IMS Subtitles www.able.co.nz Captions were made possible with funding from NZ On Air. Able 2015 (RUNNING FOOTSTEPS) (PANTS) (GROANS) (BEEPS) Stop now. Tell me where it is. You and your brethren possess what is not rightfully yours. I-I don't know what you are talking about! Is it a secret you will die for? Please. As you wish. (GUN COCKS) Wait! (GASPS) Oh! (SPEAKS FRENCH) In the sacristy,... (DISTANT) ..the church of Saint-Sulpice, is the Rose Line. Thank you. (GUNSHOT) Argh! (GROANS) (APPLAUSE) (GROANS) (APPLAUSE) Thank you. Thank you. (GROANS) 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 this symbol. First thing that comes to mind? (WOMAN) Hatred. Racism. (MAN) 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? (MAN) Evil. (SPEAKS FRENCH) 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. (WOMAN) Madonna and child. Faith. Christianity. No. No, it's the pagan god Horus and his mother Isis centuries before the birth of Christ. (CHATTERING) 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? Oh, yeah. He adores you. He says you're the best teacher he's had. Ms Culp, I think I already gave Michael an A-minus. (LAUGHS) He told me. Thank you. Mr Langdon? Hi. Bonjour, Professor. I'm Lieutenant Collet from the DCPJ. A kind of French FBI. Would you take a look at this photo, please? My chief, Capitaine Fache, had hoped, considering your expertise, and the markings on the body, you might assist us. Will you excuse me a moment? I was supposed to have drinks with him earlier. Yes, we know. We found your name in his daily planner. He never showed. I waited for over an hour. Why would someone do this to him? Oh, you misunderstand, Professor. He was shot, yes. But what you see in the photograph, Monsieur Sauniere did to himself. (SPEAKS LATIN) (MAN REPLIES IN LATIN) (Gracias, Padre.) (SIGHS) (GASPS) (PANTS) (SIGHS) In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti. (SCREAMS) (GASPS) (SCREAMS) (GASPS) '(WHIP CRACKS)' (RADIO PLAYS) Capitaine Fache is waiting for you. OK. 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. Ah,... 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. (POLICE RADIO) (LIFT PINGS) Could we take the stairs? (BREATHES DEEPLY) So, Sauniere requested tonight's meeting? Yes. How? Did he call you? E-mail. He heard I was in Paris. (LIFT PINGS) Had something to discuss. What? You seem... uncomfortable. (LIFT PINGS / RUMBLES) (SIGHS) Ah, the Grand Gallery. This is where you found the body. How would you know that? I recognised the parquet floor from the Polaroid. It's unmistakeable. Dear God! Let's cover the talking points again, Your Eminence. Many call Opus Dei a brainwashing cult, others an ultra-conservative Christian secret society. Obviously some people fear what they don't understand. Perhaps a less defensive tack. The press continue to be harsh with us. We are not, erm... 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 portion choose to live ascetic lives. (PHONE RINGS) That will be all. Thank you. Aringarosa. (MAN SPEAKS IN LATIN) (SPEAKS LATIN) The Vitruvian Man - 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. 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 Sauniere'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. It has nothing to do with worshipping 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. (SPEAKS FRENCH) So, Professor,... Excusez-moi, Commissaire. (SPEAKS FRENCH) Please, pardon the interruption. (SPEAK FRENCH) Fibonacci? It is the Fibonacci sequence. From the top of the order. I've an urgent message for Professor Langdon. Right? Hmm? Pardon me? Quoi? I'm Sophie Neveu. French Police Cryptology. Your embassy called Division. Erm... I'm sorry, monsieur, they said it was a matter of life and death. This is the number of your embassy's messaging service. Thank you. (SPEAKS FRENCH) (SPEAKS FRENCH) 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. (SOPHIE) "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." (LEAVES RUSTLE) (PHONE RINGS) (SPEAKS FRENCH) (MAN RELIES IN FRENCH) (CRASH!) (GASPS) There's been an accident, a friend, I have to fly home in the morning. I see. Is there a rest room 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 Sauniere? What are you talking about?! (SIGHS) Crazy old man! You have me confused with someone else. 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. Oui. Oui, oui. Fache isn't even looking for other suspects, OK? He is sure you're guilty. When did Sauniere contact you? Er... Today? Yes. Yes. What time? What time? At three. Around three. Three. 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 Sauniere wanted you to tell me will be useless! Stop it! Just stop! Who are you?! Look at the letters. "PS." PS, postscript. Princess Sophie. Silly, but I was only a girl when I lived with him. Jacques Sauniere 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 outta here, was he? No. If we are to get away from here, we must find another way. What exactly do you propose? (SPEAKS FRENCH) (SPEAKS FRENCH) (SIRENS WAIL) (POLICE RADIO CRACKLES) (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. Maybe he was trying to reach out 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. Whoa! Anagram is right. "O, Draconian devil. Oh, lame saint," becomes, "Leonardo da Vinci. The Mona Lisa." Professor, the Mona Lisa is right over here. 1 Her smile is in the lower spatial frequencies. The horizon is significantly lower on the left than it is on the right. Why? She appears larger from the left. Historically, the left was female, the