The Malleus Maleficarum.
The Witches' Hammer.
It instructed the clergy on how to locate, torture and kill...
...all freethinking women.
In three centuries of witch hunts...
...50,000 women are captured, burned alive at the stake.
Oh, at least that. Some say millions.
Imagine, then, Robert...
...that Christ's throne might live on in a female child.
You asked what would be worth killing for.
Witness the greatest cover-up in human history.
This is the secret that the Priory of Sion...
...has defended for over 20 centuries.
They are the guardians of the royal bloodline.
The keepers of the proof of our true past.
They are the protectors of the living descendants of Jesus Christ...
...and Mary Magdalene.
Sir Leigh?
Sometimes I wonder who is serving whom.
His sauces are not that fantastic.
Yes, can I help you?
Yes. They're on the news now.
Living descendants? Is it possible?
It's not impossible.
You have not been honest with me. Your pictures are on the television.
You are wanted for four murders!
That's why Vernet said "killing spree."
You come into my home, playing on my passions for the Grail.
- That's why he needed you. - You will leave my house!
- Leigh, listen! - No, I'm calling the police.
Jacques Saunière was her grandfather.
You're the obsessive Priory scholar.
You still keep lists of who might be in the Priory?
I'll bet Jacques Saunière was on one of those lists.
He was on your list of who could be Grand Master, wasn't he?
- What? - I'll bet he was right at the top.
Consider: Four men murdered? The same number as the guardians.
What if the Priory was compromised, the other sénéchaux dead?
What if you yourself were dying, a Grand Master?
You'd have to pass the secret on to someone you could trust.
Someone outside the society.
Maybe someone whose training you had begun but never finished.
Robert, your ruse is pathetic.
Not really.
No, that's impossible.
Can that really...?
Is it the keystone?
I'll even show it to you, Leigh.
Will you just tell us what the hell it's for?
Fache says to wait, so I wait.
What's Fache thinking? The truck is here. They're inside.
Yes.
As the legend foretold:
"It hides beneath the Rose."
Oh, my.
Leigh.
Leigh?
Please.
I'm sorry. Yes, of course.
Inside the keystone...
...there'll be a map.
A map that will lead us to the Holy Grail.
To be trained by the Grand Master himself.
Did he pass down the fleur-de-lis? Is that how you found this?
And he must have sung you the riddle songs.
I know some of them.
Can you keep secrets?
Can you know a thing and never say it again?
And codes?
I imagine they lie down for you like lovers.
A sénéchal. A guardian of the Grail right here in my own home.
Tell him, please. I don't know any of this.
Leigh, it's not that simple. She doesn't rem...
Robert!
Do not move, woman.
Cripple.
Put the box on the table.
What, this trifle?
Well, perhaps we can make a financial arrangement.
Put the keystone on the table.
You will not succeed.
Only the worthy can unlock the stone.
Rip the gate down.
Well, well, my dear.
Sit down.
- Are you okay? - Yeah, yeah.
- Are you? - Yeah.
Yes, well, make yourself useful, you French fool.
Get something to restrain this monster.
Above the joint.
Fortunately, a dragon most easy to slay.
He's wearing a cilice.
- A what? - Well, look.
Inflicts pain so he can suffer as Christ suffered.
Not so common these days.
Opus Dei.
Remy, take care of this.
Fache is Opus Dei.
The policeman who's chasing us. He wears the cross in the world.
Robert.
Well, I must say, you two are anything but dull.
Leigh?
You want what's in this box?
We need a way out of here.
Well, actually...
...I do have a plane.
- Robert! Where do we go? - Come along.
- In here. Come in. - Over here.
Get the door. Hurry.
Over here. Over here. Sophie.
Watch out!
Be careful.
Come, Rem...
Shit.
Easy.
Jesus!
Apropos.
I can't imagine what your complaint is.
I'd be within my rights to shoot you and let you rot in my woods!
Put that away. We might need him.
Better.
Opus Dei.
- What is it? - A conservative Catholic sect.
Opus Dei is a prelature to the Vatican.
You're saying the Vatican is killing people for this box?
No, no, no. Not the Vatican...
...and not Opus Dei, but we are in the middle of a war.
And one that has been going on forever.
On the one side stands the Priory...
...and on the other an ancient group of despots...
...with members hidden in high-ranking positions...
...throughout the Church.
And this Council of Shadows tries to destroy proof of the bloodline.
And that throughout history, they seek out and kill...
...the living descendants of Jesus Christ.
- That's insane. - Is it?
How many atrocities and scandals has the Catholic Church...
