My God, forgive me.
Teacher, all four are dead.
The Sénéchaux and the Grand Master himself.
Then I assume you have the location.
Confirmed by all.
Independently.
I had feared the Priory's penchant for secrecy might prevail.
The prospect of death is strong motivation.
It is here.
In Paris, Teacher.
It hides beneath the Rose in Saint-Sulpice.
You will go forth, Silas.
I chastise my body.
Silas has succeeded. The legend is true.
It hides beneath the Rose.
My part of our bargain is nearly fulfilled.
I meet the council in an hour.
I will have your money tonight, Teacher.
Precisely.
Officer Neveu.
This is not the time.
I received the crime-scene JPEGs at headquarters...
...and I've deciphered the code.
It's a Fibonacci sequence.
That's the code Saunière left on the floor.
Headquarters sent me to explain, captain.
The numbers are out of order.
Hello, you've reached the home of Sophie Neveu.
Church of Saint-Sulpice.
Good evening, Sister.
I need you to show someone our church tonight.
Of course, Father.
But so late?
Wouldn't tomorrow...?
This is a request from an important bishop of Opus Dei.
It would be my pleasure.
He's still in there? What's he doing?
Saunière was reading his book.
"Blood trail"
Excuse me, captain.
Crypto called. They identified the code.
Neveu told us already.
I should have fired her on the spot, barging in like that.
Yes.
Except they didn't send Neveu.
What?
Captain, look at this.
He jumped!
Shit.
He's moving again. And fast.
He must be in a car.
He's going south on Pont du CarrouSel.
Bastard.
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!
Stay where you are!
Let go of the painting...
...and put it on the ground.
No. You put your gun down.
Now!
Or else I will destroy the painting.
Hurry up!
Slide your gun to me.
Be careful.
I never really liked this painting.
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.
Gray Smart Car. Black roof.
Corner of Denain Boulevard at the train station.
How could you let them get away?
Why not just shoot the damn painting? Imbecile!
You should put his cigar out in your hand!
Get out of here!
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.
Police.
What do you want?
Fifty euros for all your stuff.
Go and get something to eat.
This is Jacques Saunière.
Please leave a message after the tone.
Please, Monsieur Saunière, pick up the phone.
This is Sandrine Bieil.
I have called the list.
I fear the other guardians are dead.
The lie has been told.
The floor panel has been broken.
Please, monsieur, pick up the phone. I beg you.
Come, you saints of God.
Hasten, angels of the Lord.
To receive her soul.
And bring her to the sight of the Almighty.
In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.
May Christ be with you.
And also with you.
Two prostitutes identified Langdon and Neveu...
...getting into a taxi in the Bois de Boulogne.
How may I help you?
The door to the right, please.
Good evening. I am André Vernet, the night manager.
I take it this is your first visit to our establishment?
Good evening, sir. Police.
I just drive from here to Zurich. Not French, English?
I firmly resolve, with the help of thy grace, to confess my sins...
...to do penance and to amend my life.
Amen.
I chastise my body.
Feeling better, Sophie?
It seems you're not a driver at all.
Apparently, you lost your tongue along with your truck.
Aiding and abetting two murder suspects.
That carries jail time.
Speak to my lawyer.
All this confusion, violence, vanishing property...
It might get around that your bank is less than ideal, don't you think?
You think you're in pain now, André Vernet?
My cause is worth your life. Understand?
What do you want?
Your truck carries a homing device. Activate it.
The truck's signal is coming online.
It's about time.
Locked on and tracking, sir.
Very good. Tell Collet not to move in until I get there.
Attention! All of Collet's units to Château Villette.
The suspects Neveu and Langdon are likely at that location.
It's an honor to welcome you...
...even though it's late.
Château Villette. Yes.
Fache says to wait, so I wait.
What's Fache thinking? The truck is here. They're inside.
Rip the gate down.
Shit.
What the hell do you mean, you lost them? Collet.
You're the one who lost them.
You control every step of this investigation.
You don't let anybody breathe.
You're acting like you lost your mind.
What is it with these two birds?
Interpol just registered a new flight plan from Le Bourget.
Stay out of my way on this, Collet.
I need the flight plan.
Ten minutes.
I asked you to get it for me.
I'm on break.
Come back in 10 minutes.
My nose! My nose!
The flight plan, please.
You asshole!
I suppose this is a new technique for investigations.
I've lost them. They flew to Switzerland.
No extradition.
The controller filed charges. Ari was on dispatch. He called me.
What's going on, Bezu?
You know that I am Opus Dei?
Yes.
A bishop of my order called me.
He said a killer came to him in confession.
His name was Robert Langdon.
He said I couldn't imagine the evil in this man's heart.
That he would keep killing.
He said I had to stop him.
The bishop broke his vows to tell me this.
He charged me to stop Robert Langdon.
Tell me, Collet, who have I failed?
The bishop?
God himself?
They've changed their flight plan to London.
Go on, Fache. I'll take care of the controller.
Maybe he needs a few extra euros.
Just tell me next time.
Do you have the bonds, bishop?
Yes, I do, Teacher.
I have chosen an Opus Dei residence for the exchange.
I am honored.
By the time you get to London, I will have the Grail.
Lieutenant!
One flag off the prints.
Remy Legaludec.
Petty theft.
Skipped out on a hospital bill for a tracheotomy.
Peanut allergy.
Like Marie.
This way. Marie?
My daughter.
Over here.
Where?
Up there.
What's all that?
Very advanced surveillance.
It's a listening post.
Get me Fache.
Four of these names are the men killed last night.
I understand.
I am a ghost.
Leave us, please.
Come along, Sophie.
Sophie, where are you, princess?
I told you, no.
But why can't I?
They're dead. Dead and buried.
Never look for them, Sophie.
Promise me.
Swear it!
Swear it to me!