Sofia: Salute. I'm closing in on two more books - one near Topkapi and the other in the Bayezid district.
Ezio: Bayezid first. Topkapi will be a dead end.
Sofia: Ah, si.
Ezio: What do you make of this?
Sofia: Oh Ezio, e incredible! Early coptic bindings, still in good shape. Amazing. This must be a 3rd century transcription of the original.
Ezio: Sofia, what happened here?
Sofia: Oh, that happens once or twice a year. People break in, thinking they will find money. I do not keep much here, but this time they made off with a portrait of some value. It is a shame.
Ezio: You keep working. I will find your painting.
Sofia: Ezio, the thief could be anywhere by now.
Ezio: If the thief came for money, but took a painting, he should be close by, eager to get rid of it.
Sofia: Well, if you happen to find it within the next few hours, meet me by the aqueduct. I will be running errands.
Man: Please! A bandit!
Woman: Stop it! What is wrong with you?
Woman 2: What on earth?
Man 2: Has he lost his mind?
Man 3: Good show! Why behave like a rabid monkey?
Woman 3: What on earth is he doing?
Ezio: Where is it, ladro? Confess!
Thief: I have done nothing! You cannot prove a damn thing!
Ezio: I do not need to. I will just keep hitting you until you talk.
Thief: I found that painting. I mean, someone gave it to me.
Ezio: Get your story straight before you lie to my face. I do not care how you got the painting. Just tell me where it is.
Thief: I sold it to a merchant in the Bazaar. How else will I feed myself?
Ezio: Next time, find a nicer way to be a canaglia.
Thief: God preserve me!
Merchant: I have a painting for sale, if you are curious. A luminous portrait. You see how lifelike she looks. Her beauty shines through!
Ezio: Got it! They've obviously crossed the wrong people.
Sofia: It is a good likeness, don't you think?
Ezio: I prefer the original.
Sofia: Buffone. This was a gift from my father for my twenty-eighth birthday. I had to sit for messer Albrecht Durer for a full week. Can you imagine? Me sitting still for seven days? Doing nothing?
Ezio: I cannot.
Sofia: Una tortura! So, I found you another book location. And it is not far from here actually.
Sofia: Ezio, what is this all about? You are not a scholar, that much is clear. Do you work for the church?
Ezio: Not the church, no. But I am a teacher...of a kind. I will explain one day, Sofia. When I can.