The Oxford Murders Page #8
to celebrate one of the crowning|moments in its history.
If the rumours are true, thanks to|Professor Henry Wilkins, Bormat's
famous last theorem could cease to|be unsolvable in the next few hours.
Hundreds of mathematicians|from all over the world
will meet today|in Cambridge to witness,
live, the public demonstration
that Professor Wilkins will give
in the university's|Number Theory Congress.
For centuries mathematicians
have tried in vain|to answer that theorem.
Will the mystery be resolved?
I'm sorry about yesterday,|but I still think that you should...
Yeah, that I should think|for myself.
Though I haven't been|too successful so far.
Tomorrow the paper will publish|an article about the murders.
In it I explain everything I know.
Everything?
The police think that|if we make it public
and we give our solution to the 4th|symbol, it'll stop the murderer.
What interests him is that
I recognize his intelligence.|That should be enough.
Do you think it will work?
It's the best|I could come up with.
So I have 12 hours|to prove I'm not an idiot.
That just about sums it up, right?
You're not an idiot,|much as you might try.
You know it, Martin,|you just have to remember.
After all, you belong to the sect.
- I know what you're thinking.|- So?
It could be the biggest mistake|of your life, believe me.
I don't believe you.
I think you're lying.
You're right.|I am lying,
but if I distract you long enough,|maybe the bus'll set off and it'll
be too late.
You know, these are a bit|hard to swallow at first,
but after a while|you get a taste for them.
My spaghetti|or my mystery novels?
No, spaghetti|is a great invention.
So are mystery novels.
You know, they make sense.
There's something to find out and|they explain it to you at the end.
In life, nobody|bothers explaining anything.
I don't want to speak|of explanations,
or conjectures, or anything else.
Outside this room nothing exists.
Only you, me
and this spaghetti.
I know what it meant|for you to get off that bus.
It was worth it.
It's only just begun.
Look what you've done.|You're mad.
Mad about you.
You've got some there.
This moment is perfect...
unique.
"The unshaken heart|of well-rounded truth".
Come again?
It's from Parmenides,|he was a Greek stand-up comedian.
He said that reality|is one big lie,
and the only thing that exists
is a single unchanging God.
Wow, you're doing it again.
What?
Talking like|the people from your sect.
- Well, I guess we can't help it.|- I guess.
Now I understand
why girls go out with musicians|and not mathematicians.
That's what he said.
Really? He knew|girls prefer musicians?
No, no, no, no.|The thing about the sect.
"You should know.|You're part of the sect."
- What?|- F***.
No, no, no.|It can't be, it's too easy.
What's wrong?
I have to discover it before|it comes out in the papers.
What?
Oh my God, it's Seldom.
You just have to go along|with his bloody game, don't you?
Yes, I do! It's all|I can f***ing think about.
- Beth was right.|- What?
You're in love with|a bloody lunatic. That old man
- turns you on more than I do!|- Look, Lorna, listen to me.
Just this once, that's all I ask.
When this nightmare's over,|we're getting out
- of here.|- Where to?
Wherever. Outside these walls,|to a place with no books,
where people don't know|their two times tables.
- Sh*t!|- I told you.
It's too early,|even for the bookworms.
What now?
Bookstore!
- Hey, we're closed.|- We'll just be a moment!
At least tell me|what we're looking for.
Ah, here it is.
The sect of the Pythagoreans...
The fathers of mathematics.
They were forbidden|to reveal their secrets.
They functioned like|a religious sect, numbers
were sacred to them,|gods that conformed the world.
No, it's not here.
I'm sorry but you'll have|to come back later.
There's no one on the cash register.
Don't worry.|We don't need to buy anything.
Well, I think|you'd better leave, then.
Oh, give us a moment.|Pretty please? Please.
If you consult our catalogue,
I think you'll find everything|to meet your requirements.
Will you shut up for a minute!|I can't think!
I'm sorry,
but you give me no option|but to call security.
Fine, call security.
Just leave.
It's got to be mentioned|in one of these,
a diagram, or something.
Kind of like that?
That's it. Perfect.
One,
the beginning of all things.|Perfection, enclosed in itself.
The fish.
That's what we thought. The Vesica|Piscis, a Christian symbol, but
this one's much earlier.
It's simply two, the intersection|of two circles. Symbol of opposites,
duality, the war|between good and evil.
Three, the triad,
the synthesis of opposites.|Peace after war.
And the fourth symbol?
The Tetraktys, the quaternary.
One plus two, plus three,|plus four: ten.
Totality, the Demiurge.
One, two, three, four.
That simple.
How could I not see it?
Any enigma is easy|once you know the answer.
What are you looking for?
The only thing I know about these|guys is that they had a unique...
understanding of medicine.|You know, if...
intelligence was|the supreme value,
then the mentally retarded|were the greatest sinners.
They used them as guinea pigs
for medical experiments.
They even tried organ transplants...
Oh sh*t.
Thanks very much,|that's all I need!
Come on!
Hey!
Come here!
Come back here!
You two!
Where do you think|you're going? Come here!
I know who the murderer is.
It's okay, John.|Really?
Look, I know I f***ed up|in the concert,
but now you have to believe me.
This time it could be worse, he|could kill more people, probably 10.
Relax.
This time he got in touch with us|directly. We guessed the symbol.
The tetraktys...
Exactly. The message|indicates a particular place.
He told us to send ambulances there.
A road?
The A421. Just past|the Black Cat roundabout.
That's the road to Cambridge.
There's a flyover|on the main road.
Petersen's already on his way.
He'll try to stop the bus|before it reaches that spot.
Have you located the bus yet?
you are, sir.|You'll be meeting up
in under a minute.
Petersen here, to all units.
The murderer may be travelling
with them, so keep your heads|down until I give the word.
Where are they?|I can't see them.
- Right in front of you, sir.|- Got it!
Now!
Now!
Jesus!
Turn off the engine!|Put your hands on the wheel!
We made it in time.
They've stopped the bus.
Seldom and the other|mathematicians are safe.
Seldom? What have you done?|You've got the wrong bus!
Hello?
Seldom, you have to speak with|Petersen, there's another bus!
What are you talking about?
It's the girl's father!
What girl?
Martin?
Martin, can you hear me?
The girl in the hospital,|she needs a transplant.
He wants to kill|the kids to save her!
Sir?
Excuse me, sir.|Sir, this way, please.
- That bus has to be stopped!|- Calm down, sir.
They're going to be killed!|I have to talk to Petersen!
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