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Come on!

Whooo!

Come on!

Come on!

Yeah!

Whoo!

Keep an eye on them.

I can't remember when I
first noticed the change.

It's not that I
didn't see it coming.

I just didn't want
to believe it.

I guess that's not
much of an excuse,

but it's the truth.

You're an evil little fucker.

I guess it
didn't look good.

But he had to die.

It was a necessary
means to an end.

All I can tell you is that
the heavens were falling.

And the sound, oh...

the sound, it was incredible.

It was,

it was like the
gods were rejoicing

for what was done.

Sorry, guys.

Glad you could make it.

Mmm.

Good things come
to those who wait.

And hello to you, too, Martin.

He's a 17-year-old smart-ass
little rich kid.

I'm under pressure to let him go

because the evidence
is circumstantial,

so I've charged him.

I need you to find him culpable.

Anything else?

Good luck.

Luck's for the
Irish, McKenzie.

Hello, Alex.

My name's Sally Rowe.

I'm a forensic psychologist.

I've been asked to talk to you
to find out what happened.

Would you like someone
present during this interview?

Would you?

Do you mind if I record?

Tell me about your
friend, Nigel.

Oh, he wasn't my friend.

What did you
mean when you said,

"His death was a necessary
means to an end?"

Do you think that I did this?

I'm here to
listen to you, Alex.

During the 13th century

there were these people
known as Cathars.

And they insisted

that God could only be
experienced firsthand,

so they banished all the
priests and the bishops.

Now, this undermined the
power of the Vatican,

which caused the Pope to
lose precious revenues

in the region.

You like history, Alex?

In 1209,

a Vatican army descended
upon Cathar villages,

and every man, woman, and
child was slaughtered.

And when an officer
inquired to the Pope

how to distinguish
between the heretics

and the true believers,
you know what his response was?

"Kill them all.

God will recognize his own."

And why are you
telling me this?

Are you a religious
woman, Ms. Rowe?

Is that
important to you?

Well, do you want to
know what I believe in?

It would be a
good place to start.

Gestalt.

Gestalt.

An organized whole

in which each individual
part affects every other,

but the whole being
more important

than the sum of its parts.

Yeah, I'm familiar with
first-year psychology theory.

Should I be impressed?

That's not what it is.

It's how you use it.

And how's that?

Well, you're the psychologist.

Look, Nigel's dead.

I've been charged with murder.

Doesn't really matter what
I believe in, now, does it?

You're not one for making
good first impressions,

are you, Alex?

Jesus Christ,
our Lord and savior.

Amen.

Who's the new guy?

I don't know.

Well, he was slipping
up to your room.

Sorry?

Well, I saw them put an
extra bed in your room before.

That's bollocks.

Well, they did.

Sir?

Sir?

Sir, can I have permission
to leave, please?

Where do you need
to go, Mr. Forbes?

To the bathroom.

Can't it wait, boy?

Well, that's hard to say, sir.

It's quite urgent business.

Do you mind?

Don't get too comfortable.

What's he like?
Weird.

He's got this collection
of stuffed animals.

Isn't he a bit old for that?

Real animals, you dick.
Cool.

Have you heard
anything about him?

Well, it's been hard
to get any dirt on him.

I heard some guys at dinner

saying that he used to be
a day boy at St. Edward's.

Really?
Yeah.

But apparently, he had
some kind of family issues.

So they sent him here?

Oh, that'll fix him.

Josh was pretty crazy.

His dad wanted him
to be a politician.

Christ, what a pile of shite
to put on your only child.

Whoa!

For fuck's sake, guys.

What the fuck are
you guys doing?

Raj
was Josh's roommate.

He just kind of
hung out with us.

Never liked pushing the limit.

Oh, it was just as well,

I guess.

He was different.
Yeah, I'll give him that.

I guess that's why I found
him interesting at first.

And he had this
morbid fascination

with all things dead.

And what
about you, Alex?

I told the police everything.
Why don't you ask them?

I'm asking you, Alex.

Do you have any children?

I mean, well, you're
not bad-looking.

I think you're running
out of time, you know?

No, you're the one
running out of time.

I read once that a third
of women study psychology

to work out their own
personal problems.

What do you think?

Tell me about Nigel.

Well, Nigel got
what he wanted.

And what was that?

Eternity.

Oh, you don't get it, do you?

You will.

You will.

What's going on?

Nothing I can't handle.

How did you get on?

Well, this case is
bullshit, McKenzie.

What do you mean?

Oh, you can afford me
just a little intelligence.

This kid's guilty, Sally.

Trust me on this.

You can't hold him on a hunch.

He's a fucked-up,
remorseless little psycho.

So?

Probably make a great
match at Bancor.

And what about all
this religious shit?

