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[panting]

[Roberts] What does one do when hope dies?

Not when it is lost,

but when one actually sees hope burn before one's own eyes?

[man] [speaks German]

If hope is lost, it can always be found.

I know, I know, I know.

We just have to get some blood into it.

[panting, grunting]

When it is destroyed...

...what then?

What of us then?

[speaking French]

[scrapes]

[engines shuts off]

I suppose we must hope in miracles.

[up-tempo rock music playing]

[Ben] Gilly, does it have to be this loud, 'cause I can't--

- We're on the wrong side! - [Gillian] I know, I know.

- [horn honks] - Bonjour.

[Gregory] Now, if I've got this right...

Uh...

[Gillian] Ooh! Check it out.

That is the Chapel of St. Sebastian.

- [Gregory] No. - [Gillian] Yes.

[Gregory] Um...

Ah.

[bottles clinking]

Dolly, there's no need to bring the Brie and the wine.

It's France. The wine's mandatory.

Anyway, the Brie is from Somerset.

Nice little bit of Blighty.

[French accent] Dr. Magwilde,

I am Monsieur Luc from the Academy of Historical Affairs.

Hi.

So the Commonwealth War Graves Commission

insists that a British find requires a British team.

Well, that's interesting.

This was never a British combat area during World War I.

[Viv] Wow.

[Ben] Yes, wow. Wow, golly, and gosh.

[Ben] Yes, wow. Wow, golly, and gosh.

Look at this.

First World War. Mark I.

Look at the exhaust ducts and the round hatch.

This is a prototype. Only one of its kind.

Such a boy.

[Viv] "Joan."

[Gillian] Well, the Germans put iron crosses on their tanks.

We put on women's names.

I've known a few old tanks in my time.

A gentle touch as you're blown to buggery.

You know, looking at the soil and the angle of this thing,

it doesn't look like it's tipped into a bomb crater or anything.

I think it's been buried.

Who would bury a tank?

Corrosion deposits have sealed this.

[Ben] Okay, pop quiz. Vivienne.

Tanks -- Why so called?

Uh, because when they were shipping out the parts

they wrote "water tanks" on the crates to keep it a secret.

Oooh!

Oh, come on, I'm sorry. I'm not impressed, Vivienne.

I'm mean that just falls under "general knowledge."

Teas?

I know it's France, but see what you can do.

[Ben] When are you gonna stop ragging on her?

Look, Ben, I have been getting

some very strange phone calls, okay?

I know, I know. But that poor kid is not stalking you.

Whatever's going on, Gillian, she's not involved.

Look into her eyes.

That girl knows how to keep a secret.

Oh, come on.

Yeah, okay, she's good. And she works hard.

And she smells nice.

But...

I don't trust her.

[clattering]

[Ben] We're ready, Gregory.

[grunting]

- [Gillian sighs] - [Ben] Okay?

[speaking French]

[grunts]

[creaking]

- [clink] - Oh.

Ah.

What was that noise?

That was an interesting sound.

Unless my ears deceive me,

that's the sound a firing pin makes as it leaves a grenade.

Go.

[Ben] [shouting in French]

Clear the area!

Back! Back!

Booby-trapped.

Guys. Come on.

No, no, no. Look, look.

It's okay. Look.

Charger's rotted back down to the bottom.

It's safe.

[Viv] Is it me, or does she look like she was set alight?

[Viv] Is it me, or does she look like she was set alight?

[Gillian] Oh, my God.

[Gillian] Oh, my God.

[Viv] Well, we've seen bodies before.

[Gregory] Yes, leave most atrocities a thousand years

and they become good fun.

Vlad the Impaler.

The massacre of the Christians in the Colosseum.

But these men were our great-grandfathers, Viv.

They're not ready to be part of history yet.

We're standing on the edge of living memory.

Burnt.

Booby-trapped. Buried.

Why?

Thanks.

[clattering]

God.

