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- [Woman]: This is Channel 4 News
and we're live from Manhattan
where the Who's Who of New York's elite have gathered
for this unique exhibit of priceless Vatican treasures,
some of which have not been seen publicly
for hundreds of years.
- [Woman 2]: Just a few words, sir!
- Tess!
Tess! - Clive!
Hey, gorgeous!
My, don't you clean up nice!
- Thank you. Thank you. You clean up even better.
- [Woman]: Oh, beautiful!
[ Siren wailing ]
- So, how was typhoid?
- Ugh! It wasn't quite as unpleasant as the dysentery
we suffered in Ethiopia.
It had us running through half the loos in Africa.
- Good choice of verb. - Mm-hmm...
- Do you remember that parasite I had in my foot in India?
- Yes, I most certainly do.
The little bastard wormed his way into your foot.
- Thank you.
- As I have tried to worm my way into your heart.
- Ha! I just kept thinking:
"I can't lose my foot. What will I do with all my shoes?"
- Exactly. Those are brilliant footwear for a dig.
- Mmm... Do you think? - Brilliant.
- Thank you, especially if you dig with the heel.
- We are excited and, in fact, relieved
to finally have this exhibition come to New York.
As you can understand, it's taken hundreds of people.
We're thrilled about the reaction it's getting.
- So, do you miss it?
- What? Sex?
- That, too.
But I was referring to the digs, silly.
You used to be archaeology's rising star.
And now you... Well...
- What do you think?
that it is in your blood.
- Besides, do you think dear old dad left anything
for the rest of us to find?
- Not a thing.
"The Cross of Constantine. Unearthed by Oliver Chaykin,"
to the Vatican's eternal gratitude.
- They said it would never be found.
To dad.
- To dad. Hmm!
[ Horse neighing ]
- Hey, hey, hey!
Hold on! Hold on!
Nobody told us about this stunt. You got a permit?
[ Man laughing ]
[ People screaming ]
- Some kind of 12th-century multigeared decoder.
- What do you think it's supposed to decode?
[ Hoofbeats approaching ]
[ People screaming ]
- Oh my God! - Come on!
[ Machine gun firing ]
[ People screaming ]
[ Machine gun firing ]
- [Woman]: Help!
- Come on!
[ Grunting ]
- Clive!
[ Horse neighing ]
[ Gunshots ]
[ Horse neighing ]
- Veritas vos liberabit.
[ People screaming ]
- [Man]: You OK?
- Tess!
- Help!
- Clive, are you OK?
- That was a bit dramatic, I suppose.
[Woman]: Ah! - [Man]: Let her go!
[ Horse neighing ]
[ Woman screaming ]
- Oh my God!
It's my arm, I think.
[ Gunshots, woman screaming ]
- Hey!
Hey! Come back here! That doesn't belong to you!
[ Horse neighing ]
[ Grunting ]
- Tess!
[ Horse neighing ]
[ Woman screaming ]
- [Man]: Don't shoot! They have the mayor's wife!
Put your guns down! Don't shoot! Put them down!
It's the mayor's wife. Don't shoot. Put them down!
Hang on!
[ Screaming ]
- Hiya!
Get out of the way!
[ People shouting, indistinct ]
- [Man]: Hey! Hey!
[ Sirens wailing ]
[ Horse neighing ]
[ Sirens wailing ]
- Come on.
[ Siren wailing ]
Hiya! Hiya! Hey!
Come on!
[ Horse neighing ]
[ Tess grunting ]
Ho! Ho, boy!
[ Panting ]
[ Sirens wailing ]
Where is it?
Damn bastard!
- Freeze!
- Hey! No. No, you misunderstand.
I'm recovering this for the museum.
I'm not stealing this. I'm re-- That guy was stealing it. I'm--
- I don't think the coroner's gonna have too much trouble
figuring out cause of death.
- Where's the head? - Ambulance.
- All right. How about we keep the body and the head together,
for old time's sake?
- You're sentimental, you know that?
- Yeah.
[ Cellular ringing ]
Yeah?
What?
[ Laughing ]
You're kidding me! You've got to be...
- Close. Very close. - ...kidding me.
- Ow! You should be thanking me. I recovered that for you!
I risked my life for that and you treat me like a criminal.
This is ridiculous!
There's no need to push or to be rude.
- This her?
- And you are?
- Agent Daly, FBI.
- You're a little late, aren't you?
- Sorry, it's not every day
the Knights of the Round Table behead someone.
- And where was the security? Where were you?
Do you really think
I wanted to retrieve the Cross of Constantine?
It took me 3 hours to dress!
- You had nothing to do with this?
- [Sighing]: Tess Chaykin.
Mother of one, solid citizen,
head of archaeology at the Manoukian Institute.
- Uh-huh...
- I don't steal artifacts from museums.
I dig them up out of the ground.
- Mrs. Indiana Jones?
- Ha ha ha!
That's it. I'm the sequel to the prequel.
Now, if you would please, um, remove these.
They really don't go with what remains of my dress.
- Let me get this straight.
You steal a police horse, ride off into the park
after bad guys who just beheaded a cop.
You chase them down.
You corner one and nearly impale him with a stick? Is that right?
- Yes! And it's not a stick.
It's a crozier. It's a ceremonial staff used by popes.
- I stand corrected. Are you insane?
- No, that cross belonged to the Emperor Constantine,
who held it in his hands
the night he converted to Christianity,
where he ascended into Heaven,
and the angels sounded their trumpets.
What people will believe to get them through the day!
However, that cross is a major find of my late father's.
I was there when he dug it up out of the ground.
I sure as hell wasn't gonna let some thug get away with it.
- Well, that explains everything.
- It actually does explain everything.
- Uncuff her.
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.
- Oh, oh, oh! Be very careful with that, please.
