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- [Seymour] Richard Fountain,

son of the Foreign Secretary
and brilliant young Oxford Don.

Enjoys sailing with his pupil, Bob Kirby.

He's unofficially engaged
to Penelope Goodrich,

daughter of Walter Goodrich,
Provost of Lancaster College.

Fountain is an authority
on Greek mythology

and is at present in
Greece, researching material

for a book on Minoan rites.

I was informed by the Foreign Office

that reports had been received from Greece

that Richard Fountain was involved

with a group of people suspected of drug

and other criminal offenses.

As neither government
wanted a political scandal

on their hands, I was asked
to investigate the matter.

I felt sure that there had been a mistake.

The information certainly didn’t fit

with the Richard I knew.

We had met some years ago

when we were both
undergraduates at Oxford.

Richard was Walter Goodrich's protege,

and after his finals was
offered a post as lecturer

at Lancaster college.

I have since been told
how Goodrich had attempted

to organize both Richard's
private and professional life.

So, as a first step,

I decided to visit Oxford and try

and find out more about
the state of mind he was in

before he went to Greece.

- Hello!

Mr. Seymour!

- Nice to see you again, Parker.

- Nice to have seen you, sir.

- Why, Seymour, how are you?

- Very well, good to see you again.

- Glad you could make it.

- Our Provost still gives
the best parties at Oxford.

- We're worried about Richard.

- We were expecting him back
from Greece two days ago.

- Richard may not get back from Greece.

- What's that I hear about Richard?

I'm so sorry, we haven't been introduced.

Bob Kirby.

- Bob is Richard's star pupil.

- How do you know so much about Richard?

- I had a phone call
from Richard's father.

- Typical.

Bloody Socialist ministers!

Richard's father may be Foreign Secretary,

but he has no sense of protocol.

Why didn't he call me?

- It's all a mystery.

- Well, it's all a bit vague.

The Foreign Office called me, as well.

- The Foreign Office?

- Yes, apparently Richard's
in some sort of trouble.

- What kind of trouble?

- The Greek authorities.

- But he would have written to me!

- What did he do?

Hit a Greek Colonel?

- Don't be facetious, Mark.

- He does have quite a temper.

- Richard's not violent.

- His only fight now is to
get to the top of this college

and succeed me when I retire.

- The youngest Oxford Provost ever.

- The facts are that someone
in the government is worried.

- What about?

- The possibility of an
international scandal.

I readily agreed when Penelope
and Bob Kirby insisted

on coming to Greece with me,

feeling that their knowledge
of Richard would be useful.

So we left next day on the
first available flight.

A scandal could be extremely
damaging politically

and for Richard's career.

- Career?

- Oh, don't start on that kick again, Bob!

- You think he dug every little scheme

that you and your father
made for him, don't you?

- Daddy helped Richard a lot.

- Oh, come on, you've done
your share of pushing, too.

- You're just jealous.

- Of what?

- Now, shut up, both of you.

You've done nothing but argue
ever since we left England.

You said you wanted to help Richard.

- I do.
- Then help him.

Behave like adults or go home.

On arrival in Athens,

I went straight to see my contact there,

the British military
attache, Derek Longbow.

- Does Penelope know?

- Not the full details,
obviously, because of security.

But I think she might be quite useful.

She and Richard are going to get engaged.

- Oh, I thinks she's going to
be in for a bit of a shock.

- What do you know about this girl

that Richard's keeping company with?

- [Derek] Chriseis Constantinini.

I met her at a party.

- [Seymour] Where?

- [Derek] At Johnny Catamanadris'.

- Catamandris. Catamandris...

I'm afraid I've rather lost touch

with the Greek social scene, Derek.

Could you fill me in?

- The jet set.

Johnny Catamandris is the
son of Colonel Catamandris,

their Minister of the Interior.

Along with our Foreign Secretary's
son, it makes quite a party.

- [Seymour] But Richard was in Mykonos,

getting on with his research.

