Robert Langdon: This is the original icon for male. It's a rudimentary phallus.

Sophie Neveu: Quite to the point.

Sir Leigh Teabing: Yes, indeed.

Robert Langdon: This is know as the blade. It represents aggression and manhood. It's a symbol still used today in modern military uniforms.

Sir Leigh Teabing: Yes, the more penises you have, the higher your rank. Boys will be boys.

Robert Langdon: Nobody hates history. They hate their own histories.

Sophie Neveu: She has some things... she wants to tell me. About my family.

Robert Langdon: What will you do? The legend will be revealed when the heir reveals himself.

Sophie Neveu: They just got the pronoun wrong. She said when Saunière 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?

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. 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. And 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 be capable of all those miracles?

Sophie Neveu: Like turning water into wine?

Robert 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 my hands.

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

Robert 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 my hands.

Sophie Neveu: Thank you. For bringing me here. For letting him choose you, Sir Robert.

Robert Langdon: You take care.

Sophie Neveu: Yes.

[They hug, Robert kisses Sophie on the forehead and they both walk away from each other]

Sophie Neveu: Hey.

[Sophie walks up to a nearby pond, sticks out a foot to see if she can walk on it and fails]

Sophie Neveu: Nope. Maybe I'll do better with the wine.

Robert Langdon: [smiles] Godspeed.

Sir Leigh Teabing: It's called scotoma. The mind sees what it choses to see.

Robert Langdon: [reading] "The Holy Grail 'neath ancient Roslin waits / The blade and chalice guarding o'er Her gates / Adorned by masters' loving art, She lies / She rests at last beneath the starry skies."

[Langdon is speaking into the intercom at the gate of Teabing's house]

Sir Leigh Teabing: Robert! Do I owe you money?

Robert Langdon: Leigh... my friend... care to, uh, care to open up for an old colleague?

Sir Leigh Teabing: Of course.

Robert Langdon: Thank you.

[Sophie goes to shut the car door]

Sir Leigh Teabing: But first, a test of honor. Three questions.

Robert Langdon: [somewhat annoyed] Fire away.

Sir Leigh Teabing: Your first. Shall I serve coffee or tea?

Robert Langdon: Tea, of course.

Sir Leigh Teabing: Excellent. Second. Milk or lemon?

Sophie Neveu: Milk?

Robert Langdon: That would depend on the tea.

Sir Leigh 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?

Robert Langdon: Surely such a travesty has never occurred.

Sir Leigh Teabing: Your heart is true. You may pass.

Robert 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.

Robert Langdon: [reading] "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."

Sophie 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.

Robert Langdon: I've never met a girl who knew *that* much about a cryptex.

Sophie Neveu: Saunière made one for me once.

Robert Langdon: My grandfather... gave me a wagon.

Captain Bezu Fache: You used me.

Bishop Aringarosa: God uses us all.

Sir Leigh Teabing: [to Sophie] 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.

Sophie Neveu: We are who we protect, I think. What we stand up for.

Sir Leigh Teabing: The Good Book did not arrive by facsimile from heaven.

Sir Leigh Teabing: And he who keeps the keys to Heaven rules the world.

Sophie Neveu: Maybe there is something about this Priory of Sion.

Robert 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.

Sophie Neveu: But the Templars were created to protect the Holy Land.

Robert 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.

Sophie Neveu: Did they find it, this buried treasure?

Robert 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. 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.

Sophie Neveu: Friday the 13th.

Robert 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.

Sophie Neveu: What artifact? I've never heard about any of this.

Robert Langdon: Yes, you have. Almost everyone on earth has. You just know it as the Holy Grail.

Silas: Job 38, verse 11. Do you know it, Sister?

Sister Sandrine: Job 38:11."Hitherto shalt thou come, but no further."

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

Sir Leigh Teabing: As long as there has been... one true God, there has been killing in his name.

Sophie Neveu: [rips the tape off Silas's mouth] Did you kill Jacques Saunière?

[no answer]

Sophie Neveu: Did you kill Jacques Saunière?

Silas: I am the messenger of God.

Sophie Neveu: [slaps him across the face] Did you kill my grandfather?

Silas: I am the messenger...

[Sophie slaps him again]

Silas: Each breath you take is a sin. No shadow will be safe again. For you will be hunted by angels.

