All language subtitles for El Codigo Da Vinci (V. Extendida) [2006] [720][Dual Esp-Eng] Ok ru

Stop now.

Tell me what it is.

You and your brethren possess what is
not rightfully yours.

I don't know what you are talking about.

Is it a secret you will die for?

Please. As you wish.

Do it.

Mon Dieu, pardonnez -moi.

It is the sacristy.

Thank you.

Thank you.

The symbols are a language that can help
us understand our past.

As the saying goes, a picture says a
thousand words, but which

words?

Interpret for me, please, this symbol,
first thing that comes to mind, anybody.

Hatred, racism.

Yes, yes, interesting.

But they would disagree with you in
Spain.

There they are, robes worn by priests.

Now, this symbol, anyone?

In English, please?

Poor, poor Poseidon.

That is his trident, a symbol of power.

to millions of the ancients. Now this
symbol.

Madonna and child, faith, Christianity.

No, no, it's a pagan god, Horus, and his
mother, Isis, centuries before the

birth of Christ.

Understanding our past determines
actively our ability to understand the

present. So, how do we sift truth from
belief?

How do we write our own histories,
personally or culturally?

and thereby define ourselves.

How do we penetrate years, centuries of
historical distortion to find original

truth?

Tonight, this will be our quest.

My son is a student of yours at Harvard.

Michael Culp? Oh, yeah. He adores you.
He says you're the best teacher he's

had. Michael Culp? I think I already
gave Michael an A -. He told me. Thank

Mr. Magnus?

Yes. Bonjour,

Professor.

I'm Lieutenant Collet from the CPJ, a
kind of French FBI.

Will you take a look at this photo,
please?

My police chief, Captain Flash, had
hoped, considering your expertise and

markings on the body, you might assist
us.

Excuse me a moment.

Are we supposed to have drinks with him
earlier this evening? Yes, we know.

We found the unnamed in his daily
planner.

He never showed.

I waited for over an hour.

Why would someone do this to him?

Oh, you misunderstand, officer.

He was shot, yes.

But what you see in the photograph, Mr.
Sonia did to himself.

He get.

Pari ti, rector, celator sororsa, in
aerea

supichisante.

Captain Fash is waiting for you.

Mr. Langdon. Yes.

I'm Captain Bisoufache.

You like our pyramid?

It's magnificent.

The scar on the face of Paris.

After me, please.

Ah.

It's the pairing of those two pyramids.

It's unique. The two are geometric
echoes.

Fascinating.

I'm not sure how much help I'm going to
be here.

How well did you know the curator?

Not at all.

We'd met only once.

We were on a panel together.

Something's funny?

We didn't agree on lunch.

Frankly, I was surprised when he
contacted me.

Could we take the stairs?

So, Sonia requested tonight's meeting.

Yes. How did he call you?

Email.

He heard I was in Paris.

Something to discuss?

What?

You seem... uncomfortable.

Are any of those real?

Of course not.

So, you know something of security
procedures?

I know video surveillance in a museum
this size is cost -proof and most now

on containment.

Yes, forget about keeping the criminals
out.

Now we keep them in.

Ah, the Grand Gallery.

This is where you found the body.

How would you know that?

I recognize the parquet floor from the
Polaroid.

It's unmistakable.

You're gone.

Let's cover the talking points again,
your enemies.

Many call Opus Dei a brainwashing cult.

Others an ultra -conservative Christian
secret society.

We are a simple Catholic church.

Simple? With a brand new $47 million
headquarters in Manhattan.

Our followers are generous. Should we
apologize for that?

Perhaps less defensive, tackier
eminence.

The press continue to be harsh with us.

We are not cafeteria Catholics.

We don't pick and choose which rules to
follow. We follow doctrine rigorously.

Does doctrine necessarily include vows
of chastity?

tithing and atonement for sins through
self -flagellation and the police.

Many of our followers are married. Many
of them have families.

Only a small proportion choose to live
aesthetically in the cloisters of our

residential halls.

But we are all united in God's work
around the world. Surely that is an

admirable way to lead one's life.

Then why are some media referring to
Opus Dei as God's mafia?

Obviously, some people fear what they
don't understand.

Well, because the war finally draws to a
close.

Bishop, we need to stay on message. That
will be all, Michael. Thank you.

Arringaros up.

The Vitruvian man.

It's one of Leonardo da Vinci's most
famous sketches.

And the star on his skin?

The pinnacle. And its meaning?

The pinnacle is ancient.

The symbols carry different meanings in
different settings.

This symbol, Professor, this setting.

The pinnacle is a pagan religious icon.

Devil worship.

No, no, no, no, no, no. The pinnacle
before that.

This is a symbol for Venus.

It represents the female half of all
things. It's a concept called the Divine

Goddess by religious historians.

You are telling me that Sounier's last
act on Earth was to draw a goddess

on his chest?

Why?

Captain Fash, obviously I can't tell you
why.

I can't tell you he as well as anyone.

knows the meaning of this symbol, and it
has nothing to do with worshipping the

devil. Is that so?

Yes. Then, what do you make of this?

Oh, draconian devil.

Oh, I'm saying.

It's a phrase. It doesn't mean anything
not to me.

What would you do if you had such
limited time to send a message?

Oh, I suppose I'd try to identify my
killer.

It is the

Fibonacci

figures. But before that, I have an
urgent message for Professor Langdon,

Pardon me?

I'm Sophie Neveux, French police
cryptology.

Your embassy call, division.

I'm sorry, monsieur. They said it was a
matter of life and death.

This is the number of your embassy's
messaging service.

Thank you.

That's the right number. You have to
dial an access code to pick up your

message. But I'm getting it. It's a
three -digit code.

It's on the paper I gave you.

Professor Langdon, do not react to this
message.

You must follow my directions very
closely, and above all, reveal nothing

Captain Fass.

You are in grave danger.

Bien sûr, mon père.

Si vous pensez que ce n 'est pas trop
tard.

Ou bien demain. C 'est une demande d 'un
évêque haut placé d 'Opustéi.

J 'en serais tout à fait ravie.

There's been an accident. A friend. I
have to fly home in the morning.

I see.

Is there a restroom I could use? I just
want to splash some water in my face.

Yes.

She said it is meaningless.

Mathematical joke.

Is it meaningless?

I'll take another look when I come back.

I'm sorry.

Of course.

Do you have a message from Sonia?

What are you talking about?

Where is your son?

You... Have me confused with someone
else. I was asked to come here and

No, you are the surveillance cache.

Yes, and then... What?

Bring the suspect to the crime scene and
hope incriminates himself.

Suspect?

Check your jacket pocket.

Just look.

GPS tracking dot.

Accurate within two feet anywhere on the
globe.

The agent who picked you up slipped it
into your jacket.

In case you tried to run.

We have you on a little leash,
Professor.

Why would I try to run? I didn't do
anything.

So, what do you think about the fourth
line of text?

Fash wiped clean before you arrived.

He brought you here to force a
confession, Professor Langdon.