- [Derek] Strange kind of
research with that lot.

- [Seymour] What do you think's going on,

some kind of intrigue?

Blackmail?

- [Derek] Isn't that what
you're here to find out?

- [Seymour] And you've
got to help me, Derek.

How's Richard mixed up with that crowd?

- [Derek] I've no idea.

But I understand they're always together.

- [Seymour] Cable Richard
to stay put in Mykonos

till we get there.

♪ Baby, don't you flash
your evil eyes at me ♪

♪ I know you'd like to get
your clutches into me ♪

♪ Better learn to cast
your spell some other way ♪

♪ Always tripping out ♪

♪ Your mind is made for this ♪

♪ Well, I don't wanna taste the
evil that you taste ♪

♪ Well, you don't know what
the devil gotta have ♪

♪ Baby, don't you flash
your evil eyes at me ♪

♪ I know you'd like to get
your clutches into me ♪

♪ Better learn to cast
your spell some other way ♪

♪ Always tripping out ♪

♪ Your mind is made for this ♪

♪ But I don't wanna taste the
evil that you taste ♪

♪ But you don't know what
the devil got to have ♪

- Did you tell her yet?

- Well, if you haven't, now's the time.

We don't want an emotional
scene in public, do we?

- Tell her.

If Richard's on the dockside to greet us,

with the girl...
- Yes, yes. I see your point.

I'll go and tell her.

Hello, Penelope.
- Hello.

- Penelope, when all this started

and I got the details about Richard,

there was something I didn't tell you.

- What?

- Well, it seems that
there's another woman.

Her name is Chriseis.

Don't you think you've had enough?

- Mind your own business.

- Penelope, I know you're
hurt about the girl,

but you must try--
- Excuse me.

I've been to the villa.

- And?

- They've gone.
- Where to?

- Ah,

destination unknown.

- [Bob] I gave that to Richard.

- Well, what is it?

- A son of charm.

Where did you find it?

- At the police station.

They have files on all their guests.

Especially those who leave
without paying their bills.

Evidently, all they left
in their room was this.

- And this notebook.

It must make some sense.

"Ariston men hydor."

"Water is best."

- What on Earth is
Richard running away from?

- Well, whatever it was, they
were in a desperate hurry.

- Why, the police?

- No, us.

- Perhaps he's heard
you and I are here, too.

He wouldn't like that, would he?

Now he's got Chriseis.

- Chriseis is your hang-up.

- Is she?

Oh, come on, Bob,
we both failed Richard.

He doesn't want either of us now!

- Just because you
couldn't make it with him.

- I'll take care of her, leave her to me.

- Look, this isn't going to
get us anywhere.

- She's pushing her luck!

All right, so she's upset about the girl,

but if...

- You, ah, couldn't make it?

- What?

- That's what you said
to Penelope, wasn't it?

What couldn't she make?

- Richard.

- Is that a guess, or do you know?

- No.

Well,

he told me.

He was very depressed and,
well, it all came out.

And incidentally, I'm
not homosexual, you know!

And there was nothing between us.

- No, no, I understand.

It goes much deeper than that.

Richard never told you
or Penelope, but...

He's never made it with anyone.

- I refuse to continue this
conversation any further.

Will you please leave my room?

- Oh, yes.

I'm getting through to you, aren't I?

I know what you wanted from Richard.

Prestige.

Status.

Your face in the glossy magazines.

The Honorable Lady Fountain entertains!

- You do talk a lot of rubbish.

- I don't give a damn what you want.

What I want is to find Richard.

- So do I!

- Well, will you stop fighting me?

- Are you going?

- No.

- Right.

Then I am!

Ice cream, Miss?

- [Bob] Hey, you!

- Help!

Help!

- The theory is that Richard believed

that Walter Goodrich caused his impotence.

I can imagine that kind
of classic resentment

happening here in the Theatre of Mines.

Some of those Minoan rites were,

well, to say the very
least, a bit unsavory.

