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What would I do without you?

With regret, we recommend that
you terminate.

You don't want the press poking
around! You're hiding something!

You control Trinity's public
relations?

You're just a public relations stunt
yourself!

I don't think I've ever seen you
so angry.

It's fascinating.

Your niece.
Hm...

Rosalind's a clever filly,
I've plans for her.

The longer this goes on, the harder
it will be to end it.

I can't tell him the truth.

Reading between the lines,
I want to sleep with other men, yes.

Rosalind... I'm young
and I deserve to have fun,

fun which is more likely
if I'm alone. Now fuck off!

This whole college is rotten from
the bottom to the very top.

Especially the top.

Remind me where we are again.

We're on the river
and we're fishing.

OK. Phew.

Who am I?
Raj Puri.

These are really easy questions.
Are you OK?

It's this hydroponic superskunk.

Is strong! It can make you go loco!
Ha ha! What?

We've only had a few joints.
I feel a bit...paranoid.

Paranoid?
What do you feel paranoid about?

Look around you.

Fresh air. Trees.

The banks of the river.

A decomposing corpse.

You're right.
BOTH: Uh?

Jonty.

If you won't attend appointments in
my office as arranged,

then I shall have to move them
in here.

Talk to me.

Look, I can't ignore these reports.

Dr Basser tells me you haven't been
to a seminar in a month.

I am fully focused on honing
my academic prowess

in order to cement my chances of
a prosperous and fruitful career.

Was there anything else? I know
Ross's death has been difficult.

But the anger you're feeling
is self-destructive.

You... You're going to have to start
dealing with the fact

that Ross has gone
and he's not coming back.

With respect, I don't need anyone
telling me Ross isn't coming back,

With respect, I don't need anyone
telling me Ross isn't coming back,

Warden.

You'll catch your death, Dr Cooper.
What?

You'll catch your death. It's cold.

You're not wearing a coat.
Of course. Yes.

I'll be back in the warm soon.

Edmund, someone is out to get us!
You're overreacting.

He's in the college here
and he says he knows!

If this vandal knew what we did,
he would make one of two choices -

run to the authorities
or run for his life.

It would appear he has done neither,
so we can afford not to panic.

Now, who is our next subject?

I didn't... I haven't...

We only got the hourglass back
last week.

Then there's all this...

Maybe now's not the best time
to begin again.

We are almost a decade behind.
Who's next?

Edmund, please. Not yet.

After Ross, I've been finding things
hard. Linus, we have masters.

When that link is fixed, we need to
show them some progress.

I want names by the end of the week.
But - Forget Ross! He's dead.

Put the whole thing behind you.

Come in.

Two boys found a body in the river,
sir. A body? Ross Bonham.

I thought he'd been cremated.

Look what I found in my pigeon hole
this morning.

Save me a bridesmaid, will you?

Sod off, Dorian.

I've got four weeks of freedom left.

I don't intend to waste them on you.

Come on, Linus, be quick.

His coffin burnt. I saw it.

Somebody obviously got to the body
first. Our man? It seems like it.

We can't let the police have him.

The Warden will want them in. Come
on! You'll have to hold her off!

The most basic forensics tests
would show up abnormali...

..ties.

The implant's gone.
What?

I'll run an analysis, see if I can
find anything useful -

skin flecks, DNA.
Try and get a match.

Do what you can.

Christ!

We've got a DI coming up from
London,

one with experience in forensics.

Forensics? We're not going to need
forensics, are we?

The body was snatched from its
coffin three weeks ago.

They need to know what happened
to it in the meantime.

Seems rather a lot to me for some
sick student prank.

Let me know when Plod arrives,
will you?

I will.

You can go now, you two.

Oh...
Cool.

You did well to report this.

Just be prepared to co-operate with
police procedure.

Police?
Yes. It's just procedure.

Procedure?

Yes, that's right, police procedure.

Procedure?
Yes! Now go!

Cheers.

Do they really think that
we don't know? Hm...

Anyway, better give the news
to Jonty Millingden.

Nice to meet Warden, though, eh?

A fragrant woman.
I would certainly do her.

I wouldn't even mind that
she's over 30.

Hey, what do you think she meant by
'co-operate with police procedure'?

It could mean medical procedure,
witness procedure.

Torture procedure.
Oh, aye.

I once saw a film where the police
put a man's head in a vice.

Why would that be of interest to us?

