All language subtitles for The Lost Symbol s01e01.As Above, So Below.eng

Please. Please, don't.

If it gives you any peace

You will provide a valuable lesson today.

Sometimes a man forgets he is a man
and believes he is a bird

So we must clip his wings

AGRI,TURKEY THREE YEARS AGO

When it comes
to symbols of the past,

what was relevant then

is relevant now.

- - Sure,
there are a lot less people

who think they can change
the weather with runes or...

summon the devil
with a pentagram.

- Looking at you, Clark.

But there are still
a lot of people

who ascribe extranatural
powers to symbols.

The sign of the cross.

HARVARD UNIVERSITY NOW
The number 13.

Four-leaf clover.

Luck symbols.

Bad luck symbols.

Symbols that cure
or curse or protect.

It's all superstition,

but people can believe
what they want.

Right? It's a free country.

At what point, though...

do their convictions and
your pursuit of happiness

become mutually exclusive?

When do benign symbols

become malignant?

What was relevant then

is relevant now.

The difference is that now
people can push symbols

out to millions with
the click of a button.

Promoting myths as fact.

And in this post-truth world,
where does that leave us?

Where do we draw the line

between respecting
the beliefs of others

- and calling bullsh...

Professor Langdon? Hello?
- Hi.

I-I was expecting Peter.

Yes, sorry, I'm
his new assistant.

He asked me to jump
on and let you know

about a kind of
urgent situation.

He could use your help.

What, the secretary
of the Smithsonian

can't ask his own favors?

It's last-minute, I-I know,

but he said he can count on you.

Oh, I'm-I'm kidding.
Wh-Whatever I can do.

Terrific.

Do you think you can
get to D.C. by 5:00?

What, like, tonight?

Tayatha om

bekandze bekandze maha

bekandze maha bekandze.

Radza samudgate soha.

Tayatha

om bekandze bekandze...

How's Monk-chella?

See for yourself.

This is a live image, right?
Mm-hmm.

So, cell growth has been
almost completely arrested.

And keep in mind, this
isn't just any cancer.

These cells are
poorly differentiated,

chemo-resistant,
highly aggressive.

And these guys sung
them right to sleep.

This is breakthrough stuff.

Harnessing the power

of focused thought beats the
hell out of chemo, right?

And we may only be
scratching the surface.

Langdon, this is a surprise.

To what do I owe this pleasure?

Well, you can thank your dad.

Apparently the keynote
speaker for his gala got sick,

so he wants me to step in.

I don't know anything
about a gala.

The Smithsonian
Gala at the Capitol.

He didn't mention it?

He may have. I've
just been so buried.

But that's nice of you to
come in on such short notice.

You know I'd do
anything for Peter.

Yeah, and a captive audience.

- That's a slander.
- Come on.

Beguiling a room full of
wealthy, half-drunk patrons

with your historical expertise?
It's pretty much your dream.

That's nice. Okay.

Uh, I thought maybe we
could have dinner tonight.

I can't.

- Hey, no. No worries.
- I'm right in the middle

of an experiment. We're seeing
some incredible phenomena.

Like moving dice with your mind?

You know, my dad thought
he could do that.

And there it is.

You know I think
you're brilliant.

It's just your field.

Noetic science.

You should remember
those words. One day,

- they're going to rewrite physics.
- Ah.

- When do you get in?
- Oh, I didn't mention it?

I'm already here.

Did y'all
just meet here?

You picked up a date? Here?

That-that... He's smooth, man.

I like your style, man.

We're finding love over here.

- That's okay.

- Come on. Step over.
- I thought that might happen.

I'm wearing a ring under this.

My finger was too
swollen to get it off.

Oh, yeah? Open up.

Thank you.

My girlfriend says, you know,
a man shouldn't wear jewelry,

- but I disagree.

Must have hurt.

Yeah, you'd think
after 30 years,

I'd be able to walk
down an icy driveway

without falling on my ass.

- No, I-I meant the ink.
- Mm.

You know, I got a Little
Mermaid tattoo on my back,

and I almost cried
when they put it on.

- A Little Mermaid.
- Yeah.

Well, that must have
been some party.

Well, you know how it
is. Misspent youth.

Yeah, well, same here, I guess.

I'd like to, um, get a good
look inside before you close.

Yeah, sure. Yeah,
you're all good to go.

God bless you.

Everything okay, sir?

Yeah.

Can't read my own writing.

- Hmm.
- Um...

Thank you. Thanks.
Statuary Hall?

- It's, uh, upstairs, to the left.
- Thanks.

Excuse me. Hey.

Sorry. Um,

there's supposed to be a
Smithsonian event in there.

