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Previously on "The Lost Symbol"...

This is breakthrough stuff.

And we may only be scratching the surface.

Zachary Solomon died in
a prison riot in Turkey.

-We need Langdon.
-What about Peter Solomon?

Peter is in the borderland

-between Heaven and Hell.
-He might already be dead.

- It's a piece of rock.
- It's a map!

The pyramid and the capstone

will reveal the location of the portal.

The Hebrew... it's code.

The ring could contain
some kind of decryption.

I am doing what you wanted.

You were told to do it alone.

Cut her loose.

Hey!

Hey, you can't be in here, man.

Park's closed.

Let's see some ID.

Hey!

The doctors say his partner
should make a full recovery.

What about him?

Too early to say.

I got sent 7,000 miles
away to fight extremists.

This isn't your fight.

I got a hole in my side that says otherwise.

Some evidence went missing yesterday.

Peter Solomon's ring.

You happen to know anything about that?

What are you saying?

I'm saying if--

hypothetically--

you were aiding Langdon and Katherine,

you'd only be putting them in more danger.

You can't protect them
from the guy who did this.

You don't have to worry about me.

I'm done playing the hero.

Made my wife a promise.

Make sure you keep it.

-Home sweet home.
-Hmm.

Oh, you make tostones, babe?

I wouldn't get my hopes up.

What?

Welcome home.

-Hey.
-How you feeling?

Hungry.

I said you guys could set up here,

-to crack your Bible code, not eat all my food.
-Oh.

I'll leave you to your new friends.

-Maybe we should go.
-No. She's fine.

She's just worried about me.

Besides, I wouldn't go anywhere right now.

We got a lurker.

Three houses down, north side.

-He's found us.
-No, it's Sato's people.

She came to the hospital
looking for you two.

And if you're wrong and it's Mal'akh

or someone he sent, what then?

Why would he do that? He needs you.

What's going on with you?

Nothing. Nothing, I'm fine.

Don't bullshit me, Robert.

There's something I haven't told you.

He called when we were at the library.

Who?

Mal'akh.

And he made it very clear
that he wants me doing this

on my own.

Without you.

-And you didn't tell me this before?
-I didn't want to scare you.

Right. Or maybe you agree with him.

Maybe you think you'd be
better off doing this alone.

-It's not about agreeing with him.
-He has my father.

-It's about acknowledging the very real danger he presents.
-I'm not going anywhere.

He has a literal assassin...

And that's what it's going
to take to get me to stop.

* *

Mr. Bellamy, Ellison Blake,
Central Intelligence.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

Oh, I doubt that.

Looks like you put your
time here to good use.

Caught up on a little reading.

Uh, I miss books.

Sci-fi-- that was my first love.

I know it's not high art,

but the stakes--

I mean, how can you beat a story
about the end of the world?

I don't get much time to read anymore.

Not fiction.

But that's okay,
because I've come to realize

that the most interesting stories...

...are true.

I don't know what that is.

I do.

That's the sign for the Leviathan Group.

It's a secret sect within the Freemasons,

to which you belong.

I also know that their purpose is to protect

some very old, very valuable information.

So my question for you is:

where is it?

This portal that I've heard about.

I don't know what you're talking about.

But I do know that you can't keep me here.

No.

Not here.

Any word on Langdon?

Not yet. Got people looking.

-What about him?
-Mm, he's the quiet type.

I think he could use a change of scenery.

Have him moved over to Southwoods.

All right, where are we?

Okay, it's an equation. Maybe an equation.

Maybe a... Or coordinates?

Maybe coordinates.

No.

So what else?

Ciphers... A Hill cipher.

Maybe a Hill cipher.

It's right here. It's right here.

Damn it.

-Back to anagrams?
-Back to nowhere.

Clearly,
a cipher was used to alter the Hebrew,

likely one with...

Masonic characteristics or themes.

I-I j...
I just cannot figure out what it is.

Well,
maybe it's related to the Solomon story.

When Dad talked about the Masons,

he always said it was a
beautiful system of morality

-veiled in allegory.
-Veiled in allegory, yes.

It's in there, hiding in plain sight.

I should be able to see it, but I...
can't think.

I'm blocked.

Please reconsider.

-No.
-My-my brain, it...

it can't work if I'm
constantly worried about you.

Well, that's very sweet,
but I'm not gonna let this guy

tell me that I can't participate
in saving my own dad's life.

But... we're not gonna save
him if I can't work this out.

-We are going to work this out, Langdon.
-Katherine...

At some point, you are going to realize

-that you actually need me, you know that?
-You have vast knowledge

in-in many topics.

Codebreaking isn't one of them.

It's not my knowledge that's important,
it's yours.