Like graveyard Jenga down here.

[rattles]

[gasps]

Are you okay?

Is this too much for you?

No.

I'm fine.

[Gregory] Ah.

Soluble amino acids and proteins.

Vegetable oil.

High vitamin B12 content.

Yeast-extract paste.

Marmite.

- Then that settles it. - [Gregory] Indeed.

What other nation?

Dr. Magwilde, may I have a word, please?

As is customary, the German War Graves Authority

will be sending their own archaeologist to attend the dig.

Well, there's no need. These men are British.

That remains to be seen.

They insist.

May I?

And I will not argue with them.

France cannot be seen to be taking sides in this.

That's pretty much what got you into trouble

the last time 'round.

Oops. Did I say that out loud?

You are on French soil.

And we will not surrender that to the foreign bully

who shouts the loudest.

That we learned from the last time.

Okay, so when's he arriving?

Oh, no.

[woman] [speaking German]

Magwilde.

Becker.

[Gregory] Becker?! Is that the divine Frau Becker?

Professor Parton. He is still employable?

Well, if he comes near me, he must be muzzled.

Well, that was a long time ago.

I have a long memory.

Now, show me what you have.

Well, we have a British tank. Mark I prototype.

But this is my dig site, Frau Doktor.

A British tank filled with British bodies.

Who buries a tank?

- Show me your geophysi-- - No, no, no, no, no.

No, you don't come 'round here barking orders

like I'm some sort of wet-behind-the-ears intern.

Scoot, Becker.

Go on.

This is counterproductive.

Yes, it is. So get off my sodding site.

You take the biscuit, Magwilde.

Very much so.

This is not even your sodding country.

And it's still not yours!

[Gregory] Ladies! Are you two going to mud wrestle?

If so, I'll get my camera.

Hey, listen to that. E.U., my ass.

[laughs]

Here you go.

Oh, thanks. Great.

What are they?

These are Lambert grid coordinates for Verdun.

It's how the boys would have navigated here.

You know, I don't get it. Just don't get it.

This being a British tank.

I mean, Verdun was the German front line

against the French, not the British.

Well, the Marmite proves it.

So, what were they doing in French Verdun?

Hey, look at this.

See, this flap here-- It's for carrier pigeons.

They would have just shoved them straight through here.

Probably would have kept a few in here as well.

Look at this.

[Ben] Oh, I don't believe it. I must be getting old.

Well, you're holding up well for an old-timer.

[imitating old man] Yeah? Thank you, my dear.

It's a bullet.

How horrible.

What?

Someone fired a gun in this tank.

Someone -- a German-- shot at them.

And they were trapped in here.

In this metal coffin.

Whoa, hold on.

We don't know what happened yet.

[man] [laughs, speaks French]

Look at that. Cassoulet.

What are we having?

Fish fingers.

I brought all the essentials

for a trip onto the uncharted continent.

Fish fingers, Weetabix, baked beans, ketchup.

[speaks German]

[speaking German]

Here's an idea.

It's a botched cover-up.

Germans kill a bunch of Tommies,

then throw our brave boys into old Joan.

And fire in a couple of shots just to make sure.

Then they torch the lot.

And then they booby-trap the tank hatch?

That simply doesn't make sense.

Well, they're Germans. Doesn't have to make sense.

- Oh, please! - Oh, Gregory!

Any country which chooses leather hot pants

as the national dress

does not operate within the accepted bounds of logic.

[Gillian] We don't hate all Germans.

- Just that one. - [horn honks]

[Viv] Tell you what, though--

It's getting pretty hectic 'round here.

All looking to grab a bit of glory,

make a name for themselves.

But we have the bodies.

Which gives us the edge.

Gillian, it's not a race.

All right? We're all on the same side.

[dog growls]

[growls, barks]

[growls]

[Gillian] There was a high peat content

in the liquid at the bottom of the tank,

so some of this skin has been saved from total decomposition.

