All language subtitles for DaViCo2006.EXT

Stop now.

Tell me where it is.

You and your brethren possess
what is not rightfully yours.

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.

Wait!

My God, forgive me.

In the sacristy...

the church of Saint-Sulpice,
is the Rose Line.

Beneath the Rose.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

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.

- Hatred, racism.
- Ku Klux Klan.

Yes, yes, interesting. But they would
disagree with you in Spain.

There, they are robes
worn by priests.

Now this symbol. Anyone?

Evil.

In English, please.

Devil's pitchfork.

Poor, poor Poseidon.

That is his trident. A symbol of power
to millions of the ancients.

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 the pagan god
Horus and his mother, lsis...

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.

I still think that his whole take on phi
was a little far-fetched.

I don't think so. I think that the
golden ratio is everywhere in nature.

I don't think so. I think that the
golden ratio is everywhere in nature.

Sure, I can do that.

My son is a student
of yours at Harvard.

- Michael Culp? He adores you.
- Oh, yeah.

He says you're the best teacher
he's ever had.

Ms. Culp, I think I already gave
Michael an A-minus.

He told me. Thank you.

Mr. Langdon?

Hi.

Bonjour, professor.

I'm Lieutenant Collet from DCPJ.
A kind of French FBI.

Will you take a look
at this photo, please?

My police chief, Capitaine Fache,
had hoped...

considering your expertise
and the markings on the body...

you might assist us.

Will you excuse me a moment?

I was supposed to have
drinks with him.

I was supposed to have
drinks with him.

Yes, we know.

We found your name
in his daily planner.

He never showed.
I waited for over an hour.

Why would someone do this to him?

Oh, you misunderstand, professor.

He was shot, yes.

But what you see
in the photograph...

Monsieur Saunière did to himself.

Teacher, all four are dead.

The sénéchaux and the
Grand Master himself.

Then I assume
you have the location.

Confirmed by all.

Independently.

I had feared the Priory's penchant
for secrecy might prevail.

The prospect of death
is strong motivation.

It is here.

In Paris, Teacher.

It hides beneath the Rose
in Saint-Sulpice.

You will go forth, Silas.

I chastise my body.

Capitaine Fache is waiting for you.

Okay.

- Mr. Langdon.
- Yes.

I'm captain Bezu Fache.

You like our pyramid?

It's magnificent.

A scar on the face of Paris.

After me, please.

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 gonna be here this evening.

I'm not sure how much help
I'm gonna be here this evening.

How well did you know the curator?

Not at all. We met only once.

We were on a...

On a panel together.

Something is funny?

We didn't agree on much.

We didn't agree on much.

Frankly, I was surprised
when he contacted me.

Could we take the stairs?

So Saunière requested
tonight's meeting.

Yes.

How? Did he call you?

E-mail. He heard I was in Paris.

Had something to discuss.

What?

You seem uncomfortable.

- Are any of those real?
- Of course not.

So you know something
of security procedures.

Well, I know video surveillance in
a museum this size is cost-prohibitive.

Most now rely on containment.

Most now rely on containment.

Yes, forget about
keeping the criminals out.

Now we keep them in.

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.

Dear God.

Let's cover the talking points again,
Your Eminence.

Many call Opus Dei
a brainwashing cult.

Others, an ultraconservative
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 a less defensive tack,
Your 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 cilice?

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

Only a small proportion
choose to live ascetically...

in the cloisters
of our residential halls.

But we are all united in God's work
around the world.

But we are all united in God's work
around the world.

Surely that is an admirable way
to lead one's life.

Why are some media referring
to Opus Dei as "God's mafia"?

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

And because the war finally
draws to a close.

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

Aringarosa.

Silas has succeeded.
The legend is true.

It hides beneath the Rose.

My part of our bargain
is nearly fulfilled.

I meet the Council in an hour.

I will have your money tonight,
Teacher.

I will have your money tonight,
Teacher.

The Vitruvian Man.

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

And the star on his skin?

A pentacle.

And its meaning?

The pentacle is ancient.

Symbols carry different meanings
in different settings.

This symbol, professor.
This setting.

The pentacle is
a pagan religious icon.

Devil worship.

No. No, no, no.
The pentacle 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
Saunière's last act on Earth...

was to draw a goddess symbol
on his chest? Why?

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

I can tell you he, as well as anyone,
knows the meaning of this symbol...

and it has nothing to do
with worshiping the devil.

- Is that so?
- Yes.

Then...

what do you make of this?

"O, Draconian devil.
Oh, lame saint."

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

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

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

Precisely.

Precisely.