The key to decoding this
is buried in your mind...

and I know how to dig it out.

Uh...

He's getting weaker.

But we can't rush the process.

You know that better than anyone.

This things belonged to his boy.

They will find him in the Araf.

Then he will see himself
for who he truly is.

What is the predominant wish of your heart?

Has his daughter surfaced?

No. She's still off the grid,
as far as I can tell.

If they've ignored my warning...

...then they must be made to understand.

Okay.

Trish.

Aw, that's so sweet. You got me cannolis?

That's my jam.

Oh. Okay.

We're hugging.

Come on inside. Did you get a new EV?

-Yeah.
-That looks great. How many miles are you getting?

-What?
-Yeah.

Hang tight.

Okay.

Thank you so much for coming.

Yeah.

So, who was that?

And why am I sneaking you lab equipment

-disguised as baked goods?
-I'll explain later.

You're kidding, right?

Listen, I know how this is gonna sound,

but the less you know the better.

Is everything okay?

Everything's fine. I promise.

Um, I'm just really pressed for time,

but I can't thank you enough for coming

-all the way out here.
-Mm.

And I'll call you tomorrow.

It's your name on the door.

Hey, do me a favor?

Say goodbye to the complete
stranger that just hugged me?

That's tight.

So what's this thing do, anyway?

It lets Katherine reprogram the
parts in me she doesn't like.

Oh, no, that requires much more equipment.

With all the cryptographic data
you've absorbed over your life,

it's not a question of having the answer.

We know it's in there.

There's just too much other noise.

With auditory stimuli that can
boost neurological activity,

we can elicit your frequency
following response,

drown out that noise and find it.

Ah.

It would be best if we
had a closed environment.

Ah, yeah. Sure, I'll leave y'all to it.

Lie back. Relax.

Interconnecting our energies
will help you relax.

Listen to the beats,

to the sound of my voice.

Inhale slowly.

Good. And exhale.

Concentrate on your feet.

They're warm...

heavy.

Let that warmth flow up through your body.

And as it does...

feel your body growing heavy as well.

And as you feel your body become heavier

and warmer,

feel yourself sinking into the floor...

...being enveloped by the warmth beneath...

...being delivered to a new place...

where all of your knowledge
and experience reside.

* *

Who asks for admission here?

A poor candidate in a state of darkness.

What is the predominant wish of your heart?

To see the light.

Zachary?

I solemnly promise

and swear that I will never
reveal the secret arts

and hidden mysteries belonging

to Free and Accepted Masons.

Should I knowingly violate this oath,

I expect no less penalty than
to have my throat cut across,

my tongue torn out by its roots

-No.
-and my body buried in the rough...

No!

Dad...

* *

The secret is how to die.

Tell me the words as they come to you.

Solomon.

Amulet.

Ring.

Kings.

Wise.

Heart.

Hey.

Hey.

How do you feel?

Fine.

You didn't make me do anything embarrassing,
like...

bark like a dog or...

rap?

Close.

"Lo, I have given thee a wise
and understanding heart."

I-I need to see a Bible.

Careful.

Oh, excuse me.

-Hmm?
-Would you mind watching my stuff for a moment?

-I have to...
-Oh, yeah, no problem.

-Unless you're about to leave.
-No, it's fine.

Um, I'm gonna be here for a while.

I was hoping you'd say that.

-Thank you.
-Sure.

Whoever altered the Bible text
replaced some of the words.

In First Kings, God gave Solomon
a wise and understanding heart,

making him the legendary ruler of myth.

But here that script was changed.

It no longer reads

"wise and understanding heart."
It just reads "wisdom."

So that's supposed to help
you unscramble the letters?

It's what's known as a keyword cipher.

It works like this. Here.

You pull the letters of
"wisdom" out of the alphabet

and place them at the beginning.

The Hebrew transliteration goes here,

and then you translate.

"I" becomes "B."

"T" becomes "U."

"P" is "R."

"D."

"D."

"Buried... Ezra...

Dove."

Does that mean anything to you?

-No.
-Sounds like a '90s grunge band.

I know I haven't always
been the most supportive

of you and your work, but this was good.

-It was...
-Science.

I mean, like you said, I had the...

words all along...

Quit while you're ahead.

So, big surprise,

not a grunge band.

Ezra Dove's a Freemason.

Ezra Dove.

Died 1848.

Buried at Oaken Hill...

Cemetery.

So maybe the capstone's buried with him?

What's up, man? How you doing?

You having fun?

I'm sorry, what?

Maybe instead of...
hanging outside my house,

you should be out trying to find
the guy who shot up the Capitol?

Killed one of your guys, man.

Instead, you're out here harassing me.

-I'm not harassing you.
-Yes, you are.