[Ben] Viv, can we have some salt?

Thanks.

[Gillian] Cross of Lorraine.

What on earth is this man doing with a heraldic French tattoo?

Well, we're in the province of Lorraine, so...

I don't know. Maybe he liked it here.

Yeah, 'cause the Great War was such great fun.

This one's got a broken finger that hasn't healed right.

Not his trigger finger, at any rate.

How about a little international cooperation?

I'm sorry, but we are conducting a departmental review.

Dr. Magwilde, I need to have access!

Danke!

[Dr. Becker] [speaking German]

[sighs]

You should see this.

[Gregory] Same here.

[Ben] And here.

This one's intact.

[Gillian] And this one.

[Ben] And this one's intact.

Three British soldiers shot in the back of the head.

Executed in the battlefield without trial.

No wonder someone went to the trouble of covering this up.

This isn't just a war grave. It's a war crime.

Oh, Viv, pull up anything you can on this prototype tank.

Maybe that's why they were murdered.

There's no signal, so you're gonna have to go to the library.

Not very glamorous, I know, but it'll get the job done.

- On it. - Good girl.

[Dr. Becker] Let me into your tent.

- Soon. - Now.

[sighs] When we are ready.

When we have collated the preliminary data.

I know that look. I know it in myself.

You've found something.

You'll get your answers, Becker.

History is a big puzzle, Doctor.

Answers obscured by so many things.

We should look together.

We should not see enemies where there are none.

We both know that the past

is too filled with bodies of enemies.

Ah.

Wait.

A broken finger.

Hello, Major Banks.

This is our mystery tank.

The French were having a tough winter,

so the Brits sent it over to boost morale.

The man on the right...

He's that body there.

Major Banks.

Looks like a nice fellow.

I'm sorry, Major. You didn't deserve this.

The man on the left-- Captain H. Roberts.

He wrote the article and actually survived the war.

A Greenwich Fusilier, like Banks,

and a correspondent for King ... Country.

King ... Country were the spin doctors of their day.

"Come on in, chaps! The war is lovely!"

No, Dolly, you're wrong about him.

He doesn't write propaganda.

"It is in the darkest times that the journalist must endeavor

to shine the brightest light."

There's more.

It is unprofessional to deceive and to deny a colleague.

Well, we think that they're Greenwich Fusiliers.

And that this one here is a Major Banks.

This tattoo.

[Gillian] The cross Of Lorraine, yeah.

Why?

I don't know.

That was decidedly odd.

I'm turning in. Night.

[Gillian] Good night.

What's wrong?

Nothing. Go to bed.

Gilly, what's...

- [cellphone beeps] - It's, um...

It's my mother.

What's happened?

It's probably one of those bloody bugs, you know,

made up of random letters.

I-I...

I couldn't hear the message properly

because I can't get a signal.

So...

She's, um...

She's weak. They're monitoring her.

We should go home.

You need to see her.

Well, I will. As soon as we can get the bodies back to England.

Maybe you shouldn't leave it that long.

What's it got to do with you?

What do you want from me, Viv? Hm?

Nothing.

Well, what? What, then?

[sniffles, sighs]

[softly] ♪ You ♪

♪ Are my lucky star ♪

[voice breaking] ♪ I saw you ♪

♪ From afar ♪

"Hopelessness is a Winter in Verdun."

[Roberts] Winter has crept into the armories

and gunpowder and war is, for the moment, frozen.

Verdun is in a moment of peace.

And looking across these tranquil fields,

it's easy to remember another time before war came...

A time our brave French comrades are fighting to find again.

[man speaking German]

[horse snorts]

Soldiers on whose victories...

...and whose sacrifices

the future of our world depends.

Their bravery...

...is the fire to thaw all winters.

The Germans are pulling back.

So are the French.

This is a war in reverse.

I don't think there's anyone left now.

Except us.

