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He fell, hit his head on the way down.

-(camera shutter clicks) -And drowned.

Tell me who killed my husband.

(grunting)

(Gabriel) I want to fight just once.

I want to know what it feels like.

I like older guys, they've got more depth.

We need to reschedule, when Cara can make it.

This doesn't feel right.

You'll make a fantastic Dean.

Good luck, Professor.

Justice and fairness are our responsibility, not grievance.

I have been appointed Dean of the School of Criminology.

I know him. He was on the interview panel.

What makes you think you're fit to judge anyone?

-(fire roaring) -(screaming)

(heavy breathing through gas mask)

# Testator #

# Silens #

# Costestes #

# E spiritu #

# Silencium #

# Testator #

# Silens #

(heart beating)

(orchestral music)

(panting)

(Dr Cherry) Who is it?

Who are these "others", who send you fleeing

to the comfort of people who look like you do,

speak like you do, think like you do?

For fear of being threatened by opinions, wounded by words,

offended by attitudes, damaged by differences.

We wouldn't want you to be triggered, would we?

What is this word, "triggered"?

I want to trigger you. I want to challenge you.

I want you to think.

Haidar, what is "groupthink"?

When a group of people make irrational

or substandard decisions,

motivated by the desire to conform

or the belief that dissent isn't an option.

And how can you be an investigator

if you are a victim of "groupthink"?

You can't.

You can't!

(Dr Cherry) But I see groupthink everywhere in your generation.

Social media has made you a herd

and reduced your individuality to a data point.

You are the progressive census

who have traded freedom of thought for a reassuring echo chamber.

(Dr Cherry) Are those who enable this behaviour,

who institutionalise it, the enemy?

They preside over the death of empathy,

"I cannot understand you unless I am you."

You've allowed yourselves to be siloed into affinity groups.

Demographic categories.

Where an algorithm can mine your data and produce content

which fills you with hate, or fear, or both.

And you are content to live that way,

believing that you are in charge of your lives,

when in fact, you have handed them over

to a close-minded insularity.

What a load of crap.

(chuckles softly)

(indistinct radio chatter)

(Jack inhales deeply)

Nikki?

Jesus.

Yeah. I saw it.

-(Nikki) You've taken a video? -Yeah.

-(Nikki) Can you help me? -Mm-hmm.

(Nikki) The body was found

in the procubitus position on the kitchen floor,

suggesting that the victim could have been trying to escape

-from the fire by crawling. -(camera shutter clicks)

There are severe skin burn injuries.

The body is extensively charred

so conventional visual identification is not possible...

Skin and soft tissues have been burnt off,

resulting in skeletal muscle exposure.

Heat-related lesions have exposed the skull,

-where bone lesions are visible. -(camera shutter clicks)

(DI Bull) The fire investigator says

the fire originated in the kitchen,

on the gas hob.

We think it was a pan of cooking oil.

(Gabriel) Accident?

(Jack) The response time of the Fire Brigade was good.

There is no evidence of third-party involvement.

No other detectable injuries on the body

that the fire may have been trying to disguise.

The fire inspector says it was a kitchen fire

that burned out of control.

(Nikki) The heat was intense.

From what's left of the lungs, it seems smoke inhalation,

carbon monoxide poisoning is likely cause of death.

Why couldn't they escape?

Disorientation? We don't know.

Was that a metal belt buckle burnt into the thigh?

Looks like it's from an overcoat or a raincoat, caught underneath

when they were trying to crawl out of the room.

The fabric has burned away.

What we're left with is the buckle.

Do we know whether it's a man or a woman?

The uterus is intact.

Uh, the house was owned by a woman.

(Jack) Yeah.

Her name is... Valerie Fullerton. It's likely to be her.

(tense music)

What?

Valerie Fullerton?

Yeah.

Gabriel?

Valerie Fullerton was also on the interview panel.

With Harrison Cairney.

And both are dead?

What are the odds of that?

(suspenseful music)

-(hurried footsteps approaching) -(music swells)

(soft rustling)

You dropped this.

