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[Gillian] I know where
the sword started, Mum.

I know where it was born.

It came from the stars.

A meteorite crashed into Assyria.

From there was forged the
most extraordinary sword.

From there was forged the
most extraordinary sword.

A sword that affected the
destiny of whole countries.

- [knock on door]
- [Viv] Gillian!

Some call it Excalibur,
but it's more than that.

It goes beyond Arthur.

It existed before him, and
it continued after him.

I'm your sister!

It was your quest, and it destroyed you.

Gillian!

Tennyson was fascinated by the sword.

He wrote about "the Gleam."

[Tennyson] The profile of
chivalry has been smudged.

But I want to offer this most
august society a gleam of hope.

"Death, like a friend's voice
from a distant field...

...approaching thro' the darkness...

...call'd."

No more mysteries.

No more secrets.

It stops.

[pounding on door]

[Viv] Gillian, I'm your sister!

Aaah!

[man] Morning, Mr. Gift.

[Gift] Come on, guys.
This is my money.

Keep digging.

[indistinct talking]

Talk to me, Scott.

I want to check out reports
of a fifth-century swallet

at the base of the
Glastonbury Tor itself.

We're just clearing it.

[Gift] Good.

People, it's been almost a year,

but we are starting to find
fifth- and sixth-century pieces.

I sense that we're in a
zone of opportunity.

We will find it-- the
ultimate Arthurian artifact.

And when we do my friends, well,
you won't be studying history.

You will be a part of it.

Mr. Gift, Kevin Schaffer.

I'm with the Frome Historical Society.

Ah, yes, you amateurs are
invaluable to us. Thank you.

So can we join the main
unit up on the Tor?

Uh, no, we need you boys to mop
up in the smaller fields.

But thank you anyway.

[indistinct talking]

[whispers indistinctly]

You're pulling my plonker.

She draws a lot of these.

Did you know how lucky you were,

to watch your child fall in
love with something you loved?

How many parents dream of that?

All I ever wanted to do
was please you, Mum.

Then you closed me out for a whole year.

And now I know the reason, don't I?

Why didn't you tell me about her?

I just wanted to make you proud.

I thought I'd done something terrible.

Come on, Karen.

Let's get you back to bed.

[Gillian] Tennyson.
Bloody Tennyson.

[sighs] "Thy fibers net
the dreamless head.

Thy roots are wrapt about the bones."

That's "In Memoriam."

In memory of his dead friend,
Arthur Hallam.

[Hallam] I want no harm to befall you.

My dear friend.

You crammed it all into
me, didn't you, Mother?

All your obsessions.

You should be more respectful.
Your mother was a great woman.

[Gillian] You were a great woman.

You were also a great liar.

I don't have a sister, okay?

And I don't have a quest.

[door opens]

[woman] Come on, trouble.
Let's go see Granny.

[Gregory] 14.7.

15.2.

14.9.

Mr. Jameson was very kind to
donate so many of these.

What a nice man he is.

Jameson?
Why do I know that name?

He also donated a
century-old cognac bottle

to celebrate the signing
of the Entente Cordiale.

Which you drank.

Ooh. With a lady botanist.
To impress her.

I have to say she was very Cordiale.

Hm. [chuckles]

Has the great she-bitch been sent

any more mysterious packages?

Any more weirdy phone calls?

We haven't seen her, Viv.

[Gregory] Tea?

[sighs] I'm the intern.
I'll do it.

On my way.

I'm not even good for making
tea now, is that right?

Oh, goody.
The day just got better.

Where's Dr. Magwilde?

Kevin, what the hell are
you doing in here, man?

If you found something
with your little toy,

take it to "Antiques Roadshow."

You want to know what I found?

Only the greatest archaeological
find this country's ever known.

What's that gob of pond
life doing in my lab?

He's found something near Glastonbury.

Ever heard of Michael Gift?

Self-styled treasure hunter.

Oh, yes.

Thinks he's Indiana Jones,

but really he's a barrow boy made good,

throwing his millions at
archaeological discoveries.

He's a tight git, and
that's why I came to you.

I've been out there for eight months,

and my expenses wouldn't
cover a night out

in a Trowbridge knocking shop.