Grainger, give him a draft of the Marmite brew.

Do you wonder what it'll take to stop this?

[coughing]

The new tanks, according to Churchill.

That Navy cretin.

I know he's a pal of yours, but the man's an ass.

Look at poor old Joan.

Stuck in the mud on her first tryout.

That's not the weapon that's going to stop this war.

Oh.

God will end the war, will he, Banksy? [chuckles]

[Banks] This is.

I found it when I was doing my research thesis.

Had it with me ever since.

It's from the chapel at St. Sebastian.

Not that far from here.

I don't understand.

You want to know what weapon will end this terrible catastrophe?

I have that weapon.

If--

[horse snorts]

[dog growling, barking]

[clattering]

[growling]

[barking]

- [thud] - [dog yelps]

[man] Come on, come on! Wake up, wake up!

Move!

It's okay. You're all right. I've got you.

- You're safe. - [glass breaks]

[Gillian] I'm fine.

- I'm fine. - So you are.

[man] [speaking German]

- Thank you, um... - It's all right.

Sorry -- John. John Athorn.

I'm M.O.D. I'm here to help.

Looks like I've already started.

You don't really think...

Oh, they want us out pretty badly.

They know we're on to something.

- [woman speaking French] - [Ben] Oh, no.

- That's too bad. - [speaking French]

- [Ben] What? - [speaking French]

Are you blaming me? Is she blaming me?

That is bang out of order!

That's not just an attack, it's a declaration of war.

The dog wasn't ours, Gregory. Look, calm down, Ben.

Calm down? She's looking at me like I've--

Well, who brings a dog on a dig anyway?

It's work, not bloody summer camp!

Listen. We'll bury him together.

I'll dig-- No, we'll all dig the grave.

Oui? Est-ce que c'est correct?

[Gregory] Dead dog, burnt tent. What the hell's going on here?

Well done.

Still not quite sure why you're here.

Yes, sorry.

I'm an archivist for the Fusiliers.

So, weapons, bullets, helmets. Tanks.

You find it, and I'm here to document it.

And, ultimately, find a home for it.

[Ben] What? I was trying to help!

I'm trying to--

[chuckles] It's funny.

I was convinced the war in Europe was over, but, uh...

[indistinct arguing]

Well, perhaps by Christmas, eh?

- [laughs, clears throat] - [arguing continues]

My goodness.

You know, I've served in Bosnia, Afghanistan.

I've driven all kinds of state-of-the-art stuff.

But I tell you, this tin can on wheels

still manages to give me shivers.

She is a beauty.

[Gillian] She's a coffin.

Keeping a terrible crime a secret for over 90 years.

Yeah.

Well, you know, we could just take this all off your hands.

- What do you mean? - The M.O.D.

I could just say the word, sign the right forms,

and it's all S.E.P.

"Somebody else's problem."

It's a little M.O.D. joke.

What about posterity?

Ah, well, Joan would be kept in the Imperial War Museum.

You know, these soldiers were executed without trial.

That has to come out.

Yeah.

Well, you know, it...

It may, if that proves to be the case.

Well, until then, why don't we both just do our jobs

and try to keep the press off our backs in the process?

Yeah, that's easier said than done.

Oh, God.

Ah. Yes.

He came over with me. I couldn't do much about that.

Well, you're ex-Army. You could have shot him.

Yeah. It's too much red tape.

So good of you to turn up.

I think it's a rather interesting find.

There's something in this concretion.

It was lying on him.

A dog tag.

It's German.

[Gillian] German?

It can't be.

We have evidence of Banks, a Brit.

"Gruber." Who are you?

I would suggest fabric analysis on what little clothing's left,

see what that can tell us about him.

Shit, shitety shit, shit, shit.

The weave on this jacket.

It's German.

That body there -- the one with the "Gruber" dog tag?

German uniform.

Well, he could have stolen it.

Yeah, but what if this was his tag?