Oh, thank you.

(Nikki) Harrison Cairney.

No external injuries.

No initial indication of alcohol or illegal drug use.

He tested positive for codeine

but not in an amount

that would suggest abuse or addiction.

Full toxicology report is being prepared.

(Gabriel) Did the scan reveal anything?

(Nikki) No visible signs of stroke

or myocardial infarction on the scan.

No marks on the body.

There's no physical evidence

that places anyone else at the scene.

He just died?

Sometimes, people "just die" without an obvious cause.

And sometimes fires just happen.

He appears to have had a sexual encounter in the sauna.

How do you know? Did you find love notes?

Ejaculate on his thigh... and around his penis.

I'm glad I asked. (clears throat)

You think the scene may have been tampered with?

The absence of evidence is the evidence.

So what killed him, Doctor?

An earth-shattering orgasm?

Possibly.

Would that we could all go that way, eh?

(chuckles)

Will you be doing a full postmortem?

If you ask me to.

-Yes, please. -(phone buzzing)

Jack?

(DI Bull) We've got a lead on the Robinson case.

(siren blaring)

(DI Bull) So this is our swimmer's van.

-Lads. -(officer) Sir.

We're looking for, I don't know, a suicide note?

Receipts? Invoices? Quotes?

Something that suggests whether he was looking forward or back.

Spare set of keys from Mrs Robinson.

Coo coo ca choo.

(foreboding music)

(DI Bull) Nice family.

(camera shutter clicks)

(Nikki) Signs of moderate coronary heart disease.

But it's consistent with his age.

Lung for histology.

(Jack) Bull?

Could you take a sample of the stomach content?

Then close him up for me.

Well. He had plenty of work coming in.

(Jack) Mm-hmm.

Appointments and estimates, well in to next month.

Is there an address in there, for a job nearby?

Uh, not that I can see. Just initials.

Tell you what, you can't find an electrician these days

for love nor money.

He was paid nearly four grand the day he goes missing...

Doesn't say who it was from. Cash maybe?

-Ooh. Builders love cash. -Have you checked his account?

Yeah. No recent deposits.

Cash makes him a target.

I knew a local chap who had ten grand taken off him

by Albanian labourers on the site he was working on.

They followed him home, jumped him.

Took his money and pissed off back to Albania.

Not that you've got anything against Albanians...

I don't. But I imagine he does.

I was having to do all the work for her.

And I don't mind, really.

It's kinda like, you know, being a good person to help her,

but it's not really fair, is it?

Hi!

Do you want to sit with us?

Don't worry. She didn't hear me, did she?

-Sit. -(mouths)

Why?

(scoffs)

Okay.

(Vanessa) Read my lips.

Because he's a wanker?

Because he's a seedy, gross old guy,

who sends me a text

and tries to get me alone and drunk so he can grope me?

(uneasy music)

Do you understand that or shall I write it down?

(Jack) What's up, champ?

Ah, Jack, I've just been copied in to an email.

(Gabriel) Were you advising a student at the university?

They've made a complaint against you.

(snorts)

That's a load of crap is what that is.

(exhales deeply) Um...

How well do you know Vanessa Mellor?

Were you alone with her?

-Are you serious? -I have to be.

(distant siren blaring)

(sighs)

People who make false accusations are dangerous.

What should I do?

(mouths)

(mouths)

These are false. I know they're false.

Fundamentals make the fighter. Stick with the basics.

On your toes. Chin in.

(exhales sharply, grunts)

(Jack) Protect your head. Hands up.

Got to be faster than that. Speed and strength equals power.

Nice, that was good. Good.

Good, Prof.

-(Gabriel grunts) -Oh, sugar.

I'm sorry.

-(panting) -Are you okay?

Right, I'm calling this.

-That's it. Done. -(grunts)

I'm good.

You sure?

Come on. Come on.

(intense music)

(Jack) Protect your head.

(grunting)

(Nikki) There is nothing conclusive.

The cause of Cairney's death remains unascertained.

