The Vatican expressed its sympathy with the families of the victim.
A tourist from Düsseldorf, whose death is confirmed.
Vatican police have arrested a suspect...
The investigation is completed.
Vatican will permit access to St. Peter's again, with strict security measures.
The Vatican did admit that, where there are crowds, so often follows crime.
We're trying now to get the name of the tourist who was...
But wait.
We're getting word now of smoke.
Smoke from the Sistine Chapel chimney. Apparently, there's been another vote.
The smoke is black.
Once again, the Cardinals have failed to reach consensus,
and the Catholic Church remains without a leader.
What are you looking for now?
- Church assets. - I beg your pardon?
Artwork. It's valuable.
Corporations tend to keep track of their holdings.
The Catholic church is not a corporation. It's a beacon.
A source of inspiration for one billion lost and frightened souls.
Sure, I get that. It's also a bank.
Commander Olivetti said that I was not to leave your side this time.
It wasn't me. It was her.
Power in zone 3 is disabled.
No response on the screen.
Power on zone 3 again and continue with zone 4.
What sort of signs?
I'm sorry?
If the Holy Father was given an overdose of Tinzaparin,
what signs would his body bear?
Bleeding of the oral mucosa.
His tongue.
Post-mortem, the blood congeals, then turns the inside of the mouth black.
Even after fourteen days?
It wouldn't show up until at least a week after his death.
He was very important to me.
Yeah, I understand.
Will you come with me, please?
Signore, would you organize a security team
to escort Ms. Vetra and myself down to the crypt?
Yes, sir. We'll leave immediately.
Do you smoke?
A little bit.
You better sit down before you keel over.
What does this say in Italian? Ecstasy of Saint Theresa. Right there.
Moved at suggestion of the artist.
Moved? To another church? At the suggestion of Bernini?
I don't know.
Here. Translate all of this for me, and I'll buy you a pack of smokes.
I'm looking for a reference of fire.
- Seraphim, meaning "the fiery one". - Right.
His great golden spear. A point of fire.
Then "woman left completely afire."
The ecstasy of Saint Theresa. Saint Theresa on fire.
So, this sculpture was moved to this church?
Why are they shuting down the system? They know we're down here.
If there's no power, there's no oxygen.
- Can we get out? - The door is electronic.
Well, that's disappointing.
- Where are we going? - To see my father.
I don't understand.
I was orphaned when I was nine years of age.
A bombing in Ulster, the UVF protesting the visit of a Catholic Archbishop.
The Archbishop felt responsible and he adopted me the following day.
I was raised by him and by the Church.
He was the wisest man I ever met.
Even when I was young and stubborn, I wanted to be ordained,
but I was brought up in Italy so I also wanted to do my military service.
I wanted to fight.
He told me, "Learn to fly."
So, I joined the Aeronautica Militari. Flew helicopters.
Bringing the wounded back to hospitals.
- He was a great man. - Your father died.
Fourteen days ago.
Headquarters, you hear me?
The flow is completed. Oxygen level is very low.
- Answer, please. Anybody hear me? - Did you get anything?
No. The walls are lead lined. There's no signal.
This way.
If the Holy Father was murdered, the implications are profound.
Vatican security is impenetrable.
No one from the outside could've got anywhere near him.
It was someone on the inside. We can trust no one.
On my screen, no response in zone 7.
We rechon that the battery will soon be empty
and the device will explode shortly before midnight.
Holy Father...
when I was young, you've told me the voice in my heart was God's voice.
You said I should follow it no matter how painful.
Forgive me.
Please, give me strength.
What I do, I do in the name of everything you believed.
God help us.
Santa Maria della Vittoria. Do you know it?
- Yes, I do. - It's the next church.
I think someone just tried to kill me.
Professor, I promise you, we had no idea.
- He knows I'm here? - Yes.
You heard me ask permission. You gave me an escort.
Yes, but we had no idea
that portions of our white zones were crosswired with that building.
Commander Richter was extending the search.
If he had known the archives were on that grid,
he never would have killed the power.
But there is the other possibility.
Is it conceivable the Illuminati...
have infiltrated the Swiss Guard?
Perhaps.
The journals. Where are they?
Who took the journals from this desk?
Signore, this is unacceptable.
For a Camerlengo to enter the chapel once conclave has begun.
Forgive me.
There's been a development.
His Holiness Celestine was murdered!
Is it so inconceivable that it will happen again?
Signori, please, a moment. Please. Signori.
Our church is at war.
We are under attack from an old enemy.
The Illuminati.
They have struck us from within.
Murdering our Holy Father!
And threatening us all with destruction at the hands of their new God 'Science'.
They call it retribution. They think it justified...
because of the Church's attacks on men of science in the distant past and it's true.