What if that was Gruber?

Okay, it was folded in half.

- To make it smaller. - So that he could...

- Swallow it. - Swallow it.

It wasn't lying on him, it was in him -- in his stomach.

He knew his death was gonna be concealed,

and he was trying to preserve his real identity.

But he was executed.

By a Brit?

That would make it our war crime.

All right.

So we have Gruber and we have Banks.

A dead German and a dead Brit.

We could always try and pin it on the French.

There's someone coming.

Hun. It's a bloody Hun!

It is. It's a German.

[man German accent] Is that you?

- [gun cocks] - Roberts, don't shoot!

Don't shoot.

You bastards.

You're bloody late.

[Gruber] How good to see you.

Gruber. My dear friend.

I'm never late. You are early.

Who's that?

[gun cocks]

I would trust him with my life.

What the hell is going on here?

Roberts, if you want this war to end...

Somewhere here in Verdun there is a weapon.

An incredible weapon that will stop the killing overnight.

You haven't changed.

- You look well. - Good to see you.

Silverman.

Gruber, old man. How the devil are you?

[Viv] "What does one do when hope dies?

Not when it is lost...

...but when one actually sees hope burn

before one's own eyes?

If hope is lost,

it can always be found.

When it is destroyed...

...what then?

What of us then?"

How's your mum?

Any news?

She's, uh... She's stable.

That's all they'll say.

Unlike me.

She's strong. She'll fight this off.

If she's anything like you.

Captain Roberts was best mates with Winston Churchill.

They knew each other as war correspondents.

That was why he was part of the team that brought the tank over.

- You've lost me. - Churchill was First Sea Lord.

His people funded the development of the tank.

He was sure it was the weapon that would win the war.

So are we saying

that Captain Roberts is one of the bodies out there?

He survived. Mostly in a loony bin.

Don't call them that.

Sorry. In an asylum.

But he did survive the war.

And his family published his writings after his death.

He goes on about "the weapon."

The tank?

No.

A forgotten weapon.

The weapon of Lorraine?

And Gruber has a tattoo on his arm-- the cross of Lorraine.

We have to tell the French team.

Everyone's involved in this now.

You can't hog it all to yourself.

Well, I will.

For a little while longer.

Good work.

We now know the names of the men

charged with bringing over the tank.

Roberts, Banks, Silverman, and Grainger.

Banks, Silverman, and Grainger were, it seems,

graduates of Mayfield College, Oxford, in 1905.

Oxford men. I feel better already.

What did they study?

We don't know yet.

University Archives are getting back to me.

[Gillian] Now, Roberts claims these men were obsessed

with finding a weapon which could end the war.

Overnight.

[Ben] Well, I can only think of one weapon

that could end a war overnight.

Well, Hiroshima, anyone?

Early nuclear development?

That's not possible.

By that winter, the war had ground to a halt.

The French mutinied.

They were a gnat's tit away

from signing a peace treaty with the Bosch.

Okay, so, what if this weapon was something so awful

that it could scare the French into signing that truce?

No, no, no. I think this is a digression.

The most important thing

is to establish the identities of these poor souls

and give them a decent burial.

Jackanory can wait for another day.

This weapon, Daniel-- this mystery--

is tied into the fate of these men.

Look, why don't I take charge

of the site on behalf of the M.O.D.?

It's a hot potato.

You lot would be free, then, to go back home and carry on

researching your, you know, weapon-thing theory.

[Daniel] Perhaps it's for the best.

This situation is becoming a little too uncomfortable, too messy.

Gillian, you have to admit that your domination

of the finds is causing serious friction.

And I just -- I just don't think you have a right anymore.

I will share my findings.

I can get this thing back under control.

I really don't think things are as fractious

as you seem to think they are.

Fighting! They are fighting!

It's such a humiliation.

[speaks German]

[people shouting in French]

[people shouting in German]

Break it up! Break it up! Enough!

