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[women screaming in distance]

[screaming]

[men singing indistinctly]

[horns honking, whistles blowing]

Thank you very much.

- Balloon, please. - Have a lovely day.

- Thank you. - Happy Valentine's Day.

[indistinct talking]

[clinking, rattling]

[woman screams]

I'm here outside the historic Pump Room in the center of Bath,

where the city may have just experienced

its first earth tremor in over 300 years.

Earlier, Valentine's Day diners were overcome

by a release of highly toxic gas.

Three people are said to be in a critical condition

and authorities are baffled as to how

this bizarre and frightening event could've occurred.

[woman giggles]

[woman giggles]

[clears throat]

Have you found what you're looking for,

apart from each other?

Gillian. Have you seen the local news?

No, what is it?

A terrible and wonderful thing.

You're in love.

God, no. Not as terrible as that.

Some people have been gassed.

[Ben] ...of the surrounding region,

which leads us to understand that a global, um, focus

sets the, um, wider and most important context.

And then, yes, I've got a slide.

Well, I hope it's of a monkey juggling flaming batons

because I can't see how else this funding delegation

is going to stay awake, can you?

Ah, Dr. Magwilde, he's boring. Make his speech better.

Daniel, there's a very excited man outside looking for you.

With a checkbook.

- Get your coat. You've pulled. - What's happened?

The chance of a lifetime.

You want to go underground?

[bell chimes]

Ah. Do you have a late note?

Sorry.

I feel a bit sick. I need a smoothie.

That's what five pints of Scrumpy will do to you.

[Gregory] Oh, I see. A night of drinking.

Coy, snatched glances the next day.

He can still taste her on his lips.

- What? Was it a-- - No, no, it wasn't.

- Was it? - No.

He showed me the sights. We popped into the Green Tree.

All right. Losing interest now.

So, what's going on?

There's a hollow area under these baths.

We've never had a chance to get at it until now.

You know it's just gonna be more Roman remains, Gilly.

- We had a bet. - A bet? What bet?

Oh, well, it's very complicated,

but it involves Celts and Romans

and Gillian being completely wrong.

Well, if I'm wrong, I will cough up.

[Viv] I'm none the wiser here.

Could somebody draw me a picture?

Hold it. Who are you lot?

You the engineer?

Geologist, if you don't mind.

Jeff Greenwood.

We're from Wessex University. Archaeologists.

And bon viveurs and, in some cases, erotic adventurers.

Well, the quake dislodged part of the old flooring.

Made a bloody big hole.

We reckon a pocket of hydrogen sulfide

from the sulfur springs was released from underground.

Obviously, they're gonna evacuate the town center.

[Jeff] No, just the baths.

These seismic wobbles only happen twice in a millennium.

Oh, and it's Valentine's, and no one wants to stem the flow

of romantic cash into the shops.

Um, is it okay if we take a peek?

No. Whole thing is a deathtrap.

Needs bracing.

Now, if you don't mind, I have about a thousand samples

to test back at the lab.

Cheers.

[Viv] Bracing sounds serious.

We're not really going down there, are we?

Ben, check your torch batteries.

Locked and loaded.

Now, hang on. It sounds dangerous.

I'm sorry that your flaming young life

is about to be cut short.

But Gillian has a theory, and we all have money riding on it.

Well, at least if you perish,

you'll perish with your one true love.

There's a honeycomb of tunnels and unexplored areas

under the baths.

Back in Roman times,

it would've been the perfect place to hide someone.

[Viv] Hide someone?

This is the first time these walls have been illuminated

by electric light.

It's limestone, but it's been hand-hewn.

Not squared-off.

Hm. Not very Roman, Benjamin.

I'd say this was Celtic.

Well, the Romans liked to build

on top of Celtic sites of worship.

Subjugate the people. Eradicate their heritage.

That's the Romans. Brutal, thorough, effective.

[Ben] There may be Celtic remnants here,

but it still doesn't prove your theory.

Nothing's gonna prove that.

[Viv] What's the theory?

What do you think happened down here?

Someone was hidden here?

Let's dig.

- All clear down there? - Yes, sir.

Great.

[Gillian] We'll do a quick detector sweep,

open a couple of ground sections and see what gives.

