THE DA VINCI CODE

FADE IN: 

THE DA VINCI CODE 

By DAN BROWN 

INT. LOUVRE MUSEUM - GRANDE GALERIE - NIGHT 

(A man races in through the gallery's vaulted 

archway. This is JACQUES SAUNIERE, a museum 

curator) 

VOICE: Stop now. Tell me where it is. 

(Sauniere looks up. Another man faces him. 

This is SILAS, an albino monk) 

SILAS: You and your brethren possess what is not 

rightfully yours. 

SAUNIERE: Ah... I don't know what you are talking about. 

(the albino trains his gun on Sauniere) 

SILAS: Is it a secret you will die for? 

SAUNIERE: Please. 

SILAS: As you wish. 

SAUNIERE: Wait! 

(Silas clicks back the hammer with his thumb) 

(Sauniere's eyes go up. Wet with fear) 

SAUNIERE: My God, forgive me. 

(talking in despair) 

In the sacristy... the church of Saint-Sulpice, 

is the Rose Line. Beneath the Rose. 

SILAS: Thank you. 

(BANG) 

(Before he dies, he leaves a dying message) 

INT. AMERICAN UNIVERSITY OF PARIS - NIGHT 

(Dr. Robert Langdon is delivering a lecture) 

LANGDON: Thank you. Thank you. 

Symbols are a language that can help us

understand our past. As the saying goes, 

a picture says a thousand words... but 

which words? 

Interpret for me, please, this symbol. 

First thing that comes to mind. Anybody. 

STUDENT #1: Hatred, racism. 

STUDENT #2: Ku Klux Klan. 

LANGDON: Yes, yes, interesting. But they would 

disagree with you in Spain. There, they 

are robes worn by priests. 

Now this symbol. Anyone? 

STUDENT #3: Evil. 

STUDENT #4: La fourche du Diable. 

LANGDON: In English, please. 

STUDENT #3: (translating) Devil's pitchfork. 

LANGDON: Poor, poor Poseidon. That is his trident. 

A symbol of power to millions of the ancients. 

Now this symbol. 

STUDENT #4: Madonna and child. 

STUDENT #1: Faith. Christianity. 

LANGDON: No. No, it's the pagan god Horus and his 

mother, Isis... centuries before the birth 

of Christ. 

Understanding our past determines actively 

our ability to understand the present. So, 

how do we sift truth from belief? How do 

we write our own histories, personally or 

culturally... and thereby define ourselves? 

How do we penetrate years, centuries, of 

historical distortion... to find original 

truth? 

Tonight, this will be our quest. 

(After the lecture, he signs copies of his 

new book: "SYMBOLS OF THE SACRED FEMININE") 

WOMAN: My son is a student of yours at Harvard. 

Michael Culp? 

LANGDON: Oh, yeah. 

WOMAN: He adores you. He says you're the best 

teacher he's ever had. 

LANGDON: Ms. Culp, I think I already gave Michael 

an A-minus. 

WOMAN: He told me. Thank you. 

COLLET: Mr. Langdon? 

(Suddenly, Lieutenant COLLET barges in)

LANGDON: Hi. 

COLLET: Bonjour, professor. 

I'm Lieutenant Collet from DCPJ. A kind of 

French FBI. 

Will you take a look at this photo, please? 

My police chief, Capitaine Fache, had hoped, 

considering your expertise and the markings 

on the body... you might assist us. 

LANGDON: (looks at the photo) 

Will you excuse me a moment? 

(Collet lifts Langdon's jacket off the chair) 

LANGDON: I was supposed to have drinks with him. 

COLLET: Yes, we know. 

We found your name in his daily planner. 

LANGDON: He never showed. I waited for over an hour. 

COLLET: (nods) 

LANGDON: Why would someone do this to him? 

COLLET: Oh, you misunderstand, professor. 

He was shot, yes. But what you see in the 

photograph... Monsieur Sauniere did to 

himself. 

INT. SILAS'S ROOM - RUE LA BRUYERE - NIGHT 

SILAS: (speaking in Latin over the phone) 

Teacher, all four are dead. The senechaux 

and Grand Master himself. 

(the voice on the other end of line responds 

in whispers) 

TEACHER: Then I assume you have the location. 

SILAS: Confirmed by all. Independently. 

TEACHER: I had feared the Priory's penchant for 

secrecy might prevail. 

SILAS: The prospect of death is strong motivation. 

It is here. In Paris, Teacher. It hides 

beneath the Rose in Saint-Sulpice. 

TEACHER: You will go forth, Silas. 

SILAS: (disrobes and from his thigh removes a spiked 

cilice belt of metal barbs) 

I chastise my body. 

(whips himself across the back)

EXT./INT. LOUVRE - NIGHT 

COLLET: Capitaine Fache is waiting for you. 

LANGDON: Okay. 

FACHE: Mr. Langdon. 

LANGDON: Yes. 

FACHE: (holding out his hands) 

I'm Captain Bezu Fache. 

You like our pyramid? 

LANGDON: It's magnificent. 

FACHE: A scar on the face of Paris. 

After me, please. 

LANGDON: Oh. It's the pairing of those two pyramids. 

It's unique. The two are geometric echoes. 

FACHE: Fascinating. 

LANGDON: I'm not sure how much help I'm gonna be 

here this evening. 

FACHE: How well did you know the curator? 

LANGDON: Not very well. 

Frankly, I was surprised when he contacted me. 

(they have come to an elevator) 

LANGDON: Could we take the stairs? 

(but they take the elevator) 

FACHE: So Sauniere requested tonight's meeting. 

LANGDON: Yes. 

FACHE: How? Did he call you? 

LANGDON: E-mail. He heard I was in Paris. 

Had something to discuss. 

FACHE: What? 

... You seem uncomfortable. 

(elevator stops) 

LANGDON: Ah, the Grand Gallery. This is where you 

found the body. 

FACHE: How would you know that? 

LANGDON: I recognize the parquet floor from the 

Polaroid. It's unmistakable. 

(seeing the body) Dear God. 

INT. ON THE AIRPLANE - NIGHT

MICHAEL: Let's cover the talking points again, Your 

Eminence. Many call Opus Dei a brainwashing 

cult. Others, an ultraconservative Christian 

secret society. 

BISHOP: Obviously, some people fear what they don't 

understand. 

MICHAEL: Perhaps a less defensive tack, Your Eminence. 

The press continue to be harsh with us. 

BISHOP: We are not... Cafeteria Catholics. We don't 

pick and choose which rules to follow. We 

follow doctrine. Rigorously. 

MICHAEL: Does doctrine necessarily include vows of 

chastity, tithing and atonement for sins 

through self-flagellation and the cilice? 

BISHOP: Many of our followers are married. Many of 

them have families. Only a small proportion 

choose to live ascetic lives. 

(cellular phone is ringing) 

MICHAEL: Why are some media referring-- 

BISHOP: That will be all, Michael, thank you. 

(to the phone) Aringarosa. 

TEACHER: "Silas has succeeded. The legend is true. 

It hides beneath the Rose. My part of our 

bargain is nearly fulfilled." 

BISHOP: I meet the council in an hour. I will have 

your money tonight, Teacher. 

INT. LOUVRE DRANDE GALERIE - NIGHT 

(Langdon and Fache stand over the dead man) 

LANGDON: The Vitruvian Man. It's one of Leonardo 

da Vinci's most famous sketches. 

FACHE: And the star on his skin? 

LANGDON: A pentacle. 

FACHE: And its meaning? 

LANGDON: The pentacle is a pagan religious icon. 

FACHE: Devil worship. 

LANGDON: No. No, no, no. The pentacle before that. 

This is a symbol for Venus. It represents 

the female half of all things... 

FACHE: You are telling me that Sauniere's last act 

on earth... was to draw a goddess symbol on 

his chest? Why? 

LANGDON: Captain Fache, obviously I can't tell you

FACHE: Is that so? 

LANGDON: Yes. 

why. I can tell you he, as well as anyone, 

knows the meaning of this symbol... and it 

has nothing to do with worshiping the devil. 

FACHE: Then... what do you make of this? 

LANGDON: "O, Draconian devil. Oh, lame saint." 

It's a phrase. Doesn't mean anything, 

not to me. 

FACHE: What would you do if you had such limited 

time to send a message? 

LANGDON: Well, I suppose I'd try to identify my killer. 

FACHE: Precisely. Precisely. So, professor... 

FACHE: Officer Neveu. 

(Sophie Neveu is approaching) 

NEVEU: Please, pardon the interruption. 

FACHE: This is not the time. 

NEVEU: I received the crime-scene jpegs at 

headquarters... and I've deciphered the 

code. It's a Fibonacci sequence. That's 

the code Sauniere left on the floor. 

Headquarters sent me to explain, captain. 

LANGDON: It is the Fibonacci sequence. The numbers 

are out of order. 

NEVEU: But before that, I have an urgent message 

for Professor Langdon. Right? 

LANGDON: Pardon me? 

NEVEU: I'm Sophie Neveu, French police, Cryptology. 

Your embassy called Division. 

