All language subtitles for The.Da.Vinci.Treasure.2006.1080p.BluRay.H264.AAC-RARBG

Hey.

Let me get one of yours.

You need a light too?

(indistinct chatter)

The bartender
looks at who's coming.

Tell me about that.
Tell me.

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

(alarm beeping)

(beeping continues)

(beeping stops)

There they are.

Wait.

The Da Vinci Optics.

Look at the intricacies
of the metal work.

Doctor, we need
to keep moving.

What am I looking for?

Something in Italian.

Is this Italian?

Let me see.

That's Romansch.

Keep looking.

That's it.

Ligurian.

Ling what?

Ligurian. Look for
something in Ligurian.

What kind of
language is that?

Italian.

(click)

IR beams.

It's all about
the key, Griff.

Go on.

There it is.

Mr. Da Vinci...

I believe you have
something to tell me.

It's not bound.

None of his books were.

Just watch the door.

Oh, my God.

Does it say anything
about the treasure?

Just give me a second.

Doctor?

Giulia.

Giulia.

Griff, what the hell
are you doing?

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

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

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

Doctor, just... Please.

(groaning)

Jesus, Griff.

I'm sorry, Michael.

Just go, Michael.

(banging on door)

(alarm blaring)

(alarm blaring continues)

(bullet ricochets)
Goddamn it!

(gunfire)

(panting)

Oh, my God.

The Da Vinci Codex.

Unbelievable.

(gun cocks)
Hey, Samantha.

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

You must not have
very good friends.

Well, with friends
like you, right?

What the hell
are you doing here?

The FBI give you
your passport back?

Who needs a passport?

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

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

Ow!

Give me the Da Vinci Codex.

Or what,
you're gonna kill me?

(gunshot)

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

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

How was your flight?

(Samantha)
Dr. Coven!

What happened to you?

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

You did that?

Oh, no, no.

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

What?

That's for the Versace.

You satisfied?
Get out of here

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

Neat in the waist
like a wasp.

Deep in the ass
like a horse.

Huh?

I bet that slut's
worth every penny.

Pick those up.

You know what?
Get over it.

Every clue that you get

brings me closer and
closer to my treasure.

Your treasure?

I've been busting
my ass to find that.

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

These are Da Vinci's
all over the ground.

How do you feel about that?

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

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

Any lengths.

Where's Griff?

(groaning)

Just go, Michael.

You kill him?

Now that is really sad.

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

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

How does that feel?

Huh? Look at this. Look.

(chuckling)

Do you know he was
a homosexual?

I also think he invented
the first vibrating dildo.

(laughs)

Good night.

Oh, yeah.

Michael, what are
you waiting for?

You're doing all the work
for him anyway.

(whistles)

Fuck.

(gun cocks)

I leave you alone
for two minutes.

God, you're a mess.

Where's Griff?

(Michael)
I have a mission.

Some might call it
an obsession.

(laughs)

Oh, but what
a treasure it is.

Once the spoil of kings,

empires,

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

theMedici.

Five hundred years ago,

it disappeared from
the face of the earth.

Legends says
it still exists,

hidden so well

that the most powerful armies
could never find it.

And for as long
as I can remember,

I've been in search of it.

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

Leonardo Da Vinci.

I believe he left clues
to the treasure's location

hidden in his work for
future generations to discover.

This has become
my life's work.

But I'm not alone in my quest.

And others are willing
to kill for their share.

Or even worse.

At least they spared
your pretty boy looks.

Just a few bumps
and bruises.

God, I had it
in my hands, Giulia.

Till my man Griffee
melted down.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Are you sure it's his?

Well, it's not
from the Codex Arundel.

Most of those drawings
are basically...

based on physics
and astronomy.

Can you read that?

It's not Italian.

I don't know what it is.

Try that.

Wow.

"For God
commanded the light

"to shine out
of the darkness...

"shined in our hearts...

"something, something...

In the face of
Christ Jesus."

What is it,
a passage from the Bible?

I guess.

Sounds like
Corinthians.

I need to do
more research.

These sketches are religious.

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

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

That doesn't make sense.

Maybe it's not from Da Vinci.

I know what I saw.

Well, it could be
from someone else.

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

Well, I guess we could
get it analyzed.