None of what I've heard
makes him a murderer.

You've charged him
without any hard evidence.

You've dug yourself a
hole, and now you want me

to get you out of it.

Could be good for
the old career, Sal.

Get your name on the door.

You could be kicking
around with the big boys.

There'll be lots of publicity.

Guarantee it.

I'm out.

How about some Italian,
then, for old times' sake?

Take that as a no.

Shit.

Don't you want
to know what I believe in?

It would be
a good place to start.

Gestalt.
Gestalt?

An organized whole

in which each individual part

affects every
other, but the whole

being more important than
the sum of its parts.

Yeah, I'm familiar

with first-year
psychology theory.

Should I be impressed?

That's not what it is.

It's how you use it.

Should I be impressed?

That's not what it is.
It's how you use it.

What is that smell?

Ohhh. Fu--

No.
You gotta be kidding me.

Where did you get that?

I asked you a question!
Where did you get it?

All right, let's make
this nice and clear.

I mean, I don't
like you very much.

In fact, I'm really
beginning to dislike you.

But if I have to spend time
in the same room with you,

you can at least show
me some common courtesy.

Is there anything else?

They must be quite
desperate,

sending you in again.

They don't have a case, do they?

What makes you say that, Alex?

Well, if they
had any evidence,

I wouldn't be talking
to you, would I?

Would I?

How long can you keep me here?

All that depends on how soon
you're willing to talk to me.

You know nothing.

You know absolutely nothing.

That goes for you, too.

This just came
in from forensics.

Gunshot residue
patterns indicate

that you were holding the
gun when it was discharged.

Your clothes were
covered in the stuff.

I want to see my father.

I don't think he's
gonna be able to help you.

Please no. No!
I did not do this.

Nigel pulled that
fucking trigger.

Get your fucking
hands off her!

Stop, stop!
Ohh!

You're fucking insane!

Get him into lockup.
Come on!

You, you know I
did not do this!

You know I did not--
Get off of me please!

Where are you taking me?

Would you get off of me?

Get your fucking hands off me!

Where do you think
you're taking me?

Get off me!

Get your--

We are meant to be
working together on this.

Don't you ever

interrupt me when I'm
in session with a patient.

Just hold on a minute.

You just assaulted
a 17-year-old child.

I could have your job for that.

I was tryin' to protect you.

Don't bullshit me.

Did Nigel Colbie have
gunshot residue on his hands?

Look, Sal, there
are some things I--

Did Colbie have
gunpowder on his hands?

Yes, he did.

So he could've fired that gun.

Look, he was taking a piss.

I just wanted to speed
things up a little.

What makes you think
you have the intelligence

to determine whether or not
that boy was fucking with me?

Well, as long as he confesses,
it doesn't matter, does it?

If Alex confesses my way.
It'll stand up in court.

All right.

All right.

Just, I need time,
so just butt out.

Your strong-arm stuff
won't cut it with this boy.

He's too smart for that.

Sal.

You're not gonna
report this, are you?

Dr. Rowe, I think
you'd better come.

Just let me out there.
Oh, come on.

Just, just out there.
That's all I'm asking.

Just let me out.
No, no, no!

Don't you even
think about that!

Get off me!

Get the fuck off me!

You stay back.

Fine.

He's all yours.

Ow!

Oh, God!

Let him up!

They say you want to talk.

Leave us.

I'll be fine.

Nigel set me up.

How do you figure that?

You have to believe me.

He set the whole thing up to
make it look like I did it.

Nigel set it up to make
it look like you killed him.

I think you can do
better than that.

I didn't kill him.

You don't exactly come across
as the victim here, Alex.

Feel that?

Can you feel that?

He's here.

He's listening.
He's watching.

Who, Alex?
Shh!

Listening.

Listen.

All rise!

♪ Onward, Christian soldiers

♪ Marching as to war

♪ With the cross of Jesus

♪ Going on before

♪ Christ, the royal

Have
you ever had that feeling

that there was someone
inside your head,

listening to your thoughts?

I read this article on twinning

about how two people can
communicate across countries

through the mind.

Now, just imagine
if that were true.

Your darkest secrets floating
out there like radio waves,

just waiting to be picked up on.

There was something
about this guy.

♪ Jesus

♪ Going on before

Be seated.

Now,

it's come to my
attention that

some boys from, um--

What?

Do you two have something
important to contribute?

Hmm?

Campbell?

Forbes?

Stand up and share with us

whatever it is that
obviously can't wait

until after this assembly.

Campbell, do your
tie up properly.

Well?

Campbell?

Nothing, sir.

Forbes?

No, nothing
important to say, sir.

Both of you, outside
my office after assembly.

Be seated.