Well, you can't blame them.

Look!

Who did this?

The French?

Dr. Becker, what are you saying?!

Or was it one of your team, Magwilde?

How dare you?!

You think we have committed a war crime.

I know what's going on.

I know what you have found.

[Ben] It wasn't us.

But you still see us as monsters.

You and the French!

After all that time.

I grew up apologizing for my nation

even before I knew what I was apologizing for.

We don't have evidence of a German war crime.

Ben.

The bodies we found are British...

...and German.

Oh, bugger ation.

Cut that thing down.

[humming Wagner's "Ride of the Valkyries"]

[stops humming abruptly]

Oh, my God.

Ohhh.

[bird squawks]

What the hell was that?

- It's kicking off out there. - We've been turned over.

There was a fabric sample.

Oh, and the dog tag. The skulls. Gruber.

Even the bloody Marmite!

- All our evidence! - [Viv] Why?

Why would someone mess this up for us?

[Gregory] Someone wants us to stop digging.

Enough is enough.

It's over, Dr. Magwilde.

Finito.

[sighs]

Look, I'm sorry.

I know this was very important to you.

It's just all too inflammatory here.

On the killing fields, so to speak.

I'll get to see my mother now, at least.

She's, um -- She's sick.

Yes, no, I know.

Well, I mean, I know of Karen Magwilde from the papers.

Look, I'm very sorry, Gillian.

Anyway, look, I must get on, so...

Good luck.

Hello.

I've had an e-mail.

From the Oxford University Archive.

Banks, Silverman, and Grainger. The Mayfielders.

They were archaeologists.

And you know what?

So was Gruber.

He visited Mayfield several times.

- Period? - Medieval.

And what have we seen on this dig that's medieval,

incongruously so?

- The cross of Lorraine? - The cross of Lorraine.

- [Viv] Gilly? - Yes?

- [Viv] Why are we excited? - I don't know.

Yes.

We've all got them.

[Gillian] Only an archaeologist

would think to swallow his ID tag

as a message for the future.

So Banks, Gruber, and the others

shared a passion for medieval history.

[Gillian] "Graduates of 1905."

Banks's thesis.

More than that,

these chaps were fans of none other than the Maid of Orléans,

Lorraine's most famous daughter.

Before de Gaulle turned it into a symbol of French pride,

the cross of Lorraine was her emblem.

These men were obsessed with Joan of Arc.

[screaming]

They came here under the guise of delivering the tank,

but really that's who they were looking for.

[Ben] What, in a bistro somewhere?

What does Joan of Arc have to do with anything?

[bell chimes]

[man] [speaks German]

[gasps]

Joan -- French peasant girl touched by God.

Leads an incredible military campaign

against the English at only 17.

Becomes too powerful for the English overlords,

and she's burned at the stake in 1431.

Her bones are thrown into the Seine.

- Except... - Oh, here we go.

...the Mayfielders think they have evidence

that the bones were taken from Rouen

by a German monk

and smuggled into French hands here in Verdun.

[speaks French]

The Germans and the French

worked together against the English.

[speaks French]

[Ben] Great conspiracy theory.

Nothing to do with World War I.

Come forward to 1917.

The French have had enough of the trenches.

They're ready to mutiny.

A moment away from peace with Germany.

And if the Germans can produce the bones of St. Joan,

the symbol of an ancient friendship against the English,

well, it might just be enough to tip the scales.

The French sign for peace. World War I ends.

This is the weapon that Roberts was writing about!

But if any of this is true,

then did these men die because of infighting--

Archaeologists racing to be the first to claim Joan of Arc?

And why would they do that?

[Viv] For glory.

Seems to be having

a pretty bad effect on us here, don't you reckon?

If Joan is here somewhere, then where?

We need to find out where the Mayfielders were searching.

I'll be in the bibliothèque d'antiquité.

That the one near the bar?

Might be.