You think we'll have time to do all that

before we're prosecuted, evicted,

and sacked from our jobs?

[cellphone rings]

- [Gillian] Daniel. - [Daniel] Return please.

I need you to stop Dr. Ergha

boring the pants off of my delegation this evening.

Uh, no. No way, Daniel. I can't.

We're conducting an ad hoc investigation.

You give the talk.

I am giving them the guided bloody tour.

So tonight's lecture had better be completely wonderful.

Because if they do not open their wallets

you'll be looking for another position

at another university with a faculty head

as sweet and indulgent

of your whims as I am!

[dial tone]

[beeping]

[Gregory] Ah, what a thoroughly incongruous place

to find a inscription.

"Fiamma urit Semper."

"The fire will always burn."

Sounds like a bad album title.

So?

Do you think he wrote it?

Long shot.

Come on, let me in on this.

Who are we talking about?

What's your theory, and what's the big mystery down here?

[beeping intensifies]

[Gillian] Tell me that's first-century Celtic.

That is first-century Iron Age Celtic.

[Gillian] That's a Celtic belt buckle.

Okay, bags. Bags!

This is like a settlement's worth of stuff!

[Gregory] Look at this.

The sun god of the Celts.

This is Celtic holy ground.

This is a most extraordinary find.

[Viv] Okay, but the Romans wanted to eradicate Celts.

Why didn't they just destroy all this?

Unless this stuff was buried after the baths were built.

Oh, come on. Tell her, Gilly.

Okay, here.

What does that tell you?

It's a ring.

It's Celtic.

First century.

Yeah, we told you that.

It's twisted. Like it was melted.

[women screaming in distance]

[screaming]

And we're not pulling out any pieces of fabric of any kind.

These things were rescued from a fire?

And the people that owned them were burnt.

[Gregory] Let's take these treasures back to the van

and get the rest of the gear.

There was a Celtic uprising. It was quashed.

And the rebel leader was pursued.

The Romans torched any village that may have been hiding--

Uh, sorry, this is speculation.

We know this from Marcus Quintanus.

Marcus Quintanus?

All we know is what we get from "De Vita Quintanus"--

"The Life Of Quintanus."

An obscure Roman inventor and engineer.

Helped build these baths.

Then he went back to Rome

and took up a nondescript clerical job.

But his servant wrote a rather hazy account of his life.

Now, some of this was lost

when Rome burned a few years later -- the Great Fire.

Poor Quintanus himself died in the blaze,

but some of the biography survived.

I picked up a copy, a Victorian one, at auction.

[Ben] Which is in rotten colloquial Latin

and not really worth bothering with.

But something in what it said

got Dr. Magwilde here frothy around the nether regions.

Quintanus's biographer

reckoned he kept two prisoners under the baths.

One of them was a woman, a warrior.

Or it could translate as "peasant."

And it can translate as "warrior."

So a Celtic female warrior leads an uprising, is beaten...

But gets away.

...flees south along the only escape route possible--

the Fosse Way.

Which could bring her to Bath,

where the village that hides her is torched.

She's captured by Marcus Quintanus

and imprisoned here?

Three points to the pert-breasted,

tousle-haired siren to my right.

And her name.

Bodicea!

Ohhh!

And you were doing so well.

An 18th-century translation error means that everyone

gets her name wrong.

Unbelievably beautiful.

Iceni coinage.

Gorgeous.

Okay, so maybe the Celts had Iceni with them

or maybe they traded with Iceni.

But it's still a connection to Boudicca.

Warrior queen.

It's not proof.

- [scoffs] - You ain't won no bet, girl.

[Gillian sighs]

Let's get the rest of the stuff.

But wasn't Boudicca defeated in battle?

Didn't she kill herself rather than be taken prisoner,

somewhere in the Midlands?

That's what the Romans want us to think, but...

maybe her story continues.

[grunts]

[Gregory] The manuscript says he kept two prisoners.

Who was the other?

And what did Quintanus want with Boudicca?

Probably kept her as a sex slave.

They liked to humiliate the warrior queen by raping her.

Let's just hope she bit off

a few Roman bollocks along the way.