...rationalized in its time? And what happens...
...if some persuasive scientific evidence emerges that shows...
...that the Church's version of Christ is inaccurate?
What if the world discovers...
...that the greatest story ever told is actually a lie?
The Vatican faces a crisis of faith unprecedented.
I've got a signal now, sir. It's ringing.
Roger, look, I'm so sorry. I've got tired of the weather here in France...
...and could you make the plane ready for...
...Zurich.
Yes. No, we love Zurich.
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.
Did you kill Jacques Saunière?
I am the messenger of God.
Did you kill my grandfather?
I am the messenger...
Each breath you take is a sin.
No shadow will be safe again.
For you will be hunted by angels.
You believe in God?
Your God doesn't forgive murderers.
He burns them.
Sophie.
The Teacher will be pleased.
What will you do once you have the Grail?
Destroy it.
The documents and the sarcophagus, of course.
And the heir?
Will you exercise the final edict? Spill his blood?
There will be no need.
Once the sarcophagus is destroyed, DNA testing will be impossible.
There is no way to prove a living bloodline.
But if you had to...
...would you do as councils have done before us?
Christ...
Christ sacrificed his life for the betterment of humanity.
So, too, may be the fate of his seed.
Robert.
When we land, you must go straight to your embassy.
Is that so?
Don't you see it?
They never wanted you.
Maybe even Fache didn't.
It's all about this...
...idiotic little box.
That's not too flattering.
Crazy old man.
Why leave me with this?
I should just throw it away.
He trusted you, Sophie.
A guardian of the Holy Grail.
It sounds so stupid.
It's quite an honor, if you think about it...
...and take it seriously.
He took it seriously enough to get himself killed.
Not him. You.
He was the only family I knew.
And maybe I didn't know him at all.
I'm his marionette, Robert.
Like a girl again, just with no gift at the end.
But you've done enough.
I don't know why Saunière picked me to help you, Sophie.
But I won't leave you alone in all this.
Two marionettes, then.
Maybe this is why he chose you.
Because you will stay.
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!
It's not "cross."
"Spear"?
What happened to her?
No one knows.
Mary Magdalene lived out her days in hiding.
And the zealots pursued her still...
...even in death, trying to destroy proof of her existence.
But she always had her Knights.
Brave men sworn to defend her.
You see, to worship before her sarcophagus...
...to kneel before the bones of Mary Magdalene...
...was to remember all those who were robbed of their power...
...who were oppressed.
Ultimately, the Priory hid her remains and the proof of her bloodline...
...until most believed her sarcophagus...
...the Holy Grail...
...was finally lost in time.
What are you doing?
At the chateau, you said, "It hides beneath the Rose."
No, no, no. Do be careful.
In Latin, sub rosa. Literal translation...
"Beneath the rose."
We need a mirror.
Backwards. In the style of Leonardo himself.
Thank you.
In London lies a knight a Pope interred
His labor's fruit a Holy wrath incurred
You seek the orb that ought be on his tomb
It speaks of Rosy flesh and seeded womb
"In London lies a knight a Pope interred"?
A knight whose funeral was presided over by the Pope.
Of course, the Priory knights were not just any knights.
Templars.
And there's just one place to bury a Templar knight in London.
Temple Church.
If you'll excuse me, my dear...
...Roger and I must discuss a change in flight plan.
Leigh.
Harboring and transporting fugitives?
You are already implicated enough.
You and I, Robert, have observed history.
Time has been our glass.
We are in history now. Living it.
Making it.
"Implicated"?
I am on a Grail quest.
Forgive me, Robert...
...but you two may well have given this old man...
...the greatest night of his life.
Thank you.
He's going to want more money.
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.
I have them, tower. Relay Hawker to land and hold on tarmac.
- Secure the area! - Wider!
- Armed police! - You two, round the back!
Armed police! Put your hands in the air!
- Three men up! - Ready!
Put your hands in the air! Do it now!
I'm afraid that's easier said than done in my case.
Oh, good morning.
Did that old cannabis charge finally catch up with me?
Sir, the French police say you're transporting fugitives...
...and you may have a hostage onboard.
I'm to take you all into custody.
Sadly, I have an important medical appointment which I can't miss.
I'll fetch the car, sir.
This is serious, sir. The French police are on their way. Stop!
Inspector, I can't afford the time to indulge your games.
I'm late and I'm leaving.
If it's so important for you to stop us...
...then you're just going to have to shoot us.
You can start with him.
Search the plane.
All right.
I could run them over.
Bad tip.
Let him go.