Sophie Neveu: You believe in God? Your God doesn't forgive murderers... He burns them.

Bishop Aringarosa: [to Silas after being shot] We are betrayed, my son.

Sir Leigh Teabing: And this is from the gospel of Mary Magdalene herself.

Sophie Neveu: She wrote a gospel?

Robert Langdon: She may have.

Sir Leigh Teabing: Robert, will you fight fair?

Robert Langdon: She *may* have.

[last lines]

Robert Langdon: [narrating] "She rests at last beneath starry skies."

Robert Langdon: This is an old wives' tale.

Sir Leigh Teabing: The original one, in fact.

Sir Leigh Teabing: If it's so important for you to stop us, then you're just going to have to shoot us.

[nods to indicate Remy]

Sir Leigh Teabing: You can start with him.

Sophie Neveu: So dark the con of man...

Bishop Aringarosa: [speaking Spanish to Silas] You are an angel.

Sophie Neveu: Who is she?

Sir Leigh Teabing: My dear, that's Mary Magdalene.

Sophie Neveu: The prostitute?

Sir Leigh Teabing: [insulted] She was no such thing. Smeared by the Church in 591 anno Domini. Poor dear. Mary Magdalene was Jesus' wife.

Robert Langdon: Sophie... you *are* the secret.

Remy Jean: [to Teabing while the police search the plane] I could run them over.

Sophie Neveu: [telephone message] 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.

Silas: [while dying] I am a ghost.

Robert Langdon: Constantine did not create Jesus' divinity. He simply sanctioned an already widely-held idea.

Sir Leigh Teabing: Semantics.

Robert Langdon: No, it's not semantics. You're... you're interpreting facts to support your own conclusions.

Sir Leigh Teabing: Fact: for many Christians, Jesus was mortal one day and divine the next.

Robert Langdon: For some Christians, his divinity was enhanced.

Sir Leigh Teabing: Oh, absurd. There was even a formal announcement of his promotion.

Robert Langdon: They couldn't even agree on the Nicene Creed!

Robert Langdon: Have you ever heard those words before, Sophie, "so dark the con of man"?

Sophie Neveu: No. Have you?

Robert Langdon: When you were a child, were you aware of any secret gatherings? Anything ritualistic in nature? Meetings your grandfather would have wanted kept secret? Was there ever any talk of something called the Priory of Sion?

Sophie Neveu: The what? Why are you asking these things?

Robert Langdon: The Priory of Sion is a myth. One of the world's oldest and most secret societies with leaders like, uh, 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."

Sophie Neveu: But what secret?

Robert Langdon: The Priory of Sion protects the source of God's power on Earth.

Robert Langdon: Now, as you can imagine, the female symbol is its exact opposite. This is called the chalice.

Sir Leigh 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.

Sophie Neveu: Wait, please. You're saying the Holy Grail is a person? A woman?

Sir Leigh Teabing: [indicating "The Last Supper"] And it turns out, she makes an appearance right there.

Sophie Neveu: Hmm. But they are all men.

Sir Leigh Teabing: Are they? What about that figure on the right hand of our Lord seated in the place of honor, hmm? Flowing red hair. Folded feminine hands. Hint of a bosom, no?

Robert Langdon: The Vitruvian Man. It's one of Leonardo da Vinci's most famous sketches.

Captain Bezu Fache: And the star on his skin?

Robert Langdon: A pentacle.

Captain Bezu Fache: And its meaning?

Robert Langdon: The pentacle is a pagan religious icon.

Captain Bezu Fache: Devil worship.

Robert Langdon: No. No, no, no, no. No. The pentacle before that. This is a symbol for Venus. It represents the female half of all things...

Captain Bezu Fache: You are telling me that, uh, Sauniere's last act on Earth was to draw a goddess symbol on his chest? Why?

Robert Langdon: Captain Fache, obviously, I can't tell you why. I can tell you he, as well as anyone, knows the meaning of this symbol, and it has nothing to do with worshipping the devil.

Sir Leigh Teabing: Did that old cannabis charge finally catch up with me?

[first lines]

Silas: Stop now. Tell me where it is.

[removes hood]

Silas: You and your brethren possess what is not rightfully yours.

