Trinity

Richard Arc?

We need to talk.

Where do you want to do this?

Tell me! Tell me what you know!

Bad news. He's dead.

He was just sitting there and said...

"libens, volens, potens!"

Come on, Charlotte.

# Cum Trinitatis

# Cum Trinitatis

# Nos impluvis, nos adiuvis

It's Pete, isn't it?

I'm Rosalind. I'm new.

Pleasure and a privilege.

Could you tell me where Lord Gaudain's room is?

Well, we're not supposed to give out students' room numbers.

Mm...

Front quad, staircase two. Room 15.

You've been ever so helpful.

Knight to king bishop's four.

Good move! Rook to H7. Check!

You blighter! You absolute bloody blighter!

Isn't this place amazing?

Yeah. Unbelievable.

Dorian.

How's my most dashing cousin?

All the better for the sight of you, coz.

How's Uncle Harry?

Making a fuss about the estate.

And Auntie Bea?

On a beach in Buenos Aires.

It was your Dad's favourite Bible.

I thought, now you're here,

it'd be like he was here with you. Thanks, Mum.

I suppose I'll be off, then.

It's been two weeks, Charlotte.

You won't talk about Dad. I haven't seen you cry.

I'm dealing with it my own way.

You can't understand how Trinity changed Dad -

what it did to him.

This is a wicked place, Charlotte. You can't say that.

Oh, those two are married, are they? People did it at school too, Mum.

I've saved myself till now.

Dad would be happy to hear that.

I'd best be going.

Be careful, won't you?

Mum...

Why did Dad leave Trinity? I'll pray for you, Charlotte.

Cooper?

Linus?

Ah, here you are.

Dr Maltravers. How's Galahad?

Not good.

We need a new hourglass, or I think we might be in trouble, Edmund.

Have you got a printout from his readings?

Give me your pencil.

What are you doing? Don't want our superiors getting jittery, do we?

Now I've got to go and oversee the arrival of this year's little shits,

not least among them the daughter of the late lamented Richard Arc.

Great!

Hey!

What? I'm still loaded here.

So? So finish me off.

Don't be sick! I'm your cousin!

Hello. Where did you spring from?

Theo. I'm from Lewisham.

Oh! My uncle owns Lewisham!

Your uncle owns Lewisham? I'm Rosalind.

Hi.

So, what do you think of this place?

Well, I wasn't too impressed to start with but...things are looking up.

I'm way out of your league.

Are you sure? You see, my uncle, he owns a garden centre.

There's a party tonight. The Feast of Fools.

Is that an invite? No.

It's quite hard to get into.

Yeah, well, I'm good at getting into things.

Pleased to hear it.

Maybe see you later, then.

Yeah, maybe.

Hi. I'm Charlotte Arc.

We're neighbours!

Nice to meet you. Yeah.

Erm, I've invited a few people for tea and biscuits in my room.

Thought you might like to come along.

Yeah. Why not?

You're Theo Mackenzie, aren't you? Yeah.

I came top in three of my four A-levels.

I just had to find out who beat me in the fourth. Right.

I am a Christian, yes.

We're Christians.

OK, the thing I'm dying to ask...

Biology A-level, paper 2. Question 13.

Yeah? What did you put?

Hey, I hear there's a party tonight.

I doubt it. You do know that Trinity doesn't have a Freshers' week?

They expect us to study. To study.

So there's no parties.

Well, unless you mean the Feast of Fools?

The Dandelion Club party.

Upper-class twits.

Doubtless all the girls will end up taking their clothes off

and offering themselves to the first available guy...

Right.

Just out of interest, how would I...or anyone else...

get to this party?

You're not thinking of going, are you?

Hey, look, you could come with me!

I really don't think so.

I saw her first. Hands off.

Well, this has been...

The biscuits were amazing.

Really good biscuits.

I guess I'll see you...around.

Age shall not wither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety.

Thank you, Edmund.

This is it, then.

I'm very proud of you, you know.

You're going to do wonderfully here.

I hope so.

Thank you for everything. My pleasure...

Warden.

20 years ago, a young graduate knocked at my door

to interview for doctorate.

Slip of a thing, she was.

Short hair. Rather reminiscent of an eight-year-old boy.

She stands before you now, as diminutive as ever,

but with a string of academic posts and several books behind her.

Gentlemen, Marjorie, this is an ambitious woman.

A forward-thinking woman,

a woman I know who clearly relishes the challenge

of dragging our weary old institution

into the so-called modern world.

I give you your new Warden, Dr Angela Donne.

Welcome back to Bridgeford.

Whoa!

Almost dropped it then!

I'll go. Oh, bugger, it's the wrong box.

It's the wrong box!

All my old toys, they were meant to be going to Africa!

This was meant to be full of clothes!

Oh, my God. What were you thinking, Maddy?! You idiot!

Maddy, right? Yeah.

Don't you think the people in Africa will probably prefer the clothes?

Yeah. Yeah, they will, won't they!

I mean what were they going to do with a blinking My Little Pony?

Eat it?!

On the other hand, they are quite hungry, aren't they?

The Africans.

Yeah. Really old ones.

I guess I'll be seeing you around, then, yeah?

Sorry, what's your name? Theo.

Thank you. Bye.

Fit!

I'm ready for my bedder now, thank you, Mr Dobkin.

Where's Ingrid?

Oh, this is ridiculous!

Oh, excuse me. I was...

Oh!

I can't get the key to er...

Damn.

Where's my bedder? She should be in your room.

That ogre?! I usually have a Swedish bedder. Where is she?

I imagine she's back in Gothenburg,

recovering from the abortion that we paid for.

Bingo.

Maybe this term...you could keep your sperm in the bag?

I'd be ever so grateful.

I want a new bedder. Now.

Not possible. Auburn hair please, since it's Michaelmas!

I always find redheads very Christmassy, don't you?

Dorian, you should know there have been some changes round here.

We have a new Warden.

A modernist, who leans more than somewhat to the left.

So get rid of him. It's a her, actually.

A woman Warden?

Does Daddy know about this?

See yous later! See yous later!

Bye, bye!

I like your Vans. I like yours.

Awesome. Thanks.

Do you like Donnie Darko?

The film movie? Aye.

Do you want to come to my room and get mashed? -Oh, aye, like!

Awesome!

I've taught at Bridgeford University for over 30 years.

The Seventies were the worst.

Hippies and lesbians pounding at the gates, demanding change.

'This is the 20th century,' they would say.

Do you know what you'd do in that situation? Nothing.

Young tick.

You give them something - something you can bear

and they can call a victory.

Back then, we let women in. Masterstroke!

So when the Education Minister came to me last May

and said 'this is 21st century,' I knew what had to be done.

This Warden's a publicity stunt?

Well, she...

She was one of my PhD students.

Hard-working. Pretty.