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

Besides,
it's too late for that.

We don't have
that kind of time.

Wait. It is Corinthians.

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

"hath shined in our hearts,

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

in the face of Christ Jesus."

Corinthians 4:6.

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

Shroud?

Yeah. The shroud
that Christ was buried in.

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

Where do they
keep it now?

No.

No.
How hard could it be?

What are you trying
to find on the Shroud?

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

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

You know that?
Yeah.

And you're taking me with you.

That's right.

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

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

Why not?

Because it's not there anymore.

You can see pictures.

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

Is what?

The Shroud's too important.

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

No. It does have
a shroud in it.

But it's a fake.

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

Can we go see
your godfather?

(man)
And the treasure?

(Michael)
It's called
the Sforza treasure,

named after the benefactor
of Leonardo Da Vinci.

It's the treasured wealth
of the Medici family.

Or more importantly,
the stolen treasure riches

of the Ottoman Empire.

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

probably the biggest find
in history.

And what does that have
to do with the Shroud?

Well...

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

Sforza's ties
to the Ottoman ruler Selim

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

Of course Selim agreed,
but then chose not to disclose

the location of
the burial to Sforza.

And by the end
of his rule,

the location
was lost forever.

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

Well...

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

He spent decades
taking notes,
chasing down clues.

When he passed away,
I picked up his search.

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

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

And the Shroud.

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

Apparently, the burial place
is a secret chamber

that was built by
the Knights Templar
during the Crusades.

The Crusades?

The treasure is priceless.

So is the Shroud.

This is a treasure hunt.

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

Michael, can you give us
a few minutes?

Thank you, Cardinal.

Thanks.

It's good to see you.

Good to see you too.

Come on.

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

Shh, quiet.

You've got to be
kidding me.

We've only got
five minutes.

This is where they
keep the Shroud?

Well, who would look here?

Not me.

All right.
Tell me what you know.

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

What are you doing?

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

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

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

You better be gentle.

And the weave is consistent

with techniques used in
first century Palestine,

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

But in 1998,
they found blood.

What? Blood?

Traces of human blood.

AB positive, I think.

Okay, so, we're dealing
with an artifact

that is, at least
circumstantially,

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

However, carbon dating
analysis tells us that...

(groans)

it's only six to
seven hundred years old.

Unless the carbon dating
is wrong.

Excuse me,
the carbon dating is not wrong.

Well, how do you explain
these burn marks?

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

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

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

Okay, help me with this,
please.

(gun cocks)

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

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

I will be careful.
I'm serious.

My godfather's gonna
really be upset with me.

Oh, my God!

My godfather!

We have to take it.

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

If we don't, they will!

(gunshots)

No, this way, this way.

Shit! Come on!

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

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

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

(gunshots)

(siren blaring)

Right there!
Right there!

Shit!

(tires screeching)
Oh, God!

(gun cocks)

Don't shoot him.

Hey, hey, hey!

Sucks to always lose
doesn't it, Michael?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm not
a religious man,

but I believe
shooting a Cardinal

gets you a first-class
ticket to hell.

That ship sailed
a long time ago.

Give me the Shroud, Michael.

Don't, Michael.

(click)

(sighs)

(unzips backpack)

See that?

We can be civil.

Come with me, Michael.
Leave her.

Suit yourself.

(Samantha)
Come on, boys.

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

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

Huh?
(sighs)

Besides,
we got the photos.

Now what?
I don't know.

I wish you'd learn
how to do this.

I wouldn't need you then,
would I?

Thanks.

For you,
not a bad cup of coffee.

What do you see?

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

Some sort of
isometric illusion.

A what?

Early 3-D.

It's like a false
perspective created.

It's very confusing.

Well, if it is
the Shroud of Christ,

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

Michael, this is wrong.

Yeah, but it's right here.

Staring us in the face.

This is more than just
a treasure hunt, Michael.

I really think we should
go to the authorities.

This is the power of God.

There's an illusion here.

What?

A visual stunt.

This is blasphemy.

Just listen to me
for a second.

There's been visual perceptions
known to the ancient Greeks

since the beginning of time,

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

I mean, at least
experimentally.

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

he described a rhomboid
drawn with 3-D elements

reverses in depth.