It is over 1,700 years old. The central stone is a little wonky.
- Just take it. - I mean it.
By the way, if you're not gonna thank me
for making you guys look good and catching the bad guy,
the least you could do is replace my Manolos.
- I'm sorry. Your what?
- My Manolo Blahniks.
- Manolo who?
- If you've got to ask, you can't afford them.
- Unbelievable!
- He was over there injured.
I was hoping you'd tell me where he ended up.
- We'll be in touch with you. - Thanks.
[ Sighing ]
- She made you look.
- In disbelief, all right?
She's an overconfident, reckless, irritating,
type-A type who thinks she knows better than everybody.
Crazy!
- Yeah, she is hot.
- Mom!
- Hi, sweetheart!
- We just saw it on TV!
- Yeah?
- The cops were chasing them through the park
and one of them dumped the mayor's wife in the bushes!
- I know, but she's gonna be fine.
And I didn't let them get your grandfather's cross.
Now, I think it's time for all good cowgirls to go to bed.
Good night, Jeri.
- With all the excitement, bed?
Mom, what happened to your shoes?
- It was that kind of party.
[ Siren wailing ]
- I've just spoken to Cardinal Brugnone.
I had to explain. Unbelievable!
- I've just compiled a list of what was stolen, damaged.
I'll send it to him.
- Priceless treasures, a police officer dead.
- I'll extend the Pope's sympathies
to the family of the deceased policeman
and tell them a mass will be said in his memory
in St. Peter's.
- Yes, good.
What's this decoder?
- I have no idea.
- Good work, as always, Michael.
[ Door opening ]
[ Door closing ]
- One of New York's finest is beheaded!
The mayor's wife is thrown onto the back of a horse
and taken away.
Vatican treasures looted
by medieval knights in Manhattan!
- Ma'am, we did get one of them.
- Correction. Tess Chaykin got him.
- His name's Gus Waldron. We think he's the killer.
We're running DNA tests on his sword right now.
- Did you talk to him?
- We will as soon as he's conscious.
- Get him to talk.
If he doesn't,
why don't you get Tess Chaykin to work him over?
- [Aparo]: You want to hear my brilliant theory on this?
- Hmm...
- Islamic fundamentalists.
- Heh! Wearing crusader outfits with big red crosses?
- That's why it's so brilliant. Like, who would think?
- Oh my God!
[ People screaming ]
- They've got helmets on,
so no tattoos or marks we can use to ID them.
- And the horses?
- Hard to make out if they're branded.
- Stop.
Go back.
Right there.
- Hmm... Tess Chaykin.
Oh, she can dig for my priceless artifacts any day. Hello!
- What?
- Tess Chaykin.
- It's...
- She can dig.
- No, I got it.
[ Door buzzer ]
- Who is it?
- Manolo Blahnick.
- You know, I'm finding it kind of hard to imagine
you deciding between peep toes and strappy heels.
- Well, I... I hope they fit.
- Well, there's only one way to find out.
Thank you. I'm touched.
- The Bureau extends its thanks for your heroic antics,
sorry, actions of last night, but adds that it...
- They're gorgeous.
- ...discourages civilians
from taking matters into their own hands.
I'm glad you like them.
- They're great!
- Uh-huh!
Speaking of last night, you were close to some of the knights.
Is there anything you remember?
- One of the knights who took the decoder,
speaking Latin, he said: "Veritas vos liberabit."
- Uh?
- "The truth shall set you free."
- Huh!
- I also remember whacking him with the crozier.
He's not the same knight that I toppled off the horse, however.
- Ah!
- So, you don't like coffee.
Now you're gonna say you don't eat donuts.
- No, that's cops. We're into muffins.
- But not coffee.
- No, I love coffee, just not now. It's Lent, so...
- So you gave up coffee for 40 days?
- Yep! - Wow!
Anything else?
- Swearing, chocolate, carbon emissions.
- All the big sins.
- And a few other things that I'll keep to myself.
- I didn't know anybody did that anymore.
- Well, with a name like Sean Daly, it's practically genetic.
Plus 8 years at Our Lady of Perpetual Sorrow,
Boston College with the Jesuits, you get the idea.
I take it you're not particularly religious.
- Not particularly.
- Tsk! You're going to hell.
[ Chuckling ]
Why do you think they were dressed as Templars?
- Last costume at the rental shop?
[ Chuckling ]
- It looks like you could use a new pair of these, too, huh?
- Oh, those are my good-luck boots.
Those have taken me to digs around the world:
Turkey, Syria, Afghanistan.
- I bet you'd sure like to put those back on, huh?
But...
raising a daughter is a full-time job. I understand.
- Yeah, my dad was away a lot when I was a kid.
I don't wanna do that to her. She's the light of my life.
- Well, um...
[ Clearing throat ]
If you... If you remember anything else,
call that number.
You'll get me right away.
- Thank you, Special Agent Sean Daly.
- Mm-hmm...
You have a good day.
- In 1118, the Knights Templar went to Jerusalem
to protect the pilgrims who were going to the Holy Land
after it was recaptured by the Crusaders.
Over the next 200 years, they became powerful and rich.
How did they get rich?
- Some people say
that they discovered King Solomon's treasure.
- What happened to it?
- Well, the Church came after them, accused them of heresy
and got rid of them.
Probably because they got too powerful.
But the legend goes
that some of them sailed away on 18 galleys
with that treasure, never to be seen again.
- So, it's still out there?
- That treasure could be the greatest find of all time.
- And you could be the one to find it!
[ Laughing quietly ]
You think there's a map?
- If there was a map,
it would probably be in code
because the Templars were masters of encryption.
Yes.
And of course, you would need a decoder
to find the treasure.
What if that decoder was Templar?
The one they stole.
- Yes, I'm fine. I'm fine.
Invalid, but I can put my pants on.