We have nothing to fear from the
police.

Aye. We're fine!

Yeah, we're fine!

They're gonna come and get us!
They're in college,

they need someone to take the flack

and if there's one thing I know, it's
they always blame the brown guy.

And the Scots.
They hate the Scots too.

They're gonna put me on a rack like
Braveheart.

They're gonna try and take my
freedom.

In a few minutes, this place will be
crawling with the fuzz.

We're going down!
We gotta get out of here, fast.

I don't know how much more
I can take.

I know exactly how you feel.

I'm still devastated about the whole
Gethin thing.

We'll get through this, OK?

Touching how you and Theo
are bonding over this.

Yeah, well, it's nice to have
a shoulder to cry on, isn't it?

Oh, he's so fit!

For goodness' sake!
What?

Dorian invited me to have lunch
with him again.

He's been pestering me all week.

Oh, yeah, hate it when that happens.

Handsome, wealthy men throwing
themselves at my feet.

You do have the worst luck, Charl.

Don't you think you should grow up?
Specifically meaning...?

Oh, come on.
If you'd really moved on,

you wouldn't be trying to make me
jealous.

Are you serious? Theo, I'll try
not to hurt your feelings.

The truth is, I don't notice whether
we're in the same room.

Face it, Rosalind.

You just can't deal with the fact
that someone gives a shit about you.

That was rude.
Well, he's got a point.

You've been batting your tits at
anything in a tailcoat for a week,

yet somehow, no action.

You're right. I need to give
my wild side a work-out.

Ah! I heard your boyfriend turned up
in the river.

Strange, isn't it?
I thought we burnt him.

Maybe it's all that spunk
made him flameproof!

Don't talk about him.
You didn't know him.

It was a joke, you freak.

Hit me back. Go on!

Get out of my fucking way.

Come on.

Harder.

Again.
What's this?

Break it up.

Honestly!

You'd better come with me
and get that seen to.

Machiavelli taught that ruthlessness
was a necessity

and that honour was an option.

How the moral compass lies with him

very much depends upon your own
sense of right and wrong.

Not taking notes, Miss Gaudain?
Why would I need to take notes?

I'm totally down with Machiavelli.

Well, um, 10,000 words by Thursday,
please.

Oh, Dr Lloyd, I can't make your
tutorial this afternoon.

Gymkhana practice.

Right.

Well, Rosalind, I suppose it will
just be me and you, then.

I'll be counting down the seconds.

Tell your arse to stop distracting
me. I'm reading.

Margaret Thatcher.
Why doesn't that surprise me?

You haven't replied to my lunch
invitations. Pretty hardline.

Well, I have a policy on lunch.
I don't have it with YOU.

Hm...

The problem with Maggie was,
she didn't know when to give in.

Always sad. A woman clinging to the
wreckage of her principles.

Is that supposed to be me, is it?

Do you remember what you said to me
in my room last week?

'I have never been so off my face
on alcohol in my life.

Why else would I possibly be here?'

That, but slurred.
No.

You said, 'I like you.
I pretend I don't, but I do.'

I could have ravished you there and
then.

I'd have liked it.
You'd have loved it.

But I was a gentleman.
No thanks necessary.

I preserved your honour.
That's got to be worth something,

let's say...lunch?

OK.
What?

OK. I'll come to lunch.

Excellent! It's a date!

No, it's not a date!

It's just...lunch.

You were Ross's friend, weren't you?

Why?

I run the rowing team
training regime.

I looked after Ross.
Of course you did.

So, when you were a doctor
and you saved someone's life,

did it make you feel special?
Not special. Blessed, I suppose.

And what about when they died?
It's terrible, of course.

But it's part of the job.
Really?

You could cope?

I don't think I could,

with someone's death on my hands.
Some people's time just comes.

Still, it must plague your
conscience.

No, it really doesn't.

DI Worthing?

Hello.

Hello. I'm the Warden.

Very pleased to meet you.

I understand you've got a corpse
for me.

Yes. It's in the mortuary.
It's not a pretty sight, I'm afraid.

No, they rarely are.
Any idea who stole it?

I've got some tea in my office.
Shall we?

Angie, come here.

We need camouflage. That way...

That way, when they frame us for
murder

and come for us with dogs and
helicopters, we just blend into
the trees.

Raj, do me!

Did you just draw a penis
on my cheek?

I don't know. Did I?