Nothing in the contents of his stomach?

-Did he eat anything dodgy? -Oats.

Nothing of note.

Well, at least he got his oats.

Toxicology?

(Nikki) Nothing unusual.

Except he's dead.

Is that how good we are?

Someone's unexplainably dead and there's "nothing unusual".

(groans)

I love this view. This is a wonderful view.

(clicks tongue)

Do you know what the view from my office is?

An exhaust vent.

I think we'd have better police officers

if we had better views.

Mind you, there's some great views

from the top floors of the Old Brompton Building.

31 floors. 117 metres high.

Great views.

The old counter-terror boys have got those.

See, counter-terror, oh, that's where it's at.

Clear cut. Good and evil.

Don't have to watch what you say.

None of this... "Ooh, you've offended me" nonsense.

That ship sailed without me on it.

(DI Bull breathes deeply)

"Nothing unusual".

Surely there's something, anything that I find unusual?

Who else was on that panel?

(suspenseful music)

Morning.

(DI Bull) I need you to arrange a uniform drive by

for an Elizabeth Newport to start right away.

Yeah, I'll send you the address.

-(DI Bull) Mrs Newport? -Miss.

Okay.

(Elizabeth) Hello, Gabriel.

Could we have a word, please?

(Elizabeth) Yes, of course.

What is it?

And Valerie?

Both of them?

It could be a coincidence.

-(Elizabeth) Gabriel? -Do you believe in coincidence?

Do you know somebody who could have a grievance against them?

(DI Bull) A grievance against you or the professor here?

(light suspenseful music)

Who?

It's impossible.

You need to tell me.

Peter Cherry was very upset he wasn't selected.

(Jack) Peter Cherry? Give me a break.

(Newport) He made a number of accusations...

(Jack) Does that make him a killer?

No. It gives him a grievance.

He was clearly the most experienced

in and out of the lecture hall.

-No offence, Gabriel. -None taken.

But we didn't feel he was the most... suitable.

Why wasn't he suitable?

He had views that were controversial.

On a postmortem table, you are either a man or a woman.

Or a biological anomaly.

There was a complaint by a student.

Everything else is human construct.

It was conforming to

"a repressive binary view of gender".

What?

People should be able to live as they want, love who they want.

We're not talking about living or loving.

He's not talking about gender.

He's talking about a dead body.

Its biological sex is scientific fact.

Had the student ever done a postmortem?

It set off a chain of events.

Social media. Protests.

Do you think he'd said something wrong?

No...

But you didn't defend his right to say it?

(clicks tongue)

The panel didn't feel comfortable appointing him

and believed Professor Folukoya to be the better candidate.

He was more thoughtful,

more likely to bring colleagues with him.

Thanks, but two of our colleagues are dead.

Do any of us think it's simply a coincidence?

Hold off on making any announcement about Professor Folukoya

just in case it paints a target on his back.

It's already on Twitter.

(sighs)

This Cherry. Did he threaten you?

No.

Do you think he could be dangerous?

Yes.

Right. We either eliminate him or find a connection.

If you'll forgive me, I... have got class.

(tense music)

(Dr Cherry) It was 677 homicides in the UK last year,

that's the highest number since 2008.

What percentage of those homicides

will have no suspects charged after three years?

Anyone?

Celeste?

-20 percent. -(Dr Cherry) 20 percent.

So, if there is not enough evidence to charge,

is that the fault of the police?

Is it our fault as investigators?

Our inadequacy in supporting the investigation?

The truth is... and don't share this around,

all of you, in this room, will have the skills

when you have finished this course,

to commit a homicide and get away with it.

(uneasy music)

What are we looking for?

I'm not sure.

We need something that tells us about something,

that we don't know we're looking for.

(Jack) Huh.

I'd like to prove this wasn't an accident.

So she comes home.

Starts cooking her tea. Sets herself on fire.

(screaming)

Dies.

(Nikki) What was she cooking?

Was there anything left of the pan?

Was there any residue in the pan that resembled food?

