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Virginia,1781

The Bristol Channel
227 years later.

Bonekickers S01E02
Warriors

So I have to hit my yellow ball

without touching this black
ball at all. Is that right?

Don't pretend you don't know the
rules. It's really irritating.

How often does she
go and see her mother?

You can always tell.
She'll be in a filthy mood.

- I don't want to go to Hull.
- Why are we going to Hull?

They're building a retail park and
need us to check the archaeology.

Bloody Hull!

I say! That was rather good, wasn't it?

Please stop doing this.

'The new girl, Viv, is settling in.'

The boys seem to like her.

But then again, she's
female and she breathes.

Remember this, Mum?
jaques de Saint-Omar.

Look at the shape ofthe sword.

Ring any bells?

Take care, Mum.

I love you.

You think America is ready for
an African-American President?

I think America is ready for change.

It's not about black, it's not
about white, it's about the people.

'The Senator for Virginia, comfortably ahead
in all polls 'for the Democratic nomination,

has been accused of leaving
comrades to die in the Gulf War.'

Oh, how gratifying I'm away from the lab
for one hour and you all go to the bar.

We're going to Hull.
A chap needs some libation.

Are you a big girly girl who
screams at the sight of a bit of mud?

No.

Good. There's a change of plan.
We're not going to Hull.

Oh, joy, there is a God!

So... where are we going?

This is absolutely appalling, Gillian,

and we've got an hour and a half to excavate
four bodies before the tide comes in!

Another femur.

What do you think, Ben?

It's strange, but I'm not finding
any hands anywhere.

You do know the tide rips through here
at 12 knots, don't you?

All right. Let's just dig it out.

And risk losing archaeology?

It's either that or
risk losing everything.

We'll just dig it out as a block deposit
and sort them out back at the lab.

Look!

Manacles.

Slaves, do you think?

How amazing is that?!

What is it, Dolly?

A ship's bell...

with writing on it.

That should clear things up.

Slaves, still shackled together?

Well that'sjust an educated guess. We're
attempting to carbon date the bones.

It's also potentially a can of worms.

Let us be absolutely sure what
we've got before...

All right. I'll wait.

For a while.

Lots of bones and skulls.

They've been pretty bashed around
by the tides.

Somerset. Somerset...

Here you are, Professor Parton.

Oh, lovely.

Oh, Sandie.

Can you get these samples down
to the lab for an isotope test?

- Yeah, sure.
- Thanks.

If it was down to me, I'd remove
every vestige ofthe slave trade.

It was an obscenity and we still
have streets named after slave traders -

music venues - statues.

You're not one of these frightful people
who thinks Enid Blyton's a fascist, are you?

No, I'm just saying...

I once had a golly brooch collection
that was the envy of the Lower Fourth.

He's winding you up, ignore him.

Got it! Somerset.

Well, she was a transport ship, sailing
between the American colonies and Bristol.

I'll check her out
at the Admiralty Office.

Now we know who owned her.

The Carrs.

'So you say this bell 'was
found with the bodies of slaves?'

It's all a bit of a mystery.

Is there anything else you can tell us
about the Somerset?

You mean was the Somerset a slave ship?

We had so many, you see.

No, it's of no interest to me.

Do you have your family's shipping
records from that time?

Oh, you'll get no help from me.

You see, in my opinion, my forefathers,

they did nothing wrong.

No offence to either of you, of course.

No, different times,
different, er... values.

You'd like to think so, wouldn't you?

Anyway, I shall do nothing to help you
excoriate them now.

'According to the
local Admiralty Office,

the Somerset'successfully completed its
last voyage, delivering molasses to Bristol.

At the end of her working life she was
chopped up for firewood in Nova Scotia.

So what's she doing at the bottom
of the Bristol Channel?

Not only that. There is no record
that she ever carried slaves.

It doesn't actually make sense -
manacled slaves in the Bristol Channel.

Bristol was built on the slave trade.

Well, we took metals and other trinkets
to West Africa where,

with assorted African
chiefs and warlords,

we swapped them for captured slaves.

The British didn't do
the capturing themselves?