So, professor...

Officer Neveu.

Please, pardon the interruption.

This is not the time.

I received the crime-scene jpegs
at headquarters...

and I've deciphered the code.

It's a Fibonacci Sequence.

It's a Fibonacci Sequence.

That's the code Saunière
left on the floor.

Headquarters sent me
to explain, captain.

It is the Fibonacci Sequence.

The numbers are out of order.

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

Right?

Pardon me?

I'm Sophie Neveu,
French police, Cryptology.

Your embassy called 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.

Well, thank you.

Hello, you've reached
the home of Sophie Neveu.

Miss Neveu? This...

No. That's the right number.

You have to dial an access code
to pick up your messages.

But I'm getting...

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 to Captain Fache.

You are in grave danger.

Church of Saint-Sulpice.

Good evening, Sister.

I need you to show someone
our church tonight.

Of course, Father.

But so late?

Wouldn't tomorrow...?

This is a request from an
important bishop of Opus Dei.

It would be my pleasure.

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
wanna splash some water on my face.

Yes.

She said it is meaningless.

Mathematical joke.

Is it meaningless?

I'll take another look
when I come back.

I'll take another look
when I come back.

I'm sorry. Of course.

Do you have a message
from Saunière?

What are you talking about?

Crazy old man.

You have me confused with
someone else.

I was asked to come here
and consult.

No, you are
sous surveillance cachée.

Yes, and...

What?

Bring the suspect to the crime scene
and hope he 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...

Fache wiped clean
before you arrived?

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

He's still in there?
What's he doing?

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

He is sure you're guilty.

When did Saunière contact you?

- Today?
- Yes, yes.

What time? What time?

At 3. Around 3. Three.

The gallery alarm was triggered at 8.
You were...

- I was giving a lecture.
- At 9.

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

We call Fache "the Bull."
Once he starts, he doesn't stop.

He can arrest you and detain you
for months while he builds a case.

And by then whatever Saunière
wanted you to tell me will be useless.

Stop it! Just stop!

Who are you?

What are you talking about?
Tell you what?

Maybe who really killed him.

The Fibonacci Sequence.

I believe Saunière wrote it...

so his investigation would
include cryptographers.

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

No.

And the letters.

"P.S."

P.S., postscript.

"Princess Sophie."
Yeah. Silly, I know.

But I was only a girl
when I lived with him.

Jacques Saunière
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.

Fache was never gonna let me
just stroll out of here, was he?

No.

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

What exactly do you propose?

Saunière was reading his book.

"Blood trail."

Excuse me, captain.

Crypto called.
They identified the code.

Neveu told us already.

I should have fired her on the spot,
barging in like that.

Yes.

Except they didn't send Neveu.

What?

Captain, look at this.

Captain, look at this.

He Jumped!

Shit.

He's moving again. And fast.

He must be in a car.

He's going south
on Pont du Carrousel.

Shit.

That cop will check
the whole lower floor.

That cop will check
the whole lower floor.

I will only take a moment.

Of course.

He is much older than I remember.

I haven'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
so badly to say...

he found neither of us in time.

- Wait a minute.
- Professor?

Come on.

It 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.

An anagram.

You have eidetic memory?

Not quite. But I can pretty much
remember what I see.

Anagram is right.

"O, Draconian devil. Oh, lame saint"
becomes:

"Leonardo da Vinci.
The Mona Lisa."

Professor, the Mona Lisa
is right over here.

Look at this. He must have
thrown it from the window.

Smart to hit the truck.

What, you admire him now?

We're stupid.
Who did we leave at the museum?

Ledoux? Get him on the radio!

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.

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 Saunière said
the first time we came here.

There. Blood.

Hey.

"So dark the con of man."

No. It doesn't say that.

Is it another anagram?
Can you break it?

Professor, hurry. Hurry!

Moon. Sermon. Charms.

Demons. Omens. Codes.
Monks. Ranks. Rocks.

Madonna of the Rocks.

Da Vinci.

Careful. Careful.

This can't be this. The fleur-de-Iis.

Stay where you are!

Let go of the painting...

and put it on the ground.

No. You put your gun down.

Now!

Or else I will destroy the painting.

Hurry up!

Slide your gun to me.

Be careful.

I never really liked this painting.

Run.

It was Saunière's.

I remember finding it once
when I was a girl.

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

Have you ever heard
those words before, Sophie?

"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've wanted kept secret?

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

The 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-Iis is their crest.

They're guardians of a 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.

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 this...

Okay.

No, no, no. You're not gonna make it.
You're not gonna make it!

Well, that was...