Now, it's come to my attention

that some of the
boys in year-12 drama

will be performing the Tennyson
play "Becket" this term,

and they're looking
for volunteers

for props and stage building.

Will you calm down?

Nobody on the train could've
possibly known where we're from.

Will you just relax, please?

Inside.

I do recognize your
academic achievements

this year, both of you, but

why do you insist
on bucking the system?

Hmm?

Be seated.

Till recently, I've
always been able

to rely on both of you
to set a good example.

Come on.

I beg your pardon?

Well, if that was the case,

then I wouldn't be having a
freak in my room, would I?

Most of your fellow students
have three boys to a room.

I don't think you're too
hard done by, Forbes.

Most of my fellow
students have a real home

away from this hellhole.

I'm putting your
names down to help

with this year-12 play.

Oh, no. I don't have time
for this bullshit.

Would you wait outside,
Campbell, please?

What's all this about?

I told you before I'm
not sharing with anyone.

Nigel Colbie is a
brilliant young man.

You may find his
company rewarding.

Like how?

"Like how?"

Because collaboration is an
important part of learning.

I've put you with a
young man whom I believe

you will find
academically challenging.

This is such bollocks.

Your future is what
is at stake here.

Don't lose sight of
your obligations, Alex.

That'll be all.

I said that will be all!

What happened?

Did you say anything?

Well? Did you?
No.

Your father can be such
an asshole sometimes.

Throughout history, men
have sacrificed themselves

for their fundamental beliefs.

It may not be wise
to pit the force

of God against many
human desires, but--

Are you all right, Mr. Simms?

Um, I'm fine, sir.
I just fell off my chair, sir.

Well.

Be more careful next time.
Yes, sir.

Some of you are
working on Becket.

Who can tell me about its
subject, Thomas of Becket?

Yes, Mr. Weyland?

Thomas Becket was the Lord
Archbishop of Canterbury

in the early 12th century, sir.

In 1170, he was murdered

in front of at the high
altar at his cathedral.

Exactly.

He knew that the knights
were coming to slay him,

but he chose to wait for them

unto the sight of God.

His murder was a
sacrilegious act

of gross profanity.

However, almost immediately
after his death,

there were whispers of miracles
being performed at his grave.

Believers from all
over the country

traveled day and
night on foot in ord--

Yes, Mr. Forbes?

His murder was
simply political.

Becket got in the way, so
the Church had him put down.

Trust Mr. Forbes to come up

with such an interesting
slant on history.

Well, you can't
change history.

Now, if you look
at it, you'll see

it's exactly like all
the other atrocities

committed against the
people by the Church.

Oh, and exactly what
atrocities are you referring to?

The Cathars.
The Cathars?

They were a bunch of heathens
who created their own rules

to suit themselves.

The Church was simply trying to

retain order in a
very volatile land.

All right, what about
the Knight Templars, then?

I fail to see how
this has got anything

to do with what
we're talking about.

Weren't they the knights
that killed Thomas Becket?

This is ludicrous!

Sir, is it?

Sir, weren't the Templars
known as the Knights of Christ?

Weren't they the
Church's foot soldiers?

What?
So why kill the Archbishop?

At least they had the foresight

to see the pointlessness
of the Holy Crusades.

Now, why don't
you tell the class

how the Knights of Christ
turned their back on the Vatican

and adopted the
Cathars' beliefs?

This has got to stop now.

Free from the Church,
the Templars took control.

They had more fingers in
the pie than the Vatican,

which is a lot of fingers.

Sit down.
Isn't that why

they were hunted down
and burnt at the stake?

They had betrayed
their original cause.

And whose cause was that?

Get out of my class.

Go on, get out!

Frightful little man.

What are you trying
to prove now, hmm?

Trying to upset the
Reverend Donaldson?

I thought that
might get you up here.

Alex, he's a man of the cloth.

You must learn to
show him some respect.

Don't walk away from me
when I'm talking to you!

Good God!

He's been busy.

And you make me share
a room with him.

But he was dox at
St. Edward's Academy last year.

So why bring him here?

Why, his father felt

there would be more
opportunities for him here,

um, away from the
distractions of home.

We're very fortunate
to have him.

You're fortunate, not me.

Alex, I have
worked extremely hard

to give you what you need.

This boy will have
our hospitality.

Dad, please.

Please.

Look, his father is a
very important member

of our society.
Ohh.

Oh, so that's more like it.

So he's part of
your precious club.

And nobody else wanted him,

and you're doing
the brotherly thing.

Yeah, well, does my
future depend on that?

That's enough.
No, you don't give a fuck

about me or this guy.

The only thing you care about
That's enough!

is the amount of kudos
his father's--

I said enough!
No, which is fine,

but just don't give me
the brotherhood bullshit.

This boy will be made welcome.

