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So again I say, what matters is what you believe.
- So should anything go wrong... - Yes, I know, I know.
Be careful.
...the Priory of Sion...
Yours is one of our oldest and highest-level accounts.
You just know it as the Holy Grail.
We're at least a half-hour to Chelsea Library.
The legend will be revealed when the heir reveals himself.
Locked on and tracking, sir.
...and you may have a hostage onboard.
I will only take a moment.
Understood.
The press continue to be harsh with us.
Mathematical joke.
The fleur-de-lis.
The only way to access the information...
Robert.
They just got the pronoun wrong.
So, what choice did I have?
The Teacher will call and tell me where to deliver the money.
The Bible as we know it was finally presided over by one man:
"Leonardo da Vinci. The Mona Lisa."
You must explode the truth onto the world.
Today is today.
...would she destroy faith?
...with members hidden in high-ranking positions...
...drive this church of lies to its knees.
Where did she go?
...who raised you as his own.
One weekend I came home unexpectedly.
He burns them.
He says you're the best teacher he's ever had.
Precisely.
Like your grandfather, then.
Church of Saint-Sulpice.
Rip the gate down.
What exactly do you propose?
Very advanced surveillance.
The Priory failed in their sacred charge.
Why are some media referring to Opus Dei as "God's mafia"?
My son is a student of yours at Harvard.
The three of us.
...since legend suggests he may not know his own true identity.
Robert, your ruse is pathetic.
Sir Leigh Teabing, may I present Miss Sophie Neveu.
The agent who picked you up slipped it into your jacket...
- What? - I'll bet he was right at the top.
The lie has been told.
Mary Magdalene, not Peter.
- Why don't you and l... - No.
What, you admire him now?
You used me.
Symbols are a language that can help us understand our past.
...so I could see my parents again...
You self-righteous bastard!
Leigh.
...but no further.
How could you?
...can't we all be friends again?
- Real enough to kill for. - Who?
Petty theft.
No, that's a common misunderstanding.
- Let her go! - Don't hurt her.
So late, mademoiselle, it's almost early.
Professor, hurry. Hurry!
And if you choose to believe...
Captain, look at this.
Fache says to wait, so I wait.
The Witches Hammer
Yes. Isaac Newton's tomb.
Was there ever any talk of something called the Priory of Sion?
I remember finding it once when I was a girl.
Like turning water into wine?
My part of our bargain is nearly fulfilled.
Lieutenant!
- Better? - Always, if I got too nervous...
You mind? I'm on a schedule here.
...crushed passion and idea alike, all in the name of their walking God.
We've been dragged into a world of people who think this stuff is real.
You are telling me that Sauniere's last act on earth...
Moon. Sermon. Charms.
Capitaine Fache is waiting for you.
Silas has succeeded. The legend is true.
Come on.
I said, no!
...she fled the Holy Land and came to France.
You know the answer to this riddle.
...but which words?
Put the keystone on the table.
- Thank you. - No, I can't.
Right?
Where is the Keystone?
Evil.
No single cup.
Get me Fache.
My parents died in a car crash with my brother.
Never look for them, Sophie.
And the star on his skin?
Precisely.
I could run them over.
Yes, and...
This is Jacques Sauniere.
- I take it the news is good, then. - I fly to London.
- What is it? - A conservative Catholic sect.
The Grand Gallery. This is where you found the body.
Your grandfather, the other three, maybe more.
"O, Draconian devil. Oh, lame saint" becomes:
Poor, poor Poseidon.
So, too, may be the fate of his seed.
Sophie.
It's a phrase. Doesrt mean anything, not to me.
The Pope sent troops to claim the Priory's treasure...
Vernet, Andre.
With modern DNA testing, those bones...
I don't think he's following.
This one has his arms at his sides.
All this confusion, violence, vanishing property...
The knight we're looking for is Sir Isaac Newton.
You are requested to make yourself at home.
A pity you couldn't wait for morning.
You believe in God?
He must be in a car.
She said when Sauniere died...
The Holy Grail 'neath ancient Roslin waits
I'm Captain Bezu Fache.
Cripple.
God uses us all.
...he found neither of us in time.
And its meaning?