We won't last long in this car.

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

We need to get out of sight.

Christ, give me strength.

Christ, give me strength.

You are a ghost.

Christ, give me strength.

Stealing in a house of God!

You are an angel.

Christ, give me strength.

Christ, give me strength.

You have powerful friends.

Bishop Aringarosa
has been kind to me.

I could not miss this chance
to pray inside the Saint-Sulpice.

I could not miss this chance
to pray inside the Saint-Sulpice.

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 out.

I insist.

May the peace of the Lord
be with you.

And with you.

Gray Smart car. Black roof.

Gray Smart car. Black roof.

Corner of Denain Boulevard
at the train station.

How could you let them get away?

Why not just shoot the damn painting?
Imbecile!

You should put his cigar
out in your hand!

Get out of here!

They found Neveu's car
abandoned at the train station.

And two tickets to Brussels paid for
with Langdon's credit card.

A decoy, I'm sure.

All the same,
send an Officer to the station.

Question all the taxi drivers.
I'll put this on the wire.

Interpol? We're not sure he's guilty.

I know he's guilty. Beyond a doubt.

Robert Langdon is guilty.

This is the Bois de Boulogne?

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

Your police don't patrol this park.

Stay here.

Stay here.

Police.

What do you want?

Fifty euros for all your stuff.

Go and get something to eat.

Did it occur to you
that could be dangerous?

No. And now we have
a place to think.

Any ideas, professor?

Any ideas, professor?

You could've 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.

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 and sweeping in history...

was actually orchestrated
by a secret brotherhood...

the Priory of Sion...

and their military arm,
the Knights Templar.

But the Templars were created
to protect the Holy Land.

That 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 limitless power.

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

Too threatening.

So the Vatican
issued secret orders...

So the Vatican
issued secret orders...

to be opened simultaneously
all across Europe.

The Pope had declared the
Knights Templar Satan worshipers...

and said God 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 nothing.

But they found nothing.

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, Saunière thought he knew
the location of the Holy Grail?

Maybe more than that.

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

This metal 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.

And vingt-quatre Haxo,
it's not an ID stamp.

It's a street address.

This is Jacques Saunière.

Please leave a message
after the tone.

Please, Monsieur Saunière,
pick up the phone.

This is Sandrine Bieil.

I have called the list.

I fear the other guardians are dead.

The lie has been told.

The floor panel has been broken.

Please, monsieur, pick up the phone.
I beg you.

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.
That...

Come, you saints of God.

Hasten, angels of the Lord.

To receive her soul.

And bring her to the sight
of the Almighty.

In the name of the Father,
the Son, and the Holy Spirit.

Welcome, bishop.

May Christ be with you.

And also with you.

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.

I'll fetch the others.

Welcome, bishop.

This council is convened.

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 us.

How fortunate we are.

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

How humble.

Our savior, Bishop Aringarosa.

Were we to grant your request...

when would
this mission commence?

- Actually, tonight.
- What?

- It has begun.
- We have not agreed.

How dare you presume to...

I do not presume, I act!

The Vatican's unwillingness
to support us...

is both impious and cowardly.

Blood is 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.

Two prostitutes identified
Langdon and Neveu...

Two prostitutes identified
Langdon and Neveu...

getting into a taxi
in the Bois de Boulogne.

Because of your expertise?

- I'm sorry?
- About the Priory.

Do you think that's why
Saunière sought 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.

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

Cnce made a joke at my expense.
Got a big laugh out of it.

What was it?

How may I help you?

The door to the right, please.

That was quite a performance.

The 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.

Good evening. I am André Vernet,
the night manager.

I take it this is your first visit
to our establishment?

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 generations.

Is it yours, mademoiselle?

The shortest safety-deposit-box
lease 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 is 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 10-digit number...

known only to the account bearer.

I hope you manage to remember it.

A single wrong entry
disables the system.

- Ten.
- Ten.

- Ten.
- Ten.

Your grandfather's
Fibonacci Sequence.

Scrambled, 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.

My God. 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 I 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.

In there?

Hey, is there a problem?

Hey, is there a problem?

Good evening, sir. Police.

I just drive from here to Zurich.
Not French, English?

- English?
- Yes.

We are looking for two criminals.

You came to the right place.
They're all criminals here.

Would you mind opening the hold?

Please. You think they trust us,
the wages I get paid?

You don't have keys
to your own truck?

It's armored.
Keys get sent to the destination.

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.

Forty euros in Barbès.

Yours for 35.

No, no, no.

- Thirty.
- No. It's okay, it's okay.

Come on, 30, eh?

I said, no!

