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# And after the breeze of another shore

# The only moment I found

# Higher peaks to climb and

# Deeper seas to dive in. #

DISTANT HOWLING

HOWLING

BARKING

HOWLING

Hello.

Is there anyone there?

OK, I'm coming aboard.

WHIMPERING

It's all right.

Come here.

"Timmy".

What happened to your owner?

OK, let's go. Let's go.

Here.

Can you sit?

Roll over.

Can you chase your tail?

I'm George. Pleased to meet you.

TIMMY WHIMPERS

The only way this is going to work is if you keep your head down.

Good boy.

There you are.

Mum and Dad don't come in here.

Leave it to me.

We're not getting a dog, George.

I'd take care of him, you wouldn't have to actually do anything.

I'd pay for his food and everything.

I'm sorry, but the answer's no.

Besides, your father's got an allergy.

If he's got an allergy, then why isn't he allergic to chickens?

Fur.

Totally different to feathers.

I know it gets lonely,

stuck out here with just us to keep you company.

But the good news is that's all about to change.

Do you know your cousins? Do you remember them?

Julian, and Dick, and Anne.

Well, their father, your Uncle Jack, he works for the Foreign Office,

and he's had to go abroad for work

and Aunt Gillian's needed to go with him.

The point is, your cousins are coming to stay

and I want you to try and make friends with them.

Please, can I get down?

Please, can you make some kind of effort with your cousins?

You haven't seen them since you were tiny.

You haven't even met Anne.

Fine.

Thank you.

And, George...?

Just be nice. SHE GOES UPSTAIRS

And if you can't be nice, pretend to be nice!

DOOR SLAMS

Well, that could have gone worse.

Mmm, maybe it'll do her good.

She hasn't spoken to anyone her own age since Christmas.

She's not going to like it but she's going to have to learn.

Thank you.

Oh, no, please.

Careful of my luggage. OK.

I don't want it to get dropped. Sure.

Don't put it on the floor!

My lady. Thank you.

Thank you.

It's this way.

Whoa!

You OK? Yeah. Good.

It's not that far.

It's just up there.

George?

She's probably just feeling a bit shy.

That's your uncle's workshop in there.

Probably best not to disturb him right now,

his work's at a critical stage.

Why don't you put your bags in your room

and I'll put the kettle on?

Thanks, Aunt Fanny. OK.

You shouldn't touch anything without asking.

They're just books, Julian.

Remember what Dad said.

What did he say?

Just Uncle Quentin's a brilliant inventor

but he can be a little eccentric sometimes.

If he's such a brilliant inventor, how come he never invented anything?

Ah, you must be Anne.

You must settle yourself in and then go out and find George,

she's very excited to have you here.

ANNE WHIMPERS

Uncle Quentin is weird.

And this place is really cold.

It'll soon warm up.

This pillow has no pillow case.

Think of it like indoor camping.

Wow, look at that view.

It's an impressive library, I'll give them that.

There's an entire row of paperbacks by Danny B Farren.

Don't you realise?

It's an anagram for Fanny Bernard.

Aunt Fanny, she's a writer.

Pretty good style, actually.

Where do you think Georgina is?

TIMMY BARKS

You want the stick?

You want to play with the sick?

Look, follow the stick. Ah...

Was he your master?

ANNE TALKING IN THE DISTANCE

Timmy!

The beach is closed.

You're Georgina, aren't you?

The name's George.

Isn't that a boy's name?

She does have a point.

The last person that called me Georgina got a slap.

We're your cousins.

I know.

Aw! Is that your dog?

Good boy! Hi!

I wish we had a dog.

Yeah, well, don't tell anyone about it.

Why not?

Because I said so.

You want to see a dead body?

Don't touch it! Why not?

We have to tell your parents.

Fine. But if you tell them about Timmy, I'll kill you.

Agreed.

DOORBELL

How was the trip?

Extraordinary.

I meditated for three days without interruption.

My longest session yet.

Goodness, you must be exhausted.

Quite the reverse, in fact.

I'm heading into town now to take my mother for tea at The Ritz.