- Yes, stand up. I need you to focus. All right?
That was not a robbery last night.
- No?
- Those men were after nothing less
than the treasure of the Knights Templar.
- Stop. You're gonna make me laugh.
- No. Remember that decoder we were looking at?
- Ow!
- Just as they came riding in on those horses?
- No, all I remember
is you desperately trying to save my life.
Thank you very much.
- Well...
one of the knights went straight up to that decoder
and took it and nothing else.
- Now that is strange, OK.
- They made the whole thing look like a robbery
in order to mask the real purpose.
- Which was?
- They stole the decoder to decode the map
to the treasure of the Templars.
- You're having a recurrence of malaria.
- I need a Templar expert.
- Oh, you're serious.
Mmm... - Yes.
- Bill Vance.
- Bill? - You know him?
- Of course. He was my dad's favourite colleague.
I spent just about every summer with him on digs as a kid.
But his specialty's Phoenicians.
- Oh, he doesn't exactly advertise
his recent love of Templar.
It's tantamount to academic suicide:
Roswell, UFOs, that sort of thing.
Did you talk to the police about this?
- Just another crackpot theory, right?
- Ah, right.
Oh, um, Tess? Tess?
- Visiting Grandma, Agent...
- Aparo. - Right.
- I was just checking on Gus Waldron.
You made quite an impression on him last night:
concussion, multiple fractures, internal injuries.
Just a night out for you?
- They don't joust like they used to.
So, did he say anything? Do you know who's behind all this?
- Not yet. I'm waiting for Agent Daly to question him.
[ Cellular ringing ]
Excuse me.
Yeah?
Sure. Yeah.
- You know, I thought you'd given up
all that Joan of Arc business, no?
You're a respected academic now. You've got a daughter, you know.
And, Tess? - All right.
Now, just be very still and quiet and I'll be right back.
Don't say a thing. Um, he's ready for the ice bath.
- Tess? No, no. No ice bath. Tess!
- It's OK.
[ Machine beeping ]
[ Dropping stethoscope ]
- Hello, Gus.
- You!
- Yep, it's me.
Temper, temper.
[ Siren wailing in distance ]
- What are you? FBI?
- The decoder, Gus. What did you do with it?
- What decoder? I don't know anything about that.
- All right, then I want your associates.
Names, Gus. I don't have a lot of time.
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- What do I get out of it?
- You get a deal.
The Vatican gets its treasures back, shows you its mercy.
- OK. Fine.
- Good choice, Gus.
- [Woman on PA]: Paging Dr. Stateman. Dr. Stateman, please.
- Hi, Special Agent Daly.
- Please call me Sean,
now that I know your right foot is bigger than your left.
- What do you want?
Look, I already told your partner everything I know.
Hey, I gave her a name, all right? The only one I know.
So, you just-- - Shhh!
- You just make sure the deal is-- Ah!
- What are you doing here, Miss Chaykin?
- Tess, now that I know
you graduated from Our Lady of Perpetual Sorrow.
- Yes.
[ Moaning ]
- You visiting someone? - Yes, my friend, Clive.
He was injured last night. - Of course.
- I'm here to take him home.
[ Gasping ]
- I want their names, all of them.
[ Gasping ]
- Well...
- Nice to see you. - You as well.
- [Laughing]: Have a nice day.
- I'll see you.
- Petrovic.
The others, I want the others.
[ Gus gasping ]
[ Handcuffs clanking ]
[ Gus gasping ]
[ Machine beeping ]
[ Machine flatlining ]
- [Tess]: Feeling cool and refreshed?
- Yes, thank you for abandoning me
to the tender care of Igor, the ice-bath nurse.
- First name basis, always good.
- Yep.
- Listen, don't tell anyone what I told you about the Templars.
- Tess, what are you up to?
- "The truth shall set you free."
- They figure a heart attack, massive. Couldn't revive him.
- Heart attack!
I thought you said all he had was broken bones.
- We're waiting for the autopsy, but...
- It's suspicious.
- I'd say. Security tapes?
- Yeah. Can you roll the tapes, please?
Everyone going into Waldron's room checks out,
except for a female doctor
we haven't been able to identify yet and an FBI agent.
- Who?
- An FBI agent deceased 2 years ago.
- Great!
- Whoever he is, he's a pro.
Take a look at this.
Knows where the camera is. He's able to hide his face.
He knows what he's doing.
- I'm supposed to explain this to the Vatican?
- Could you play that tape of the doctor for me?
- Yeah, thank you.
Wait, stop it there.
- What?
- And, uh, and zoom in on her feet.
Look at that.
Size 9.5.
Left foot bigger than the right.
- The Vatican is, of course, very distressed
at the loss of such precious artifacts.
- Yes, I certainly understand, Monsignor De Angelis.
- It's regrettable
that your only suspect succumbed to his injuries.
- Agent Daly! Sean Daly heads our investigative team.
Monsignor De Angelis. - Father.
- Oh, please call me Michael.
- Oh, thank you, but, uh, I'll stick to Father,
if you don't mind.
Old habits are hard to break.
- Well, if you'll excuse me.
- You're Catholic.
- I am, yes.
- Practising? Uh, forgive me. I shouldn't be so inquisitive.
[ Chuckling ]
You know, in many ways, our work is not dissimilar.
- How so?
- We both help people come to terms with their transgressions.
Well, don't let me keep you.
- Of course.
[ Horn honking ]
- I did a quick search this morning.
Bill Vance is MIA.
He's no longer at Columbia University.
His email account is shut down, no phone listing.
Lots and lots of Google hits, but, um, I'm sorry.
I can't find his whereabouts.
- Hmm!
- Sorry.
Any luck yet?
- Not yet.
- Strange that Vance would've just disappeared.
It's so unlike the old sod.