He's been studying us
like we're part of

his bug collection.

What's he say about me?

This is weird, guys.
Let's just leave it alone.

Hey, listen to this.

"Alex is an egocentric
megalomaniac

with delusions of grandeur."

Give me that.

Okay, this little shit
needs to be taught a lesson.

The guy's a freak, Alex.

Let's put the book back
before he finds out it's gone.

What do you
propose we do, Mein Fuührer?

Will you give it a
fucking rest, please?

Sorry.

No, no, I really am.

All right, I'm in.

I'm out of here.

Hello.

Enjoying it?

I can't hear you, mate.
You're gonna have to speak up.

Are you fucking enjoying it?

Isn't it a fucking rush?

Oh, crap!

Get out of the way!

No. Where the fuck do
you think you're going?

You're a little shit.

That's enough!
Let him go.

You've got to
learn to respect--

Stop it!
No.

He's gonna learn
to respect authority.

Christ!

Alex!

His eyes.

There was this
terror in his eyes.

If I am guilty,

then it's for letting
Nigel get too close.

Can I be of any assistance?
Ahh!

No, thanks.
It's just the, uh,

the rotor button.

Well, I'll leave
you to it, then.

No, wait.

We haven't been
properly introduced.

I'm Sally Rowe.

I inherited a passion for
difficult cars from my dad.

Sorry, you, you're Alex's
father, aren't you?

I don't think this is the
time or the place, Miss Rowe.

So, if you'll excuse me.

You can contact me
through the school.

Well, I've already
spoken with your secretary.

I find it remarkable that,
under the circumstances,

you can't find the
time to speak with me.

What is it that
you want, Miss Rowe?

I want to discuss Alex's
situation

with you and your wife.

Alex's mother died

a long time ago.

Oh, I'm sorry.
I didn't know.

Alex's upbringing
has been impeccable.

My son has one of the highest
academic records in the country.

Boys of Alex's ability need

regimented discipline.

We don't allow any
distraction which might

lead these boys away from
their true potential.

And look where he is now.

Why can't you people help Alex
instead of trying to convict him

of something he didn't do,
for the love of Christ?

He witnessed the death
of his best friend,

and now this boy

blows his head off
in front of him.

Hasn't he been through enough?

I am trying to help
your son, Dr. Forbes.

I love my son

and I'm gonna make very sure

that the humiliation you
people have subjected him to

is made public.

In almost every
single case attributed

to gestalt psychology,

the psychopath's relationship
with parental figures

has been troubled.

Broken homes,

mental and physical abuse,

abandonment by or
death of a parent.

All can be influential factors
on the psychopath's makeup.

Peace offering.

Your favorite.

Expensive.

Uh, I came to apologize.

I'm actually busy.

I'm sorry.

Okay?

I know I shouldn't
have hit the kid.

It was a really fucking
stupid thing to do.

No, relax, Martin.
I'm not gonna make a report.

Cheers.

By the way, do you know
what those kids were up to

the night Josh
Campbell was killed?

The train kid?
Yeah.

Another one of Alex's
dead best friends.

The coroner said it was
an accident, didn't he?

Why? What's the little
shit telling you?

Do you want to work
together on this or not?

Well, how's it related
to Nigel's murder?

How? Everything he's been
through is related.

You know that.

I cannot believe you're
falling for his bullshit.

He's trying to throw
you off the scent, Sal.

I want to talk to the Colbies
and work up a profile on Nigel.

Well, that's gonna be tricky.

And why is that?
Because we can't find them.

Nigel
was moved to another room.

It was strange.
I almost missed him.

"With a sudden movement,
she bowed his head

and joined her lips to his.

And he read the meaning
of her movements

in her frightened,
uplifted eyes.

It was too much for him."

We kept our distance.

"Surrendering
himself to her body."

But I felt that my thoughts

were no longer my own.

"The dark pressure
of her soft, hot lips.

They pressed upon his--"

The further I sank,

the stronger he became.

It was like he
had taken my soul.

I started work on the set
building for the school play.

That mostly kept my
mind off Josh's death.

So, I do.

Louis of France loved me.

And I dreamed that I
loved Louis of France.

And I loved Henry of England.

And Henry of England
dreamed that he loved me.

But the marriage garland
withers,

even with the putting on.

The bright link rusts

at the breath of the
first after-marriage kiss.

I could laugh at this
poor world myself--

I'm really sorry about
your friend.

Fuck off, freak.

But you don't have to worry.

He's at peace now.

The harvest moon is the
ripening of the harvest.

And the honeymoon
is the gall of love.

He dies of his honeymoon.

Does it please you?

Take it.

That girl's really
something, isn't she?

The last parting shaft

of a forlorn cupid on
the king's left breast.

