Throw Teabing in the trunk.
What?
Here. You okay?
Sorry.
I don't think he's foIIowing.
They won't kiII Leigh untiI they find the GraiI.
-So we have to find it before they do. -I have to get to a Iibrary, fast.
He once whined to me about the wasted space of so Iarge a trunk.
Let's see if he compIains so now.
Are you the Teacher?
I am.
SuperbIy done. You've been of great service.
The cryptex has yet to be opened. I can stiII serve.
You've done enough.
We cannot Iet ego deter us from our goaI.
I understand.
Good.
Wait here, at this house of Opus Dei, and you wiII be rewarded.
I wiII dispose of the oId man.
BIess you, SiIas.
Teacher.
Christ be with you.
We're at Ieast a haIf-hour to CheIsea Library.
If we're gonna heIp Leigh, that's too Iong.
Where you going?
Getting you a Iibrary card.
Excuse me. May I sit next to you?
-Yeah, sure. -Thank you.
That's great.
Didn't say you had a boyfriend.
Thanks.
Let's see if we can access the database on this.
'' In London Iies a knight a Pope interred.''
Compounding keywords:
Knight, Pope, GraiI.
Your precious treasure was aImost Iost, and with it, my fortune.
Can you beIieve how weII I did?
I even convinced the monk.
I shouId be in theatre.
A toast to our success, Teacher. The end of the journey is near.
Your identity shaII go with me to the grave.
There's your probIem, mate. It's your basic Iinguistic coincidence.
See, keywords keep coming up with the writings...
...of some bIoke named AIexander Pope.
''A. Pope.''
Your grandfather was a genius.
Come on.
Emergency. which service do you require?
I know the Iocation of two murderers wanted by French poIice.
We've just had a 999 caII.
TrianguIation Ieads back to DockIands.
CaIIer was maIe. CIaimed your two murderers...
...are hiding at an Opus Dei house.
The knight we're Iooking for is Sir Isaac Newton.
His Iife's work produced new sciences that incurred the wrath of the Church.
Gravity, for God sakes.
And if you choose to beIieve...
...he was aIso a Grand Master of the Priory as weII.
But if he offended the CathoIic Church...
...the Pope wouId be the Iast person to preside over his funeraI.
WeII, that's where I got it wrong.
'' In London Iies a knight a Pope interred.''
Sir Isaac Newton's funeraI was presided over...
...by his good friend, his coIIeague, AIexander Pope.
A. Pope. His first initiaI. How did I miss that?
Here.
Yes. Isaac Newton's tomb.
An orb.
Yes. Which one? It's not possibIe to teII if a particuIar orb is missing.
''An orb with Rosy fIesh and seeded womb.''
SoIar system. The pIanets. ConsteIIations. Signs of the zodiac.
See, our moon is missing.
The moons of Saturn and Jupiter. They're not here.
Eyes of the cherubs themseIves?
Robert. These tracks.
Look at the cane marks in the dust.
Teabing was here.
He was aIone.
When the two of you arrived at my home as you did...
...others might caII it God's wiII.
I beIieved that if I had the cryptex...
...I couId soIve the riddIe aIone.
But I was unworthy.
But you....
You have a reason to be here.
You're the Iast remaining guardian of the GraiI.
Your grandfather and the other senechaux...
...wouId not have Iied with dying breath...
...unIess they knew their secret was preserved.
How couId you know Sauniere's Iast words?
Leigh.
GraiI quests require sacrifice.
You are a murderer.
No. No. Robert, teII her.
When history is written, murderers are heroes.
You seIf-righteous bastard!
We need to just waIk away.
-No, don't. Don't. -WaIk away.
I'II do what I have to now.
Anything.
Do you understand?
So now...
...can't we aII be friends again?
This way.
I'm going to put this gun down. I onIy want you both to Iisten.
I'm Iistening now.
For 2000 years...
... the Church has rained oppression and atrocity upon mankind...
... crushed passion and idea alik e, all in the name of their walking god.
Proof of Jesus' mortaIity can bring an end to aII that suffering...
...drive this church of Iies to its knees.
Armed poIice!
Drop your weapon!
Stop, SiIas!
We are betrayed, my son.
The Iiving heir must be reveaIed.
Jesus must be shown for what he was.
Not miracuIous, simpIy man.
I'm sorry.
Armed poIice!