Yes, yes.

He's still inside?

What's in there?

Yes, yes, I'll tell him.

Fash isn't even looking for other
suspects, okay?

He'll show you're guilty.

When did Saunière contact you?

Today? What time?

What time? At three, around three,
three. The gallery alarm was triggered

eight. You were... I was giving a
lecture. At nine.

You had the privacy light on in your
hotel room until 8 .30, right?

We called Sash the bull. Once he starts,
he doesn't stop.

He can arrest you and detain you for
months while he builds the cave. And by

then, whatever Sunia wanted you to tell
me will be useless. Lady, stop it. Just

stop.

Who are you?

What are you talking about?

Tell you what.

Maybe you really killed him.

The Fibonacci sequence.

I believe Sonia wrote it so his
investigation would include

It's quite a leap, isn't it?

No.

And the letters.

P .S.

P .S. No script.

Princess Sophie.

Princess Sophie.

Yeah.

Silly, I know. But I was only a girl
when I lived with him.

Jack Sonia was my grandfather.

Apparently, it was his dying wish.

That we meet.

If you help me understand why, I will
get you to your embassy where we cannot

arrest you.

Flash was never going to let me just
roll out of here, was he?

No.

If we are to get away from here, we must
find another way.

What exactly do you propose?

I mean, they screwed us up in the middle
of work.

Yeah.

Except they didn't have money.

What?

Commissioner, look at this.

I don't believe it. He jumped.

Shit.

He's moving, he's moving, he's moving.

He's going fast.

It's not possible. He must be in a car.

the whole lower floor.

I will only take a moment.

He's

much

older than I remember.

I hadn't seen or spoken to him in a very
long time.

He phoned my office today, several
times.

He said it was a matter of life and
death.

I thought it was another trick to get
back in touch.

It seems when he couldn't speak to me,

He reached out to you.

Whatever he needed from us today, he
found neither of us in time.

Wait a minute.

Professor?

Come on.

Can't be that easy.

This is wrong.

Yeah, see?

This is wrong.

The Fibonacci numbers only make sense
when they're in order.

These are scrambled.

If he was trying to reach out, maybe he
was doing it in code.

Would you hold this, please?

This phrase is meaningless.

Unless you assume these letters are out
of order, too.

A nanogram.

You have very dirty memory.

Not quite, but I can pretty much
remember what I see.

Ram is Raya.

O draconian devil, O lame saint, becomes
Leonardo da Vinci, the Mona Lisa.

Professor, the Mona Lisa is right over
here.

Her smile is in the lower spatial
frequencies.

The horizon is significantly lower on
the left than it is on the right. Why?

Well, see, she appears larger from the
left than on the right.

Historically, the left was female. The
right was male.

The sacred feminine.

Why do you say that?

Something Sonia said the first time we
came here.

So dark, the con of man.

No.

He doesn't say that.

You don't know the anagram?

Can you break it?

Professor Harry.

Harry. Moon.

Sermon. Charms. Demons. Omens. Codes.
Monks. Ranks.

Rocks. Madonna of the rocks.

The fleur -de -lis.

You put down your weapon.

Now.

Or I'll break your painting.

Come on, hurry up.

Send your weapon to me.

Beware.

I never really liked this painting.

It was Senev.

I remember finding it once when I was a
girl.

He promised he'd give it to me one day.

Have you ever heard those words before?

So dark, the con of man.

No. Have you?

When you were a child, were you aware of
any secret gatherings?

Anything ritualistic in nature?

Meetings your grandfather would have
wanted kept secret.

Was there ever any talk of something
called the Priory of Sion?

What? Why are you asking these things?

The Priory of Sion is a myth, one of the
world's oldest and most secret

societies, with leaders like Sir Isaac
Newton, Da Vinci himself.

The Fleur de Lis is their crest. They're
guardians of the secret they supposedly

refer to as the Dark Con of Man.

But what secret?

The Priory of Sion protects the source
of God's power on Earth.

I can't do this by myself.

I'm in enough trouble as it is.

That's my embassy.

Please. Even if we could get out of
here.

Okay.

No, no, you're not going to make it.

You're not going to make it!

We

won't

last long in this car.

Flash doesn't like to be eluded, even on
a good day.

We need to get out of sight.

Robando una casa de Dios.

Cristo de León.

You have powerful friends.

Bishop Arringarossa has been kind to me.

I could not miss this chance to pray
inside the Sands of Peace.

A pity you couldn't wait for morning.

The light is not ideal.

Tell me, sister, please, of the rose
line.

A rose line is any line that goes from
the north to south poles, set into the

streets of Paris.

135 brass markers mark the world's first
prime meridian which passed through

this very church.

It hides beneath the rose.

I'm sorry?

Sister... I do not want to keep you. I
will show myself.

I insist.

May the peace of... The Lord be with
you.

And with you.

Smarteuil gris, toit noir, à l 'angle du
boulevard Denain et de la rue de

Dunkerque, face Gare du Nord. Vous les
avez laissés s 'envoler. Pourquoi vous n

'avez pas tiré sur ce fichu tableau,
imbécile?

Vous méritez qu 'on vous écrase son
cigare dans la main.

Allez, tirez -vous!

Au fait, on a retrouvé la voiture de
neveu abandonnée à la Gare du Nord.

Et d 'autre part, deux billets pour
Bruxelles ont été payés avec la carte de

crédit de Languedoc.

That's a lie, but I sent a guy to the
north station to interrogate the taxi

driver. I launched an international
investigation.

Interpol, honestly, we're not even sure
if he's guilty.

I'm sure he's guilty.

There's no doubt about it.

Robert Langdon is guilty.

We should be safe in this park for a few
minutes.

Your

police

don't patrol this park.

Stay here.

Okay. Did it ever occur to you that
could be dangerous?

No.

And now we have a place to think.

Any ideas, Professor?

You could have just handed me a piece of
a UFO from Area 51.

What's the next step?

With him, it's always, Sophie, what's
the next step?

Puzzles.

Codes.

A treasure hunt.

To find his killer.

Maybe there is something about this
Priory of Sion.

I hope not.

Any Priory story ends in bloodshed. They
were butchered.

by the church.

It all started over a thousand years ago
when a French king conquered the holy

city of Jerusalem.

This crusade, one of the most massive
sweeping in history, was actually

orchestrated by a secret brotherhood,
the Priory of Sion and their military

the Knights Templar. But the Templars
were created to protect the Holy Land.

was a cover to hide their true goal,
according to this myth.

Supposedly, the invasion was to find an
artifact lost since the time of Christ.

An artifact, it was said, the church
would kill to possess.

Did they find it, this buried treasure?

Put it this way.

One day, the Templars simply stopped
searching.

They quit the Holy Land and traveled
directly to Rome.

Whether they blackmailed the papacy or
the church bought their silence, no one

knows, but it is a fact.

The papacy declared these Priory
Knights, these Knights Templar, of

power.

By the 1300s, the Templars had grown too
powerful, too threatening.