Whatever you wanted to talk to me about

will have to wait, I'm afraid.

Well, I feel confident you will want to engage with what I have

to tell you straight away.

He's dead.

Who is?

Kovacs.

Drowned.

Washed up on the Dorset coast this morning.

You realise what this means?

The curse is real.

He died because that's what he was supposed to do.

In a way, I'm mad at him.

Do you despise me, Mr Boswell?

Now that I'm a killer?

Well, I'm not sure this would stand up in a court of law, my liege.

Interesting.

So, the curse is real.

And if the curse is real...

..then the treasure is real.

And if the treasure is real...

..then we must seek it out!

Stop kicking me.

ANNE GIGGLES

How do you think he died?

Drowned.

Probably some kind of malfunction

with his breathing apparatus on his kit.

You know, diving?

What do you think he was looking for?

Maybe a sunken ship.

Well, I think they were looking for the lost treasure of Kirrin Island.

Wait a minute, the lost treasure of what?

Kirrin Island.

You can see it from the end of the field. It belongs to me.

Yeah, right!

Are you calling me a liar?

Well, I don't believe you've got your own private island,

so I suppose I am.

My grandad won it in a card game.

Everyone thinks it's cursed. My dad included.

He hasn't set foot on the island since he was a kid.

He banned me from going, but I go there all the time.

Why do people say it's cursed?

The castle was built by the Knights Templar 800 years ago.

What's the Knights Templar?

They were this group of super-secretive knights that

basically created the world's first bank.

They looted pretty much every major city in the Middle East.

Brought treasure back by the boatload.

And one time, they brought something back that they shouldn't have.

Something evil.

What was it?

No-one knows, because they all went mad.

They say the Pope ordered the treasure to be destroyed.

But some people think it was taken away and hidden somewhere.

The Templars were notoriously secretive.

Whatever treasure they had has never been found.

Wait a minute, though.

That guy that drowned, he was definitely looking for something.

If there was any treasure, I would have found it years ago.

It couldn't hurt to have another look, though.

Could it?

I'm really hungry.

We should have a picnic.

Are we nearly there yet?

Careful!

Where's Timmy?

Timmy!

Come on, you lot. Timmy!

The castle's just up here.

Wait for us, George!

Is this the castle?

It's nothing much.

It's quite old.

Well, castles are old.

I wish I could be at home, snuggled in my bed

with a nice warm blanket on.

But I'm here.

Come on, guys, look.

12th century, I'd say.

Most likely built between the Second and Third Crusades.

You don't think that the curse is real?

Do you?

Of course not.

Bad things keep happening on this island.

I'm sure there's a rational explanation.

It's just a case of figuring out what it is and then, you know,

avoiding it.

CROW CAWS

George has been here 100 times, nothing bad's ever happened to her.

Maybe we should go and find her, then?

Good idea.

Timmy!

Timmy, where are you?

DISTANT BARKING

George? George! Where are you?

Where did you go? George!

Timmy's run off, I think he might be stuck.

Quick, we need to help George.

DISTANT BARKING

CLOSER BARKING

BARKING

I can see him.

Did you know this was here?

No.

Don't worry, Timmy, I'm coming to get you!

TIMMY BARKS

You're not thinking of climbing down there, are you?

Why not? You'll fall in.

Hold on a minute, I'll get some rope.

Step over that loop.

I think Julian should go.

Why? Because he's a boy? No way.

He is older.

It's my dog, it's my island, I'm going to get him.

Be my guest.

BARKING

Sit tight, Timmy. I'm on my way.

Yep, lower.

JULIAN STRAINS

Good boy!

Who's a good boy?

Have you got Timmy?

Do you want me to pull him up?

Guys, I think I've found something!

What is it?

Some kind of tunnel.

Seriously?

ANNE LAUGHS

Wow!

Timmy found a secret passage!

Come on, you two, you've got to see this!

TIMMY BARKS

Seems to be some kind of fungi.

I found a secret cave and you're interested in mushrooms?

Aren't you?

Ew.

It's only water.