(Jack) There was oil in the pan...

(oil hissing)

She wasn't sautéing onions or frying chicken?

There was no extant residue in the pan.

Just the oil.

She still had her coat on when she died.

You come home, fill a pan with oil, heat it until it boils,

and never take your overcoat off?

(Jack) Mm-hmm.

Have you looked in the fridge?

-(bottles clink) -(Jack grunts)

(Jack) Mushrooms...

(suspenseful music)

Call the Council?

Yeah.

(Jack) Health spa.

Harrison Cairney enters, 37 minutes later...

Peter Cherry enters.

You can place him in the building?

(Jack) At the same time.

(DI Bull) But not in the sauna.

University students and staff both use the health spa and gym?

-Yes. -So...

do we make everyone at the gym a person of interest?

But wait. Jack, go ahead. Look at this.

(Nikki) Valerie Fullerton picking up vegetables.

(Jack) Look who she's talking to.

(light suspenseful music)

Peter Cherry.

He went to find them both.

Then they died.

Unusual.

(light suspenseful music continues)

(phone buzzes)

(phone chimes)

(sighs)

(line ringing)

Nikki?

Can I see the tox report on Cairney?

It's positive. It's GHB.

It was in his water.

The killer has let us know there's foul play,

but has made sure we can't prove who's responsible.

Did he do it himself or was he spiked?

-How can we tell you that? -You can't.

(indistinct chatter)

Peter Cherry. Nice to meet you.

Dr Alexander.

Women always go to their title, don't they?

In case men don't think they have one.

(chuckles)

I like you. You remind me of someone.

And you're Gabriel Folukoya.

-Hello. Nice to meet you. -Hi.

I believe you pipped me to the post on the Dean's job

or so... Twitter tells me.

Apparently. Nice to meet you.

-Jack Hodgson. -(chuckles)

-Oh! You were in one of my classes! -Yes, I was. I loved it.

Yeah. That's a few years ago now, isn't it?

Just a few. Yeah.

-Very earnest, as I recall. -Still is.

(Dr Cherry) Hmm.

-And very talented. -Let's not overdo it.

(chuckles) Right.

The Detective Inspector has suggested

that, um, you might need my help with a case review.

Is it a cold case?

No. It's still an active investigation.

Oh, really?

(DI Bull) Have you heard that Harrison Cairney

and Valerie Fullerton have both died

in the last 72 hours?

Both of them?

We've reached an impasse,

and we wanted to make sure we've considered all our options.

Your options?

Did you know either of them?

Yes, I did, which you know. Which is why you're here.

I went to visit both of them in the last 72 hours

to let them know that I thought their decision to appoint

Professor Folukoya was wrongheaded.

No offence, Professor.

No. I think you intended to offend.

Perhaps I did.

I guarantee you everything I am, I've earned.

I expect you have.

(inhales sharply) So, I'm part of the case review?

Am I your only suspect?

All right.

I'll give you a quick case review for free.

The reason why you haven't got enough to charge me

is not because you are inadequate.

It's because I didn't do it.

I think we're done.

(tense music)

(Gabriel) We should never have gone.

We've alerted him to our suspicion.

I just wanted to see how he'd react.

(Gabriel) Did it tell you anything?

(sighs) I know you're worried, Professor.

I don't blame you.

I'll make sure we have eyes on you.

-(phone buzzing) -Sorry.

(DI Bull) Hello?

(suspenseful music)

(music swells)

(music fades)

Don't worry. I'll go back and talk to him.

Get his prints. Swab him for DNA.

-I'll go. -(Jack) Huh?

Why do you think he'll talk to you?

He said he likes me.

(scoffs)

(indistinct chatter)

Thanks for allowing me to come back and see you.

You knew I would. I have nothing to fear.

-Prints first or swab? -Not bothered.

We're all so good at swabs now since Covid, aren't we?

Tell me.

In your experience, which I expect is estimable,

have you ever come across individuals

who you find utterly loathsome?

Representing everything wrong with the human experience?