Since the days of Galileo, this church has tried to slow the relentless march of progress.
Sometimes with misguided means.
But science and religion are not enemies.
There are simply some things that science is just too young to understand.
So the Church pleads, "Stop."
"Slow down."
"Think. Wait."
And, for this, they call us backwards.
But who is more ignorant?
The man who cannot define lightning...
or the man who does not respect its natural awesome power?
The battle is well under way, signori.
We must defend ourselves.
But, what if this time, we fight their stealth with openness?
Combat their wicked scheme with simple truth.
And end this brutish battle once and for all.
If the outside world could see this church as I do,
looking beyond the ritual of these walls,
they would see a modern miracle.
A brotherhood of imperfect, simple souls...
who want nothing more than to be voices of compassion
in a world spinning out of control.
Signori, I ask..
I pray...
that you break this conclave.
Open the doors,
evacuate St. Peter's Square
and tell the world the truth.
Get him down.
There. There, that chain. On that pulley.
This bench. Get this pew off here and make it a ladder.
Vatican Police.
My son...
God answers all prayers, but...
sometimes His answer is no.
The College will not break conclave.
May I suggest... you direct your energies
to helping the Swiss Guard find this explosive device.
If it exists.
And leave Church leadership...
to its leaders.
Eminence.
There is a growing fear
that without the four Preferiti
it defers much authority for any candidate.
It will not be possible,
- unless... - Speak plainly.
It is the recommendation of many that you asked to be removed...
from your post as Great Elector.
Thereby making yourself eligible to wear the Ring of the Fisherman.
Well, if it is God's will.
May His will be done.
Here! I hear someone.
Remove the lid.
Come on.
Signore, are you okay?
I know he is there.
Madam, it is necessary that you remain quiet.
Don't tell me that I should remain calm. I want to know what he will do.
Commander, here's Ms. Vetra.
Those journals are private property. I demand that you return them to me.
They're material evidence in a Vatican investigation.
I am an Italian citizen.
My rights do not end just because I crossed the other side.
This is not Italy. It's not even Rome. It's the Vatican.
A country with its own laws.
And when those journals passed the border, they became my property.
I will give them back to you
when I've decided they contain nothing of value to the investigation.
Do you have something to hide, Commandante Richter?
Do you, Dr. Vetra?
If it were up to me, it wouldn't be this way.
It's a sin to kill with pain.
It's a sin to kill without reason, Father.
They made me a sinner.
Saint Theresa on fire.
Professor Langdon?
- What direction is that? - West, I think.
"Across Rome the mystic elements unfold."
Piazza Barba Rini is here. Saint Theresa is here.
Where is the Santa Maria del Popolo, the first altar of science?
- Santa Maria del Popolo? - Yes.
Thank you.
St. Peter's is here.
We are here.
A church with water.
Wait. Wait, wait.
Across Rome.
The poem must mean it's literally across Rome.
Professor Langdon.
Commander Richter has ordered me to escort you to the Vatican immediately.
Piazza Navona. Earth. Air. Fire. Water.
"A-Cross" Rome.
Bernini's Four Rivers.
Professor Langdon, the Vatican insists that I have to take you back immediately.
The Vatican is about to see its fourth cardinal murdered tonight.
Now, look.
You can do as they say and force me back to the Vatican,
where we can all mourn his death together.
Or you can show me how real cops act
and take me to Piazza Navona, where we still might be able to stop it.
Oh. By all means, let's talk it over.
In fourteen minutes, he's going to be dead.
Okay. This way, Professor.
Yes, Padre?
At 11:15, if the church is still in peril,
give the order to evacuate the cardinals.
But with dignity.
Let them walk out into St. Peter's Square with their heads held high.
We don't want the last image of this church to be
of frightened old men sneaking out the back door.
"Where the angels guide thee..."
There it is. There it is.
Professor, I know this fountain. There is no angel.
The dove. The angel of peace.
And it's looking in what direction?
Uh... east, I think.
Professor, just wait here. Stay put.
Good evening. Can you help me?
I need a doctor.
Come here.
Calm down. Don't shoot.
Hey!
Help! Somebody help!
Help! Somebody!
Cardinal Baja.
Si?
Where was he hiding you?
The Church of Illumination. Where is it?
Castel Sant'Angelo.
Castle of the Angel.
Sir, there's news about Cardinal Baja.
The cardinal told Langdon he was being held in Castel Sant'Angelo.
If Langdon's right, that's where the bomb is.
- Send everyone we can spare. - And you?
I'm staying here.
Vittoria.
- You're all right? - I'm all right, yes. What about you?
I just heard about Olivetti on the radio.
I'm all right. I'm okay.
Robert, we can't trust Richter.
He took Silvano's journals.
There must be something in there he doesn't want us to see.