I said, no!

Move along!

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 have given him
an angel to do his will.

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

I firmly resolve, with the help of
thy grace, to confess my sins...

to do penance
and to amend my life.

Amen.

I chastise my body.

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.

Sometimes that they can be kind.

And 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.

A cryptex.

They are 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 open, the vial breaks...

vinegar dissolves papyrus...

and your secret is lost forever.

The only way
to access the information...

is to spell out the password...

with these five dials,
each with 26 letters.

That's 12 million possibilities.

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

Saunière made one for me once.

My grandfather gave me a wagon.

This clearly is not the Holy Grail.

Come on.

Please, you're not all right.

May I try something?

I don't know why it works.

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

You think?

Yes.

Feeling better, Sophie?

My parents died in a car crash
with my brother.

I was 4.

I'm sorry.

It was many years ago.

Better?

Yeah.

Okay.

Twenty 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 lose sleep
over a couple on a killing spree.

Turn around.

Turn around!

You too, mademoiselle.

Sophie!

Get in the truck!

I'll drive! Hurry!

- Better?
- Always, if I got too nervous...

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

Saunière used to say
I was like a dog.

A cute dog. You know, 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 a psychologist too?

What if Saunière had started
to groom you for the Priory?

What do you mean, groom me?

Your grandfather gave you puzzles
and cryptex as a child.

Say Saunière was hoping one day
you would join him in the Priory.

Still, years later,
when he imagines...

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 here.

I do know a Grail historian,
absolutely obsessed with Priory myth.

An Englishman,
lives here in France.

Do you trust this man?

I hope you can.

Vernet, André.

It seems you're not a driver at all.

Apparently, you lost your tongue
along with your truck.

Aiding and abetting
two murder suspects.

That carries jail time.

Speak to my lawyer.

All this confusion, violence,
vanishing property...

It might get around that your bank is
less than ideal, don't you think?

You think you're in pain now,
André Vernet?

My cause is worth your life.
Understand?

What do you want?

Your truck carries a homing device.
Activate it.

Your truck carries a homing device.
Activate it.

Please wait.
I'll see if he's available.

It's on the wrong side.

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

Robert! Do I owe you money?

Leigh, my friend...

care to open up
for an old colleague?

- Of course.
- Thank you.

But first, a test of honor.

Three questions.

Fire away.

Your 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 sculler
outrow an Oxford man at Henley?

Surely such a travesty
has never occurred.

Your heart is true.

You may pass.

Welcome to Château Villette.

Leigh Teabing has spent
his entire life...

studying the Grail.
That thing is one hot tamale.

Sorry?

The cryptex, it's a hot coal.

A hot potato?

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

Very close.

The truck's signal is coming online.

It's about time.

Locked on and tracking, sir.

Very good. Tell Collet not to move in
until I get there.

Attention! All of Collet's units
to Château Villette.

The suspects Neveu and Langdon
are likely at that location.

Aringarosa.

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

and 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 Leigh Teabing,
may I present Miss Sophie Neveu.

Sophie, Sir Leigh Teabing.

It's an honor to welcome you...

even though it's late.

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?

Lemon.

Correct.

Château Villette. Yes.

- No.
- Oh, you must.

Remy is from Lyons,
but nevertheless...

he is fantastic with sauces.

No, I can't.

A dramatic late-night arrival.

A dramatic late-night arrival.

Mention of life and death.

What can an old cripple
do for you, Robert?

We wanna talk about
the Priory of Sion.

The keepers?

The secret war?

Sorry for all the mystery.

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

You?

- Really?
- Not without your help.

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

Not if it works.

There are always four:

The Grand Master
and the three sénéchaux...

make up the primary
guardians of the Grail.

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

The Priory's members
span our very globe itself.

Philippe de Chérisey
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
in 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 Bible.

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 worshiped a balance
between nature's male 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 love and a single God.

Centuries after his crucifixion...

Christ's followers
had grown exponentially.

And had started a religious war
against the pagans.

Or did the pagans commence war
against the Christians?

Leigh, we can't be sure who began
the atrocities in that period.

We can at least agree that the
conflict grew to such proportions...

that it threatened
to tear Rome 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 Nicaea.

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 date for Easter...

to the administering
of the sacraments, and of course...

the immortality of Jesus.

I don't follow.

Well, ma chère,
until that moment in history...

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

as a great and powerful man,
but a man nevertheless.

A mortal man.

Some Christians held
that Jesus was mortal.

Some Christians believed
he was divine.

Some Christians believed
he was divine.

Not the Son of God?

Not even his nephew twice removed.