So the Vatican issued secret orders to
be opened simultaneously all across

Europe. The Pope had declared the
Knights Templar Satan worshippers and

had charged him with cleansing the earth
of these heretics.

The plan went off like clockwork.

The Templars were all but exterminated.

The date was October 13th, 1307, a
Friday.

Friday the 13th.

The Pope sent troops to claim the
Priory's treasure, but they found

The few surviving knights of the Priory
had vanished, and the search for their

sacred artifact began again.

What artifact?

I've never heard about any of this.

Yes, you have.

Almost everyone on Earth has.

You just know it as the Holy Grail.

Please, Sonia, I thought you knew the
location of the Holy Grail.

Maybe more than that.

This cross and the flower, this could be
very old. But look, this medal here

underneath is much newer, and there's a
modern ID stamp, Haxo 24.

And these dots, these dots are read by a
laser.

This is more than a pendant. This is a
key. Your grandfather left you.

He left us, Professor.

It's not an ID stamp.

It's a treat address.

Job 38, verse 11.

Do you know it, sister?

Job 38, 11.

Hitherto shalt thou come, but no
further.

But no further.

Do you mock me?

Where is the keystone?

I do not know.

No.

You are a sister of the church.

And yet you serve them, the priory.

Jesus had but one true message.

So when did they sign today?

Occur de Angelinone.

Suspientes anima meus.

Offerentes eam inconspectu.

Welcome, Bishop.

It's been too long, Manuel.

I saw your press conference.

Very priestly.

Vultures.

But you need a good cover to fly into
Italy these days.

So, how are things in Rome?

We serve at his pleasure.

Today is today, but there are many
tomorrows.

Vatican Cellars, 1976.

Seventy -six, a year of independence.

How fitting.

I thought you'd like it.

I'll fetch the others.

Welcome, Bishop.

This council is convened. In nomine
Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti.

Our words shall never pass these walls.

What business say you?

As you know, my request for funds. Yes,
20 million euro in untraceable bearer

bonds. A tad more than petty cash,
wouldn't you say, Bishop?

The endeavor is complex.

Freedom has a high cost. And of course,
you will deliver it.

How fortunate we are.

I only offer a route to the renewal of
faith for all men. How humble.

Our savior, Bishop Aringarosa. Where are
we to grant your request?

When would this mission commence?

Actually, tonight.

What? It has begun already.

We have not agreed.

How dare you presume? I do not presume.
I act.

The Vatican's unwillingness to support
us is both impious and cowardly. Blood

being spilled because true Christian
values lie in ruins. No more.

This council has forgotten its very
purpose.

Tonight, the grail.

will be destroyed.

The Priory's few remaining members will
be silenced.

I was contacted by a man who calls
himself only the teacher.

He knows a great deal about this
council.

And about the Priory.

Because of your expertise?

I'm sorry?

What's the priority? Do you think that's
why Sonia thought you out?

I can think of dozens of scholars who
know a lot more about it.

Actually, I didn't think he liked me
very much.

Once made a joke at my expense, got a
big laugh out of it.

What was it?

That was quite a performance.

A little shit should know better than to
play politics with me.

I know I got in front of you old friend.

I did what I thought was best.

So, now what?

Now we wait for the teacher's call.

Bonsoir.

Yes.

Understood.

Keys are often passed on and first -time
users are sometimes uncertain of

protocol.

Keys are essentially numbered Swiss
accounts, often willed through

Is it yours, mademoiselle?

The shortest safety deposit box leaves
is 50 years.

And what's your longest account?

Quite a bit longer.

Technologies change, keys are updated.

But our accounts date back to the
beginning of banking itself.

Once the computer confirms your key,
enter your account number and your box

retrieved.

The room is yours as long as you like.

What if I lost track of my account
number?

How might I recover it?

I'm afraid each key is paired with a ten
-digit number, known only to the

account bearer.

I hope you manage to remember it.

A single wrong entry disables the
system.

Ten. Your grandfather's Friben, aren't
you?

Scrambled or unscrambled?

Unscrambled.

It's your key.

Funny.

I don't even like history.

I've never seen much good come from
looking to the past.

moment of truth.

I don't believe this.

A rose.

The rose was a symbol for the Holy
Grail.

Forgive the intrusion.

I'm afraid the police arrived more
quickly than anticipated.

You must follow me, please.

For your own safety.

You knew they were coming?

My guard alerted me to your status when
you arrived.

Yours is one of our oldest and highest
level accounts.

It includes a safe passage clause.

Safe passage?

If you would step inside, please.

Time is of the essence.

Isn't there?

No problem.

English?

Yes.

You're looking for two criminals?

You came to the right place.

All criminals here.

Would you mind opening the hold?

Please. You think they'll trust us? The
wages I get paid?

You don't have keys to your own... It's
armored.

Keys get sent to the destination.

You mind? I'm on a schedule here.

And do all the drivers wear a Rolex?

What?

This piece of shit.

40 euros in Barbès.

Useful 35.

No, no, no.

30. Oh, it's okay, it's okay.

Come on, 30, huh? I said no!

Hey. Move along.

Hurry!

Now we wait.

The teacher will call and tell me where
to deliver the money. You have put

tremendous faith in this teacher of
yours.

Yes, I have.

And I've given him an angel to do his
will.

For surely there is no better soldier
for God than my Silas.

The Holy Grail.

A magic cup.

The source of God's power on Earth.

It's nonsense.

You don't believe in God?

No.

I don't believe in some magic from the
sky.

Just people.

And sometimes that they can be kind.

That's enough.

Well, I think it has to be.

I think it's all we have.

Are you a God -fearing man, Professor?

I was raised a Catholic.

Well, that's not really an answer.

Professor, are you okay?

Go ahead, open it.

Go on.

Creep text.

They're used to keep secrets.

It's Da Vinci's design.

You write the information on a papyrus
scroll, which is then rolled around a

thin glass vial of vinegar.

If you force it to open, the vial
breaks.

Vinegar dissolves papyrus.

And your secret is lost forever.

The only way to access the
information...

Tell out the password with these.

Five tiles, each with 26 letters.

That's 12 million possibilities.

I've never met a girl who knew that much
about a cryptex.

Sonia made one for me once.

My grandfather gave me a wagon.

This clearly is not the program.

Please, you're not alright.

May I try something?

I don't know why it works.

My mother used to do it when I was a
kid, I think.

You think?

Yes.

My parents died in a car crash with my
brother I was

four I'm sorry It was many years ago

Better?

Yeah.

20 years waiting for someone to come for
that box. And now it's you two

murderers. Bring it to me.

I don't know what you're talking about.

All right! Okay!

Right now!

Step back!

No one will go to sleep over a couple on
a killing spree.

Turn around.

Turn around!

You too, mademoiselle.

Better? Always. I got too nervous.

I had to put my head out of the window
not to be sick.

Sonia used to say I was like a dog.

A cute dog. Well, a little dog.

What happened between you and your
grandfather, Sophie?

