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Hey.

Let me get one of yours.

You need a light too?

(indistinct chatter)

The bartender looks at who's coming.

Tell me about that. Tell me.

Well, a guy and a dog walk into a bar...

(alarm beeping)

(beeping continues)

(beeping stops)

There they are.

Wait.

The Da Vinci Optics.

Look at the intricacies of the metal work.

Doctor, we need to keep moving.

What am I looking for?

Something in Italian.

Is this Italian?

Let me see.

That's Romansch.

Keep looking.

That's it.

Ligurian.

Ling what?

Ligurian. Look for something in Ligurian.

What kind of language is that?

Italian.

(click)

IR beams.

It's all about the key, Griff.

Go on.

There it is.

Mr. Da Vinci...

I believe you have something to tell me.

It's not bound.

None of his books were.

Just watch the door.

Oh, my God.

Does it say anything about the treasure?

Just give me a second.

Doctor?

Giulia.

Giulia.

Griff, what the hell are you doing?

Coven's paying me a lot of money for this.

Doctor, just give me the Codex. I don't want to hurt you.

I don't care what he's paying you. It's not worth it.

Doctor, just... Please.

(groaning)

Jesus, Griff.

I'm sorry, Michael.

Just go, Michael.

(banging on door)

(alarm blaring)

(alarm blaring continues)

(bullet ricochets) Goddamn it!

(gunfire)

(panting)

Oh, my God.

The Da Vinci Codex.

Unbelievable.

(gun cocks) Hey, Samantha.

Seems like a lot of people are betraying you, Michael.

You must not have very good friends.

Well, with friends like you, right?

What the hell are you doing here?

The FBI give you your passport back?

Who needs a passport?

You know, at first I felt guilty about leaving you.

Now I just think it's pathetic that you haven't joined us.

Ow!

Give me the Da Vinci Codex.

Or what, you're gonna kill me?

(gunshot)

Keep your ass... right there. (gun cocks)

How you doin', Michael? You look like a deer in headlights.

How was your flight?

(Samantha) Dr. Coven!

What happened to you?

It was fast. He had a gun, and I was...

You did that?

Oh, no, no.

Here. Clean yourself up. That's a $2,000 outfit.

What?

That's for the Versace.

You satisfied? Get out of here

(Coven) It's a good thing she's cute.

Neat in the waist like a wasp.

Deep in the ass like a horse.

Huh?

I bet that slut's worth every penny.

Pick those up.

You know what? Get over it.

Every clue that you get

brings me closer and closer to my treasure.

Your treasure?

I've been busting my ass to find that.

I'll be damned if I let it wind up in your greasy hands, Coven.

These are Da Vinci's all over the ground.

How do you feel about that?

You know, the difference between you and me, Michael?

I'll go to any lengths to get what I want.

Any lengths.

Where's Griff?

(groaning)

Just go, Michael.

You kill him?

Now that is really sad.

How does it feel... Get up...

To be losing your team one after the other, huh?

How does that feel?

Huh? Look at this. Look.

(chuckling)

Do you know he was a homosexual?

I also think he invented the first vibrating dildo.

(laughs)

Good night.

Oh, yeah.

Michael, what are you waiting for?

You're doing all the work for him anyway.

(whistles)

Fuck.

(gun cocks)

I leave you alone for two minutes.

God, you're a mess.

Where's Griff?

(Michael) I have a mission.

Some might call it an obsession.

(laughs)

Oh, but what a treasure it is.

Once the spoil of kings,

empires,

and one of the most powerful families of the last 2,000 years:

theMedici.

Five hundred years ago,

it disappeared from the face of the earth.

Legends says it still exists,

hidden so well

that the most powerful armies could never find it.

And for as long as I can remember,

I've been in search of it.

This has led me to one of the most famous caretakers:

Leonardo Da Vinci.

I believe he left clues to the treasure's location

hidden in his work for future generations to discover.

This has become my life's work.

But I'm not alone in my quest.

And others are willing to kill for their share.

Or even worse.

At least they spared your pretty boy looks.

Just a few bumps and bruises.

God, I had it in my hands, Giulia.

Till my man Griffee melted down.

God, I still can't believe he did that.

Well, you always said that money does funny things to people.

Talk to me about this. I found it in your pocket.

It's the artifact I got you a couple years ago.

It was my father's. Yeah, I can see that.

What in the hell is a sketch of it doing on a Da Vinci Codex?

Well, I was kind of hoping you'd might be able to tell me that.