- What? - [chuckles]

What is it, boys?

It's nothing.

It's you and her and the whole...

[clears throat] It's nothing. Are we set?

So... [clears throat]

Good night last night?

Oh, here we go.

No, I'm serious.

Was young Vivienne good company,

or were you punching below your weight?

She was a laugh. End of.

What did you talk about?

- You mostly. - Me?

[Viv] Here we go.

Here's the baggies.

I love that word. "Baggies."

Baggies.

[Ben] [clears throat]

So, you gonna cough up?

You cannot know Boudicca was here.

Sometimes you have to take a leap of faith.

Or simply go on the evidence in front of you.

You're scared, Ben.

Scared to take a leap.

Ride a little imagination once in a while.

[sighs] You know, sometimes you sound like your mother.

And that scares me.

[rumbling]

It's just one of those aftertremors

that happens twice every millennium.

Um, you can let go of him now.

[Gregory] Look. Here.

A jawbone.

Human.

Adult.

Multiple fractures.

Oh, that is lovely.

Right, let's see if we can't find the rest of him.

Or her.

I should do a strontium test on one of those teeth.

Okay, take everything back to the lab.

We'll carry on here.

Viv, you go with him.

But I want to stay on the dig.

Dolly gives good strontium. Watch and learn.

[Viv] That ground was shaking like a kid's funhouse at a fair.

I think we should at least tell somebody.

Ah, that would be tricky,

as we are down there illegally, after all.

Arrests would be made.

A show trial.

We'd find ourselves deported to the University of Holyhead

or some similar gulag.

I just wonder if staying down is a bit crazy.

Well, her mother would've stayed.

What did you know about her?

Karen Magwilde? Brilliant.

Liked her picture in the papers, even at university.

You were at uni with her?

A spring chicken like me? Don't be ridiculous.

But you've met her. What is she like?

- It's ancient history. - I like ancient history.

Karen forsook academic inquiry for daydreaming.

Developed an obsession for something.

Something spurious.

In Gillian's flat, there's this room.

The walls, they're covered with pictures of--

All you need to know is that Karen's quest wrecked her.

It lost her her credibility, and she suffered a breakdown.

It was tragic. And now I worry for Gillian.

- I really do. - Why?

Sometimes, Vivienne, men become distracted around you.

You may have noticed.

This is because they are trying to function while wondering

how you would appear in the shower soaping your naked body.

This has a point, I hope.

These thoughts render them incapable of rational judgment.

My point is that a little imagination

can be a dangerous thing.

Trust me on that.

[rumbling]

[beeping]

Have you, um -- Have you got any valentines yet?

No.

Because I'm not a preening 12-year-old schoolgirl.

- Did you? - Haven't checked my in-tray.

So, Quintanus probably brought her--

Possibly brought her.

Possibly brought her to this Celtic holy place.

Why?

I mean, yes, there's evidence of a Roman presence,

with the inscription and that, but...

Do you really buy that she was his sex slave?

Well, we know from his servant's manuscript

that he was a confirmed atheist.

And these are Celt things.

She buried them to put the dead to rest.

And maybe...

Maybe he let her.

[chiming echoes faintly]

It's coming from the shopping center.

Check out those crazy acoustics.

Gilly, Quintanus did not bring Boudicca down here.

He could've paraded her through the streets of Rome in chains.

- He'd have been a hero. - Well, he didn't.

See, there you go again.

That's a whopping great leap you've just made.

Oh, mister sodding practical.

"Did you know your Christmas tree's at 40 degrees?"

You still bang on about that. Well, it was.

First Christmas at university digs.

I just don't think it's a nice way to treat your neighbor,

slagging off her Christmas decorations.

Look, look, I noticed it was leaning, and I just came--

It's a good thing I had the special base.

Oh, ho, ho, ho! Yes!

I wondered when we'd get to the "special base."

That thing with ratchet and clamps.

I mean, where did you get that? The Inquisition?

[chuckles sarcastically]

Oh, and then did you ask me to your room to listen to music?

Oh, yes, so sweet.

And I start going out with a man who listens to George Michael.

And I start going out with a girl who likes Queen.

[rumbling]

[sighs]

Anyway, it wasn't George Michael.

