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Sophie : Do you have
a message from Sauniere?
Robert : What are you
talking about?
Sophie : Crazy old
man.
Robert : You have me confused with
someone else. I was asked to come
here and consult. So--
Sophie : No. you are
sous surveillance cache.
Robert : Yes,
and—what?
Sophie : Bring the
suspect to the crime scene and hope he incriminates
himself.
Robert : Suspect?
Sophie : Check your
jacket pocket. Just look. GPS tracking dot. Accurate
within two feet anywhere on the globe. The agent who
picked you up slipped it
into your jacket in case you tried
to run. We have you on a
little leash, Professor.
Robert : Why would I
try to run? I didn't do anything.
Sophie : So, what do
you think about the fourth line of text Fache wiped
clean before you arrived? He brought you here to
force a confession, Professor Langdon.
Man : He's still in
there? What's he doing?
Sophie : Fache isn't
even looking for other suspects, okay? He is sure
you're guilty. When did Sauniere contact you? Today?
Robert : Yes, yes.
Sophie : What time?
What time?
Robert : At 3. Three.
Around 3. Three.
Sophie : The gallery
alarm was triggered at 8. You were—
Robert : I was giving
a lecture.
Sophie : At 9. You
had the privacy light on in your hotel room until
8:30, right? We call Fache "the Bull." Once he
starts, he doesn't stop. He can arrest you and
detain you for months while he
builds a case.
And by then whatever Sauniere wanted you to tell me
will be useless.
Robert : Stop it!
Just stop! Who are you? What are you talking about?
Tell you what?
Sophie : Maybe who
really killed him. The Fibonacci sequence. I believe
Sauniere wrote it so his investigation would include
cryptographers.
Robert : That’s quite
a leap, isn’t it?
Sophie : No. And the
letters. "P.S."
Robert : P.S.,
postscript.
Sophie : "Princess
Sophie." Yeah. Silly, I know. But I was only a girl
when I lived with him. Jacques Sauniere was my
grandfather. Apparently, it was his dying wish that
we meet. If you help me understand why, I will get
you to your embassy, where we cannot arrest you.
Robert : Fache was
never gonna let me just stroll out of here, was he?
Sophie : No. If we
are to get away from here, we must find another way.
Robert : What exactly
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