... I'm sorry, monsieur, they said it was 

a matter of life and death. This is the 

number of your embassy's messaging service. 

LANGDON: Well, thank you. 

(Langdon calls on his cellphone) 

VOICE: Hello, you've reached the home of Sophie 

Neveu. 

LANGDON: Miss Neveu? This... 

NEVEU: No. That's the right number. 

You have to dial an access code to pick up 

your messages. 

LANGDON: But I'm getting... 

NEVEU: It's a three-digit code. It's on the paper 

I gave you.

(with her eyes she sends the message: do 

what I say) 

LANGDON: (tries to call again) 

VOICE: Professor Langdon, do not react to this 

message. You must follow my directions 

very closely and, above all... reveal 

nothing to Captain Fache. You are in 

grave danger. 

INT. CHURCH - NIGHT 

(telephone is ringing) 

SISTER: Church of Saint-Sulpice. 

FATHER: Good evening, Sister. 

I need you to show someone our church tonight. 

SISTER: Of course, Father. 

But so late? Wouldn't tomorrow? 

FATHER: This is a request from an important bishop 

of Opus Dei. 

SISTER: It would be my pleasure. 

INT. LOUVRE GRANDE GALERIE - NIGHT 

LANGDON: There's been an accident. A friend. 

I have to fly home in the morning. 

FACHE: I see. 

LANGDON: Is there a restroom I could use? I just 

wanna splash some water on my face. 

FACHE: Yes. 

FACHE: She said it is meaningless. 

Mathematical joke. 

(holding Langland's eyes) Is it meaningless? 

LANGDON: I'll take another look when I come back. 

FACHE: I'm sorry. Of course. 

INT. LOUVRE - BATHROOM - NIGHT 

(Langland goes to a bathroom) 

NEVEU: Do you have a message from Sauniere? 

LANGDON: What are you talking about?

NEVEU: Crazy old man. 

LANGDON: You have me confused with someone else. 

I came here to... 

NEVEU: Check your jacket pocket. 

Just look. 

LANGDON: (produces something) 

NEVEU: GPS tracking dot. Accurate within two 

feet anywhere on the globe. The agent 

who picked you up slipped it into your 

jacket... in case you tried to run. 

We have you on a little leash, professor. 

LANGDON: Why would I try to run? I didn't do 

anything. 

NEVEU: So, what do you think about the fourth 

line of text... Fache wiped clean before 

you arrived? 

(hands him a note saying: 

13-3-2-21-1-1-8-5 

O. Draconian devil 

Oh, lame Saint! 

P.S. Find Robert Langdon) 

(cont'd) He brought you here to force a confession, 

Professor Langdon. 

INT. GRANDE GALERIE 

FACHE: He's still in there? What's he doing? 

INT. BATHROOM 

NEVEU: Fache isn't even looking for other suspects, 

okay? He is sure you're guilty. When did 

Sauniere contact you? Today? 

LANGDON: Yes, yes. 

NEVEU: What time? What time? 

LANGDON: At 3. Around 3. Three. 

NEVEU: We call Fache "the Bull." Once he starts, 

he doesn't stop. He can arrest you and 

detain you for months while he builds a 

case. And by then whatever Sauniere wanted 

you to tell me will be useless. 

LANGDON: Stop it! Just stop! 

Who are you? 

NEVEU: Look at the letters. "P.S." 

LANGDON: P.S., postscript.

NEVEU: "Princesse Sophie." Silly, I know. 

But I was only a girl when I lived with 

him. Jacques Sauniere was my grandfather. 

Apparently, it was his dying wish that we 

meet. If you help me understand why... 

I will get you to your embassy, where we 

cannot arrest you. 

LANGDON: Fache was never gonna let me just stroll 

out of here, was he? 

NEVEU: No. 

If we are to get away from here, we must 

find another way. 

LANGDON: What exactly do you propose? 

INT. LOUVRE - CURATOR'S OFFICE 

FACHE: Sauniere was reading his book. 

"Blood trail." 

(Collet is on the phone) 

COLLET: Excuse me, captain. We have a problem. 

Headquarters didn't send Sophie Neveu. 

FACHE: What? 

DCPJ MAN: (looking at the laptop screen) 

Captain, look at this. 

He jumped! 

FACHE: Shit. 

DCPJ MAN: He's moving again. And fast. 

COLLET: He must be in a car. 

DCPJ MAN: He's going south on Pont du Carrousel. 

FACHE: Bastard. 


(cop cars pull away from the Louvre) 

NEVEU: That cop will check the whole lower floor. 

I will only take a moment. 

LANGDON: Of course. 

NEVEU: He is much older than I remember. 

I hadn't seen or spoken to him in a very 

long time. 

He phoned my office today. Several times. 

He said it was a matter of life and death. 

I thought it was another trick to get back 

in touch. It seems when he couldn't speak 

to me... he reached out to you.

LANGDON: Wait a minute. 

NEVEU: Professor? 

LANGDON: This is wrong. Yeah. See? This is wrong. 

The Fibonacci numbers only make sense when 

they're in order. These are scrambled. If 

he was trying to reach out, maybe he was doing 

it in code. Would you hold this, please? 

This phrase is meaningless. Unless you assume 

these letters are out of order too. 

NEVEU: An anagram. 

You have eidetic memory? 

LANGDON: Not quite. But I can pretty much remember 

what I see. 

Well... Anagram is right. 

"O, Draconian devil. Oh, lame saint" becomes: 

"Leonardo da Vinci. The Mona Lisa." 

NEVEU: Professor, the Mona Lisa is right over here. 

EXT. PARIS - BANK OF THE SEINE - NIGHT 

COLLET: Look at this. He must have thrown it from 

the window. Smart to hit the truck. 

FACHE: What, you admire him now? 

We're stupid. Who did we leave at the museum? 

Ledoux? Get him on the radio! 

COLLET: Yes. 


LANGDON: Her smile is in the lower spatial frequencies. 

The horizon is significantly lower on the 

left than it is on the right. 

NEVEU: Why? 

LANGDON: Well, see, she appears larger from the left 

than on the right. Historically, the left 

was female, the right was male. 

NEVEU: There. Blood. 

LANGDON: Hey. 

(she finds her own UV penlight and shines 

the beam on the glass) 

NEVEU: (reads) "So dark the con of man." 

LANGDON: No. It doesn't say that. 

NEVEU: Is it another anagram? Can you break it?

(noise) 

(cont'd) Professor, hurry. Hurry! 

LANGDON: Moon. Sermon. Charms. Demons. 

Omens. Codes. Monks. Ranks. Rocks. 

NEVEU: Madonna of the Rocks. 

LANGDON: Da Vinci. 

(Neveu grabs the frame) 

LANGDON: Careful. Careful. 

(she jerks the painting half from the wall. 

Something drops to the floor) 

LANGDON: This can't be this. The fleur-de-lis. 

(policemen are coming up) 

(Langdon and Neveu escape) 

EXT. IN NEVEU'S CAR - PARIS STREET - NIGHT 

NEVEU: It was Sauniere's. 

I remember finding it once when I was a girl. 

He'd promised he'd give it to me one day. 

LANGDON: Have you ever heard those words before, Sophie? 

"So dark the con of man"? 

NEVEU: No. Have you? 

LANGDON: When you were a child, were you aware of any 

secret gatherings? Anything ritualistic in 

nature? Meetings your grandfather would've 

wanted kept secret? Was there ever any talk 

of something called the Priory of Sion? 

NEVEU: The what? Why are you asking these things? 

LANGDON: The Priory of Sion is a myth. One of the 

world's oldest and most secret societies, 

with leaders like... Sir Isaac Newton, da 

Vinci himself. The fleur-de-lis is their 

crest. They're guardians of a secret they 

supposedly refer to... as "the dark con of 

man." 

NEVEU: But what secret? 

LANGDON: The Priory of Sion protects the source of 

God's power on earth. 

(near the American embassy Sophie brakes hard) 

NEVEU: I can't do this by myself. 

LANGDON: I'm in enough trouble as it is. That's my 

embassy. 

NEVEU: Please.

LANGDON: Even if we could get out of this... 

NEVEU: Okay. 

(she suddenly throws the car into reverse, 

and is up on the sidewalk, barely missing 

a lamppost. Coming up on her right, a gap 

between two passing trucks) 

LANGDON: No, no, no. You're not gonna make it. 

You're not gonna make it! 

(she cuts the cur hard right, impossibly 

squeaking through) 

LANGDON: Well, that was... 

NEVEU: We need to get out of sight. 

EXT. IN A CAR - NIGHT 

SILAS: Christ, give me strength. 

(recollects his youth; his father uses 

violence on her mother; he stabs his 

father with a kitchen knife) 

FATHER: You are a ghost. 


(recollects his past) 

BISHOP: Stealing in a house of God! 

(Silas gets up and gets rid of robbers) 

BISHOP: You are an angel. 


INT. CHURCH OF SAINT-SULPICE - NIGHT 

SISTER: You have powerful friends. 

SILAS: Bishop Aringarosa has been kind to me. 