You're spying on me and my wife,

and I'm making you uncomfortable.

I'm a cop, too.
Yeah, I fought for this country.

I'm a victim here. Look at me.

Check this out.
Let me show you something right here.

It came through here and here, okay?

Now what that's called
is a through and through,

and I got cream from the doctor.

I can't get back there sometimes.
It's difficult.

Maybe you could help me rub it on.

Maybe you should go back inside, sir.

Let me ask you a question.

How do you go to the bathroom in here,
you know?

Um,
CIA give you a special bottle or something?

* *

He's keeping his vow of silence.

He's Peter's good friend.

If he knew where to find him,
don't you think he'd tell us?

No.

I think that his group
has different priorities.

You mean the Masons.

A group within the Masons.

Leviathan.

Self-appointed guardians of the wisdom.

That is everything that we know about them.

I saw this symbol in the Capitol basement.

In the room Peter Solomon had down there.

This is why you had his phone tapped.

How long have you been looking
for this portal thing, exactly?

Not long enough, apparently.

Otherwise I'd have more
information than that.

That's why you're gonna go in there

and you're gonna get more.

With your keen eye for pressure points

and your mutual connections
to the Solomon offspring,

I suspect that you're gonna
crack him without much trouble.

So put aside regrets...

and do what you do best.

- I can't believe this.
- It's bullshit.

I don't understand what you want from me.

I was here the entire time.

I didn't even know Ahmad had left.

None of this is my fault.

From where I stand,
I'm afraid that's not entirely true.

When you go on a three-day
bender with a Saudi prince

and he drives his Ferrari
into a telephone pole,

high on coke you provided,

it doesn't really matter where you were.

Certainly not to his family.

Where are you from?

The embassy?

I have an office there.

-I'm here to help, Zach.
-Good.

Then you can help me get
in touch with my dad.

He has a lawyer who can fix this.

If he doesn't kill me first.

What if there was a way for
you to take care of this

without your father?

You know...

...help yourself.

How?

You made connections that
could be useful to us.

Just means going where I tell you for a bit

and keeping a clean nose.

Do that,

and no one...

including your father,
needs to know anything about this.

It's kind of gotten to the point

where I-I can't work anywhere else.

I guess I'm a bit superstitious.

So, you're a writer?

Guilty, yeah.

Would I know anything you've written?

Well, if I told you my pen name,
you know, possibly.

But I barely know you, so...

I believe in superstition, too.

Oh, you believe in superstition?

Seriously, there is a whole section

-in my dissertation dedicated to...
-Dissertation?

-Oh, my God.
-In what field?

Um, it's called noetic science.

-Mm-hmm.
-I'm a research assistant,

and we are looking for proof
of parapsychological phenomena.

So that's the mind-body connection,

the whole spiritual healing gamut.

-Yeah.
-Are you serious?

The book I'm writing is
all about parapsychology.

-What?
-I swear to God.

You-you wouldn't happen
to know Katharine Solomon

by any chance, would you?

Um...

yes, actually-- she's my boss.

-She's your boss?
-Yep.

Get out of town.

I saw her earlier today, in fact.

- You saw her today?
- Yeah.

Where?

Oh, no, I...
you know, I've just read a lot of her work,

-doing research for my latest book.
-Right.

She did this study on indigo children.

It was really fascinating.

I assisted that study.

-No way.
-Mm-hmm.

Could I buy you another cup of coffee?

-I mean, if you have time, of course.
-Sure.

Uh...

how about a glass of wine instead?

-I'd love that. Yeah, sure.
-Okay.

- Oh, my...
- Oh!

I cannot believe I just did that.

I'm... I am so sorry.

Oh, it's nothing.
I'll just... I'm gonna go clean up quick.

-I'll be right back.
-Needless to say,

-the wine's on me.
-Okay. Deal.

We're gonna need to find a map.

This place is huge.
He could be buried anywhere.

Excuse me.

Can I help you?

Yes. We're looking for someone.

Someone... dead.

Obviously.

Our grandfather.

We drove all the way from
Marblehead to see him.

Right, Sean?

Yes. I, Sean, and, uh, my wonderful...

Sister.

...sister and I w-would
love to pay our respects

to, um, Grandpa.

It's still hard for him to talk about it.

Pain never leaves a person.

It's why we build monuments to it.

If we didn't,
you'd be standing on a golf course.

Right.

You'll find the directory to the grounds

off the path to the left.

- Thank you. Thanks, Father.
- Thanks.

There he is. But hold on.

-What?
-Uh, the code said "buried."

This says he's in section Y09,
which is the columbarium.

So he's not buried at all?

No.

* *

What are you gonna do with that?

I'm gonna push that button.