And he also correctly noted
that changes of...

changes of eye fixation
could also change perception.

And?

And I happen to know
that Da Vinci created

a crude version
of 3-D glasses.

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

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

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

500 years after his death.

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

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

something
very different...

A pair of glasses
with some concave
mirrored lenses

that acted as a prism.

I think that
there's something here

that can only be read
if you have those glasses.

Perfect. So all we need
is the glasses.

And I happen to know
where they are.

I'm afraid you were
going to say that.

(clicks tongue)
Let's go.

(engine idling)

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

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

Well, he's not stupid.

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

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

You ready?

Yeah. Let's get out of here.

I need to talk to Dr. Coven.

This is Paul DeKorte.

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

(Michael)
Where are DeKorte's guards?

(Giulia)
Good question.

You okay?

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

You want to wait
in the car?

Yeah, I do.

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

Otherwise, call for help.
Yeah.

(knocking)

(man screaming)

(glass shattering)

(screaming continues)

Nice, big shot.

Shit!

Hey, give me something.

Well, well, Dr. Michael.

Missed all the fun.

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

But he's not
a good negotiator.

How did you find out
about the glasses?

What the fuck
are you doing here?

I got the Shroud.
I got the glasses.

But you don't know
how to use them.

What?

I don't, huh?

I don't?

Ah.

Sit down.

Sit.

I'm tired of treading
the same territory

over and over again
with you, Michael.

Hey, I just find the clues.

You beat people up
and take them.

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

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

Yeah. We both are.

Uh-huh.

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

you're just
a small-time crook.

What?

You heard me.

You're telling me
that my stolen treasures

are not as pure
as your stolen treasures,

you self-righteous,
fucking hypocrite?

Huh?

Oh, yeah, fuck.

In Baghdad...

You know how much
is coming into me
from Baghdad?

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

Ninety percent of
the museums around the world

are filled with
the spoils of war.

And that's what this is:

a war.

My war.

Fuck you!

I'm done with you.

Get him!
Get him, get him! Fuck!

Giulia!

Come on!

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

Coven has the glasses.

(engine revs)

Slow down!
I've got the glasses.

What? How the hell
did you get them?

They were in
his bloody car.

What happened in there?

Coven killed DeKorte.

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

They're following us.

Take a right
on this corner.

Easy! Take a right!

(tires screeching)

Turn!

They're coming!

Brake!

Go around, go around!

Oh!
Get out, get out!

Sorry! Sorry!

Come on!

Oh, my God, the glasses.

The glasses are
a lot better than I am.

Where the hell you going?

To the airport.

Good job.

Can we ditch this bus?

All right, baby.

All right.

Let's do this.

Jesus.

Stop that.
What do you seeing?

Nothing. How could he see
anything through here?

Oh, my God!
What's wrong?

Jesus Christ!

Talk to me.
What are you seeing?

(Michael)
Symbols everywhere.

Give me the pen.
Give me the paper.

What the hell is this
in the middle?

What is that?

Looks like a guy standing.

It's got a canine head.

Egyptian?

I don't know.

A god.
Maybe an Egyptian god.

I got a snake here.
What is that?

Animals?

It looks like a map to me.

Really?

What about dog-man?

No, that's...

a location.

Monacelli?

Asia?

India?

Do you think this
is a Ptolemy map?

This is so wild.

Okay, what else?

[groans]

All right.

We got a snake.

Okay.

The Amazon?
Yeah.

Egypt?

Lions, Africa.

And this looks kind
of like a crown to me.

England?
Here, let me have a look.

Here.

Bloody hell!

Wow. Give me that.

This is unbelievable!

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

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

It's not an animal.
Right.

It's weird.

There's text. Wait.

Can you read it?

I think it's backwards again.

Hang on.

Can you read it?

Wait.

Il morso finale.

The last...

Clue.

This could be the final clue,
the final destination.

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

some dots, and a stick.

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

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

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

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

Pagan iconography.

Could be.

It's a star.

We need a better map.

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

Then we go to England.

Exactly.

Africa.

India.

There we go.

And then we end in Egypt.

So what's our center then?

Afghanistan.

Great.

What? You finally get
to wear that burka.

Marvelous.