I've jammed my shoulder. I've been shot
at.

I'm bleeding.

I need to know.

You say he raised you, but you two don't
talk anymore. You call him by his last

name. You say you hate history. Nobody
hates history. They hate their own

histories. So now you're psychologists,
too?

What if Sonia had started to groom you
for the priority? What do you mean,

grooming? Your grandfather gave you
puzzles and cryptics as a child.

Say Sonia was hoping one day you would
join him in the prior Still years later

when he imagined The Grail is in danger.
He reaches out to you. So you are

saying all this is real the priory the
Holy Grail We've been dragged into a

world of people who think this stuff is
real real enough to kill for who?

I'm out of my field

I do know a grail historian, absolutely
obsessed with priory men.

Englishman lives here in France.

Do you trust these men?

I hope you can.

At the same time as your van.

Complicity and assistance to two
fugitives.

I can put you in prison for that.

Address me as an envoy.

I could.

But this disorder, this violence, the
theft of the van... Some bank customers

might think that your services are not
up to your excellent reputation, right?

Please wait.

I'll see if he's available.

It's on the wrong side.

Lee likes all things to be English,
including his cars.

Robert, do I owe you money?

Lee, my friend, care to open up for an
old call, Lee? Of

course. Thank you.

First, test of honor.

Three questions.

Fire away.

You're first.

Shall I serve?

Coffee or tea?

Tea, of course. Excellent.

Second, milk or lemon?

Milk.

That would depend on the tea.

Correct. And now the third and most
grave of inquiries.

In which year did a Harvard scholar
outgrow an Oxford man at Henley?

Surely such a travesty has never
occurred.

Your heart is true.

You may pass.

Welcome to Chateau Villette.

Lee Teaving has spent his entire life
studying the Grail. That thing is one

tamale. Sorry?

Cryptex.

Hot coal.

Hot potato?

So you want to keep our chest close to
our calves, yes?

Very close.

Oui. On scanne le signal du fourgon, on
l 'a presque localisé.

Il était temps.

C 'est bon, on l 'a, on le suit.

Villette. Très bien.

Prenez coller et dites -lui de ne pas
bouger avant que j 'arrive.

Attention, toute l 'équipe de coller au
château Villette. Toute l 'équipe de

coller au château Villette.

Les suspects Neuvet et Landon sont à l
'intérieur.

I still don't know why I put you into
this.

I'm sorry.

But I'm also very glad.

You are requested to make yourself at
home.

Robert!

And you travel with a maiden, it seems.

Sir Lee Teabing, may I present Miss
Sophie Niveau? Sophie, Sir Lee Teabing.

vous présente mes hommages.

T 'as dit?

Mais ça sert.

Thank you for having us. I realize it's
quite late.

So late, mademoiselle. It's almost
early.

What a lovely smile you have.

Earl Grey.

No. Oh, you must.

Remy is from Lyon, but nevertheless, he
is fantastic with saucers. Well, I

can't.

A dramatic late -night arrival.

Mention of life and death.

What can an old cripple do for you,
Robert?

We want to talk about the priory of
Zion.

The keepers.

The Secret War.

Sorry for all of the mystery.

Lee, I'm into something here that I
cannot understand.

You?

Really? Not without your help.

Blame to my vanity, Robert. You should
be ashamed.

Not if it works.

There are always four.

The Grandmaster and the Three Sinners
Show.

make up the primary guardians of the
Grail.

Thank you, Remy. That'll be all for now.

The Priory's members span our very grave
itself.

Philippe, the sheriffs say, exposed that
as a hoax in 1967.

And that is what they want you to
believe.

The Priory is charged with a single
task, to protect... the greatest secret

modern history.

The source of God's power on earth? No,
that's a common misunderstanding.

The priory protects the source of the
church's power on earth.

The Holy Grail.

I don't understand.

What power?

Some magic dishes?

Robert,

has he been telling you that the Holy
Grail is a cup?

To understand the Holy Grail, my dear,
you must first understand the Holy

The good book did not arrive by
facsimile from heaven.

The Bible, as we know it, was finally
presided over by one man.

The pagan emperor Constantine.

I thought Constantine was a Christian.

Oh, hardly. No, he was a lifelong pagan
who was baptized on his deathbed.

Constantine was Rome's supreme holy man.

From time immemorial, his people had
worshipped a balance between nature's

deities and the goddess, or sacred
feminine.

But a growing religious turmoil was
gripping Rome.

Three centuries earlier, a young Jew
named Jesus had come along, preaching

without a single God.

Centuries after his crucifixion,
Christ's followers had grown

had started a religious war against the
pagan.

Or did the pagans commence war against
the Christians?

We can't be sure who began the
atrocities in that period. But we can at

agree that the conflict grew to such
proportions that it threatened to tear

in two.

So Constantine may have been a lifelong
pagan, but he was also a pragmatist. And

in 325 Anno Domini, he decided to unify
Rome under a single religion,

Christianity. Christianity was on the
rise. He didn't want his empire torn

apart. And to strengthen this new
Christian tradition.

Constantine held a famous ecumenical
gathering known as the Council of

And at this council, the many sects of
Christianity debated and voted on, well,

everything from the acceptance and
rejection of specific gospels to the

Easter, to the ministering of the
sacraments, and, of course, the

Jesus. I don't follow.

Masha, until that moment in history.

Jesus was viewed by many of his
followers as a mighty prophet, as a

powerful man, but a man of the mass.

A mortal man.

Some Christians held that Jesus was
mortal. Some Christians believed he was

divine. Not the son of God? Not even his
nephew, Tristan.

Hold on. You're saying Jesus' divinity
came from a vote?

Well, remember, in those days, gods were
everywhere.

By infusing Jesus the man with the
divine magic, by making him capable of

earthly miracles, as well as his own
resurrection, Constantine turned him

god, but within the human world.

And he basically knocked the more
distant gods out of the game.

not create Jesus' divinity. He simply
sanctioned... an already widely held

Semantics. No, it's not semantics.
You're interpreting facts to support

conclusions. Facts? For many Christians,
Jesus was mortal one day and divine the

next. For some Christians, his divinity
was enhanced.

No, absurd. There was even a formal
announcement of his promotion. They

even agree on the 19th creed. Excuse me.

Who is God? Who is man?

How many have been murdered over this
question?

As long as there has been one true God,
there has been killing in his name.

Now let me show you the grail.

This used to be the...

Bore on my little occasion to dance
these days.

I trust you recognize the last supper,
the great fresco by Leonardo da Vinci.

My dear, if you would close your eyes.

Oh, Lee, hey, that's a part of the
trick.

You ask for my help, I recall.

Allow no man his indulgences.

Now, mademoiselle.

Where is Jesus' city?

In the middle.

Good. He and his disciples are breaking
bread.

And what drink?

Wine. He drank wine.

He did. And one final question.

How many wine glasses are there on the
table?

One. The Holy Grail. Open your eyes.

No single cup.

No chalice.

Well, that's a bit strange, isn't it?

