INT PAPAL APARTMENT DAY

-- the red silk sash covering the doors to the papal apartment is

SLICED apart --

-- the wax seal BREAKS as the doors are flung open, and we --

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT ST. PETER'S SQUARE DAY

-- St. Peter's Square, later the same day. The Crowd, if you can

believe it, is even bigger.

A STRING OF REPORTERS fills us in for the last time (non-English

speakers subtitled).

BBC REPORTER

Church sources now confirm that

Camerlengo Father Sebastian Guttierez

has died of internal injuries

sustained in his heroic fall --

A BRAZILIAN REPORTER:

BRAZILIAN REPORTER

-- which has spurred calls for his

immediate canonization and sainthood.

The Vatican also announced the death

of three of its cardinals in the fire

at Santa Maria Delia Vittoria --

An AMERICAN REPORTER:

AMERICAN REPORTER

-- but all eyes here are on the papal

balcony as we await the appearance of

the new Holy Father, who, despite

terrorist attempts at disruption --

We move off the Reporter and up, toward the papal balcony, its

doors hanging open, curtains billowing.

131.

AMERICAN REPORTER (cont'd)

-- seems to have been selected in one

of the swiftest and smoothest

conclaves in modern church history.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT PAPAL APARTMENT DAY

Inside the papal apartments, Robert Langdon sits stiffly on a

straight-backed chair in a hallway. Couldn't look more

uncomfortable if he tried.

A Swiss Guardsman stands on either side of him.

The door to his right suddenly opens, another Guardsman nods to

him, and Langdon gets to his feet, straightening his jacket.

INT OFFICE OF THE POPE DAY

Langdon is shown into the office, where a robed figure is being

dressed by two VATICAN ATTENDANTS -- the clothes he dons are

unmistakably papal vestments. The figure, his back to us,

gestures to a nearby table.

One of the Swiss Guardsmen goes to the table and picks up an

envelope, hands it to Langdon.

SWISS GUARDSMAN

A token of thanks from His Holiness.

Langdon, puzzled, opens the envelope and lets the contents fall

into his hand.

It's a thin volume, but a familiar one -- the only surviving copy

of Galileo's Diagramma. Langdon nearly GASPS.

The figure in the papal robes turn around. It is, of course,

Cardinal Mortati.

MORTATI

This should help you complete your

scholarly work, Professor.

Langdon is too stunned to speak,

MORTATI (cont'd)

I ask only that in your last will and

testament you ensure it finds its way

home.

LANGDON

I -- yes, I -- of course.

132.

Mortati takes a few steps forward, studying Langdon,

MORTATI

When you write of us -- and you will

write of us -- may I ask one thing?

Langdon looks at him questioningly.

MORTATI (cont'd)

Do so gently?

LANGDON

I'll try.

MORTATI

Religion is flawed, Mr. Langdon, but

only because man is flawed.

Including this one.

He touches his chest lightly.

The Aides now pick up the miter, the spade-shaped papal hat. He

stands still while they place it on his head, completing his

attire.

LANGDON

I hear you've chosen the name Luke.

There have been Marks and Johns, but

never a Luke.

MORTATI

It's said he was a doctor.

LANGDON

Is that a message? Science and

faith all in one?

MORTATI

The world is in need of both.

Science can heal, or science can kill.

It depends on the soul of the man

using the science.

Langdon looks at him. Likes the sound of that.

LANGDON

You'll lead wisely.

MORTATI

I'm an old man. I'll lead briefly,

Mortati comes closer to Langdon, raises his right hand, and makes

a gentle sign of the cross over him, murmuring softly.

133.

MORTATI (cont'd)

Thanks be to God, for sending someone

to protect His church.

LANGDON

I -- don't believe He sent me,

Father.

MORTATI

Oh, my son...

He smiles.

MORTATI (cont'd)

Of course He did.

He turns, and his Aides part the billowing silk curtains that lead

to the papal balcony.

We move forward with him as he steps out over St. Peter's Square

and a great ROAR rises up from below.

Cardinal Mortati, Pope Luke I, holds his arms out to his sides, an

embrace to take in the world --

-- and behind him, hidden in the shadows of the papal apartment,

just behind the billowing curtains, Robert Langdon folds his hand

in front of him --

-- and bows his head.

THE END