The Oxford Murders Page #5
of the highly-gifted subjects.
He was in the presence|of pure thought,
without grooves,
but he couldn't understand it.|The problem
was his own brain.
He saw everything from the outside.|To understand
those symbols, he had|to see them from the inside.
There was only one way of|achieving it: to erase the grooves.
The idea might seem grotesque,
but not to a person|who has been told
that he's suffering|from terminal cancer.
His bones were rotting like wood
infested with woodworm.
All he had to look forward to
was the amputation|of his limbs, one by one.
He was euphoric, he laughed,|nervously, like someone about
to discover something incredible|who can't contain his joy.
It was then
that I realized that my friend|had gone completely mad.
He wanted to lobotomize himself.
His only problem|was how to ensure
that the brain damage|was not excessive.
He had to perforate|the skull and reach
the brain, with something like
a small harpoon.
He asked for my help|and I refused,
although I did promise I would try|to collect the messages he wrote
from the other side.
He used a nail gun.
What does he write?
The symbols are becoming|more and more illegible.
In all this time he's never drawn|a logical symbol or a number.
So what are they, then?
Four letters that|he repeats over and over.
A woman's name.
Where were you last night?
Beth, what are you doing here?
I was waiting for you.
I'm sorry. I was out and...
I thought you felt|something for me.
More than pity,
but I was wrong.
Of course I feel something|for you. We're friends.
I want to help you, but...
"We're friends,|you want to help me".
That's worse than saying|"you disgust me".
- Beth, please.|- Don't touch me!
The kinder you try to be,
the more humiliated I feel.
Beth, I don't mean to humiliate you.
Then treat me like a woman. You all|treat me like I was a little girl.
Maybe this isn't the time for...
Now is the f***ing|perfect time for this, Martin.
What's the matter?
You're embarrassed to be seen|with me? Is that it?
Don't worry.|I'm his mother.
I'm just making sure|he does his homework.
Be quiet!
Beth, wait!
Found your killer yet?
Lorna? It's me, Martin. Do you know|anything about Seldom's friend?
Kalman?|What's wrong?
He's been murdered.|Today, at two fifteen.
No... Wait a second.
Sorry, Sherlock,|but he's alive.
Are you sure?
Yes, he's right in front of me.
If it's not him, then who?
It would have looked like|death from natural causes,
if we hadn't discovered|this little detail.
It's an intravenous injection,
and he wasn't receiving|that kind of treatment.
What sort of poison|was administered?
We don't know. We'll have to wait|for the post mortem report.
We know the time of death?
Exactly as it said on the note:
quarter past two.|It says so
- on the wristband.|- Where did they find the body?
In the ward,|before it was brought here.
All of these people|have died in the last few hours?
Well, it's only to be expected.|This is the terminal illnesses ward.
At least a couple|of patients die every day,
according to|the senior nursing officer.
He knew my movements,|which encouraged him
If he had meant to harm me,|he would have killed Kalman.
Or he could have seen you
enter the ward and didn't know|which of the two was your friend.
A terminal patient
on the point of death.
A murder that wouldn't have been|discovered had it not been
- for the note.|- Another imperceptible crime.
And might I know what|you're talking about, gentlemen?
The second sign gives the clue as to|how the sequence should be read.
It could be|figurative representations,
or could be semantic or syntactic,|like geometric figures.
Can you translate that?
could represent things|in the real world
or not represent anything,|be abstract, like geometric shapes.
The second symbol|is again astute, because,
being so schematic,|it allows both readings.
It could be a game of symmetry,|or it could simply be a fish.
Soup,
fish,
dessert.
Martin, show some respect
for the inspector, please.
No possibility deserves|to be overlooked.
Let me propose a puzzle.
What is the fourth
symbol...
in this other series?
No idea.
Did you miss class that day, too?
You just have to know how to look.|The solution
is very simple, I assure you.
Anyone who can't work it out...
Thank you, professor.|I get the message.
However, I incline to the idea that|the symbols relate to mathematics,
rather than gastronomy.
So, you think|a mathematician's involved?
It's possible, someone who seeks|recognition of some sort,
or someone who's not|a mathematician but wants to be.
A student?
That's unlikely.
Could you take
the second lieutenant out, Martin?
No, I haven't taught|for a long time.
Well, can you tell us
what the third symbol
will be?
No.
Far too many options.
He's putting us to the test,|and I wouldn't like to slip up.
Okay, let's see|if I've got this right.
We are going to wait|until he kills another person
because we can't decipher|this bloody puzzle?
Tricky situation, isn't it?
- Could I get those there?|- 2.60 please, sir.
Good evening.
Seldom!
Martin?
Why are you following me?
I'm not following anybody,|for God's sake, least of all you!
So what are you doing here?
I'm going to that restaurant.
Do you find it so odd that|I should be going out for dinner?
That's where I'm going, too.
Why, that's absurd.
I'm sorry.
I should have told you|Arthur was coming as well.
Excuse me, Lorna,|but I'm the one who's annoyed
by the presence at our table|of this good-for-nothing.
Good-for-nothing?
You couldn't see a joke if it stood|up and bit you in the arse, Martin.
You're far too serious
- for your age.|- He called me at the hospital and I
just thought it would be best to|bring you up to date together, so...
Forget it, I'm not bothered by it.|I just hope I didn't hurt you.
Even if you had,|I wouldn't admit it.
You're like two kids|fighting over a ball.
- And you're the ball?|- No, I'm the nurse who's gonna spank
your bottoms|if you don't shut up.
Please.
I talked with the forensic expert.
And?
Nothing.
Not a trace of|any toxic substance.
Whatever he was injected with|is totally unknown.
Air, maybe?
No!
Let her speak, please.
He's right, it's unlikely.|If he'd been injected with air,
they would have spotted it|in the post mortem.
However there is another|possibility. A substance
they extract from|a poisonous mushroom: Amanita
Muscaria. But there are|no reagents that detect it.
So it's a sort of secret among
- forensic pathologists.|- How did you find out?
Lorna has a knack|of finding out what she wants.
Her house is littered|with murder mysteries,
but I imagine|you know that by now.
Yes, I do.
What surprises me|is that you haven't managed
to worm all the information|out of Martin.
Martin is a good guy.|He knows he can't tell anyone
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