right was male. Blood. Hey. "So dark the con of man." No,... it doesn't say that. Another anagram? Can you break it? (DOOR OPENS) Professor, hurry! Hurry! Er... Moon. Sermon. Charms. Demons. Omens. Codes. Monks. Ranks. Rocks. Madonna of the Rocks. Da Vinci! Careful. Careful! (CRASH!) This... this can't be this. The fleur-de-lis! (POLICE RADIO) It was Sauniere's. I remember finding it once when I was a girl. He promised he'd give it to me one day. Have you ever heard those words before, "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 have 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 referred to as "the dark con of man." But what secret? The Priory of Sion protects the source of God's power on earth. (GASPS) (TYRES SCREECH) Merde! (POLICE RADIO) 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... OK! (POLICE WHISTLE / TYRES SCREECH) No. No. You're not gonna make it! You're not gonna make it! (CRASH!) Well, that was... (OFFICER SHOUTS IN FRENCH) We need to get out of sight. (SPEAKS LATIN) (ROARS) Oh! Papa, no! No mas! Argh! (SHOUTS IN SPANISH) 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. (SPEAKS FRENCH) (RAP MUSIC PLAYS) This is the Bois de Boulogne? We'll be safe for a few minutes. (BANGING) No! Stay here. OK. Did it ever occur to you that could be dangerous? No. And now we have a place to think. Any ideas, Professor? You could have 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 1,000 years ago when a French king conquered the holy city of Jerusalem. This crusade, one of the most massive 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 artefact lost since the time of Christ, an artefact 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 travelled 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-worshippers and said God had charged him with cleansing the earth of these heretics. The plan went off like clockwork. The Templars were all but exterminated. The date was October 13th, 1307. A Friday. Friday the 13th. The Pope sent troops to claim the Priory's treasure, but they found nothing. The few surviving knights of the Priory had vanished. And the search for their sacred artefact began again. What artefact? I've never heard of any of this. Yes, you have. Almost everyone on earth has. You just know it as the Holy Grail. Please! Sauniere 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. (WOMAN) Job 38, verse 11. You know it, Sister? Job 38:11. "Hitherto shalt thou come... but no further." (SIGHS) 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. Argh! (CRASH!) Welcome, Bishop. This council is convened. In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti. 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 saviour, Bishop Aringarosa. How dare you presume... I do not presume, I act! The Vatican's unwillingness to support us is impious and cowardly. Blood is being spilt 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. Because of your expertise? I'm sorry? About the Priory. Do you think that's why Sauniere 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? (DOOR CLICKS OPEN) Bonsoir. Bonsoir. Oui, bien sur. (BUZZER) (DOORS HISS OPEN) Bonsoir. 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. (WHIRRING) My God! I don't believe this! A rose. A rose was a symbol for the Holy Grail. (DOOR OPENS) 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. 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?! (POLICE WHISTLE) Hey. Is there a problem? English? Oui. Yes. We're looking for two criminals. You came to the right place. They're all criminals here. (BOTH LAUGH) Would you mind opening the hold? Please, you think they trust us, the wages I get paid? You don't have keys to your truck? It's armoured. Keys get sent to the destination. You mind? I'm on a schedule here. And do all the drivers wear a Rolex? What?! (LAUGHS) This piece of shit? 40 euro in Barbes. Yours for 35. (LAUGHS) 30. Oh, it's OK. Come on. 30, huh? I said no! OK. Move along. Allez! (BANGING) Finally, the kitchen. Something light. Like... Okarito. Okarito. Goes well with Alexandra. Oh, look. Whoa, pink. Or... Hot Water Beach. Very relaxing. Pinky, blue. It's not very kitchen-y. But it is pretty... nursery. Hmm. Nursery? Or we could go Rangitikei River. (GASPS) Oh! (LAUGHS) You little beauty! So, the nursery. * 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. 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. And sometimes that they can be kind. Are you a God-fearing man, Professor? Er,... I was raised a Catholic. Well, that's not really an answer. (TRUCK RATTLES) Professor, are you OK? Go ahead, open it. Go on. (GASPS) 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 it 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. Sauniere made one for me once. My grandfather... gave me a wagon. This clearly is not the Holy Grail. Ugh. Come on! Please, you're not alright. 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. (WOMAN SPEAKS FRENCH) My parents died in a car crash with my brother. I was four. I'm sorry. It was many years ago. Better? Yeah. OK. (TYRES SCREECH) 20 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. (GUNSHOT) Alright! OK! Right now! Step back! No one will lose sleep over a couple on a killing spree. Turn around. Turn around! You too, mademoiselle. (DOOR SLAMS SHUT) Sophie! Get in the truck! I'll drive! Hurry! (GUNSHOTS) What happened between you and your grandfather? 