The Da Vinci Code: The Da Vinci Sets Page #8

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murderers are heroes.

You self-righteous bastard!

We need to just walk away.

- No, don't. Don't.

- Walk away.

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 2000 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' mortality can bring

an end to all that suffering...

...drive this church of lies

to its knees.

Armed police!

Drop your weapon!

Stop, Silas!

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!

Put it down now! Put it down!

I am a ghost.

The dark con can be exposed.

Mankind can finally be set free,

and we can do it, Robert.

The three of us.

How is Silas?

Is he..? Is he alive?

The monk?

Bishop, how would you know

this killer's name?

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 cell phone?

- 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 and I...

- No.

Robert, no words. On your knees.

Do it.

No, I mean it. Down.

Not you. No, my dear, you...

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 have 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 just...

- 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.

What are you doing?

Please.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

No!

No, Robert!

No!

No.

Oh, the map. It's ruined.

The map is ruined.

The Grail.

It's lost.

The Grail is 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!

You do not have to say anything,

but it may harm your defense...

...if you do not mention,

when questioned...

...something which you

later rely on in court.

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.

How could you?

You couldn't! You solved it.

You took the scroll out

before it broke!

You solved it. Oh, you'll find it, Robert.

You'll find it. You know what to do.

You'll find the Grail,

you'll kneel before her...

...and you'll set her free

upon the world!

That man there,

he's got the map to the Holy Grail!

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

Saunire 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.

Saunire said he was the most

honorable 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.

Come along, Sophie.

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 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?

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.

Sophie, where are you, princess?

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.

I told you, no.

But why can't I?

He stood over me...

...and he wouldn't let me leave.

They're dead. Dead and buried.

Never look for them, Sophie.

Promise me.

Swear it!

Swear it to me!

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 memories of your

grandfather before the accident?

Before your parents were killed?

Yeah. No. I don't know.

Why?

Because I don't think

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