The head of the Swiss Guard.
From the Castel Sant'Angelo. It's close enough so the wireless signal
from that camera could still reach the Vatican.
The Church of Illumination is somewhere here
and your canister is inside it.
Come with me.
For 400 years, the Illuminati met right under the Church's nose.
The Vatican used this as a hideout and as a prison for their enemies.
If the explosion happens here, would the blast radius take out the Vatican?
And part of Rome along with it.
They're pointing to it. The angels.
The container must be down there. Come on!
- Where are they going? - Back to search the other castle.
No, no. It has to be here!
Robert, it's a dead end.
No, it's not.
See if you can find a flashlight.
All of these stones are rectangular granite.
Except right here. What is this?
It's a pentagram.
An eye...
that leads to...
Nowhere.
Robert?
These walls overlap and there's a passageway in here.
Here. Let me have the flashlight.
It's a passageway that leads to the Vatican.
An ancient escape route.
Oh, God.
Here.
Look.
(Final Payment in VW at Via Giulia) (Key taped to driver side front wheel)
Get on the radio.
Get the word out. Conclave remains sealed.
The Camerlengo gave the order for evacuation at--
I'm counter-manning it.
This is it. This is their church.
The canister should be lit by artificial light.
It's not here, Robert.
"The shining star at the end of the path." It has to be.
It's not here.
What's the poem say? - Nothing.
Nothing. It's all over. There was just four lines,
each one describing...
There's a fifth brand.
It's not an ambigram. It's just two crossed keys.
- The symbol for the Vatican. - No.
No, the papacy. They intend to kill him.
Before they destroy the Vatican,
they're going to brand and kill the pope himself.
There is no pope.
"Tempo Sede Vacante."
The Camerlengo.
- We have to warn him. - Take a step back, please.
Take your cell phone from your pocket.
Throw it in the fire.
Murderer.
You know, when they call me,
and they all call me,
it is so important to them
that I know that what they ask is the Lord's will.
Or Allah's. Or Yahweh's.
And I suppose they're right.
Because if he was not vengeful, I would not exist, now, would I?
I've had several chances to eliminate you tonight.
You're still alive because you have no weapon.
And they didn't ask me to kill you.
But if you pursue me, it is another matter.
Be careful.
These are men of God.
The Camerlengo.
Have you come to make me a martyr?
Here. Here.
- I need to see the Camerlengo. - He is not available.
- I demand to see the Camerlengo! - He is not available.
We'll see about that.
Oh. It's a chiusa chiave. It's a one way portal.
The only entrance is on the other side.
No. Hey! Help!
This is Robert Langdon and Dr. Vetra. Open the door.
The Camerlengo is in danger.
He's the one. He's got a gun.
- Illuminatus! - You bastard.
Illuminatus!
You bastard!
Padre?
Order the evacuation. We only have nineteen minutes.
Here. He's...
And get the helicopter for the older cardinals, right?
Yes, sir.
Robert?
The brand, the symbol. Could it have another meaning?
Crossed keys, but those were upside down.
St. Peter.
The first pope...
...was crucified upside down. - On Vatican Hill.
- A few hundred feet below us. - Necropolis. City of the dead.
"Upon this rock, I will build my church."
"Or bring it down upon itself."
The bomb. It's in St. Peter's tomb.
The grid is still cycling.
The power to this section must be down.
It must be here. It must be.
Don't touch it.
We have seven minutes.
Robert, hold this.
It's cold down here, isn't it?
What's wrong?
Cold decreases battery life.
- We may have less than five minutes. - So?
If I pull the power with less than five minutes...
the residual charge won't hold suspension.
We should leave it here and get clear if we can.
At least down here the damage--
No!
- No. Wait! - Father!
We are live here at St. Peter's Square...
where, despite a bomb threat, and an orderly evacuation,
the crowd is actually growing in size.
As we await an official announcement from the Vatican spokesman
as to the exact nature of the threat
and whether or not they are treating it as a credible danger...
This way!
He's got a bomb with him.
A bomb?
Roberto, this is an emergency. I'll take her up alone.
He's got clearance.
Oh, my God.
Get down!
Cardinal Strauss?
It was the Camerlengo. He has saved us all.
He has saved the Church and he's still alive.
Praise God. Praise God.
He is alive.
He sacrificed himself for all of us.
You know the worst thing we thought would happen
was that our work would fall into the hands of the energy companies.
We thought we could change the world.
- So naive. - No, not naive.
Innocent, maybe.
But it's not a crime.
I'm not so sure.
Go back to work.
Change the world.
A gift, uh, you understand? Let's say for Catholics everywhere.
The Carmelengo's age shouldn't influence the decision.
Signori, you are no doubt aware that by Holy Law
the man is inelligible for election to the papacy.
