Like Minds

Come on!

Whooo!

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 f***er.

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, it...

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 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?

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.

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?

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, 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.

Ohh!

- Ha ha ha!

- For f***'s sake, guys.

What the f*** 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.

Ooh.

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 f***ed-up, remorseless little psycho.

So? Probably make a great match at bancor.

And what about all this religious sh*t?

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.

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...

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.

I did not do this.

Nigel pulled that f***ing trigger.

Get your f***ing hands off her!

- Stop! Stop!

- Ohh!

You're f***ing insane!

Take him to lockup.

- Come on!

- You... You know I did not do this!

You know I did not... Get off of me!

Where are you taking me?!

Would you get off of me?!

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