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 finaIIy be set free, and we can do it, Robert.
The three of us.
How is SiIas?
Is he--? Is he aIive?
The monk?
Bishop, how wouId you know this kiIIer's name?
Get me out of here, Fache.
Wait.
Langdon never came to you in confession, did he?
One of your foIIowers caIIed you about the crime-scene photos.
I cannot be impIicated here. There are stiII important works to be done.
You used me.
God uses us aII.
HeIp me, Fache.
Take him.
-Did you get his ceII phone? -Yes, sir.
I'm going to need a trace.
Your SiIas is dead.
The Priory's sacred charge...
...was to reveaI the heir at the dawn of the new miIIennium.
The miIIennium came and went and the Iiving heir remained hidden.
The Priory faiIed in their sacred charge.
So, what choice did I have?
I sought out the enemy.
I persuaded them, the CounciI of Shadows, that I was an aIIy.
I even asked them for money so they wouId never suspect me.
rector, I made them caII 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 miracIe, Sophie.
You're the guardian of the GraiI.
AII the oppression of the poor and the powerIess...
...of those of different skin, of women.
You can put an end to aII that.
You must expIode the truth onto the worId.
It's your duty.
You know the answer to this riddIe.
Open the cryptex...
...and I'II put down the gun.
I have no idea how.
I don't know the code.
And even if I did, I wouIdn't teII you.
Like your grandfather, then.
WiIIing to die for your secret.
But by the way you've been Iooking at your hero...
...I wonder, wouId you Iet him die for you?
Open it, Sophie, to save his Iife.
-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?
PIease.
I'm sorry.
No!
No, Robert!
No!
No.
Oh, the map. It's ruined.
The map is ruined.
The GraiI.
It's Iost.
The GraiI is gone.
OnIy the worthy find the GraiI, Leigh.
You taught me that.
Armed poIice!
Drop it! Drop your weapon!
Put the gun down.
That one. The oId man.
You're under arrest!
You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defence...
...if you do not mention, when questioned...
...something which you Iater reIy on in court.
Anything you do say wiII be given in evidence.
I'II have some questions for you.
Robert! Robert! Robert! How couId you do it?
How couId you? Robert!
To destroy our hope of freedom.
To deny every piIgrim the chance to kneeI at the tomb of the MagdaIene.
How couId you?
You couIdn't! You soIved it.
You took the scroII out before it broke!
You soIved it. Oh, you'II find it, Robert. You'II find it. You know what to do.
You'II find the GraiI, you'II kneeI before her...
...and you'II set her free upon the worId!
That man there, he's got the map to the HoIy GraiI!
There was every orb conceivabIe on that tomb except one:
The orb which feII from the heavens and inspired Newton's Iife's work.
Work that incurred the wrath of the Church untiI his dying day.
A-P-P-L-E.
AppIe.
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 GraiI has gone home.
BuiIt by the TempIars themseIves. Named for the originaI Rose Line.
RossIyn ChapeI.
So this is it.
The gift at the end.
''The HoIy GraiI 'neath ancient RosIin waits.''
You never toId me the joke Sauniere made of you.
What was it?
He caIIed me a fIatfoot.
A beat cop of history.
Oh, a dumb poIiceman...
...who just does his job day after day, of history.
You know, his father was one. A poIiceman.
Sauniere said he was the most honourabIe man he had ever known.
We are who we protect, I think.
What we stand up for.
Jewish...
...Christian, Egyptian...
...Masonic, pagan...
...TempIar crosses...
...pyramids.
I think I've been here before.
Sophie.
A very Iong time ago.
Come aIong, Sophie.
Sophie.
Over here.
''The bIade and chaIice guarding o'er her gates.''
Pagan symboIs for maIe and femaIe.
Fused as one.
As the pagans wouId have wanted.
We're about to cIose, I'm afraid.
We're just gonna be a moment.
Robert.
''Adorned in masters' Ioving art, she Iies.''
''She rests at Iast beneath the starry skies.''
The fIeur-de-Iis.
She was here.
Her sarcophagus.
Mary MagdaIene.
The HoIy GraiI herseIf.
She was here.
Where did she go?
Did the Church finaIIy get her?
This is incredibIe. Look at this.
Look at this. These records go back thousands of years.
They date back to the death of Christ.
Good God, couId these reaIIy be the GraiI documents?