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 into a god...

but within the human world.

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

Constantine did not create
Jesus' divinity.

He simply sanctioned
an already widely held idea.

- Semantics.
- No, it's not semantics.

You're interpreting facts
to support your own conclusions.

Fact: For many Christians, Jesus was
mortal one day and divine the next.

For some Christians,
his divinity was enhanced.

Absurd. There was a formal
announcement of his promotion.

They couldn't even agree
on the Nicene Creed!

Excuse me.
"Who is God, who is man?"

How many have been murdered
over this question?

As long as there has been
a one true God...

there has been killing
in his name.

Now let me show you the Grail.

This used to be the ballroom.

This used to be the ballroom.

I have little occasion to dance
these days.

I trust you recognize
The Last Supper...

the great fresco by
Leonardo da Vinci.

Now, my dear,
if you would close your eyes.

Oh, Leigh, save us the parlor tricks.

You asked for my help, I recall.

Allow an old man his indulgences.

Now, mademoiselle,
where is Jesus sitting?

- In the middle.
- Good.

He and his disciples
are breaking bread.

And what drink?

Wine. They drank wine.

Wine. They drank wine.

Splendid. And one final question:

How many wineglasses
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 legend...

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.

No balloon animals.
I can make a great duck.

This is the original icon for male.
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 will be 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, more 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 are 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?

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 Domini, 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...

appear to be 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.

Yes. 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...

But this says nothing of marriage.

Well, actually...

Robert.

Actually, in those days, the word
"companion" literally meant "spouse."

And this is from the Gospel
of Mary Magdalene herself.

- She wrote a 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 her?'

Yes. 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.

Few realize that Mary was descended
from kings, just as her husband was.

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

From the Middle English
"Sangreal"...

of the original Arthurian legend.

Now, as two words.
Can you translate for our friend?

"Sang real", it means "royal blood."

When the legend speaks of the
chalice that held the blood of Christ...

it speaks 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 crucifixion.

For her own safety and for that
of Christ's unborn child...

she fled the Holy Land
and came to France.

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

They know the child's name.

- A little girl.
- Yes.

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

Why?

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

People found God through sex?

In paganism, women were worshiped
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 Witches Hammer.

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

all freethinking women.

In three centuries of witch hunts...

50,000 women are captured,
burned alive at the stake.

Oh, at least that.
Some say millions.

Imagine, then, Robert...

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.

The keepers of the proof
of our true past.

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

and Mary Magdalene.

Sir Leigh?

Sometimes I wonder
who is serving whom.

His sauces are not that fantastic.

His sauces are not that fantastic.

Yes, can I help you?

Yes. They're on the news now.

Living descendants? Is it possible?

It's not impossible.

You have not been honest with me.
Your pictures are on the television.

You are wanted for four murders!

That's why Vernet said
"killing spree."

You come into my home,
playing on my passions for the Grail.

- That's why he needed you.
- You will leave my house!

- Leigh, listen!
- No, I'm calling the police.

Jacques Saunière
was her grandfather.

You're the obsessive Priory scholar.

You still keep lists
of who might be in the Priory?

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

He was on your list of who could
be Grand Master, 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 sénéchaux dead?

What if you yourself were dying,
a Grand Master?

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.

Can that really...?

Is it the keystone?

I'll even show it to you, Leigh.

Will you just tell us
what the hell it's for?

Fache says to wait, so I wait.

What's Fache thinking?
The truck is here. They're inside.

What's Fache thinking?
The truck is here. They're inside.

Yes.

As the legend foretold:

"It hides beneath the Rose."

Oh, my...

Leigh.

Leigh?

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 sénéchal. A guardian of the Grail
right here in my own home.

Tell him, please.
I don't know any of this.

Leigh, it's not that simple.
She doesn't rem...

Robert!

Do not move, woman.

Cripple.

Put the box on the table.

What, this trifle?

Well, perhaps we can make
a financial arrangement.

Put the keystone on the table.

You will not succeed.

Only the worthy
can unlock the stone.

Rip the gate down.

Well, well, my dear.

Sit down.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah, yeah.

- Are you?
- Yeah.

Yes, well, 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 cilice.

- A what?
- Well, look.

Inflicts pain so he can suffer
as Christ suffered.

Not so common these days.

Opus Dei.

Remy, take care of this.

Fache is 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.

Leigh?

You want what's in this box?

You want what's in this box?

We need a way out of here.

Well, actually...

I do have a plane.

- Robert! Where do we go?
- Come along.

- In here. Come in.
- Over here.

Get the door. Hurry.

Over here. Over here. Sophie.