And then when I
got back, the hand was gone.

Did you tell anyone?

Who was I gonna tell?

And why do you think
it was Josh's hand?

I don't know.
I didn't exactly study it.

He was everywhere.

Everywhere.

Look, all I'm saying is that

Nigel could have
quite easily taken it.

And how do you
feel about Nigel now?

That he got what he deserved.

How do I know you're
telling the truth?

You don't.

You get out of my room.

Have you finished your essay?
Get out.

It looks like you need a hand.

Get out!

You might find these helpful.

How did he know I was

struggling with my essay?

How did he know my topic?

I mean, he had
answers to questions

I hadn't even thought of yet.

But with only an hour
left of study time,

I knew I didn't have a choice.

It was like selling my soul.

Poole, rubbish.

Sims, rubbish.

Better.
Thank you, sir.

Well, this is a step in the
right direction, Mr. Linden.

Well done.

Excellent work, Mr. Forbes.

I was beginning to
worry about you, lad.

I felt worthless.

Alex.

Alex, wake up.

I've got a night planned.

What are you doing here?

I want to show you something.

I'm not interested.

Don't forget I helped you.

Come on.

It'll be fun.

Come.

We're nearly there.

Are you having fun?

Oh, come on, Alex,
you've come all this way.

Say something.

Fine.

Is this your house?

Where are your parents?

They're probably away.

They travel a lot.

Hey.

Luther.

Hey, hey, hey.

Is he yours?

He's next-door's.

He's beautiful, isn't he?

He doesn't like you.

I've never brought
anybody here before.

You're the first.

Okay?

First.

Come on.

Shhh!

Hello?

Cut the
torch, cut the torch.

I thought you
said they were away.

He's got the gun.

Go home, stupid dogs!

I'm getting out of here.
Wait, wait, wait.

Wait.

Come here.
I want to show you something.

It's just through here.

Come on.

Come on.

Come in.

Oh, my God.

You like it?

If you're the expert, tell
me the history of the flag.

What do you mean? Captain Hook
and Long John Silver?

You know so little about the
things that are closest to you.

Is that supposed
to be a riddle?

No.

It's about you.

Your future.

Do you know who my father is?

He's grandmaster of
your father's order.

Yeah?
And so what?

Yeah.

It's nothing more than
puerile male-bonding now.

But it was once something.
I mean, really something.

These were great men,
men who kings knelt before.

They lost their way.

It's up to us to
take on that mantle.

Alex.

We've been chosen.

What have we been
chosen for, Nigel?

This.

What?

Do you know when playing
cards first appeared?

The 12th century.

And that was the start
of the real brotherhood.

I mean, imagine what
it must have been like.

The, the loss of the Holy Land,

the Templars
abandoning the Church,

the death of Becket.

And out of it comes a
simple, logical game.

I mean, it's just a game,
but it's,

it's a game born with

injustice, hardship, suffering,

death.

Now, that is truly
an age to revere.

You're fucked.

You can't deny the truths
that this card has seen

and the truths we
can show it again.

So, why am I here, Nigel?

Look up Jack.
Sorry?

Look up Jack.

It says "knave," doesn't it?

Do you know what a knave is?

Yes.

Unprincipled man.

Rogue.

That's what you are, Alex.

Do you know what this is?

It's a spade.

Spade represents
a tip of a pike.

Do you know what a pike is?

It's a kind of spear.
Mmm.

An implement for killing.

That's what I am.

This is our time, Jack.

We've been brought
together for a reason

and it's written here.

For eternity.

Thank you, gentlemen.

That's all for today.

"Tales of Mystery
and imagination"

by Edgar Allen Poe.

I want it read for next week.
Thank you.

Mr. Poole, I want better
work from you, as well.

Sir, can I ask you a question?

Certainly.

Whether or not I can answer
it is another question.

Do you think it's possible
to get inside people's minds?

I just need to know
whether you think

objectively that's possible.

Objectively.
Yeah.

My dear boy,

the power of the mind
has no boundaries.

Understanding its
capabilities is like,

is like searching for
the end of the universe.

Or trying to find the
beginning of time.

Okay.

Thank you.

Hey, Susan.

Sorry, hi.

I just, I just wanted to say

that I thought you were
absolutely fantastic.

Thanks.

Come on, Sue, or
we'll miss the bus.

Sorry.
I've got to go.

No, will you hang
on for one second?

Sorry.

You go ahead.
I'll catch up.

Um,

I'm not particularly
good at this.

I was, I was just, I
was wondering if maybe

you wanted to, you know,

hook up or something
after school sometime.

I mean, it's completely,

it's completely
fine if you don't.

It was just, it was--

Yeah. Okay.

Cool.

Um, when?