Considering both the Bible and standard
Grail legends celebrate this moment as

the definitive arrival of the Holy
Grail.

Now, Robert, you could be of help to us.
If you'd be so kind as to show us the

symbols for man and woman, please. Oh,
no balloon animals.

They can make a great duck.

This is the original icon for mail.

It's a rudimentary phallus.

Quite to the point. Yes, indeed.

This is known as the blade.

It represents aggression and manhood.
It's a symbol still used today in modern

military uniforms.

Yes, the more penises you have, the
higher your rank, boys, little big boys.

Now, as you would imagine, the female
symbol is its exact opposite.

This is called the chalice. And the
chalice resembles a cup or vessel, or

importantly, the shape of a woman's
womb.

No, the grail has never been a cup.

It is quite literally this ancient
symbol of womanhood.

And in this case, a woman who carried a
secret so powerful that if revealed, it

would devastate the very foundations of
Christianity.

Wait, please. You're saying the Holy
Grail is a person?

A woman?

And it turns out she makes an
appearance. Right there.

But they're all men.

Are they?

What about that figure on the right hand
of our Lord, seated in the place of

honor?

Flowing red hair, folded feminine hands,

hint of a bosom, no?

A quiet.

It's called scotoma. The mind sees what
it chooses to see.

Who is she?

My dear, that's Mary Magdalene.

The prostitute?

She was no such thing.

Smeared by the church in 591 Anno
Domino. Poor dear.

Mary Magdalene was Jesus' wife.

This is an old wives' tale.

The original one, in fact.

There's virtually no empirical proof. He
knows as well as I do.

There's much evidence to support it.
Theories. There are theories.

Notice how Jesus and Mary are clothed.

Mirror images of each other. The mind
sees what it chooses to see.

And venturing into the even more
bizarre, notice how Jesus and Mary

joined at the hip and are leaning away
from each other as if to create a shape

in the negative space between them.

Leonardo gives us the chalice.

Oh, and Robert, notice what happens when
these two figures change position.

Just because Da Vinci painted it doesn't
make it true.

No, but history, she does make it true.

Now, listen to this. It's from the
Gospel according to Philip.

Philip? Yes, it was rejected at the
Council of Nicaea.

along with any other Gospels that made
Jesus appear human and not divine.

And the companion of the Savior is Mary
Magdalene.

Christ loved her more than all the
disciples and used to kiss her on the...

this says nothing of marriage.

Well, actually, um, Robert... Actually,
in those days, the word

companion literally meant spouse.

And this...

is from the gospel of Mary Magdalene
herself.

She wrote the gospel?

She may have.

Robert, will you fight fair?

She may have.

And Peter said, did he prefer her to us?

And Levi answered, Peter, I see you
contending against a woman like an

adversary. If the Savior made her
worthy, who are you indeed to reject

And then my dear Jesus goes on to tell
Mary Magdalene.

that it's up to her to continue his
church.

Mary Magdalene, not Peter.

The church was supposed to be carried on
by a woman.

Do you realize that Mary was descended
from kings, just as her husband was?

Now, my dear, the word in French for
Holy Grail.

Le Saint Grail. From the Middle English,
sang real.

of the original Arthurian legend.

Now, as two words.

Can you translate for our friend?

Saint -Réal, it means royal blood.

When the legend speaks of the chariot
that held the blood of Christ, it

in fact, of the female womb that carried
Jesus' royal bloodline.

But how could Christ have a bloodline
unless... Mary was pregnant.

at the time of the crucifix.

For her own safety, and for that of
Christ's unborn child, she fled the Holy

Land and came to Christ.

And here it is said she gave birth to a
daughter.

Fair.

They know the child's name.

A little girl.

If that were true, it's adding insult to
injury.

Why?

The pagans found transcendence through
the joining of male and female.

People found God through sex?

In paganism, women were worshipped as a
route to heaven. But the modern church

has a monopoly on that in salvation
through Jesus Christ.

And he who keeps the keys to heaven
rules the world. Women, then, are a huge

threat to the church.

The Catholic Inquisition soon publishes
what may be the most blood -soaked book

in human history.

The Malleus Maleficarum.

The witch's hammer.

It instructed the clergy on how to
locate, torture, and kill all free

women.

In three centuries of witch hunt, 50
,000 women are captured, burned alive at

the stake.

Oh, at least that.

Some say millions.

Imagine then, Robert.

That Christ's throne might live on in a
female child.

You asked what would be worth killing
for.

Witness the greatest cover -up in human
history.

This is the secret that the Priory of
Sion has defended for over 20 centuries.

They are the guardians of the royal
bloodline.

Keepers of the proof of our true past.

They are the protectors of the living
descendants of Jesus Christ.

Sometimes I wonder who is serving whom.

Its sources are not that fantastic.

Yes, can I help you?

Yes, they're on the news now.

Leaving descendants?

Is it possible?

It's not impossible.

You have not been honest with me.

The pictures are on the television. You
were wanted for four murders.

That's why Vernet said killing Spree.

You're coming to my home, playing on my
passions for the grand. That's why he

needed you, Sophie. You will leave my
house. Lee, listen.

No, I'm calling the police.

Jacques Saunier was your grandfather.

You're the obsessive priory scholar,
Lee. You still keep lists of who might

in the priory?

I'll bet Jacques Saunier was on one of
those lists.

He was on your list of who could be
grandmaster, wasn't he?

What?

I'll bet he was right at the top.

Consider.

Four men murdered.

The same number as the guardians.

What if the priory was compromised? The
other sinners show dead.

What if you yourself were dying? A
grandmaster?

You'd have to pass the secret on to
someone you could trust.

Someone outside the society.

Maybe someone whose training you had
begun but never finished.

Robert, your ruse is pathetic.

Not really.

No, that's impossible.

But that really is the keystone.

I'll even show it to you, Lee.

Let me just tell us what the hell it's
for.

Oh.

Yes.

As the legend foretold, it hides beneath
the

rose. Oh.

Lee. Lee.

Hmm?

Please. I'm sorry. Yes, of course.

Inside the keystone, there'll be a map.

A map that will lead us to the Holy
Grail.

To be trained by the Grand Master
himself.

Did he pass down the fleur -de -lis? Is
that how you found this?

And he must have sung you the riddle
songs.

I know some of them.

Can you

keep secrets?

Can you know a thing and never say it
again?

And codes?

I imagine they lie down for you, like
lovers.

A set of shark.

A guardian of the grail right here in my
own house. Okay, tell him, please.

I don't know any of this.

Lee, it's not that simple.

He doesn't... Do

not

move, woman.

Cripple, put the box on the table.

Let us try further.

Perhaps we can make a financial
arrangement.

Put the keystone on the table.

You will not succeed.

Only the worthy can unlock the staff.

Sit down.

Are you okay?

Yeah. Are you?

This will make yourself useful, you
French fool.

Get something to restrain this monster.

Above the joint.

Fortunately, a dragon most easy to slay.

He's wearing a silice.

What?

