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In the church, I must tell them.

Glory to God in the highest, and for all his mercies we give thanks.

I really shouldn't be doing this.

Father, you must proceed.

I wouldn't allow my child to be born a bastard.

Do you, Guy de Bourdin, take Josephine Pontoise to be your wife to honor and

cherish for as long as you live?

I do.

And do you, Josephine Pontoise, Take Guy de Bourdin for your husband

to honor and love for the rest of your life?

I do.

I hereby pronounce you nan and wife.

I made this myself for you, Josephine.

If you ever doubt my love, read it and be reassured.

I adore you and this child more than life itself.

Father Louis, take her somewhere she will be safe.

Josephine. I'm going to speak about you.

Come, my child.

What's the meaning of this?

By what right? In the name of the Révolution de Bourdin, you

and your aristocracy must die.

No!

Impossible. Her office hours are completely booked.

Try next week.

Ancient studies.

Yeah, he's here.

Nicole Chamfort.

Nicole Chamfort.

Easy, Rover.

Nicole, bonjour.

How's everything in France?

Did Professor Fox read my thesis yet?

Well, I gave it to her last night. She promised me she'd get to it.

Nigel, please.

I really need her help.

I'll do what I can.

I'll think of somewhere to pay you back.

Get to go.

I'll call you later.

Bye.

Pay me back.

And Nicole would be?

A graduate student.

I see.

She's a friend.

I'm just trying to help her out.

And what kind of help does she need?

Nicole is researching the history of ancestral home.

Apparently it's about to be transformed into some jet -setter's resort.

Local land barons selling out to Michael Barney.

The mega -developer guy.

Turning a village into a happening resort.

Am I missing something?

There are families who have lived in this village for hundreds of years,

Claudia. They'd be displaced.

Listen, honey bun.

Sidney hasn't got time to go off on another one of her adventures, you hear

She's been canceling appointments since the beginning of the semester, and I've

just finished rescheduling the last one. She's booked solid.

Sidney stays put. Got it.

Nigel.

Nicole stumbled onto something big.

Nigel and I are going to France.

If we find the wedding vows the priest signed, it'll prove that Guy's the

to Josephine's baby, thus making her child rightful heir to the village.

And the current...

Did Bourdain come illegally restrained from selling out to Michael Barney?

I'm sorry.

Fire me if you want, but I am not pushing back these appointments one more

Come on, Claudia, he can do it. No.

Well, just tell him Sidney went out of town.

Butt out, lover boy.

I can't. Why not?

Dean Bernson, the new assistant dean, he's after your relic -hunting ass.

What are you talking about?

His office called to verify all the cancelled classes, the missed

He's ambitious, Sidney, and dangerous. You can't go.

Well, thanks for looking out for me, Claudia, but I have to try and help

people. You're clever.

I am?

Yeah. I'm sure you'll figure out a way to cover my relic -hunting butt.

Have fun, honey bun.

Maggio.

Nicole.

Thank you so much for coming, Cindy.

I can't tell you how much this means to me. No problem.

I've arranged for us to meet Father George first thing tomorrow. He's the

at the same church Guy and Josephine were married at 200 years ago.

Well, hopefully we're married.

Yes.

I'm afraid this is the only place I could get a room.

Looks charming.

And I could only get one room.

One room?

Um, that's all that was left.

One room.

Father, free all this.

I'm sorry.

Not a problem. Not a problem.

We'll make it work. We'll make it work.

Nigel, luggage.

Oh, long day.

Long day.

It's 11 o 'clock our time, Sid.

Why don't you take a rest?

Yeah, I might do that.

And you?

Actually, that sounds like a good idea. I think I'll take a... jog.

You're not tired? No.

I mean, she's a regular machine.

Yeah, they call me the Terminator.

I think I'll go change.

I still can't believe you convinced her to help me, Nigel.

I thought it was a worthwhile cause.

I'll never forget this, Nigel.