No. Divide and rule.
First rule of colonialism.

So slaves off to the
West Indies and America,

where in turn they are exchanged
for sugar, tobacco and other goods,

which returned to Bristol on ships
like the Somerset.

There would have been black servants
in Bristol, obviously.

But not manacled together.

That would only happen between Africa
and the colonies.

So the records say the Somerset
ended its days in North America.

But we know that's not true.

Doesn't make sense.

Well, it's a mystery.

And you know what
I think about mysteries.

You don't like them.

Ben?

It's just the first time I've...

What these people went through.
It's unimaginable.

Hello.

Gillian.

You know that can of worms you
told Mastiff about?

I do believe one's got out.

'Community leaders in Bristol
are outraged by the revelation '

that the remains of four bodies found under
the Severn Bridge may be those of slaves.

'The discovery has re-prompted calls
for an apology from the city

for its part in the slave trade.'

Quite a turnout.

Professor Magwilde?

No.

Is it true that you found some slave
skeletons in the Bristol Channel?

No.

This man thinks that you did
and he wants them back.

You must get them to
stop. This isn't helping.

Excuse me! We're the archaeologists.

Is that an Ashanti chant?

Where do you stand on this debate?

Have we something to apologise for?

Oh, God!

OK, bones.

Let's talk bones.

This way, sir. Excuse me, please.

- Senator Joy.
- Stinking coward!

Senator Joy, are you
still running for office?

- of course he is.
- What have you got to say for yourself?

Mr Lester,
I have the latest poll results.

For God's sake! We were
so close, so damn close!

I don't understand. They're saying
when the Senator's tank was hit,

you ran, left your comrades to die?

- It's not true, Bobby!
- Our tank took a direct hit.

Before I left, I checked every
single one of my comrades... my friends.

They were all dead.

So how can they be talking
to 'survivors'? It doesn't make sense.

It's because they're lying,
you dumb ass!

There are some people, Bobby,

very powerful people,

who do not want a
black man for President.

Come on, people, we have been doing well,
but we always knew this moment would come.

They were never going to hand over the
keys ofthe Oval Office to a black man...

not without one hell of a fight.

Now you know you're in a fight.

So come on. Come on!

- Work to do.
- Back to work. Grab that stuff.

Dr. Peter Adabankah.
Accra University, Ghana.

Specialising in political history
and human rights.

The young people of St Pauls invite me
to help them resolve this matter.

You really want to take
the bones back to Africa?

Oh, I will take them back to Africa.

It's where they belong.

We don't even know
if they're slaves yet.

Yes, we do.
Where are your ancestors from?

Mine are from Ghana, via Trinidad.

- Glasgow. Via Glasgow.
- And you?

Don't know.

If you don't know your past,
how can you know your future?

You know that a 14-year-old black kid
was killed near here last week?

Yeah, by a white gang.

So we don't need any more tension.

Exactly.

And you do know that the remains of
the slaves, if that's what they were,

belong to the heritage
of this country now.

And until we find out what happened
to them and the Somerset,

they're not going anywhere.

There are powers in the universe

greater even than the English law.

I'm sorry, Dr. Adabankah,

but that sounds
remarkably like a threat.

My ancestors will come home.

I knew this would happen as soon as
the word 'slave' was mentioned.

Too many people with too many agendas.

Maybe the guy's got a point.

Why is it every time
we dig something up...

- What happened?
- I swerved to avoid them!

Them? Who?

The men in the middle ofthe road!

How many drinks did you have?

I didn't have any! They were
right there, in the middle ofthe road.

Gillian!

What's wrong with you?
What's going on?

Don't tell me you can't see them!

Can't see who? Gillian! Calm down!

Calm down. There's no-one there.
There's no-one there.

Someone must have spiked your drink.
All right, calm down.

Simon,

they're not accusing you of cheating
in your exams, you know.

They're accusing you of being a coward,

of being unpatriotic.

Lester, let's get ready.

There are people to inspire.

All right, I'll play it your way.

What? I can't hear you.

Oh, for crying out loud!

It's a bomb scare!

- Right now, everybody...
- It is not a bomb scare.

