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Hurry, man!

We don't have all night.

Nostradamus.

Get back there, fool.

I want the remains moved by morning. Open it.

Excellency, the prophet's curse, everyone knows.

Superstition.

Who do you fear more, a dead fortune teller or a prince of Rome?

Won't you around his neck?

This year, he predicted when we would disturb him. A bubble.

Nothing more.

Bring the cart.

Through this, you will see the secret of

the future.

For the worthy who possesses it, this is my gift for you.

For the unworthy, let it be my curse.

Ah, Sydney, this is the kind of lecture tour I could get used to. No knives, no

guns, no one trying to sacrifice us to some demon god.

Oh, it is getting a bit boring, isn't it? I don't know.

I could get bored like this for quite some time.

Come on, Nige. You can't tell me that you don't miss it just a little bit. I

don't miss it just a little bit.

Well, you're in luck, because for the next few days, you don't have to worry

about anything more dangerous than a Paris cab ride.

Professor Fox?

David Watson, am I fine?

No.

No. No, no, no.

This isn't fair.

Is he all right? He'll be fine.

I need to speak to you about a matter of extreme urgency.

We have reason to believe that a high -level assassination is planned for

days from now.

Sorry, but I'm not in the assassination prevention business.

Well, our informant indicates that you may be the only one who can stop this

tragedy from taking place.

Who is this informant?

Was, Professor.

The man who identified you as the person to stop the assassination was the...

was the 16th century prophet Nostradamus.

This part here was found under the floor of Nostradamus' home, one of the fetts

which were uncovered by a renovation in the 1800s. I've studied Nostradamus'

quatrains. He predicted Catherine the Great, Napoleon, some even say the

Kennedys, but I've never read anything that mentions Sydney.

The second thousand will still be new when ruin will fall upon a man of

greatness.

The bird will deliver the hunter.

The chase returns to the place that it began.

And on the eve, the fox will seek the 1600 and its light will save the hound.

The fox and the hound is a fable as old as anyone can remember. But to think

that the fox in this quatrain refers to you is what you might call a bit of a

stretch. What exactly is a 1600?

The 1600 is a medallion.

With it, one can supposedly decipher all of Nostradamus' cryptic predictions

and, in effect, see the future.

For what it's worth, I want you to understand that I don't believe in this

medallion or that a centuries -old prophet foresaw modern -day events.

See? There are others that do, however, and I have my orders.

Who is the man of greatness that Nostradamus refers to?

I've been instructed to keep his identity under wraps.

Look, I've operated on a need -to -know basis before, Watson, and usually what I

didn't need to know... Almost got me killed.

Your job isn't to prevent the assassination, Professor Fox, only to

medallion. It should be a relatively safe assignment.

My personal number's been encrypted into the speed dial. To contact me, just

press send.

I don't recall having accepted this assignment.

I've done my homework on you, Professor Fox, and I'm betting you can't resist

the challenge of a personal communication from Nostradamus,

believes it or not.

I don't like him.

Good

work.

You should have told her the steak's involved.

The fewer people who know, the better. She's as good as her reputation. We'll

have what we need before the hand enters the country.

Stanley. Your track record is legendary, but don't you think... There are

reasons for track records, Watson.

I refuse to not believe. I understand, but... No.

It's clear that you do not understand.

If it's a forgery, it's a good one.

The parchment, the ink, the handwriting, it's all letter perfect.

Even the grammar and the syntax, it's pure Nostradamus.

So we're to assume that the man of greatness is also the hound?

Not that I'm buying into any of this, but all right.

All right.

If he's connected with MI5, it's got to be pretty big.

The part about the bird shall deliver the hunter, what do you think about

I don't know.

I think we should get to the church where Nostradamus was buried.

You sure?

Yes, I'm sure.

You do realize we could be sitting in Café Flo with a café creme, a croissant,

kicking back, watching the world go by.

Nigel, do you think there's any possibility that Nostradamus could have

referring to me?

I've been on so many adventures with you, Sid, to rule out any possibilities.

Our crypt has many famous residents, Mademoiselle Falk, but the individual

seek overshadows them all.

He was a man whose life was truly touched by God.

We're actually more interested in who might have touched him after his death.

We're looking for the medallion that Nostradamus was buried with.

Ah, 1600.

Well, I can assure you that that is nothing more than a myth.

How can you be so sure?

Studying the life of Michel de Nostredame has been my life's work.

This story of a medallion was propagated solely by a superstitious laborer who

was frightened of Nostredame as a curse.

So no one else saw it?

Well, there was a cardinal, Henri Dallier.

He was overseeing the work at the time of the determined.

Now, Dallier swore blind that there was no medallion.

But he was the only witness.

The Cardinal was a holy man. I think we might concede that his word was worth

something. What happened, Tony?