I could not miss this chance to pray inside 

the Saint-Sulpice. 

SISTER: A pity you couldn't wait for morning. 

The light is not ideal. 

SILAS: Tell me, Sister, please, of the Rose Line. 

SISTER: A rose line is any line that goes from the 

North to South Poles. Set into the streets 

of Paris, 135 brass markers... mark the

world's first prime meridian... which passed 

through this very church. 

SILAS: It hides beneath the Rose. 

SISTER: I'm sorry? 

SISTER: Sister. 

I do not want to keep you. I will show 

myself out. I insist... 

May the peace of the Lord be with you. 

SISTER: And with you. (leaves) 

EXT. LOUVRE MUSEUM - NIGHT 

COLLET: They found Neveu's car abandoned at the 

train station. And two tickets to Brussels 

paid for with Langdon's credit card. 

FACHE: 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. 

COLLET: Interpol? We're not sure he's guilty. 

FACHE: I know he's guilty. Beyond a doubt. 

Robert Langdon is guilty. 

EXT. STREET, PARIS - NIGHT 

LANGDON: This is the Bois de Boulogne? 

NEVEU: We should be safe in this park for a few 

minutes. 


(Silas drives the silenced lance again and 

again until tiles below him shatter. 

Silas is on his knees, hungrily tearing away 

jagged pieces of stone from the opening, 

revealing the hidden compartment below. 

From within, Silas pulls an old stone tablet, 

engraved with the simplest of inscriptions. 

JOB 38:11 ) 

EXT. BOIS DE BOULOGNE - NIGHT 

NEVEU: (to a junkie) Stay here. Police. 

MAN: What do you want? 

NEVEU: Fifty euros for all your stuff.

Go and get something to eat. 

LANGDON: Did it occur to you that could be 

dangerous? 

NEVEU: No. And now we have a place to think. 

Any ideas, professor? 

LANGDON: You could've just handed me a piece of 

a UFO from Area 51. 

NEVEU: "What's the next step?" 

With him, it's always: "Sophie, what's 

the next step?" Puzzles. Codes. 

LANGDON: A treasure hunt. 

NEVEU: To find his killer. 

Maybe there is something about this Priory 

of Sion. 

LANGDON: I hope not. Any Priory story ends in 

bloodshed. They were butchered by the 

Church. 

It all started over a thousand years ago 

when a French king... conquered the holy 

city of Jerusalem. This crusade, one of 

the most massive and sweeping in history, 

was actually orchestrated by a secret 

brotherhood... the Priory of Sion... and 

their military arm, the Knights Templar. 

NEVEU: But the Templars were created to protect 

the Holy Land. 

LANGDON: That was a cover to hide their true goal, 

according to this myth. 

Supposedly the invasion was to find an 

artifact... lost since the time of Christ. 

An artifact, it was said, the Church would 

kill to possess. 

NEVEU: Did they find it, this buried treasure? 

LANGDON: Put it this way: 

One day the Templars simply stopped searching. 

They quit the Holy Land and traveled directly 

to Rome. Whether they blackmailed the papacy 

or the Church bought their silence, no one knows. 

But it is a fact the papacy declared these 

Priory knights... these Knights Templar, of 

limitless power. 

(cont'd) By the 1300s, the Templars had grown too 

powerful. Too threatening. So the Vatican 

issued secret orders... to be opened 

simultaneously all across Europe. 

The Pope had declared the Knights Templar 

Satan worshipers... and said God had 

charged him with cleansing the earth of 

these heretics. The plan went off like 

clockwork. The Templars were all but 

exterminated. The date was October 13th, 

1307. A Friday. 

NEVEU: Friday the 13th.

LANGDON: The Pope sent troops to claim the Priory's 

treasure... but they found nothing. The 

few surviving Knights of the Priory had 

vanished... and the search for their sacred 

artifact began again. 

NEVEU: What artifact? I've never heard about any 

of this. 

LANGDON: Yes, you have. Almost everyone on earth 

has. You just know it as the Holy Grail. 

NEVEU: Please, Sauniere thought he knew the location 

of the Holy Grail? 

LANGDON: Maybe more than that. This cross and the 

flower, this could be very old. But look. 

This metal here underneath is much newer. 

(holds up the pendant) 

(cont'd) And there's a modern ID stamp. "Haxo 24." 

And these dots. These dots are read by a 

laser. This is more than a pendant. This 

is a key your grandfather left you. 

NEVEU: He left us, professor. And vingt-quatre 

Haxo, it's not an ID stamp. It's a street 

address. 


SAUNIERE: (voice) This is Jacques Sauniere. 

Please leave a message after the tone. 

SISTER: Please, Monsieur Sauniere, 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. 

SILAS: Job 38, verse 11. 

Do you know it, Sister? 

SISTER: Job 38:11: "Hitherto shalt thou come... 

but no further." 

SILAS: "But no further." Do you mock me? 

Where is the keystone? 

SISTER: I do not know. 

SILAS: No. You are a sister of the Church... 

and yet you serve them: the Priory. 

SISTER: Jesus had but one true message. That-- 

SILAS: (in Latin) 

(Silas swings fast, snapping her neck with 

the old stone)

Come, you saints of God. 

Hasten, angels of the Lord. 

To receive her soul. 

And bring her to the sight of the Almighty. 

INT. PRIORY COUNCIL, CASTLE GANDOLFO - NIGHT 

PREFECT: Welcome, bishop. 

This council is convened. 

MEMBERS: (respond in Latin as one) 

In the name of the Father, the Son, and 

the Holy Ghost. 

PREFECT: Our words shall never pass these walls. 

What business, say you? 

BISHOP: As you know, my request for funds-- 

MEMBER 1: Yes, 20 million euro in untraceable bearer 

bonds. A tad more than petty cash. 

Wouldn't you say, bishop? 

BISHOP: I only offer a route to the renewal of 

faith for all men. 

MEMBER 2: How humble. Our savior, Bishop Aringarosa. 

How dare you presume to-- 

BISHOP: I do not presume, I act! 

The Vatican's unwillingness to support us... 

...is both impious and cowardly. Blood is 

being spilled because true Christian values 

lie in ruins. No more! This council has 

forgotten its very purpose. Tonight... 

the Grail will be destroyed. The Priory's 

few remaining members will be silenced. 

I was contacted by a man who calls himself 

only "the Teacher." 

INT. DCPJ HEADQUARTERS - NIGHT 

FACHE: Oui. 

(Fache activates speaker phone) 

COLLET: Two prostitutes identified Langdon and Neveu... 

getting into a taxi in the Bois de Boulogne. 

EXT. BANQUE ZURICHOISE DE DEPOT, RUE DE HAXO - NIGHT 

NEVEU: Because of your expertise? 

LANGDON: I'm sorry? 

NEVEU: About the Priory. Do you think that's why 

Sauniere sought you out?

LANGDON: I can think of dozens of scholars who know 

a lot more about it. Actually, I didn't 

think he liked me very much. Once made a 

joke at my expense. Got a big laugh out 

of it. 

NEVEU: What was it? 

GUARD: Good evening. 

NEVEU: Good evening. 

(Sophie and Langdon enter Depository Bank 

Of Zurich) 

GUARD: How may I help you? 

LANGDON: (shows the key) 

GUARG: Oh, yes. The door to the right, please. 

(the guard glances down to his console; a 

monitor shows scrolling thumbnail photos) 

VERNET: Good evening. I am Andre Vernet, the night 

manager. I take it this is your first visit 

to our establishment? 

NEVEU: Yes. 

VERNET: Understood. 

Keys are often passed on and first-time users 

... are sometimes uncertain of protocol. 

Keys are essentially numbered Swiss accounts. 

Often willed through generations. 

Is it yours, mademoiselle? The shortest 

safety-deposit-box lease is 50 years. 

NEVEU: And what's your longest account? 

VERNET: Quite a bit longer. 

Technologies change, keys are updated. 

(hands her a key) 

Once the computer|confirms your key... 

enter your account number and your box is 

retrieved. The room is yours, as long as 

you like. 

NEVEU: What if I lost track of my account number? 

How might I recover it? 

VERNET: I'm afraid each key is paired with a 10-digit 

number... known only to the account bearer. 

I hope you manage to remember it. A single 

wrong entry disables the system. 

NEVEU: Ten. 

LANGDON: Ten. 

Your grandfather's Fibonacci sequence. 

Scrambled, unscrambled? 

NEVEU: Unscrambled. 

LANGDON: It's your key.

NEVEU: Funny, I don't even like history. 

I've never seen much good come from looking 

to the past. 

(types in the Fibonacci numbers from the 

sheet of paper) 

LANGDON: Moment of truth. 

(Code de comte CORRECT) 

(deposit-box comes out) 

LANGDON: My God. I don't believe this. 

A rose. ... The rose was a symbol for the 

Holy Grail. 

VERNET: Forgive the intrusion. 

I'm afraid the police arrived more quickly 

than I anticipated. You must follow me, 

please. For your own safety. 

NEVEU: You knew they were coming? 

