, this is fun.
I love a good joust.
Let's have another go.
Okay, what do we do?
Your Majesty, don't miss rehearsals.
Madame la Duchesse,
you just have to keep Charles and Henry entertained
while we get things ready.
Oui, Maestro Leonardo.
♪ En Garde Prets Allez ♪
♪ If you lose a fight Then smile, say touche ♪
♪ Then you pivot and you parry And you leave no time to tarry ♪
♪ Soon you'll find A perfect repartee ♪
♪ En Garde Prets Allez ♪
♪ First you're winning, Then your plans will go stray ♪
♪ Then the world Makes you feel dizzy ♪
♪ Don't go into a tizzy ♪
♪ Turn your spinning Into a ballet ♪
♪ En Garde Prets Allez ♪
♪ Politics is a game We all must play ♪
Ouch!
♪ If at first You don't succeed ♪
♪ Change your tactics Don't concede ♪
I win!
♪ Until you can proceed Another way ♪
♪ En Garde Prets Allez ♪
♪ Do whatever is required Win the day ♪
♪ When you have A clear objective ♪
♪ You're sure to be effective ♪
♪ When you make Your family a forte ♪
♪ En Garde Prets Allez ♪
Bravo!
Excuse me.
Are you sure about this, mon père?
Oh, yes, yes, it will go off perfectly.
-But I look like everyone else. -Yes, that's the point.
You are just an-- an ordinary star at first
and then you give birth to the five planets
becoming our great sun, giver of life.
I am not exactly comfortable that as a man,
I would give birth.
Well, it isn't exactly that kind of birth.
It's fiery and exciting, you know, chemical.
I am all for fiery and exciting, but still,
I am unclear how this projects power.
It's a different sort of power.
The power of ideas, the power of inspiration.
-But how will I-- but how-- -Places, your majesty.
- Is that the king? - Yes, that's the king.
Ooh!
Oh it's so embarrassing!
Ouch!
Ow!
This is not me. I cannot go on.
You must!
The people were connecting to you.
You were with them.
No, Maestro Leonardo,
they were connecting to you, not me.
You sly magician. I do not belong on this stage.
You have tricked me into realizing
that I belong out there with the people,
looking up at your inspiration, your ideas, your power.
Strength, power.
They used to count for something,
but now it seems old and tired.
Ideas, thought, science.
Like in your anatomy sketches, that is the future.
As king, I will from this day onwards
set France on a course of artistic
and scientific renewal.
A rebirth, a renaissance.
All thanks to you, mon père.
A renaissance?
Hmm, I like the sound of that.
But first, how about I set off the pyrotechnics?
I like watching things explode.
Zoroastro is behind the stage.
Mind you, don't blow yourself up.
Merci, mon père.
I am king, dear sister, I do not blow up.
Faith, Maestro.
We have to have faith that some can see after all.
Yes, faith.
You are very wise.
Are you ready, Maestro? It is almost our cue.
Si, into the future.
Isn't this magnificent?
Maestro Leonardo is a true wizard.
Yes, powerful and inspiring.
It makes me feel kind of small.
Si, beautiful.
Aww, does little Chucky have something
in his little eye?
None.
I am moved.
-The same as you are. -Hey, I'll move you.
Let's wrestle.
Vive le roi!
♪ We bid you join us, oh guests of the king ♪
♪ The melody's simple if you care to sing ♪
♪ Eyes filled with wonder, with science and art ♪
♪ with caring, and sharing, and heart ♪
♪ See things unseen, behind the screen ♪
♪ Ever beyond our reach ♪
Thank you, Zoro, Francesco.
My Cecco.
It is my time.
You two have been like sons to me.
Until we meet again,
remember a life well spent is long.
Adio, Maestro.
Adio.
♪ See things unseen, behind the screen ♪
♪ Ever beyond our reach ♪
♪ Expand our mind, then share in kind ♪
♪ This is the lesson we teach ♪
♪ The joy to discover, discover the joy ♪
♪ A childlike wonder that all can employ ♪
♪ As long a day of toll Earns smiles and song ♪
♪ A life well spent is long ♪
♪ See things unseen, behind the screen ♪
♪ Ever beyond our reach ♪
♪ Expand our mind, then share in kind ♪
♪ This is the lesson we teach ♪
I'm trying not to sound like Gary Kunis.
These are not the drawing you want.
That sort of thing.
♪ Put a stone in the river ♪
♪ And you have the water float ♪
♪ Something as simple As a stone ♪
♪ Can sure change How the story goes ♪
♪ change how the story goes ♪
♪ Oooh, ooh, ooh ♪
♪ Find a stone and toss it far ♪
♪ In a deeper lake ♪
♪ Stand back ♪
♪ Can you count The ripples it make? ♪
♪ All the ripples it make ♪
♪ Oooh, ooh, ooh ♪
♪ Take a turn down A wrong long road ♪
♪ And see what you can find ♪
♪ Turn around and retrace Your steps ♪
♪ If you change your mind ♪
♪ And change the story They'll tell about you ♪
♪ Mhmmm ♪
♪ And change ♪
♪ The world around you ♪
♪ Mhmmm ♪
♪ And change ♪
♪ The world around you ♪
♪ From this tiny seed ♪
♪ From this tiny seed Knowledge is growing ♪
♪ From this tiny seed ♪
Could it be that simple?
Could that be the ultimate goal?
To share our passions with others.
That is the gift of the soul.
♪ Now I can see From this tiny seed ♪
♪ the greatest of trees May grow ♪
♪ Now I can see, now finally ♪
♪ And I can let you go, Mona Lisa ♪
♪ From this tiny seed ♪
You're getting your money's worth,
I'll say that.
You're getting vibrata, you're getting singing.
You're getting the lot. Yeah, it's an extra 10 quid.