[chuckles]

Uh, "Faith"?

[groans]

Oh, yeah, you got to have faith, mister practical.

Well, if I remember rightly, a bit of solidity

was what you needed in your life.

- Had your mom-- - Yes, okay. My mom.

Yeah, she'd gone loop-the-loop. Well, that was then.

My tree is straight, metaphorically speaking.

[rumbling]

Oh, my God. Look.

We'll feed a fiber optic down there,

and then we can have a proper look,

see what we're dealing with.

Gilly, what are you-- No, no, no. What are you doing?

Oh, give over, you George Michael-loving crazy boy.

We don't know that it's safe, Gilly!

No jury would convict me.

Gilly. Gilly, get back up here.

Gilly, come on! We have to go!

Gilly, come on!

[coughs]

Gilly?

Gi--

Oh, God.

Oh, no. Gilly.

Gilly, come here. Come on.

Come on. Let's get you up.

[Gilly groans]

Come on. Look, look, look. Look at me. Look at me.

Come on, focus. Look at me, come on.

Just stop groping me!

Yeah, you're okay.

[rumbling]

It's blocked up top.

We can't get out that way.

Hey, look.

"Fiamma urit Semper."

"The fire will always burn."

This writing is starting to look obsessive.

They went deeper.

Why?

Hey!

Hey, help! Anyone!

We're too deep for anyone to hear us.

What?

Too deep for anyone to hear.

Which is exactly what they wanted.

[man] The authorities are not ruling out

the possibility of an after tremor.

The gas leak itself has landed 15 people in hospital.

Two are thought to be in a critical condition

with the remain--

Now, I want you to cut a decent-sized section.

Ah, hard at work, I see.

Please don't mind our special guests. [chuckles]

Professor Parton and his assistant

are working on strontium analysis.

Professor?

[chuckles]

Oh. Well, there are traces of the isotope strontium

in everything we eat and drink.

Up until the age of about 12,

this strontium builds up in our teeth,

but it remains for thousands of years after we die.

Food and water from one valley

will carry a different strontium signature

than food from elsewhere.

- But the interesting-- - Thank you, Professor.

Not The Open University.

Would you remind Drs. Magwilde and Ergha

where they need to be tonight?

Lecture theater.

Being impressive.

Shall we go and have a look at the library?

[man] ...geologist Jeff Greenwood

that perhaps this is the result of a leaking gas main.

[Jeff] I think that's unlikely.

This gas has a distinct sulfurous odor.

It seems possible

that there are large, untapped pockets down there,

but more tests will...

It sounds like there's something really bad down there.

I think we should call them.

Oh, they're probably bimbling about or on a sarnie break.

This is where the real work is done.

[whirring]

[Ben] Maybe this means I won't have to do

that bloody speech tonight.

Ben.

Ben!

- It's purple tesserae. - Well, wow.

I'm gonna die looking at

the rarest Egyptian porphyry I've ever seen.

We're not gonna die.

Gilly, our way out is blocked by a ton of rock--

a ton of rock, Gilly,

that would crush us if we sneezed too loud.

Why didn't you listen to me?

Why can't you just learn to wait?

So we're looking for isotope levels

associated with alluvial deposits,

characteristics of East Anglia.

- Boudicca's stomping ground. - Precisely.

We want a strontium 87-to-86 ratio of about 7.08.

No!

Hell's tits.

7.05, which suggests volcanic activity.

- Not Boudicca? - Not even close.

This jawbone is distinctly bloody Roman.

Quintanus?

[fire roaring]

Marcus Quintanus.

Magna.

Magna.

No. We know he went back to Rome. He died there.

But how reliable is this manuscript of yours?

Meaning?

Well, we found part of a Roman skull.

And Boudicca was no shrinking violet.

Did she kill him down there?

[speaks Latin]

[clattering]

You know, Quintanus laid loads of mosaics.

Look.

Look at the mirror in her hand.

Like the one they found at the Birdlip dig.

[Gillian] The kind of mirror only possessed by a queen.

A Celtic queen.

Oh, no, no. That's insane.

She killed herself in battle.

[Gillian] An ignominious end,

one the Romans could've invented because--

because really she escaped.