Nothing on the schedule.

Maybe it got moved
to another room.

I-I'm supposed to give a speech.

I doubt it.

But don't let that stop you.
I'm a real good listener.

Peter.

Nobody's here. Did I
get the time wrong?

No. You followed
directions perfectly,

which bodes well.

But the hall's locked.
Th-There's no event.

I'm sorry, c-could
you just put Peter on?

Peter is in the A'raf.

I'm sorry, what?

The borderland between
heaven and hell.

Yeah, thank you. I
know what the A'raf is.

And whether he
returns to your world

or moves on to the next
will depend on your actions.

There exists within the
city an ancient portal.

Now, I need you to find it.

And unlock it.

An ancient portal.

I know Peter likes to be the
center of attention, but...

this is objectively extreme.

Um, Peter, if you're listening,
honestly, consider medication.

For someone with
so much knowledge,

you know so little.

But that will change.

You will solve
the great mystery.

- It looks so real.
And Peter

- will point the way.
- Well, where is he?

As above,

so below.

- Hello?

Hey, okay, we're
clearing this area.

- Phones away. Sir.
Ma'am. Ma'am.

Sir, please.
Phones away.

Keep it moving.
Ma'am. Thank you.

Clearing this out.

Get these guys... Get
these guys away from here.

Please, keep moving.

Thank you. We're
closed up now.

Clearing this out. Thank you.

Sir?

Sir.

I know these symbols.

He's got Peter.

That's his ring.

Stay right there.

The shucking of
the oyster. We break in

at the hinge here.

Then we...

tear through the
adductor muscle.

Sure not to break
the mantle. Et voilà.

- Wow.

Don't
worry. He does this

- every year.
- The oysters or the TED Talk?

One of the many lies

told to us at Thanksgiving

is that early American
settlers feasted

on turkey. Now, duck,
maybe. Swan, even.

But most certainly, bountifully,

- on oysters.
- My dad would rather us be

historically
accurate than happy.

Robert appreciates
history. He may be

one of the sharpest students

I've ever known.
But I've told him

that raw intellect can
only get you so far.

Raw oysters,

on the other hand, is
a very different story.

Indeed, it is.

- I lost track of time.
- Well, Descartes will do that to you.

My daughter is doing a thesis
on Passions of the Soul.

I originally thought
it was a romance novel,

but I was wrong. It is not.

Well, it does
romanticize nonsense.

Have you ever read him?

I-I tried.

Genius mathematician.
He lost me

when he said the pineal
gland was the gateway

- to the soul.
- Can you disprove it?

Do I need to? A-As
far as I can tell,

he had a prehistoric
understanding of anatomy.

And yet he posited
psychophysiological laws

- that are still relevant today.
- Psychophysiological.

Oh, that's right.

Peter mentioned you're
into the pseudosciences.

- Did he?
"A credible mind

drawn to incredible things"

- is the way I put it.
- Mm.

I suggest we change the subject.

Zachary, why don't you tell
us about your itinerary.

Yes, my son is
going to the Middle East

to lay siege to the beaches

- of Aqaba.
- Just to get away from here, really.

Really? Why?

Oh, I-I just mean, uh,

is it always like this?

Like, debating,
exchanging ideas,

even if they aren't...
credibly rational?

: What...
I-I just mean, um...

You're all very lucky...

to have this.

You really hit the jackpot
with this one, Dad.

Each year,

Professor Solomon
takes in a stray

for Thanksgiving as some sort
of a charitable exercise,

but, really, he's just looking

for a new audience
to fawn over him.

What he doesn't realize is

you don't really care
any more than we do.

I care.

- I think he really does.

Can we keep him?

I think

he's earned an open invitation.

All right, let me know when
you hear from the chief.

In the meantime, we
sweep the building

and keep it locked down.

Roger that.
- Are you in charge here

- or what?
- Yeah. Um, for now.

For now? What does
that-what does that mean?

Just give me a sec, okay?
Ma'am, you can't be here.

- This is a crime scene.
- Maybe you shouldn't let

a bunch of tourists
tweet photos of it.

- Excuse me?
- Just a thought.

Oh, sorry.

I should have this on.

Inoue Sato.

CIA? I-I thought the
Bureau handled kidnappings.

They do. Sometimes.
It depends.

I can't really
say anything else.

Those two are with me, by the
way. They'll need full access.

So, I understand this hand may
have belonged to Peter Solomon.

Yeah. You know him?

- Of him.
- Ah, well, this is Robert Langdon.

He's a coworker
of Mr. Solomon's.

- The suspect called him. Twice.
- Yeah,

we-we're not coworkers.