They're running some Hitchcock
classics at the old Astra.

I think tonight it's
Strangers on a Train.

Oh, what time is that?

We're getting
there about 7:30.

"We"?

Oh, well, if you prefer
not to go with my friends--

No.
That's all right.

No, no, no, that,
that, that would be,

that would be awesome.
That would be great.

So, I'll see you there, then.

Yeah, you bet.

Here goes the troubled
traitor to the king.

Do you think she's
still a virgin?

Why don't you fuck off.

Ohh.

Jack.

Thou lovest the wench.

I've got something for you.

My name is Alex.

And will you stay
away from me, please?

I've finished, sir.
Can I go, please?

Headmaster?

No, he can wait until
dinner is over.

But I, I'm meant to be...

Please.

Please.

Can I get a ticket, please?

Not so much.

Fine, that's enough.

Stop.

Hmm.

What's with the knife?

I don't know what you're
talking about, Jack.

Will you stay out of
my fucking room, please?

Mmm.

Have you read my book?

No, I haven't read
your fucking book.

You should.

Boys,

members of staff,

I have some very
unfortunate news to report.

Early this morning,

Susan Mueller, a young
lady from Sansley College,

who was working with us
on our final year play,

was found, murdered.

Not far from here.

The police believe

that this vile act

took place

while she was on her way home
from rehearsal last night.

So I'm afraid that all
members of the cast and crew

will remain behind
after assembly,

together with anyone
who may have seen

or spoken with Susan

during the course of
yesterday afternoon.

That'll be all.

Raj.

Raj.

Have you seen Nigel?

No.

Pay attention.

My name is Detective
Inspector McKenzie.

I'd like to talk to all of
you individually, please.

So could you give your names
to Constable Murray here.

Uh, we're gonna
try and get through

this as quickly as possible,

but please be patient.

Did you see her?
Yes.

What time did you see her?

Around noon.

And where was
she in that time?

Passing by in the corridor.
Which corridor?

The west side.
And that was it?

Yes.

All right.

Thank you.
Thank you.

Alex Forbes.

Did you talk to Susan yesterday?

Yes.

What time?

I can't remember.

Try.

It was about five.

I was just packing up, so--

What did you talk about?

I thought that
she was really good,

so I told her that
she was really good.

Really good?
In the play.

She was really good
in the play, sir.

What else?

That was it.

That's it?

I think that was it.

That's weird.

I have here that you
were due to meet her

at about 7:30 at the Astra.

Because, according
to her friends,

she kind of fancied you.

What do you think about that?

Well,

looks like you both
missed the film.

Was that fun?

What'd you do with the knife?

Ooh.

I sense some hostility.

Oh, do you reckon?

Let's just call it
fingerprint insurance.

I'm gonna be late.

Do you think I should tell them?

I mean, you were the last
person to see her, Jack.

That poor, fair maiden.

I can't believe what's happened.

You did it, didn't you?

No, Jack.

You did it.

How could you do this?

Fucking killed her.

Feels good to vent one's
anger, doesn't it, Jack?

I don't want any part of this.

Will you stop fucking
calling me Jack?

Well, I'm sorry, Jack,

but you were the one
who got inside my head.

Well, get out of mine.

It's too late for that.

It's too late for
a lot of things.

I mean, before we
met, we were incapable

of reaching our true potentials,

but, but now, I
know you feel it.

It's so invigorating.

We make such a wonderful team.

Inspector McKenzie.

I'd like a word with you.

You shouldn't be
here, Dr. Forbes.

If you want to
discuss Alex's case,

you can come to my office.

I want you to release my son.

Sir, your son's been
charged with murder.

My son is innocent.

We might have expected you to
take that for granted, Martin.

He's implicated in the deaths

of Josh Campbell, Susan
Mueller, and Nigel Colbie.

I have a job to do.

Your father would have
expected you to help us.

My father would have
expected me to uphold the law.

Don't presume to know me

just because we belong
to the same club.

Good night, Dr. Forbes.

The car's
locked in the garage,

and we've searched the house.

Have they used their credit
cards or bank accounts?

No, sir.
All right.

Keep me informed.

Still no sign of
Nigel's parents, huh?

Was Nigel Colbie a suspect
in the Susan Mueller killing?

We're investigating the
death of Nigel Colbie.

Yeah, but don't you
think it's worth looking at

in the the light of
what's happening?

I've already been
down that road.

No fingerprints.

No murder weapon.

No probable cause.

End of story.

There's no proof of
what you're telling me.

And the evidence indicates

you shot the head off the
boy you're incriminating,

so just what do you
want anyone to believe?

That if it wasn't for me
messing with Nigel's head,

then both Susan and Josh
would still be alive.

Don't think you'll get
some kind of redemption

by taking the blame.