TIMMY WHIMPERS

You can do it, Timmy.

Ugh.

I don't know if I want to.

You all right?

Come on.

Hmm...OK.

Oh! It's so cold.

Salt water.

Taste it.

It means, whatever's down here,

ultimately, it links up with the sea.

HINGES CREAK

Wow...

Hmm.

It's an underground church.

We've just made one of the greatest archaeological discoveries

of the century.

But essentially, yes.

Why would they keep the treasure in a church?

From the Templars' point of view,

the greatest treasure was the body of Christ.

And they'd keep that...

..in a tabernacle set in the wall behind the...

..altar.

Catch.

Are you sure we should be doing that?

You're not seriously worried about the curse right now?

It's the mark of the Knights Templar!

"Impii mortem solam quaerunt."

Doesn't mortem mean death?

Indeed it does.

"The ungodly seek only death."

Guys, I think I've got something.

Great. A cup.

It's not a cup, it's a goblet.

I'm not sure you should touch it.

CHAIN SNAPS

MECHANISM CLICKS

HEAVY THUDS

Timmy! Timmy!

ALL: Timmy! Timmy!

He's on the other side! Timmy!

See if you can put it back. I am, nothing's happening!

That's just great. Here, you try!

You're the one that yanked it off! You do it!

CLANKING

I'm scared, Julian! Hang on!

Come here. It'll be OK.

We're going to die!

Where's it coming from?!

There has to be a way out to the sea!

Do something, Julian! Look for something!

Wait, wait! What?

There's got to be a way to reset it somehow.

Or an overflow of some sort.

I want to go home! Me too.

Try anything!

Julian, it's getting higher!

There's got to be a way!

Maybe it's underwater?

It's Timmy! He's found a way out!

Timmy!

There must be a way out of here!

The grille, it's moving!

Come on!

Again!

Don't give up!

Try again, push!

Yes, yes!

Timmy!

Timmy! Help me up!

Give me your hand!

What if it's a dead end?!

The Templars were master craftsmen.

Hurry up, George!

It's got to go somewhere...!

Aargh!

RELIEVED LAUGHTER

Timmy!

Good boy! Good boy.

That was too close.

Oh, my goodness, we did it!

And look what I've got.

Can you read what it says?

"Clavis ingentium divitiaram penes marescallum."

"The key...

"..to the ultimate wealth...

"..is in the hands of...

.."the great horse"?

That's just stupid.

Horses don't have hands. I'm aware of that.

Maybe it means something else.

Can't we just take it down to an antiques shop

and see how much we can get for it?

That's weird, what's that knobbly bit?

Do you think your father's got a Latin dictionary?

My mother does.

Great. Harpers', if she has one,

otherwise, Oxford Latin will be fine.

I'll come with you.

I will stress that he is a man of considerable means,

and he has made it clear that he would be willing

to pay a premium to complete a swift purchase.

I can't imagine why anyone would want to buy Kirrin Island.

It's just a load of old rocks.

That said, I'm certainly willing to consider a serious offer.

You'd want to take some time to think it through first, though,

wouldn't you? It's been in your family for years.

Perhaps you'd like to take a look at the offer my client had in mind?

Of course, that's just the amount you receive on signature.

You'll receive a further 25% on completion.

Oh.

Oh! Oh... HE CHUCKLES

Such wholesome-looking children.

Hello. Julian. How do you do?

Say hello, George.

Hello.

Franklin Boswell, at your service.

What's that you've got there?

Hmm? George?

Why don't you show us what it is?

It's just this, OK? Can we go now?

Where on Earth did you get that from?

Erm, nowhere. I found it.

Well, it must belong to someone.

I'm so sorry for this interruption, Mr Boswell.

Can we get you some tea? Perhaps we can start going over the paperwork?

How much do you want for it?

You must let me buy this. It's not for sale.

I'm not joking.

I'll pay good money. No!

Sorry about that.

Our daughter is rather spirited.

Not at all.

I'm afraid I need to leave at once.

What about the island?

Desole, monsieur, madame.

You're sure it was the goblet? Absolutely.

