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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.

Oh...

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?

Now on Radio Six,

it's time for the evening prayer

with the right honorable...

...you ask me!

Good evening.

An angel said unto Zechariah...

"Your wife will bear you a son,

and you are to give him... "

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? I

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 thought 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?!

Aah! Aah!

- Aaahh! Aah!

- Can we?!

I'm so... very sorry.

Tell me why.

Tell me why!

Aah!

- Tell me! Tell me! Tell me!

- I don't know why!

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 f***ed.

You're absolutely f***ed.

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.

Shut your face!

Do it! Do it!

No! Don't!

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 f*** up!

- Pray for me.

- What are you doing?

Pray for yourself.

We're one now.

Aah!

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 f***er.

You like history.

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