-Maybe one or two. -(soft chuckle)

Maybe more. I've been at this a while.

Cairney was one of those.

Horrible man, with a zipper problem

and a penchant for undergraduates.

He had this strange inflated view of himself.

A handsome "caped crusader" who the girls couldn't resist.

I bet you could have resisted him.

Who knows?

Left hand, please.

Superman is just a toughen-y rehashing

of Judeo-Christian messiah mythology.

"Man comes down to earth to save mankind."

"Satan" becomes "kryptonite". Black and white.

-Good and evil. -(device trilling)

Not much nuance to it.

But then we live in an age of little nuance, don't we?

-(thuds) -(protesters chanting indistinctly)

(chanting continues)

I didn't murder him, you know, although I would have liked to.

Do you think maybe he took his own life?

Why would you ask that?

Well, they trip on their vanity and fall on their arrogance,

don't they?

Marriage not good. Shagging around.

He's got the crosshairs of "Me Too" tattooed on his forehead.

Yes, you can make a good argument for self-inflicted harm.

White man in his fifties. Highest increase in incidence.

Nearly 15 percent now.

Men taking their own lives in that age demographic is common

even if there's no prior signs.

Sad. But true.

See, they see the world closing in on them.

Just like Cairney did.

I don't take a view on that.

Do you take a view on anything?

(Nikki) Yeah. I'm taking one right now.

(laughs)

(soft chuckle)

You remind me of my wife.

My late wife.

Not the way you look. The way you reduce things.

The way you poke. I admired her for that.

She was quick.

She was a woman of enormous talent.

Not recognized enough for her work. A woman of the mind.

(clicks tongue) Glioblastoma.

A perverse disease, designed to torment a thoughtful

and talented woman like her

and inflict the maximum pain and heartache.

She never complained.

She didn't blame the doctors, or the government, or me, or God.

She didn't seek refuge from offence,

or to keep from being "triggered" or needing a "safe space".

People who endure hardship know that no such place exists.

They know that the world is mean and cruel.

Joy, in all its infinite space is to be celebrated,

and death is endless.

I'm sorry. That was... rather indulgent.

So you've no idea how he died?

No.

Did you find anything... unusual?

There was GHB in his water.

(light suspenseful music)

You don't believe I've killed him, do you?

Not for me to decide.

Or you wouldn't have told me that.

(Dr Cherry) You need to leave now.

(door creaks, opens)

-(protester) Cherry! Cherry! -(protesters) Out! Out!

(protester) Cherry! Cherry! Cherry!

(protesters) Out! Out! Out!

Thanks.

(protesters chanting)

(chanting continues)

(suspenseful music)

(protesters chanting) Cherry! Out!

(ominous music)

(suspenseful music)

(screaming)

Help! (whimpers)

(suspenseful music continues)

(music fades)

(muffled screaming)

-(keyboard keys clacking) -(phone buzzing)

(phone chimes)

I just got a pin from Cara.

-So did I. -(Jack) That's not good.

-(Nikki) Nothing. -Message failed.

(tense music)

(protesters booing)

(Dr Cherry) How brave of you to show your faces!

To believe in something so passionately

that you remain anonymous.

Social norms may change, government may change,

legislation changes.

Fairness does not change.

(Dr Cherry) But your fast fashion, virtual disposable society

abandoned fairness.

You think you're protecting it, you're not.

You are the repressive people we were warned about.

(all chanting) Out! Out! Out!

The ones who despise freedom of expression

and have condemned yourselves to be slaves to ideology!

(chanting continues)

The devil comes in the disguise

of everything you've ever wished for.

(protester) Get back inside, old man!

(protesters cheering and laughing)

-(Vanessa grunting) -(tense music)

Help! (crying)

(whimpering)

(lock clinking)

(breathing heavily)

(music fades)

(woman) We know it was you.

We know you made the complaint about Professor Cherry.

(muffled) Please, please, I'm sorry...

You don't have a positive belief about anything, do you?

Nothing that you want to build.

Only things that you want to complain about.

