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...

- Sh*t.

- Rudy?

Are you okay?

- Was that a gunshot?

- No, I farted.

Yuri, guide me out of here.

Oh, sh*t, 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.

In your new dress

As you spend your night

Walkin' and boppin'

Just to get it right

Chugging your drink

Till we break up out

It's a mystery to me

How you do that

Be careful.

Mr. Cafmeyer, this way, please.

So let's see what Santa brought for me.

Mm?

This egg was designed

by Peter Carl Faberg.

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!

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