- It's actually not Bill that I'm looking for.
- Anyone I know?
- I doubt it.
His name is Branko Petrovic.
Wait!
The horses! Why didn't I think of that before?
[ Knocking on door ]
- Coming! Hello.
- FBI. I need to speak to Tess Chaykin.
- Ow! - Tess!
- Um, she left about a half an hour ago.
Shouldn't we be talking warrants and such?
Abuse of process, illegal searches,
violation of public trust and such.
Not that I'm a lawyer, I'm just a friend.
- Branko Petrovic?
- Branko Petrovic.
- As you can see, Mr. Petrovic,
your little friend here, he likes to dance.
So, names!
- I don't know! Look, I told you!
[ Whip cracking ]
Ah, I don't know!
- Hey, can I help you?
- Yeah, I'm looking for Branko Petrovic.
- Yeah, he's in the back.
- Ah! OK, OK, OK.
- Well, amigo...
- Mitch! Mitch Adeson, he hired me.
[ Whip cracking ]
Mitch Adeson!
- The 4th one! Who's the 4th one?
- I only saw him that one time!
[ Whip cracking ]
- Ah! Mitch knows! Ah!
- Mitch?
- Talk to Mitch. He knows.
[ Horse neighing ]
- Very good, Mr. Petrovic.
[ Grunting ]
I do appreciate your cooperation.
- [Tess]: Branko Petrovic?
- Mitch Adeson!
- Hiya!
- Ah!
Ah!
- Branko Petrovic?
[ Grunting ]
Hey!
- Well, another dead body and what a coincidence! You again.
- The guy that must've done that to him knocked me over
as I came in right there.
And I tried to help him, but it was too late. He was dead.
I had nothing to do with it.
- Nothing? So, you just happened to be taking an afternoon stroll
in the stables of a crooked ex-cop
who was in charge of the mounted division
and whose horses are the only ones in the city
capable of pulling off a heist like we had at the museum.
And this is... It's just a grand coincidence, right?
- That isn't what I said.
- I don't believe you. Come here.
- Oh no! Really?
- Really. Come on.
- No thanks. I gave it up for Lent.
- Mm-hmm. Cards on the table, Miss Chaykin.
- It's Dr. Chaykin if we're being so formal.
- What the hell are you up to?
I thought you checked out: a respected academic, a mom.
But you've been holding out on me.
And what you know, I want to know right now
or you will be charged as a suspect
in the murders of Branko Petrovic and Gus Waldron.
- Gus Waldron? What do you mean?
- He died soon after you left his hospital room, Dr. Chaykin.
His heart just stopped.
- I have nothing to do with that.
- There were 2 unexplained visitors to his room.
The first one was an FBI agent,
who, it turns out, died a few years ago.
The second one was a female doctor
who looked exactly like you.
Now...
- I admit I talked to Gus Waldron
and he gave me Branko Petrovic's name.
- You thought you'd do my job?
- No! I'm trying to negotiate the return of the decoder.
I felt maybe I could do that.
- What?
- The 12th-century decoder that was stolen in front of me.
- Yeah, I know the decoder.
- Yeah, I am assuming
that the thief or thieves don't understand
the immense value that it holds for archeology.
- The Templars, the last two, tell me their names.
- I don't have them.
He only gave me Petrovic.
- I'm looking for a killer, Dr. Chaykin.
If you don't tell me, you don't get to go home.
- Why do you put your life at risk? For archaeology?
- It wouldn't be the first time.
- What's the real reason you're doing this?
- OK, cards on the table, right?
- Cards are on the table.
- It's about my dad.
My father devoted his entire life to archaeology.
He spent all of his time away from his home...
away from me...
searching and digging on every continent.
He was haunted by the desire to uncover the truth
with a capital "T":
that deep eternal truth about people
and their mystery.
One day in Turkey,
he was on a dig and he saw a fiery cross burning in the sky.
And he thought: "OK, I have sun stroke or fatigue or something."
And then the next day, it happened again.
And that day, he found the Cross of Constantine.
This is the same cross
that I recovered the other night at the museum.
Now...
my dad always used to joke around and say,
for that one day, he believed in God
because God believed in him and led him to the cross.
And I was never really sure
if he was serious or not about that.
- And this explains...
- It's what my dad would've wanted me to do.
And that, in this way, he's...
He's still alive for me and...
I can share his quest.
I can get a little piece of him back.
The Knights Templar were guardians of the Church.
They were guardians of the holy truth that you believe in!
Now, the decoder will unlock their writings.
And, if it's lost,
their message that would mean so much
to faithful people like yourself the world over,
it would be gone forever.
That... is the power of archaeology.
- I, uh, won't be seeing you again, will I?
Well, should there be, I don't know,
a cave-in at the Holland Tunnel or another dead Templar
or a combination of the two.
- I don't go chasing after trouble, Agent Daly.
- Of course not. You're Kim's mom.
- You don't need to remind me.
Well, goodbye.
- Goodbye.
[ Horns honking ]
- Come in. Please, sit down.
- Thank you.
- You have news?
- Uh, nothing concrete yet, Father.
But I was wondering, what's this 12th-century decoder?
- It's of little value, except for research purposes.
- Someone seems to think it's pretty valuable.
- An ancient artifact that's been gathering dust
for hundreds of years in the Vatican archives.
How it wound up among the collection of treasures
is really the only mystery.
- Could there be some link to the Knights Templar?
- Because of the red crosses on the thieves' costumes.
Is this something Dr. Chaykin suggested?
I remember seeing her that night,
chasing after the thieves with a crozier,
wearing a cocktail dress.
- She did bring this to my attention, yes.
- And she thinks this robbery
was the work of a religious order
that ceased to exist over 700 years ago.
- He locked me up. He threatened me.
And then he said he was gonna haul me off to jail.