VERNET: My guard alerted me to your status when 

you arrived. Yours is one of our oldest 

and highest-level accounts. It includes 

a safe-passage clause. 

LANGDON: Safe passage? 

VERNET: If you would step inside, please. Time 

is of the essence. 

LANGDON: In there? 

EXT. DEPOSITORY BANK OF ZURICH - NIGHT 

(Collet steps into the truck's path, raising 

a police badge. The driver stops and leans 

out. Vernet, wearing a uniform) 

VERNET: Hey, is there a problem? 

Good evening, sir. Police. 

I just drive from here to Zurich. 

Not French, English? 

COLLET: English? 

VERNET: Yes. 

COLLET: We are looking for two criminals. 

VERNET: You came to the right place. They're 

all criminals here. 

COLLET: Would you mind opening the hold? 

VERNET: Please. You think they trust us, the wages 

I get paid? 

COLLET: You don't have keys to your own truck?

VERNET: It's armored. Keys get sent to the 

destination. You mind? I'm on a schedule 

here. 

COLLET: And do all the drivers wear a Rolex? 

VERNET: What? This piece of shit. Forty euros 

in Barbes. Yours for 35. 

COLLET: No, no, no. 

VERNET: Thirty. 

COLLET: No. It's okay, it's okay. 

VERNET: Come on, 30, eh? 

COLLET: I said, no! Move along! 

INT. CASTLE GANDOLFO, ITALY - NIGHT 

BISHOP: Now we wait. The Teacher will call and 

tell me where to deliver the money. 

PREFECT: You have put tremendous faith in this 

Teacher of yours. 

BISHOP: Yes, I have. And I have given him an 

angel to do his will. For surely there 

is no better soldier for God than my Silas. 

INT. SILAS'S ROOM - RUE LA BRUYERE - NIGHT 

SILAS: I firmly resolve, with the help of thy 

grace, to confess my sins... to do penance 

and to amend my life. Amen. 

EXT. ARMORED TRUCK (CARGO HOLD) - MOVING 

NEVEU: The Holy Grail. A magic cup. The source 

of God's power on earth. It's nonsense. 

LANGDON: You don't believe in God. 

NEVEU: No. Just people. 

And sometimes, that they can be kind. 

Are you a God-fearing man, professor? 

LANGDON: I was raised a Catholic. 

NEVEU: Well, that's not really an answer. 

(flashback: a boy is clambering up the wall 

of a well) 

NEVEU: Professor, are you okay?

LANGDON: Go ahead, open it. 

Go on. 

NEVEU: A cryptex. They are used to keep secrets. 

It's da Vinci's design. You write the 

information on a papyrus scroll... which 

is then rolled around a thin glass vial of 

vinegar. If you force it open, the vial 

breaks... vinegar dissolves papyrus and 

your secret is lost forever. The only 

way to access the information... is to 

spell out the password... with these five 

dials, each with 26 letters. That's 12 

million possibilities. 

LANGDON: I've never met a girl who knew that much 

about a cryptex. 

NEVEU: Sauniere made one for me once. 

LANGDON: My grandfather gave me a wagon. 

NEVEU: This clearly is not the Holy Grail. 

LANGDON: Come on. 

NEVEU: Please, you're not all right. 

May I try something? I don't know why 

it works. My mother used to do it when 

I was scared, I think. 

LANGDON: You think? 

NEVEU: Yes. 

(Sophie reaches out, takes his temples 

between her palms, and presses her forehead 

to his, rocking slightly) 

(Neveu recollects her girlhood) 

MOTHER: Feeling better, Sophie? 

(the world explodes behind mother's smile. 

Sauniere carries little Sophie away from 

the wreck of her parents' car) 

(cont'd) My parents died in a car crash with my 

brother. I was four. 

LANGDON: I'm sorry. 

NEVEU: It was many years ago. 

... Better? 

LANGDON: Yeah. 

NEVEU: Okay. 

(the truck turns off the road and stops. 

the rear door swings open) 

VERNET: Twenty years waiting for someone to come 

for that box... and now it's you two 

murderers. Bring it to me.

(Vernet is holding a gun) 

LANGDON: I don't know what you're talking about. 

(bang!) 

(cont'd) All right! Okay! 

VERNET: Right now! 

Step back! 

No one will lose sleep over a couple on a 

killing spree. 

(Langdon discreetly brushes the spent shell 

with his foot into the lower frame of the 

door's crafted sill) 

Turn around. Turn around! 

You too, mademoiselle. 

(grabs the box, slamming the truck door, 

but it doesn't stop) 

(Vernet shoves hard many times. Then the 

door explodes outward, smashing Vernet in 

the face, sending him reeling backward) 

LANGDON: Sophie! Get in the truck! 

I'll drive! Hurry! 

VERNET: (gets off a few shots at the truck) 

LANGDON: What happened between you and your 

grandfather, exactly? I've jammed my 

shoulder, I've been shot at, I'm bleeding. 

I need to know. You say he raised you, 

but you two don't talk anymore. You call 

him by his last name. You say you hate 

history. Nobody hates history. They hate 

their own histories. 

NEVEU: So now you're a psychologist too? 

LANGDON: What if Sauniere had started to groom you 

for the Priory? 

NEVEU: What do you mean, groom me? 

LANGDON: Your grandfather gave you puzzles and 

cryptex as a child. 

NEVEU: So you are saying all this is real? The 

Priory, the Holy Grail? 

LANGDON: We've been dragged into a world of people 

who think this stuff is real. Real enough 

to kill for. 

NEVEU: Who? 

LANGDON: I'm out of my field here. I do know a Grail 

historian, absolutely obsessed with Priory 

myth. An Englishman, lives here in France.

NEVEU: Do you trust this man? I hope you can. 

INT. HOSPITAL - NIGHT 

FACHE: Vernet, Andre. 

It seems you're not a driver at all. 

Apparently, you lost your tongue along with 

your truck. You think you're in pain now, 

Andre Vernet? My cause is worth your life. 

Understand? 

VERNET: What do you want? 

FACHE: Your truck carries a homing device. 

Activate it. 

EXT. CHATEAU VILLETTE GATE - NIGHT 

LANGDON: Please wait. I'll see if he's available. 

NEVEU: It's on the wrong side. 

LANGDON: Leigh likes all things to be English, including 

his cars. 

TEABING: (over the intercom) 

Robert! Do I owe you money? 

LANGDON: Leigh, my friend... care you, er... care to 

open up for an old colleague? 

TEABING: Of course. 

LANGDON: Thank you. 

TEABING: But first, a test of honor. 

Three questions. 

LANGDON: Fire away. 

TEABING: Your first: Shall I serve coffee or tea? 

LANGDON: Tea, of course. 

TEABING: Excellent. Second: milk or lemon? 

NEVEU: Milk? 

LANGDON: That would depend on the tea. 

TEABING: Correct. And now the third and most grave 

of inquiries: In which year did a Harvard 

sculler out-row an Oxford man at Henley? 

LANGDON: Surely such a travesty has never occurred. 

TEABING; Your heart is true. You may pass. 

Welcome to Chateau Villette.

INT. DCPJ HEADQUARTERS - NIGHT 

FACHE: (answers the telephone) Oui. 

OFFICER: The truck's signal is coming online. 

FACHE: It's about time. 

OFFICER: Locked on and tracking, sir. 

FACHE: Very good. Tell Collet not to move in 

until I get there. 

OFFICER: Attention! All of Collet's units to 

Chateau Villette. The suspects Neveu 

and Langdon are likely at that location. 

INT. CASTLE GANDOLFO - NIGHT 

BISHOP: (answers the phone) Aringarosa. 

INT. CHATEAU VILLETTE - NIGHT 

NEVEU: I still don't know why he put you into this. 

And I'm sorry. But... I'm also very glad. 

REMY: You are requested to make yourself at home. 

TEABING: Robert! And you travel with a maiden, 

it seems. 

LANGDON: Sir Leigh Teabing, may I present Miss 

Sophie Neveu. Sophie, Sir Leigh Teabing. 

TEABING: It's an honor to welcome you... even 

though it's late. 

NEVEU: Thank you for having us. I realize it's 

quite late. 

TEABING: So late, mademoiselle, it's almost early. 

What a lovely smile you have. 

Earl Grey? 

LANGDON: Lemon. 

TEABING: Correct. 

EXT. BANK OF THE SEINE - NIGHT 

(a phone rings, and Silas answers) 

SILAS: Chateau Villette. Yes.


TEABING: A dramatic late-night arrival. 

What can an old cripple do for you, Robert? 

LANGDON: We wanna talk about the Priory of Sion. 

TEABING: The keepers? The secret war? 

LANGDON: Sorry for all the mystery. Leigh, I'm into 

something here that I cannot understand. 

TEABING: You? Really? 

LANGDON: Not without your help. 

TEABING: Playing to my vanity, Robert. You should 

be ashamed. 

LANGDON: Not if it works. 

TEABANG: There are always four: The Grand Master 

and the three senechaux... make up the 

primary guardians of the Grail. 

Thank you, Remy. That'll be all for now. 