Watch out!

Be careful.

Come, Rem...

Shit.

Easy.

Jesus!

Apropos.

I can't imagine
what your complaint is.

I'd be within my rights to shoot you
and let you rot in my woods!

Put that away. We might need him.

Better.

Opus Dei.

- What is it?
- A conservative Catholic sect.

Opus Dei is a prelature
to the Vatican.

You're saying the Vatican
is killing people for this box?

No, 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 the one side stands the Priory...

and on the other
an ancient group of despots...

with members hidden
in high-ranking positions...

throughout the Church.

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

And that 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 that shows...

that the Church's version of Christ
is inaccurate?

What if the world discovers...

that the greatest story ever told
is actually a lie?

The Vatican faces a crisis of faith
unprecedented.

I've got a signal now, sir.
It's 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. No, we love Zurich.

What the hell do you mean,
you lost them? Collet.

You're the one who lost them.

You control every step
of this investigation.

You don't let anybody breathe.

You're acting like
you lost your mind.

What is it with these two birds?

Interpol just registered a new
flight plan from Le Bourget.

Stay out of my way on this, Collet.

Did you kill Jacques Saunière?

Did you kill Jacques Saunière?

I am the messenger of God.

Did you kill my grandfather?

I am the messenger...

Each breath you take is a sin.

No shadow will be safe again.

For you will be hunted by angels.

You believe in God?

Your God doesn't
forgive murderers.

He burns them.

Sophie.

The Teacher will be pleased.

What will you do
once you have the Grail?

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?

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 Fache didn't.

It's all about this...

idiotic little box.

That's not too flattering.

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'm his marionette, Robert.

I'm his marionette, Robert.

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

But you've done enough.

I don't know why Saunière
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.

I need the flight plan.

Ten minutes.

I asked you to get it for me.

I'm on break.

Come back in 10 minutes.

My nose! My nose!

The flight plan, please.

You asshole!

It's not "cross."

"spear"?

What happened to her?

No one knows.

Mary Magdalene lived out
her days in hiding.

And the zealots 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
of Mary Magdalena...

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 most believed
her sarcophagus...

the Holy Grail...

was finally lost in time.

What are you doing?

At the chateau, you said,
"it hides beneath the rose."

No, no, no. Do be careful.

In Latin, sub rosa.
Literal translation...

"Beneath the rose."

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 Wrath incurred.

You seek the orb
that ought be on his tomb

it speaks of Rosy flesh
and seeded womb.

"In London lies a knight
a Pope interred"?

A knight whose funeral
was presided over by the Pope.

Of course, the Priory knights
were not just any knights.

Templars.

Templars.

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

Temple Church.

Temple Church.
If you'll excuse me, my dear...

Roger and I must discuss
a change in flight plan.

Leigh.

Harboring and transporting
fugitives?

You are already implicated enough.

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 two may well
have given this old man...

the greatest night of his life.

Thank you.

He's going to want more money.

I suppose this is a new technique
for investigations.

I've lost them.
They flew to Switzerland.

No extradition.

The controller filed charges.
Ari was on dispatch. He called me.

What's going on, Bezu?

You know that I am Opus Dei?

Yes.

A bishop of my order called me.

He said a killer
came to him in confession.

His name was Robert Langdon.

He said I couldn't imagine
the evil in this man's heart.

That he would keep killing.

He said I had to stop him.

The bishop broke his vows
to tell me this.

He charged me
to stop Robert Langdon.

Tell me, Collet, who have I failed?

Tell me, Collet, who have I failed?

The bishop?

God himself?

They've changed their flight plan
to London.

Go on, Fache.
I'll take care of the controller.

Maybe he needs a few extra euros.

Just tell me next time.

I have them, tower. Relay Hawker
to land and hold on tarmac.

- Secure the area!
- Wider!

- Armed police!
- You two, round the back!

Armed police!
Put your hands in the air!

- Three men up!
- Ready!

- Three men up!
- Ready!

Put your hands in the air! Do it now!

I'm afraid 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...

and 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 miss.

I'll fetch the car, sir.

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.

All right.

I could run them over.

Bad tip.

Let him 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?

Do you have the bonds, bishop?

Yes, I do, Teacher.

I have chosen an Opus Dei
residence for the exchange.

I am honored.

By the time you get to London,
I will have the Grail.

- 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.

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. Heaven 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?

When he was a boy,
young Robert fell into a well.

How old were you?

Seven.

Treading water all night long,
screaming his lungs out...

to the echoes screaming back.

When they found him,
he was nearly catatonic.

Help!