- Sir, will you leave now, please?
- It is not a bomb scare!

Guys, get him out of here.

Curiouser and curiouser.

I wasn't drunk!

You swerved to avoid
an African hunting party

which just happened to be crossing
the Kings Weston Road.

I was drugged.

A senior member ofthe faculty, drunk.

I was not drunk!

Lucky for you the Chief Constable
is a friend of mine.

I don't need any favours from you.

I was drugged. I've asked toxicology
to run tests.

Some people in this university
would like to shut us down

because we're not 'relevant'.

Now we have a chance
to be very relevant.

Give the man his bones.

No! I'm still working on them.

Daniel, please, just let me do my job.

Gregory, does Ben have a girlfriend?

Hmm? No, far too in love
with himself for that.

Seriously.

Well, there've been a few,

but no-one of importance since he
and Gilly parted company.

He went out with Gillian?!

Look through the microscope, young lady.

- What am I looking at?
- A thread.

This is the Admiralty record's
final entry relating to the Somerset.

This thread is from the stitching
found on that page.

What colour is it?

White.

Now, this thread is from the stitching
found throughout the rest of the book.

Sort of... cream.

One is nylon, the other cotton.

Now, the paper appears
to be consistent throughout,

as does the ink and the handwriting.
But they can't be,

because this thread is different.

Why was it faked?

This is the interesting thing.

This sort of nylon binding thread
came in in the 1960s

and was only in use for a decade or so.

Why would anyone want
to fake a ship's voyage?

Two hundred years after it happened.

Yeah, I'll call you tonight.

What is it?

They've found out he plays golf
with Fidel Castro?

It's from our people in England.

For his eyes only.

Virginia, Preston.

We're going back to where it started.

What does this show?

If the original page
was written in situ,

then the pen would have left
an impression on the page below.

The highly charged
areas retain more toner.

So in theory...

You should have embraced
a life of crime, Gregory.

I tried it once.

Matron thrashed it out of me.

There's something there.

Somerset.

Sailing between Virginia
and the port of Bristol,

December 15th 1781.

'Lost at sea with all hands. '

Nova Scotia indeed!

It's a cover-up.

Get the others.

Now, there's more,

but I can't read it all.

'Political prisoners'.

Political prisoners?

Another word, I think that's a C-I-M...

No. Damn!

Line below. 0-B...

That's all I can make out.

Black slaves as political prisoners?

What can it mean?

I don't know.

I know a man who might.

You people have a nerve,
coming here asking me for my help.

You're a fellow academic, Doctor.

We thought it might appeal to you.

Do I get my bones?

No.

But you get to solve a riddle.

Go on.

What 'political prisoners'
might have been manacled

and carried between
the States and Bristol?

Slaves are not political prisoners.

They are victims of a gross crime
against African humanity.

Oh, come on, Doctor.

We're just trying to get
to the bottom of this thing.

Help us.

No, I don't think I will.

Oh, just one other thing.

You didn't slip something into my drink,
did you,

Dr. Adabankah?

Anthony, show these people out.

Someone covered up the death of these
slaves. I want to know who and why.

Very strong signal.

What did I say about removing all metal
when you're working with the Mag?

Rings, zips, coins, piercings.

- Are you wearing a brassiere?
- Yeah.

It's the under-wiring,
sets the machine off.

OK, bras off, all of you.

God, I love this job!

Viv, do you want me to help you
dig around and find out about your past?

- I've got a friend who does...
- No.

- Got a belt buckle on?
- No.

- Keys?
- No.

Bolt through your John Thomas?

Ben!

It must be quite deep in the mud.

I wouldn't be so sure.

My mother wanted me to be a vicar.

Tide's coming in, Gregory.
Whenever you're ready.

Senator, why are we here?

And what is it with that button, sir?

My grandmother gave it to me.

It's been passed down
from generation to generation.

She said one day I would understand.

Sir?

Bad news.

The CNN poll looks bad.

Their smear campaign is working.

We're in freefall, Senator.
We gotta do something.

Yes, we do, Preston.

Now? In the middle of a campaign?

Simon, the last time
we got close to them,

your brother ended up dead.