(cont'd) The Priory's members span our very globe 

itself. 

LANGDON: Philippe de Cherisey exposed that as a hoax 

in 1967. 

TEABING: And that is what they want you to believe. 

The Priory is charged with a single task: 

To protect the greatest secret in modern 

history. 

NEVEU: The source of God's power on earth. 

LANGDON: No, that's a common misunderstanding. 

TEABING: The Priory protects the source of the 

Church's power on earth: The Holy Grail. 

NEVEU: I don't understand. What power? Some 

magic dishes? 

TEABING: Robert. Has he been telling you that the 

Holy Grail is a cup? 

EXT. PARIS - NIGHT 

(a car is running with deadly speed) 


TEABING: The Good Book did not arrive by facsimile 

from heaven. The Bible as we know it was 

finally presided over by one man: The pagan

emperor Constantine. 

NEVEU: I thought Constantine was a Christian. 

TEABING: Oh, hardly, no. He was a lifelong pagan 

who was baptized on his deathbed. 

Constantine was Rome's supreme holy man. 

From time immemorial... his people had 

worshiped a balance between nature's male 

deities and the goddess, or sacred feminine. 

But a growing religious turmoil was gripping 

Rome. 

Three centuries earlier... a young Jew named 

Jesus had come along... preaching love and 

a single God. Centuries after his crucifixion 

Christ's followers had grown exponentially... 

and had started a religious war against the 

pagans. 

LANGDON: Or did the pagans commence war against the 

Christians? Leigh, we can't be sure who 

began the atrocities in that period. 

TEABING: We can at least agree that the conflict grew 

to such proportions that it threatened to 

tear Rome in two. So Constantine may have 

been a lifelong pagan... but he was also a 

pragmatist. And in 325 anno Domini... he 

decided to unify Rome under a single religion, 

Christianity. 

LANGDON: Christianity was on the rise. He didn't 

want his empire torn apart. 

TEABING: And to strengthen this new Christian 

tradition... Constantine held a famous 

ecumenical gathering known as the Council 

of Nicaea. And at this council the many 

sects of Christianity debated and voted 

on, well... everything, from the acceptance 

and rejection of specific gospels... to 

the date for Easter... to the administering 

of the sacraments, and of course... the 

immortality of Jesus. 

NEVEU: I don't follow. 

TEABING: Well, ma chere, until that moment in history 

Jesus was viewed by many of his followers 

as a mighty prophet... as a great and 

powerful man, but a man nevertheless. 

A mortal man. 

NEVEU: Not the Son of God? 

TEABING: Not even his nephew twice removed. 

LANGDON: Constantine did not create Jesus' divinity. 

He simply sanctioned an already widely held 

idea. 

TEABING: Semantics. 

LANGDON: No, it's not semantics. You're interpreting 

facts to support your own conclusions.

TEABING: Fact: For many Christians, Jesus was mortal 

one day and divine the next. 

LANGDON: For some Christians, his divinity was enhanced. 

TEABING: Absurd. There was a formal announcement of 

his promotion. 

LANGDON: They couldn't even agree on the Nicene 

Creed! 

NEBEU: Excuse me. "Who is God, who is man?" 

... How many have been murdered over this 

question? 

TEABING: As long as there has been a one true God... 

there has been killing in his name. 

... Now let me show you the Grail. 

I trust you recognize The Last Supper... 

the great fresco by Leonardo da Vinci. 

Now, my dear, if you would close your eyes. 

LANGDON: Oh, Leigh, save us the parlor tricks. 

TEABING: You asked for my help, I recall. 

Allow an old man his indulgences. 

Now, mademoiselle, where is Jesus sitting? 

NEVEU: In the middle. 

TEABING: Good. He and his disciples are breaking 

bread. And what drink? 

NEVEU: Wine. They drank wine. 

TEABING: Splendid. And one final question: 

How many wineglasses are there on the 

table? 

NEVEU: One? The Holy Grail? 

TEABING: Open your eyes. No single cup. 

No chalice. Well, that's a bit strange, 

isn't it? Considering both the Bible and 

standard Grail legend... celebrate this 

moment as the definitive arrival of the 

Holy Grail. 

Now, Robert, you could be of help to us. 

If you'd be so kind as to show us the 

symbols for man and woman, please. 

LANGDON: No balloon animals. I can make a great 

duck. This is the original icon for male. 

It's a rudimentary phallus. 

(steeples his hands into a pyramid) 

NEVEU: Quite to the point. 

TEABING: Yes, indeed. 

LANGDON: This is known as the blade. It represents 

aggression and manhood. It's a symbol 

still used today in modern military 

uniforms.

TEABING: Yes, the more penises you have, the higher 

your rank. Boys will be boys. 

LANGDON: Now, as you would imagine, the female symbol 

is its exact opposite. This is called the 

chalice. 

(inverts the steeple) 

TEABING: And the chalice resembles a cup or vessel 

or, more importantly... the shape of a 

woman's womb. No, the Grail has never 

been a cup. It is quite literally this 

ancient symbol of womanhood. 

And in this case, a woman who carried a 

secret so powerful that if revealed, it 

would devastate the very foundations of 

Christianity. 

NEVEU: Wait, please. 

You're saying the Holy Grail is a person? 

A woman? 

TEABING: And it turns out, she makes an appearance 

right there. 

NEVEU: But they are all men. 

TEABING: Are they? 

What about that figure on the right hand 

of our Lord seated in the place of honor? 

Flowing red hair. Folded feminine hands. 

Hint of a bosom. No? 

NEVEU: Incroyable. 

TEABING: Pas tout a fait. It's called scotoma. 

The mind sees what it chooses to see. 

NEVEU: Who is she? 

TEABING: My dear, that's Mary Magdalene. 

NEVEU: The prostitute? 

TEABING: She was no such thing. Smeared by the 

Church in 591 anno Domini, poor dear. 

Mary Magdalene was Jesus' wife. 


(Silas gets over the fence) 


LANGDON: This is an old wives' tale. 

TEABING: The original one, in fact. 

LANGDON: There's virtually no empirical proof.

TEABING: He knows as well as I do there's much 

evidence to support it. 

LANGDON: Theories. There are theories. 

TEABING: Notice how Jesus and Mary are clothed. 

Mirror images of each other. 

LANGDON: The mind sees what it chooses to see. 

TEABING: And venturing into the even more bizarre, 

notice how Jesus and Mary appear to be 

joined at the hip and are leaning away 

from each other... as if to create a shape 

in the negative space between them. 

Leonardo gives us the chalice. 

(cont'd) Yes. Oh, and Robert, notice what happens... 

when these two figures change position. 

NEVEU: Just because da Vinci painted it doesn't 

make it true. 

TEABING: No. But history... she does make it true. 

Now, listen to this. It's from the Gospel 

according to Philip. 

NEBEU: Philip? 

TEABING: Yes, it was rejected at the Council of 

Nicaea... along with any other gospels 

that made Jesus appear human and not 

divine. "And the companion of the Savior 

is Mary Magdalene. Christ loved her 

more than all the disciples... and used 

to kiss her on the-- " 

NEBEU: But this says nothing of marriage. 

TEABING: Well, actually... Robert. 

LANGDON: Actually, in those days, the word 

"companion" literally meant "spouse." 

TEABING: And this is from the Gospel of Mary 

Magdalene herself. 

NEBEU: She wrote a gospel? 

LANGDON: She may have. 

TEABING: Robert, will you fight fair? 

LANGDON: She may have. 

TEABING: "And Peter said, 'Did he prefer her to 

us?' And Levi answered: 'Peter, I see you 

contending against a woman like an adversary. 

If the Savior made her worthy, who are you, 

indeed, to reject her?'" 

(cont'd) Yes. And then, my dear, Jesus goes on to 

tell Mary Magdalene... that it's up to her 

to continue his Church. Mary Magdalene, 

not Peter. The Church was supposed to be

NEVEU: "Sangreal." 

carried on by a woman. 

Few realize that Mary was descended from 

kings, just as her husband was. Now, my 

dear, the word in French for Holy Grail. 

TEABING: From the Middle English "Sangreal"... of 

the original Arthurian legend. Now, as 

two words. Can you translate for our 

friend? 

NEVEU: Sang real, it means "royal blood." 

TEABING: When the legend speaks of the chalice that 

held the blood of Christ... it speaks in 

fact of the female womb that carried Jesus' 

royal bloodline. 

NEVEU: But how could Christ have a bloodline, 

unless... ? 

TEABING: Mary was pregnant at the time of the 

Crucifixion. For her own safety and for 

that of Christ's unborn child... she fled 

the Holy Land and came to France. And 

here, it is said, she gave birth to a 

daughter, Sarah. 

NEVEU: They know the child's name. 

LANGDON: A little girl. 

TEABING: Yes. 

LANGDON: If that were true, it's adding insult 

to injury. 

NEVEU: Why? 

LANGDON: The pagans found transcendence through the 

joining of male to female. 

NEVEU: People found God through sex? 