You have to admit, Gilly, it's
- Well, it's intriguing.

You are kidding me.

- It'll be a fake.
- But what if it isn't?

When have we been averse
to putting on our wellies

and having a look?

Yeah, come on.
We can just go over there.

You know, all of us.

All three of us?

Viv.

[door opens]

So then here I come, all
the way down the stairs.

And then you catch me
as I reach the floor.

Boom. Projector.

Ah, ah. No, no.

Promotional work.
Out.

If I quit this place, will you
still give me a good reference?

Well, it depends.

If Professor Parton has
been harassing you

with his Peruvian fertility totems...

Did you know Gillian was my
sister when you hired me?

Did you know, or did I get
it on my own talents?

Sister?

Ah, look, one hates to
be indelicate, my dear,

but there's precious little
of the freckled Scot in you.

Father, black.
Mother, Karen Magwilde.

[Gillian] Nobody walks out on me.

[sighs] Get in the Land Rover.

Fine.

I'm coming.

Who knows?
You might even need me.

Right.
Where were we?

[Kevin] Main unit's moved on to the Tor.

[Gillian] So Michael Gift is
looking for Arthurian artifacts?

And for one thing in particular.
Won't say what.

Well, one Arthurian relic?

Never believed in Arthur much meself.

Thought he was for
tourists and New agers.

Until we found this.

Are you sure Gift is behind this?

Someone else funding him?

[Ben] Oh, what kind of
section edges are those?

Are you using a spade?
Now, come on.

[sighs] Looks like sandstone.

[Gregory] You've used brushes on it.

Smearing soil and obscuring
the detail. Tut tut.

[Kevin] Latin, right?

And that name's got a symbol inscribed.

[Gregory] Denoting military
authority, maybe.

This is crazy.

[Ben] Do we have
comparatives for this area?

[Kevin] Oh, we've been pulling
medieval up from all over.

What about pre-Conquest?
Pre-1066?

[Kevin] Dark Ages? Yeah, a lot
of stuff from the main unit.

We found this.

Penannular brooch.
Sixth century.

Artognou.

It says "Artognou."

It's the same style of epigraphy
as a sixth-century stone

pulled out at Tintagel in the '90s.

It means "Arthur."

Our find, right?
I mean, we're involved.

What were you gonna do, Kev?
Put it in your garage?

Here, mate.

[Kevin] Great.
Thanks for nothing.

[indistinct talking]

What now?

Who told Michael Gift to
start digging in the Levels

for Arthurian finds?

Do you think it's the same people

who have been trying to contact you?

Well.

You tell me.

Why would I trust someone
who was playing me?

You sad, messed-up woman.

[door opens]

Ah, Dr. Magwilde.
Is that you?

- This really is very--
- [door closes]

[beeping]

[ringing]

[man] Hang up.
This is not for you.

[Kevin] I thought that just
maybe, just this once,

we could be involved for a change.

You see what happens, don't you?
Right? You know.

I came to that cow in good faith,

and she stole the glory right
out from under my nose.

These faculty people.

Bunch of con artists, the lot of them.

I ain't having it.

Aaah!

[Gillian] Okay, from
the segment we have,

we can suppose that it's
divided into 12 sections.

Epigraphy suggests sixth century.

At the top, you have Artognou.

Arthur.

[Daniel] Next to him?

Landelinus -- Lancelot.

Next to him could be Bedivere.

And next to him, d'Artagnan?

Next to d'Artagnan,

you could have a couple of
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.

[Ben] Gillian, why are
you being so cynical?

It's in line with
comparative archaeology.

It's -- It's incredible.

[Gillian] This is ridiculous.
It's a fake.

A very tasty fake but one
I'm not falling for.

[Gregory] Of course, the concept
of the circular meeting table

wasn't invented until Edward
I in the 13th century.

The site itself is called Battlebury.

Early scholars denote
the place as Camlann,

the Saxon name for Camelot.

[Daniel] So this place could be
the field that Arthur built

and ran his court.

Until his nephew Mordred created
civil war and killed him.

Family, eh?

[Daniel] Radio silence
until you know more.

You're all out on a limb.

- Don't I know it.
- I mean it, Gillian.

Talk to no one.