Are you sure it's his?

Well, it's not from the Codex Arundel.

Most of those drawings are basically...

based on physics and astronomy.

Can you read that?

It's not Italian.

I don't know what it is.

Try that.

Wow.

"For God commanded the light

"to shine out of the darkness...

"shined in our hearts...

"something, something...

In the face of Christ Jesus."

What is it, a passage from the Bible?

I guess.

Sounds like Corinthians.

I need to do more research.

These sketches are religious.

I C QUS... it's etched into the Grand Theatre in Greece.

It means, "Christ, Son of God, Savior."

That doesn't make sense.

Maybe it's not from Da Vinci.

I know what I saw.

Well, it could be from someone else.

Look at the paper. I mean, look at this imagery.

Well, I guess we could get it analyzed.

No, we can't. Coven has the book.

Besides, it's too late for that.

We don't have that kind of time.

Wait. It is Corinthians.

"For God, who commanded the light to shine out of darkness,

"hath shined in our hearts,

"to give the light of the knowledge of the glory of God,

in the face of Christ Jesus."

Corinthians 4:6.

It's commonly used to refer to the existence of the Shroud of Turin.

Shroud?

Yeah. The shroud that Christ was buried in.

No, I know that. I'm just...

Where do they keep it now?

No.

No. How hard could it be?

What are you trying to find on the Shroud?

That's what we've got to find out.

Oh, Michael, you're going straight to hell.

You know that? Yeah.

And you're taking me with you.

That's right.

And the Shroud is in the Cathedral of Saint John the Baptist in Turin.

Wait. You can't just walk in there and see the Shroud.

Why not?

Because it's not there anymore.

You can see pictures.

But the reliquary in the Cathedral that's supposed to house the Shroud is...

Is what?

The Shroud's too important.

So what are you telling me, that the reliquary's empty?

No. It does have a shroud in it.

But it's a fake.

That's what I've been told by my godfather, who's a Cardinal.

Can we go see your godfather?

(man) And the treasure?

(Michael) It's called the Sforza treasure,

named after the benefactor of Leonardo Da Vinci.

It's the treasured wealth of the Medici family.

Or more importantly, the stolen treasure riches

of the Ottoman Empire.

I mean if we could locate it, it would be, well,

probably the biggest find in history.

And what does that have to do with the Shroud?

Well...

it's said that before his removal from power in 1499,

Sforza's ties to the Ottoman ruler Selim

allowed him to have his treasure moved and hidden in the Ottoman Empire.

Of course Selim agreed, but then chose not to disclose

the location of the burial to Sforza.

And by the end of his rule,

the location was lost forever.

It sounds like you are basing a lot on a legend.

Well...

a legend, yes, but... also my father's life's work.

He spent decades taking notes, chasing down clues.

When he passed away, I picked up his search.

And that's what's finally led me here.

My life's work has brought me here to you.

And the Shroud.

Well, that's what we need to find out.

Apparently, the burial place is a secret chamber

that was built by the Knights Templar during the Crusades.

The Crusades?

The treasure is priceless.

So is the Shroud.

This is a treasure hunt.

I'm sorry, but you are wasting your time.

Michael, can you give us a few minutes?

Thank you, Cardinal.

Thanks.

It's good to see you.

Good to see you too.

Come on.

I'm glad you worked things out with your godfather.

Shh, quiet.

You've got to be kidding me.

We've only got five minutes.

This is where they keep the Shroud?

Well, who would look here?

Not me.

All right. Tell me what you know.

Well, the cloth's linen, and the...

What are you doing?

We're gonna take the top off so we can photograph the back.

No, we're not. Yes, we are.

No. Yes, we are. I'll be gentle.

You better be gentle.

And the weave is consistent

with techniques used in first century Palestine,

and previous testing showed no signs of paint or pigment on the Shroud.

But in 1998, they found blood.

What? Blood?

Traces of human blood.

AB positive, I think.

Okay, so, we're dealing with an artifact

that is, at least circumstantially,

consistent with a 2,000 year-old funeral shroud.

However, carbon dating analysis tells us that...

(groans)

it's only six to seven hundred years old.

Unless the carbon dating is wrong.

Excuse me, the carbon dating is not wrong.

Well, how do you explain these burn marks?

They may have swayed the results a bit, but not by 1,300 years.

Well, the Shroud has been mishandled so many times over the years

with shoddy restorations as recent as 2002, so...

Okay, help me with this, please.