It was 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 and modern London
just sprang up right around it.

Tell me, why has the Priory kept the
Grail location secret all these years?

Tell me, why has the Priory kept the
Grail location secret all these years?

I don't know.

Some say the Priory wait
for the heir to reveal himself...

which is especially odd...

which is especially odd...

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

Hello?

Why do they make them so scary?

Oh, it's cold.

"In London lies a knight
a Pope interred."

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 they are.
- No.

- They're effigies.
- What?

Not tombs. There's no bodies here.

This place is wrong.

Can we go now? We should go.

Sophie! No!

Where is the keystone?

Do not test me!

- Let her go!
- Don't hurt her.

Give me the keystone! Give it to me!

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.
- What do you think you're doing?

Thank you, professor. For a moment,
this was getting complicated.

Gh, this is absurd.
Oh, for God's sake, man!

That was satisfying.

I'm glad this bullshit is over.

Throw Teabing in the trunk.

What?

Here. You okay?

Sorry.

I don't think he's following.

They won't kill Leigh
until they find the Grail.

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

Lieutenant!

One flag off the prints.

Remy Legaludec.

Petty theft.

Skipped out on a hospital bill
for a tracheotomy.

Peanut allergy.

Like Marie.

This way. Marie?

My daughter.

Over here.

Where?

Up there.

What's all that?

Very advanced surveillance.

It's a listening post.

Get me Fache.

Four of these names are
the men killed last night.

He once whined to me about the
wasted space of so large a trunk.

Let's see if he complains so now.

Are you the Teacher?

Are you the Teacher?

I am.

Superbly done.
You've been of great service.

The cryptex has yet to be opened.
I can still serve.

You've done enough.

We cannot let ego
deter us from our goal.

I understand.

Good.

Wait here, at this house of Opus Dei,
and you will be rewarded.

Wait here, at this house of Opus Dei,
and you will be rewarded.

I will dispose of the old man.

Bless you, Silas.

Teacher.

Christ be with you.

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

If we're gonna help Leigh,
thats too long.

Where you going?

Getting you a library card.

Excuse me. May I sit next to you?

- Yeah, sure.
- Thank you.

That's great.

Didn't say you had a boyfriend.

Thanks.

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

"In London lies a knight
a Pope interred."

"In London lies a knight
a 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.

There's your problem, mate.
It's your basic linguistic coincidence.

See, keywords keep coming up
with the Writings...

of some bloke named
Alexander Pope.

"A. Pope."

Your grandfather was a genius.

Come on.

Emergency.
Which service do you require?

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

We've just had a 999 call.

We've just had a 999 call.

Triangulation leads back
to Docklands.

Caller was male.
Claimed your two murderers...

are hiding at an Opus Dei 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 sakes.

Gravity, for God sakes.

And if you choose to believe...

he was 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 his 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.

Yes. Isaac Newton's tomb.

An orb.

Yes. Which one? It's not possible
to tell if a particular orb is missing.

"An orb with rosy flesh
and seeded womb."

Solar system. The planets.
Constellations. Signs of the zodiac.

Solar system. The planets.
Constellations. Signs of the zodiac.

See, our moon is missing.

The moons of Saturn and Jupiter.
They're not here.

Eyes of the cherubs themselves?

Robert. These tracks.

Look at the cane marks in the dust.

Teabing was 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 be here.

You're the last remaining
guardian of the Grail.

Your grandfather
and the other sénéchaux...

would not have lied
with dying breath...

unless they knew
their secret was preserved.

How could you know
Saunière's last words?

Leigh.

Grail quests require sacrifice.

You are a murderer.

No. No. Robert, tell her.

When history is written,
murderers are heroes.

You self-righteous bastard!

We need to just walk away.

- No, don't. Don't.
- Walk away.

I'll do what I have to now.

Anything-

Do you understand?

So now...

can't we all be friends again?

This way.

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

I'm listening now.

For 2000 years...

the Church has rained oppression
and atrocity upon mankind...

crushed passion and idea alike,
alI in the name of their walking God.

Proof of Jesus' mortality can bring
an end to all that suffering...

drive this church of lies
to its knees.

Drive this church of lies
to its knees.

Armed police!

Drop your weapon!

Stop, Silas!

We are betrayed, my son.

The living heir must be revealed.

Jesus must be shown
for what he was.

Jesus must be shown
for what he was.

Not miraculous, simply man.

I'm sorry.

Armed police!

Drop your weapon! Drop it! Drop it!

Put it down now! Put it down!

I am a ghost.

The dark con can be exposed.

Mankind can finally be set free,
and we can do it, Robert.