But you can hardly
believe that Minoan rites

could take place at Oxford.

Can you imagine the Don being
castrated by the Provost?

- It's really metaphorical.

You see, the Provost, to Richard,

is a symbol of the establishment,

and to Richard, the establishment
destroys, castrates.

For example, Richard's
marriage to Penelope,

or Goodrich's continual
academic wheeling and dealing.

- That's irrational.

- According to Bob, Richard came to Greece

in search of some sort of freedom.

- Uh-huh.

- To seek his manhood.

- Oh!

Well, they say that this
climate works wonders

for that son of thing.

Maybe Bob's African background

has given him a son of vivid imagination.

Do you think he was right?

- I'm not sure.

- Hydra?

- I knew it was something.

A couple of years ago,
there was a scandal.

It involved Johnny Catamandris.

It was pretty bad.

I think that Richard left
this notebook for us to find.

- Yes, go on.

- He could have been taken to Hydra,

possibly against his will.

- Why Hydra?

- Some ancient religious
cults-- cruel, vicious--

are rumored to still
exist on the island, now,

despite denial by the
Greek Orthodox church.

- Wait a minute, didn't
Hercules sack the city of Hydra

because of the vicious
behavior of its inhabitants?

- Yes.

That's mythological history, of course.

On the other hand,

history does have a way
of repeating itself.

- [Seymour] This old woman's
daughter was murdered.

- What was that he was
saying about Richard?

- The police want to question him.

It seems there were similar occurrences

in Corinth and Mykonos
when Richard was there.

- The Inspector wants to know

whether to charge the old woman.

- No.

No charges.

Can you let her go?

- Where are they taking her?

- To the hospital.

- [Seymour] She'll be well taken care of.

- Do we know where Richard is?

- No.

- We needed help if we were
to find Richard quickly,

so we contacted Colonel
Stavros of Greek Intelligence.

I can assure you, Colonel,

that we'll stick to our
side of the bargain.

- Good.

I'm sure Mr. Fountain's father,

such a friend of Greece,

would not wish him involved
in any scandal on Greek soil.

- We'll try and have
Fountain out of the country

within 48 hours.

- Excellent.

Now we must go to the airport.

I have placed a helicopter
at your disposal.

- You are very welcome.

I have instructed the Mayor of Hydra

to give you every assistance.

- Thank you very much, Colonel.

Goodbye.

- Goodbye.

- Where did the Mayor go?

- Ex transport.

- All this red carpet treatment.

I'm beginning to think that Richard

is a reincarnation of Lord Byron.

- The authorities are
faced with a major problem,

whatever Richard's been up to.

- Murder?

- Don't be so dramatic, Penelope.

There's no proof.

However, obviously Richard's been involved

in some kind of scandal.

A very important Greek.

The Greek government are
just as anxious as we are

to get Richard out of the country.

- I bet.

Anything to save some Greek VIP.

- A habit which I fear is
not the exclusive province

of the Greeks.

- Suppose it was murder?

- I see.

And where does that path lead to?

- The monastery.
Aimatos tou Christou.

- If it was Richard, he's sick.

They've taken him to the
Monastery of the Blood of Christ.

- Well, thank you very much, Yanis,

for your help and transport.

Bye.

- Not far now.

- But don't you see, Tony?

Hydra.

The hundred-headed monster.

Each head, when it was cut,
off grew again,

by nature of some power
derived from its central body.

A kind of infection

guaranteeing immortality.

- But that's mythology.

- But doesn't it remind you
of any cult or superstition?

- [Seymour] It reminds
me of all superstitions.

Christianity, for one.

- The abbot says that in fact Chriseis

did bring him up hereto be cured,

that the monks have treated him.

- Cured?

What from?

- An ancient sickness.

Go on.

- Apparently, she doesn't
want him to be cured,

merely to be kept alive.

Now, he says that he
thinks that she loves him,

but that when she has
no further use for him

she'll cast him off.