Tear down.

(footsteps approaching)

You destroyed him. He's a great man.

You are nothing.

(muffled) I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Please, let me go. Please.

Oh. This won't hurt.

When someone is wronged,

justice should be done and fairness,

not mercy, should be the measure.

What punishment do you deserve

for destroying someone's reputation?

For destroying someone's life?

What punishment would be fair?

Laughing gas.

We thought that would be fair.

-(tense music) -(Vanessa whimpering)

(door opens)

-Help! -She didn't do anything!

(Haidar) She's a witness!

-(muffled screaming) -(suspenseful music)

(Cara yelps, whimpers)

(suspenseful music continues)

(protesters chanting) Cherry! Out!

This way.

(whimpering)

(whimpering continues)

I can't do this. Not both of them.

(tense music)

(muffled) No! Don't, please!

(breathing heavily)

(muffled screaming) No!

(Vanessa screaming) No!

(muffled screaming)

(muffled whimpering)

(siren blaring)

(suspenseful music)

(music swelling)

(air hissing)

(Vanessa whimpering, sobbing)

(Cara whimpering)

(door opens)

-What the hell is going on? -(muffled whimpering)

(Jack) Cara?

What the hell have you given them?

(Vanessa and Cara panting)

It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.

-Breathe. -(Vanessa coughs)

(shouts) No!

(Jack) This is over.

I swear to God, if you move...

(Nikki) You all right?

(lock clicks)

(Cara whimpers)

It's okay, it's all right.

(Cara sobbing)

(uneasy music)

(Nikki on voicemail) Hi, this is Dr Nikki Alexander.

-Please leave a message. -(line beeps)

I know who murdered

Harrison Cairney and Valerie Fullerton.

And I know that I'm responsible.

(breathes deeply)

(breathes deeply)

-(siren blaring) -(indistinct radio chatter)

(DI Bull) Can you get in the car, please?

Thank you.

Just need you to make a statement.

(bell tolling)

Okay?

(Nikki) Sorry.

(lock beeps)

No!

(Nikki breathing heavily)

(sombre music)

(exhales heavily)

She explains in the paper how GHB, Nitrous Oxide and other drugs

can be used to cause death without detection.

She wrote a paper about a crime she was gonna commit.

And Cherry realised that.

(sighs)

(knocking on door)

-Are you decent? -Come in.

Oh. You about to cut him up?

-Postmortem. -Yeah, that's what I meant. Yeah.

Never as dark as people think, yeah?

Darkness comes before the dawn. (sighs)

Sometimes you wish you could just be there.

Grab 'em. Say there is support.

There is someone to talk to. Cherry.

And that electrician bloke.

Robinson.

Robinson?

-I have a moral problem. -I imagine more than one.

Mrs Elaine Robinson?

(water running)

Is the beneficiary of nearly two million quid

in life insurance policies, taken out by her late husband.

He was worth a lot more dead than he was alive.

-Are you thinking she killed him? -No.

(Nikki) Good.

Because I sat with her as she sobbed over her loss

and... I didn't think it was a show.

-Maybe she's a good actress? -Maybe she's profoundly sad.

-Well, I'm thinking it's fraud... -Of course you are, you're a cop.

He bought the policies during Covid.

His business was hanging by a thread.

He's still in massive debt.

Dying was quite useful for him.

Except that he's dead which, generally speaking,

isn't all that useful.

Well, there is that. Yeah.

Jack said he thought he was assaulted

for the cash he was carrying.

I could go either way on this. Depends on how you look at it.

I know the insurance company would be quite keen to hear

he had taken his own life...

Really? What's their interest?

-The Coroner will decide. -Yeah, on our recommendation.

What is our recommendation?

(gentle music)

(Dr Cherry) Dear Professor Folukoya,

I am writing to highly recommend

Cara Connelly, a student of mine, for a work placement.

Cara is an outstanding student.

I have no doubt she will make a substantial contribution

to the work of your team.

And to the life of the Lyell Centre.

Postmortem of Peter Cherry. A 65-year-old white male.