He wound up on the wrong side of Vatican politics and was reassigned to a

monastery in Langrune -sur -Mer.

He spent the last years of his life there.

Yeah, Watson.

It's called Langrune sur Mer.

The monastery where Cardinal Dallier was buried.

Yeah, of course.

I'll call you if we find anything.

What did Watson have to say?

He'll join us if we find anything.

What is it?

The car.

Who is that?

His name's Antonio Castillo. He's a relic hunter?

He's like the Mozart of relic hunters.

He started out in the business as a teenager, spooked everybody in the

once. Even you?

Not yet.

You think he's after Daniel?

Let's assume he's not here.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Any word?

No.

If there's nothing in the next two hours, I want you to light a fire under

You really believe a scrap of metal is going to tell us who's trying to kill

prince? I believe the events predicted by Nostradamus' poem bear great

similarities to our current situation.

Re -establish communications with Sidney Fox and get me some results.

Welcome. Welcome to the monastery of Longroon, Sir Mayor.

Uh... The monk at the Church of Cordier didn't mention that the Langrune

Monastery had been converted into a museum.

The monastery was decommissioned when the last brother died years ago. A viral

infection. A particularly painful death.

Yes, we're interested in a previous resident of the monastery, Cardinal

Dallier. Strange coincidence.

Another gentleman was just here asking about Cardinal Dallier.

We ran into him on the way out.

Paul Laurier, I'm the caretaker of the monastery.

Are any of Cardinal Dallier's artifacts or records still stored here? As I told

the other gentleman, one of the great treasures of Long Rune is Cardinal

Dallier's journal. It follows the years from 1600 to his death in 1615. A rare

look at 17th century life. Not to mention that it's also a portrait of a

driven far beyond the limits of sanity.

Very far beyond.

Could we take a look at the journal?

Of course.

Well, how mad was Dallier?

Well, shortly after arriving in Hong Kong, he began to believe he was seeing

visions of the future.

These visions, which he called his terrible sight, became more and more

over his years here.

Did any of these predictions come true?

No, that's what makes his story so bizarre.

Dallier's visions were all of one thing.

His own death.

He founds off dying?

And the years of pain that led up to it, as the cancer ate away at him, each new

day's agony more intense than the last.

Dallier became convinced that Nostradamus's curse, which afflicted him

would follow him in death, and that his remains, like Nostradamus's, would be

disturbed, which terrified him.

Finally, Dallier awoke one day and smiled at his attendant, told him that

everything was fine now, that he saw no more future for himself.

And that night, he died, exactly as he predicted.

The curse of Nostradamus.

Is there any record of the disposition of Dallier's belongings?

Yes, the last man asked the same question. He was particularly interested

medallion Dallier might have had? I'm sure he was.

That's like pious men of his day. Dallier gave most of his worldly

the church.

So, no record of the medallion? He was buried with his Bible and little else.

Due to the value of the journal, we keep it locked away.

Did he ask to see it? The other man, yes.

Mr. Laurier, did you leave him alone at any time?

Not just for a minute. He asked for a glass of water.

Then I'm afraid your book's already gone.

My God.

I have

the

journal.

The rest is only a matter of time.

Castillo has to be after the medallion.

It sure looks that way.

You think he has a copy of the parchment?

He must have.

Why else, after 400 years, do we wind up here within an hour of each other, both

looking for Dahlia?

He has to be working for someone who had access to it, but who?

Welcome to the joys of need to know.

We just have to get to the medallion before he does.

You heard what Laurier said about Dallier's last entry?

Yeah, there's no record of any such medallion.

But then there wouldn't be, not if Dallier's the thief.

Dallier's sealed in the mausoleum. We haven't enough time to get official

permission to exhume the body, even if we can get permission at all.

Who said anything about getting permission?

Move some of these loose rocks away.

What, so Grave Robert don't injure themselves?

He apparently has a Grave Robert, yes.

disturbs these bones and invites upon himself a terrible curse.

About this medallion, maybe you should just call Watson and tell him you've

changed your mind.

Nigel, put a shoulder to this. Help me open it.

Don't tell me you're still afraid of a little curse.

Okay, look at it this way.

Dallier said it wasn't his curse. It was the curse of the one that cursed him,

right?

Right. So that would be Nostradamus.

Now, Nostradamus wants me to find his medallion, right?

Right. Though Nostradamus wouldn't put a curse on me.

Right. You're absolutely right.

Of course he didn't say anything about you.

Huh?

You're one step too late this time.

I've already called for the police.

Dalia's tomb.

Oh, dear. What have you done?

If his remains have been damaged, open it.

If he's not here, then where is

he?

I have no idea.

Where is Daniel's journal?

I don't have it.

Pardon me if I don't trust you.

