PORTSMOUTH, ENGLAND
VATICAN CITY, ROME
Come in, please.
The book?
Yes. I have it here.
Hold on.
We can't know what we're dealing with unless you let me see it.
-Sorry, Father, but we don't know... -I understand.
-You don't know me. -And I don't know you.
-I have to trust what you say. -Is that what you mean?
What's your relationship with Father Vergara?
We're like brothers. We studied together, here in Rome.
Of course, but I'd like to know more.
I'll show you something.
This was the lecture hall.
Here Vergara and I devoted the precious years of our youth,
studying the scholastics, St. Augustine, St. Thomas.
All that spirituality, what has it become?
He liked simple things.
He was happy in our little town, beside the sea.
He loved sailing.
-Right, Paco? -Yes.
He had a little boat, didn't he?
Yes, a boat painted blue.
That's right. Blue.
Sometimes when he went to sea...
This call will cost a fortune. But he didn't care.
He could spend hours on the phone.
The town isn't on the coast, is it?
-No. -Shit.
Give me the book.
Shit!
30 COINS
-Sir, there's something... -No.
No? Why? Let me at least...
Aren't you used to the fact that I know everything in your mind?
I'm told they've took Father Vergara from one of the palace dungeons.
Where are they taking him? What will you do with him?
He betrayed me in thought.
-We do not need him. -Are you still delving into his soul?
Into his, yours and all human beings. It's my job, Fabio.
I note a certain obstinacy in Vergara's case.
It's as if he were special to you.
-Don't concern yourself, Fabio. -I'm not, Your Highness.
But Vergara is more necessary now than ever.
Don't you think?
ROME, ITALY
-Will they have found the body? -No. I don't think so.
-Two cappuccinos. The bathroom? -First door on the left.
Close it.
-Open it. -No way.
Paco.
What's this? The bathroom isn't for making love.
-Your coffee, Father Lombardi. -Thank you.
Are you Lombardi?
You're Elena, aren't you? I've been waiting for you for a long time.
I am the real Lombardi, my dear.
-Salcedo. How did you find me? -It's my job, remember?
You'll get nothing from here. It's not like in the town.
-What do you know of Paco? -Excuse me?
-You're with him and her. -I'm carrying out an investigation.
Nothing to do with any nonsense in the town.
Tell him I want to see him.
-I just told you. -His life is in danger.
Only I can save him.
-But you're reading it in reverse. -Paco!
You can't read it like a normal book, or you lose your head.
Literally.
There is no doubt. The eyes of God.
Some call it so, but it has other names.
This is the Wormius translation from the edition by Theodorus Philetas,
identical to one stolen from the Vatican. It's the finest.
And the John Dee edition in the British Museum,
but it has many errors that make it quite unreliable.
But what does it say? What's so important?
It's a grimoire, Paco.
-A what? -A book of spells.
Magical formulas based on mathematical principles.
A very unusual vision.
It's hard to read, very hard.
The last page is impossible.
Each symbol is a number that, in turn, represents a sound,
making it indecipherable unless we know the language we're speaking.
-Latin? -No. It doesn't work.
Luckily, a Danish mathematician and philologist
discovered ten years ago that it was an Ica dialect.
-Ica? -From Peru.
That's why nothing fit.
So, they already know what it says.
No.
Not this final page.
One would need a computing capacity that does not currently exist.
There is a theory. Some say it serves to summon no less than God.
The danger of such a spell is that it could cause...
-The end of everything. -I'm afraid so.
But deciphering this may take them years.
Or maybe they'll never succeed.
The problem is the Danish mathematician...
-Has vanished. -Exactly.
So they can.
-With the necessary energy, yes. -The 30 coins.
The suffering of God is the most powerful of energies.
But I don't understand one thing. What good does this book do us?
It explains how it's done, but also how to stop it.
The antidote.
Is it necessary to do this now?
It's been a pleasure, my friend.
I love you very much.
-But what can we do? -Nothing for now.
Barbrow has the edge on us.
We must travel to stop the ritual and you will help me.
-Travel where? -Nazca, in Peru.
-But how do we know? -That's a long story.
Barbrow acquired a petroglyph at an auction.
-He paid a fortune. -Hold on.
Can someone tell me what a petroglyph is?
An enormous stone, Paco.
We need fake passports, ID papers, driver's licenses.
Wait.
Father, are you okay?
Stop.
-Why? -Your Majesty!
-Your Majesty. -I know, Santoro.
Now that Lombardi is dead...
You need me.
Let us return to the surface.
PEDRAZA, SPAIN
Return to Earth what was underneath.
Bring back to life what is dead.
I'm sorry to tell you that time has been cruel to your bodies.
Reginald Johnson, Ph.D. from Cambridge.
He worked for over three decades on top European projects
in the field of physics.
This guy has to be linked to what we're investigating.
What's wrong? I can't find the link. And it's right in front of our noses.
-They're together! They're back! -Who?
Those who were once enemies now walk together
and are here on Earth, among us!
-It has a password. -Of course it does.
This man designed the European Space Agency satellite,
Airbus and the particle accelerator.
Sure it's got a fucking password. It may take a lifetime to find it.
How are you?
-And you? -I've been better.
Slow down! Slow down!
Lady, where are we going?
PEDRAZA FUNERAL SERVICES
Are we in such bad shape?
PEDRAZA FUNERAL SERVICES
-Why did she bring us here? -I don't know.
So that we try to fix that look of yours.
Look at yourself. You haven't seen yourself.