Oh, look.

Inflicts pain so he can suffer as Christ
suffered.

Not so common these days.

Hope his day.

Let me take care of this.

Fascist Opus Dei.

The policeman who's chasing us. He wears
the cross in the world. Robert.

Well, I must say, you two are anything
but dull.

Lee.

You want what's in this box?

We need a way out of here.

Well, excellent.

I do have a plan.

Neither.

Apropos.

I can't imagine what your complaint is.
I'd be well within my rights to shoot

you and let you rot in my woods.

Please, put that away.

You might need him.

It's better.

Opus Dei.

What is it? The conservative Catholic
sect.

Opus Dei is a prelude to the Vatican.

You're saying the Vatican is killing
people? No, no, no. For these books?

No, no, not the Vatican, and not Opus
Dei, but we are in the middle of a war,

and one that has been going on forever.

On one side stands the Priory, and on
the other, an ancient group of despots,

members hidden in high -ranking
positions throughout the Church.

And this Council of Shadows tries to
destroy proof of the bloodline. And

throughout history.

They seek out and kill the living
descendants of Jesus Christ.

That's insane.

Is it? How many atrocities and scandals
has the Catholic Church rationalized in

its time? And what happens if some
persuasive scientific evidence emerges

shows that the Church's version of
Christ is inaccurate?

What if the world discovers that the
greatest story ever told is actually a

The Vatican faces a crisis of faith
unprecedentedly.

I've got a signal now, sir. Ringing.

Roger, look, I'm so sorry. I've got
tired of the weather here in France, and

could you make the plane ready for
Zurich?

Yes, we love Zurich.

You want to control everything, but you
don't let it breathe.

I feel like you've become crazy.

What's your problem with those two
birds?

Come on.

We got this from Interpol. New flight
plan, recorded at the start of the

Don't mess this up, will you?

Did you kill Saxonier?

Did you kill Saxonier?

I am the messenger of God.

Did you kill my grandfather?

I am the messenger.

Each breath you take is sin.

No shadow will be safe again.

Sophie.

The teacher will be pleased. What will
you do once you have the grave?

Destroy it.

The documents and the sarcophagus, of
course.

And the heir?

Will you exercise the final edict?

Spill his blood.

There will be no need.

Once the sarcophagus is destroyed, DNA
testing will be impossible.

There is no way to prove a living
bloodline.

But if you had to, would you do as
councils have done before us?

Christ.

Christ sacrificed his life for the
betterment of humanity.

so too may be the fate of his seed.

Robert, when we land, you must go
straight to your embassy.

Is that so?

Don't you see it?

They never wanted you.

Maybe even faster.

It's all about this idiotic little box.

Hmm.

That's not too flat.

Oh, crazy old man.

Why leave me with this?

I should just throw it away.

He trusted you, Sophie.

A guardian of the Holy Grail.

It sounds so stupid.

It's quite an honor, if you think about
it and take it seriously.

He took it seriously enough to get
himself killed.

Not him.

You.

He was the only family I knew.

And maybe I didn't know him at all.

I miss Marionette, Robert.

Like a girl again, just with no gift at
the end.

But you've done enough.

I don't know why Sonia picked me to help
you, Sophie.

But I won't leave you alone in all this.

Two marionettes then.

Maybe this is why he chose you.

Because you will stay.

J 'ai besoin de ce plan de vol.

Dans 10 minutes.

Je vous demande de me le donner.

Oui, mais là, c 'est ma pause.

Vous venez me voir dans 10 minutes.

Mon nez!

Mon nez!

Le plan de vol, s 'il vous plaît. J 'en
veux pas, mon connard!

It's not cross, sir.

Spear?

What happened to her?

No one knows.

Mary Magdalene lived out her days in
hiding.

And the Zerids pursued her still, even
in death.

trying to destroy proof of her
existence.

But she always had her knights, brave
men sworn to defend her.

You see, to worship before her
sarcophagus, to kneel before the bones

Magdalene, was to remember all those who
were robbed of their power, who were

oppressed.

Ultimately, the Priory hid her remains
and the proof of her bloodline until

believed her sarcophagus, the Holy
Grail.

was finally lost in time.

What are you doing?

At the plateau, you said, it hides
beneath the ruins.

No, no, no. Do be careful.

In Latin, sub rosa.

Literal translation.

Beneath the ruins.

We need a mirror.

Backwards, in the style of Leonardo
himself.

Thank you.

In London lies a knight, a pope
interred. His labor's fruit, a holy

incurred. You seek the orb that ought be
on his tomb.

It speaks of rosy flesh and seeded
wounds. In London lies a knight, a

pope. A knight whose funeral was
presided over by the Pope.

It was the Priory Knights.

Not just any knights.

Templars. And there's just one place to
bury a Templar knight in London. Temple

Church. Temple Church. Excuse me, my
dear. Roger and I must discuss a change

the flight plan.

Lee.

Harboring and transporting fugitives.

You are already implicated or not.

You and I, Robert, have observed
history.

Time has been our glass.

We are in history now, living it, making
it,

implicated.

I am on a grail quest.

Forgive me, Robert, but you too may well
have given this old man the greatest

night of his life.

He's going to want more money.

Pas d 'extradition.

Au fait, le contrôleur, il a porté
plainte. C 'est Harry qui l 'a eu,

Qu 'est -ce qui se passe à mes yeux?

Vous savez que je suis parti l 'opposé.

Oui.

An important man contacted me, the
bishop of my order.

He told me that he had confessed the
murderer.

His name was Robert Langdon.

He told me that I could not imagine the
blackness of the soul of this man, that

he was going to continue to kill, that I
had to stop him.

The bishop broke his vows to talk to me.

He gave me permission to stop Robert
Langdon.

They changed their flight plan to
London.

We'll get back to that later.

And next time, come back.

to land and hold on tarmac.

That's easier said than done in my case.

Oh, good morning.

Did that old cannabis charge finally
catch up with me? Sir, the French police

say you're transporting fugitives.

You may have a hostage on board. I'm to
take you all into custody.

Sadly, I have an important medical
appointment which I can't afford to

This is serious, sir. The French police
are on their way. Stop!

Inspector, I can't afford the time to
indulge your games.

I'm late and I'm leaving.

If it's so important for you to stop us,
then you're just going to have to shoot

us.

You can start with him.

Search the plane.

I could run them over.

That's it.

Let them go.

The French cannot be trusted.

Everyone comfy?

Biscuits? They didn't notice anything?

Well, people rarely notice things right
in front of their eyes, don't you find?

I take it the news is good, then. I fly
to London. The teacher is waiting for me

there. He has chosen a house of Opus Dei
to make the exchange.

Mere currency for the location of the
Grail.

Imagine it.

Remember, if we are discovered by the
Vatican, we are excommunicated, so...

Should anything go wrong? Yes, I know, I
know.

This council does not exist, as it never
has.

Old friend, I will protect you.

Keep an eye out for the police.

I must say, Robert, I'm quite impressed
by the way you withstood my little

aeroplane.