And why didn't you take it?

Because stealing is wrong, Thomas.

Remember what the magistrate said?

Yes, of course, Mother.

Buy it, then. Why didn't you buy it off them?

I tried, but the young lady wasn't interested.

So, the key is in the hands of William Marshal.

Not on the island.

Is she aware of the goblet's significance?

That it's the clue that will lead us to the treasure?

She's just a child, Tommy.

Never underestimate children, Mr Boswell.

How many of them are there?

Four.

Five, if you include the dog.

Sounds like you've got competition, Thomas.

Oh, don't worry, Mother.

I have my methods.

Do you think this Marshal fellow

might have taken the treasure to his grave?

No, no, not the treasure - the key to the treasure.

We're in the wrong place, Mr Boswell.

GEORGE: He was really weird,

and he had this creepy tattoo on his wrist right here.

At least you parents didn't sell him the island.

He wanted to buy it, though.

Then he looked at the goblet and, all of a sudden, he didn't.

For some reason, whatever was written on it changed his mind.

I had a theory about that.

I had another look at the inscription.

I realised it's not great horse, it's great horsemaster.

Marescallum, which translates as marshal.

It's like a cryptic crossword clue.

The key to great wealth is in the hands of the marshal.

What are you talking about?

Think it might be William Marshal, first Earl of Pembroke.

Listen to this - "William Marshal, known as the greatest knight

"that ever lived, was invested into the order of

"the Knights Templar on his deathbed on May 14th 1219."

He's supposed to be buried in the Temple Church.

And the key to great wealth is in his hands?

Where's the Temple Church? Central London.

Whoever that man is, he's definitely looking for the treasure.

He must have just figured out the clue, like we just did.

We're not going to London.

No way! It's impossible.

We could use the £5 note Mum gave you.

Bet you've been on lots of adventures before, haven't you?

Hundreds.

How many times have you been to London?

Once.

Including this time.

You've never been to London?

Wait up!

This way.

Come on.

You're sure they're the same children?

Sure as eggs is eggs.

Where is it?

Come here, boy. Come on.

Timmy!

I think this is it.

So, this is William Marshal?

Well, he isn't holding a key, that's a sword.

"The key to great wealth is in the hands of the marshal."

Maybe the sword IS the key.

But it's not even a proper sword, though.

If he's not holding it, where is it?

There's got to be a clue here somewhere.

Are you pilgrims?

Actually, we're historians.

What a fascinating goblet.

Where did you find it?

What's that got to do with you?

I'm something of an expert in the area of medieval history.

Perhaps I could assist you.

What is your particular area of interest?

William Marshal.

Well, you've come to the right place, then.

Is this is where he's buried?

No, no, that's not his grave, it's just an effigy.

There's nothing beneath there but stone.

The location of his final resting place has long been lost to history.

There is a...fresco of him.

Would you like to see?

Interesting man, William Marshal.

First signatory of the Magna Carta,

the only man to de-horse a reigning monarch.

Not bad for a poor boy from the West Country.

Come on.

Ah...here he is, look.

Handsome chap, really.

Well, nothing in his hands.

Ugh, it's a dead end.

Why are you so interested in finding William Marshal's grave?

DICK: It's for a school project.

An academic project!

Maybe I can help. I-I'm something of a buff.

Go on, ask me a question. Ask me anything.

OK, then, what can you tell us about this picture?

Well, he's dressed in Templar armour,

and that's his family crest there on the shield.

And the springs in the background symbolise spirituality...

..and rebirth.

Look at the ring on his finger!

It's the same as the knobbly bit on the cup.

DICK: Maybe...

Look! It's the same.

Huh.

WENTWORTH: Remarkable.

BUTTON CLICKS

THEY GASP Oh, my goodness!

Turn it. Turn it!

METTALIC RATTLING AND GRINDING

Some sort of mechanism.

Mechanism, yes, that's what I was going to say.

DULL KNOCKING

SHARP KNOCKING DICK: It's hollow!

There's something behind this picture.

Incredible!

Oh, wait a minute, George. I'm not...sure you should...