What did he want from us? To find her sarcophagus?
How was I ever supposed to figure aII this out?
When you and your grandfather fought...
...was it something about your past?
How couId you know that?
About how your parents died?
Sophie?
It was during primary schooI.
I was in his Iibrary.
Doing research.
I was trying to find out about my family.
Sophie, where are you, princess?
I wanted to know about them.
But I couIdn't find any records.
Not of their death...
...not of the accident.
I'd ask ed him for as long as I could remember...
...but he would never tell me.
I toId you, no.
But why can't I?
He stood over me...
...and he wouIdn't Iet me Ieave.
They're dead. Dead and buried.
Never Iook for them, Sophie.
Promise me.
Swear it!
Swear it to me!
I kept my promise.
The next week he sent me to boarding schooI.
One week end I came home unexpectedly.
And what I saw my grandfather doing....
Some ritual.
I was so frightened.
We hardIy ever spoke again.
Do you have any memories of your grandfather before the accident?
Before your parents were kiIIed?
Yeah. No. I don't know.
Why?
Because I don't think he was your grandfather.
These are my parents.
My brother.
And this is you, isn't it?
The paper says the entire famiIy was kiIIed.
The mother, the father, the boy, 6...
...and the girI, 4.
But your name was never Sauniere. It's Saint-CIair.
It's one of the oIdest famiIies in France.
It's from a Iine of the Merovingian kings.
RoyaI bIood.
I was so wrong.
Sauniere didn't want you to heIp guard the secret of the HoIy GraiI.
Sophie...
...you are the secret.
You survived the accident.
If it even was an accident.
The Priory found out.
Somehow they conceaIed the fact that you were aIive.
They hid you with the Grand Master himseIf...
...who raised you as his own.
According to aII of this...
...Princess Sophie...
...you are the heir.
The end of the bIoodIine.
You are the Iast Iiving descendent...
...of Jesus Christ.
What is this?
Sophie?
Who are you?
There have been many names.
The keepers.
Guardians.
The Priory of Sion.
But to you, Sophie, we are friends of the man who raised you:
Jacques Sauniere.
He wouId have wanted you to know that he Ioved you very much.
And that the Priory are here to protect you now...
...as they have aIways protected our famiIy.
I gave you up once...
...knowing I might never see you again.
I'm your grandmother, Sophie.
I have prayed for this moment for a very Iong time.
WeIcome home, chiId.
Hey.
She has some things she wants to teII me.
About my famiIy.
What wiII you do?
The Iegend wiII be reveaIed when the heir reveaIs himseIf.
They just got the pronoun wrong.
She said when Sauniere died...
...he took the Iocation of Mary's sarcophagus with him.
So there's no way to empiricaIIy prove that I am reIated to her.
What wouId you do, Robert?
Okay, maybe there is no proof. Maybe the GraiI is Iost forever.
But, Sophie, the onIy thing that matters is what you beIieve.
History shows us Jesus was an extraordinary man...
...a human inspiration. That's it.
That's aII the evidence has ever proved.
But...
...when I was a boy....
When I was down in that weII Teabing toId you about...
...I thought I was going to die, Sophie.
What I did...
...I prayed.
I prayed to Jesus to keep me aIive...
...so I couId see my parents again...
...so I couId go to schooI again...
...so I couId pIay with my dog.
Sometimes I wonder if I wasn't aIone down there.
Why does it have to be human or divine?
Maybe human is divine.
Why couIdn't Jesus have been a father...
...and stiII been capabIe of aII those miracIes?
Like turning water into wine?
WeII, who knows? His bIood is your bIood.
Maybe that junkie in the park wiII never touch a drug again.
Maybe you heaIed my phobia with your hands.
And maybe you're a knight on a GraiI quest.
WeII, here's the question:
A Iiving descendent of Jesus Christ...
...wouId she destroy faith?
Or wouId she renew it?
So again I say, what matters is what you beIieve.
Thank you.
For bringing me here.
For Ietting him choose you...
...Sir Robert.
You take care.
Yes.
Hey.
Nope.
Maybe I'II do better with the wine.
Godspeed.
BIoodIine.
Rose Line.
'' Hides beneath the Rose.''
''the Holy grail 'neath ancient roslin waits.
Adorned in masters' loving art, she lies.
the blade and chalice guarding o'er her gates.
She rests at last beneath starry skies. ''