Did he never tell you that when he was a
boy, young Robert fell into a well?

How old are you?

Seven.

Treading water all night long, screaming
his lungs out to the echo, screaming

back. When they found him, he was nearly
catatonic.

It's a long time ago.

Oh, now, now, Robert.

You, above all people, shouldn't be one
to dismiss the influence of the past.

Temple Church.

I always forget. It's right here.

Built 1185.

Modern London just sprang up right
around it.

Tell me, why has the priory kept the
great location secret all these years?

I don't know.

Some say the Priory wait for the heir to
reveal himself, which is especially

odd, since legend suggests he may not
know his own true identity.

Hello.

Why did they make them so scary?

Oh, it's cold.

In London.

So,

which tomb has an orb?

Those knights with their legs crossed
means they'd been to the Holy Land.

Two wear tunics over their armor, and
two have full -length robes.

Two are grasping swords.

And one, two are praying.

This one has his arms at his sides.

Oh, and this poor fellow has almost
disappeared entirely. I don't see any...

Orb that ought be on a tomb.

Ought be on his tomb. Are we looking for
a missing orb? Maybe.

These aren't tombs.

What? Yes, of course. No.

They're effigies.

What? Not tombs. There's no bodies here.

This place is full.

Can we go now?

We should go.

Sophie! No!

Where is the keystone?

Do not test me! Let her go!

Don't you hurt her. Give me the
keystone! Can you stop that? Give it to

Here! Here! Here it is! Here it is! Just
let her go and you and I can... We'll

come to some agreement.

Remy!

Remy, no, no, no!

No, put it away.

Put it away. They're too close together.
You don't have a clear shot.

Yes, I do.

Stop that. What do you think you're
doing?

Thank you, Professor.

For the moment, this was getting
complicated.

Oh, this is absurd. Oh, for God's sake,
Matt.

That was a decline.

I'm glad this bullshit is over.

Throw Teabing in the trunk.

What the?

I don't think it's possible.

They won't kill Lee until they find the
grail.

Phil, we have to find it before they do.
I have to get to a library, fast.

Thank you.

Right up here.

What's all

this?

A very advanced surveillance system.

He wants wine to me about the way...

Place a large trunk.

Let Fifi complain so now.

Are you the teacher?

I am.

Superbly done.

You've been of great service.

The griddex has yet to be opened. I can
still serve. You've done enough.

We cannot let ego deter us from our
goal.

Wait here, at this house of Opus

Dei, and you will be rewarded.

I will dispose of the old man.

Bless you, Silas.

We're at least a half hour to Chelsea
Library.

If we're going to help Lee, that's too
long.

Where are you going?

Getting your library card.

Didn't say you had a boyfriend.

Thanks.

Let's see if we can access the database
on this.

In London, like a knight of Pope
interred.

Compounding keywords.

Knight. Pope.

Grail.

Your precious treasure was almost lost,
and with it, my fortune.

Can you believe how well I did?

I even convinced the monk I should be in
theater.

A toast to our success, teacher.

The end of the journey is near.

Your identity shall go with me to the
grave.

Where's your problem, mate?

It's a basic linguistic coincidence.

The key words keep coming up with the
writings of some bloke named Alexander

Pope. Hey, Pope.

Your grandfather was a genius.

I know the location of two murderers
wanted by French police.

We've just had a 999 call.

Triangulation leads back to Docklands.

Caller was male.

Claims the two murderers are hiding at
an open day house.

The knight we're looking for is Sir
Isaac Newton.

His life's work produced new sciences
that incurred the wrath of the Church.

Gravity, for God's sake.

And, if you choose to believe, he's also
a Grand Master of the Priory

as well.

But if he offended the Catholic Church,
the Pope would be the last person to

preside over a funeral.

Well, that's where I got it wrong. In
London lies a knight, a Pope interred.

Sir Isaac Newton's funeral was presided
over by his good friend, his colleague,

Alexander Pope.

A Pope.

His first initial. How did I miss that?

Here.

Isaac Newton's tomb.

An orb.

Yeah, which one?

It's not possible to tell if a
particular orb is missing.

An orb with rosy flesh on a seated home.

Solar system, the planets,
constellations, signs of the Zodiac.

See, our moon is missing.

The moons of Saturn and Jupiter, they're
not here.

Keeping one here, he was alone.

When the two of you arrived at my home,
as you did, others might call it

God's will.

I believed that if I had the cryptex, I
could solve the riddle alone, but I

was unworthy.

But you, you have a reason to.

You are the last remaining guardian of
the Grail.

Your grandfather and the other
Seneschaux would not have lied with

unless they knew their secret was
preserved.

How could you know Sonia of Lathwet?

Lee.

Grail quests require sacrifice.

You are a murderer.

No.

Oh, I would tell her when history is
written, murderers.

Are heroes.

You self -righteous bastard. We need to
just walk away. Don't, don't.

I'll do what I have to now.

Anything.

Do you understand?

all my friends again

I'm going to put this gun down. I only
want you both to listen.

I'm looking now.

For 2 ,000 years, church has rained
oppression and atrocity upon mankind.

Crushed passion and idea alike, all in
the name of their walking God.

Proof of Jesus' mortality can bring an
end.

All that suffering drive this church of
lies to its knees.

The living air must be revealed.

Jesus must be shown to what he was.

Not miraculous, simply.

The dark con can be exposed.

Mankind can finally be set free and
weak.

How is Silas?

Is he alive?

Is he alive?

The monk?

Bishop, how would you know this killer's
name?

Get me out of here, Fash.

Wait.

Langdon, I came to you in confession.

Did he?

One of your followers called you about
the crime scene photos.

I cannot be implicated here.

There are still important works to be
done.

You used me.

God uses us all.

Help me.

Take him.

Did you get his cell phone?

Yes, sir. I'm going to need a trace.

Josiah is dead.

Priory's sacred charge was to reveal the
heir at the dawn of the new millennium.

The millennium came and went, and the
living heir remained hidden.

The Priory failed their sacred charge.

What choice did I have?

I sought out the enemy.

I persuaded them, the Council of
Shadows, that I was an ally.

I even asked them for money so they
would never suspect me.

Retard. I made them call me.

Teacher.

Why don't you... Well, Robert, no words.

On your knees.

Do it.

No, I mean it. Now.

Not you. No, my dear, you... You're my
miracle,

Sophie.

You're the guardian of the grail.

All the oppression of the poor and the
powerless, of those of different skin,

women. You can put an end to all that.

You must explode the truth onto the
world.

It's your duty.

You know the answer to this riddle.

Open the cryptex.

And I'll put down...

I've no idea how.

I don't know the code.

And even if I did, I wouldn't tell you.

Like your grandfather, then.

Willing to die for your secret.

But by the way you've been looking at
your hero, I wonder, would you let him

die for you?

Open it, Sophie, to save his life. Lee,
you can't... Open the cryptex.

I don't know how. Open it or he dies.

I swear, I don't know.