No, no, no. Go on.

You have my - and the church's - resounding endorsement, children.

This is history in the making. History in the making!

PANEL GRATES

There's no way I'm going in there.

Well, you can stay with me.

Yes, well, I suffer from... claustrophobia, don't you know?

And we wouldn't want anything untoward

to happen to you now, would we?

Fine.

The rest of us are going in.

Ugh...

That's right.

That's good.

Little one, you next.

ANNE: Oh...

Ugh... That's right.

A little squeeze and a push... Goes in the dark tunnel.

There we are.

Excellent.

Now, don't be too long, children.

Remember, time is of the essence.

Come on, Timmy. Move. CRUNCHING

What's that crunching sound?

You don't want to know. TIMMY BARKS

Oh. TIMMY WHINES

Urgh.

Oh.

Ugh. Come on, Timmy.

There's definitely going to be a skeleton in here,

so we just need to be ready, OK?

Pear drop?

I love pear drops.

You can take as many as you want.

On three.

One, two, three.

HE STRAINS

STONE GRINDS

HE STRAINS HARDER

Oh, my goodness.

Whoa.

Wow! Urgh!

William Marshal.

Yuck!

It's pretty impressive.

Maybe it's the real key.

Be careful. Sorry, sorry.

Oh! I'm sorry.

Urgh. Yuck.

Oh, my goodness.

Whoa!

THEY LAUGH

We did it! We did it!

It's beautiful.

WENTWORTH: Have you found anything?

Did you find the sword?

Who said we were looking for a sword?

Pass me...the sword.

No. We found it.

It doesn't belong to you!

Just like this little boy doesn't belong to me.

CHILDREN: Dick! Let go of my brother!

Pass me the sword and I'll give you the boy.

Let go of my brother!

Pass me the sword, now!

Come on, George. That's it.

Come on.

Slowly does it. Dick...

Slowly does it, children.

DICK GRUNTS

That's it. Give him the sword.

Come on. Pass it down.

Pass it down gently there.

Come on, Dick. You're nearly here. That's right.

Brilliant!

Come on, come on, come on.

Come on, Dick. You're OK. You're OK. You're OK.

Time for beddy-byes, children.

HE BLOWS A KISS

Sweet dreams!

ALL: No!

DOOR SLAMS, LOCK CLICKS

The curse of Kirrin Island strikes again!

Preparations need to be made in earnest -

bang the drum, shake the tree.

Everyone needs to be here by lunchtime tomorrow.

What on Earth is happening, Thomas?

We're going to have a party.

Cakes must be baked. Wine must be chilled.

Fatted calves must be slaughtered.

What are we celebrating?

Your son is one step away

from becoming the most powerful man in the universe.

The past will be overthrown,

the present turned on its head,

and the future...

..will belong to me.

When are we getting out of this place?

Save the battery, Anne.

Can I get some light over here, please?

It's telling us how to find the treasure.

I think I might have found the next clue.

Come on, boy.

RUMBLING

DUST PATTERS

There it is again.

The stone's shaking.

There must be a tunnel nearby.

Probably the District and Circle Line.

Come on. Come on.

Guys... Come on, Dick. ..look at this!

They must have come so close to knocking this all down

when they built the Underground.

Question is, how close?

RUMBLING

There's a hole!

TRAIN RUSHES

TRAIN SLOWS, BRAKES SQUEAL

Do you hear that?

It's stopping. We're right by the platform.

We'll wait until the next train comes and then we'll go for it.

We'll be home in no time. Where's home?

Belsize Park. Nine stops.

It's good to be home.

I'm starving! Me too.

INDISTINCT NEWS REPORT ON TV

REPORTER: ..the likes unseen since the Great War,

a parade of 30,000 British and French troops,

including the Brigade of Guards and the Royal Marines,

marched in a show of democratic strength.

War is a last resort for the parties of peace,

pledged to defend the sovereignty of Poland.

But, as with all things, the readiness is all.

Is that my dad?

Yeah.

Who's the girl?

Aunt Annie.

She died.

Didn't you know?

Anne's named after her.