Before,

in class, I'd look at you, but I never really saw you.

Do you know what I mean?

Sydney.

Sydney.

What happened to you?

Believe it or not, something good.

We're onto something here, because someone definitely doesn't want us here.

Gilbert Pontoise, beloved son of Josephine, orphaned by fate,

adopted by the village of St. Agnes -sur -Loire.

Translation was perfect.

Gilbert's mother, Josephine, died in childbirth. He was raised by the

When he died...

Gilbert left all of his possessions to the village as a way of saying thanks.

Well, if he really was a de Bordain heir, then those possessions would

the entire village.

Father George, would it be possible to look at the church records?

We're looking for a marriage from 1789.

No, I'm afraid the church archives were lost during the revolution.

Lost? The peasants believed the clergy to be in collusion with the nobles. They

wanted to burn down the church.

Oh, Father Lewis hid the records.

Yes, and other treasures.

Let me guess. They were never found.

That's right. He died before he could tell anyone where he hid them.

Mass is at seven.

If you're interested.

I think it's time we paid Vincent de Bourdain a visit.

Aristocratic families often kept their own records.

But it's not in his interest to help us find the document.

I'm not expecting him to help.

I just want to think he's hiding anything.

Um, we would like to see... Yes?

Um, Mr. de Borda?

That's Father George's suggestion.

Very well.

Wait here.

It's nice to know Lurch is alive and well.

Yes, I received the sketches and the blueprints yesterday.

Tell Mr. Barney it all looks good.

All right. Au revoir.

Vincent de Bourdin.

You are reporters?

Historians, actually.

I must tell you I'm late for an appointment in Paris.

But if Father George suggested we talk, please.

I'll be brief.

Your proposed development has generated a great deal of interest in your family

history.

It's a very rich history we are quite proud of. Are there any Dubourdin family

records?

Certainly. Would it be possible to see them?

I'm afraid they are quite old and delicate.

Oh, we're used to handling ancient documents.

Excuse me.

Please, do not touch that.

This is an original 1855 Massante.

1859? No, 55.

I'm afraid you're mistaken.

Massante didn't write any seafaring essays until after the death of his

But I'm sure he makes a mention of the date somewhere in the... Oh, um... My

mistake. I'm sure it was 1855.

There is a story about Guy de Bourdain.

Guy de Bourdain died a bachelor.

In a sword fight with anti -clerics during the revolution.

I can assure you, he was never married.

I never said anything about a marriage.

Who was he supposed to have married?

Good day.

I appreciate your time.

Ego. This is the lawyer who is helping us.

You have to be Professor Fox.

Ego.

We are happy you are coming to help us.

The pigs.

Oh, Hugo's a little protective of the village.

I grew up here.

My family lives five generations here.

Do you know what five is?

Thank you. The pigs.

Oh, if we can find documentation that Gilbert Pontoise is the rightful heir of

Guy de Bourdin, Hugo will take the necessary legal action. I see.

Great.

We will be very grateful for whatever you can do to help us to stop the

desecration of our village by the pigs!

I go now.

I love this passion, don't you?

Dean Berenson.

Where's Sydney?

She promised to be at the Regents' meeting this morning.

Oh, um, yeah. Well, she, uh, she really wanted to be there, but she's, um,

sick. Really sick with that whole, um, flu thing that's going around now.

So she's home.

Good. I'll call her there.

No.

Excuse me?

Um,

um, well, you know how dedicated she is. She, uh, she came in, but she, um,

she... Actually,

I was going to check on her. Would you, um, would you mind?

These people are a problem.

We have dealt with problems before.

I don't think there will be too much trouble taking care of this one.

Are you... Are you sure she needs all right?

Yeah.

I feel kind of bad.

Don't. Don't feel bad.

She's alone, Nigel.

She likes to be alone.

I... I can't help it, Nigel. I feel weird.

Weird? Arthur in here and her by herself.

Nicole, Sidney, she's an adventurer.