That is brilliant!

Now you'll be unrecognisable,

providing you are in a field of
penises. All right!

Actually, that's pretty disturbing.
Can you change it?

Oh... OK.

Now it looks more like a fir tree,
but with balls.

Eccellente!

We gotta get out of here!

I said nothing fancy.

These old rags?
End of the wash cycle.

Is there something wrong with
your arm?

I get it. You're a challenge.

Follow me.

Where are you going?

You cold? Here, take my jacket.

I'm fine.
Take it.

I won't take no for an answer.

Why are we here? Look at my shoes!
This is stupid.

I'm going back...

Of course, if you feel that way,
we can head straight back.

Give it another minute.

I have this feeling that Cooper and
Maltravers are up to something.

Do you think that THEY might have
killed the boy? What?

Well, it's obviously occurred to
you.

No, no, I don't believe that,
no, of course not.

Maltravers would stoop low, but...

Hypothetically, if those two ARE
hiding secrets,

Ross could have discovered them and
threatened to tell. Who knows?
Who knows?

Sorry, I wasn't expecting
to be taken seriously.

When an intelligent woman tells me
there's something fishy going on,

I sit up.

Still, if you don't mind,

I'm going to hold off arresting them
just for now.

Let's take a look at this body.

I'm sure there's nothing wrong,
but it's best to be sure.

Because, you know, the Dean wasn't
happy

at the corpse going to forensics.

That's suspicious.

Don't you worry. Ross is coming back
to the labs with me.

Whoops! Sorry.
No, my fault.

Oh, and um, I don't know,
if you're in London some time,

maybe you and I could have dinner.
Yes, why not?

What?
Nothing.

He seemed friendly.
He's nice.

Took my investigations more
seriously than certain other people.

I think Rosalind Gaudain might have
a bit of a crush on me. -What?

I think Rosalind Gaudain might have
a crush on me.

OK.

Stupid...

I love wine.

The Romans and Greeks gave it
its own god, you know. Bacchus.

That's the fella.
Do you know the story of Bacchus?

I expect you're about to tell me.

There was a prudish king, Pentheus,

who banned his subjects from
drinking wine.

Bacchus, as the god of wine,
wasn't best pleased.

So he slowly drove all the women
in Pentheus's kingdom mad.

Ultimately, they ripped the king
apart

in a huge orgy of lustful violence.
Bad luck, Pentheus.

It's definitely him?
Yes, I'm afraid so.

Nice boy. Pity.

Edmund, we can't. I can't have
another death on my hands.

What choice have we?

Please?
No.

No, that's not going to work.

Physically, he's fine. He's fit.

And he's confused and emotional.
He could agree.

He might be ideal!

If this were Hamlet,
that glass would be poisoned.

But it isn't Hamlet, is it?
No.

I'll tell you what Hamlet teaches
us, Jonty.

It teaches us that while there is
honour in revenge,

there is also the total and absolute
certainty of self-destruction.

So there's honour? I'll tell you
where Shakespeare placed honour too.

Please do. He placed it in the hands
of the brave.

Henry V.

Titus Andronicus. Coriolanus.

These were men of relentless,
physical self-belief.

Ross. They were like Ross.

Clever boy.

They were men of fiction. Ross
strived to be much more than fiction.

Sit down.
Fuck you, Dean!

And your creepy plans.

Fuck them into next week.

Oh, and Daddy wouldn't give this
piss to our spaniel.

Wait.

You must surely know what will
happen to you if you walk out now.

You don't know enough to go to
anyone, or who you can trust.

I'm offering you a lifeline.
Take it.

I want to speak to Cooper first.
Alone.

That is out of the question.
Edmund. I'll talk to him.

Good.

My room.

Take this.

Use it if you have to.
I'll deal with the Warden.

And tell him nothing!

Jonty.
Hello.

I brought... I brought some photos.

I don't care.

He was the strongest rower
this college ever saw.

His stats went through the roof.

Muscle dexterity, ligament
durability,

stamina, endurance.

All through the roof.
He was the perfect human being.

He was in distress
and he didn't talk to ME!

He didn't come to ME!

He couldn't.

Jonty, believe me. I miss him too.

I do. I miss him.

Urgh! This is brilliant.

Who cares about a broken heart
when you've got your mates? Yaaay!

Come on! Come on!

The Minister's, the Minister's penis
is an... No, no.