Jacques Saunière: I... I don't know what you are talking about.

Silas: Is it a secret you will die for?

Jacques Saunière: Please.

Silas: As you wish.

[cocks gun]

Robert Langdon: I have got to get to a library... fast.

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

Robert Langdon: [during a very bumpy ride in a jeep] Jesus!

Sir Leigh Teabing: Apropos.

Sir Leigh Teabing: [to Langdon and Sophie, as he watches on the security monitor the French police tearing down the gates of Château Villette] Well, I must say, you two are anything but dull.

Robert Langdon: 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?

[handing her the black light]

Robert Langdon: This phrase is meaningless. Unless... you assume these letters are out of order, too.

Sophie Neveu: An anagram.

[he scribbles down "cardinal," then scratches it out]

Sophie Neveu: You have eidetic memory?

Robert Langdon: Not quite, but I can pretty much remember what I see.

[scribbling "divine" and scratching it out, too]

Robert Langdon: Whoa. Anagram is right. "O, draconian devil. Oh, lame saint" becomes "Leonardo Da Vinci. The Mona Lisa."

Sophie Neveu: Professor... the Mona Lisa is right over here.

Sir Leigh Teabing: A dramatic late-night arrival. What can an old cripple do for you, Robert?

Robert Langdon: We want to talk about the... Priory of Sion.

Sir Leigh Teabing: The keepers? The secret war?

Robert Langdon: Sorry for all the-the... the mystery. Leigh, I-I-I'm into something here that I cannot understand.

Sir Leigh Teabing: You? Really?

Robert Langdon: Not without your help.

Sir Leigh Teabing: Playing to my vanity, Robert. You should be ashamed.

Robert Langdon: Not if it works.

Sir Leigh Teabing: 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 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".

Sophie Neveu: Le Saint Graal.

Sir Leigh Teabing: From the Middle English, Sangreal, of the original Arthurian legend. Now, as two words. Can you translate for our friend?

Sophie Neveu: Sang real. It means "royal blood."

Sir Leigh 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.

Sophie Neveu: But how could Christ have a bloodline, unless...

Sir Leigh 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.

Sophie Neveu: They know the child's name.

Robert Langdon: A little girl.

Sir Leigh Teabing: Yes.

Robert Langdon: If that were true, it's adding insult to injury.

Sophie Neveu: Why?

Robert Langdon: The pagans found transcendence through the joining of male to female.

Sophie Neveu: People found God through sex?

Robert Langdon: In paganism, women were worshipped as a route to heaven, but the modern Church has a monopoly on that in salvation through Jesus Christ.

Andre Vernet: Forgive the intrusion. I'm afraid the police arrived more quickly than I anticipated. You must follow me, please. For your own safety.

Sophie Neveu: You knew they were coming?

Andre 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.

Robert Langdon: Safe passage?

Andre Vernet: [opening the back of an armored truck] If you step inside, please. Time is of the essence.

Robert Langdon: [nervously, seeing the limited space available] In there?

Sir Leigh Teabing: I trust you recognize "The Last Supper," the great fresco by Leonardo da Vinci. And, my dear, if you would close your eyes.

Robert Langdon: Oh, Leigh, save us the parlor tricks.

Sir Leigh Teabing: You asked for my help, I recall. Allow an old man his indulgences. Now, mademoiselle, where is Jesus sitting?

Sophie Neveu: In the middle.

Sir Leigh Teabing: Good. He and his disciples are breaking bread. And... what drink?

Sophie Neveu: Wine. They drank wine.

Sir Leigh Teabing: Splendid. And one final question: how many wine glasses are there on the table?

Sophie Neveu: One? The Holy Grail?

Sir Leigh Teabing: Open your eyes.

[she does so and looks at the painting]

Sir Leigh Teabing: 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.

Robert Langdon: Oh. No balloon animals. Huh.

[Leigh laughs]

Robert Langdon: I can make a great duck.

Robert 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.

Sir Leigh Teabing: The Malleus Maleficarum.

Robert Langdon: The Witches' Hammer.

Sir Leigh Teabing: It instructed the clergy on how to locate, torture, and kill all free-thinking women.

Robert Langdon: In three centuries of witch hunts, 50,000 women are captured, burned alive at the stake.

