Angels and Demons Page #6

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Your father died?

Fourteen days ago.

Command, do you read me?

Power is off. Oxygen is very low.

Come in. Can you read me?

- Hello...

- Can you get anything?

No. The walls are lead-lined.

There's no signal.

This way.

f the Holy Father was murdered,

the implications are profound.

Vatican security is impenetrable.

No one from the outside

could have got anywhere near him.

t was someone on the inside.

And we can trust no one.

No light reaction on zone 97.

Based on the rate the battery is using power,

the device will detonate just before midnight.

Holy Father,

when I was young, you told me

the voice in my heart was God's voice.

You said I should follow it,

no matter how painful.

Forgive me.

Please. Give me strength.

What I do,

I do in the name of everything you believe.

God help us.

Santa Maria della Vittoria. Do you know it?

- Yes, I do.

- It's the next church-.

I think someone just tried to kill me-.

- Professor, I promise you we had no idea...

- He knows I'm here.

- Yes.

- You heard me ask permission.

- You gave me an escort.

- Yes, but we had no idea

that portions of our white zones

were cross-wired with that building.

Commander Richter

was extending the search.

If he had known

the archives were on that grid,

he never would have killed the power.

Or there is the other possibility.

Is it conceivable the Illuminati

have infiltrated the Swiss Guard?

Perhaps.

The journals. Where are they?

Who took the journals from this desk?

Someone is here? What is this?

Signore, this is unacceptable.

For a camerlengo to enter the chapel

once conclave has begun...

Forgive me. There's been a development.

His Holiness Celestine V was murdered.

Is it so hard to believe

it could happen again?

Signori, please, a moment.

Please, signori.

Our Church is at war.

We are under attack from an old enemy.

The Illuminati.

They have struck us from within.

Murdering our Holy Father.

And threatening us all with destruction

at the hands of their new god, science.

They call it retribution. They think it justified.

Because of the Church's attacks

on men of science in the distant past.

And it's true.

Since the days of Galileo,

this Church has tried to slow

the relentless march of progress,

sometimes with misguided means.

But science and religion are not enemies.

There are simply some things

that science is just too young to understand.

So the Church pleads,

"Stop. Slow down. Think. Wait."

And for this they call us backward.

But who is more ignorant,

the man who cannot define lightning,

or the man who does not respect

its natural awesome power?

The battle is well underway, signori.

We must defend ourselves.

But what if this time we fight

their stealth with openness?

Combat their wicked scheme

with simple truth

and end this brutish battle once and for all.

f the outside world could see

this Church as I do,

looking beyond the ritual of these walls,

they would see a modern miracle.

A brotherhood of imperfect, simple souls

who want nothing more

than to be voices of compassion

in a world spinning out of control.

Signori, I ask...

And I pray

that you break this conclave.

Open the doors,

evacuate St. Peter's Square

and tell the world the truth.

Oh, my God.

Get him down!

No!

There, there, that chain. On that pulley.

This bench. Get this pew up here.

Make a ladder.

Gendarmeria Vaticana.

My son...

God answers all prayers,

but sometimes his answer is no.

The College will not break conclave.

May I Suggest

you direct your energies

to helping the Swiss Guard find

this explosive device

if it exists.

And leave Church leadership

to its leaders.

Eminence.

There is a growing fear

that without the four preferiti,

a two-thirds majority

for any candidate will not be possible.

- Unless...

- Speak plainly.

It is the recommendation of many

that you ask to be removed

from your post as Great Elector,

thereby making yourself eligible

to wear the Ring of the Fisherman.

Well...

if it is God's will...

May his will be done.

Signore, are you okay?

Those journals are private property.

I demand that you return them to me.

They're material evidence

in a Vatican investigation.

I am an Italian citizen. My rights do not end

- ...just because I crossed to the other...

- This is not Italy.

It's not even Rome, it's the Vatican.

A country of its own with its own laws.

And when those journals passed the border,

they became my property.

I will give them back to you

when I've decided they contain

nothing of value to the investigation.

Do you have something to hide,

Comandante Richter?

Oh...

Do you, Dr. Vetra?

Were it up to me, it would not be this way.

It's a sin to kill with pain.

It's a sin to kill without reason.

Father,

they make me a sinner.

Saint Teresa on fire.

Professor Langdon?

- What direction is that?

- West, I think.

"'Cross Rome the mystic elements unfold."

Piazza Barberini is here.

Saint Teresa is here.

Where is the Santa Maria del Popolo,

the first altar of science?

- Santa Maria del Popolo?

- Yes.

Thank you.

St. Peter's is here.

We are here.

A church with water...

Wait, wait, wait.

"'Cross Rome."

The poem must mean it literally, cross Rome.

Professor, Commander Richter

has ordered me

to escort you to the Vatican immediately.

Piazza Navona.

Earth. Air. Fire. Water.

Cross Rome.

Bernini's Four Rivers.

Professor Langdon,

the Vatican insists that I have to

take you back immediately.

The Vatican is about to see

its fourth cardinal murdered tonight.

Now, look. You can do as they say

and force me back to the Vatican,

where we can all mourn his death together.

Or you can show how real cops act,

and take me to the Piazza Navona,

where we still might be able to stop it.

Oh, by all means, let's talk it over.

In 14 minutes, he's gonna be dead.

This way, professor.

Yes, Padre?

At 11:
15, if the Church is still in peril,

give the order to evacuate the cardinals.

But with dignity.

Let them walk out into St. Peter's Square

with their heads held high.

I don't want the last image of this Church

to be of frightened old men

sneaking out the back door.

"Let angels guide thee."

There it is.

- There it is.

- Professor, I know this fountain.

- There is no angel on it.

- The dove. The Angel of Peace.

And it's looking in what direction?

East, I think.

Professor, just wait here.

Stay put.

No, no, no...

Good evening. Can you help me?

I'm waiting for a doctor.

Come here.

Stay calm. Don't shoot.

Hey!

Help!

Somebody help!

Help, somebody!

Cardinal Baggia?

Cardinal Baggia.

Where was he hiding you?

The Church of Illumination, where is it?

Castel Sant'Angelo.

Castle of the Angel.

Sir,

there's news about Cardinal Baggia.

The cardinal told Langdon he was

being held in Castel Sant'Angelo.

f Langdon's right, that's where the bomb is.

Send everyone we can spare.

- And you?

- I'm staying here.

Vittoria.

- You're all right.

- I'm all right, yes.

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