All language subtitles for The Da Vinci Code (2006 English

Stop now.

Tell me where it is.

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. Anybody?

- 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.

Now this symbol.

- Madonna and child.
- Faith. Christianity.

No. No, it's the pagan god Horus
and his mother Isis

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.

My son is a student of yours at Harvard.

- Michael Culp? He adores you.
- 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, Captain 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
earlier this evening.

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?

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.

Captain 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.

How well did you know the curator?

Not very well.

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.

The Grande Galerie.
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.

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

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 ascetic lives.

- Why are some media...
- 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.

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 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.

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.

That's the code Saunière
left on the floor.

Fibonacci?

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.

A mathematical joke.

Is it meaningless?

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 came here to...
- 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 3:00. Around 3:00. 3:00.

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.

Lady, stop it! Just stop!

Who are you?

Look at the letters.

"P.S."

P.S., postscript.

"Princess Sophie." 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.

We have a problem.

Headquarters didn't send
Sophie Neveu.

What?

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.

Bastard.

That cop will check the whole lower floor.

I will only take a moment.

Of course.

He is much older than I remember.

I hadn'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.

- Wait a minute.
- Professor?

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.

Historically, the left was female,
the right was male.

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-lis.

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-lis 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.

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 need to get out of sight.

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.

You have powerful friends.

Bishop Aringarosa has been kind to me.

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.

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.

Stay here.

Police.

What do you want?

Fifty euros for all your stuff.

Go and get something to eat.

Did it ever occur to you
that could be dangerous?

No. And now we have a place to think.

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.

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

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 13, 1307. A Friday.

Friday the 13th.

The Pope sent troops
to claim the Priory's treasure,

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.

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?

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

How humble.

Our savior, Bishop Aringarosa.

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."

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.

Once 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.

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.

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.

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 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?

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.

You mind? I'm on a schedule here.

And do all the drivers wear a Rolex?

What?

This piece of shit.

Forty euros in Barbés.

Yours for 35.

No, no, no.

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

- Come on, 30?
- 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.

The Holy Grail.

A magic cup.
The source of God's power on earth.

It's nonsense.

You don't believe in God.

No.

Just people.

Sometimes that they can be kind.

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 four.

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!

What happened between you
and your grandfather, exactly?

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.

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.

It seems you're not a driver at all.

Apparently, you lost your tongue
along with your truck.

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.

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
out-row an Oxford man at Henley?

Surely such a travesty has never occurred.

Your heart is true.

You may pass.

Welcome to Château Villette.

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.

A dramatic late-night arrival.

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?

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.

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.

But 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.

Not the Son of God?

Not even his nephew twice removed.

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 even 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.

I trust you recognize The Last Supper,

the great fresco by Leonardo da Vinci.

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

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.

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. 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?

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 lnquisition 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.

At least that. Some say millions.

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.

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, Sophie.
- You will leave my house!

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

Jacques Saunière was her grandfather.

You're the obsessive Priory scholar, Leigh.

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.

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...

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.

Opus Dei.

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?

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?

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...

Zürich.

Yes. No, we love Zürich.

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?

Christ...

Christ sacrificed his life
for the betterment of humanity.

So, too, may be the fate of his seed.

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 Magdalene,

was to remember all those
who were robbed of their power,

who were oppressed.

UItimately, 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.

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?

The bishop?

God himself?

They've changed their flight plan
to London.

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!

Put your hands in the air! Do it now!

I'm afraid that's easier said than done
in my case.

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 onboard.

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.

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 airplane.

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.

Now, now, Robert.

You, above all people, shouldn't be one
to dismiss the influence of the past.

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

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

Hello?

Why do they make them so scary?

It's cold.

"In London lies a knight a Pope interred."

So which tomb has an orb?

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.

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. Over here, see.

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 you hurt her.

- Give me the keystone! Give it to me!
- Can you stop that?

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.
- Stop that. What do you think you're doing?

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

This is absurd. 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.

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?

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.

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, that's too long.

Where are 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."

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.

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.

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.

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... 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,
all 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.

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.

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... Give me a moment.

Robert.

What are you doing?

Please.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

No!

No, Robert!

No!

No.

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.

Robert! Robert!

Robert! How could you do it?

How could you? Robert!

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. 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.

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.

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.

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

"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.

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...

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, six.

And the girl, four.

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,

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.

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

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?

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.

"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."