The three of us.

How is Silas?

Is he...? Is he alive?

The monk?

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

Get me out of here, Fache.

Wait.

Langdon never 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, Fache.

Take him.

- Did you get his cell phone?
- Yes, sir.

I'm going to need a trace.

Your Silas is dead.

The 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
in their sacred charge.

So, 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.

Rector, I made them call me.

"Teacher."

- Why don't you and I...
- No.

Robert, no words. On your knees.

Do it.

No, I mean it. Down.

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,
of 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 the gun.

I have 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.

- Leigh, you can't just...
- 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, Leigh.

But give me a moment.

Robert.

What are you doing?

Please.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

No!

No, Robert!

No!

No.

Oh, the map. It's ruined.

The map is ruined.

The Grail.

It's lost.

The Grail is gone.

Only the worthy
find the Grail, Leigh.

You taught me that.

Armed police!

Drop it! Drop your weapon!

Put the gun down.

Put the gun down.

That one. The old man.

You're under arrest!

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

if you do not mention,
when questioned...

something which you
later rely on in court.

Anything you do say
will be given in evidence.

I'll have 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.

Leave us, please.

Leave us, please.

I should have been smarter.

I acted on 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.

Robert! Robert! Robert!
How could you do it?

How could you? Robert!

To destroy our hope of freedom.

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. You know what to do.

You'll find the Grail,
you'll kneel before her...

and you'll set her free
upon the world!

That man there,
he's got the map to the Holy Grail!

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.

Apple.

The Holy Grail 'neath
ancient Roslin Waits.

The blade and chalice
guarding o'er her gates.

Adorned in masters'
loving art, she lies.

She rests at last
beneath 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 Rose Line.

Rosslyn Chapel.

So this is it.

The gift at the end.

"The Holy Grail 'neath
ancient Roslin waits."

You never told me the joke
Saunière 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, of history.

You know, his father was one.
A policeman.

Saunière 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 crosses...

n-Pyramids.

I think I've been here before.

Sophie.

A very long time ago.

Come along, Sophie.

Sophie.

Over here.

"The blade and chalice
guarding o'er her gates."

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 gonna be a moment.

Robert.

I've never seen that before.

The style is...

It's unmistakable.

These could have been painted by
Leonardo da Vinci.

"Adorned in masters'
loving art, she lies."

"She rests at last
beneath the starry skies."

"She rests at last
beneath the starry skies."

The fleur-de-lis.

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?

This is incredible. Look at this.

Look at this. 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 her 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.

Sophie, where are you, princess?

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.

I told you, no.

But why can't I?

He stood over me...

and he wouldn't let me leave.

They're dead. Dead and buried.

Never look for them, Sophie.

Promise me.

Swear it!

Swear it to me!

I kept my promise.

The next week he sent me
to boarding school.

One weekend
I came home unexpectedly.

And what I saw
my grandfather doing.. ..

Some ritual.

I was so frightened.

We hardly ever spoke again.

Do you have 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 boy, 6...

and the girl, 4.

But your name was never Saunière.
It's Saint-Clair.

It's one of the oldest families
in France.

It's from a line of the
Merovingian kings.

Royal blood.

I was so wrong.

Saunière didn't want you to help guard
the secret of the Holy Grail.

Sophie...

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 hid you with the
Grand Master himself...

who raised you as his own.

According to all of this...

Princess Sophie...

you are the heir.

The end of the bloodline.

You are the last living descendent...

of Jesus Christ.

What is this?

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:

Jacques Saunière.

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.

I have prayed for this moment
for a very long time.

Welcome home, child.

Hey.

No more strings.

His last breath to keep me safe.

She has some things
she 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.

She said when Saunière died...

he took the location
of Mary's sarcophagus with him.

So 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 it.

That's all the evidence
has ever proved.

But...

when I was a boy...

When I was down in that well
Teabing told you about...

I thought I was going to die,
Sophie.

What I did...

I prayed.

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...

Why couldn't Jesus
have been a father...

and still been 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 on a Grail quest.

Well, here's the question:

A living descendent
of Jesus Christ...

would she destroy faith?

Or would she renew it?

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...

Sir Robert.

You take care.

Yes.

Hey.

Nope.

Maybe I'll do better with the wine.

Godspeed.

Bloodline.

Rose Line.

Rose Line.

"Hides beneath the Rose."

"Hides beneath the Rose."

"The Holy Grail 'neath
ancient Roslin Waits."

Adorned in masters'
loving art, she lies.

The blade and chalice
guarding o'er her gates.

"She rests at last
beneath starry skies."