- Then let him die.

Now.

Now, what's he talking about?

Do you know what he means?

- I think I do.

Centuries ago, the people
of Hydra brought this curse

to the island.

The monks tried to fight it,

and in so doing found a cure for it.

- [Derek] What form is this
curse or sickness take?

- [Bob] It's to do with the blood.

- Are you all right, Penelope?

- Yes, I think I'll just go for a walk.

- She looked a bit sick.

Maybe I should go with her.

- No, stay where you are.

- No, I'll be all right, thank you.

- Yes.

The abbot says they
took this mountain path.

- Where does it lead to?

- To that old fort up there.

Journey of about two, three hours.

- Two or three hours?

That's only five miles.

We can use the Land Rover.

- Yeah, it's not passable.

It's just a mule track.

- What's that all about?

- The monks' cells are normally
out of bounds to women.

But in this case, the abbot
has given his permission.

- You didn't just leave
him there, did you?

- Leave who there?

- Richard.

He was lying there, dead.

- Where?

- In a temple, up there.

- You come with me.

Look.

- [Penelope] What happened?

- The monks make some great moonshine.

You were suffering from
wine plus sunshine.

Nothing worse.

- Bob!

- You just take it easy, now.

- You don't have to go, do you?

- I must.

The abbot will look after you.

- Take me with you.

- Now, you rest.

We'll be back as soon as we can.

And with Richard.

Thank you.

- [Seymour] Are you all right?

Put this on.

- Tony!

He's in a trance.

- They've taken the mules.

- What?

The bastards!

- We better carry him down.

- [Seymour] In the dark?

- [Derek] No, we'll wait till dawn.

- [Seymour] Could you take
the two kids with you?

- Right.

- Pick up Penelope at the monastery,

and get her off the island.

- And Richard?

- [Seymour] I don't want
Penelope to see him like this.

- Bob?

- He's awake.

- I got your cable in Mykonos.

I wanted to stay till you came but

Chriseis' influence was too strong.

I found myself speaking in riddles.

I was trying to cheat her...

Or you.

I don't know.

- That's a pretty crazy riddle.

- Ariston men hydor.

Hydor, Hydra...

You understood.

- It was Derek Longbow.

A classical education still has its uses.

- Where's Chriseis?

- She's gone.

- Try to sleep.

- You must watch for her.

She'll be back.

- He's too weak to travel.

- [Seymour] He's too
sick to be carried down

in this condition.

- I'll just have to pick up any
sort of transport I can get.

- Wait.

Where are you going?

- Down to Hydra.

To make some arrangements

to get us out of here.

- You can't go.

Not yet.

Anyone.

I must protect you.

Bob.

- Yes?

- Take me outside.

Place me facing the mountains.

Please.

- All right.

- O Zeus,

put strength back into my limbs.

Grant a safe passage to our friend

and deliver us from the evil.

0 Great Father of the Gods,

send us a sign.

- What's this all about?

- All this looking out at the sky,

he seems to be placating the gods.

- Take care, Derek.

- Look out!

The eagle!

The eagle.

The eagle.

Did you see the sign?

Didn't you count?

- [Seymour] Count what?

- There are six people here,

and the eagle only swooped five times.

- I'll get back as soon as I can.

- That means one of us must die here.

Soon.

I couldn't fight her.

I thought that she loved me.

I loved her.

I thought she was the
escape I was looking for.

But even then I couldn't.

I couldn't.

- You don't have to tell us.

- I must.

In case she comes back.

- Go on, Richard.

- I couldn't...

Make love to her.

But Chriseis said it didn't matter.

She said there were other things.

- What things, Richard?

If we're going to help you, we must know.

- Where is Richard?

- I told you,

at the fort.

Now, don't worry. Richard
is going to be all right.

- You said in a state of shock.

Don't try to hide anything, Derek.

How bad is he?

- Well, he's suffering from
some kind of hallucination.