Then you're gonna tell
me what I want to know.

Your boss doesn't like
getting his hands dirty?

So he leaves that to you?

Essentially, yeah.

But he and I don't always see eye to eye.

This is an A80 short-range EMP generator.

I just shorted out the cameras.

Pretty soon they'll bring new ones,

but whatever happens before
then is completely between us.

Look,
I don't care about finding some portal.

I just want to find your
friend Peter Solomon.

CIA doesn't generally involve
itself in missing persons.

I have a personal interest.

His son Zachary was one of our assets.

I know because I recruited him.

It was the first time I'd
worked with someone so young.

And lost.

I thought he could handle it.

When he was thrown into
prison for trafficking,

I was ordered to disavow
any knowledge of him.

To burn him.

So that's what I did.

So what?

You think finding Peter will
make everything all right?

No.

But it'd be a start.

We're running out of time.

Look, I don't know anything
about the man who took him.

You know what he's after.

If I understand that, I can understand him,

and that might be the difference
between Peter living and dying.

Section Y.

There he is.

-Make sure no one comes in.
-Whoa, whoa,

- what are you doing?
- -Don't worry, I got it.

Tight spaces are one thing;
heights I can handle.

Why would somebody hide

a capstone in an urn anyway?

Many cultures have superstitions
about desecrating human remains.

I don't believe in of them, of course.
But a strong deter...

Nice catch.

Saved us.

And you want me to believe
you're not superstitious?

I was worried about the noise.

Well...

prove it.

We got a problem.

There's nothing in here but ash.

What?

That's not our only problem.

Someone knows we're here.

-Who?
-Doesn't matter. We have to go.

If someone's trying to stop us, that means

we're on the right track.

The capstone must be here somewhere.

-What are you doing?
-Buying time.

Oh, my God.

-Apologies again. I'm...
-Oh, my God. It's all good.

-Thank you for the wine.
-Of course.

To the mind-body connection.

-Cheers.
-Cheers.

Well, I have a confession to make.

Hmm?

I knew exactly who you were when I sat down.

I don't understand.

Your finger...

You should probably go now.

Easy.

* *

There's got to be
something we're not seeing.

Okay, um, buried, not buried.

14 letters. Wisdom. Kings. Heart.

He's almost here, and you locked us in!

Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah.

Jonah.

Langdon.

Buried Dove.

Langdon.

In Hebrew, Jonah means "dove."

Langdon!

Come on!

These reliefs tell the story
of Jonah and the Whale.

-Get down!
-And what's another word for "whale"?

Leviathan.

Look.

There's something in here.

Oh. Oh, my God.

Wait. Wait.

It's here.

-It's not the capstone.
-Just take it and keep going.

Here.

No!

How did Jonah get out again?

God commanded it.

Well, now would be a good time.

* *

Hey, hey, Lace.

What's up, man?

Yeah, I know. I'm sorry. It's late.

Yeah, yeah, no, all good.

Yeah, I got out today.

So, listen, um...

you, uh, you got anything on the shooter?

Yeah, yeah, I know,
the CIA got some "eyes only" bullshit,

but... we got him on camera, right?

So run him through Clearview, get me a name.

Yeah, tomorrow works fine.

Thanks, man. I owe you one.

All right, man,

go back to watching bowling or whatever.

All right.

...all units in vicinity,

Code 1, Adams Memorial.

Nonresponsive female, yet to be identified.

Black and red SUV found at scene.

-Huh.
-Maryland license plate number...

Peter...

brought me into the Leviathan Group.

He was the one who revealed its purpose.

All Masons tell stories
about deeply held secrets.

Most of them are tall tales
to intrigue new members.

But this was different.

I saw in these men

a belief...

in something beyond possibility.

A belief

that the ancient wisdom was not only real,

but that it could unlock consciousness,

allowing man to access

hidden reservoirs of power.

The group was formed

based on two questions:

Could humanity handle such an evolution?

And what might happen

if this power fell into the wrong hands?

We made a pact

to safeguard the clues.

But the lure of the myth was strong.

* *

There's a story

of a member of the group

from the beginning of the last century

for whom the lure was too great.

He abandoned his oath.

He sought the wisdom for himself.

And he found it.

It is said that he
learned to control things,

that he could bend matter to his will.

* *

Oh, God.

I did an EMP gambit in Frankfurt in '09.

I didn't have one of these.

I'd use a garage door opener.

What do you want to do with him?

Cut him loose.

Now that you've bonded,
you can use him as needed.

Is it him?

It's a quote from the Apocrypha.

Fourth Book of the Maccabees.

"For if you dispose me to anger

"by your disobedience...

"you will compel me,
with dreadful punishments...

"...to destroy

every one of you."

* *

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