(gun cocks)

Go ahead and grab that side for me, all right?

I just want to pop the top and set it down there. Just please be careful.

I will be careful. I'm serious.

My godfather's gonna really be upset with me.

Oh, my God!

My godfather!

We have to take it.

No, you can't take that, Michael! You can't!

If we don't, they will!

(gunshots)

No, this way, this way.

Shit! Come on!

Move it! Let's go, let's go!

Michael, I cannot believe you took that shroud! Just come on, come on!

God, that's Christ's shroud in your backpack!

(gunshots)

(siren blaring)

Right there! Right there!

Shit!

(tires screeching) Oh, God!

(gun cocks)

Don't shoot him.

Hey, hey, hey!

Sucks to always lose doesn't it, Michael?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm not a religious man,

but I believe shooting a Cardinal

gets you a first-class ticket to hell.

That ship sailed a long time ago.

Give me the Shroud, Michael.

Don't, Michael.

(click)

(sighs)

(unzips backpack)

See that?

We can be civil.

Come with me, Michael. Leave her.

Suit yourself.

(Samantha) Come on, boys.

I can't believe you gave that to her. (engine starts)

What the hell am I supposed to do, take a bullet?

Huh? (sighs)

Besides, we got the photos.

Now what? I don't know.

I wish you'd learn how to do this.

I wouldn't need you then, would I?

Thanks.

For you, not a bad cup of coffee.

What do you see?

Just the same negative images that I've seen before.

Some sort of isometric illusion.

A what?

Early 3-D.

It's like a false perspective created.

It's very confusing.

Well, if it is the Shroud of Christ,

I don't think we're quite meant to be dissecting it.

Michael, this is wrong.

Yeah, but it's right here.

Staring us in the face.

This is more than just a treasure hunt, Michael.

I really think we should go to the authorities.

This is the power of God.

There's an illusion here.

What?

A visual stunt.

This is blasphemy.

Just listen to me for a second.

There's been visual perceptions known to the ancient Greeks

since the beginning of time,

but we've only been studying them for the past century, right?

I mean, at least experimentally.

But in the 1800s, a Swiss naturalist named L.A. Necker,

he described a rhomboid drawn with 3-D elements

reverses in depth.

And he also correctly noted that changes of...

changes of eye fixation could also change perception.

And?

And I happen to know that Da Vinci created

a crude version of 3-D glasses.

That's because he had information he had to keep quiet.

Otherwise, he'd have been hanged for it. Exactly.

But I think he figured out some way to tell us his story

500 years after his death.

Okay, so assuming this is true, how are we going to read this?

But he also talked about in the Codex Arundul something...

something very different...

A pair of glasses with some concave mirrored lenses

that acted as a prism.

I think that there's something here

that can only be read if you have those glasses.

Perfect. So all we need is the glasses.

And I happen to know where they are.

I'm afraid you were going to say that.

(clicks tongue) Let's go.

(engine idling)

I just got off the phone with DeKorte. He's in.

Really? You think he's going to go for it?

Well, he's not stupid.

Well, exactly. You did just break into his house.

Besides I'll make it up to him when we find that treasure.

You ready?

Yeah. Let's get out of here.

I need to talk to Dr. Coven.

This is Paul DeKorte.

I want to talk to him about the Da Vinci Optics.

(Michael) Where are DeKorte's guards?

(Giulia) Good question.

You okay?

I don't know. I have a really weird feeling about this.

You want to wait in the car?

Yeah, I do.

All right. I'll be back in ten minutes. Okay.

Otherwise, call for help. Yeah.

(knocking)

(man screaming)

(glass shattering)

(screaming continues)

Nice, big shot.

Shit!

Hey, give me something.

Well, well, Dr. Michael.

Missed all the fun.

What the hell are you doing? He was a good collector.

But he's not a good negotiator.

How did you find out about the glasses?

What the fuck are you doing here?

I got the Shroud. I got the glasses.

But you don't know how to use them.

What?

I don't, huh?

I don't?

Ah.

Sit down.

Sit.

I'm tired of treading the same territory

over and over again with you, Michael.

Hey, I just find the clues.

You beat people up and take them.

You don't want to fuck with me, man.

I'm a man of the world, a man of action.

Yeah. We both are.

Uh-huh.

I hate to break it to you, but...

you're just a small-time crook.

What?

You heard me.

You're telling me that my stolen treasures

are not as pure as your stolen treasures,

you self-righteous, fucking hypocrite?