Gregory.

Scimmietta mia.

Salsicciotta bella.

Gloria, you look ravishing as ever.

I know.

You, on the other hand.

Oh, well, the cruel passage of time.

No, no, I can only see the top of your head.

Oh.

Ah.

Bellissimo.

So, you call me because...

the fire of your loins is lit once more?

Never went out, my love.

No, my motives today are purely professional.

Marcus Quintanus, the engineer and inventor.

Now, I know he is supposed to have died in Rome,

but could he have been killed here underneath the baths?

He, of course, died as you say, in the Great Fire of Rome.

Well, it was the Christians' revenge, of course.

Nero kept tarring them and setting them alight

so he could read at night.

We have a small team in Italy

who take an interest in "The Life Of Quintanus."

And there are spaces and holes, you see?

But on the matter of Quintanus' betrayal of Rome--

Betrayal?

My text has nothing about any betrayal.

Your copy of "The Life"?

19th century.

Ours is 17th.

More complete.

Now, this earlier version of the text,

you're sure it says that Quintanus

returned from Britain to Rome?

Yes, and he died in the Great Fire.

But before that, he did something.

The servant writes of a terrible betrayal of Rome.

But we do not know what it was.

But I will fax to you, Scimmietta mia.

Hm, you are my sun, my moon, my stars.

But I ask, what is it you have found?

Ah, Celtic goodies.

Maybe even Iceni.

Hm, we found these also. In Roma.

Iceni coins?

In Rome? Where?

I don't know.

But I will contact you.

It's all a fascinating mystery.

Like the passion we have for each other.

Ciao.

Ciao, bella.

Quintanus returns home

and commits an act of betrayal against Rome.

Why?

Well, I know this guy.

[Gillian crying]

What's wrong? Why are you crying?

Cupid fires his arrow at Boudicca.

Quintanus didn't imprison her down here.

He brought her here to protect her.

[chuckles] That's ridiculous.

No, no. That's what happened.

She stayed down here, and he...

He carved his feelings on the wall and...

...and laid these little love patterns.

Little love patterns? Gillian, come on.

A Roman for an Iceni? It makes no sense.

That's right. Because love makes no sense.

You know, it's not practical.

It follows no rules.

You know, love is at a 40-degree angle,

and it cannot be straightened.

They are the two prisoners mentioned in "The Life."

Quintanus and Boudicca.

Trapped by their love.

Ben.

There's a breeze coming through these tesserae.

There's something nastier coming the other way.

- [coughs] - [Gillian] It's gas?

Gas! It's gas!

- Where's it coming from? - Everywhere.

The walls. It's seeping in through everywhere.

[Gillian] Why is the gas coming now?

[coughing]

It's diffusing through the fissures in the rock.

Do it!

Do it!

The gas is heavier than the air. We need to find a way above it.

[coughs]

[coughing]

Go on.

Keep moving.

Gillian, keep going.

[telephone ringing]

archaeology department. Hello.

[man] Hello, can I speak to Dr. Magwilde, please?

She's not here. I can take a message.

Oh, that would be perfect.

Ask her if she's received the book.

The book?

[dial tone]

Hello?

- [Ben] I think we're okay. - [coughing]

[Ben] I think we're okay.

It's way behind us now.

[both breathing heavily]

Boudicca in love with a Roman.

Admit it.

[Ben] Look, I'll admit it's a love story, yes.

But we don't know it's Boudicca,

and we do not know it was Quintanus.

All we know for certain is that we're being pursued

by sulfuric gas.

[coughs]

Ben.

This is a-- My God, I don't believe it.

What does it look like to you?

It looks like an apple.

Maybe the high mineral content in the water

over the centuries created this mineral fossil.

Look at that. It's beautiful.

The atmospheric conditions stopped it rotting.

Preserved it.

[Gillian] Hasn't affected these.

[Ben] No, only organic material.

[sighs] No idea.

[Gillian] Some sort of burial ritual.

Like Canopic jars.

For ashes or organs or something?

- [sloshing] - There's liquid in this one.

Look.

It's two chambers.

There's water in one and some kind of tar in the other.

Pyrophoric reaction.