The French cannot be trusted.
Everyone comfy?
Biscuits?
They didn't notice anything?
Well, people rarely notice things right in front of their eyes, don't you find?
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.
- I take it the news is good, then. - I fly to London.
The Teacher is waiting for me there.
He has chosen a house of Opus Dei to make the exchange.
Mere currency for the location of the Grail.
Imagine it.
Remember, if we are discovered by the Vatican, we are excommunicated.
- So should anything go wrong... - Yes, I know, I know.
This council does not exist.
As it never has.
Old friend. Heaven protect you.
Keep an eye out for the police.
I must say, Robert, I'm quite impressed...
...by the way you withstood my little aeroplane.
Did he never tell you?
When he was a boy, young Robert fell into a well.
How old were you?
Seven.
Treading water all night long, screaming his lungs out...
...to the echoes screaming back.
When they found him, he was nearly catatonic.
Help!
It was a long time ago.
Oh, now, now, Robert.
You above all people shouldn't be one to dismiss the influence of the past.
Temple Church. I always forget it's right here.
Built 1185 and modern London just sprang up right around it.
Tell me, why has the Priory kept the Grail location secret all these years?
I don't know.
Some say the Priory wait for the heir to reveal himself...
...which is especially odd...
...since legend suggests he may not know his own true identity.
Hello?
Why do they make them so scary?
Oh, it's cold.
"In London lies a knight a Pope interred."
So which tomb has an orb?
Those knights with their legs crossed...
...means they'd been to the Holy Land.
Two wear tunics over their armor...
...and two have full-length robes.
Two are grasping swords.
And one... Two are praying.
This one has his arms at his sides.
Oh, and this poor fellow has almost disappeared entirely.
I don't see any orb that ought be on a tomb.
"Ought be on his tomb." Are we looking for a missing orb?
Maybe.
These aren't tombs.
- What? Yes, of course they are. - No.
- They're effigies. - What?
Not tombs. There's no bodies here.
This place is wrong.
Can we go now? We should go.
Sophie! No!
Where is the keystone?
Do not test me!
- Let her go! - Don't hurt her.
Give me the keystone! Give it to me!
Here! Here! Here it is! Here it is.
Just let her go, and you and I can... We'll come to some agreement.
Remy.
Remy. No, no, no. No, put it away.
Put it away. They're too close together. You don't have a clear shot.
- Yes, I do. - What do you think you're doing?
Thank you, professor. For a moment, this was getting complicated.
Oh, this is absurd. Oh, for God's sake, man!
That was satisfying.
I'm glad this bullshit is over.
Throw Teabing in the trunk.
What?
Here. You okay?
Sorry.
I don't think he's following.
They won't kill Leigh until they find the Grail.
- So we have to find it before they do. - I have to get to a library, fast.
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.
He once whined to me about the wasted space of so large a trunk.
Let's see if he complains so now.
Are you the Teacher?
I am.
Superbly done. You've been of great service.
The cryptex has yet to be opened. I can still serve.
You've done enough.
We cannot let ego deter us from our goal.
I understand.
Good.
Wait here, at this house of Opus Dei, and you will be rewarded.
I will dispose of the old man.
Bless you, Silas.
Teacher.
Christ be with you.
We're at least a half-hour to Chelsea Library.
If we're gonna help Leigh, that's too long.
Where you going?
Getting you a library 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 lies a knight a Pope interred."
Compounding keywords:
Knight, Pope, Grail.
Your precious treasure was almost lost, and with it, my fortune.
Can you believe how well I did?
I even convinced the monk.
I should be in theater.
A toast to our success, Teacher. The end of the journey is near.
Your identity shall go with me to the grave.
There's your problem, mate. It's your basic linguistic coincidence.
See, keywords keep coming up with the writings...
...of some bloke named Alexander Pope.
"A. Pope."
Your grandfather was a genius.
Come on.
Emergency. Which service do you require?
I know the location of two murderers wanted by French police.
We've just had a 999 call.
Triangulation leads back to Docklands.
Caller was male. Claimed your two murderers...
...are hiding at an Opus Dei house.
The knight we're looking for is Sir Isaac Newton.
His life's work produced new sciences that incurred the wrath of the Church.
Gravity, for God sakes.
And if you choose to believe...
...he was also a Grand Master of the Priory as well.
But if he offended the Catholic Church...
...the Pope would be the last person to preside over his funeral.
Well, that's where I got it wrong.
"In London lies a knight a Pope interred."
Sir Isaac Newton's funeral was presided over...