Huh?

Oh, yeah, fuck.

In Baghdad...

You know how much is coming into me from Baghdad?

I've got bowls that Persian kings soaked their nuts in.

Ninety percent of the museums around the world

are filled with the spoils of war.

And that's what this is:

a war.

My war.

Fuck you!

I'm done with you.

Get him! Get him, get him! Fuck!

Giulia!

Come on!

What? What happened in there? Come on! Just run!

Coven has the glasses.

(engine revs)

Slow down! I've got the glasses.

What? How the hell did you get them?

They were in his bloody car.

What happened in there?

Coven killed DeKorte.

It's getting ugly. We have to get to the airport now.

They're following us.

Take a right on this corner.

Easy! Take a right!

(tires screeching)

Turn!

They're coming!

Brake!

Go around, go around!

Oh! Get out, get out!

Sorry! Sorry!

Come on!

Oh, my God, the glasses.

The glasses are a lot better than I am.

Where the hell you going?

To the airport.

Good job.

Can we ditch this bus?

All right, baby.

All right.

Let's do this.

Jesus.

Stop that. What do you seeing?

Nothing. How could he see anything through here?

Oh, my God! What's wrong?

Jesus Christ!

Talk to me. What are you seeing?

(Michael) Symbols everywhere.

Give me the pen. Give me the paper.

What the hell is this in the middle?

What is that?

Looks like a guy standing.

It's got a canine head.

Egyptian?

I don't know.

A god. Maybe an Egyptian god.

I got a snake here. What is that?

Animals?

It looks like a map to me.

Really?

What about dog-man?

No, that's...

a location.

Monacelli?

Asia?

India?

Do you think this is a Ptolemy map?

This is so wild.

Okay, what else?

[groans]

All right.

We got a snake.

Okay.

The Amazon? Yeah.

Egypt?

Lions, Africa.

And this looks kind of like a crown to me.

England? Here, let me have a look.

Here.

Bloody hell!

Wow. Give me that.

This is unbelievable!

There's something over here, in the Middle East.

An arrow? I don't know what it is.

It's not an animal. Right.

It's weird.

There's text. Wait.

Can you read it?

I think it's backwards again.

Hang on.

Can you read it?

Wait.

Il morso finale.

The last...

Clue.

This could be the final clue, the final destination.

All right, so we've got a bunch of animals,

some dots, and a stick.

Wait, animals, calendar. What about the Chinese calendar?

Well, I've never heard of the year of the dog-man.

What's that? Why does he have that symbol there?

I don't know. "X" marks the spot, I guess.

Pagan iconography.

Could be.

It's a star.

We need a better map.

Okay, let's line up from here. The Amazon.

Then we go to England.

Exactly.

Africa.

India.

There we go.

And then we end in Egypt.

So what's our center then?

Afghanistan.

Great.

What? You finally get to wear that burka.

Marvelous.

Come on.

We've got to call Amal to get clearance in Afghanistan.

We can call him when we get to Austria.

What are you thinking about?

That symbol. The spear.

It just doesn't seem right.

Well, it's a long flight from London,

so we've got plenty of time to work it out.

What's that?

That's Westminster Cathedral.

It's beautiful. It's gorgeous.

It's not pagan.

It's religious.

What's this look like to you?

A spear.

No, no. In a religious context.

Um... Looks like a carpenter's tool,

like something to do with Jesus.

Jesus was a carpenter.

Yes, but he had a different symbol.

Doves, a cross, apostles?

Which one?

Let me see.

"Il morso finale. Il morso finale."

The final bite.

It's Thomas!

What?

The symbol is Thomas!

The Last Supper.

Yes! Exactly! Of course.

We're not going to Afghanistan! Whoo!

(laughing)

Look at Thomas.

What's he pointing at?

I'm telling you there's a way to get in there from the rooftop.

No. Yeah.

It's impossible.

You're not going to get in there.

That's never stopped me before.

Come on, let's go.

Hello!

Hello!

Excuse me, sir!

Hi! Si?

I'm American. Um...

I need some help.

No, no comprende.

Could you open the door, please?

So we can just... I really need help.

Could you open the door? Maybe just... Yeah.

Open the door, and then we can talk.

Thank you.

Grazie, I think.

Thank you.

Hi. Hi. Um...

I really, um, I... I left my camera inside,

and I really, really need some help to just get it back.

No, no, no, no.

Really, it would be... Oh!

Oh, no, no. No, really.

Whew! Um...