And under the Patriot Act, he doesn't even have to charge me.
- Charming! Caveman courtship.
- No.
- So, um, did you find your precious decoder?
- Not even close.
- Help!
- What's that smell?
We're not eating chick peas again?
- No, tonight's dinner is grape leaves
stuffed with wild rice and sweet onions--
- Uncle Clive? - Yes?
- I think you've made a full recovery.
- Oh, right.
So, you're trying to hint that maybe I should go home?
You little double-crosser!
Go! Put this on the table. No dessert for you. Go! Go, go, go.
Oh, by the way, I found some information on Vance for you.
It's on your computer.
- Is that the Professor Vance you always talk about?
- Yeah.
- It's really sad... about the accident.
- Really sad.
Car crash and...
[ Snapping fingers ]
...boom!
Wife and daughter gone from the planet.
I was at the funeral. That was the last time I saw him.
- That was a year ago, the accident,
a year ago tomorrow.
- So, if Bill were going to surface somewhere,
it would be...
- At the cemetery, tomorrow.
- And?
- I don't know if I can believe a word she says.
Between the stories she tells me about her father
and this Cross of Constantine, I just don't know.
- Back to the present and closer to home,
Branko Petrovic's phone records list one Mitch Adeson.
They were together at Rikers.
And they traded a bunch of calls
before and after the theft at the museum.
[ Knocking on door ]
- [Sean]: Open up! FBI!
[ Knocking on door ]
[ Loud thud ]
[ Siren wailing ]
Ah, we're always one step behind, one effing step behind!
- Hello, Bill.
- Tess.
- I'm so sorry for your loss.
- Well, they're in a better place.
That's what they used to say, isn't it?
Thank you.
[ Laughing softly ]
Hmm!
- [Tess]: How have you been, Bill?
- Well, after they died, I...
I think I lost my mind.
For a time, I traveled, aimlessly. Heh!
I found myself in Languedoc in France.
There was an ancient church, a legend.
It got me going again.
- A legend?
- Yes. The legend was
that the last Templar had hidden something there.
- A map to the Templar treasure?
- Oh, the treasure is very real.
It just may not be what people expect.
Picture this, Tess.
The fall of 1290, the power of the Templars is fading.
The Catholic Church is having Templars arrested,
tortured and accused of heresy.
William of Beaujeau, the Grand Master of the Templars,
calls upon two of his loyal knights, Martin and Aimard.
He gives them
a precious scroll to take with them.
This sacred document of immeasurable importance
to the fate of Christianity
was to be taken back to the Holy Land
and revealed to the world.
But then...
May, 1291.
Jerusalem is on fire.
Thousands have died.
Aimard and Martin's mission was now compromised.
[ Horse neighing ]
[ Grunting ]
The Templar Knights prepare to die,
overwhelmed by Muslim warriors.
[ Men screaming ]
[ Screaming ]
Then...
William of Beaujeau, the Grand Master of the Templars,
orders his knights, Martin and Aimard, to flee!
To abandon the final battle!
[ Man screaming ]
They have to protect the sacred document at all costs.
[ Men grunting ]
- I'm going back. I won't abandon my brothers.
- You think I want to abandon them?
These are our orders from the Grand Master!
- They'll slaughter them all!
- This document is crucial to our mission!
- Martin, we have to go.
- [Bill]: Muslim warriors, in greater numbers,
were swarming from all sides.
The only way out was by sea.
Aimard had finally convinced Martin to follow him
in his desperate escape,
even though he wasn't sure
if their ship had managed to reach the port.
The Falcon Temple was there waiting for them.
They would be the only survivors of the massacre.
The ship was also carrying the so-called Templar treasure.
Riches taken from the Holy Land,
which they'd managed to bring on board
before the city was besieged by the Muslims.
[ Groaning ]
As the slaves rowed in the galley below,
they watched helplessly as the city burned in the distance.
[ Men screaming ]
The Templars had managed to escape
with their precious document.
- The Templar motto, what was it?
- Veritas vos liberabit.
- "The truth shall set you free."
- It will set us all free.
- It was you in the museum.
Sorry I bruised your check.
- Hmm! You always had a good arm.
[ Chuckling ]
The decoder was all I wanted.
It's--it's the only reason I became involved.
- With murderers?
- I deeply regret the death of the policeman.
That Gus Waldron is a nasty bit of work.
- Was.
He's dead, so is Branko Petrovic.
Three are dead because of all this.
- I had nothing to do with that.
Is that why you came looking for me, Tess? To turn me in?
- I'm not a cop, Bill. I'm an archaeologist.
I had heard you knew something about the Templars.
That's all.
- Well then, come. Come and see with your own eyes.
I can let you in
on one of the greatest archaeological finds
of our time.
I need someone to share it with.
- He's leaving with her.
- Ah, may I?
- Yes.
It does inspire awe, doesn't it?
- I'll say.
- The key that unlocks
the secret of the Templars.
[ Bill chuckling ]
- Does it work?
- I take the coded letters from the scroll
and carefully put them into the decoder.
To think I'd been to the Vatican library all those times.
It was just sitting in some storeroom gathering...
gathering dust.
A little cleaning,
a little oil,
it works perfectly.
The Templars were extraordinary craftsmen.
- Bill? - Hmm?
- Why steal it?
Why couldn't you just ask the Vatican if you could borrow it?
[ Laughing ]
- I can imagine the conversation.
"And, uh...
"why would you need a Templar decoder, Professor Vance?"
"Well, your Holiness, I intend to decipher a Templar scroll
"that will blow your mind."
[ Cellular ringing ]
- Yeah, Daly.
Yeah.
- I don't know.
She was supposed to pick me up,
take me to the doctor's.
She never showed. I had to wobble there myself.
She's not answering her phone.
I'm a bit worried.
- Tess Chaykin's missing.