I teach at Harvard. Symbology.

Peter was my mentor.

This morning, I got a
call from his assistant.

Least, thought it
was his assistant.

He said that Peter
wanted me to come down,

speak at the Capitol
at this gala.

Peter's not known
for his consideration

of other people's time,

so it didn't seem out
of the ordinary to me

- to get on a plane...
- Robert. Take a breath.

Did this person
say what he wants?

Uh... it won't
make sense to you.

Tell me anyway.

He said he's looking
for an ancient portal

buried within the city.

He wants me to locate

- and unlock it.
- And that means something to you?

It didn't until I saw that.

On the other three fingers,

I expect you'll
find more tattoos.

A sun, a lantern and a key.

He's replicated the
Hand of the Mysteries.

It's an icon you see
throughout history.

The alchemists, the cabalists.

It's an invitation to seek
a body of ancient knowledge

beyond a mystical gateway.

- A portal.
Yeah, the suspect

walked through security earlier
with his hand in a sling

like it was his.

And he was wearing
makeup, I think.

- Concealer.
- You got a good eye.

See if the sergeant can
pull some security stills

of the suspect.

The ring on Peter's hand...

33rd-degree Mason.
From what I remember,

that comes with some ancient
knowledge of its own.

Despite what some people think,

the Masons are
essentially a social club.

Still, it could explain
why he was targeted.

If this guy thought Peter
knew about the portal thing...

Then he would've been
sorely disappointed.

Peter knows that what this
guy is after doesn't exist.

He has a daughter, right? What's
your relationship with her?

- Uh, we're friends.
- We need to make sure she's secure,

and we'll need a DNA reference

to confirm that's actually
her father's hand.

Uh, let me do it. Let
me-let me call her first.

- Hey.
Katherine.

Something's happened.

It's your dad. He...

He's been taken.

And, um, I don't know
exactly what's going on,

but we're gonna get him back.

Have they left the Rotunda?

Hey!

Hey, you can't be in
here, man. Park's closed.

Sorry, I didn't realize.

Hey, Ma, I got to go.

Rich!

Those yours?

Uh, does it look
like I'd wear that?

So that wasn't you
by the Capitol earlier?

Oh, yeah. They were vetting
me for the Supreme Court.

Yeah, very cute.
Let's see some ID.

Man, I don't... I
don't want any trouble.

Just want to
see some ID, sir.

Of course. Yeah. Yeah.

Hey!

No! Stop!

No.

Liberty. Freedom.

E pluribus unum.

13.13.13 states.

Local PD found Solomon's car

in a lot off of Canal Road.

No cameras. No witnesses.
No signs of struggle.

You know, it would
be helpful if I knew

what our actual
interest in this is.

I know.

Liberty. Freedom.

13 maidens.

What's he doing?

No idea.

"Peter will point the way."

He said that on the call.

The fresco above us

is Brumidi's Apotheosis
of Washington.

From the Greek "apo," to
become, and "theos," God.

There, in the central panel,

George Washington is ascending

on a cloud above the mortals.

His moment of transformation.

I think this guy

is telling us what he wants.

Apotheosis.

To become a god. And he
thinks he can do that

by accessing this
ancient knowledge?

It was said to hold the
keys to unlocking abilities

that lay dormant
in the human mind.

I'm-I'm playing catch-up,

but th-the ransom
is superpowers?

Everything he's doing
is-is in accordance

with ancient protocols.

The Hand of the Mysteries.

It must be presented
in a sacred place.

- That's why he chose this room.
Sacred?

They sell "We the People"
shot glasses in the gift shop.

It's symbolic.

This room was built

as a tribute to the
Temple of Vesta in Rome.

There's a purpose to-to
everything he's done.

And everything he's said.

What is it?

"As above, so below."

It's the last thing he
said before he hung up.

I wonder...

- Oh.
- Wait.

There it is. Roman numerals?

No. As a subtractive
notation, it doesn't work.

- Uh, e-excuse me.
- It could be, uh, an Arabic...

- Not Arabic.
- No?

It's a
specialty of mine.

If I can just interject
for a quick second...

Well, it actually looks
like a runic variation.

Hey, smart people.
It's upside down.

So it's not 885.
It's S-B-B. Right?

We use that numbering
system here in the Capitol.

Subbasement. Room 13.

Okay. Let's go.

Come on.

Sorry, Dad.

- Aah!

What are you doing
in my father's house?

CIA?

Your turn.

Let me see some ID.

How's that?

I'm gonna need you to come
with me to the Capitol.

No, Larry.
Surprisingly,

the master key doesn't
say "master" on it.

No labels. Just
numbers. Find it.