[door closes]

Kevin, you've been talking
to Gillian Magwilde.

Why talk to her?
What did she tell you?

What does she know, Kevin?

Look, I just took her to
see what I'd found, okay?

A table.

Part -- Part of a stone table.

I should have told you,
but I-I was angry.

[Scott] You found it.
Now she's got it.

You betrayed us.

You've endangered a great quest, Kevin,

and one that will change
this country forever.

Take him to Henry Timberdyne.

Who?

Get off me.

What are you--
I don't know anything else!

I'm sorry!

Right?

I'm sorry!

God.

Aaaaaah!

Aaaaah, no!

God, no, no!

No!

No, no!

Oh, no, no!

He found a table.

[man] A round table?

[Ben] Okay. We have the results
of our laser scanning.

Our Round Table isn't round.

It's a subtle ellipse, like an egg.

The top is broader, and
that's where Arthur sits.

The far end is pointed.

There's a tiny carving in
the center of the table.

It's a setting sun.
So the table points west.

And there are lines here
and here under the sun.

So are we saying that the table points

to the resting place of a certain sword.

If that field is Camlann,

then the sword could still be out there.

[Gillian] Why don't you go home

and let the experts deal with it?

You know, you could make
undermining people

a national sport.

Well, only one of us here would
get a gold medal for lying.

Really?

And what about your little secrets?

I've seen that obsessional
little room of yours.

All those diagrams and pictures.

Reminds me of your mother's book.

Give me that.

All that is over and done with.

And I don't have to justify myself.

She's your mother, too.

No, my mum was a wonderful woman
who adopted an unwanted baby.

Your mother was a driven, selfish bitch

who went mad looking for a silly relic!

Get out!
You're fired.

[man] The Disciples of
Good Use want the sword.

Good use?

I know of your good use,

You would seek to consume
all who stand in your way.

You will never get the sword,

even though you have killed for it.

[man] Does Tennyson have the sword?

You are adrift.

Good night.

[sighs]

If you had paid them decent
rates like I suggested,

he wouldn't have gone elsewhere.

[Gift] Leave his watch on him.

Somebody can metal-detect him
in a hundred years' time.

He told us who has the table?

Gillian Magwilde.

I think Michael Gift has been
trying to get me to help him.

Mm-hmm.

And I think he goes by another name.

Henry Timberdyne.

Timberdyne?

Is that who's been contacting you?

We have known each other a long time.

I'm going to ask you to do something

from the very bottom of my heart.

Stop.

Hand the table over to
Gift and go on holiday.

But stop.

I've helped you in your
search in the past,

but that was before I heard any
mention of the name Timberdyne.

- Who is he?
- Not "he."

"They."

The Disciples Of Good Use.

A society born in Cambridge
in the late 18th century.

They're Masonic in structure,
but more concentrated.

They're rich, strong...

...and many other things
I do not care to speak of

in this wonderful sanctuary of ours.

Gilly, they were the start
of your mother's calamity.

And if they are behind
this, you've lost.

And they believe in the sword?

They believe in the medieval
writings which say

that the Sword Of Albion will
return to the new king.

They think the sword will come to them.

You've met them.

These are men of formidable power.

They're like phantoms...

...in white masks.

[Karen] I don't care if you bring
in every damn archaeologist

under the sun.

You know I'm the only
one who can get it.

And if you think that I'm going
to find this precious thing

and present it to you...

You're only inspired by power.

I'm inspired by something greater--

"the Gleam," as Tennyson called it.

I won't be bullied or threatened.

Get out!

[gasps]

She knew them.

I have to make sense of this.

I can't just walk away from it.

The dark is coming.

Let it go.

I'm sorry.

I can't.

- It's my quest.
- [sighs]

Then it is adieu.

For I am too scared to follow this time.

[chuckles] My lady.

Gregory.

[Ben] Gregory.

Greg?

Where's he going?

What am I doing?

[Ben] Hey.

Hey, come on.
Come on

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

Come on, Gilly.
I'm taking you home.

Hi.
I'm Scott Wilson.

I work with Michael Gift.
We need your help.

I shouldn't be doing this.

You're saying that, if
the table is complete,

it could be pointing to where
the king's sword is resting?

If the inscription is correct.