What makes you think I
want any kind of redemption?

I told you, I didn't do it.

Alex, I want to believe you.

But come on, look at the facts.

The facts.

I want to help you.

But you've got to help me.
Give me something to go on.

Something concrete before
it's too fucking late.

Find Nigel's red book.

The book Nigel gave you?

Yeah, his Bible.

And what would I expect
to find in this Bible?

Most things.

Alex.

Last time I saw it,
it was in my room.

Your room was stripped.
They must have taken it.

Who might "they" be?

"They" who don't wish to
have their secrets betrayed.

Oh!

"Their secrets!

They, them, us."

Will you listen to you?

What are you talking about?

You've no intention of telling
me what really happened.

I'm wasting my time, aren't I?

Don't you think it's a little
odd that your Detective McKenzie

hasn't spoken
to Nigel's parents yet?

How do you know he hasn't?

Have a look at the run
underneath Nigel's house.

Before anything
else goes missing.

Oh, God.

Oh, just get a grip.

Oh!

Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck.

They were both embalmed.

Quite an elaborate job, really.

Whoever did this went
to a lot of trouble.

Blood drained, all the
main organs removed,

including the brain.

Like taxidermy.

That's a novel
way to look at it,

but I guess it's a
similar procedure.

Well, how did they die?
Both shotgun deaths.

Excuse me.

I don't want you here.

You should've been looking.

Or didn't you want them found?

We were searching
via normal channels.

Or should I go around
digging up vegetable patches

every time someone goes missing?

Well, that depends on the
circumstances, doesn't it?

And what the fuck

were you doing down here?

Your dirty work!

What's this?

What?

It's nothing.

Then I suppose this
is nothing as well.

Is there something
you want to tell me?

Yes.
I'm a member.

My father was a member.

It was passed on to me.
It's a business network.

And the last thing they need

is to be connected to
something like this.

So you're saying
they are connected.

Don't put fucking
words in my mouth!

There's no conspiracy here.

The order is about as
insidious as the Lions Club.

Alex Forbes is fucking
with your mind.

And you're letting him, and
you're the psychologist.

All right, all
right, I'm sorry.

I'm just,

looking at all the angles.

Look, Sal.

I'm running out of time here.

I really need to know

if the charges I've
laid are gonna stick.

In your opinion,

did Alex Forbes
murder Nigel Colbie?

So, did you find
the Bible?

You know who this is?

Hi, I'm sorry.
Actually, you've gotta go around

to the front of the church,
and you'll see the entrance.

Jack.
These are my parents.

Helen and John,
this is my best friend, Jack.

He's working on the play.

Hi.

I've heard lots
about you, Jack.

It's lovely to meet you.

Um, sorry.

I've actually got to
head out with this

to the stage, but, uh,

oh, I, well, I hope
you enjoy the play.

It's nice to see you've
made a friend so easily.

Ladies and gentlemen,

Welcome to tonight's performance

of Lord Tennyson's
play "Becket."

Um, the presentation
of this play

has seen its own vicissitude

with the tragic death last
month of Susan Mueller.

As a gesture to her memory,

her parents asked that
the play should proceed.

So we dedicate
tonight's performance

to the memory of Susan.

Thank you.

So then our good
Archbishop Theobald lies dying.

I am grieved
to know as much.

But we must have
a mightier man than he

for his successor.

Have
you thought of one?

A cleric lately
poisoned his own mother,

and being brought before
the courts of the Church,

they but degraded him.

I hope they whipped him.

I would have hanged him.

Stop it, Nigel.

And the more
I read, the deeper

I sank into the pages.

It was all there,

the slaughter of the Cathars,

the Templars' assassination
of Thomas Becket,

and the Holy Inquisition
resulting in the Templars'

excommunication as heretics.

It all made startling sense,

like I'd just seen the other
side of Escher's staircase.

I'd woken up.

Nigel believed that he
was a direct descendant

from the Templar bloodline.

He was some
fucked-up individual.

He thought that the medieval
insignia of the brotherhood

foretold the power that
our union would bring,

the pike being the weapon,

harnessed by the
interlinking loops.

The two of us.

When I was a child, my
father used to stand me

in front of that painting.

He told me stories of
courage and bravery,

how my ancestors had fought
to protect their free right.

It was only then that I
realized what Nigel believed.

I was of the same
Templar bloodline.

Alex, I want the truth.

Did you do this?

Is that what you want to hear?

Alex, we've got people
that can help you.

You must let them.

The only thing
that you care about

is the brotherhood, isn't it?

Nigel said it, and he was right.

There's nothing more than
puerile male bonding.

I know--

Your friends must be
shitting themselves.

Now what are they gonna do

about their golf
club memberships?

