INT VATICAN ARCHIVES NIGHT

Langdon 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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