He's not a cardinal. He's a priest.
He's of insufficient age.
Or maybe there's a way we could consider the possibility.
I am sorry. The protocols of conclave are not subject to modification.
I will not call a ballot on this matter.
But, signore, you would not hold a ballot.
Surely, you remember? You gave up your post as Great Elector.
They are singing at St. Peter's Square.
Now, what happened here tonight transcends our laws.
Has it? Is it God's will that we give ourselves over to frenzy?
Discard the rules of the Church?
Perhaps we need not discard them.
Signori, I am thinking now of Romano Pontifici Eligendo numero 60...
- Acclamation by Adoration. - Exactly, signore. Exactly.
Yes. If the Holy Spirit speaks through us,
and we call a man's name out loud...
That is election by adoration.
- Yes. - He's God's choice.
Yes. And the candidate need only be an ordained member of the clergy,
present in the Sistine Chapel at the moment of his election.
- Signor Camerlengo? - Yes?
The cardinals ask you to join them in conclave as soon as possible.
- Me? - Yes, Padre.
What are you doing?
Silvano's journals. I want them back.
Richter said...
His Holiness suffered from seizures
and steps were taken...
for safety.
He made sure he was watched, he said.
What if he were trying to give me this key?
That's the Papal office.
If the Pope was worried about seizures,
he must've had Richter install cameras without telling anyone.
To keep an eye on him for his safety.
Maybe it records.
- I read the journals, Patrick. - The scientist kept journals. So?
- You figure prominently in them. - Really?
The Devoli wasn't just a physicist. He was also a Catholic priest.
As such, he was deeply conflicted about the implications of his work
and in need of spiritual guidance.
Like Galileo.
About a month ago,
he requested an audience with the Pope.
But you know that,
cause you granted the audience and you were also present during it.
The 'God Particle'. To actually claim an act of creation.
- The blasphemy. The arrogance. - The Holy Father didn't see it like that.
He urged him to go public.
His Holiness thought that the discovery could actually
scientifically prove the existence of a divine power.
And begin to bridge the gap between science and religion.
His work was not religious. It was sacrilegious.
But you...
You saw the pope's position as a softening of church law.
As an old man's weakness. Your father's weakness.
You murdered the Vicar of Christ.
He raised me to protect this Church,
even from within.
Then you conjured up an old enemy from the past. The Illuminati.
You found the ancient brands in the papal vaults
and put them to use to spread fear!
The Cardinals are men of belief.
Right now, their belief in evil is uniting them.
The entire Catholic world will be united by this attack.
There is no attack.
You're trying to convince the Cardinals they're in a war,
so they will choose a warrior to lead them.
We are at war.
We're weak when we should be strong.
If science is allowed to claim the power of creation,
what is left for God?
It didn't work, Patrick.
- It isn't finished. - Oh yes, it's finished.
It's finished.
I've shown the journals to Father Simeon.
The moment the doors to the Conclave open,
he will tell the Cardinals what you've done.
I was planning on doing this alone.
Put it down.
But, perhaps, it's better that you're here.
Put it down.
Put it away.
Help. He's the one. He's got a gun.
- Illuminatus! - You bastard.
Illuminatus!
You bastard!
Padre.
And get the helicopter for the older cardinals, right?
I've been summoned by the College of Cardinals.
Gently.
But within our walls.
He's on your side.
Father, into thy hands I commend my spirit.
Church sources now confirm that Carmelengo, Father Patrick McKenna,
has died of internal injuries sustained in his heroic fall...
The Catholic church thanks Camerlengo for his selfless act
and demands his immediate canonization.
The Vatican has also confirmed the deaths of three Cardinals
and the fire in the Santa Maria della Vittoria.
As we await the appearance of the new Holy Father Cardinal Baggia of Italy,
one of the four original Preferiti,
who, despite terrorist attempts at disruption
seems to have been selected
in one of the swiftest and smoothest conclaves in modern church history.
Professor Langdon? Please.
A token of thanks from His Holiness
and from his new Camerlengo.
We are grateful you saved his life.
And it's our understanding that you require this text
to complete your scholary work.
We ask only that in your last grand testament
you ensure it finds its way home.
Of course.
And when you write of us,
and you will write of us,
may I ask one thing?
Do so gently.
I'll try.
Religion is flawed,
but only because man is flawed.
All men, including this one.
He chose the name Luke.
There's been many Marks and Johns.
Never a Luke.
It said he was a doctor.
It's quite a message. Science and faith, all in one.
The world is in need of both.
You'll counsel him wisely.
I'm an old man. I'll counsel him briefly.
Mr. Langdon.
Thanks be to God for sending someone to protect this church.
I don't believe He sent me, Father.
Oh, my son.
Of course He did.
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