Listen, listen, please.
Look at me.

What was my mother like?

Do you regret her sacrifice?
Was it worth it?

Alex, your mother's
death was not your fault.

No.

No, no, no.

You got her pregnant.

It's time.

Alex, all I've ever
wanted was the best for you,

for the sake of your mother.

Well, that went well.

Do you ever get the feeling

you might be responsible
for all this?

Don't think I'll
need that anymore.

You all right?

Who's Maraclea, Alex?

She was the
instrument of Nigel's obsession.

Jack.

I knew you couldn't resist
a secret rendezvous.

What do you want?
This way.

Maraclea was the lost love

of a 13th-century Templar.

As the story goes,

Maraclea was betrothed
to a Knight Templar,

but died before they could wed.

And the knight was so
tormented by his loss

that he opened her grave
and made love to her body.

Come on.

Exactly nine months later,

he was summoned to her grave.

On opening her coffin,

he found that her
remains had been moved.

Her head had been
placed below her pelvis,

sitting on top of
her thigh bones,

which had been crossed.

Where the hell are we?

A voice told him
to guard the skull,

as it would be the
bringer of all power.

She's yours, Jack.

She was lying there

and he said

since I was her only love,

it was up to me
to, to do the deed.

And when I refused,

he went on about letting
down the bloodline,

and that with the skull,
we would be complete.

You didn't know Nigel.

You didn't know him.

Do you honestly think
that you can help me?

Did you pull the trigger?

Visibility
moderate or good occasionally.

Poor later.

Now on Radio Six,

it's time for the evening prayer

with the right honorable--

What's
happening? What is happening?

Good evening.

An angel said unto Zechariah-

"Your wife
will bear you a son,

and you are to give him
the name John."

What is this?

Eh?

hmm?

Will someone tell
me what's going on?

Look at them.

Look at them!

I don't know about these.

I didn't do this.

Yes, well, you, you
can imagine my surprise

when they handed this
to me at the lodge!

And then I come
home and find this?

That is disgusting!

He can't talk to you!

Who is he supposed to talk to?

Talk, talk?

You call this talk?

What are you implying?

Who took the photos?

I've never seen them before.

Oh.

Nigel.

Nigel?

They felt
it would be best--

Oh, my God.
If I left for a while

to get my family back on track.

Well, sure.
You know, I, I understand.

I mean, we can't have
this sort of thing

happening in the master's
own bedroom, can we?

Can we?

Can we?

I'm so, very sorry.

Tell me why.

Tell me why!

Tell me, tell me!

Tell me!

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

No.

Jack.

You made it.

Oh, no.

Oh.

What have you done?

She was chosen.

oh, no.

Please.
Just put the gun down.

Just give it to me.

Don't come near, don't come,
don't come near me!

Stay where you are!

No!

Killing is such an
extraordinary feeling, isn't it?

I'll have my Maraclea.

How do you feel?

Jack?

How do you feel?

You set the whole
thing up, didn't you?

Come on.

We've got work to do.

They're gone.

I hated him.

Don't you think
they're gonna be missed?

Well, as long as they don't
find her for nine months,

it really doesn't
matter, does it?

You didn't.

No, you didn't.

What do you think
we're here for?

You're fucked.

You're absolutely fucked.

And what about you and Susan?

I didn't do it.

Oh, come on.

I left you with her.

I could smell you on her.

No.

Did you touch her?

And then you felt her.

No, no.

It doesn't make
any difference now.

You can have your Maraclea.

No.

A harvest widow
awaits me here!

We will be united!

It's fated.

Jack!

It's over, Nigel.

It'll never be over.

You know that.

Do it.

Come on, do it.

Stop it, Jack.

Do it.

Stop walking away, Jack.

Do it!
Stay off the track.

Do it!

I showed you the
card, remember.

It's written for eternity.

Shoot, you fuck!

Don't move!

Look, we're not Templars
with God-given rights!

There are no Holy
Wars to fight, Nigel!

Who's the enemy now?

We are

because,

because we wanted more from
life than it has to offer.

You're deluded.

Why?

Why am I deluded?

This is our fate.

Now, just shut the fuck up!

Pray for me.

What are you doing?
Pray for yourself.

We're one now.

What follows through
a system

of either intimidation,
manipulation, or coercion,

is the dominant individual

begins to focus and
influence the thoughts

of the subordinate partner.

This process nurtures
a subjective gestalt

where similar
thoughts, fantasies,

and other interlocking elements

conspire to form a greater
and more volatile hold,

therefore a merging
of like minds.

Thank you.

Hello?

The head's missing.

Nigel got
what he wanted.

And what was that?

Eternity.

You don't get it, do you?

You will.

You will.

The necessary means to an end.

Evil little fucker.

You like history.