LANGDON: In paganism, women were worshiped as a 

route to heaven... but the modern Church 

has a monopoly on that... in salvation 

through Jesus Christ. 

TEABING: And he who keeps the keys to heaven rules 

the world. 

LANGDON: Women, then, are a huge threat to the Church. 

The Catholic Inquisition soon publishes... 

what may be the most blood-soaked book in 

human history. 

TEABING: The Malleus Maleficarum. 

LANGDON: The Witches' Hammer. 

TEABING: It instructed the clergy on how to locate, 

torture and kill... all freethinking women.

LANGDON: In three centuries of witch hunts... 50,000 

women are captured, burned alive at the stake. 

TEABING: 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. 

LANGDON: Sir Leigh? 

(a sudden buzz from the intercom) 

TEABING: Sometimes I wonder who is serving whom. 

His sauces are not that fantastic. 

(answers the intercom) 

Yes, can I help you? 

REMY: (in the kitchen) 

Yes. They're on the news now. 

NEVEU: Living descendants? Is it possible? 

LANGDON: It's not impossible. 

TEABING: You have not been honest with me. Your 

pictures are on the television. You are 

wanted for four murders! 

LANGDON: That's why Vernet said "killing spree." 

TEABING: You come into my home, playing on my 

passions for the Grail. 

LANGDON: That's why he needed you. 

TEABING: You will leave my house! 

LANGDON: Leigh, listen! 

TEABING: No, I'm calling the police. 

LANGDON: Jacques Sauniere was her grandfather. 

You're the obsessive Priory scholar, Leigh. 

You still keep lists of who might be in 

the Priory? I'll bet Jacques Sauniere 

was on one of those lists. He was on 

your list of who could be Grand Master, 

wasn't he? 

NEVEU: What? 

LANGDON: 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 senechaux 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. 

TEABING: Robert, your ruse is pathetic. 

LANGDON: Not really. 

(shows the keystone) 

TEABING: No, that's impossible. 

Can that really...? Is it the keystone? 

LANGDON: I'll even show it to you, Leigh. Will you 

just tell us what the hell it's for? 


(several DCPJ officers arrive) 

COLLET: Fache says to wait, so I wait. 

COP: What's Fache thinking? The truck is here. 

They're inside. 

INT. CHATEAU VILLETTE GATE - NIGHT 

(Teabing examines the box) 

TEABING: Yes. 

As the legend foretold: "It hides beneath 

the Rose." 

(opens the keystone) Oh, my. 

LANGDON: Leigh. Leigh? 

TEABING: Hm. 

LANGDON: Please. 

TEABING: 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. 

(to Neveu) 

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. 

(hums a tune) 

(cont'd) 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 senechal. A guardian of the Grail right 

here in my own home. 

NEVEU: Tell him, please. I don't know any of this.

LANGDON: Leigh, it's not that simple. She doesn't rem-- 

(suddenly attacked) 

NEVEU: Robert! 

SILAS: (smashes Langdon into the wall) 

Do not move, woman. 

(to Sir Teabing) Cripple. Put the box 

on the table. 

TEABING: What, this trifle? 

Well, perhaps we can make a financial 

arrangement. 

SILAS: Put the keystone on the table. 

TEABING: You will not succeed. Only the worthy can 

unlock the stone. 

(Silas pulls the trigger at Teabing, who 

reluctantly puts the stone on the table. 

Then he slides his cane into Silas's leg. 

Silas falls, his gun firing) 


COLLET: Rip the gate down. 


TEABING: Well, well, my dear. 

NEVEU: (to Langdon) Sit down. Are you okay? 

LANGDON: Yeah, yeah. Are you? 

NEVEU: Yeah. 

TEABING: (to Remy) Yes, well, make yourself useful, 

you French fool. Get something to restrain 

this monster. 

NEVEU: Above the joint. 

TEABING: Fortunately, a dragon most easy to slay. 

He's wearing a cilice. 

NEVEU: A what? 

TEABING: Well, look. 

LANGDON: Inflicts pain so he can suffer as Christ 

suffered. 

TEABING: Opus Dei. 

LANGDON: Fache is Opus Dei. The policeman who's 

chasing us. He wears the Cross in the 

World.

NEVEU: Robert. 

(on a security monitor the gate, attached 

by chains to police cars, is coming down) 

TEABING: Well, I must say, you two are anything 

but dull. 

LANGDON: Leigh? You want what's in this box? 

We need a way out of here. 

TEABING: Well, actually... I do have a plane. 

(Collet and his men burst in, guns drawn, 

and mount the stairs) 

NEVEU (voice): Robert! Where do we go? 

LANGDON (voice): Come along. 

In here. Come in. 

Over here. 

Get the door. Hurry. 

Over here. Over here. Sophie. 

Watch out! 

Be careful. 

Come, Rem-- 

COLLET: Shit. 

LANGDON: Easy. 

LANGDON: Jesus! 

TEABING: Apropos. 

(the voices come from a speaker set into 

the wall) 

(below, a Range Rover is flying out of 

the barn towards the forest beyond) 

(the police chase them) 

(a growl of rage as Silas tries to free 

himself) 

TEABING: I can't imagine what your complaint is. 

I'd be within my rights to shoot you and 

let you rot in my woods! 

LANGDON: Put that away. We might need him. 

TEABING: Better. 

NEVEU: Opus Dei. What is it? 

LANGDON: A conservative Catholic sect. 

Opus Dei is a prelature to the Vatican. 

NEVEU: You're saying the Vatican is killing people 

for this box? 

TEABING: 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. 

NEVEU: That's insane. 

TEABING: Is it? 

What if the world discovers that the greatest 

story ever told is actually a lie? 

LANGDON: The Vatican faces a crisis of faith 

unprecedented. 

REMY: I've got a signal now, sir. It's ringing. 

(hands the phone to Teabing) 

TEABING: 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. 

EXT. CHATEAU VILLETTE - NIGHT 

FACHE: What the hell do you mean, you lost them? 

Collet. 

COLLET: Captain, 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? Bezu-- 

COP: Interpol just registered a new flight plan 

from Le Bourget. 

FACHE: Stay out of my way on this, Collet. 

INT. HAWKER 731, TAXIING - NIGHT 

NEVEU: (to Silas) Did you kill Jacques Sauniere? 

Did you kill Jacques Sauniere? 

SILAS: I am the messenger of God. 

NEVEU: Did you kill my grandfather? 

SILAS: I am the messenger... 

(Neveu slaps him hard, in the face) 

SILAS: Each breath you take is a sin. No shadow 

will be safe again. For you will be 

hunted by angels.

NEVEU: You believe in God? Your God doesn't 

forgive murderers. He burns them. 

LANGDON: Sophie. 

INT. CASTLE GANDOLFO - NIGHT 

BISHOP: The Teacher will be pleased. 

PREFECT: What will you do once you have the Grail? 

BISHOP: Destroy it. 

The documents and the sarcophagus, of course. 

PREFECT: And the heir? 

Will you exercise the final edict? Spill his 

blood? 

BISHOP: There will be no need. Once the sarcophagus 

is destroyed, DNA testing will be impossible. 

There is no way to prove a living bloodline. 

PREFECT: But if you had to... would you do as councils 

have done before us? 

BISHOP: Christ... Christ sacrificed his life for 

the betterment of humanity. So, too, may 

be the fate of his seed. 

INT. LE BOURGET AIRFIELD - NIGHT 

LACHE: I need the flight plan. 

CONTROLLER; Ten minutes. 

LACHE: I asked you to get it for me. 

CONTROLLER: I'm on break. Come back in 10 minutes. 

(Lache smashes him in the face) 

CONTROLLER: My nose! My nose! 

LACHE: The flight plan, please. 

CONTROLLER: You asshole! 

LACHE: Please. 

INT. HAWKER 731 - FLYING 

(Lache savagely kicks him) 

(Teabing works the cryptex) 

TEABING: It's not "cross." "Spear"?

NEVEU: What happened to her? 

TEABING: 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. 

(cont'd) 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. 

(Langdon picks up the box and inspects the 

sharp graphite with his pencil) 

TEABING: What are you doing? 

LANGDON: At the chateau, you said, "It hides beneath 

the Rose." 

TEABING: No, no, no. Do be careful. 

LANGDON: In Latin, sub rosa. Literal translation... 

"Beneath the rose." 

(a small section of wood falls onto the table) 

LANGDON: We need a mirror. 

TEABING: Backwards. In the style of Leonardo himself. 

LANGDON: Thank you. 

(reads) 

"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" 

TEABING: "In London lies a knight a Pope interred"? 

LANGDON: A knight whose funeral was presided over 

by the Pope. 

TEABING: Of course, the Priory knights were not 

just any knights. Templars. And there's 

just one place to bury a Templar knight 

in London. 

LANGDON: Temple Church. 

TEABING: Temple Church. If you'll excuse me, my 

dear... Roger and I must discuss a change 

in flight plan. 

LANGDON: Leigh. 

Harboring and transporting fugitives? 

You are already implicated enough. 

TEABING: 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. 