Now is the time, Preston.

Now is the time.

Disarticulated finger bones.

- Fingers?
- Look at this.

The hand's been sheared off.
By a sword?

No, no, that's not possible.

Even with the sharpest sword
you'd have to hack through human bone,

not slice through it like a knife
through butter.

Well, maybe it wasn't an ordinary sword.

- Gillian.
- Someone severed their manacled hands.

But why were they put in a box?

Whoever it was was trying
to make a statement.

This is marvellous!

White slavers cut off the hands
of these poor men.

Excellent work, people.

Everything comes to he
who fights, my friend.

I don't mean guns and knives.

I mean... knowledge.

What knowledge?

A secret that has been kept from us
for generations.

What knowledge?

I'm too thirsty to talk.

Rum and Coke.

So big storm at sea. All hands lost.

Rather literally, in this case.

Why would they cut their hands off
before they sunk?

- Bra back on?
- Yes.

Fair enough.

It's the stable isotope
analysis on our long bones.

Ah, don't tell me, don't tell me.

I reckon African, so mealie meal,

bush-meat traces, grains and nuts.

No, I reckon second-generation
escaped Virginian slaves,

so, er... salt fish and... fruit.

More like Sunday roast.

It's a European diet.

What?

Our black political prisoners,
our slaves. They're not.

They're not what?

They're white men.

From Bristol.

No!

I beg you, please! No! No!

I beg you, no!

Please, no!

No, please!

No, no, no!

Doctor, let us in! Are you OK?

Help! Someone, help us!

I don't understand. What are white?

The bones we pulled
out ofthe Severn mud.

- Our slaves?
- They're not slaves.

They're the bones of white people.

Bristolian white people.

No, they're not.

Yes, Daniel, they are.

Well, you don't get
white slaves, do you?

They are the bones of white Bristolians.

- Have you been drinking?
- No!

Bugger!

Who else have you told?

Only you, our beloved leader.

Well, you keep it that way.

- 'Cimarrones'.
- What?

From the ledger. The C-I-M...

Cimarrones, a Spanish word meaning wild,
fugitive, unruly.

Maroons, we would say.

I know. Are you saying there were
political prisoners aboard the Somerset?

Even better than that.

The O and the B... Oban... the
most mysterious Maroon of them all.

'Our image ofthe slaves is usually
one'of pitiful sufferers,

helpless victims of superior Western
technology and organisation.

Well, the truth,

ofcourse, is always more complex.

These fierce gentlemen are Maroons -

escaped slaves who formed a warlike new
tribe in the Blue Mountains ofjamaica.

But there were also Maroons
in the Great Dismal Swamp,

which sounds like Swindon,
but is, in fact,

a marshy region of the coastal plain of

south-east Virginia and
north-east North Carolina.

Very little is known about them.

The North American Maroons escaped
the colonial plantations

and harried the British
colonists for decades.

I'm terribly sorry, I don't know
how that got in there.

They were led by a particularly
ferocious gentleman called... Oban.

We have a few records of his existence
in The Great Dismal Swamp into the 1770s

but then nothing.

So...

the forged ledger proves
that on the Somerset,

there were Maroon political prisoners
and we have a bunch of white men's bones.

So, where are our Maroons?

What I think is most amazing is
that someone in the 1960s went to

all that trouble to obliterate
that information from public record.

On the 15th December, 1781,

there was indeed a terrible
storm in the Bristol Channel.

What if they were
able to sail the ship away?

In a storm, with the sailors slain?

- Impossible.
- I don't understand.

Well... Think about it...

there's a terrible storm, some
sort of uprising below decks.

They fight, and then
throw the white guys overboard.

How long would it have taken
to sail from America to Bristol?

About six, seven weeks.

So if you take it backwards
from the storm,

what was happening in Virginia
when they left?

Yeah... The last stages of the
American War of Independence.

- The Siege of Yorktown ended...
- 19th October, 1781.

The point remains.
All we know for sure...

is that Oban and the
Maroons were on the Somerset

and that the Somerset is
at the bottom of the sea.

Can we help you?

Dr Adabankah.

He's dead.

