Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I wasn't sure you'd noticed. Your eyes didn't look down once.
I'm called Donatello.
I don't need gold. I need paper.
- I call a vote!
Marco had the surgeon study his liver to be sure.
These lofty paintings glorify war, but omit its stench.
-Will I see you again? -I hope so.
-Will you betray us? -Please, just let me--
But it was your idea to blackmail Orsini. Your brother never would have dared.
You certainly are your father's son, Cosimo.
Who's there--?
You seek financing?
-And your candidate? -Why me, of course!
No, no, no, no!
His wife knew he had his food tasted,
-Where are you going? -I have to go to work.
Someone besides his murderer.
Now, Albizzi warned me against opposing them. I...
Your Eminence, permit a small donation towards--
Stop pretending! You know what he was!
- They have no clothes.
You had me break the law by conducting an autopsy on your father.
Your father has come up with a rather remarkable proposal, boys.
-We must inform the Signoria. -We must do nothing of the kind.
Sadly, this is true, but they are not.
I don't want you to leave, ever again. Do you understand?
Someone reported us.
Another time, perhaps.
In a stroke, we would become the most successful bankers in Europe.
-What for? -Charges of sodomy.
His murder demands justice, Cosimo.
Tomorrow he wants a thousand.
And yet I notice that word of his poisoning has not spread.
No, Giovanni de' Medici was far too clever to claim a title.
-His position in the Signoria. -Oh.
And if you oppose the war, then many others in the Signoria will vote with you.
Go, or I will have you thrown out. Guards!
Exception!
What the people of Florence owe Giovanni de' Medici,
The successor to Giovanni de' Medici
-You wanted to see us, Father? -Yes.
Twenty-three cardinals vote for the Pope.
The Curia will act swiftly to replace him.