She's a breed apart from anything else we know.

When she gets to a new place, she likes to explore every nook and cranny.

My guess is right now she's strolling down some quaint little back alley in

complete heaven.

You think so?

I know, sir.

Hey, Andre.

Pardon. What is this? Come here. You didn't wash me at all.

Look here. There's dirt on here and here. It's all not covered in dirt.

that one.

It's probably the wine.

The wine.

We've got to break into the Dibordin Chateau.

It was driving me crazy.

We know he's definitely hiding something, and it's probably got

with the family archives. But it's a big chateau, right?

Right. Then I saw your bottle of wine.

The wine cellar. A constant environment, well concealed.

We'll start first thing in the morning.

Oh, no. Vincent de Boudin is in Paris right now. I say we strike while the

fire's hot. She's right. Another perfect time. There's only lurch to contend

with.

Why don't you go that way? I'll check in here. Right.

Hello. Put her on.

Not great timing, Claudia.

Now.

Yes, ma 'am.

Hello, Claudia. I can't play this game anymore. He's on my case. Who's on your

case? Dean Bernson.

I lied. I told him that you were sick, and that's why you haven't been around.

Good work.

You gave him one hook.

I can't anymore.

I told him you were on the other line, and he started getting really

and said that he'd hold until you got off.

Claudia, there's no way I can... Hello, Sidney?

Hello, Dean.

I can hardly hear you. What's wrong with your voice?

Ah, laryngitis.

I thought, Claudia, you said you had the flu.

Louis.

Well? He's picked hundreds of books.

See the small hole above the keyhole?

Anyone tampered with this, it emits a gas, one that'll probably kill us

instantly.

The only way we're going to get into the lock is with the key.

Any thoughts on where it might be?

My guess?

It's in Paris with Vincent de Bourdain.

It appears Monsieur de Bourdain is not in his room.

What's wrong with this one?

Nothing that an hour won't fix. It's magnetized and complicated.

I thought it was an easier one.

Oh, thank God.

I went to take a shower, came out to get some ice. The door closed

behind me and locked.

Please, can you... Great.

Thank you so much.

Thank you.

Complicating just picking the lock. Let's look for the key, all right?

Yes?

It's you.

I came by for an update.

How are they doing?

Chimney and Nigel?

And the quest against the thing that would destroy your village.

And the lives that we all throw.

Hugo, Hugo, the other guests.

I apologize.

No.

Oh, they, they, they want you to Paris.

Paris? Oh, yes, something about a key.

Sidney, I found this under the bed.

What are you doing here?

Taking a shower?

Much more complicated.

Now what?

My clothes are gone.

I don't believe he's that dumb.

Good morning,

family. Ledger.

Years 1785 to 89.

Just after the marriage between Guy and Josephine was supposed to have taken

place, the de Bourdains made a huge donation, unlike anything else on the

ledger, to a Father Louis.

A payoff?

Maybe. Hush money to pretend that the marriage never existed.

What do you think, Hugo? Is there enough to stop them?

I don't know.

Father George seems to know a lot about Father Louie. Maybe he knows about the

payment.

Well, Father Louie was not only wise and brave.

He was shrewd.

If he took money, it would have been to rebuild the chapel that was damaged in

the Revolution.

There is so much we do not know.

I see.

The tragedy is he died before the restoration was complete.

Thank God he finished his window.

His window? The story has it that he personally designed it himself.

Inoculus Salvatore Inverness Salutem.

Through the eyes of the Savior.

Restoration will be found.

You said Father Louis died before he told anyone where he hid the treasures

records. That is correct.

What are you doing?

Through the eyes of the Savior.

Father Louis is talking to us from the grave.

What are you talking about?

I think I know where Father Louis hid everything.

You know where the document is to save the town? I think so.

Then I must try to make the court delay the signing of the contract by the

big...

Ancient study.

He's coming here?

Yeah, yeah. I'll let him know that you called.

Sidney?