Come on.

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

We can call him
when we get to Austria.

What are you
thinking about?

That symbol. The spear.

It just doesn't seem right.

Well, it's a long flight
from London,

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

What's that?

That's Westminster Cathedral.

It's beautiful.
It's gorgeous.

It's not pagan.

It's religious.

What's this
look like to you?

A spear.

No, no.
In a religious context.

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

like something to do
with Jesus.

Jesus was a carpenter.

Yes, but he had
a different symbol.

Doves, a cross, apostles?

Which one?

Let me see.

"Il morso finale.
Il morso finale."

The final bite.

It's Thomas!

What?

The symbol is Thomas!

The Last Supper.

Yes! Exactly!
Of course.

We're not going
to Afghanistan! Whoo!

(laughing)

Look at Thomas.

What's he pointing at?

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

No.
Yeah.

It's impossible.

You're not going
to get in there.

That's never
stopped me before.

Come on, let's go.

Hello!

Hello!

Excuse me, sir!

Hi!
Si?

I'm American. Um...

I need some help.

No, no comprende.

Could you open
the door, please?

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

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

Open the door,
and then we can talk.

Thank you.

Grazie, I think.

Thank you.

Hi. Hi. Um...

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

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

No, no, no, no.

Really, it would be... Oh!

Oh, no, no.
No, really.

Whew! Um...

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

Whew!

It's really warm tonight.
Whew!

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

Don't you think?

Yeah, yeah.

If I could just come in,

and we could find
a little camera...

My camera,
and I can get it.

Is that okay?

Okay, never mind.
Thank you.

Ciao!

(locks door)

All right.

Fantastic.

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

Of course I did.
What are you thinking about!

Just relax, okay?

I used the credit card
to buy five tickets

to European cities
that we're not going to.

But I used cash
for the two tickets
to Athens.

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

we'll be safe and sound.

Not just a pretty face.
Good plan.

Okay, I'm going
to call Amal.

He'll organize our travel
arrangements to Afghanistan.

Perfect.
How much time
have we got?

Come on, we gotta go now!

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

You finding anything
on that?

It's a brick.

Hmm. You think
you got the wrong one?

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

Maybe Da Vinci had nothing
to do with the Shroud.

Maybe these clues have
nothing to do with Da Vinci.

What are you saying?
That this is circumstantial?

That it doesn't matter?

'Cause I don't believe that,
Giulia.

I've given up my life for this.

I'm just saying.

I'm just saying.
Okay.

Look.

The clue's on the brick.

Numbers?

Degrees.

Longitude or latitude?

Or both.

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

I don't know, Michael.

Maybe we're reading
these clues wrong.

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

I'm just tired. Yeah.

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

Really?
Yeah.

We're going to Afghanistan.

I'm tired.

Good night, Michael

Okay.

That's it.

That's it!

(glass shatters)

What are you doing,
Michael?

What's going on,
Michael?

It's a photograph
on the Shroud.

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

Oh, you're drunk.

Give me your earring.

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

Why?

Here. I'll show you.

Hold down
the edge of the shade.

So what you're proposing
is that some Renaissance man

invented photography
400 years before
we thought so.

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

And he wouldn't even
need a lens,

although a crude one
might help.

You see?

The Renaissance artists
would use camera obscura

to project the images
onto a canvas,

and then they would
trace the image.

Yes, I know that.

Well, the next step
in making the Shroud

would just be some sort of
light-sensitive chemical

that would enable him
to capture the image.

Well, silver nitrate
would do that,

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

But not on the Shroud.

That's Christ's Shroud.

Da Vinci had advanced knowledge
on optics and chemistry.

He was an expert
on human anatomy.

Mm-hmm.

Look at this.

(train whistle)

We're here.

Hold that.

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

Hey, head down
to the back of the train.

That way.

Michael!

It's good to see you,
my friend!

Amal!

God, look at you.
Look at you.

This is my friend, Giulia.

Hi. It's great
to finally meet you.

Michael...

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

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

But she must
stay out here.

Sure.

Something about
you being a woman.

That's why
I love Afghanistan.

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

Amal.

Sorry if I caused you
a problem here.

Michael, the problem...

We got big
fucking problem.
What?