- She's probably shopping for shoes.
- Do you know where she was last?
- Yes, she was supposed to meet up
with a certain Bill Vance. He's a Templar expert.
- All right. What kind of car is she driving?
New York plates, TT0 1551.
It's a light-khaki Jeep Compass.
- Going back over 700 years,
a young priest was called to an old man's deathbed
to give him the last rites.
The old man revealed that he was the last surviving Templar.
His name was Martin of Carmaux.
As he lay dying,
he dictated the story of his journey with Aimard.
The young priest encrypted every word on a scroll,
using one of the Templar's secret codes.
Then...
At the remains of his ancestral castle near Albi,
the precious scroll,
I found it.
Yes, Tess, this is it: a message from the last Templar.
- The instructions to the Templar treasure?
Bill,
this could be one of the greatest finds in history!
- You and me, like old times.
[ Door opening ]
[ Birds flying away ]
Did you have someone follow us? - No, I wouldn't--
- Shhh!
You'll be all right, Tess.
I'll take care of it.
- Bill, what are you doing?
- I'll be back.
[ Grunting ]
Tess!
[ Screaming ]
[ Heavy breathing ]
[ Grunting ]
[ Bird flying ]
[ Gunshot ]
- Get down!
- No!
[ Gunshots ]
- [Softly]: Rats!
- Who was that?
- I don't know.
- Oh, rats!
Go away! Go away!
- You wanna go check outside? - Yeah.
I'll get some backup.
[ Sighing ]
- Hey, baby.
Lost?
It's OK.
I think you're gonna hang out here
and party with us for a while.
[ Grunting ]
- You little bitch!
- I'm nobody's baby.
[ Horn honking ]
- Dr. Chaykin!
- Agent Daly?
- You, uh, you left these back there.
I thought you might like them. They're nice.
- Thank you.
- Did you plant a tracking device on me
when I wasn't looking?
- We found the crypt and the trap door.
Believing you were underground,
I put agents at each exit.
I was on my way to one now, but I guess I just got lucky.
- Yeah. - Your friend, Clive, called.
He was worried.
- He does that.
- Did you find him? - Find whom?
- Professor Vance, the Templar expert.
- Look, I found him at the cemetery.
At his wife and daughter's grave.
I had no idea it would end up here.
- Of course.
- We're standing in the street! - I don't care!
- Shouldn't we move over there?
- Not until you answer my question!
[ Cellular ringing ]
- Oh, come on! - Sorry, it's my daughter.
Hello, Kim?
- I have been calling you every 10 minutes.
- Yeah, Clive, sorry. I was out of range.
- Oh, you will not believe it!
You have a visitor. And, um...
[Softly]: Well, it's Bill Vance.
- Clive? Clive?
- Mom, you never told me
you learned how to charm snakes in India!
- Kimmy, can you put Professor Vance on the phone
right away, please?
- Tess...
I look forward to seeing you.
I believe you have something of mine.
- Look, I didn't know what had happened to you,
so I just took them for safe keeping.
- It's funny how we both have something precious
to both of us.
- I'm coming home right now.
Bill, if you touch a hair on her head,
I swear I will hunt you to the ends of the Earth.
- Mmm... - Oh!
- OK!
- [Man]: What's going on? - Get in your cab.
- Hey, let go of me! I said: "Stop it!"
Let go of me! I said: "Let go of me!"
- Hey! What are you doing?
- Hey! Hey, I'm FBI! - You're FBI?
- Tess!
I'm FBI! FBI!
[ Horn honking ]
- Taxi! Taxi!
Taxi!
- Tess!
Get out of here.
- Mom!
You're filthy. What happened?
- Were you on a dig, Tess? Did you, uh, uncover anything?
- You don't know how many outfits she's trashed lately.
- Go upstairs and get me a nice hot washcloth and some aspirin.
- Sure.
- I should get going myself.
- But you just got here!
And I want to hear more cool stuff about Mom.
- Kimmy, now!
- We'll see each other soon
now that I know where you live.
Pleasure talking with you.
One can never say enough about the Phoenicians. Goodbye!
- [Kim]: Bye!
- You're as adorable as your mother.
I'm glad we've become friends!
You didn't really think I would hurt her, did you?
I'm disappointed you think that of me.
But it did the trick.
- You of all people!
- I was hoping you'd be part of this, Tess.
I really was.
- Shut up!
- Tess!
Tess!
[ Knocking on door ]
- [Tess]: I'm not decent.
- Uh, your FBI agent's here.
[Softly]: Keep this up, I might think you're dating.
- [Tess]: Please! - Heh heh!
- What the hell were you thinking?
We could've taken him and protected your daughter!
We would've had him and it would be over by now.
- I knew, if I gave them to him, he wouldn't hurt her.
I wasn't gonna take any chances!
- OK! OK, this is how it's gonna work.
You will not question suspects or investigate these murders!
You will allow me, for once, to do my job!
And it will be a good day when I don't have to rescue you.
- Rescue me! When did that happen?
- I have a car sitting outside right now
that will follow your every move
until I tell it not to follow!
- For my protection? - No, mine!
- You don't get it, do you?
I'm not questioning suspects to find who murdered who.
I'm on the trail of one of the greatest finds of all time!
- I don't care if this is bigger than King Tut!
You are done!
Don't take this the wrong way,
but I hope to never to see you again.
- We really appreciate
your coming down to talk to us, Dr. Chaykin.
Monsignor De Angelis
specifically requested your presence.
- Oh, thank you.
I'm happy to help in any way I can.
Agent Daly, so nice to see you again.
- I'm sorry to hear you had to go through
such a terrifying ordeal, Dr. Chaykin.
- Thank you for your concern.
- What can you tell us about Professor Vance?
- Professor Vance is the leading Templar expert
and he wanted that decoder very badly.