Okay. Down we go.

You good, man? Come on.

We're below sea level, so it
can get pretty wet down here.

Probably why no one
ever comes down anymore.

Didn't stop Peter
Solomon. They just told me

room 13 was designated
as his private space.

Oh, this keyhole's

a bit funky. None of
these are gonna work.

Hang on.

This sconce.

Sprigs of acacia.

Masons consider it a
symbol of immortality.

Do you have any idea what
Peter would have been doing

down here?

What's that smell?

Sulfur.

Maybe you don't know
Peter as well as you thought.

These bones look human.

They are.

Uh-huh.

And this book, it's bound
in human flesh or what?

It's just a Bible.

This isn't some
sacrificial altar.

It's a Masonic
Chamber of Reflection.

- Hmm.
- Meant to be a place

to come and reflect on
one's own mortality.

- With some dude's femur?
- That any stranger

than chanting before
a four-armed elephant

or praying at the feet of
a man nailed to a cross?

Something wrong?
This symbol. The...

The Leviathan Cross.

It's incongruous. It
shouldn't be here.

What about this?

"VITRIOL."

It's an acronym.
How's your Latin?

Not as good as my Arabic,
better than my German.

"Visita interiora terrae

rectificando invenies
occultum lapidem."

"Visit the interior
of the Earth,

and, purifying it, you
will find a dark stone."

Hidden stone, technically.

Do you know
what it means?

It's a
Masonic mantra.

"Purifying it, you will
find the hidden stone."

Did you happen to put that
key back in the sconce?

You-you mean this?

No, no one told
me to put it back.

Maybe we should hurry.

Uh, in alchemy,

the first purification
is dissolution,

represented by the
dissolving of calcifications.

These letters are
calcifications.

It's salt.

The wall.

I know,
it's remarkable.

No, the wall!

I-I think it's moving.

These aren't just
letters. They're handles.

- Damn it, I can't get it.
- Yeah, yeah, we're okay.

We're okay. Hurry, please.

Oh!

Oh, man.

That's not... That's not
gonna hold. We got to go.

Watch out. Watch out.

Hurry up. Come on!
What we waiting for?!

Whoa.

Whoa, whoa.

Come on, let's go.

Come on!

Langdon!

One step at
a time. Come on!

Are you
kidding me right now?!

- Come on!
You've got this. Come on!

- Let's go!
Take a step.

Come on. Just keep
going forward.

Langdon! Langdon!

Langdon, come on!
Snap out of it!

Come on!

I used a common
Masonic decryption key,

and the, uh, resulting cleartext
is, to use a technical term,

gibberish.

Well, maybe your
decryption's off.

No.

I think it's a segmented cipher.

When the Greeks wanted to
store secret information,

they inscribed it on a tablet,

then shattered it into pieces,

storing each piece in
a separate location.

Only when the pieces
were gathered together

could the secret be understood.

Which would explain
why the top is missing.

The capstone could
complete the message.

In theory.

Why are you here?

You said before that, uh,

maybe I didn't know Peter
as well as I thought.

Was he working for the CIA?

No.

It's him.

Hang on.

- Go.
- Just like we talked about.

Hello?

What have you found?

Um, I'll tell you,

but first, I-I want to
know that Peter's okay.

I want proof that he's alive.

Oh, he's alive. But,

by any measure,
in great distress.

You expect me to
just accept that?

I expect you to focus
on what you can control,

which is whether
he lives or dies.

There's a small granite pyramid.

Contains a numerical grid.

But if this is your, uh, portal,

then I'm afraid I
got some bad news.

I'll be the judge of that.

Any deciphering of the grid

would require further context.

The capstone.

You didn't think it
was gonna be that easy,

did you?

We have more work to do, Robert.

Find it.

I-I-I wouldn't know
where to start.

Well, this is the journey.

And it's just begun.

Got the trace.
Three miles away.

- Let's go.
- We're on our way.

Not you.

I'm not gonna just sit here.

You're the only expert we have.
I need you safe and secure.

Sounds like a nice way of
saying I'm not allowed to leave.

- You're not.
- Hey. Hey. Hey!

Hey, man.
They didn't have oat.

Soy okay?

Guess
it'll have to be.

- Thanks.
- Yep.

Look...

I know you want to get out there

and help find your friend,

but I think CIA
lady's pretty capable.

I think there's something
she's not telling us.

It's a "need to
know" world, man.

I did two tours in the desert.

I'm still waiting for
someone to tell me why.

They like their secrets.

Yes, they do.

All this talk about a portal,

that's what Peter was to me.

A gateway.

To books. To-to art.

Myth.

