INT VATICAN ARCHIVES NIGHTLangdon and Lt. Chartrand, the young Swiss Guardsman, walk quickly
down the row of hermetically sealed vaults in the Vatican
Archives.
Langdon's leading, looking at the names on the outsides of each of
the individual vaults.
63.
CHARTRAND
What are you looking for this time?
LANGDON
Assets.
CHARTRAND
I beg your pardon?
LANGDON
Artwork is valuable, and corporations
tend to keep track of their holdings.
CHARTRAND
The Catholic Church is not a
corporation, Signore, it is a beacon,
a source of inspiration for one
billion lost and frightened souls.
LANGDON
Sure sure, I get that.
He stops, pointing up at a sign on the end of one of the vaults --
BANCO VATICANO.
LANGDON (cont'd)
But it's also a bank.
He takes one last breath of oxygen-rich air, pushes through the
revolving door --
INT VAULT NIGHT
--- and comes through the other side, eyes scanning the place. A
moment later, Chartrand follows him through the door. Langdon
looks at him --- you're coming in too?
CHARTRAND
Cfmmander Olivetti said I was not to
leave your side this time.
LANGDON
(a mutter)
Wasn't me, it was her,
MOVING FAST ALONG THE LEATHER-BOUND VOLUMES, Langdon searches the
place as fast as he can.
BAM!
A book drops onto a table, pages flip by, Langdon studies it,
SLAMS it shut.
64.
BAM! BAM! Two more books, flipped open, compared, pages rifled,
nothing.
BACK IN THE STACKS,
his hand finds a five-inch thick ledger marked "Bernini."
ON A TABLE,
it SMACKS down and opens to the first page. Langdon sits, begins
turning the pages, one by one.
LOOKING AT THE PAGE,
his vision momentarily blurs. He rubs his eyes, it clears
again.
He looks up, at a vent over the doorway. Thin ribbons flutter in
the breeze of the minimal oxygen that's being pumped in.
He goes back to work. Chartrand watches him.
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INT PAPAL OFFICE NIGHT
Looking out the window of the papal office, we see the barricades
removed from the edges of St. Peter's Square. The crowds
return.
Pulling back, we see the Camerlengo looking out at them, thinking,
troubled. There are still half a dozen Security Officials in
the papal office, but the Camerlengo turns and looks at Vittoria,
working alone at a desk on the far side of the office.
AT THE DESK,
Vittoria pores over the journals sent from Geneva. Sensing
something, she looks up. The Camerlengo is standing over her.
He speaks quietly.
CAMERLENGO
What sort of signs?
VITTORIA
I'm sorry?
The Camerlengo looks over his shoulder, to make sure their
conversation is private.
CAMERLENGO
If the Holy Father were given an
overdose of Heparin... what signs
would his body bear?
65.
VITTORIA
Bleeding of the oral mucosa.
(off his questioning look)
His gums. Postmortem, the blood
congeals and turns the inside of the
mouth black.
CAMERLENGO
Even though he died fourteen days ago?
VITTORIA
It wouldn't show up until at least a
week after his death.
He looks around the room once more. Then back to her?
CAMERLENGO
He was... very important to me.
VITTORIA
I understand.
He thinks for a long moment, then --
CAMERLENGO
Please come.
--- turns and leaves the room. She makes sure no one's looking,
then follows him out.
She leaves the journals behind.
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