My God, forgive me.
Teacher, all four are dead.
The sénéchaux and the Grand Master himself.
Then I assume you know the location?
Confirmed by all.
Independently.
I had feared the Priory's penchant for secrecy might prevail.
Imminent death is strong motivation.
It is here.
In Paris, Teacher.
It hides beneath the Rose in Saint-Sulpice.
You will go forth, Silas.
Thank you, Father.
In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.
I chastise my body.
Silas has succeeded. The legend is true.
It hides beneath the Rose.
My part of our bargain is nearly fulfilled.
The Council meets in an hour.
I will have your money tonight, Teacher.
Precisely.
Excuse me, commissioner.
Agent Neveu.
This is not the time.
I received the crime-scene photos...
...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...?
The request comes 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 on the move. 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? – Yes. – Call him. Call him!
Police! 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.
Bitch!
Father, no!
No more!
You are a ghost.
A ghost!
Christ, give me strength.
Stealing in a House of God!
You are an angel.
Christ, give me strength.
Vehicle at Gare du Nord fitting description.
Gray Smart Car. Black roof.
Corner of Boulevard Denain and Rue de Dunkerque,...
...outside the Gare du Nord.
How could you let them get away?
Why not just shoot the damn painting? Imbecile!
I should put his cigar out in your hand!
Get out of here!
They found Neveu's car abandoned at the Gare du Nord.
And two tickets to Brussels paid for with Langdon's credit card.
A decoy, I'm sure.
All the same, send an agent to the Gare du Nord.
Question all the taxi drivers. I'll put this on the wire.
Interpol? But Bezu, we're not sure he's guilty...
I know he's guilty. Beyond a doubt.
Robert Langdon is guilty.
Police officer.
What? What do you want?
Fifty euros for all your stuff.
Go and get something to eat.
Jacques Saunière is not here.
Leave your message after the tone. Thank you.
I beg you, Monsieur Saunière, pick up the phone.
This is Sandrine Bieil.
I have called everyone else on the list.
I fear the other sénéchaux are dead.
The lie has been told.
Someone has broken the flagstone.
Please, monsieur, if you are there, 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.
Yes?
Two prostitutes identified Langdon and Neveu...
...getting into a taxi in the Bois de Boulogne.
Good evening.
What can I do for you?
Yes. Sir, the door to the right, if you 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 wish to...
I just drove from here to Zurich.
No 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?
Vernet, André.
It seems you're not a driver at all.
Apparently, you lost your tongue along with your truck.
Aiding and abetting two fugitives.
I can put you in jail for that.
Speak to my lawyer.
It stinks.
All this confusion, violence...
...the theft of a truck.
Some might think that such things don't reflect...
...well on your bank's reputation, isn't that right?
Do you think you're in pain now, Vernet?
My cause is worth your life. Understand?
What do you want?
Your truck carries a homing device.
Activate it, now.
Yes?
We're receiving the truck's signal and tracing it.
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.
All of Collet's units to Château Villette.
Suspects Neveu and Langdon are likely there.
It's an honour to welcome you...
...even though it's late.
Yes?
Château Villette. Yes.
Incredible.
Altogether a woman.
Fache says to wait, so I wait.
What's Fache thinking? The truck is here. They're inside.
Rip the gate down.
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've lost your mind.
What's your problem 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 told you to get it for me.
I'm on break.
Come back in ten minutes.
My nose! My nose!
The flight plan, please.
You asshole!
The... flight... plan!
Please.
I suppose this is a new technique of investigation?
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'm a member of Opus Dei?
Yes.
Someone contacted me urgently.
A bishop of my order.
He said a killer came to him in confession.
His name was Robert Langdon.
He said I couldn't imagine the evil in his 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.
You can apologize to him later.
I just ask that, next time, you tell me.
Do you have the bonds, bishop?
Yes, I do, Teacher.
I have chosen an Opus Dei residence for the exchange.
I am honoured.
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. – Ah, yes. Marie.
Over here.
Where?
Up there.
What's all that?
A very advanced surveillance system.
It's a listening post.
Get me Fache.
Four of these names are the men killed last night.
I understand.
I am a ghost.
Come along, Sophie.
Sophie, my little princess, where are you?
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!
No. It's not possible.