- To decode what?
- Scrolls. Isn't that right, Dr.Chaykin?
- A scroll, actually.
- Three men are murdered to pursue a myth.
- But they were real, right? The Templars?
- Certainly, but the stories that are associated with them...
The Templars were the guardians of Jesus' bloodline.
They found the Holy Grail, the body of Christ,
the formula to turn ordinary metals into gold.
Their devotion to the Church has been forgotten.
It's the myths that endure
for conspiracy-mongers and treasure hunters.
- Did you get to see what the scroll said?
- I saw Professor Vance decoding it.
Uh, he had just started when we heard the gunshots,
so I don't know what it said.
- You would need a decoder.
- And the scroll.
- I can get you one of the two.
- Hey, you have to take me with you! Your boss said so.
- I don't care.
- I have the scroll!
- What?
- A copy. I took a picture of it with my phone
before I gave it back to him.
- Let's go.
Everything that goes through Customs gets screened,
even things on loan from the Vatican.
- So, it's in 3-D?
- It's an advanced X-ray.
- Incredible!
- It uses carbon nanotubes to produce a 3-D image.
Pretty cool, huh?
Take your time. We've got about 150 more to go.
- There it is.
- OK, good. Get this to the NSA lab right away.
Pretty, isn't it?
- It's a perfect replica.
Now, let's see...
if it works.
Bingo!
- It doesn't leave here, and neither do you.
Not until you tell me what that scroll says.
[ Horns honking ]
- [Sean]: Hey!
- Hey! Is that for me?
- Are you done?
- [Laughing]: No.
- Wait! You think keeping me here all night
that he had nothing to do with that.
is gonna help you solve your investigation?
- Come on, you believe that?
- No, I think it's gonna help catch a murderer.
- I don't know what to believe anymore.
- You know Bill Vance insisted
What about the other guy in the church?
I told you I heard shots.
- I don't know. Maybe it was, uh, Vance firing his own gun.
- That doesn't make any sense.
- Mm-hmm... Just make sense of that, OK?
- Do wanna hear the first part?
- Really?
- Mm-hmm.
Hmm... Thank you.
- You're welcome.
- "May, 1291.
"I am sad to report that Jerusalem is now lost.
"We abandoned the city as darkness fell.
"Our hearts were leaden as we watched it burn
"from the deck of our ship, the Falcon Temple.
"On the second night of our journey,
"we sailed into a storm
"the likes of which none of us had ever encountered."
- The waves are taking us east!
The storm is hitting at us from 2 directions!
We have to hide this
somewhere they won't find it
if they board the ship!
- [Tess]: "At the time, only Aimard knew
"what was in this important document
"that we had to protect at all costs."
- Aimard!
[ Screaming ]
- "The storm was more than any ship could withstand.
"It was a miracle that Aimard, Hugh and myself had survived
"the shipwreck of the Falcon Temple."
- Where are we?
[ Coughing ]
- In enemy land.
- [Tess]: "For days, we walked aimlessly through the desert,
"guided only by our faith.
"In a desolate valley in the shadow of a volcano,
"we finally reached a fortification called Fonsalis."
[ Bird chirping ]
"The enemy had just been there.
"Death was all around us."
"Aimard had a dark premonition.
"He knew that I, Martin of Carmaux,
"would be the one to carry out our mission.
"God would have to watch over us a little while longer."
[ Horse neighing ]
- Horsemen!
[ Horse neighing ]
[ Grunting ]
[ Man screaming ]
[ Grunting ]
[ Horse neighing ]
[ Grunting ]
[ Horse neighing ]
- Hiya! Hiya!
[ Horse galloping away ]
Aimard!
- [Tess]: "Aimard is lying down,
"the leather pouch clutched in his hand.
"I notice a large bloodstain on his side. I rush to him.
"Aimard shrugs off the injury and the pain.
"Although it is clearly bad, there are more pressing matters.
"We had to go. More were coming."
- They will be back
with more of their kind.
You must go! - No!
- "Hugh looked at me,
"indicating that we should go without him and soon.
"Hugh returns to the church entrance,
"sword drawn to keep watch.
"I kneel next to Aimard.
"He coughs, coughing up blood. He indicates the pouch."
- Hide this.
- "He asks me to hide it where it will not be found
"and then says:"
- My journey...
- [Aimard and Tess]: ...ends here.
- Did Martin and Hugh get away?
- My photograph of the scroll is not the best, as you can see.
Some of the letters on the edges
are impossible to read.
But I think it is clear from the text
that Martin of Carmaux hid something of great importance
in that church.
- Vance must be hoping
that whatever they buried is still there
and that's likely where he's headed.
- To Fonsalis.
- Fonsalis?
- That's the town indicated in the scroll.
- It's not on any map. I've had people working on it all night.
Do you think you could ask your scholars in Rome?
- Yes, of course.
But taking a step back here,
we're talking about a man who dressed up as a medieval knight
and was living in the dungeon of a burnt-out church,
who is headed for a town that no longer exists.
By all means, follow every lead.
But don't let the Templar myths distract you.
Dr. Chaykin, I think you and I disagree about the Templars.
- I like to keep an open mind.
- In any case, on behalf of the Church,
I wanted to thank you for your efforts.
The theft of these precious artifacts
has been very distressing at the highest level.
Are you a believer, if I may ask?
- My father believed in hard evidence.
We took nothing on faith.
- Well again, my thanks.
- You're welcome.
- We took nothing on faith?
- Where did you come from?
Eavesdropper!
- Loud talker!
What about your father and the Cross of Constantine?
He would've loved that.
- That was a very personal story from my childhood.
Serves me right for telling you about it.
- Are you always this cynical?
- Is it cynical to doubt and to question?
It's the basis of the scientific method.
- Well, I don't hear doubt. I hear dismissal.