Look, the police said
he killed himself whilst

under the influence
of some sort of drugs.

Someone called us and said there was
trouble brewing on one of our streets.

When we got there, nothing.

- How was Dr Adabankah when you left him?
- He was good.

He'd found something out,
something that excited him.

He didn't kill himself, you know.

All right, all right.

What's the mood like out there?

He was our guest and now he's dead.

Murdered.

And the kid that was killed last
week. How do you think it is?

This was addressed to you.

'Hun'?

It doesn't mean anything.

Do you think
Adabankah was murdered?

Drugged, you know, by
the same people who drugged me?

What could he possibly know
that was worth his life?

Friends of yours?

Come on.

No,

sod this, I've had enough.

Well, maybe another time.

Yeah, it might be wise.

What do you want?

Mr Carr, I really do need to
have a look at your records.

I said no and I mean no.

I'm an archaeologist,
a scientist.

I've got no agenda
against you or your family.

That's what the last bugger said.

Borrowed some of my most
precious books and never came back.

When was this?

1968.

I have a long memory.

What was his name?

Dr Magwilde, I presume.

Why am I standing
in the middle of a rugby pitch?

Because it won't be bugged.

We heard you
made some interesting finds.

So Maroons bones?

How did you know we
found evidence of Maroons?

We hear things.

Did you kill Adabankah?

- Hold on, Gillian.
- No, I'm sorry,

you're not in America now.

I'm going to the police.

They won't believe you,
Dr Magwilde.

Did you kill Dr Adabankah?

No, ma'am.

We did not.

H-U-N..

Hun...

- What?
- Hunley. Sebastian Hunley.

- Carr told me.
- Never heard of him.

- Where are the others?
- Gone for a curry.

In the 1960s, Sebastian
Hunley was often in the press,

promulgating various
far-fetched archaeological theories.

Why would Dr Adabankah
want Gillian to know his name?

He met a bizarre death
at Mount Rushmore.

- Mount Rushmore?
- It's a national monument!

Carvings of George Washington,

- Thomas Jefferson and so forth.
- Yes, yes, I know!

But the interesting thing is,
a few months before his death,

Hunley was at the Carr house
researching the Somerset and its cargo.

Follow me.

We were edging towards
the White House,

no doubt about it.

Then they accused me
of cowardice on the battlefield,

of being unpatriotic.

And the polls went into freefall.

So why aren't you over there,
fighting for your political life?

Because I thought I'd
fight for it right here, Ben.

Who's 'they'?

A lot of people...
very powerful people...

will fight hard to stop a black man

from being the leader of
the United States of America.

What, Republicans?

No, this is an older battle
even than that.

This is old families. Old money.

Old power.

And why are you
interested in the Maroons?

We know that Oban and the Maroons

fought for the Americans against
the British at the Siege of Yorktown.

Their tactics proved decisive...

.. helped change
the course of the battle...

even the war.

My grandmother said...

when someone in the family
tried to find out more,

something terrible would happen.

My brother supposedly killed himself

and my grandmother was
the victim of a hit and run.

What's so special about Oban?

Do you have anything else?

Anything that can let us know
where Oban went?

No, nothing.

Well then, ma'am,

I thank you for your time.

Ben.

Is he really all that amazing?

Yeah... I'm not a politician.
I'm a history professor.

I was weary, cynical,
sick ofthe whole thing.

Senatorjoy came to give a talk in my
home town, and I'd heard a bit about him.

I decided to check it out.

He was...

outstanding.

He gave me back my hope.

He gave me back my love of nation...

of man.

I know that sounds
stupid to you folks but...

No. No, it doesn't.

He can make a difference.

Thank you.

No...

We stopped at this little diner
on our way up to Mount Rushmore.

Seb said that he was about
to become very famous

and I'd have to get used to that.

About an hour later
we were at Mount Rushmore,

looking at the presidents.

My husband suddenly started
acting quite strangely and laughing.

Before I could ask him
what he was laughing at,

he just...

jumped.

I'm very sorry.

Do you know what he was
working on at the time?

He said it was safer
that I didn't know.

Mary, please, if there's
anything you can remember...