Oh, fuck it!

Come on! Yeah!
Urgh!

What is it with you people?

If you want a bloody drink,...

..have a bloody drink.

That's how you do it.

Do you know...

I guess I'll get the next round in,
shall I?

Big gash on his buttock.

Someone's gone in there pretty hard.

It's going to have to go to
forensics.

Yes, well,
I'm afraid we have a problem.

I've had a fax from his brother
Timothy,

specifically denying any further
access to the body.

Apparently the poor corpse has
already suffered enough.

That's a shame.

Because while Timothy Bonham was
faxing his disapproval,

I took the liberty of acquiring
a court warrant,

and warrant beats fax.

Oh, well, if the wishes of the
family are to be disregarded,

then I have no further objection.

Take it away.

So,

what is it you want me to do?

I can't tell you the details,
in case you refuse.

You can't know anything.
It's what you did with Ross?

Basically.
So I'm going to die too?

Not necessarily.
But if I don't, you'll kill me?

Rock and a hard place, isn't it?

Tell me what you did to him!
What are you doing?

I need to know. You stuck something
inside him and it killed him.

I want to hear you say it.
Say it! 'I killed, Ross!'

No, no, no.

Just tell me
what happened. Please.

Then I'll do whatever you want.

It was the implant.

It wasn't bad it.

It was meant to protect him,
stop him going out of control.

But we didn't get it right.
We needed a new one.

What was I meant to do?

He would have been in so much pain.

There wasn't any choice.

Thank you, Doctor.

I think I got all that.

This is from my uncle's estate
in Cheshire.

It looks pale and delicate,

but taste it and you'll find it
moist and deliciously ripe,

rather like your good self.

Christ, you're boring.
I'm sorry?

It's just boast and innuendo,
isn't it?

Well, what did you expect?

I suppose I wanted to know if we
have anything to say to each other.

It turns out not. We have things
to say to each other.

Really?

Seriously, Dorian,

who are you?

What do you do? What do you like?

What do I like?
Yeah. What inspires you

other than food and girls
and waistcoats, you know?

What are your friends and family
like?

For family, see Burke's Peerage.

And I never had much time
for friends. That's droll.

OK. Family. Let me get you started.

When I walked past your room in
election week,

your dad was leaving
and you were on the bed crying.

Did he hit you?
Fuck off!

If he did, it would explain a lot,
you know,

this repression, the need to
dominate... Shut up!

You're a good lay, Charlotte Arc,
but you just don't get it!

Inspector, wait!

We need to talk.

I know things.

I know a lot of things.

So when Machiavelli says it's better
to be feared than loved,

you claim he's paraphrasing Domitian

and you look at this
from a feminist perspective.

Yes. Persuasion by fear is male.

Persuasion by love is female.

It's intimidation

versus seduction.

I'm wearing underwear, Gabriel.

That would have been a cliche.

On the feminist issue, I see your
point.

I see yours.
Well, that's as may be, but er...

where I have my doubts
is whether Machiavelli -

Sod Machiavelli.

Look at you.

You've spent your life
reading and thinking,

never realising what a wonderful,
sexy brain

you were growing in there.

You know I can't do this.

All you have to do is reach up
and undo this top.

The buttons just pop open.

Chavvy as hell,
but God, they make things easy.

Please...get out. Please.

It's not right. It's just...

Come on, be a man.

No. Just... Just get out, please.

'It was the implant.

It wasn't bad.
It was meant to protect him,

stop him getting out of control.

We didn't get it right.
We needed a new one.

What was I meant to do?

He would have been in so much...'

Why didn't you come to us before?

I wanted to prove what Maltravers
and Cooper had done.

I wanted to get them myself.

Slightly reckless, given what
you say that they're capable of.

Who else was going to do it?
It had to be me. Me.

Because I'm the one they hurt
the most.

OK. Fine.

You're a member of that
Dandelion Club, aren't you?

Famous for their elaborate pranks.

But this isn't a prank.

I know it sounds strange.
It's a bit more than strange.

Implants in boys' bottoms?

Two established academics
responsible for murder?

I'm not lying.

The tape...
Tapes can be faked.

And why would I do that?
You tell me. I'm not lying!

They wanted me to do it! They wanted
to do to me what they did to him!

I'm not lying... I'm not lying!
I'm not!

OK. Fine.

You stay there. I'm going to need to
take a more formal statement. What?