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 any more. You call him by his last name. You hate history. Nobody hates history, they hate their histories. So, now you are a psychologist too? What if Sauniere... had started to groom you for the Priory? "Groom" me?! Your grandfather gave you puzzles and cryptexes 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 it's 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 who lives here in France. Do you trust this man? I hope you can. Vernet, Andre. "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, er... open up for an old colleague? "Of course." Thank you. "But first, a test of honour." "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 enquiries." "In which year did a Harvard sculler outrow an Oxford man at Henley?" Surely such a travesty has never occurred. "Your heart is true." "You may pass." (SIGHS) "Welcome to Chateau Villette." (PHONE RINGS) "Aringarosa." I still don't know why he put you into this,... and I'm sorry. But I'm... I'm also very glad. You are requested to make yourself at home. Robert. And you've travelled with a maiden, it seems. Sir Leigh Teabing, may I present Miss Sophie Neveu? Sophie, Sir Leigh Teabing. (SPEAKS FRENCH) Thank you for having us. I realise it's quite late. So late, mademoiselle, it's almost early. What a lovely smile you have. Earl Grey? Lemon. Correct. (LAUGHS) (PHONE RINGS) Si. 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 senechaux 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 Cherisey 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 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? Oh, Robert! Has he been telling you that the Holy Grail is a cup? The Good Book did not arrive by facsimile from heaven. (LAUGHS) The Bible, as we know it, was finally presided over by one man, a pagan emperor Constantine. I thought Constantine was a Christian. Oh, hardly, no. He was a lifelong pagan who was baptised 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 this 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 agree that the conflict grew to such proportions that it threatened to tear Rome in two. 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 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. 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's divinity. He simply sanctioned an already widely-held idea. Semantics. It's not semantics. You're interpreting facts to support your own conclusion. Fact, for many Christians, Jesus was mortal one day, divine the next. For some Christians his divinity was enhanced! Absurd! There was a formal announcement - They couldn't agree... Excuse me. Who is God? Who is man? How many have been murdered over this question? As long as there has been one true God there has been killing in his name. Now let me show you the Grail. I trust you recognise The Last Supper, the great fresco by Leonardo da Vinci. My dear, if you would close your eyes. Leigh, save us the parlour tricks. You asked for my help, I recall. Allow an old man his indulgences. 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 wine glasses 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. Hmm. Now, Robert, you could be of help to us. If you could show us the symbols for man and woman. 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 military uniforms. 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 it 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'd 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 honour? Hmm? Flowing red hair. Folded feminine hands. Hint of a bosom. No? Incroyable! Pas tout a fait. 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's 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. There are theories. Notice how Jesus and Mary are clothed. Mirror images of each other. The mind sees what it chooses to see. And venturing into the even more bizarre, notice how Jesus and Mary appear to be joined at the hip and are leaning away from each other as if to create a shape in the negative space between them. Leonardo gives us... the chalice. Yes. Oh, and, Robert, notice what happens when these two figures... (LAUGHS) ..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 other gospels that made Jesus appear human and not divine. "And the companion of the Saviour... 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 Saviour made her worthy, who are you, indeed, to reject her?'" 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 realise that Mary was descended from kings, just as her husband was. Now, my dear, the word in French for Holy Grail. Le Saint Graal. From the Middle English "Sangreal" of the original Arthurian legend. Now, as two words. Can you translate for our friend? Sang real. It means "royal blood". When the legend speaks of the chalice that held the blood of Christ, it speaks of the female womb that carried Jesus's 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? Pagans found transcendence through the joining of male and female. People found God through sex? In paganism, women were worshipped as a route to heaven, but the modern church has a monopoly on that, in salvation through Christ. And he who keeps the keys to heaven rules the world. Women, then, are a huge threat to the Church. The Catholic Inquisition 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 and 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 the Priory has defended for over 20 centuries. They are the guardians of the royal bloodline, keepers of the proof of our true past. They are the protectors of the living descendants of Jesus Christ... and Mary Magdalene. (INTERCOM BUZZES) "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. You will leave my house! Listen. I'm calling the police. Sauniere was her grandfather. You're the obsessive Priory scholar. You still keep lists of who might be in it? I'll bet Sauniere 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 senechaux 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. Will you just tell us what the hell it's for? Non. Bon, les gars. Oh,... yes. As the legend foretold,... "It hides beneath the rose." Oh, my! (SIGHS HEAVILY) Oh! Leigh. (MUMBLES) Leigh. Hmm? Please. I'm sorry. Yes, of course. (SIGHS) 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. (HUMS) 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. (CHUCKLES) A senechal! 