Goodness!
Dead flesh.
Two rotting corpses, that's what we are.
Nice way to come back to life. Damn.
"And on the third day, they rose again."
Holy scriptures are called holy for a reason.
Don't you respect anything?
Manuel, alive or dead or whatever you are now, you're always so boring.
-Let's go. -No. Wait.
We were brought here to fix our appearance.
We can't wander the world like this.
-A long road awaits us. -That's true.
Look at this pretty lab.
Let's go.
-What are you doing? -Making you look decent.
I'm going to shut that mouth.
You're getting it in my teeth.
You're so fussy, please!
Right. Fuck. I look like a clown.
Is this how you get revenge?
Revenge?
What are you doing?
I can't feel anything.
-You stuck it in me? -Yes.
Interesting. It'll do us good.
Returning to Rome to snatch the book from Elena won't be easy.
To...? What did you say?
I mean, to protect her. If she opens that book, she's as good as dead.
-Listen to me. -What?
I killed you once. I can do it again.
I want you to know that I don't trust you.
I don't trust you either, my friend.
Because of you, I lost the 30 coins.
But I don't hold a grudge. You've paid the price too.
Close it up well, eh?
Try this on.
How do I look?
SEGOVIA, SPAIN
I'm not surprised you went nuts.
She's pretty cute, your wife, mature, but well-preserved.
Someone who know what they have to do if you know what I mean.
If she comes back, I'd give her one, because you,
with the shit they're giving you, you should forget about it.
Let's go. Up you get.
What an atmosphere here today, yeah?
I'll leave this guy here. He's going to play a game with you.
Some tokens here.
He's a bit limp. When he wakes up, he tells jokes and he's a riot.
Fernando.
What's up with you?
Fernando!
-Sole! -Give him one of these.
-What is it? -To put my father to sleep.
This is trouble. I don't want to know.
-You always side with authority. -I'm not an idiot!
Let's get out of here. They're waiting for us.
Let's go!
Hold it!
Let's go.
Quietly, damn it. This way.
Salcedo, I can't talk right now. Quiet.
-Fuck! -What's wrong?
-It's not working. -Again.
-The strip is fucked. -It happens in hotels.
If it's with your phone.
-I can't believe this is happening. -Laguna.
No, Max. We don't have time to try 500 combinations now.
-We can put tape on the card. -Shut up and let me think!
Do you think you're still a soldier? You're crazy.
Sole? Sole!
Sole, Sole, Sole.
Sole, come here, honey. Look at the lock.
It has a metal piece and a spring.
-You just have to make it pop. -But...
I know what they did to you. Since the Ouija, nothing's been the same.
-No. -They think you have a power.
And I believe it too. Concentrate, honey. You can do it.
Think about what they did to your father. Do you them to do it again?
-No. -Then concentrate. Think about...
Think about how they burnt his hand just to see you raise the book.
-Can you feel it? Okay. -Yes.
Now channel the anger, the anger you felt afterwards.
-I wanted to kill them. -Right, very good.
Now focus that anger on the lock.
You want to blow the lock to smithereens, to melt it.
Go, Sole. Sole, you can do it.
Let's go! Let's go! Let's go, guys!
Quickly! Quickly!
Come on!
Run.
-Salcedo! -No! Let go of me, you bastard!
Let go of me, motherfucker!
We're in the basement. It has to be now.
-Let's go, quickly! -Run!
We're coming out of the parking lot.
Salcedo, now! Come now! Hurry! Don't lag behind!
-Dad! -Sole, run! My daughter!
Come on!
-Let's go! -Hurry! Come on!
Antonio.
-Up! Come on! -Come on.
-Let's go, Julio. -Max got left behind.
Come on, old man.
However fast you are in your mind, you are slow.
-Get in! Go on. -Get up, Max!
-Let's go! -Start the bus!
Who gave this woman a license? We're going to die!
-You never drove like you had balls. -My balls are in my throat now.
Shit. Take the wheel for a moment.
-They're right. Ease up a bit. -Look in the damn mirror.
I lose them at the next detour, or we're screwed.
Relax.
It's Paco. Yes, Paco.
Salcedo. How do I put this in a few words? It's all going bad.
-Bad? -Bad, no. It's fucked.
Lombardi got killed.
They split him in half in front of us.
-Lombardi? -Lombardi was the only one
that could translate this shit.
-Translate what? -The book! Fuck!
These people are one step ahead of us.
-What is it? -Some Lombardi guy got killed.
-But do they have the book? -Do you have a book?
Yes, but we can't read it. We can't keep ahead of these people.
They don't know what to do. They can't read it. Hold on.
-I may have a contact I can call. -Now?
Tomorrow when it's open.
It doesn't matter who reads it. We have to find something else.
I loved this part.
We have to find a quiet place where we can hide. It has to be safe.
Maybe Antonio can think of something.
-Can you think of anything? -Pass me the phone.
-Paco, can you hear me? -Yes, Antonio.
-Beware of people dressed in blue. -What?
Let me.
Good evening. We're doing an evacuation drill.
-You must go down to reception. -Thanks.
-We'll be down in a minute. -You're welcome.
-Shit. They're here already. -Who?
-Didn't you see? She was all in blue. -What does that mean?
I don't know. Antonio warned me and that girl shows up.
Look, they're on the street.
THERMAL POOLS EMERGENCY EXIT
Come here. Let's go.
Paco!
Paco. Paco.
Paco.
-Where I am? -I have you at last.