AT THE FRONT OF THE CHURCH,

-- and those same feet hurry to the front of the smoldering

church, coming to a stop in front of --

-- Bernini's Ecstasy of St. Teresa.

The statue he came here to find. Now, as the Italian-speaking

police and firemen work around him, Langdon moves, as if in his

own world. He looks to the statue, repeating fragments of the

poem he has by now memorized:

LANGDON

Let angels guide you on your lofty

quest...

Directly over the recumbent saint, against a backdrop of gilded

flame, hovers Bernini's angel. The angel's hand clutches a

pointed spear of fire.

LANGDON (cont'd)

Cross Rome the mystic elements

unfold...

Langdon's eyes follow the direction of the shaft, arcing toward

the right side of the church.

VOICE (O.S.)

Professor?

A ROMAN POLICEMAN, a member of the Carbinieri, comes up to

Langdon, discussing him in Italian with TWO OTHER COPS as he

approaches.

ROMAN COP

Langdon, is it?

Langdon ignores him, pointing at the wall instead.

LANGDON

What direction is that?

ROMAN COP

Direction? West, I think. Mr.

Langdon, we've confirmed with the

Vatican that they invited you into

this investigation, but what I-

88.

LANGDON

Map.

A MOMENT LATER,

as if by command, a map CRINKLES out on the floor of the church.

It's detailed, a fire department map, and Langdon drops down on

all fours, studying it.

LANGDON

We're here... Piazza Barberini...

Langdon whips a glance over at the angel, gets bearings, and

rotates the map to match.

His finger travels over the map and --

CLOSE ON THE MAP,

we watch as his finger crosses church after church after church,

tiny black boxes with crosses in them. There must be two dozen.

LANGDON

Damn it.

He sits back for a moment.

The Roman Cop bends down next to him. Treats him like a crazy

person.

ROMAN COP

Professor, I need to know what you saw

here.

LANGDON

Fire and death. Show me where Santa

Maria del Popolo is.

(the Cop doesn't

UNDERSTAND)

The Church, it was the first altar of

science.

The Cop points to a spot at the top center of the map.

LANGDON (cont'd)

And St. Peter's is...

The Cop points to a spot at the bottom center.

Langdon's eyes widen, he grabs the Cop by the lapels --

-- and pulls a pen from the man's pocket.

89.

He turns back to the map and draws a straight line, from north to

south, connecting the two churches the Cop just pointed to.

LANGDON (cont'd)

And we're over here --

He puts the pen on a point on the eastern side of the map.

LANGDON (cont'd)

-- and west is --

He draws a line straight across the map, to the west, sucking in

his breath as he realizes something.

LANGDON (cont'd)

'Cross Rome...

Now he stands, slowly, and as he stands, we rise up, to get a

birds-eye view of the map on the floor.

On which he has drawn a perfect cross.

LANGDON (cont'd)

It's a cross. The poem meant it

literally. The four altars of

science form a perfect cross.

The Cop, who has no clue what he's talking about, gets a call on

his radio and turns away to take it.

LANGDON (cont'd)

(muttering to himself)

Which means the fourth element, water,

should be right about --

He drops to his knees again, and traces the horizontal line to

where it stops on the western side of the city, exactly as far

from the center line as was the church on the eastern side.

LANGDON (cont'd)

Here.

ROMAN COP

(behind him)

Professor, I am asked to escort you to

the Vatican immediately. Commander

Rocher has asked to see you.

LANGDON

(ignoring him)

Water.

90.

As Langdon peers down, we see the line on the map comes to a stop

in the center of a place called Piazza Navona, and as we go in

closer on the map, an odd-shaped object in the middle of the

Piazza starts to move, to ripple, right there on the map, and we

hear the sound of running water as it slowly dissolves to --

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