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... Robert! Do not move, woman. Cripple. Put the box on the table. What? This trifle? Perhaps we can make a financial arrangement? Put the keystone... on the table. You will not succeed. Only the worthy can unlock the stone. Argh! (GUNSHOT) Well, well, my dear. (GROANS) Sit down. Are you OK? Yeah. Are you? Yeah. Make yourself useful, 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. It 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,... (PANTS) ..you want what's in this box? We need a way out of here. Well, actually,... ..I do have a plane. 9 'Robert, where did he go?' 'In here. Come in.' 'Over here. Get the door.' 'Hurry.' 'Over here. Over here. Sophie.' 'Watch out.' 'Be careful.' (ENGINE ROARS) Easy! (SIREN WAILS) Jesus! Apropos. (BANGS) (YELLS) I can't imagine what your complaint is. I'm within my rights to shoot you and let you rot. Put that away. We might need him. Better. Opus Dei. What is it? A conservative Catholic sect, a prelature to the Vatican. The Vatican is killing people?! No, no, no. For this box?! Not the Vatican. And not Opus Dei, but we are in the middle of a war, one that has been going on forever. On 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. 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 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. Could you make the plane ready for, erm... ..Zurich? Yes. No, we love Zurich. Bezu... Did you kill Jacques Sauniere? Did you kill Jacques Sauniere? I am the messenger of God. (SLAP!) 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. (SPEAK FRENCH) Le plan de vol,... ..s'il vous plait. 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. 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. Ultimately, the Priory hid her remains and the proof of her bloodline until most believed her sarcophagus, the Holy Grail, was finally lost in time. What are you doing? At the chateau you said, "It hides beneath the rose." No, no, no. Do be careful. In Latin, sub rosa. Literal translation... ..beneath the rose. (LAUGHS) We need a mirror. Backwards. In the style of Leonardo himself. Thank you. Ah. "In London lies a knight a Pope interred." "His labour'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. 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. Excuse me, Roger and I must discuss a change in the flight plan. Leigh. Harbouring 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. (LAUGHS) Implicated? I am on a Grail quest! (LAUGHS) (SIGHS) Forgive me, Robert, but... you two may well have given this old man the greatest night of his life. Thank you. He's gonna want more money. (LAUGHS) You're still numbing sensitive teeth? It's the way. There's a better way. Colgate Sensitive Pro-Relief actually helps repair the openings to exposed nerves. That's, uh...that's... A better way. (GROANS) Ohh! VOICEOVER: Colgate Sensitive Pro-Relief. * (SIRENS WAIL) I have them, Tower. Relay Hawker to land and hold on tarmac. Hey! Secure the area! Armed police! You two, round the back! Armed police! Put your hands in the air! Three men up! Put your hands in the air! I'm afraid that's easier said than done in my case. Oh, good morning. Did that old cannabis charge catch up with me? The French police say you're transporting fugitives and may have a hostage on board. I'm to take you all into custody. Sadly, I have a medical appointment which I can't afford to miss. I'll fetch the car. This is serious. The French are on their way. Stop! I can't afford the time to indulge your games. I'm late, I'm leaving. If it's so important for you to stop us, you will have to shoot us. You can start with him. Search the plane. Alright. I could run them over. Bad tip. Let 'em go. The French cannot be trusted. Everyone comfy? Biscuits? They didn't notice anything? People rarely notice things right in front of their eyes, don't you find? (SPEAKS LATIN) Remember, if we are discovered by the Vatican, we are excommunicated. So should anything go wrong... Yes, I know. I know. This council does not exist. As it never has. Old friend, Heaven protect you. Keep an eye out for the police. I must say, Robert, I'm quite impressed by the way you withstood my little aeroplane. Did he never tell you? When he was a boy, young Robert fell into a well. How old were you? Seven. (CRASH!) Treading water all night long, screaming his lungs out to the echoes screaming back. When they found him he was nearly catatonic. (SCREAMS) It's a long time ago. Oh, now, now, Robert. You, above all people, shouldn't be one to dismiss the influence of the past. Why has the Priory kept the Grail's 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 armour 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 are no bodies here. This place is wrong. Can we go now? We should go. (GASPS) Sophie! No! Where is the keystone? Do not test me. Let her go! Don't you hurt her. Give me it! Give it to me! Here! Here it is! Just let her go and you and I can come to some agreement. Remy! (SIGHS) Remy, no. No, put it away. They're too close together, you don't have a clear shot. Yes, I do. What do you think you're doing?! Thank you, Professor. For a moment this was getting complicated. This is absurd! For God's sake, man. Oh! That was satisfying. I'm glad this bullshit is over. Throw Teabing in the trunk. What?! Sorry. (GUNSHOT) 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 have 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. 