Well, it's as I told that
charming West African gentleman.

Adabankah?

Dr Adabankah has been here?

My husband said something about how
some important slaves might have escaped

and made their lives in England.

Or near England.

Anything else?

No, I don't know anything else.

Your husband would want his
research to see the light of day.

That nice Dr Adabankah...

He's dead, Mary.

- Do you know what this is?
- No.

This is Lord Cornwallis' surrender
after the Siege of Yorktown.

My husband said if people
came looking and I trusted them...

May I?

'Nathaniel Masters.
'American diplomat. Died 1803.

Fell from Avon Gorge, Bristol. '

'Andrew Downing.

'Amateur archaeologist from
Cambridge. Died Washington, 1902.'

This was all happening,
long before the 1960s,

a list of dead archeologists.

To that we can add my husband.

And Dr Adabankah.

Whoever gets close to this...

whatever it is...

gets destroyed.

Perhaps you'd better have this.

It was Sebastian's pride and joy.

It's a button from a military tunic...

the Virginia Regiment.

He heard that someone
had found it washed up

somewhere in the Bristol Channel.

Somewhere off the Devon coast, I think.

Well, if they could have stopped
the ship from keeling over,

the dominant current that night

would have swept them down
the Bristol Channel towards North Devon.

Where the Hunley button was found.

Hold on, hold on... If they'd
came ashore anywhere here,

people would have noticed the colour
of their skins and raised the alarm.

Still would in some
parts of North Devon.

Well, the current that night
would have been over 15 knots,

so it could have ripped them
out towards this island.

Hell Rock.

This was outside for you, Gregory.

'Ex Libris'.

Good old Mr Carr.

'Some years ago,
in the late '60s,

some American gentlemen
came to see me.

'They persuaded me that certain of my
papers were important for their archives.

'Unbeknownst to them,
I held one book back.

'It was a diary,
kept by one of my forefathers. '

'He was captaining a ship

that was attempting to
break the blockade at Yorktown

and resupply Cornwallis.

'He was captured. '

Look, he's marked a page.

'October 20th, 1781.

'I was waiting with other officers
to be bartered for American prisoners,

'some sort of prisoner exchange.'

That explains why the Maroons
were on an English ship.

When 'I saw this most
strange of sights...

'the man himself appeared

amongst the lower ranks of
Negroes, wastrels and Frenchmen...'

'The Man Himself'?

'I saw him give a Negro
his own pocket watch.'

Come on, people.

Anchors aweigh.

Hate to ruin the luxury cruise,

but everyone else who's looked for
the Maroons before has wound up dead.

Gregory, what's that?

Second World War gun emplacement.

So if there was anything to be found,
it would have been found then.

If we can prove that
Oban and the Maroons made it here,

then maybe we might find out
why Senatorjoy is so interested in them.

No-one could survive out here, Gillian.

Well, I guess they didn't make it.

Well then, my shipmates, I've
got a nice fatty stew in the galley.

Gregory, hold on.

Hold on.

What is this stuff?

Well, apart from
being miserable-looking,

I'd say it's Virginia creeper.

Virginia creeper?

And look at the size of these trunks.

It's old, and how did it get out here?

In the ballast of a ship?

You remember, the Somerset
was normally a transport ship.

They WERE here.

Aren't we jumping ahead a little now?

Look, the oldest roots of this
creeper, have been deliberately planted.

If you follow this line,

and this one,

it narrows.

There's a shape.

What shape?

Tell her, Ben.

Well, it looks like a kind of a sword.

They had the sword.

My father wanted me
to be a racing driver.

I wish I'd listened to him.

I don't even know
what we're looking for.

What have you got?

Good girl.

Be careful.

S..

O..

Somerset.

My God, it's a door.

You know, we should
get back to the university,

get a proper team down here
and really take our time.

Yeah, we should.

Torch.

Limestone.

An ancient extension
of the Mendip Hills.

Clay pipes.

18th century.

They made it.

They made it!

Oban.

They lived out the rest of
their lives as free men.

They lived and died here,
on this island.

They must have been extraordinary men.

Gillian.