Well, it could be genuine.

[Scott] Maybe.

Let's tread carefully, yeah?

So we need to geo-phys the area

and start theorizing a map regression

just to guess where the
table is pointing.

It's a bloody breakthrough.

Why don't you come and help us?

I think Dr. Magwilde would be--

She fired you, and she's
still ruling your life?

Where the hell is it?

Ah.

"Raiders of the Private Property."

Michael Gift's property, in fact.

You're in way over your head.

Be careful.

[Gillian] Gift must be the key to this.

And he could be one of the Disciples.

[Ben] All the gear and no idea.

[Gillian] And look who's helping them.

What are you...

Mr. Gift?

Excuse me.

Gillian Magwilde.

I know who you are.

Did you steal my mother's work?

Are you the man who calls
himself Henry Timberdyne?

You had your chance to be part
of history, and you blew it.

Oh.
Oh, very nice.

It's a ring pull.

Every period lays down an
artifact which defines it.

With the Romans, it was coinage.

Elizabethans, it was belt buckles.

18th,19th centuries?

Pipes, pipes!
Those damn clay pipes!

Know what defines our generation?

Ring pulls.

In a thousand years' time,

archaeologists can find a ring pull

and narrow the layer of history

to a period from the
mid-1960s to the mid-'80s.

Guess where I found that one?

I pulled it out of trench one.

It was underneath the Round Table.

Terminus post quem!

The table must have been
buried since the 1980s.

- It's a fake!
- Yes!

I knew it was a fake, just like Gift.

Who else would fall for it?

I mean, students are always
burying Holy Grails

around Glastonbury.

Hell, I did it.
We're way ahead of Gift.

[Ben chuckles]

Did I ever tell you that
when I sat my finals

all those years ago...

...I went blank.

Just froze.

Stage fright, I guess.

And then I caught your
face across the hall.

And you looked so sure,

so damn certain you had all the answers.

It was that look in your eyes.

Just inspired me.

Still does.

And you inspire Viv.

That's why she's followed you to Bath.

You know, if you open the door

and let in a little welcoming
light, people will come running.

Will they?

Yes.

[woman] Is it the Round Table?

We're running some tests at
my facility in Bristol.

But if Camelot is here,
I'll find it.

And then who knows?

Maybe something even greater.

You'll have to watch this space.

This Gift will present a gift to--

[television turns off]

Well, you'll be delighted to
know that I'm texting Vivienne,

the witch of Arthurian legend.

So she's on the trail.

She's closer than Gift will ever be.

[beeping]

Uh, Dr. Magwilde just texted me.

She wants you to know the Round
Table is definitely a fake.

She found a ring pull under the table.

Thank you.

I don't think I can stay.

That's a shame.

'Cause if you're anything
like your big sister,

you would be invaluable to us.

There are people you should meet.

Important people.

And you will meet them.

Talk to me, Scotty.
Do we have warp power?

Shut up, you berk.

What did you say to me?

The Arthurian connection is a dead end.

What?

I warned you, Mike.

And you went on national television.

You're no longer in charge.

The Disciples have no
further use for you.

[Ben] Oh, my God.

I don't believe this.

Look at it.

You've never showed me.

[Gillian] It's the same sword,
Ben, throughout history.

Beyond even Arthur.

My mother never knew that, but I do.

A meteorite crashes in Assyria.

Assyrians smelt the iron ore and
make a sword like no other.

The sword goes to Gordium.
Alexander finds it.

[neighing]

30 B.C. -- The Romans
loot Alexander's tomb,

and the sword travels to Rome.

Claudius takes it to Britain
and conquers the Celts.

Then Boudicca takes the sword.

It stays in Britain, traveling
through the Dark Age kings

like Arthur.

But how are you gonna get
it to the Knights Templar?

Saxon invasion.

[indistinct shouting]

Britons flee to France.

[Ben] Where, after 500 years, the
Templar Knights have the sword.

Then there's no big leap getting
it to St. Joan of Orléans.

But how the hell are you gonna get it

to West Africa and the Ashanti?

The remnants of the Knights Templar

migrated into Portugal,

having recovered the sword
after St. Joan's death.

Just as the Portuguese are
exploring West Africa.