Well, this isn't a game to you,
that's obvious.

Besides, I've received information
that backs up your accusations.

You mean, you believe me?

Yes, I believe you.

Yes, you're safe now.

Everything's going to be just fine.

Thank God.

(Thank God.)

Thank you, Ryan.
We'll take it from here.

Very well, Edmund.

No, you...

No.

No!

It's Charlotte.

Hi.
I just...brought your jacket back.

Thanks.

I'm sorry if what I said
was invasive. -No, it's fine.

OK, then.

I like comics.

What?
I like comics.

Spiderman ones.

I like good tea,
In a mug, like builders drink.

I like my mother. A lot.

I'm her favourite.

Dorian...
I actually do like cheese and wine,

but I don't know as much about them
as I pretend.

And I like you...
although I don't know why.

Was that better?
It's better. Definitely.

The Winter Ball.

The Dandelion Club President is meant
to pick his Queen in advance.

How about it?
Um...

Please say yes.

All right. Yes.

Thank you.

Well,
at least you're back in touch now.

We're much obliged to you.

Dr Cooper. Is he reliable?

Confessing to the boy like that?

Cooper is delicate, but he's
brilliant. I couldn't do without him.

Well, in my line you learn to spot
a man

who hasn't got the balls for the
job. As I say, he's necessary.

Be careful, Edmund.

Little things keep going wrong.
Ever since they got to Richard.

Yes.

Well... Guard the Project.

Protect the Dandelion Club.

Now, I must make a call.

Hello. Warden?

Yes, I've looked into those little
worries of yours.

Yes, I think some very good news.

Hm.

I'm miserable.

I'm drunk.

I'm gonna call Rosalind.
No, no, no, no, Theo!

Ssh.

♪ Nothing Compares To You

Hiya, babe...
It's her voicemail.

I was thinking,
I know that we split up,

and er, I'm fine with that,

but there were some things
left unsaid.

I love you.

I really...love you.

I love you. Bye.

♪ But nothing compares...

OK, bye.

There is nothing wrong with
Ross Bonham's body,

apart from a large gash
in his left buttock,

and no clues as to who snatched it
either, so...

So, no answer to your mystery today?

No, seems not.

What about your DI?
Think you'll see him again?

No. I don't like London.

How was your day? Any more young
blondes throwing themselves at you?

Oh, yeah, well, you know...

Exhausted from fending them all off.

Shall we go and get a drink?

Yes. Yeah! Let's.

I-I can't move.

Am I drugged?

No.

Then how...?
Don't ask how.

You could no more understand
what we do

than you could understand
God's creation itself.

What? What are you trying to do?

To save the world.

Save the world?

Who do you think you are?

No. No more questions.

Just an answer, Jonty.

Will you follow in your lover's
footsteps,

grow strong for us like he did?

Will you opt for life or for death?

When I put it like that,
surely it's quite simple.

Kiss my arse.
Very well.

What? What are you going to do?
Kill me?

Something like that.

What? What are you going to do?

What's happening here?

What's happening?
What are you going to do? Tell me!

Tell me!

'Guard the Project.
Protect the Dandelion Club.'

'Guard the Project.
Protect the Dandelion Club.'

'I love you.

I really...love you.

I love you. Bye.'

'Camelot, this is Avalon.

Are you secure?'

We are secure.

'We ascertain that you have
relocated the hourglass.'

That is correct.

And we have a new subject.

Jonty Millingden will be known as
Lancelot from this point on.

'This is satisfactory.
We are sending you an envoy.

This is a new start for the Project,

and we wish everything to go smoothly
this time.'

I assure you, we don't need -
'We like to be sure.

Our envoy will have instructions
to investigate

and take appropriate action
over the matter of Charlotte Arc.'

Charlotte Arc?
What has she to do with anything?

'Please help him in every way
you can.

Guard the Project.
Protect the Dandelion Club.'

What did she mean, changes?

I don't know.

An envoy for Charlotte Arc?
What are they trying to do?

What's going on?
I don't know.

But Edmund...
I don't know!

We were wondering whether you'd like
to go to the ball tonight with er...one of us.

No. No! No!

I'm resigning.
Which means?

It's Charlotte and she has the power
to abolish the Dandelion Club.

I've a right to make my own decision.
You can't just tell me what to do.

You're going to tell me what
you want with Charlotte Arc.

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