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. You 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? (LAUGHS) I even convinced the monk. I should be in theatre. A toast to our success, Teacher. The end of the journey is near. Your identity shall go with me to the grave. (LAUGHS) There's your problem, mate. It's your basic linguistic coincidence. Keywords keep coming up with the writings of some bloke named Alexander Pope. A Pope. Your grandfather was a genius. (BELL RINGS) Come on. (GASPS) (COUGHS) (RETCHES) "Emergency. Which service?" I know the location of two murderers wanted by French police. * We've just had a 999 call. Triangulation leads back to Docklands. A male caller. Claims your 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's sake. And, if you choose to believe, he was also a Grand Master of the Priory as well. (CHURCH BELLS CHIME) But if he offended the 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." The solar system. The planets. Constellations. Signs of the zodiac. Let's 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 senechaux would not have lied with dying breath unless they knew their secret was preserved. How could you know Sauniere'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! Sophie, we need to just walk away. No, don't! 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 2,000 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's mortality can bring an end to all that suffering, drive this church of lies to its knees. (GUNSHOT) Armed police! Argh! Drop your weapon! Stop, Silas! (GUNSHOT) We... 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! Ah! (SOBS) Put it down! Now! Put it down! (GUNSHOTS) The dark con can be exposed. Mankind can finally... be set free. And we can do it, Robert. The three of us. (SIREN WAILS) How is Silas? Is he... (GROANS) Is he alive?! The monk? Bishop, how would you know this killer's name? (PANTS) 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 cellphone? 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... No, Robert, no words. On your knees. Do it. I mean it. Down! Not you. No, my dear, you... (LAUGHS) 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've 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! Open the cryptex! I don't know how. Open it or he dies. I swear, I don't know! Do it! Do it! Stop it! I don't know! Stop it! She can't do it, Leigh. But give me a moment. Robert. (GUN CLICKS) What are you doing? Shhh! Please. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. No! (GLASS BREAKS) No, Robert! No! No! Ah, the map! It's ruined! The map is ruined! The Grail,... it's lost. The Grail's 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! (OFFICER READS HIM HIS RIGHTS) 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. (LAUGHS) You couldn't. You've solved it. (LAUGHS) You took the scroll out before it broke! You've solved it! Oh, you'll find it, Robert. You know what to do. You find the Grail, you kneel before her and you set her free upon the world! That man there, he's got the map to the Holy Grail! (SIREN WAILS) 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 Sauniere made of you. What was it? He called me a flatfoot, a beat cop of history. Oh, a dumb policeman who just does his job day after day, of history. You know his father was one, a policeman? Sauniere said he was the most honourable 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. 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, er... 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? (WIND HOWLS) 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. 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. He stood over me... and he wouldn't let me leave. 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 Sauniere. It's Saint-Clair. It's one of the oldest families in France. It's from a line of the Merovingian kings. Quoi? "Sang real." Royal blood. I was so wrong. Sauniere 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. Non. C'est pas possible. You are the heir. The end of the bloodline. You are the last living descendant... 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 Sauniere. 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. * (FOOTSTEPS) 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 Sauniere 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? OK, 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. And what I did, I... 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. (CHUCKLES) Well, here's the question. A living descendant 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. (LAUGHS) You take care. Yes. Hey. Nope. Maybe I'll do better with the wine. Godspeed. (TV PLAYS) 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.' (SWELLING MUSIC) IMS Subtitles www.able.co.nz Captions were made with the support of NZ On Air. Able 2015