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

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

I lost two men, Michael.
Two men!

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

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

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

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

Get that white woman
and go now!

Okay, listen to me.

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

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

Michael,
that's my American car.

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

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

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

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

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

Michael,
that's my American car!

Goddamn it, Michael!

Go, go, go!
We gotta go!

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

Why?
Come on! Now!

Who's chasing?
Just go!

(coughing)

My kingdom
for a proper windscreen!

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

Oh!

Oh, hello!

Look, Michael!

Amal, good job!

Any bullets in that thing?

Fully loaded.

Excellent.
Yeah.

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

All right.

That way.
One second.

Yep.

Oh, shit!
We've got company.

How do they keep
finding us?

Get the gun!
Shoot back!

Shoot!

Shit! We're out of bullets!

Check the back!
Wait!

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

Just check the back
for more bullets!
Okay!

Oh, wow.

Now we're talking.

(bullets ricocheting)

(gunfire)

(Giulia)
Whoo!

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

French finishing school.

(laughing)

Good job, kid.

This is it.

This is it! Stop!

God.

I can't believe this is it.

There's nothing.

We'll find it.

Here.

It's this way.

This is it.

Come and look at this.
(chuckles)

My goodness.

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

Like a key or a piece.

Oh, shit!

And we've come
all this freaking way.

Michael?

Michael.

Michael!

(laughs)

Oh, my God.

It was in the brick.
Yeah.

That's our key.

(laughs)

Oh!

(rumbling)

Oh, God!

See anything?

No.

Nothing.
There's no writing.

There's no artwork.

Just be careful,
all right?

Ooh.

Looks like we found
a burial chamber.

Perhaps a bit unfinished.

(Giulia)
Wow. Look at this.

This could take awhile.
(gasps)

Yeah. Let's just
keep moving.

Watch your step though.

This place is probably
covered with traps
or surprises.

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

are talking about.

Like a warning?

Yeah.
Come on.

What the hell is this?

What is it?

Oil.

Great. A dead end.

There's nothing.

Did we miss something
back here?

I don't know.

Let's just backtrack.

(click)

Michael...

you've touched a trap.

(rumbling)

Oh, my God.

Back up.
What?

Back up.

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

Yeah.

We're out of clues.

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

Oh, yeah.

Wait a second.
What?

This inscription
was on the Codex.

Oh, my God.
We're close.

(blows)

What is it?

I think it's a puzzle.

Could be
a combination lock.

(blows)
Wait a second.

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

Did we miss something?
Did we miss a clue?

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

That clever bastard.

What?

It's the Mona Lisa.

What? What has that
got to do...

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

The theory of the Mona Lisa
is that...

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

The opposite energies
of the sun and the moon.

And what are
the three digits?

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

with the ratio of the sides
being three...

four...

and five.

Three.

Four.

And last but not least...

(laughs)

Come on, five.

(rumbling)

(click)

Uh-oh.

(air bursts)
Go, go, go!

Stay with me!

Go!

Come on!

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

Another dead end.

What?

My father's artifact.

Oh, my God.

Careful.

Those things are everywhere.

(Michael laughs)

We did it.

(laughing)

(whistle)

Hey.

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

Huh?

No, he didn't.

How the hell
did you find us?

The door was open.

That's solid gold.

(clank)

Give me that.

Here's your Shroud.

It's all there.

It's a stinkin' rag.

You happy now?

Come on, Coven, let's...

Let's work something out, huh?

What?

80 / 20?

70 / 30?

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

(laughs)

You gotta be kidding me.

Wow.

The place really makes you
feel humble, almost.

Almost.

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

You'll blow us all up.

Come here.

Come here.

Don't move.

Don't do anything stupid.

Come here, look, look.

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

You ready?

Get ready to make a move.

Look.

Kill 'em. Kill 'em.

Go slow.

Michael,
I'm gonna miss you.

But, Giulia...

I'm going to enjoy this.

Sam, what the hell
are you doing?

Put the gun down.

(rumbling)

Giulia.

(coughing)

Are you all right?

(coughing)
Yeah.

God.

You smell that gas?

The Shroud.

Oh, my God.

Jesus, Samantha.

(Michael)
The oil.

The oil!

Oh, no. Get down!