It would be better if he didn't see you

until he was in England.

Now, you go home and say nothing.

- That won't be difficult
if you don't explain!

Oh, I wish I knew what
the hell was happening.

What am I going to tell father?

- Absolutely nothing.

Just tell him that Richard was taken "I

and Tony will explain it all later.

Now, bon voyage.

Have a good trip.

Bye.
- Bye-bye.

- I need your help.

- Athens.

- Athens?

- They don't trust us to
carry out their inspections.

- Why?

- They send their military to interfere.

He's waiting for you.

There.

- Oh.

Colonel Stavros?

- What did you find?

- Well, it was some kind
of orgiastic ritual.

- And Fountain?

- He wasn't involved.

He was in a hypnotic trance.

- [Stavros] You expect
us to accept that story?

- In Corinth, Mykonos,
Crete, Fountain was merely--

- An accessory after the fact!

- [Derek] Yes.

- Major, this is an order.

Get Fountain out of Greece,
not one minute--

- That's exactly what we intend to do.

Uh...

We need to use your helicopter again.

- In the mountains?

- We can take landing flares, panels.

- Very well.

I will help you all I can.

- Thank you, Colonel.

- Derek's taking his time.

Hope there's nothing wrong.

- The whole thing is wrong.

But you can't see it.

- Now, look, I've been
through the whole syllabus

of sexual deviation.

If you know, tell me.

- Look, I might as well
put on a headdress,

some war paint and dance
around you three times!

You'll never believe it.

- Swooping eagles, monks with phony cures,

ritualistic murder!

There's got to be a perfectly
logical explanation,

not this mumbo jumbo!

- Mumbo jumbo?

I suppose you don't
believe in superstition?

- No.

- Never walked around a ladder?

- Never.

- Or thrown salt over your shoulder?

- All right, what's your explanation?

- Dependence.

- What?

- Dependence.

Richard came to Greece
in search of freedom.

The plan backfired and he
became dependent on Chriseis,

because she's the inheritress

of an ancient and obscene practice.

- Come on, Bob, in this day and age?

- Look, only a year back,
a man was sacrificed

in a London park.

You've got your witches covens
in Mayfair, voodoo in Soho.

How do you explain that?

Logic?

Science?

- [Derek] Help!

Over here!

- This way!

That must be Chriseis!

Go back!

Give me your hand!

Derek, try to get a foothold!

Bob!

You killed her!

- It was an accident.

- We've got to get off the island fast!

Help me with Richard.

- She's not dead yet!

- What the hell are you
trying to do, you bloody fool?!

It was an accident.

What do you wanna do, make it murder?

Hours seemed to pass

before the helicopter
arrived to pick us up.

We had a difficult time
convincing the authorities

in Athens with our story,

but were finally allowed to
take Richard back to England.

- Hello, Tony.

- Oh, hello, Basil. How nice to see you.

- Sad business.
- Yes.

- How did it happen?

- In Hydra.

- Where's he buried?

- Athens.

- He'd have liked that.

Derek was fond of Greece.

You know when I--
- Basil,

lovely to see you again,
but I must dash.

Let's have dinner sometime.

- [Basil] Yes.

- Richard!

Where are you going?

- Oxford.

- Take care.

- Of course.

- [Seymour] The one man I knew

who might logically
explain the events in Greece

was Professor Holmstrom.

- Vampirism is a phenomena
popularly associated

with Central and Eastern Europe.

It is, however, of course, universal,

though happily, extremely rare.

Mind you, the romantic
aspects of vampirism

of course, we know mainly
through the movies.

Count Dracula and such.

The immortal bloodsucker with
the over-developed molars.

Graves opening at sunset,

as he goes forth on his nightly
prowl for beautiful victims.

Garlands of garlic to prevent our heroine

from donating her blood
to an unworthy cause.

Dreaded holy cross, blinding the
eyes of our thirsty villain.