- [Gillian] Good word use. - Why, thank you.

[Gillian] God!

- [Ben] You all right? - Yeah, are you okay?

Yeah, yeah.

I think I lost an eyebrow.

[coughing]

So, when the liquid from the two chambers are mixed,

it's a weapon.

Kind of like a Roman hand grenade.

The kind of thing that would come in handy

if you were gonna torch a Celtic village.

If these are Quintanus's weapons,

what was he trying to protect?

Just please be careful.

[Ben] Saltpeter. Quicklime.

It's basically napalm.

You need sulfur to make this.

Quintanus must have stockpiled it.

There could be tons of this stuff

hidden away in other chambers down here.

And then moisture is added through the rocks

over the centuries and produces the gas.

Gas builds up.

It explodes. Boom.

[coughs] That's-- That's your earth tremor.

Gillian, we can't stay here.

[Gillian] [coughs]

Oh, my God.

They must be buried out there.

It's a minefield.

[both coughing]

[Ben] That's the gas.

Eventually, that stuff's gonna catch up to us,

and we'll pass out.

Yeah, we're in big trouble.

Glad you've worked that out now.

It's Viv. Call in. Please.

I still can't raise the others.

Marvelous.

Whole pieces of the Quintanus manuscript I've never seen.

Good old Gloria.

This page -- It's got writing across it at right angles.

It's all faded.

It's a palimpsest.

Written at right angles

just like the ancient Archimedes manuscripts.

So the original layer was scrubbed out and written over.

When the fax machine scanned it,

it flooded the document with light,

revealing whatever lay beneath.

According to this, Quintanus, the architect and engineer,

also designed a remarkable new weapon.

Good God.

Cassius, the general of the Ninth Legion,

made him test it on the villages

they suspected of harboring a warrior Celt.

The settlements along the Fosse Way

that Gillian was talking about?

He was made to burn them in their hunt for Boudicca.

No wonder Quintanus preferred to remain an atheist.

Who would want any god judging them after that?

[Gillian] Ben, we have to go across.

- [Ben] Yeah. - I'll go first.

- No, no, no. - No, I have to!

I got us into this.

Yes, you did. But I'll get us out.

Right.

Okay.

No. Um, don't get too close to me.

Okay? In case I...

Well, in case.

You should've gone first.

I am.

But you didn't.

What are you on about?

Valentine's Day.

16 years ago.

The gas has gotten to you.

Down here, Ben, in this dark, terrible place,

two people needed each other, and they fell in love.

And they tried to protect that love

from a cruel, heartless world.

Yeah, with their minefield of l'amour.

Gillian, I swear to God, if you keep going,

I'm gonna step on a bomb deliberately!

I knew you wouldn't do it.

[sighs]

I knew you wouldn't propose, so I went first.

Maybe you could've chosen a more convenient time to discuss this.

Well, no, Ben, because actually

this terrible place is all about love.

And I think we're gonna die.

I proposed to you on Valentine's Day 1992,

on bended knee.

And you answered.

And something in me broke.

My life was at 40 degrees, and yours was straight up.

But that doesn't mean that you should have said no

and that that was the end of us.

And every year at this time...

...well, I-I just think about that.

Look, Gillian.

Just because I said no doesn't mean that I didn't...

[chiming echoes faintly]

Well, this could not get any weirder.

[sighs]

Come on, all right?

Come on.

That's it. That's it.

Ready? Up.

[sighs]

You scared me, Gillian.

You were always so obsessed with your work.

I knew I was gonna be second fiddle, and it scared me.

It's love.

You're meant to be scared.

Anyway.

That was a long time ago.

Well, so was all this.

But it can still hurt you.

Oh, my God.

What?

Tingling down my spine.

Those hand grenades were booby traps.

Maybe there's something down here, something hidden.

We're close.

Do you believe me?

I don't know what to believe anymore.

That's okay. I'll believe for both of us.

[siren wailing in distance]

So, what have you got?

"Those who believe go to Minerva's seat

where the sun god gazes upon the face of Janus."

Now, this is odd because this is mixing Roman gods

with Celtic ones.

And this.

"Incende.

Incende."

"Burn. Burn."

Burn.