Okay, they met during the war. The Germans and the Brits.

And somewhere here in Lorraine, in Verdun, they dug.

But where?

The Mayfielders must have had something.

But whatever it was, it might have died out here with them.

Died out here with them.

Of course.

If Gruber swallowed his dog tag to preserve his identity,

then supposing-- just supposing--

one of them managed to hide more, to preserve more.

- Pigeons. - Come again?

[coos, laughs]

The only place that might survive a fire

is where the carrier pigeons were kept.

Oh, my God.

Look at this.

Hey.

How's your Latin?

"Offered up to the glory of our Lord

by the humble brides of Christ

of the Convent of St. Lorraine."

But that's the Chapel of St. Sebastian.

Yes, but in 1420 it was the Convent of St. Lorraine.

If she's there, the Church would have wanted it kept secret.

Change the name, change the records.

No one makes the connection.

And look.

These are a very modern addition written in pencil.

Gillian, those are Lambert grid coordinates.

The Mayfielders.

Hell of a thing, being around you.

Well, I'm a hell of a ride.

We've dug up half of Verdun.

[Banks] She's in holy ground.

This is the only place we haven't checked.

[beeping]

It should be here.

There's nothing here, Gillian. The map must be out.

Ben! Viv!

Shh, shh.

Gateway to the past.

She's here.

And she will change the world.

Will she, Banks?

For better or worse?

The Mayfield College. Reunited.

War be hanged.

Beneath the earth, we're brothers.

Entrenching tools.

[Gillian] Okay, there's a bigger chamber through here.

[Gillian] Okay, there's a bigger chamber through here.

[loud thudding]

[rock clattering]

[Banks] Some light.

Here she is.

One, two...

It's her.

Come and look at her, Roberts.

Come on. Don't be like that.

How can I be a party to this?

What, to ending the war?

To giving it all up to them.

We should have not brought him.

You're a traitor, Banks.

No.

No.

I'm saving my country from more slaughter.

Rest of the world, come to that.

The French will be inspired.

They'll surrender.

Germany will win.

Think about your mother.

Your sister.

What will they say?

I'll tell you what any mother should say.

"Thank you.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart

that no more sons will die in this pointless bloody conflict!"

These men are your friends.

But is Germany?

Of course not, man!

They'll annex Britain! We'll be isolated!

They'll bleed us to death another way!

You have sold your nation for some bloody historical glory.

That's all this is about, Banks.

Glory.

Look at them.

They'll be the victors.

When Europe is theirs,

do you think they'll give you what you want?

They've been using you!

Yes, the war will be over.

But Britain will be crushed.

You will be forgotten, and they will take everything.

You must not believe him. He is not one of us.

[guns cocking]

I feared this.

I feared you would lose your nerve!

- Put down your weapon! - Raise your hands!

- Christ's sake! - Please don't do this! Please!

The world turns on this moment!

Lower your weapon, Gruber.

No!

[screaming]

Put down your weapons! Do it!

[man moaning]

Turn around and face the wall with your hands on your heads.

Hope was dead, and we needed a miracle.

She is that miracle.

[Roberts] Do it!

Now!

[man] [praying in German]

[thud]

[gunshot, thud]

[praying stops, thud]

[gags]

[thunder rumbles]

[Ben] Look at the sword.

[Viv] But is it really her?

[Ben] There's one way to find out.

Come on.

No one pop an eyeball.

Ready?

Oh, look.

Bullet. British. Army issue.

[John] Just like me.

I thought I'd made a big enough mess of that dig.

Thought everyone was pleased to go back home

and forget about it.

Not you.

No.

You had to just... [sighs]

...well...

...keep digging.

You knew?

And those men?

Those poor men?

Three British.

Three Germans.

And how many of them died down here?

In a sense, all of them.

Not Roberts. He survived.

No, he died.

Inside, he died.

[sighs]

This can't come out, Gillian.