Sir Leigh 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.

Robert Langdon: There's virtually no empirical proof.

Sir Leigh Teabing: He knows as well as I do there's much evidence to support it.

Robert Langdon: Theories. There are theories.

Sir Leigh Teabing: Notice how Jesus and Mary are clothed. Mirror images of each other.

Robert Langdon: The mind sees what it chooses to see.

Sir Leigh Teabing: And venturing into the even more bizarre, uh, 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.

Robert Langdon: Hmm.

Sir Leigh Teabing: Yes. Oh, and, Robert, notice what happens when these two figures change position.

[as he swaps them, it appears that Mary is leaning on Jesus' shoulder]

Sophie Neveu: Just because da Vinci painted it doesn't make it true.

Sir Leigh Teabing: No. But history, she does make it true. Now listen to this. It's from the gospel according to Philip.

Sophie Neveu: Philip?

Sir Leigh 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..."

Sophie Neveu: But this says nothing of marriage.

Sir Leigh Teabing: Well, actually, um... Robert.

Robert Langdon: Actually, in those days, the word "companion" literally meant "spouse."

Sir Leigh Teabing: You have not been honest with me. Your pictures are on the television. You are wanted for four murders!

Robert Langdon: That's why Vernet said "killing spree."

Sir Leigh Teabing: You come into my home, playing on my passions for the Grail.

Robert Langdon: That's why he needed you, Sophie.

Sir Leigh Teabing: You will leave my house!

Robert Langdon: Leigh, listen!

Sir Leigh Teabing: No. I'm calling the police.

Robert 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?

Sophie Neveu: What?

Robert 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 on the secret to someone you could trust. Someone outside the society. Maybe someone... whose training you had begun but never finished.

Sir Leigh Teabing: Robert, your ruse is pathetic.

Robert Langdon: [showing him the cryptex container] Not really.

Sir Leigh Teabing: No, that's impossible. Can that really... is it the keystone?

Robert Langdon: I'll even show it to you, Leigh. Will you just tell us what the hell it's for?

Robert 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.

Sir Leigh Teabing: The Priory's members span our very globe itself.

Robert Langdon: Philippe de Cherisey exposed that as a hoax in 1967.

Sir Leigh 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.

Sophie Neveu: The source of God's power on Earth.

Sir Leigh Teabing: Oh, no, that's a common misunderstanding. The Priory protects the source of the Church's power on Earth: the Holy Grail.

Sophie Neveu: I don't understand. What power? Some... magic dishes?

Sir Leigh Teabing: [chuckling] Oh, Robert. Has he been telling you that the Holy Grail is a cup?

Robert Langdon: What if Sauniere... had started to groom you for the Priory?

Sophie Neveu: What do you mean groom me?

Robert Langdon: Your grandfather gave you puzzles and cryptex as a child.

Sophie Neveu: So you are saying all this is real? The Priory, the Holy Grail?

Robert Langdon: We've been dragged into a world of people who think this stuff is real. Real enough to kill for.

Sophie Neveu: Who?

Robert 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.

Sophie Neveu: Do you trust this man? I hope you can.

Sir Leigh Teabing: The Bible, as we know it, was finally presided over by one man: the pagan emperor Constantine.

Sophie Neveu: I thought Constantine was a Christian.

Sir Leigh 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 worshipped 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.

Robert Langdon: Or did the pagans commence war against the Christians? Leigh, we can't be sure who began the atrocities in that period.

Sir Leigh Teabing: But we can at least agree that the conflict grew to such proportions that it threatened to tear Rome in two.

[Langdon shrugs an agreement]

Sir Leigh Teabing: So Constantine may have been a, uh, lifelong pagan, but he was also a pragmatist. And in 325 anno Domini, he decided to unify Rome under a single religion: Christianity.

Robert Langdon: Christianity was on the rise. He didn't want his empire torn apart.

Sir Leigh 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, uh, 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.

Sophie Neveu: I don't follow.

Sir Leigh 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.

Sophie Neveu: Not the son of God?

Sir Leigh Teabing: Not even his nephew twice removed.

Sophie Neveu: Fache isn't even looking for other suspects, okay? He is sure you're guilty. When did Sauniere contact you?

Robert Langdon: Uh...

