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Feels good to vent one's anger,

doesn't it, Jack?

I don't want any part of this.

Will you stop f***ing 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.

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 f***ing 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 st... l...

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, f***.

Oh!

Ohh!

Oh... f***.

Ohh...

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 another 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 f***

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 f***ing words in my mouth!

There's no conspiracy here.

The order is about as insidious

as the Lions Club.

Alex Forbes is f***ing 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 Beckett.

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...

...and they brought

before the courts of the Church...

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 Beckett,

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 f***ed-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.

No, 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...

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