Do it! Do it! Stop it! I don't know!
Stop it!

She can't do it, Lee.

Give me a moment.

Robert?

What are you doing?

Shh. Please.

I'm sorry.

Oh, the map. It's ruined. The map

is ruined.

The Grail.

It's lost.

The Grail's gone.

Only the worthy find the Grail, Lee.

You taught me that.

The old man.

You're under arrest.

You do not have to say anything, but it
may harm your defense.

You do not mention or question something
which you later rely on in court.

Anything you do say will be given in
evidence.

I'll ask some questions for you.

Big crowd out there now.

Thank you for your statements.

You are free to go, of course.

I'm sorry.

You thought he was your friend, no?

It wasn't only us, was it?

He used you, too.

Yes, he knew.

Leave us, please.

I should have been smarter.

I acted in faith, I suppose.

I'm sorry.

How many?

Your grandfather.

The other three, maybe more.

The monk was given to Teabing as a gift,
it seems.

To do as he asked.

Teabing killed the servant himself, you
know.

Remy?

Yes.

By poison.

How much of it have you been able to
figure out?

Some.

Not enough for it to make sense.

It won't ever make sense.

I'm sorry.

He forgot everything we've learned.

Everything we teach.

It's why we study history.

So we'll stop.

killing each other.

To destroy our hope of freedom.

To deny every pilgrim the chance to
kneel at the tomb of the Magdalene. How

could you?

You couldn't. You solved it.

You took the scroll out before it broke.

You solved it. Oh, you'll find it,
Robert.

You'll find it. Do you know what to do?
You'll find the girl. You'll kneel

before her and you'll set her free upon
the world.

There was every orb conceivable on that
tomb except one, the orb which fell from

the heavens and inspired Newton's life's
work, work that incurred the wrath of

the church until his dying day.

A -P -P -L -E.

The holy grail neath ancient Roslyn
waits, the blade and chalice guarding o

her gates. Adorned in master's loving
heart, she lies, she rests at last

the starry skies.

I think I know where she's gone.

I think the grail has gone home.

Built by the Templars themselves.

Named for the original Roseline.

Roslyn Chapel.

So this is it.

The gift at the end.

The Holy Grail meets ancient Roslyn
Waits.

You never told me the joke Sonia made of
you.

What was it?

He called me a flatfoot.

A beat cop of history.

Oh, a dumb policeman who just does his
job day after day. That's history.

You know, his father was one.

A policeman.

Sonia said he was the most honorable man
he had ever known.

We are who we protect, I think.

What we stand up for.

Jewish, Christian, Egyptian, Masonic,

Pagan, Templar, Cross, Pyramids.

I think I've been here before.

Sophie?

A very long time ago.

Sophie.

The blade and talis, God in all her
kings.

Pagan symbols for male and female.

Fused as one.

As the pagans would have wanted.

We're about to close, I'm afraid.

We're just going to be a moment.

I've never seen that before.

But the style is... It's unmistakable.

These could have been painted by
Leonardo da Vinci.

Adorned in the master's loving art, she
lies.

She'll rest at last beneath.

She was here.

Her sarcophagus.

Mary Magdalene.

The Holy Grail herself.

She was here.

With modern DNA testing, those bones
could have shown definitive...

Proof of a bloodline.

Where did she go?

Did the church finally get her?

These records go back thousands of
years.

They date back to the death of Christ.

Good God, could these really be the
Grail documents?

What did he want from us?

To find a sarcophagus?

How was I ever supposed to figure all
this out?

When you and your grandfather fought,
was it something about your past?

How could you know that?

About how your parents died?

Sophie?

It was during primary school.

I was in his library.

Doing research.

I was trying to find out about my
family.

I wanted to know about them.

But I couldn't find any records.

Not of their death.

Not of the accident.

I'd asked him for as long as I could
remember, but he would never tell me.

He stood over me.

And he wouldn't let me leave.

I kept my promise.

The next week he sent me to boarding
school.

One week and I, I came home
unexpectedly.

And what I saw my grandfather doing,
some ritual,

I was frightened.

We hardly ever spoke again.

Do you have any...

Any memories of your grandfather before
the accident?

Before your parents were killed?

Yeah. No, I don't know.

Why?

Because I don't think he was your
grandfather.

These are my parents.

My brother.

And this is you, isn't it?

The paper says the entire family was
killed.

The mother, the father, the boys, six.

And the girl, four.

Her name was never Saunière.

It's St. Clair.

It's one of the oldest families in
France.

It's from the line for the Merovingian
kings.

and want you to help guard the secret of
the Holy Grail.

Sophie, you are the secret.

You survived the accident, if it even
was an accident.

The Priory found out.

Somehow they concealed the fact that you
were alive.

They hit you with a Grand Master
himself.

Who raised you as his own.

According to all of this.

Princess Sophie.

No, that's not possible.

You are the heir.

The end of the bloodline.

What is it?

Sophie?

Who are you?

There have been many names.

The Keepers.

Guardians.

The Priory of Sion.

But to you, Sophie, we are friends of
the man who raised you.

Fraxonier.

He would have wanted you to know that he
loved you very much.

And that the Priory are here to protect
you now, as they have always protected

our family.

I gave you up once, knowing I might
never see you again.

I'm your grandmother, Sophie.

prayed for this moment for a very long
time.

Hey.

No more strings.

His last breath to keep him safe.

He has some things he wants to tell me
about my

family.

What will you do?

The legend will be revealed when the
heir reveals himself.

They just got the pronoun wrong.

He said when Sonia died, he took the
location of Mary's sarcophagus with him.

there's no way to empirically prove that
I am related to her.

What would you do, Robert?

Okay, maybe there is no proof.

Maybe the Grail is lost forever.

But, Sophie, the only thing that matters
is what you believe.

History shows us Jesus was an
extraordinary man, a human inspiration.

That's all the evidence has ever proved.

But when I was a boy, when I

was down in that well T -Bing told you
about,

I thought I was going to die, Sophie.

What I did at grade, I prayed to

Jesus to keep me alive so I could see my
parents again, so I could go to school

again, so I could play with my dog.

Sometimes I wonder if I wasn't alone
down there.

Why does it have to be human or divine?

Maybe human is divine.

Why couldn't Jesus have been a father
and still be capable of all those

miracles?

Like turning water into wine?

Well, who knows?

His blood is your blood.

Maybe that junkie in the park will never
touch a drug again.

Maybe you healed my phobia with your
hands.

And maybe you're a knight in a grail,
Gwen.

Here's the question.

A living descendant of Jesus Christ,
would she destroy faith?

Or would she renew it?

So again, I say, what matters is what
you believe.

Thank you for bringing me here,

for letting him choose you.

So, Robert...

You

take care.

Nope. Maybe I'll do better with the
wine.

Godspeed.

Thank you very much.

The Holy Grail, neath ancient Roslyn,
waits.

Adorned in Master's loving arms, she
lies.

The blade and chalice.

guarding or against.

She rests at last beneath starry skies.