[Viv] What did that inscription say?

"The fire will always burn."

See, this is good Latin. Educated grammar.

So not written by the servant.

Perhaps these rites were written by Quintanus.

Old Marcus writes a load of inflammatory rant,

then goes and does something against Rome, a betrayal.

His slave rubs out all the evidence

and dashes off a little whitewash job

about all the wonderful weapons his master built

for the Ninth Legion.

[computer chimes]

You got mail.

Oh.

This is from my Roman goddess, Gloria.

Oh, now, this is interesting. This coin.

Her people found some scattered

among the remains of Nero's palace.

So did Quintanus throw Iceni coins around in Rome?

While Rome burned?

And there's another connection.

This talks about Minerva's seat,

and the baths were dedicated to the goddess Minerva.

This was her seat.

Let's go and get Gillian and Ben.

We'll show them what we've got.

They'll probably be glad of a little excitement.

Come on.

What's going on?! What the hell's happened?!

[Jeff] There was an aftershock, and it caved in.

Whole place collapsed.

But we've roped off, and we'll come back when it's light.

No, no, hold your horses. God, we can't leave them.

- What? - Our friends are down there!

They've been down there all afternoon.

Trapped while we've been-- Oh, God! Damn! Damn! Damn it!

Just wait right there! Don't move!

Oi! Oi, we've got people trapped down there!

We've been testing teeth and reading bloody Latin

while they've been-- Gregory, you idiot!

Mea culpa!

Mea culpa.

[Gillian] That's her.

The calcium carbonate mineralized the body,

and over the years, crystals have grown around it.

[Ben] "Queen of the Britons."

It's written in some kind of tar.

And he, a Roman, declares her the rightful queen of Britain.

[Gillian sighs]

We found her.

[crying]

[beeping, indistinct conversations]

[jackhammer pounding]

Can they still be alive?

Of course. Of course, they can.

- If there was another exit. - How can we know?

There are no maps, no Roman plans.

- Janus. - What?

"Those who believe go to Minerva's seat,

where the sun god gazes upon the face of Janus."

Now, Marcus Quintanus wrote that.

And?

Janus is the god of exits and entrances.

Minerva's seat-- that's this place--

dedicated to the goddess Suits Minerva.

This sun god in all probability was placed on a pediment

at the entrance to the baths.

Now, that's bizarre if it's Celtic.

Why would a Roman do that?

To honor the Celts.

Boudicca!

To point to the secret entrance of a Celtic holy place

he wanted to preserve.

So there's an entrance.

Or an exit, if you're trying to escape.

Yes!

A secret shrine.

So how do you think she died?

If they were discovered, perhaps she was killed.

Let's hope the jawbone we dug up

belonged to the man who found them,

and the bastard got what he deserved.

Boom!

- [flesh tears] - Ugh!

[gasping]

...Marcum Quintanum.

[Viv] So if the sun god was up there,

that puts him facing the abbey.

[Gregory] But that wouldn't have been there then.

It was just open land leading down to the Avon.

Just the river.

The river!

The Romans sluiced all the waste water from these baths

directly from the baths down to the River Avon.

- Ask me how. - How?

The great drain.

[jackhammer pounding]

They're trying to get us out.

At this rate, they're gonna kill us.

They're dislodging the pockets in the water table.

Water?

[jackhammer pounding]

No, no, no, no, no. That's not good.

Too much water mixing with the saltpeter on the walls.

And we're standing in a big bomb.

- Hey! Stop! - Stop!

- Stop drilling! - Stop drilling!

- [pounding continues] - [Jeff] Stop! Stop drilling!

[pounding stops]

We may have to blast.

No, no, no, no, no.

Leave her! Leave her!

Look at me! Look at me.

Now, that imagination of yours,

I'm giving you permission to use it.

Okay.

Quintanus brought her here, but we know he didn't die with her

because he went back to Rome.

Okay.

And he laid traps behind him

to kill anyone that entered the caves.

- And? - And... and...

And so there has to be another way out.

Right!

Come on, we've got to find it. We've got to find it.

Come on, come on.

[Gillian] [coughing]

Gilly! I think I've found it!

Shouldn't we tell someone what we're doing?

