detain you
for months while he builds a case.
And by then whatever Sauniиre
wanted you to tell me will be useless.
Stop it! Just stop!
Who are you?
Look at the letters.
"P.S."
P.S., postscript.
"Princesse Sophie." Silly, I know.
But I was only a girl
when I lived with him.
Jacques Sauniиre
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.
Fache was never gonna let me
just stroll out of here, was he?
No.
If we are to get away from here,
we must find another way.
What exactly do you propose?
Sauniиre was reading his book.
"Blood trail."
Excuse me, captain.
We have a problem.
Headquarters didn't send
Sophie Neveu.
What?
Captain, look at this.
He jumped!
Shit.
He's moving again. And fast.
He must be in a car.
He's going south
on Pont du Carrousel.
Bastard.
That cop will check
the whole lower floor.
I will only take a moment.
Of course.
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.
- Wait a minute.
- Professor?
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.
An anagram.
You have eidetic memory?
Not quite. But I can pretty much
remember what I see.
Anagram is right.
"O, Draconian devil. Oh, lame saint"
becomes:
"Leonardo da Vinci.
The Mona Lisa."
Professor, the Mona Lisa
is right over here.
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? Get him on the radio!
Her smile is in
the lower spatial frequencies.
The horizon is significantly lower
on the left than it is on the right.
Why?
Well, see, she appears larger
from the left than on the right.
Historically, the left was female,
the right was male.
There. Blood.
Hey.
"So dark the con of man."
No. It doesn't say that.
Is it another anagram?
Can you break it?
Professor, hurry. Hurry!
Moon. Sermon. Charms.
Demons. Omens. Codes.
Monks. Ranks. Rocks.
Madonna of the Rocks.
Da Vinci.
Careful. Careful.
This can't be this. The fleur-de-lis.
It was Sauniиre's.
I remember finding it once
when I was a girl.
He'd promised
he'd give it to me one day.
Have you ever heard
those words before, Sophie?
"So dark the con of man"?
No. Have you?
When you were a child, were you
aware of any secret gatherings?
Anything ritualistic in nature?
Meetings your grandfather
would've wanted k ept secret?
Was there ever any talk of something
called the Priory of Sion?
The what? Why are you
asking these things?
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."
But what secret?
The Priory of Sion protects
the source of God's power on earth.
I can't do this by myself.
I'm in enough trouble as it is.
That's my embassy.
Please.
Even if we could get out of this...
Okay.
No, no, no. You're not gonna make it.
You're not gonna make it!
Well, that was...
We need to get out of sight.
Christ, give me strength.
You are a ghost.
Christ, give me strength.
Stealing in a house of God!
You are an angel.
Christ, give me strength.
You have powerful friends.
Bishop Aringarosa
has been kind to me.
I could not miss this