They're trading. They trade
the sword with the Ashanti.

[Gillian] After the Ashanti
revolt in the Bristol Channel,

it vanishes.

But most people don't know that journey.

All they know is the legend of Arthur.

And poets like Tennyson,

they just fell in love with that.

This King Artognou -- Arthur--

he knew the sword by its
Celtic name -- Caliburn.

We know it...

...as Excalibur.

Karen followed the Arthurian
trail, but you...

God, you've taken this so much further.

There's something.

Oh, my God.

They've been in here.

The Disciples are very influential.

And you are tomorrow's headlines.

[muffled screaming]

The Disciples of Good Use.
There's so little on them.

Just a few short-lived conspiracy blogs.

Oh, my God.

Arthur Hallam.

Tennyson's best friend.
He was a member.

Gilly, I want you to
entertain an idea for me.

They hired Mum.

And when she turned against
them, they destroyed her.

They want Excalibur.

You may have drawn that
face on the wall yourself?

I know.
Just listen to me, please.

That wall is an obsession,
Gilly.

And who knows?

One night when you were
a bit tired or a bit--

Mad?

That sword drove your
mother over the brink.

- Yes, but that's got nothing--
- No, there are no buts, Gilly!

There are no buts.
Look at this. Look at this.

It -- It -- It's like a
chronicle of madness!

It starts off okay,

and it disintegrates, just like she did.

Look.
"One golden fish."

"One golden fish."
"One golden fish."

She's written it on about a dozen pages.

What's "one golden fish"?

So she writes about fish, and
I scrawl faces on walls.

- Is that it?
- That's about it.

- Yeah. Maybe.
- [sighs]

Well, you know, I really need
you to be on my side, Ben.

- I am on your side.
- No, you're not.

- You've turned against me.
- Jesus, woman!

You should listen to me.
I'm all you've got left.

No, I am all I've got left.
And I am all I need.

So just get out.

- Okay?
- Can we at least talk?

No!
I'm done talking.

- Just get out!
- Gilly, come on.

- Gilly.
- Get out!

- Don't--
- Out!

All right.

[gasps]

[crying] Mum.

[man] Don't be afraid, Vivienne.

Are you Henry Timberdyne?

Actually, Timberdyne covers
up a multitude of sins.

So, what does your sister
know about Excalibur?

Ask her yourself.

How close is she?

I don't know.

The connection isn't Arthurian, is it?

It goes beyond that.

Way beyond.

That was Gillian's discovery.

Tell me about that.

I don't talk to the walls.

- Unlike your mother.
- Can I go now, please?

Once you've given us some answers.

I don't have any answers!

We think you do.

Who are you?

You need time for quiet
contemplation, Vivienne.

Perhaps a visit to Henry Timberdyne

would be a good idea after all.

You seem a bit flustered.
Anything wrong?

[sighs] Everything's fabulous.

Well, I told you.
No one's been in.

Let's keep it that way.

What about her other daughter?

I haven't been able to get
in contact with her.

Oh, that's a shame.

I'd like to be alone
with my mother, please.

You must have some information
on the Disciples, Mum.

Where did it all go?

Where did it all go?

[creaks]

You want to know about an archaeologist,

you start digging.

Aaah!

[sighs]

Tennyson.
Always bloody Tennyson.

[Viv] No! Please!

No! Please!

[sobbing] Please.

Please!

No!

Please, please!

- Please.
- Viv, Viv.

Shh.
Viv, Viv.

Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

Shh, shh, shh.

Okay.

Shallow breathe, and you'll be fine.

Okay, the trick is not to panic.

But it is a hell of a trick, okay?

And after, we'll have a little
chat about Gillian, okay?

Aah! No!

Please! Please don't!
Please don't!

Please!

- Please!
- Viv, meet Henry Timberdyne.

No.

Please help me!

Help me!

Vivienne.

[door opens]

[nurse] Oh, she's left.

If she turns up again, call me.

[door closes]

[birds cawing]

[Viv panting]

[inhales slowly]

[sighs]

This is my mother's.

I never knew she collected this stuff.

She was a lady of secrets.

- All these letters.
- Yes.

Between Arthur Hallam and Tennyson.