And finally, his gory demise,

as the stake pierces his heart

and sends his tormented
soul into another world.

That's charming, isn't it?

Well, so much for the
legend of vampirism, Tony.

- Hokum, I call it!

- Yeah, well, you can
call it what you like.

I happen to have spent a whole lifetime

studying the origins of man,

you see, so I know that
there is a more serious

and scientific aspect.

For instance, did you know that vampirism

is a sexual perversion?

- Erik, this is no time for jokes.

- Sadomasochism, my dear man,
is no joke.

Now, sadomasochistic perversions,

as you know, are more likely
to appeal to frigid females

and impotent males.

This, uh, friend of yours,
what was his name?

What's his sexual status?

- Do you know, I really don't know.

- Ah, mm.

Well, example:

the man is impotent, so he's
searching for fulfillment.

He meets a girl-- well, the girl,

or even a man, I suppose.

- Well, let's skip the
rather special cases

of the homosexual vampire, shall we?

- All right, anybody,
anybody, male or female,

provided they satisfy his sexual appetite.

- Are you trying to tell me

that a girl sucking
blood from a man's neck

can induce an orgasm?

- Yes, of course.

- Erik!

- Now, come, come, Tony,
don't be so naive.

Man works and loves in many ways.

Now, some men, for instance,

get excitement only from statues.

The Pygmalion syndrome.

Other men can only make love in a coffin.

You have voyeurs, transvestites,
narcissists, bestialists...

It's a funny old world we live in.

And, by the same token, you also
have masochistic vampires.

Now, if this is the case with your friend,

well, I must tell you that,
uh, there is a grave risk.

I think the best advice I can give you

is to make sure that
he's not reminded of it.

- [Seymour] I'll do that.

I'm sure with some rest he'll recover.

Back at college, Richard rested,

then returned to his sporting
activities and studies.

The shadow began to lift

and his life seemed gradually
to return to normality.

- Now, Richard, I hope you won't mind

my talking shop two weeks before term.

- Even if I did, it wouldn't stop you.

- Quite!

I've got rather a tight
schedule for you, I'm afraid.

First, there's your official
welcome back to college

at a quincentenary dinner.

- Lovely party, Walter.

- So very glad you could come.

- Thank you.

- I suppose I'll have to make a speech.

- Oh, just something short and witty.

Then I'll arrange that
course of lectures for you

at Manchester.

- In term? With all my
other commitments?

- Good money, plus expenses.

Help your status, dear boy.

And now, for our other spot of business:

your engagement to Penelope.

I shall make the announcement tonight.

- Aren't you rather taking
things for granted, sir?

I've hardly discussed
the matter with Penelope.

- I have.

She's thrilled.

- Penelope, darling,

I'm so delighted for you.
And you, Richard.

- To Penelope and Richard,
long life and happiness.

- Cheers.
- [AM] Cheers.

- God help them both.

- I'm not even in college this term!

I've been put into some
lousy boarding house

on the Woodstock Road.

Who arranged that?

- Dr. Walter Goodrich.

Who else?

- Typical!

Why, that bastard!

We're back to square one, Richard.

- Chriseis won't like that.

Chriseis won't like that at all!

- Happy, darling?

- Yes, of course, I am.

- How do you feel?
- Look...

I must finish this chapter tonight.

- I can see I'm in the way...

I'm sorry.

- I'll see you tomorrow.

- All right, my darling.

Don't work too late.

Goodnight, Richard.

- Goodnight.

Chriseis?

Chriseis?

- Well, that's what
Mark Honeydew wrote me,

that, uh, your father's
been putting the pressure

on Richard again.

- Mark Honeydew's an old woman!

- [Seymour] Let's stick
to the point, shall we?

- Daddy's not putting
the pressure on Richard.

He's arranging things out of kindness.

- Then tell your father that
that type of kindness can kill.

- Oh, stop being such
a bloody bully, Tony.

I'm doing my best!

- Well, it's just not good enough.