She died when our dads were kids.

Mum thinks that's why they don't get on.

I never knew.

Judging by its distinctive silhouette,

I'm pretty sure the church in the fresco

is the Cathedral of Our Lady of Tortosa in Syria.

Ugh, who cares about Our Lady of Tortosa?

We need to get that sword back.

The sword might be the key,

but it's no use unless we can figure out where the lock is.

That makes no sense.

Marshal actually left a pretty clear set of instructions.

Listen to this.

"In order to seek the truth,

"the pilgrim must go to the Holy Land."

I think the church is in Syria.

Maybe we've gone as far as we should with this thing.

That man left us to die!

As far as he's concerned, we are dead.

How do we find him, though? We have no idea where he lives.

Maybe not.

I think I know a way to track down his friend.

PHONE RINGS

Wentworth residence?

Good morning. Could you please connect me to Mr Franklin Boswell?

I'm sorry, but Mr Boswell is not available at this time.

May I take a message?

That is most unfortunate.

Mr Boswell instructed us to carry out an urgent valuation

of an antique sword, but hasn't given us a full address.

An antique sword, you say? A valuation?

Hurry up, Mother! The guests will be arriving any minute!

Yes, yes, yes, yes.

Do you have a pen?

Yes, yes, yes.

Yes, yes, I have a pen.

He is at Hescott House, Twickenham.

He should be there for the rest of the day.

Goodbye.

How do I look?

Good enough to eat.

If your father was only here to see you now.

Oh, perfect.

Make sure they're ready when the moment comes.

Good luck!

VEHICLE APPROACHES

Thank you.

DOG BARKS

Julian.

Stay down! CHATTER

MRS WENTHWORTH: He's always the most wonderful eye for antiquities,

ever since he was a child. Collects them wherever he goes.

But this one really takes the biscuit, don't you think?

Specially imported from Syria, and at the most enormous expense.

Oh, really?

One could have bought London Zoo for the price.

But what's a mother to do?

SHUSHING AND WHISPERING

I'm about to reveal the location

of the greatest treasure in the history of mankind.

A treasure imbued with such immense power

that Pope Honorius III instructed it to be destroyed.

William Marshal, the head of the Knights Templar,

decided to set out a series of clues

so that, one day, a chosen pilgrim

may rediscover that which was hidden.

That day is now upon us.

SPOTLIGHT CLICKS ON LOUDLY

GUESTS GASP

The light has been erected

so that it stands at the exact position of the Syrian sun

at summer solstice.

The stained glass has been transported from the

Cathedral of Our Lady of Tortosa.

The sword stands in position on the altar at the precise

elevation, the gemstone reaching up towards the heavens.

When I give the word, we will simulate the power of the sun

and the location of the font of all knowledge will be revealed.

I mean, this is total madness, right?

Sh!

Great secrets are about to be revealed that will enable me

to lead the world to a new dawn.

Behold!

THEY GASP

What is it, darling?

It looks a bit like a blancmange...

..or a pear drop.

Kirrin Island.

SHE GASPS

Sh!

Children?

What an unexpected treat.

Why don't you come down and join us, hmm?

Oh, shall I get them something to eat?

They look half starved. Not now, Mother.

You are remarkably persistent.

This shape doesn't mean anything

to you, by any chance, does it?

It does, doesn't it?

I've never seen it before.

You really shouldn't underestimate what I'm willing to do

to get the information I need.

Thomas, you promised.

Silence, Mother!

I'll tell you where the treasure is.

But you have to promise no-one gets hurt.

Cross my heart and hope to die.

It's Kirrin Island.

QUIETLY: Kirrin Island...

Kirrin Island...

It was there all along!

Kirrin Island!

PEOPLE APPLAUD

Now, children,

Mr Boswell will take you up to the library.

I'm sure you'll be very happy there.

Then, Mother, I think we should serve lunch, hmm?

I'm famished.

It was the right call, George.

Was it?

We don't know that.

We don't know what the treasure is.

You heard what he was saying.

Something with immense power that he's going to use

to bend the world to his will.