Lower.

Well,

I guess we've solved the mystery as to how you found out about the medallion.

What's going on, Mademoiselle Fox?

That's what I'm trying to figure out here. Where did you get this?

If you're trying to protect them, forget about it. They're playing you the same

as they're playing me.

All right, Watson.

It's about time you start doling out some of that need -to -know information.

I took out your friend Castillo.

Well, I don't know any Castillo.

Oh, come on. He was carrying one of your nifty cell phones.

And the only way he could have found out about that medallion was through you.

Professor Fox, I assure you, this Castillo is not working for me.

How else could the assassins have found out about the parchment or the existence

of the medallion? I don't see how.

I'm being completely honest with you here. Have you come any closer to

the medallion?

Not yet.

Have they met?

He was your man?

Yes.

I decided to go with backup in case Professor Fock didn't find what we were

looking for.

How much more is there you're not telling me?

I run an investigation my own way. You should understand that.

Oh, come on.

You've been in the service too long, Watson.

You're getting paranoid.

By the way, I've always been a fan of yours. I'm flattered. Just hand over the

journal. That medallion could be worth a lot of money. We could work together,

split it. I don't think so.

Why not?

Because it's wrong?

You know, I could really help you get over your hangover morality.

The only help of yours that I want is to hand over that journal.

You stick to your guns.

I'll give you that.

Which is why it pains me to do what I have to do.

Nigel! Am I alive?

It still looks like you have all your teeth.

Well, that's something you'd be grateful for.

Yeah, that and the fact that we still have the journal.

Thank you so much for recovering the journal.

Let's just hope it helps us find where Dahlia hid the medallion.

Here we are, April 2nd, 1615.

Dahlia's final entry.

Instructions for his burial.

The curse he evokes on anyone who disturbs his rest.

Nothing even hinting he was buried anywhere else.

You said he wrote in his journal every day?

That's right.

Yet there's a gap here. Three days no entries were made. Right before his

It was assumed Dallier was exhausted or wracked with pain.

But in his final entry he writes that the burden of his terrible curse has

lifted. He's made his peace a penitent unto God.

What could have happened in three days that would have turned him into a man

seemingly unafraid?

The only three days unaccounted for since he began writing his journal.

Is there any way of finding out what he did during those three days?

I suppose the monastic records might be of some help.

February, February, March, March 26th.

Here we are, March 26th. There's a record of a coach being hired to carry

Cardinal Dallier to the church of Cordier.

It was a three -day trip. Like to Cordier.

Why?

Of course.

Dallier's confessor, Cardinal Le Gros, was stationed there. And perhaps, seeing

his death imminent, Dallier wanted to unburden his soul.

Or maybe to ask Le Gros to prepare a secret grave where Dallier and the

medallion would lie undisturbed for all time.

Professor Fox is on her way back to the Church of Cordier.

What?

That's where she believes the medallion is located.

My God.

Perhaps now you won't be so sceptical, Watson. Do you realise the odds of the

medallion being in the same town as the summit?

As the Hound?

Stanley, listen to me.

I don't know what I believe, but this has gone far enough.

We cannot have two relic hunters in Cordier during the summit. What if the

gets hold of them? What if they interfere in the conference?

Stanley, if you value your career, we've got to call them off.

Yes, you're right, of course.

Hello?

I'm sorry. The road leading to the chateau and the church are out of use

next 24 hours. I have to get in there. I have very important business.

Unless you have credentials for the summit, I'm afraid you're out of luck.

Summit? You know, Earth Day, Save the Whales, that sort of thing.

Dignitaries from all over the world will be in there, I suppose.

I'm sorry. I can't comment on that, madam.

The chase leads to the place it began.

Yes, ruin will fall upon a man of greatness.

Bird will deliver the hunter.

Now we know where.

How do we figure out who will win?

The medallion.

If the answer's contained in the parchment, the medallion is the key to

unlocking it.

There's got to be a back entrance.

I say we dump the car.

How do I know you're going to say that?

Here it is.

1515.

No Dallier.

Any ceremonies officiated by Le Gros?

Four.

Strange, there's one here recorded without a name, only a number.

1600.

Dallier?

There's a dog around the crypt.

April 4th, 1615.

A penitent underguard.

Same phrases in Dallier's journal.

Cardinal Legros took care of his friend.

What are you two doing here?

Hello, brother.

We were going to ask you some more questions about Dallier. Did you get

ropes? I'm calling the police!

Any minute, there are going to be 50 men with guns outside that door.

We better hurry up and do what we came here to do. Right.

I don't see any

medallion. Neither do I.

Laurier said that Dallier's Bible was the only earthly possession he was

with.

This is another inside that no one knows about.

I'm gonna tell you.

This way.

They're in the crypt. Down there.