Well, Hallam--
Hallam was his closest friend.

They may have been lovers.

They were at Cambridge together.

Arthur Hallam joined a
secret society called

the Disciples Of Good Use.

The Masons with knobs on.

I know.

Well, according to these,

Tennyson was asking the Disciples

to help rally the country
behind a new way of thinking,

although, in fact, an
ancient way of thinking--

the Arthurian principles
of chivalry and honor.

There was a time when the
king and the land were one.

When the king was great,
the country was great.

Where has our greatness gone?

Where is the honor, the
valor, the old, old virtues?

Have you seen this?
It's rather charming.

It's a copy of a receipt
to a beachcomber.

It doesn't actually say what
the beachcomber found.

It's just this funny phrase here.

"One golden fish."

"One golden fish."

My mother wrote that down.

But she didn't have all the
pieces of the puzzle.

Daniel, you are a genius.

Yes. Why?

[Gillian] Tennyson isn't
just the inspiration.

He's the key.

Look.

"One golden fish."

It's a coded receipt from
Hallam's family home

at Clevedon Court on the
North Somerset coast.

A beachcomber finds something,

and he takes it to Arthur Hallam.

Now, it was the law

that beachcombers had
to offer their flotsam

to the lord of the manor.

He's inspired.

He talks to Tennyson and inspires him

to the ideas of Arthurian chivalry

restoring the country
to the ways of Albion.

I believe that with the right ruler

and with the right
symbol to stand behind,

we can be Albion again.

What if the seed was planted and
that very same body of men

began to fixate on the
notion of ruling Albion

with the legacy of King
Arthur behind them.

And my mother didn't
know its significance.

But I do.

Because Arthur Hallam...

...he lived on the Bristol Channel.

And he knew the power of the sword.

And then Hallam dies of a
brain clot whilst in Vienna.

- Or is murdered.
- What?

By the Disciples.

If they've tried to follow a trail,

perhaps wondering if
Hallam and his servants

ever had a clue to finding Excalibur.

Tennyson spends his entire life

writing about Excalibur and Arthur.

Yes!

Daniel.

Hallam must have had a will.

What if?

[Daniel] The standard will and
testament of Arthur Hallam.

But mention of...

"The Gleam."

[man] "Finally, to my
dearest friend Freddy,

I bequeath the Gleam.

The Gleam?

"I held it truth, with him who sings,

To one clear harp in divers tones,

That men may rise on stepping-stones,

of their dead selves to higher things."

"In Memoriam."

The work of a genius to
remember his beloved friend.

"I know dark forces will circle,

but the Gleam was meant to inspire you

to the mountain heights
where I now wait.

Know that the quest is everything."

[breathing slowly]

An '84 Pomerol.

Lucky chap.

Vivienne!

[straining]

- Gregory?
- Viv.

- Viv!
- Gregory!

I got you.

Oh!

I couldn't stand by

and see Henry Timberdyne and
the Disciples prevail.

I know them too well.

This is their chapter house.

Oh, my good God, they look
practically postcoital.

I wish.

I mean,
I wish you had got here sooner.

- We've cracked it.
- [Gillian] No, we haven't.

We've almost cracked it.

Well, we'd like to help.
Unless we're all still banished.

I didn't...
[sighs]

I didn't banish you.

Yes, you did.

[Gregory] They hurt her, Gilly.

They got to you.

[sighs]

- I never thought--
- They did it.

They destroyed Mum.

I know.

Tennyson was given Excalibur

by Arthur Hallam after his death,

and we think he hid it
from the Disciples.

We're deciphering "In
Memoriam," if you don't mind.

Think of it as "The Tennyson Code."

Oh, dear God.

"I held it truth, with him who sings,

to one clear harp in divers tones."

Wait.

Go to the second canto.

"Old yew, which graspest at the stones,

that name the underlying dead.

- Thy fibers--
- Net the dreamless head.

Thy roots are wrapt about the bones."

Where do we always find yew trees?

Graveyards.

And to whom is that poem dedicated?

The Disciples see Excalibur
as a new beacon

for a golden age of England.

It's all about bucking
up the country, Viv.

Economy. Crime.
Disillusionment.

It's about making Albion great.

[Viv] How were you involved?