...by his good friend, his colleague, Alexander Pope.
A. Pope. His first initial. How did I miss that?
Here.
Yes. Isaac Newton's tomb.
An orb.
Yes. Which one? It's not possible to tell if a particular orb is missing.
"An orb with Rosy flesh and seeded womb."
Solar system. The planets. Constellations. Signs of the zodiac.
See, our moon is missing.
The moons of Saturn and Jupiter. They're not here.
Eyes of the cherubs themselves?
Robert. These tracks.
Look at the cane marks in the dust.
Teabing was here.
He was alone.
When the two of you arrived at my home as you did...
...others might call it God's will.
I believed that if I had the cryptex...
...I could solve the riddle alone.
But I was unworthy.
But you...
You have a reason to be here.
You're the last remaining guardian of the Grail.
Your grandfather and the other sénéchaux...
...would not have lied with dying breath...
...unless they knew their secret was preserved.
How could you know Saunière's last words?
Leigh.
Grail quests require sacrifice.
You are a murderer.
No. No. Robert, tell her.
When history is written, 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.
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.
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.
Big crowd out there now.
Thank you for your statements. You are free to go, of course.
I'm sorry. You thought he was your friend, no?
It wasn't only us, was it?
He used you too.
Leave us, please.
I should have been smarter.
I acted on faith, I suppose.
I'm sorry.
How many?
Your grandfather, the other three, maybe more.
The monk was given to Teabing as a gift, it seems.
To do as he asked.
Teabing killed the servant himself, you know.
- Remy? - Yes.
By poison.
How much of it have you been able to figure out?
Some. Not enough for it to make sense.
It won't ever make sense.
I'm sorry.
He forgot everything we've learned.
Everything we teach.
It's why we study history.
So we'll stop killing each other.
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 Saunière 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.
Saunière 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.
I've never seen that before.
The style is...
It's unmistakable.
These could have been painted by Leonardo da Vinci.
"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.
With modern DNA testing, those bones...
...could have shown definitive proof of a bloodline.
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 he was your grandfather.
These are my parents.
My brother.
And this is you, isn't it?
The paper says the entire family was killed.
The mother, the father, the boy, 6...
...and the girl, 4.
But your name was never Saunière. It's Saint-Clair.
It's one of the oldest families in France.
It's from a line of the Merovingian kings.
Royal blood.
I was so wrong.
Saunière didn't want you to help guard the secret of the Holy Grail.
Sophie...
...you are the secret.
You survived the accident.
If it even was an accident.
The Priory found out.
Somehow they concealed the fact that you were alive.
They hid you with the Grand Master himself...
...who raised you as his own.
According to all of this...
...Princess Sophie...
...you are the heir.
The end of the bloodline.
You are the last living 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 Saunière.
He would have wanted you to know that he loved you very much.
And that the Priory are here to protect you now...
...as they have always protected our family.
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 long time.
Welcome home, child.
Hey.
No more strings.
His last breath to keep me safe.
She has some things she wants to tell me.
About my family.
What will you do?
The legend will be revealed when the heir reveals himself.
They just got the pronoun wrong.
She said when Saunière died...
...he took the location of Mary's sarcophagus with him.
So there's no way to empirically prove that I am related to her.
What would you do, Robert?
Okay, maybe there is no proof. Maybe the Grail is lost forever.
But, Sophie, the only thing that matters is what you believe.
History shows us Jesus was an extraordinary man...
...a human inspiration. That's it.
That's all the evidence has ever proved.
But...
...when I was a boy...
When I was down in that well Teabing told you about...
...I thought I was going to die, Sophie.
What I did...
...I prayed.
I prayed to Jesus to keep me alive...
...so I could see my parents again...
...so I could go to school again...
...so I could play with my dog.
Sometimes I wonder if I wasn't alone down there.
Why does it have to be human or divine?
Maybe human is divine.
Why couldn't Jesus have been a father...
...and still been capable of all those miracles?
Like turning water into wine?
Well, who knows? His blood is your blood.
Maybe that junkie in the park will never touch a drug again.
Maybe you healed my phobia with your hands.
And maybe you're a knight on a Grail quest.
Well, here's the question:
A living descendent of Jesus Christ...
...would she destroy faith?
Or would she renew it?
So again I say, what matters is what you believe.
Thank you.
For bringing me here.
For letting him choose you...
...Sir Robert.
You take care.
Yes.
Hey.
Nope.
Maybe I'll do better with the wine.
Godspeed.
Bloodline.
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. "
Rip by kakarotoz www.clan-sudamerica.com.ar