INT. LE BOURGET AIRFIELD - DAWN 

COLLET: I suppose this is a new technique for 

investigations. 

FACHE: I've lost them. They flew to Switzerland. 

No extradition. 

COLLET: The controller filed charges. Ari was on 

dispatch. He called me. 

... What's going on, Bezu? 

FACHE: You know that I am Opus Dei? 

COLLET: Yes. 

FACHE: 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? 

COLLET: They've changed their flight plan to London. 

EXT. BIGGIN HILL AIRPORT, LONDON - DAY 

(a young captain leads several squad cars) 

CAPTAIN: I have them, tower. Relay Hawker to land 

and hold on tarmac. 

(the Hawker heads towards a hanger, and it 

is still 500 yards ahead as it vanishes into 

the hanger) 

POLICE: 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! 

TEABING: 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?

CAPTAIN: Sir, the French police say you're transporting 

fugitives and you may have a hostage onboard. 

I'm to take you all into custody. 

TEABING: Sadly, I have an important medical appointment 

which I can't miss. 

REMY: I'll fetch the car, sir. 

CAPTAIN: This is serious, sir. The French police are 

on their way. 

(to Remy) Stop! 

TEABING: 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. 

CAPTAIN: Search the plane. 

POLICEMAN: All right. 

REMY: I could run them over. 

(the captain emerges from the jet) 

CAPTAIN: Bad tip. 

... Let him go. 

TEABING: The French cannot be trusted. 

TEABING: (to the backseat) Everyone comfy? 

Biscuits? 

LANGDON: They didn't notice anything? 

TEABING: Well, people rarely notice things right 

in front of their eyes, don't you find? 

FLASHBACK 

(Just before the police arrived, Langdon 

and Neveu, urging Silas, had hurriedly 

moved fron the jet to Teabing's car) 

INT. CASTLE GANDOLFO - MORNING 

TEACHER: (over the phone) 

Do you have the bonds, bishop? 

BISHOP: Yes, I do, Teacher. 

TEACHER: I have chosen an Opus Dei residence for 

the exchange. 

BISHOP: I am honored. 

TEACHER: By the time you get to London, I will have 

the Grail.

PREFECT: Remember, if we are discovered by the 

Vatican, we are excommunicated. 

So should anything go wrong... 

BISHOP: Yes, I know, I know. 

This council does not exist. 

As it never has. 

PREFECT: Old friend. Heaven protect you. 

EXT. LONDON - DAY 

TEABING: Keep an eye out for the police. 

I must say, Robert, I'm quite impressed... 

by the way you withstood my little airplane. 

(cont'd) (to Neveu) Did he never tell you? When he 

was a boy, young Robert fell into a well. 

(to Robert) How old were you? 

LANGDON: Seven. 

TEABING: Treading water all night long, screaming 

his lungs out... to the echoes screaming 

back. When they found him, he was nearly 

catatonic. 

LANGDON: (remembers) Help! 

It was a long time ago. 

TEABING) Oh, now, now, Robert. 

You above all people shouldn't be one to 

dismiss the influence of the past. 

NEVEU: Tell me, why has the Priory kept the Grail 

location secret all these years? 

TEABING: 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. 

INT. TEMPLE CHURCH - MORNING 

TEABING: Hello? 

(no answers) 

NEVEU: Why do they make them so scary? 

Oh, it's cold. 

LANGDON: "In London lies a knight|a Pope interred." 

So which tomb has an orb? 

TEABING: Two wear tunics over their armor... and two 

have full-length robes. 

LANGDON: 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? 

TEABING: Maybe. Over here, see. 

LANGDON: These aren't tombs. 

TEABING: What? Yes, of course they are. 

LANGDON: No. They're effigies. 

TEABING: What? 

LANGDON: Not tombs. There's no bodies here. 

NEVEU: This place is wrong. 

Can we go now? We should go. 

LANGDON: Sophie! No! 

(suddenly Silas makes a dash at her) 

SILAS: (drags Neveu backwards, a knife to her throat) 

Where is the keystone? 

Do not test me! 

LANGDON: Let her go! Don't hurt her. 

SILAS: Give me the keystone! Give it to me! 

LANGDON: Here! Here! Here it is! Here it is. 

Just let her go, and you and I can... 

We'll come to some agreement. 

TEABING: Remy. 

LANGDON: Remy. No, no, no. No, put it away. 

Put it away. They're too close together. 

You don't have a clear shot. 

REMY: Yes, I do. 

(Remy levels a gun at Langdon) 

TEABING: What do you think you're doing? 

(Remy takes the keystone) 

REMY: Thank you, professor. For a moment, 

this was getting complicated. 

TEABING: Oh, this is absurd. Oh, for God's sake, 

man! 

REMY: (backhands Teabing across the mouth) 

That was satisfying. I'm glad this bullshit 

is over. 

(to Silas) Throw Teabing in the trunk. 

TEABING: What? 

(Silas lets Neveu go)

LANGDON: (to Neveu) Here. You okay? 

REMY: (pointing a gun at Langdon) Sorry. 

(two doves noisily fly away; then Sophie 

and Langdon run away) 

(Silas puts Teabing into the trunk) 

LANGDON: I don't think he's following. 

They won't kill Leigh until they find the 

Grail. 

NEVEU: So we have to find it before they do. 

LANGDON: I have to get to a library, fast. 

EXT. TEABING'S CAR - ROADSIDE - DAY 

(Remy drives) 

REMY: He once whined to me about the wasted 

space of so large a trunk. Let's see 

if he complains so now. 

SILAS: Are you the Teacher? 

REMY: I am. 

Superbly done. You've been of great 

service. 

SILAS: The cryptex has yet to be opened. I can 

still serve. 

REMY: You've done enough. 

We cannot let ego deter us from our goal. 

SILAS: I understand. 

REMY: Good. 

(cont'd) Wait here, at this house of Opus Dei, and 

you will be rewarded. I will dispose of 

the old man. Bless you, Silas. 

SILAS: Teacher. 

REMY: (gives a kiss to Silas) 

Christ be with you. 

EXT. ON THE BUS - DAY 

LANGDON: We're at least a half-hour to Chelsea 

Library. If we're gonna help Leigh, 

that's too long. 

NEVEU: (rises from her seat) 

LANGDON: Where you going?

NEVEU: Getting you a library card. 

(to a passenger holding a Treo) Excuse me. 

May I sit next to you? 

PASSENGER: Yeah, sure. 

NEVEU: Thank you. That's great. 

(beckons Robert to her side) 

PASSENGER: Didn't say you had a boyfriend. 

LANGDON: 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. 

EXT. WHARF - DAY 

REMY: Your precious treasure was almost lost, 

and with it, my fortune. 

(receives high rewards) 

Can you believe how well I did? I even 

convinced the monk. I should be in theatre. 

(receives a bottle of whisky) 

(cont'd) A toast to our success, Teacher. The end 

of the journey is near. Your identity 

shall go with me to the grave. 

EXT. ON THE BUS - DAY 

PASSENGER: (to Robert) 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. 

LANGDON: "A. Pope." 

(to Neveu) Your grandfather was a genius. 

Come on. 

EXT. WHARF - DAY 

(Remy suffering a severe pain dies) 

POLICE: Emergency. Which service do you require? 

TEABING: (over the phone) 

I know the location of two murderers wanted 

by French police. 

POLICEWOMAN: We've just had a 999 call. Triangulation 

leads back to Docklands. Caller was male. 

Claimed your two murderers are hiding at

EXT. STREET - DAY 

an Opus Dei house. 

LANGDON: 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. 

NEVEU: But if he offended the Catholic Church... 

the Pope would be the last person to preside 

over his funeral. 

LANGDON: 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? 

NEVEU: Here. 

(the two enter Westminster Abbey) 

LANGDON: Yes. Isaac Newton's tomb. 

NEVEU: An orb. 

LANGDON: Yes. Which one? It's not possible to tell 

if a particular orb is missing. 

NEVEU: "An orb with Rosy flesh and seeded womb." 

LANGDON: 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? 

NEVEU: Robert. These tracks. Look at the cane 

marks in the dust. Teabing was here. 

He was alone. 

(a figure emerges from behind the tomb) 

TEABING: 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. 

(to Neveu) But you... You have a reason to 

be here. You're the last remaining guardian 

of the Grail. Your grandfather and the other 

senechaux would not have lied with dying 

breath... unless they knew their secret was 

preserved. 

NEVEU: How could you know Sauniere's last words? 

LANGDON: Leigh.

TEABING: Grail quests require sacrifice. 

NEVEU: You are a murderer. 

TEABING: No. No. Robert, tell her. 

When history is written, murderers are heroes. 

NEVEU: You self-righteous bastard! 

LANGDON: We need to just walk away. 

TEABING: No, don't. Don't. 

LANGDON: Walk away. 

TEABING: I'll do what I have to now. Anything. 

Do you understand? So now... can't we all 

be friends again? This way. 

INT. OPUS DEI HOUSE - DAY 

INT. WESTMINSTER ABBEY 

(Silas sees a police car pulling up) 

(the bishop, Aringarosa, arrives) 

TEABING: I'm going to put this gun down. I only 

want you both to listen. 