Whew! It's really hot, isn't it? Wow!

Whew!

It's really warm tonight. Whew!

But, um, it's a beautiful language, I think.

Don't you think?

Yeah, yeah.

If I could just come in,

and we could find a little camera...

My camera, and I can get it.

Is that okay?

Okay, never mind. Thank you.

Ciao!

(locks door)

All right.

Fantastic.

Oh, my God, don't tell me you bought those tickets with your credit card.

Of course I did. What are you thinking about!

Just relax, okay?

I used the credit card to buy five tickets

to European cities that we're not going to.

But I used cash for the two tickets to Athens.

That way, while they're busy checking trains that we're not even on,

we'll be safe and sound.

Not just a pretty face. Good plan.

Okay, I'm going to call Amal.

He'll organize our travel arrangements to Afghanistan.

Perfect. How much time have we got?

Come on, we gotta go now!

All right, here we are. Have something to eat.

You finding anything on that?

It's a brick.

Hmm. You think you got the wrong one?

I don't know, Michael. Maybe...

Maybe Da Vinci had nothing to do with the Shroud.

Maybe these clues have nothing to do with Da Vinci.

What are you saying? That this is circumstantial?

That it doesn't matter?

'Cause I don't believe that, Giulia.

I've given up my life for this.

I'm just saying.

I'm just saying. Okay.

Look.

The clue's on the brick.

Numbers?

Degrees.

Longitude or latitude?

Or both.

Either way, it gets us closer to where we're headed, right?

I don't know, Michael.

Maybe we're reading these clues wrong.

Maybe it's just taking us down the wrong road.

I'm just tired. Yeah.

You just don't want to believe that Da Vinci could have created the Shroud.

Really? Yeah.

We're going to Afghanistan.

I'm tired.

Good night, Michael

Okay.

That's it.

That's it!

(glass shatters)

What are you doing, Michael?

What's going on, Michael?

It's a photograph on the Shroud.

That's why there's no pigment on the cloth.

Oh, you're drunk.

Give me your earring.

Give me your earring. I need a pin or something.

Why?

Here. I'll show you.

Hold down the edge of the shade.

So what you're proposing is that some Renaissance man

invented photography 400 years before we thought so.

Well, all he would need is a darkroom, right?

And he wouldn't even need a lens,

although a crude one might help.

You see?

The Renaissance artists would use camera obscura

to project the images onto a canvas,

and then they would trace the image.

Yes, I know that.

Well, the next step in making the Shroud

would just be some sort of light-sensitive chemical

that would enable him to capture the image.

Well, silver nitrate would do that,

and artists have been using it for a thousands of years in their paint.

But not on the Shroud.

That's Christ's Shroud.

Da Vinci had advanced knowledge on optics and chemistry.

He was an expert on human anatomy.

Mm-hmm.

Look at this.

(train whistle)

We're here.

Hold that.

We're going to have to come up with a new plan.

Hey, head down to the back of the train.

That way.

Michael!

It's good to see you, my friend!

Amal!

God, look at you. Look at you.

This is my friend, Giulia.

Hi. It's great to finally meet you.

Michael...

This isn't the best place for a white woman to be.

If you want to talk, it's okay, come inside.

But she must stay out here.

Sure.

Something about you being a woman.

That's why I love Afghanistan.

We must come here more often. Vacation, I think, next time.

Amal.

Sorry if I caused you a problem here.

Michael, the problem...

We got big fucking problem. What?

You asked for my help, but I will not wreck my village for you!

What are you talking about? There's people everywhere with guns shooting up.

I lost two men, Michael. Two men!

People are shooting, Michael! Coven's here? Now?

I don't know who the fuck it is, but they're shooting my men.

You need to get the fuck out of here now! Where are they?

Where are these men? I sent them away, but they will be back!

Get that white woman and go now!

Okay, listen to me.

I need a ride. Do you have a car? Any vehicle?

I don't have nothing for you. That orange one.

Michael, that's my American car.

You cannot take my American car from me. I don't care!

I'm in a pinch. I'm gonna take that car.

I'll return it to you. I'll get you a better one.

It took me ten years to get here. Keep them here!

Don't take my car, Michael! That's my fucking American...

Michael, that's my American car!

Goddamn it, Michael!

Go, go, go! We gotta go!

Come on, get in the car! We gotta get in the car!

Why? Come on! Now!

Who's chasing? Just go!

(coughing)

My kingdom for a proper windscreen!

