The Order

Le Vaillant was struck by the hypocrisy

of killing fellow human beings in the name of religion.

Especially since these people professed belief in the same God.

The Fazar, Le Vaillant's written account of his experiences in the Holy Land,

tells us he wandered the streets of conquered Jerusalem

for days after that bloody battle,

until he found the entrance of a cave

that ran beneath the length of the holy city.

Inside that cave, he began to record his epiphany,

which became the basis for a new religious sect.

An order that would combine the fundamental tenets

of the three major religions of his day.

His first converts were Christian knights

who'd also become disenchanted by the bloodshed.

The force of his convictions even won over a number of Muslims and Jews.

Former enemies who now became willing converts to the new faith.

Many years after completing the original Fazar,

Le Vaillant had further revelations.

He wrote these down, intending them to be added as the final chapter.

Around this time he and his followers were being accused of heresy

by the crusader authorities.

On their way to Syria, he and a group of disciples were intercepted

by some of the very same crusaders he had once commanded.

During the battle that followed,

Le Vaillant died a martyr's death.

The final chapter he had written was lost.

Do you have the alarm code? And no guards, right?

You'll be like the fox in the henhouse. Heh, heh. Take as many eggs as you like.

Yuri, it's Russian mob. No mistakes on this one.

My friend, this is 1000 percent.

By this time tomorrow, you'll be in New York making a deal.

And I'll be in Tel Aviv waiting for my commission.

Visual is all clear.

- Come on. - Done.

Way to go, Yuri. I'm in.

Do you see the egg?

It's beautiful.

Yes! Yes! Yes!

I'm going for it.

- I got it. - Yuri's the man with the plan!

- You're the man with the plan. - I told you...

- Shit. - Rudy?

Are you okay?

- Was that a gunshot? - No, I farted.

Yuri, guide me out of here.

Oh, shit, Rudy. I'm sorry.

Toilet!

Hey, pal, this is a taxi zone. You wanna get towed away?

Sorry. Watch it for me.

- Hey. - Thanks.

Right on.

Perhaps you've seen enough stones and carvings. Come with me.

I will show you a garment. A most controversial acquisition.

This was unearthed beneath a false storage room,

situated by Theodosius as a decoy against thieves.

But often success as an archeologist depends on knowing where to dig.

Well, I can dig her. Heh.

Rudy! Would you take over?

Can I have your?

Okay, everybody, follow me.

Dad, what's up? My main man!

Why must you always attract attention?

Come on, I love people, I love life...

You love to embarrass me.

I'm just having fun, Dad.

- Anyway, you called. You want to talk? - Yes, but not here. Come on.

Tell me, are you still involved with that same nonsense?

Hey, I'm legit now.

Straight. Import-export. And I'm kicking ass.

Now, check this out.

Here, take it. For you.

Fancy watches, fast cars, easy money.

What does it prove in the grand scheme of things, Rudy?

- Yeah? - You have the egg?

I've got it. Trust me,

it's in pristine condition.

- Ten o'clock. - Yeah, I'll be there.

Later, tonight. Some business.

- I hope for your sake it is legal. - A thousand percent.

Come on.

Damn plane tickets.

They are here somewhere.

- Where you going? On a dig? - No, an interview.

Someone I've been trying to meet for a very long time.

- Don't touch that! - Sorry.

What is it?

The lost chapter of the Fazar.

Oh.

The Fazar happens to be the holy scripture

for an obscure Middle Eastern sect.

And, yes, to answer your inevitable next question, it is quite valuable.

But only to practicing members of the Order.

What can I say, Dad? You have an exciting life.

Rudy, we need to discuss some issues. Come by my apartment this evening.

- Uh, I've got some business tonight. - Mm-hm.

In fact, uh, it's time to go.

All right. Can you at least call me?

Of course.

Absolutely.

- Tonight. It has to be tonight. - You've got it, Dad.

Be careful.

Mr. Cafmeyer, this way, please.

So let's see what Santa brought for me.

Mm?

This egg was designed by Peter Carl Fabergé.

A special gift to Czar Nicholas.

Look at the inlay. Twenty-four-karat gold.

What can I say? One of a kind.

- That's why it's so expensive. - You cannot find this on the Net. Ha, ha.

That's for sure. But stealing it from the Russian mafia, come on.

Russian mafia?

In fact, he's got some friends. Very nasty guys.

If they found out about this, you'd end up with

your balls stuffed and sewn inside your mouth.

Whoa. So the deal about...

No, no, no. Here's the deal.

I'm giving you an easy out. I'll take this hot potato off your hands.

- And I'll assume the risk. - Risk is my business.

You're not listening, Rudy.

Just a second, please.

- Hello? - Rudy!

Where are you? You promised to call me tonight!

Uh, I'm in a business meeting.

Really? Are you buying a disco?

- Dad, please. - I can hear that music!

Hey, where are you going?

That is just what I'm trying to explain to you.

Rudy, what is going on?

Give it to him.

Rudy.

Hey, come here!

Rudy?

My egg.

Move!

Oh, shit.

My eyes!

Got a problem here?

Hey, can I make a phone call over here?

Not yet, Rudy. Heard you had a big night last night.

How are you gonna pay for all that? Sell your Ferrari?

Listen, I had a bad night, okay?

Why do I have to look at your face in the morning? Huh?

Is your father Oscar Cafmeyer?

Yeah. Why?

Yesterday, there was a manuscript in this case.

Last night, security discovered it missing.

So what?

Your father was last to leave the building.

This morning, nobody seems to know where he is.

A case of like father, like son?

- You're full of shit. - Rudy, relax.

Why should he break the glass if he had a key?

Nobody's making any accusations. We just wanna ask him some questions.

You have any idea where he is?

No.

Rudy, I've been trying your mobile, but all I get is this recording.

Oh, never mind. I will try again later.

I'm staying at an old friend's home.

Remember Walt Finley? He is teaching at Ben Gurion University.

Now, this is his number: 972...

- Hello? - Rudy?

- Dad, how are you? - Thank God you're there.

- Where are you? - Israel.

- Israel? - Pay attention, I beg you.

I was at the police station. You know what they're saying about you?

Not now. I'm afraid I've gotten myself into some big trouble.

- What do you mean? - What are you doing? Hang up!

Dad! Who's that?

Book me on the first flight to Israel. Tel Aviv. Right away!

Take your glasses off, please.

Visiting Israel on business or pleasure?

Pleasure, always.

Excuse me, uh, what's the delay?

Our database shows that you've had several arrests

for illegally transporting artifacts.

Does it also show I was never convicted?

Please open your carry-on.

Any artifacts which you have not declared?

Oh, the Mona Lisa.

- Hmm. You like to joke. - They say laughter opens up the soul.

Well, let it open the rest of your luggage too.

- You're joking, right? - Ha-ha-ha. No.

You know, this is bullshit.

No, Mr. Cafmeyer. This is Israel.

I apologize. Security is extra tight this month.

Muslims are making their pilgrimage to Jerusalem for Ramadan.

Passport, please.

Rudy? Rudy Cafmeyer!

- Who is this? - Walter Finley.

Professor of archeology at Ben Gurion University.

And what is your relationship to this man?

Not that it's any of your business, I'm a friend of his father's.

I've known him since he was in knickers,

which would have put you in diapers.

Now, are there any more insurmountable obstacles

we have to overcome here, young lady?

Thank you for your cooperation.

Shalom.

- Good to see you. - You too.

- Where's my dad? - Look, let's get your bags into my car.