The Da Vinci Code: The Da Vinci Sets Page #2

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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 Saunire contact you?

- Today?

- Yes, yes.

What time? What time?

At 3. Around 3. 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 Saunire

wanted you to tell me will be useless.

Stop it! Just stop!

Who are you?

Look at the letters.

"P.S."

P.S., postscript.

"Princesse Sophie." Silly, I know.

But I was only a girl

when I lived with him.

Jacques Saunire

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?

Saunire 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!

Sh*t.

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 Saunire'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,

...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 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

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