The Order Page #4

All right, I'm coming with you.

This way.

Rudy!

Dalia, stop! It's a trap.

Now be a good girl, Dalia,

and come down here.

Since when did you take your vows

with the Order, major?

The day Cyrus vowed there was

treasure under the Temple Mount.

That's the day I found religion. Ha, ha.

Hello, professor.

Dad, meet Dalia. She's a good cop.

Now let's ask the major

what the big bomb is for. Huh?

It's Ramadan.

Islamic leaders from around the world

will be on the Temple Mount at noon.

What are you saying?

This nut case is gonna blow it up?

That will start World War III.

Especially when they find the bodies

of an Israeli and an American.

No, no, you're crazy!

This is impossible.

You've completely misinterpreted

the words of the first disciple.

And you are a naive moron.

You have truly lost the way, Cyrus.

On the contrary, I've found it.

I want to thank you, young Cafmeyer,

for unwittingly providing

the final piece of the puzzle.

And thank you, Avram,

for your loyalty and devotion.

But, first disciple,

what they're saying here...

Avram, If you've read

the Book of Tribulations carefully,

you are aware that the holy war

is triggered by a singular event.

Behold the event.

And as my unwavering one, I shall

grant you the privilege of assisting us.

Bind him, and her too.

Now, where's my guide?

- Unh! Dad!

- No! Stop!

- There is no need for that!

- Then you will be assisting us too?

- What's he talking about?

- With the map,

your father can guide us

under the Temple Mount.

Cyrus, please. Millions will die.

It is written! I will raise Mount Moriah

and build a new temple.

That prophecy you are quoting

is a fabrication!

- Unh!

- Dad! Unh!

Don't do sh*t for him.

Apparently, stubbornness

is an ingrained family trait.

Beats a messiah complex any day.

- Aah! Unh.

- Stop! I will do it. I will guide you.

God help us all.

He helps those who

help themselves, professor.

We are near the Temple Mount.

That is where the traps begin.

Perhaps we should use someone

expendable to lead the way.

Young Mr. Cafmeyer,

we have a job for you.

Rudy!

- Rudy, be careful.

- Okay.

Go.

Avram.

Avram! Somebody help him!

No! Let me go, damn it!

Careful, Rudy.

Come on, Avram.

- You deceived me.

- This is the way according to the map.

- How do we proceed?

- What's the matter with you guys?

See these beams? We take them down

and we build a bridge.

Oh, my God.

- This is not the Well of Souls.

- Unh!

In the next chamber, I swear.

Show me.

Directly above us, the Dome of the Rock,

Islam's third holiest shrine.

And henceforth from this day forward,

the holiest shrine of the Order.

Cyrus, I beg you to reconsider.

Bring the bomb.

Hey, hey. Hold on, hold on.

We'll get to that.

First, we fill these bags.

There's no time.

Would you take a look around you, Cyrus?

There's a king's treasure here.

Enough to finance 10 of your holy wars.

We set the bomb now.

We can do this the easy way,

or the very easy way.

I have a prophecy to fulfill.

And I have a Swiss bank account to fill.

That's the only reason I joined

your crazy scheme in the first place.

- Idiots!

- Professor, here.

Stop them! Don't let them get away!

- Unh!

- Aah!

No!

Avram, no!

- Rudy, your dad!

- Dad, you're hit.

- Unh! Unh.

- Dalia, come on.

Let's go. Over here.

Dad, you stay here. We'll be back.

I'll be fine.

Let's go. Come on.

They couldn't have come this far.

We must've passed them.

Come on, let's double back.

Let's split. Go!

Get after him!

I'll take care of that b*tch!

- Ah. Help me with these.

- Assist him.

Sh*t!

Hey, Dad, meet Dalia.

She's the dead cop!

Wrong, major.

- Professor, are you okay?

- I'm fine.

- Take my father out of here.

- What about you?

- I've got to stop the bomb.

- Rudy, please be careful.

Come on, professor. Let's go.

- Are you ready for this?

- Thank you.

Psst.

The bomb is set. It's irreversible.

The prophecy will be fulfilled,

and I will vanquish my enemy.

You can't stop the prophecy.

You read the wrong book, pal.

Now it's time to say bon voyage.

Shalom!

Please, stay calm.

- Hey, Dad.

- Rudy!

My main man!

Hey, this is great.

A few more to sign,

then we can go to lunch.

Take your time.

- Don't touch that!

- Oh!

I'm sorry. What is this?

It is a map which purports

to show the location

of the fabled seven cities of Cibola

near Cancn on the Yucatn peninsula.

- Oh.

- These, ostensibly, hm,

are the legendary cities of gold

containing the Mayan treasure,

which the Spanish conquistadors

so desperately had sought.

And to answer your

inevitable next question:

Yes, it is quite valuable. Ha, ha.

Rudy? Rudy?

Rudy!

So where to, young Cafmeyer?

- Cancn, Mexico.

- Mm-hm.

- Will that be business or pleasure?

- Pleasure, always.

- Rudy!

- Oh.

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