More light.

'The man himself'.

What was that?

My apologies,

we followed you.

Oban?

Yes.

They made it.

Well, I think I know
who 'the man himself' is.

'Geo. Washington'.

May I see that?

George Washington!

They fought with Washington!

They helped win
independence for America.

This watch...

is the proof we've been
looking for, Preston.

'I saw him give a Negro
his own pocket watch.

'This did impress
the lower orders of Negroes '

but did not, I fear,
impress his officers. '

Oban was my ancestor.

Oban was my ancestor, Preston.

And he was a warrior.

They were more than that, sir.

Yeah, yeah, they should have been

among the Founding Fathers
of the United States of America.

Whitewashed from our history.

My grandmother always said
I was capable of greatness.

And the people who have tried
to hide Oban's place in history

are the same people
who have hurt my family

and tried to stop me
reaching the White House.

The generals around Washington

were not prepared to
share power with a black man.

Washington was forced
to withdraw his offer

and Oban was betrayed.

The world will know your story, sir.

I give you my word.

That's why they cut off
the sailors' hands.

They were betrayed by Washington.

George Washington would have
shared power with escaped slaves?!

But Washington himself
was a slave owner.

In his private correspondence,

he was a lot more sympathetic
towards emancipation.

He was the only Founding Father
to free his slaves when he died.

All that time, wracked
with guilt over his betrayal.

Oh, look, firefly!

"Photinus Pyralis"

That's not a firefly. Take cover!

Take cover!

Who is it?

Old families. Old power.

We have to get off the island!

We've got to get rid of them first.
They'll cut us to pieces.

Man down!

Sir, get back inside!

Got one!

They're on the run!

Hold your fire, it's all clear.

Does anybody else
have an underpants situation?

Senator!

Bobby!

Nobody will know the story.

What the hell are you doing?

Oh, Bobby!

You and all the people like you,

you can't keep a lie
locked away forever.

100 years, 200,
but the truth will out, Bobby.

Now is that time.

You're OK.

They were blanks, Bobby.

How did you know?

I knew.

I always knew.

No blanks in this, Bobby!

- Enough!
- Let him live, Lester.

Let him see a black man
in the White House.

Untill this news gets out,
we are just sitting ducks!

Then the news must get out.

What, London?

Or should we go back to Washington?

Do you have a theatre
at your university?

Yeah.

Then we put the show on right here.

All right.

Ah, there you are!

Don't you people
ever do any work in here?

Daniel, I'd like you to meet...

Yes, yes. Not now.
I have some amazing news!

George Washington sharing
power with escaped slaves?

It's bigger than that-
Ken Livingstone.

Ken bloody Livingstone!

- What about him?
- He's only agreed to come down here

and lead the apology
over the slave bones.

But they're not slave bones.

Come on, that's mere semantics.

This area needs healing...

and this university needs funding.

Bloody marvellous!

Thank you.

I owe you people a great deal.

Well, you just, erm,

knock 'em dead...

Mr President.

It's your destiny, Simon.

Embrace it.

My dad was from the West Indies.

I think his family
came from the Ivory Coast.

My name is Senator Simon Joy.

And I am a warrior.

He was impressive,
wasn't he, our senator.

He was.

So were you.

He might make a difference,
you know.

We certainly made a difference to him.

I did a really uncool thing.

Oh, what?

I asked him for his autograph.

- Look, look, look, look.
- You didn't!

So did I.

Well, he didn't have
any photographs left.

Come on, you big hero!

I'm going home.

'Look at this.

'The hand's been
sheared off by a sword.

'Even with the sharpest sword,

you'd have to hack through human bone,

'not slice through it
like a knife through butter.

'Well, maybe it wasn't
an ordinary sword.'

Get your coat, you've pulled.

What's happened?

Some people have been gassed.

There's a hollow area
under these baths.

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

There's no way out,
it's blocked by a ton of rock.

Our friends are down there.

What's going on,
what the hell's happened?

- Boudicca?
- Boudicca, in love with a Roman.

Ride a little imagination
once in a while.

Love makes no sense.

You're scared, Ben.

That's ridiculous!

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