You think you know everything,

then you meet someone
who actually does?

It's, uh, it's-it's humbling.

And it could be hard.

He'd push me to open my mind,

appreciate points of
view that I found...

unsupportable.

Good evening.

Oh, hey.

Sorry to interrupt, but, uh...

I'm sure we're all
relieved that I did.

: Oh, no. No, no,
no, no. We were... We...

- Dad, what are you doing in here by yourself?
- Okay.

- Working on the notes for my lecture.
- You're hiding

from your guests.

Hiding from your
mother's guests.

Sorry to disturb you.
Uh, we should probably...

I'm happy you did,

'cause I actually wanted to
ask you about these notes,

and your thoughts always
change things for the better.

- Uh...
- Okay, you know what?

I'm gonna get us a drink. Um...

Dad? Scotch?

I'm good, Katie. Thank you.

I thank the gods

I had the good taste
to introduce you two.

Katherine would
probably call it fate.

Or the immutable reality
of the Akashic Field.

You don't believe in that
kind of thing, do you?

God, no.

But you do believe in Katherine?

The worst thing you can
do if you love someone

is to give them reason
to doubt themselves.

Our partners. Our family.
These are people we lean on

because these are
people we trust

and who trust in us

no matter what.

I guess I-I never had that.

You have it now.

Yeah, he never gave up on me.

I can't
give up on him.

Solomon's phone.

- Goodness.
Okay. So,

the statue's a symbol.

That's how this
guy works, right?

Like with the fresco
at the Capitol?

It's not about the statue.

It's about the inscription.

"Mundus vult decipi
ergo decipiatur."

"The world wants to be deceived,

so let it be deceived."

Deceived.

Well, that sounds like

we brought everyone
out here for nothing.

Almost everyone.

Get Simmons on the phone.

- Yeah.

Oh, it's all quiet over here.

Yeah, we are secure.

Okay.

Whoa. Why are you doing this?

Mal'akh needs you free of
here to find the portal.

Mal'akh.

Take that and go.

He'll be in touch.

- He needs help.
He'll need last rites

if you don't go.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Officer down.

- Repeat, we have reports of an officer down.
Stop!

Can we get EMS
Code 3, East Capitol and First.

- That's coming from inside the Capitol.
- Stay here.

- What does this have to do with my dad?
- Just stay here.

- Hey!
CIA.

Still no
sign of Langdon.

But we've got everyone looking.

I want to show you something.

You asked about my
interest in this case.

Solomon's kid worked for us?

Briefly. In Ankara.

Then he got locked
up for trafficking.

Three years ago,

there was a riot in the prison.

Zachary Solomon
was beaten to death.

So, what's the connection?

That's what you're going
to Turkey to find out.

Langdon?

Langdon!

Langdon!

Kat.

What are you doing
here? Are you okay?

No, not really.

Where are you
going? What do...

Oh, my God. Are you...

Is that blood?

It's not mine.

Tell me what's going on.

You're gonna have to trust me.

If I'm gonna help your
dad, I got-I got to go.

- Robert.
- The people who took him

want me to find something.

A... A-An artifact, a
piece of a very old puzzle.

- Then I'll help you.
- No.

They shot two people back there

so I could do this thing alone.

It's... It's not
safe. I got to go.

I have something.

- Katherine.
- Maybe it can help.

What is it?

I don't know, but Dad
said that its secrecy

was more valuable than his life.

He said that?
Those exact words?

Close enough.

He made me promise to destroy it

if anything ever
happened to him.

I'm coming with you.

What is it?

A Leviathan Cross.

There's been a shift.

A stirring in the atmosphere.

Can you feel it?

Your fate is in
Robert's hands now.

And the fate of
mankind, as well.

Now, hopefully, he's
not a disappointment.

Like your son.

Poor, disappointing Zachary.

You know nothing of my son.

I do, though.

I was there with him in the end.

I was the one who ended him.

Langdon, I'm giving you a
chance to come out on your own

or I'm sending someone
else in after you.

- Robert?

Well, you just
hung up on the CIA.

I've been friends with
Peter for 30 years.

He was the one who
brought me into the group.

The Leviathan Group
was formed based on

a belief that the ancient
wisdom unlocked hidden power.

And what would
happen if this power

fell into the wrong hands?

And you think
Peter would die to keep

- that secret?
- Be careful.

We wouldn't be here if
had any other options.

You were right about Sato.
There's something she's hiding.

Do what you do best.

Only way
to get Peter back

is to find the capstone,
give Mal'akh what he wants.

Time is running out.
We have to finish this.

- Or my dad is dead.
Death will be a blessing for him.

You're in my world now.