Trinity s01e06 Episode Script

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 bitparanoid.
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 saylunch? OK.
What? OK.
I'll come to lunch.
Excellent! It's a date! No, it's not a date! It's justlunch.
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.
Pleaseget 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 justbrought 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 reallylove 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 reallylove 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 erone 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.
NIGEL DAVISON