I helped Karen, briefly,
as an undergrad.

Saw something
I shouldn't have seen.

The Disciples.

There I was surrounded by
future politicians, bankers--

all of whom believed that Arthur's sword

was the power that would hand
them the nation of Albion.

And they put you in that coffin.

To scare me into silence.

It worked.

But Karen, she was tough.

They hired her, funded her...

...and then she turned against them.

And they broke her life apart.

Excalibur inspires those that
own it to do mighty things.

[Gillian] Look.

[breathing heavily]

Tennyson has us on a quest.

It's a letter from Henry Law.

[Gregory] Henry Law?

Law... Law.
Bishop Law.

Landscaped the grounds
next to Wells Cathedral.

Named after the artesian
wells beneath it.

"And if with roaring wells,
should gulf him fathom-deep."

It's a quest all right.

And this is our final clue.

Tennyson put the clues in the poem.

Wells Cathedral.

Wells.

Wells.

[Ben] You know, Wells makes sense.

This was holy ground for
the Dark Age kings.

Let's do it.

They drop all the way down
to an underground cavern.

Millions of gallons from the Mendips.

Five wells?

Which one?

[sighs] Haven't a clue.

Clues.

We mustn't give up on clues.

This is a quest, after all.

I'll have a nose around inside.

I'll come with you.

[Ben sighs] We're stuck.

[Viv] What are we looking for?

A marker.
Something to light the way.

Light.

Light the way.

"Henceforth, wherever thou may'st roam,

my blessing, like a line of light,

is on the waters day and night."

There's a candle-- a "line of light."

And from up there...

...one could see the wells.

"In Memoriam," canto 17, third stanza.

Gregory?

[door opens]

Here goes nothing.
Freddy, you old queen.

[Ben] How the hell?

The wells are sacred.

It was designed that way.

Follow the Gleam.

Gregory?

Gregory?

Gregory!

Ben!

Ben, help me!

Ben, help me!

[Scott] Your big sister
has done very well.

So we don't need you anymore.

In fact, we don't need
any of you anymore.

That goes for you, too,
Friar Tuck.

June the 15th.
The year 1215.

- I'm sorry?
- Signing of the Magna Carta.

October 25th,1415.
Go on.

- I don't know.
- The Battle of Agincourt.

July the 14th,1789.

Come on!

A child of 2 should know this!

The storming of the Bastille.

July 29th,1588.

Defeat of the Spanish Armada.

November the 19th,1863.
The Gettysburg Address.

Now you give me one date.

Just one.

No?

Call yourself a bone kicker?
You know nothing!

These were the dates in my head
when they buried me alive.

These and a thousand more like them.

The knowledge in my head that
lit a fire in my heart,

which you cannot extinguish.

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

And so am I.

[grunts]

[Gregory] Vivienne!

Ben!

Don't just leave me!

[whistles]

Go after Gilly!

Gilly?

Gilly.

Oh, God.

Gilly.

[straining, grunting]

Ben!

What does one do now?!

Uh, uh, I don't--

Any thoughts at all?

Uh... um...

Oh, oh! Gregory!

Gregory.

Oh, well done.

- It's all right.
- He's out cold.

Come on.

What does that mean?

Nothing good.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

- Gilly!
- Gilly!

Gillian!

[Gregory] Well done.

Come on.

Heaven have mercy.

A mime artist.

[man] It's so light.

Like an extension of my arm.

Like it's part of me already.

It's a sword.

It's simply a sword.

[man] The sword of kings and conquerors,

isn't it, Dr. Magwilde?

- And which one are you?
- [man] One of 12.

The 12 Disciples Of Good Use

and the 12 Knights of the Round Table,

with Excalibur as the guiding
inspiration for both.

Excalibur is meant to be found
by those born to greatness.

[man] The Disciples were
born to greatness.

And with this sword we will
make this country great again.

- No, Gilly.
- Get off!

My mother loves that sword.

I'm not afraid of it.

A 4,000-year journey through
all those hands...

[breathing heavily]

...and it destroys itself in yours.

What does that say about you?

[clanks]

It's okay.

It doesn't matter anymore.

[Tennyson] The quest is everything.

[bell chiming]

[water splashes]