Sophie Neveu: Today?

Robert Langdon: Yes, yes.

Sophie Neveu: What time?


Sophie Neveu: What time?

Robert Langdon: Uh, uh... at 3:00. Around 3. Three.

Sophie 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.

Robert Langdon: Ms. Neveu...

Sophie Neveu: And by then, whatever Sauniere wanted you to tell me will be useless.

Robert Langdon: Lady, stop it! Just stop! Who are you?

Sophie Neveu: Look at the letters. "P.S."

Robert Langdon: P.S., "postscript."

Sophie 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.

Robert Langdon: Fache was never gonna let me just stroll out of here, was he?

Sophie Neveu: No. If we are to get away from here, we must find another way.

Robert Langdon: What exactly do you propose?

Robert Langdon: 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.

Robert Langdon: Ah, the Grand Gallery. This is where you found the body.

Captain Bezu Fache: How would you know that?

Robert Langdon: I recognize the parquet floor from the polaroid. It's unmistakable.

Captain Bezu Fache: So... Sauniere requested tonight's meeting.

Robert Langdon: Yes.

Captain Bezu Fache: How? Did he call you?

Robert Langdon: E-mail. He heard I was in Paris. Had something to discuss.

Captain Bezu Fache: What?

[seeing how skittish Langdon is]

Captain Bezu Fache: You seem... uncomfortable.

Sophie Neveu: Do you have a message from Sauniere?

Robert Langdon: What are you talking about?

Sophie Neveu: Crazy old man.

Robert Langdon: You... have me confused with someone else. I came here to...

Sophie Neveu: Check your jacket pocket. Just look.

[checking, he feels something]

Sophie 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.

Robert Langdon: Why would I try to run? I didn't do anything.

Sophie Neveu: So, what do you think about the fourth line of text Fache wiped clean before you arrived?

[taking a piece of paper, he's alarmed to see the words "P.S. Find Robert Langdon"]

Sophie Neveu: He brought you here to force a confession, Professor Langdon.

Lt. Collet: I'm Lt. Collet from DCPJ; a kind of French, uh, FBI. Will you take a look at this photo, please? My police chief, Capitane Fache, had hoped, considering your expertise and the markings on the body, you might assist us.

Robert Langdon: [to the line of book signing attendees] Will you excuse me a moment?

[Collet hands him his coat]

Robert Langdon: I was supposed to have drinks with him earlier this evening.

Lt. Collet: Yes, we know. We found your name in his daily planner.

Robert Langdon: He never showed. I waited for over an hour. Why would someone do this to him?

Lt. Collet: Oh, you misunderstand, professor. He was shot, yes. But what you see in the photograph, monsieur Sauniere did to himself.

Captain Bezu Fache: What do you make of this?

Robert Langdon: "O Draconian devil. Oh, lame saint." It's... it's a phrase. Doesn't mean anything, not to me.

Captain Bezu Fache: What would you do if you had such limited time to send a message?

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

Captain Bezu Fache: [in French] Precisely.

Lt. Collet: [conversing in French, after Langdon removes his GPS tracker] Look at this. He must have thrown it from the window. Smart to hit the truck.

Captain Bezu Fache: What, you admire him now?

Robert Langdon: I'm not sure how much help I'm gonna be here this evening.

Captain Bezu Fache: How well did you know the curator?

Robert Langdon: Not very well. Frankly, I was surprised when he contacted me.

[Fache presses the elevator call button]

Robert Langdon: Could we... take the stairs?

Silas: [to Sophie] Do not move, woman.

Silas: [to Teabing] Cripple... Put the box on the table.

Sir Leigh Teabing: What, this trifle? Well... perhaps we can... make a financial arrangement.

Silas: Put the keystone... on the table.

Sir Leigh Teabing: You will not succeed... Only the worthy can unlock the stone.

[Silas turns gun on Teabing, pulls hammer back]

Sister Sandrine: Jesus had but one true message, that...

[He kills her with the stone he found]

Silas: Are you the Teacher?

Remy Jean: I am.

Robert Langdon: t the chateau, you said, "It hides beneath the Rose."

Sir Leigh Teabing: As long as there has been a one true God, there has been killing in his name.

Robert Langdon: That's why we study history... so we'll stop killing each other.