I've got no idea where we are. I need a GPS reading.

Oh!

Oh, hello!

Look, Michael!

Amal, good job!

Any bullets in that thing?

Fully loaded.

Excellent. Yeah.

You've got to bear slightly this way, towards the mountains.

All right.

That way. One second.

Yep.

Oh, shit! We've got company.

How do they keep finding us?

Get the gun! Shoot back!

Shoot!

Shit! We're out of bullets!

Check the back! Wait!

You're going the wrong way! Go that way!

Just check the back for more bullets! Okay!

Oh, wow.

Now we're talking.

(bullets ricocheting)

(gunfire)

(Giulia) Whoo!

Where'd the hell you learn how to use one of those?

French finishing school.

(laughing)

Good job, kid.

This is it.

This is it! Stop!

God.

I can't believe this is it.

There's nothing.

We'll find it.

Here.

It's this way.

This is it.

Come and look at this. (chuckles)

My goodness.

I've been saying all along, something's missing.

Like a key or a piece.

Oh, shit!

And we've come all this freaking way.

Michael?

Michael.

Michael!

(laughs)

Oh, my God.

It was in the brick. Yeah.

That's our key.

(laughs)

Oh!

(rumbling)

Oh, God!

See anything?

No.

Nothing. There's no writing.

There's no artwork.

Just be careful, all right?

Ooh.

Looks like we found a burial chamber.

Perhaps a bit unfinished.

(Giulia) Wow. Look at this.

This could take awhile. (gasps)

Yeah. Let's just keep moving.

Watch your step though.

This place is probably covered with traps or surprises.

Yeah, maybe that's what the symbols on the burial shroud

are talking about.

Like a warning?

Yeah. Come on.

What the hell is this?

What is it?

Oil.

Great. A dead end.

There's nothing.

Did we miss something back here?

I don't know.

Let's just backtrack.

(click)

Michael...

you've touched a trap.

(rumbling)

Oh, my God.

Back up. What?

Back up.

I just feel like we're a few hundred years too late.

Yeah.

We're out of clues.

Looks like we're gonna be on our own for a while.

Oh, yeah.

Wait a second. What?

This inscription was on the Codex.

Oh, my God. We're close.

(blows)

What is it?

I think it's a puzzle.

Could be a combination lock.

(blows) Wait a second.

We've got nine digits and three spaces, and we're out of clues.

Did we miss something? Did we miss a clue?

We've got a triangle surrounding the sun and the moon.

That clever bastard.

What?

It's the Mona Lisa.

What? What has that got to do...

No, it's The Mona Lisa. Listen to me.

The theory of the Mona Lisa is that...

it's an anagram for "Sol Anima," right?

The opposite energies of the sun and the moon.

And what are the three digits?

The composition of the Mona Lisa is the Pythagorean triangle...

with the ratio of the sides being three...

four...

and five.

Three.

Four.

And last but not least...

(laughs)

Come on, five.

(rumbling)

(click)

Uh-oh.

(air bursts) Go, go, go!

Stay with me!

Go!

Come on!

Well, just keep looking. There's gotta be something here.

Another dead end.

What?

My father's artifact.

Oh, my God.

Careful.

Those things are everywhere.

(Michael laughs)

We did it.

(laughing)

(whistle)

Hey.

I told you I'd be here for the payoff.

Huh?

No, he didn't.

How the hell did you find us?

The door was open.

That's solid gold.

(clank)

Give me that.

Here's your Shroud.

It's all there.

It's a stinkin' rag.

You happy now?

Come on, Coven, let's...

Let's work something out, huh?

What?

80 / 20?

70 / 30?

Look, I don't care what you do with me. Just... let her go.

(laughs)

You gotta be kidding me.

Wow.

The place really makes you feel humble, almost.

Almost.

(Michael) Watch it, Coven. That's oil.

You'll blow us all up.

Come here.

Come here.

Don't move.

Don't do anything stupid.

Come here, look, look.

You're never going to have to work again a day of your life.

You ready?

Get ready to make a move.

Look.

Kill 'em. Kill 'em.

Go slow.

Michael, I'm gonna miss you.

But, Giulia...

I'm going to enjoy this.

Sam, what the hell are you doing?

Put the gun down.

(rumbling)

Giulia.

(coughing)

Are you all right?

(coughing) Yeah.

God.

You smell that gas?

The Shroud.

Oh, my God.

Jesus, Samantha.

(Michael) The oil.

The oil!

Oh, no. Get down!