Inspector, I can't afford the time
to indulge your games.
I'm late and I'm leaving.
If it's so important
for you to stop us...
...then you're just going
to have to shoot us.
You can start with him.
Search the plane.
All right.
I could run them over.
Bad tip.
Let him go.
The French cannot be trusted.
Everyone comfy?
Biscuits?
They didn't notice anything?
Well, people rarely notice things right
in front of their eyes, don't you find?
Do you have the bonds, bishop?
Yes, I do, Teacher.
I have chosen an Opus Dei
residence for the exchange.
I am honoured.
By the time you get to London,
I will have the Grail.
Remember, if we are discovered by
the Vatican, we are excommunicated.
- So should anything go wrong...
- Yes, I know, I know.
This council does not exist.
As it never has.
Old friend. Heaven protect you.
Keep an eye out for the police.
I must say, Robert,
I'm quite impressed...
...by the way you withstood
my little aeroplane.
Did he never tell you?
When he was a boy,
young Robert fell into a well.
How old were you?
Seven.
Treading water all night long,
screaming his lungs out...
...to the echoes screaming back.
When they found him,
he was nearly catatonic.
Help!
It was a long time ago.
Oh, now, now, Robert.
You above all people shouldn't be one
to dismiss the influence of the past.
Tell me, why has the Priory kept the
Grail location secret all these years?
I don't know.
Some say the Priory wait
for the heir to reveal himself...
...which is especially odd...
...since legend suggests he may not
know his own true identity.
Hello?
Why do they make them so scary?
Oh, it's cold.
"In London lies a knight
a Pope interred."
So which tomb has an orb?
Two wear tunics over their armour...
...and two have full-length robes.
Two are grasping swords.
And one... Two are praying.
This one has his arms at his sides.
Oh, and this poor fellow
has almost disappeared entirely.
I don't see any orb
that ought be on a tomb.
"Ought be on his tomb."
Are we looking for a missing orb?
Maybe. Over here, see.
These aren't tombs.
- What? Yes, of course they are.
- No.
- They're effigies.
- What?
Not tombs. There's no bodies here.
This place is wrong.
Can we go now? We should go.
Sophie! No!
Where is the keystone?
Do not test me!
- Let her go!
- Don't hurt her.
Give me the keystone! Give it to me!
Here! Here! Here it is! Here it is.
Just let her go, and you and I can...
We'll come to some agreement.
Remy.
Remy. No, no, no. No, put it away.
Put it away. They're too close together.
You don't have a clear shot.
- Yes, I do.
- What do you think you're doing?
Thank you, professor. For a moment,
this was getting complicated.
Oh, this is absurd.
Oh, for God's sake, man!
That was satisfying.
I'm glad this bullshit is over.
Throw Teabing in the trunk.
What?
Here. You okay?
Sorry.
I don't think he's following.
They won't kill Leigh
until they find the Grail.
- So we have to find it before they do.
- I have to get to a library, fast.
He once whined to me about the
wasted space of so large a trunk.
Let's see if he complains so now.
Are you the Teacher?
I am.
Superbly done.
You've been of great service.
The cryptex has yet to be opened.
I can still serve.
You've done enough.
We cannot let ego
deter us from our goal.
I understand.
Good.
Wait here, at this house of Opus Dei,
and you will be rewarded.
I will dispose of the old man.
Bless you, Silas.
Teacher.
Christ be with you.
We're at least a half-hour
to Chelsea Library.
If we're gonna help Leigh,
that's too long.
Where you going?
Getting you a library card.
Excuse me. May I sit next to you?
- Yeah, sure.
- Thank you.
That's great.
Didn't say you had a boyfriend.
Thanks.
Let's see if we can access
the database on this.
"In London lies a knight
a Pope interred."
Compounding keywords:
Knight, Pope, Grail.
Your precious treasure was
almost