(lock beeps)

(Nikki) Elaine?

Sorry to bother you.

I just, well...

I needed to know whether you know how my husband died?

The insurance companies won't pay.

They say he may have taken his own life

and, uh... we're going to lose the house.

We lost nearly everything in Covid and all.

My husband, he borrowed against the house...

Victims of long Covid.

My husband,

he took the policies out to protect his family,

to protect us. (breathes shakily)

That's what men do.

A decision is made based on the evidence

and there'll be a decision soon.

(Elaine) Hmm.

(lock beeps)

That was a bit cold, wasn't it?

I know how the decision is made and I know what the evidence is.

And I know that there's no definitive evidence of self-harm.

That okay with you?

Can we talk about sport?

(distant siren blaring)

Three rounds. Nine minutes.

That's your goal. That's your only goal.

(Jack) All right? I want you to stay on your toes and dance.

Nine minutes of dancing.

If you can get him an early punch,

you'll make him think twice about coming forward.

-(Jack) All right? -(breathes deeply)

It's all right to be nervous.

Healthy respect for your opponent.

You've got to make the nerves work for you though. Yeah?

Keep you sharp.

(distant shouting)

God knows why I'm doing this.

Then stop.

Don't do it. No one is making you.

You're right. I can stop.

(scoffs) I don't need to be doing this.

(breathes sharply)

You want me to go tell them it's off?

I'll tell them.

(exhales deeply)

(door opens)

No. No, don't. (sniffles)

(breathes deeply)

(Jack) It's just sport.

A chance to test yourself. That's all it is.

This is more than a sport to me.

I live here.

For nine minutes, I want to live here.

-(man) Time to go, boys. You're on. -(bell dinging)

You're about to.

Good.

(pensive music)

-Prof, here we go. You ready? -Mm-hmm.

All right, you got this. Go on.

(referee) Boxers!

All right, lads. I want a nice clean fight.

Listen to my instructions

and protect yourselves at all times.

Now touch gloves.

(crowd cheering)

-(bell dinging) -(referee) Fight!

(suspenseful music)

(crowd clamouring)

(Jack) Come on now, Prof.

(suspenseful music continues)

That's it, that's it, move.

Hands up! Hands up!

Protect yourself.

(sucks teeth)

(clamouring continues)

That's it! That's it! That's it!

(referee) Break.

(Jack) All right. How you doing out there?

Take some water.

Okay.

There you go. Remember to breathe.

Okay? You glad you did this?

-(breathes sharply) -You're a fighter now, boy.

Keep those hands up. Keep moving, keep dancing.

You got this, okay? Let's go. Round two.

(bell dings)

(crowd cheering, clamouring)

Prof, protect your head!

(both grunting)

(crowd cheering)

Hands up! Come on! Defend yourself!

Defend yourself!

Keep your hands up. Defend that head.

-(referee) Break. Break. -(bell dings)

(applause)

(Jack) Three minutes, all right? Hands up.

-Your hands up. Okay? -Mm-hmm.

-(bell dings) -(Jack) Let's go.

-(grunts) -(crowd cheering)

(dramatic music)

You can do it.

(referee) Two... three...

Come on!

-Five! -Come on. Yes!

-(referee) Six! -(Jack) Come on.

(dramatic orchestral music)

-(grunts) -(crowd cheering)

Yes! Come on.

Get him in the corner. That's it.

(grunting)

(grunting)

-(bell dings) -(applause)

(blows air)

And your winner!

(crowd cheering)

-You did it! You did it! -I can...

(both laughing)

How do you feel? Huh?

-Do you feel alive now? -Yes.

-(laughing) -You had enough?

(both grunting)

(music fades)

I see it. Do you see it?

Yeah. I see it.

-Do you want me to do it? -No, I got it.

-You sure? -Yes.

(groans)

-You got it? -(Gabriel) Bollocks!

Yeah. I got it. (chuckles)

# Testator #

# Silens #

# Costestes #

# E spiritu #

# Silencium #