You've got--

Hello?

Penelope?

Bob Kirby rang me and said

it was vital I come to Oxford immediately.

There were signs that Richard
was beginning to crack again.

- [Man] Mr. Kirby!

- [Seymour] Bob!

- Geoff, will you excuse
me a minute, please?

- Sure.

- Okay, Bob, what's all this about?

Are you sure?
- Quite.

- But that's impossible.

She just can't be-

- Look, I told you what we
should have done in Greece.

But you wouldn't listen to me.

- That is over.
- Is it?

- All right!

The point is he mustn't get any worse.

Let's get him out of Oxford.

- It's Richard's speech tonight.

- Speech?

What speech?

- [Bob] The quincentenary dinner.

- Do you remember at the
Vice Chancellor's election,

there was a most frightful scene?

Charles Crabtree, that most
long-winded of orators...

Oh, and talking speeches,

you will keep yours brief,
won't you, dear boy?

- Of course.

- Well, Charles' bladder had
grown weak with the yarn.

And at the payoff of
some 30-minute anecdote

of total tedium, he suddenly
flew from the high table

with his gown billowing out behind him

like Count Dracula's cloak.

Come along, Robert.

Time for din-din.

We mustn't keep dear Dr. Goodrich waiting.

- Have you dined in the hall before?

- [Man] Yes, sir, I have.

- Your Royal Highness,

You Excellency,

my lords, ladies and gentlemen.

It is my very great pleasure this evening,

as Provost of Lancaster College

in the University of Oxford,

to welcome back to college
our truly beloved magistrate,

Richard Fountain.

- My friends,

when a man comes back from abroad

it is, as you know, an ancient custom

that he brings a message.

Mine is a message of freedom.

Let us beware of those

who seek to possess our
bodies and our minds.

For the academic world dehumanizes us,

and we become its natural dependents.

Love me, says the academic,

and do exactly as I tell you.

In this protection racket
of the establishment,

the outsiders are labeled "them,"

the collective enemy.

The reds, the Blacks, the
whites, the yellow peril.

We are brain-washed

into the same hatreds,
of the same threats

and over the years our
behavior has become captive.

And so in brotherhood we
plunge to our own destruction.

But the gods!

The gods have given us
freedom, my friends.

Do not be trapped by the petty schemes

of academic hirelings.

The thieves who come to take your soul

are sitting among you now.

Smooth deceivers

in scarlet gowns,

preparing as soon as
they rise from this table

to leech on to you!

Such a man is sitting there!

Or there!

Or there.

Worst of all, there!

- Richard!

- But that's not all, my friends.

Use your power.

- Enough, Richard, enough!

- Leave him alone.

You had your chance!

- Richard.

Take it easy.

- Don't touch me!

- Come on.

- Quiet!

Be quiet and sit down!

I command you!

- Richard.

- Through there.

- Where did they go?

- Come on!

- [Chriseis] Richard.

Richard.

Richard.

Make love to me.

Love me. Love me, Richard.

Love me.

Make love to me, Richard.

Richard.

- In there!

- God!

My God!

You little bastard!

- Richard!

- [Richard] God!

- As Provost of Lancaster College

in the University of Oxford,

I am empowered to act as coroner

in respect of death which occurred

within the college precincts.

The privilege was granted to
all provosts of this college

by our founder, King Henry VI,

and has been countenanced by
his royal successors.

The inquest may take place in private

without the presence of
the press, the police,

or any other outside authority.

Only the verdict need be made public.

It is my verdict that...

That Penelope Goodrich,

and Richard Fountain,

being misused by the world,
did in equal consent

take their own lives.

The one by the letting of blood,

the other by falling
from a college building

while temporarily of unsound mind.

May God, and our beloved founder,

have pity for their souls.

- [Seymour] Officially,
the matter was closed,

but as Bob had realized back in Greece,

I now knew there was one last
act still to be carried out.

- I can't go through with it.

- We have to.

- I can't!