Inferno Page #4
It's possible.
How far did he get that night,
before he disappeared?
To the Hall of Five Hundred.
So let's stop chasing him.
Anticipate him instead.
Oh... Not so fast. Please.
I'm about to burst.
It's such a romantic date
he takes you on, to see a death mask.
They were common practice
in the 1500s.
It's essentially just a plaster cast
of someone's face...
...made a few moments
after that person dies.
"Through the eyes of death."
Whose face was used for this mask?
The poet, Dante.
It is a romantic story, I suppose.
Dante loved Florence.
He was prominent and powerful...
...but the political winds changed
and he was exiled.
They threatened to burn him
at the stake if he ever returned.
Actually, some people say
Dante's exile...
...is the reason
his death mask looks so sad.
No. No, it was because of Beatrice.
Dante only knew her from afar, but
he was obsessed with her his entire life.
Oh.
Your niece is a romantic, professor.
They say Dante wrote Inferno
about his journey out of hell to reach her.
But he never made it.
She married someone else.
That happens.
Does it?
Who left who?
Things fall apart
if you don't look after them.
Oh, we ask that you stay
behind the stanchions, please.
Thank you.
Good timing, professor.
We've only just opened.
- Marta.
- Si?
- There. That's us.
- Let it play from here.
That's Ignazio Busoni.
I've known him for years.
He's the Dante scholar.
The mask's owner insists
on the stanchions to keep people back.
He doesn't even permit staff
to open the case without him present.
So the mask is not owned
by the museum?
No. A private collector bought it from us
and allows us to display it in perpetuity.
It's common practice to raise funds.
Who is the collector?
Bertrand Zobrist. The billionaire.
His ideas were quite eccentric, but still,
it's such a shame what happened.
That's where I got the call.
Hmm.
Oh.
Professor, I don't know what to say.
I'm appalled.
Professor Langdon.
Look, there's an explanation
for all of this.
It's the carabinieri.
They're setting off the metal detectors.
Who are the others?
Government agents.
We have an intrusion.
I'll be right back.
Marta, stay in this room.
We'll be right outside.
They can't bring
loaded weapons in here.
Professor, I very much respect you...
- Marta. Please.
- ...but I do not understand...
...why you have done this.
- Please sit down.
- I'm going to explain this to you.
- This is not okay.
I do not know where that mask is.
But I will do everything I can
to find it and return it to you.
What are you doing?!
Professor, please!
Professor, come back here!
You can't do that!
Professor, please don't.
- Professor!
- Just don't follow us.
Please! Don't do this.
Professor!
Parker.
Let's just calmly find a way out of here.
Why didn't you tell me about Ignazio?
Would you have helped me
if you knew I was a thief?
- You lied to me when you asked my help.
- Well, technically, I withheld.
- If I really took that mask...
- You did take the mask. I just saw you.
This is not your problem.
You don't have to stay.
Of course I do.
Human lives are at stake. I just want
to know that I'm on the right side.
You are.
I swear.
Good. Then let's find
what we're looking for.
Call this Ignazio and ask him
where he hid the mask.
Ignazio's disappeared. Gone into hiding.
He said they were chasing him too,
but he left a clue.
An e-mail. "Paradise Twenty-five."
That's a reference to Dante's
Divine Comedy, Canto XXV.
But I need a copy of the book.
Copy of the book? That's quaint.
I use Google.
They're closing down the museum.
Only the main exit's gonna be open.
Well, then we will go through Armenia.
Please move in
an orderly fashion through the main gate.
All exit doors are now sealed.
This is the only way in or out.
What about hidden exits? Tunnels?
Concealed doorways?
It's a 700-year-old palazzo, signore.
There are a number of them.
Show me.
Armenia.
Professor. How worldly.
"Secrets of the Palazzo invisible."
It's a great tour,
you should take it some time.
We should be safe here for a minute.
Go.
"By then with other voice,
with other fleece...
...I shall return as poet and put on at
my baptismal font, the laurel crown."
Baptismal font.
Il Duomo. The cathedral
where Dante was baptized.
That's where Ignazio works.
It's where he hid the mask.
This area's clear!
They're gonna think
we're headed down to the exit.
Then we go up.
All right.
We're right above
the Hall of Five Hundred.
There's a stairway leading
down to the street on the other side.
So one step at a time, huh?
Okay.
You afraid of heights?
A little.
I'm uncomfortable in tight spaces.
So don't look down.
Or do.
I can never remember which.
Yeah, yeah.
It's not that hard.
Come on. Good.
- Aah!
- Sienna!
- Are you all right?
- Yeah.
You okay?
All right, just crawl
along that beam there...
...and I'll meet you on the far side,
by the ladder.
Sir.
Give me six men
stationed here. Safeties off.
You're being stupid now,
Professor Langdon.
Go, go. Get out of here. Go!
They needed you,
but now they've changed their minds.
Get these people out!
Everyone out! Clear the room!
Give me that.
These doors. Here.
Eastern side.
That's where they're headed.
Go, move! Quick!
Bouchard? Agent Bouchard, come in.
What is your location?
Agent Bouchard, come in.
That word is on
the envelope the video arrived in.
Along with the date.
That date is tomorrow.
Well, thank you.
That was not lost on me.
The darkest places in hell...
...are reserved for those who refuse
to act in time of crisis.
Dante's hell isn't fiction anymore.
It's prophecy.
We have created our own hell on Earth.
Oh, my.
The warnings have been obvious,
the solutions ignored.
So I took action.
If you're watching this...
...it means the inferno virus
was released last night at midnight...
...and is now being carried
to every comer of the Earth.
Oh, my.
Within six days of its release...
...the virus will replicate itself in
every man, woman and child on Earth.
Expect the current...
The current population
to be culled by half.
The survivors will witness...
...horrors...
...unknown to this planet.
But I want them to know why.
That this was our doing.
And this is our salvation.
Now is the time.
Today is...
There's more.
I believe I've got the gist.
It appears our organization
has spent the last several years...
...in the employ of a madman...
...who now intends
to commit a mass murder...
...using a deadly plague
of his own creation...
...at some point in the next 24...
Sorry.
Less than 12 hours.
So let's do our level best
not to f*** things up any worse...
...than we already have, shall we?
Without the Faraday pointer,
no one can find the virus.
Where's Professor Langdon now?
He was with Dr. Brooks in the Boboli
Gardens, but we seem to have lost visual.
And I'm afraid we've had
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