Why not?

It's a war crime.

It's a disgrace.

But then, of course, the whole war was a disgrace.

Senior officers were prepared to strike a deal

that gave Europe to Germany.

Our nation betrayed by its own military.

So your people have been keeping this a secret ever since.

Roberts told Churchill.

Churchill told the Admiralty, and they were afraid.

People might have wanted it.

They might have been prepared to broker that kind of peace.

You came here to...

...to cover this up.

[Gillian] No one ever thought the bodies would be found.

There must have been inquiries over the years.

Roberts' family. The odd investigative historian.

Our pockets are deep

when it comes to hush money and smoke screens.

Of course neither would work with you.

I'm sorry, John.

Are you really prepared

to kill us down here, in cold blood, like they did?

- You're a soldier. - Yes! A soldier.

Greenwich Fusiliers.

I have been on the front line, where you people would have died

from shitting yourselves in terror.

I have sent boys into combat

knowing how undermined they feel.

Knowing that back home they're seen as an invading force,

not a peacekeeping one.

When the public loses faith,

we go to war in cut-price battle armor.

We go to war with lead in our hearts.

We go to war half-defeated.

This...

This would wreck the Fusiliers.

Would I kill to protect my regiment?

You ask that of a British officer?

Stand facing the wall, please.

What?

No.

Stand facing the wall! Now!

Move!

Move!

In a line.

- [Gillian] Three shot down here. - [gun cocks]

Three killed in the tank. Am I right?

We can still end this.

We take them back to the tank, and we torch it.

[John] Captain Roberts was a very brave man.

When he came home, he never recovered.

And this tomb was a secret.

And their tomb was a secret. The tank.

And you uncovered both.

Pity.

[Gillian] I'm here.

I'm right here beside you.

[gunshot]

Ben.

[crying]

[speaking French]

Ah, right, now-- Hold on to yourselves.

I think I know where we may find evidence

that may tell us

where Joan Of Arc may have been buried.

How about that?

Well, I'm sorry if I can't hand you

the Maid of Orléans on a plate,

pole dancing to "All Things Bright and Beautiful."

Gillian?

I'm sorry.

I was wrong to keep my finds from you.

I'm sorry too, Doctor.

We perhaps let personal history

get in the way of a greater history.

Well, the tank goes to the M.O.D.

Yes, but the bodies can go to us now.

Once the appropriate forms have been ticked.

You bury your dead...

...and we'll bury ours.

At least their names will be known.

Good work, Dr. Magwilde.

Thank you, Dr. Becker.

[ticking]

[woman] And now, at 29 minutes past 1:00,

the Shipping Forecast from the Met Office.

[man] Thanks very much, indeed, Alice.

This is the Shipping Forecast...

Viv?

Thought I'd get here before you.

What?

She's responding to antibiotics.

I mean, she's weak, and she's not getting stronger, but...

I don't know. Nor do they.

Yes, but what are you doing here?

I didn't know when I'd come again.

I've been once before.

Just once.

When you said she was ill,

I worried I wouldn't get another chance.

But... [sighs]

What's going on?

You must have guessed.

I can't believe you don't have an inkling.

My adoptive parents were the best.

The very best.

She'll always be your mum more than mine.

But that doesn't hide the fact that--

Gilly...

You held my hand.

Hold my hand again.

[door closes]

What does one do when hope dies?

If hope is lost, it can always be found.

When it is destroyed, what then?

What of us then?

I found the greatest archaeological find

this country's ever known.

- He found a table. - It means "Arthur."

Sorry!

You're all out on a limb.

- [gasps] - Aah!

[gasps]

An '84 Pomerol. Lucky chap.

The dark is coming. Let it go.

Get out!

What am I doing?

[Ben] Gillian!

I'm sorry!

You've endangered a great quest.

And it will change this country forever.

Don't mess with me! I'm an archaeologist!

I have to make sense of this.