Sidney, it's Dean Hudson.

Sidney?

Yes? What are you doing?

A tribal dance. I learned it from a Batuu witch doctor.

My last hope. This is the worst cold I've ever had.

Achoo!

People must have lived in these caves for centuries.

Here.

The chapel.

Probably been like this since Father Louis used it to minister to the

Fresh cup.

People still come here.

Whatever Father Louis may have hidden might have already been found.

Take a look at this.

It's identical to the stained glass window.

What is Father Louis trying to tell us?

There's something behind here. Sid, I'll do it.

You sure?

Sid.

Let's split up. I'll take this way.

What?

What's wrong?

Where's the certificates?

Baptism.

The marriage document.

To you, Josephine Pontoise de Bourdin.

I shall always be true, I shall always love you and our child, so help me God,

your beloved husband, Guy de Bourdin.

Signed and dated by Father Louis.

We have the proof to set for development.

We'll never see the light of day.

I'm sorry.

I'm weak.

I'm broke.

I'm fine.

Oh, no, no, no, Hugo. You're smart.

And now you're rich.

I'm afraid I have to go with Hugo on this one.

Get rid of them and destroy the documents.

You didn't say anything about killing anyone.

I have no option.

I sincerely doubt that I could buy them like I bought you.

Actually, I think you might find we can be quite a bargain.

Shut up.

No. Killing, no.

Oh, now, Hugo, now you are not being so smart.

Your protestations are making you sound like a liability.

And come to think of it, you have outlived your usefulness.

Kill him, too.

Hugo, you know what I call these people?

Dicks! Dead, dusty dicks!

Come on, let's get out.

No. No.

You think they go through?

No way.

It took a lot of guts.

I was stupid, but not a pig.

No signal.

Huh? Time to find another way out of here.

The only way out of here was through that tunnel.

Maybe.

Maybe not.

Bats and mammals.

They need air.

Watch them.

It looks like they're headed in another direction.

Why don't you check this way?

You can blame me for this. I was so carried away wanting to stop the

Nicole, we will get out of here.

How can you be so sure?

Because I've been in situations like this before.

Many times.

And because Sidney's here.

They flew out of some place up here.

There's a tunnel of some kind. There's got to be a way out.

Oh, great.

Sidney! What's wrong?

Small problem. There's more than one tunnel now.

We're trapped.

That's Michael Barney's car. We're going to be too late.

They're not going to open it.

You don't think... Couldn't be that stupid.

Amazing. Stop!

I don't know how much you know about your business partner, Mr. Barney, but

doesn't have the right to sell what isn't his.

This document proves that the village legally belonged to Gilbert Pontoise de

Bourdin. It bequeaths it to the villagers and their descendants.

Out in a moment.

Right. Out in a moment.

Out in a moment.

Are you sure Sydney won't be coming back?

Oh, uh, you don't know Sydney when it comes to poker.

The only way we'll see her before sunup is if she loses the shirt off her back.

You know what I like best about Englishman Nigel?

When it comes to women, they don't take things for granted.

This is good.

It's not right.

Huh?

I can't help thinking about Guy and Josephine.

Huh?

Their passion was born out of love, ours is out of lust.

You think?

Oh, let's not chip in it.

I could come back and visit.

And we could get to know each other.

Full house?

A pair of threes.

Some families have lived in St. Agnes -sur -Loire for centuries, and the

discovery of the artefacts which were hidden in a cave by a local priest to

protect them from the anti -clerics during the French Revolution was almost

important as saving the town from the billionaire developer Michael Barney's

bulldozers.

Oh, I've got a couple of calls from the airport. I'll see you guys later.

Must be the Jerry Lewis syndrome. There is no accounting for French taste.

Dean Bernson.

You look like you're feeling better.

Much better.

I probably caught it from you.

I'm desperate. You've got to help me.

Help you?

How?

The Batuu dance.

Of course she'll help you. I'll just...

Turn on the music.