Look, if religion is as much of a fairy tale
as you make it out to be,
why does it matter so much to so many?
Call me when you figure out Fonsalis.
- Will do, Father Daly. - Right.
- Mom, I think I need your help.
- Yes, baby?
- I'm supposed to be writing about my favourite tree
and I'm stuck.
- OK. Well, what tree do you have any memories of
or feel specifically a kinship with?
- That actually got me thinking of a weeping willow.
Remember we used to see that at the lake?
- I think it'd be a good choice.
- Sure. So...
- Good.
- Salix...
babylonica.
- What?
- Salix babylonica, weeping willow.
That's its "toxonomic" classification.
- Taxonomic.
- Yeah, that's it.
- Salix. Salis!
Kim...
- What?
- You're brilliant.
- Thanks.
- OK, look. Salis is "willow"...
- Yeah?
- ...in Latin. Fon in Latin means "well."
Now, the town that the Templars came to
with the well and the willow outside the church: Fonsalis!
That's the name: "well and willow."
It's my guess
that the Templars actually translated
the name of the village into Latin
because the area was under Ottoman rule.
And, if I remember correctly,
the great Al-Idrisi
mentioned it in one of his journals.
And, my darling, this...
This is Al-Idrisi's beautiful map.
All right. Come on, Al-Idrisi.
Sogut cesme koyu, that means "well and willow" in Turkish!
- It looks like you found it.
- Not quite.
- Sogut cesme koyu!
There it is! It's in Turkey.
I've actually been in that area, very nearby!
- Mom, the treasure!
You're gonna find it.
You're gonna be famous!
- It could all be a wild-goose chase.
- I bet you'd sure like to chase that goose, though.
Wouldn't you?
- Well, I hung up my boots.
- No, you didn't. They're on the shelf.
It's very easy access.
- The furthest I'm going is that desk over there.
- [Whispering]: I'll take care of it.
- Oh, um, is that my cell phone?
One moment.
- Mom, what about all those lectures you give me
about following my dreams?
- Look, I have the greatest dream
that anyone could ever have already come true.
I have you.
- What about the treasure of the Templars?
- You're saying you want me to go after the treasure?
- Yes! Because it's what you really, really want.
You're just gonna stay home?
- I can't do to you what my father did to me.
- That was a whole year at a time.
This is only 2 weeks, right?
Mom, you're my role model. Don't let me down.
[ Chuckling ]
- But I've never gone anywhere without you before.
I mean, what will I do? I can't just leave you alone here.
- I'll be fine.
I'll take care of Uncle Clive, as long as we eat takeout.
[ Laughing ]
Just make sure to be back for my competition.
- Kim!
- I love you, Mom.
- I love you, too.
[ Sniffling ]
- Thank you for coming so diligently.
- Well, as you know, Father,
we're taking this matter very seriously.
- I have no doubt about that.
However, days are going by,
impatience is growing amongst my hierarchy.
- Well, be assured of our total commitment
to the resolution of this case.
- To be honest,
it is not the commitment of your department I might question.
It is its competence in this area.
I was wondering, have you had any luck finding Fonsalis?
- I'm afraid not.
- Our scholars in Rome aren't faring any better.
If your experts and ours haven't been able to find it,
perhaps Professor Vance is also having some difficulty.
- What about Dr. Chaykin? Any word from her?
- No.
What? You're not surprised?
- You know the most enduring myth about the Templars
is that they hid jewels and gold of incalculable wealth.
What a find that would be.
And is that something a young, ambitious archaeologist
would want to share with the FBI?
[ Phone ringing ]
- Is she still there?
- Her daughter left with the boyfriend,
but she's still there.
- Don't let her leave. I'll be there soon.
[ Phone ringing ]
[ Door buzzer ]
[ Phone ringing ]
Come on. Come on. Come on.
[ Phone ringing ]
Tess!
[ Knocking on door ]
Tess!
[ Banging on door ]
Tess!
[ Kicking door ]
Tess!
[ Sighing ]
- So, is the flight on time?
- Yes, here's your flight information
for your transfer from Istanbul to Bodrum.
- Thanks.
[ Woman speaking on PA, indistinct ]
- You didn't call me.
- I didn't have anything to say.
- You didn't have anything to say to me?
- Not about my whereabouts.
- Look, I'm beginning to think
that everything you say to me is a lie.
- How can I trust you when you're having me watched?
- I don't trust you!
- Of course you don't!
I'm always being followed!
- It's to keep you out of trouble.
- I'm not 5 years old!
I don't need a babysitter, so thanks, but no thanks.
And just leave me be.
- No! No, not until you tell me the truth!
- Whoa!
- You think you can just do whatever you want?
- Yeah! I always have and I always will. Deal with it.
- All right. Here's how I'll deal with it.
- What? What are you doing?
- I'm not gonna let you go after Bill Vance.
- I don't care about him! I'm going on my own dig.
And you can't stop me!
- Leave her alone!
If she wants to go after Bill, let her go.
Somebody call the police!
- Great.
- They actually thought I was running away
to be with some man.
- Well, aren't you?
- Come on, Sean.
You ought to know me better by now.
I'm under no obligation to you
and, as an archaeologist of some note,
I should not advance an opinion that may be mere speculation,
thereby being misleading.
I also don't talk to people who handcuff me.
- Come on!
- I might be really off base,
but I think you have to charge me with something
if you're gonna keep me here any longer.
- I apologize.
- All right!
Good luck! I hope you find your man, I really do.
- Extraordinary! It's as if it never happened.
[ Cellular ringing ]
Excuse me, won't you?
Yes?
Delightful destination.
- You're in my seat. FBI.
Come on.
[ Sighing ]
I hope they've got a good movie.
If I start to snore, just give me a little nudge.
- What are you... Oh!