Down there.

Okay, twiggy.

We'll break down the door.

Now what?

No visions of the assassin, nothing.

Wait, here we are, stuck in a tomb with a legion of men with guns outside the

door, and the bloody thing doesn't work.

Look, let's just open up and say, the poet made me do it.

The poet?

What were the exact words that the poem used?

Fox shall hunt the 1600, and light shall save the hound.

Light shall save the hound.

It's illuminating certain words and phrases.

A hidden message.

Stop this.

Please, stop this.

There has to be some other way of doing this.

Please. Get the counterinsurgency package.

Go. Go!

The British will bow to the Hound. Bow to the Hound?

Who gets bowed to?

Royalty. Target's a member of the royal family.

Okay. Come on.

Killed by the Cobra?

Cobra? What does that mean?

I don't know.

Maybe it's a code name.

Maybe. Maybe Watson will know.

We're cutting through.

Okay.

Come on, give me a signal. Give me a signal.

Okay, I've got a signal.

Didn't he, Fox?

Put her on conference.

Professor Fox?

Watson, we've got it.

The target is a member of the British royal family.

The assassin?

You are the Cobra.

You know, Watson, you're stuck in a vault with a bunch of French security

outside. Can you call them off?

Don't worry, Professor Fox.

Just hand yourselves over to the authorities.

I'll take care of everything.

I need to get to the peace conference ASAP. Yes, sir.

Look, whatever member of the royal family is here

is going to be assassinated.

And your proof is a 16th century curse?

It's a prophecy, actually.

As I said, you have my cell phone.

Contact MI5. Speak to Agent Watson.

Well, I am MI5.

We've just checked with London. They say they know nothing about you.

Well, maybe he's top security clearance.

Anyway, the man we were working with, his name's Agent Watson.

The session ends in about an hour.

We'll get to the bottom of things then.

It'll be too late by then.

What does he mean he doesn't know anything about us?

Oh, working on a need -to -know basis. The left hand doesn't know what the

hand is doing.

At least we've still got the medallion.

All we have to do is figure a way out of here and get someone to listen to us.

Looks like the conference is taking place on the east side of the building.

Mm -hmm.

I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask to see some identification.

Okay, everything seems to be in order.

The conference is just breaking up.

Watson.

Watson, thank God you're here. Sorry it took so long.

French red tape is even more complicated than our own.

That name that we got you, did it pan out?

No, no, but our security people think they've got everything under control.

In the meantime, I'll transport you back to Paris personally.

In the bird.

What?

Whirlybird. Nickname for helicopters.

Like the one that delivered you here?

Ruin will fall on a man of greatness, and a bird will deliver the hunter.

That's the poem that you gave us, right?

What are you saying? He's the Cobra?

It all makes sense, doesn't it?

You didn't put us on this to stop the assassination plot. All you wanted was a

medallion.

I really didn't believe you, no.

But I told the truth when I said I don't take any chances.

Wait a minute!

We were being flown out of here a minute ago. How do we get back to this?

What is it, about politics?

Politics?

I've dabbled in politics in my time, and I've chased the money. Let me tell you,

the money wins every time.

Aren't you just... Hey!

Aren't you just a little afraid of the medallion?

Why? It may have predicted the future, but I'm not sure I'm ready to believe in

curses. Who said anything about the Kurt?

Device!

Put it down!

No, arrest him!

He's trying to kill the prince.

Agent Watson?

She attacked me. No, I found this on him.

It's the device that he was going to use to detonate a bomb to kill the prince.

Sort it out once you put the device down.

Now!

Miss, I'm only going to ask you once.

Give it to me. You may have a hidden activator.

No, the prince is coming to his car right now.

All right.

Now you can arrest me.

This is Red Leader.

Return Hound to Nexus 3. We're going Code Delta.

For your sake, you better be right.

They found ten kilos of C4 wired to explode.

We've secured it and the threat is over.

Thanks for your help.

Did you hear that?

Castillo? How did... You know what, Nigel?

I think this is definitely...

I need to know a situation.

I guess someone was looking out for us.

Hey, so now we're even.

I scooped you, you scooped me.

We must admit, we work pretty well together.

Finding the medallion and saving the prince.

Actually, Castillo, Nigel and I found the medallion and we saved the prince.

Details. I still think we'd make a partner.

What, like in Jakarta? Or at that monastery in Langone, Saumere?

Professor Fox?

Deja vu.

We've turned Agent Watson over to the authorities.

In light of the murder of his superior, they were very eager to get him into

custody. His version of Nostradamus' curse is just beginning.

Speaking of the prophets, the... Oh, right.

It's gone.

What?

The medallion. It's gone.

A likely story.

Don't look at me.

It was in here when we left Cordier.

Where could it be?