Bureaucracy is overrated.

Come on.

[both straining]

Come on! Give us some help!

[muffled talking, coughing]

Did you hear that?

Over here.

Ben! Gillian!

Gillian! Hello!

- [Gregory] Ben! - [Viv] Ben!

[coughs]

[Viv muffled] Ben!

[coughing] In here!

- Here! - We're in here!

[Viv] Where is it coming from?

- [Ben muffled] We're in here! - [Gillian muffled] Here!

[Gregory] Here.

- [Ben] Here! Help! - The sun god.

- [Viv] Well, what do we do? Pray? - Hold this.

[straining]

Come on!

Come on, come on, come on, come on.

[both straining]

[coughing]

[Gregory] Come on! Jump!

Gilly, Gilly, come on.

[Gregory] What the hell were you two playing at?

Did you break anything up there?

No, it was fine.

Just a routine dig.

[breathing heavily]

- Are you okay? - I think so.

I thought we'd lost you.

You don't get rid of me that easily.

Come on.

[Gillian] [coughs]

[indistinct talking on police radio]

She lost.

No.

No, she won.

Quintanus avenged her.

How?

He set fire to Rome.

He knew how to set a blaze.

And before he died,

he threw Iceni coins into the ravaged palace of Nero.

Boudicca won.

That's a big "what if."

Well, sometimes in this job, you've got to take a leap.

Your hair.

What?

Three years at uni, and you never knew.

What?

What we all called you behind your back.

Boudicca, the Celtic warrior queen.

[chuckling]

- [sighs] - [Gregory] Let's get a drink.

[man] There you go.

The human heart, okay?

A tough, blood-drenched organ.

So, in terms of this speech,

I've given it some thought,

and I think I'd like to say something like this.

Most archaeologists believe that the question "What if?"

Is not a useful one.

You see, we deal in the tangible, the measurable.

But when we dig into the ground,

perhaps we're opening the pages of a book

and reading the first line of the first chapter.

"Once upon a time, there was a man."

"Once upon a time, there was a woman."

We can know what height they were.

We can learn what they wore or what they ate.

But can we know what moods touched them,

the dreams they had?

The loves?

What we do know is that people do not fit into boxes,

and therefore neither does the history they make.

Human life isn't straight and rigid.

It's kinked.

It's at an angle.

And if archaeologists don't, from time to time,

use their imagination,

well, then, they are in danger of missing those kinks.

Yes, we need evidence,

but evidence will only get us so far.

And then-- then we need to dream a little.

Because it's by dreaming that we can make that vital leap

back into another time.

Dreaming isn't without its risks...

...its ridicule, its ruin, even.

We have to be brave enough to take such a step.

And some...

Well, some are braver than others.

So [sighs] here's to the science.

And here's to the scientific dreamers

who are invariably the pioneers.

- [Daniel] Bravissimo! - [applause]

[Daniel] Excellent work, Doctor!

You'll have them eating out of your shoe.

Yes, let's, uh-- Let's pop a jacket on, shall we?

You look like a farmer's son.

[door opens, closes]

You got it, then?

What? [clears throat]

Just wanted to check you got the package.

What do you know about it?

Just a man called, but he didn't leave a name.

Who called?

Henry Timberdyne?

I just told you. He didn't leave a name.

[Gillian] Why are you here, Vivienne?

This came from the geologists.

The drilling and blasting released crap off the walls.

They thought we'd like to see what was exposed.

Oh, that sword.

Yes, that sword or a sword or no sword in particular.

Gilly, a little pioneering imagination is wonderful,

but it can also be a dangerous thing.

Young Viv worships you, you know?

She'd follow you anywhere.

Please be careful where you lead her, eh?

[gunfire]

Cultural delegation from Iraq.

I am here for something so important.

We were the cradle of civilization.

We had sex. Twice.

- [man] That's the one. - Babylonian devil worship.

If she's with him, then her life is at risk.

Do you get to wear a cape and a mask?

Damn that woman!

Sorry, "mate."

So important, a man has died over it.

[girl screams]

Where is she?

I've got a Etruscan spear in my hand,

and I'm not afraid to use it.

You don't know what's at stake.