LANGDON: I'm listening now. 

TEABING: 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. 

EXT. OPUS DEI HOUSE 

POLICE: Armed police! 

(Silas sprints down the service stairs) 

(Silas shoots a policeman down) 

POLICE: Drop your weapon! 

BISHOP: Stop, Silas! 

(Silas shoots another and the third, but 

he is shot in the shoulder) 

(by mistake he shoots Bishop) 

BISHOP: We are betrayed, my son.


TEABING: The living heir must be revealed. 

Jesus must be shown for what he was. 

Not miraculous, simply man. 


BISHOP: (to Silas) I'm sorry. 


Drop your weapon! Drop it! Drop it! 

Put it down now! Put it down! 

SILAS: I am a ghost. 


(when he holds the gun up, Silas is shot 

by many cops) 

TEABING: The dark con can be exposed. Mankind can 

finally be set free, and we can do it, 

Robert. The three of us. 


BISHOP: How is Silas? 

Is he-- ? Is he alive? 

FACHE: The monk? 

Bishop, how would you know this killer's 

name? 

BISHOP: Get me out of here, Fache. 

FACHE: Wait. 

Langdon never came to you in confession, 

did he? One of your followers called you 

about the crime-scene photos. 

BISHOP: I cannot be implicated here. There are 

still important works to be done. 

FACHE: You used me. 

BISHOP: God uses us all. Help me, Fache. 

FACHE: Take him. 

(Bishop is put onto the ambulance) 

FACHE: (to his men) Did you get his cell phone?

AGENT: Yes, sir. 

FACHE: I'm going to need a trace. 

(to Bishop) Your Silas is dead. 


TEABING: 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." 

LANGDON: Why don't you and I-- 

TEABING: No. Robert, no words. On your knees. 

Do it. No, I mean it. Down. 

(to Neveu) 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. 

(taking the cryptex out) 

You know the answer to this riddle. Open 

the cryptex, and I'll put down the gun. 

(rolls it towards her) 

NEVEU: I have no idea how. I don't know the code. 

And even if I did, I wouldn't tell you. 

TEABING: 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. 

LANGDON: Leigh, you can't just... 

TEABING: Open the cryptex. 

NEVEU: I don't know how. 

TEABING: Open it or he dies. 

NEVEU: I swear, I don't know. 

TEABING: Do it! Do it! 

LANGDON: Stop it! 

NEVEU: I don't know!

LANGDON: Stop it! 

She can't do it, Leigh. 

... But give me a moment. 

TEABING: Robert. 

(Langdon lifts the cryptex) 

TEABING: What are you doing? 

LANGDON: Shh. Please. 

(tries to open it, but fails) 

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. 

(suddenly launches the keystone up) 

TEABING: No! 

(stretches arms to grab it in midair, but 

it hits the floor and vinegar spills) 

NEVEU: No, Robert! 

TEABING: (shaking the cryptex) No! No. 

(Neveu gets the gun) 

TEABING: Oh, the map. It's ruined. 

The map is ruined. The Grail. 

It's lost. The Grail is gone. 

LANGDON: Only the worthy find the Grail, Leigh. 

You taught me that. 

(the doors swing open) 


Drop it! Drop your weapon! 

Put the gun down. 

Put the gun down. 

(Neveu puts the gun on the floor) 

FACHE: That one. The old man. 

You're under arrest! 

OFFICER: 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. 

FACHE: (to Teabing) 

I'll have some questions for you. 

EXT. WESTMINSTER ABBEY 

TEABING: 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? 

(Teabing's eyes change) 

(cont'd) 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! 

(the door slams) 

LANGDON: 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. 

(shows a narrow scroll of papyrus) 

(reads) 

(cont'd) "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." 

(cont'd) I think I know where she's gone. I think 

the Grail has gone home. 

EXT. ROSSLYN CHAPEL - PARKING AREA - LATE DAY 

(Langdon and Sophie emerge from the car) 

LANGDON: Built by the Templars themselves. 

Named for the original Rose Line. 

Rosslyn Chapel. 

NEVEU: So this is it. The gift at the end. 

LANGDON: "The Holy Grail 'neath ancient Roslin 

waits." 

NEVEU: You never told me the joke Sauniere made 

of you. What was it? 

LANGDON: He called me a flatfoot. A beat cop of 

history. Oh, a dumb policeman -- who just 

does his job day after day -- of history. 

NEVEU: You know, his father was one. A policeman. 

Sauniere said he was the most honorable 

man he had ever known. We are who we 

protect, I think. What we stand up for. 

(they have come to the old wooden door. 

they push inside) 

LANGDON: Jewish... Christian, Egyptian... 

Masonic, pagan... Templar crosses...

pyramids. 

NEVEU: I think I've been here before. 

A very long time ago. 

(she recollects) 

LANGDON: Sophie. 

Over here. 

Mother: Sophie. 

Come along, Sophie. 

NEVEU: "The blade and chalice guarding o'er 

her gates." 

LANGDON: Pagan symbols for male and female. 

NEVEU: Fused as one. 

LANGDON: As the pagans would have wanted. 

DOCENT: We're about to close, I'm afraid. 

LANGDON: (drops a few euros in the collection box) 

We're just gonna be a moment. 

NEVEU: Robert. 

LANGDON: "Adorned in masters' loving art, she lies." 

NEVEU: "She rests at last beneath the starry skies." 

(they turn over the carpet) 

LANGDON: The fleur-de-lis. 

NEVEU: She was here. 

LANGDON: Her sarcophagus. 

NEVEU: Mary Magdalene. 

LANGDON: The Holy Grail herself. 

She was here. 

NEVEU: Where did she go? Did the Church finally 

get her? 

EXT. ROSSLYN CHAPEL 

(maybe ten cars. The last men and women 

are heading into the church. The docent 

bolts the door shut) 

INT. ROSSLYN CHAPEL - SECRET LIBRARY 

LANGDON: 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? 

NEVEU: What did he want from us? To find her 

sarcophagus? How was I ever supposed 

to figure all this out? 

LANGDON: When you and your grandfather fought... 

was it something about your past? 

NEVEU: How could you know that? 

LANGDON: About how your parents died? 

Sophie? 

NEVEU: It was during primary school. I was in 

his library. Doing research. I was trying 

to find out about my family. 

(recollects) 

Sauniere: Sophie, where are you, princess? 

(cont'd) 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. 

Sauniere: I told you, no. 

Sophie: But why can't I? 

He stood over me... and he wouldn't let me 

leave. 

Sauniere: They're dead. Dead and buried. 

Never look for them, Sophie. 

Promise me. Swear it! Swear 

it to me! 

(cont'd) 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. 

LANGDON: Do you have any memories of your grandfather 

before the accident? Before your parents 

were killed? 

NEVEU: Yeah. No. I don't know. Why? 

LANGDON: Because I don't think he was your grandfather. 

NEVEU: These are my parents. 

My brother. 

LANGDON: 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 

Sauniere. It's Saint-Clair. It's one 

of the oldest families in France. It's 

from a line of the Merovingian kings. 

NEVEU: Quoi? ... Sang real.

LANGDON: Royal blood. I was so wrong. Sauniere 

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. 

SPHIE: Non. 

LANGDON: 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. 

LANGDON: What is this? 

WOMAN: Sophie? 

LANGDON: Who are you? 

(they return to the sanctuary, where maybe 

twenty people are wating for them) 

WOMAN: 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 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. 

EXT. ROSSYLN CHAPEL 

LANGDON: Hey. 

NEVEU: She has some things she wants to tell me. 

About my family. 

LANGDON: What will you do? 

The legend will be revealed when the heir 

reveals himself. 

NEVEU: They just got the pronoun wrong. 

She said when Sauniere 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? 

LANGDON: 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. 

(cont'd) 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? 

NEVEU: Like turning water into wine? 

LANGDON: 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. 

NEVEU: And maybe you're a knight on a Grail quest. 

LANGDON: 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. 

NEVEU: Thank you. For bringing me here. 

For letting him choose you... 

Sir Robert. 

LANGDON: You take care. 

NEVEU: Yes. 

NEVEU: Hey. 

(they embrace each other, and leave there) 

(puts her foot on the surface of the water) 

NEVEU: Nope. 

Maybe I'll do better with the wine. 

LANGDON: Godspeed. 

INT. RITZ HOTEL - NIGHT 

LANGDON: Bloodline. 

(when shaving, he carelessly cuts himself 

on the cheek) 

(goes to read his book "SACRED FEMININE") 

(cont'd) Bloodline. Rose Line. 

"Hides beneath the Rose."

EXT. LOUBRE MUSEUM - NIGHT 

(Langdon, dressed, hurries down the street) 

LANGDON: "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." 

(as he goes down on his knees, Camera drops 

through glass, and empty space, through the 

tiny pyramid below, revealed as the tip of a 

giant pyramid-shaped cavern) 

(a single sarcophagus. Mary's final resting 

place) 

FINAL FADE TO BLACK

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