Yeah, but that guy's completely insane, right?

DOOR CREAKS OPEN

You must all be starving.

I wasn't sure what you might like.

So, I've done plenty of options.

Now, there's sandwiches...

..there's a strawberry gateau,

plenty of Victoria sponge

and a pistachio cake.

Yum!

And maybe some of this one.

Oh, yeah.

Don't forget to eat the sandwiches!

Just a little bit on your plate, there you are.

Boys, tuck in. Help yourselves.

Now, what about you, dear?

Cake, please.

There we are.

Thank you.

Hurry up.

Can I help you? Sorry.

That's the way.

Here you are, dear.

Oh! Careful, George.

Never mind, dear.

But I'd better get it out before it leaves a stain.

This rug is Abyssinian, you see?

It's one of a kind.

Look at that.

Good as new, thank heavens.

But you really must be more careful.

Tea in the library is a very special treat.

LOCK TURNS

THEY GASP DOG WHIMPERS

METAL GRATES QUIETLY

I got the dynamite!

You're supposed to be having tea.

Run! Take Timmy!

Come, boy!

Children...

Children!

Ew!

Oh!

Oh. Oh, balls!

ANNE SCREAMS GERMAN SHEPHERDS BARK

Go on! Go on!

TIMMY BARKS

GERMAN SHEPHERDS WHIMPER

Oi! Go on!

Children?

What are you doing here?

You're supposed to be camping.

Professor Bernard,

Mrs Bernard,

thank you for agreeing to come.

I trust you had a pleasant journey?

I see you've encountered our little welcoming committee.

What's going on, George?

Now, don't be too hard on them, Professor.

They should be commended for their single mindedness and valour.

They clearly intuited my desire to purchase the island

and made it their mission to try and dissuade me.

Naturally, I called as soon as I realised what was going on,

but it's proven to be rather entertaining having them to stay.

Mum, Dad, it's not true.

This guy's an insane maniac that locked us in a crypt.

Ah, this one's quite a character.

Such a vivid imagination

for a little girl.

I'm not a little girl.

The sword is part of my collection of antiquities.

It's actually rather valuable.

Give the man his sword back.

George.

HE CHUCKLES QUIETLY

I thought we could have tea on the lawn.

Come, love. Come. Let's go.

Come on.

Mum, can I have a word with you in private?

Are you sure it can't wait, George?

It definitely can't wait.

Excuse me.

Please, of course.

That man thinks there's some kind of magical artefact

hidden on Kirrin Island that he intends to use to bend the world

to his will. I've had enough of this, George.

It's time to grow up.

I trusted you and you lied to me.

I only lied because you wouldn't have let us go.

It's bad enough you doing this on your own,

but making your cousins go along with you? They didn't have to.

We're supposed to be looking after them.

Not putting their lives in danger.

Mum... No, I'm sorry, George.

I'm not interested in what you have to say for yourself.

You need to grow up, and that's all there is to it.

Oh... So sorry.

Nothing to apologise for.

Congratulations, Mr Wentworth.

You are now the proud owner of Kirrin Island.

Thank you, Professor.

This calls for a celebration.

Can't wait to start exploring it.

Please, Mother, serve her some cake, for God's sake.

It's OK!

Well, she needs a little bit more!

TIMMY WHIMPERS

Maybe you should come inside.

Your mum's making hot chocolate.

It's over now, George.

We did our best, and it was amazing.

But it's over now.

Maybe it's time I told you

why I've never set foot on that island

since I was your age.

This...

..is my older brother, Jack.

Julian, Dick, and Anne's father.

And this..

That's my sister.

Annie. Anne.

She was like you, in many ways.

Fearless, independent, determined...

..and, like you, she heard the stories of Kirrin Island

and became obsessed with it.

Granny and Gramps told her not to go, but she wouldn't listen.

She tried to get me and your Uncle Jack to go with her.

Said she'd found a cave entrance in the south cliff

that could only be accessed at low tide.

She was convinced it led to where the treasure was buried.

And...erm...

..Jack and I, we...

..we were too scared to go with her.

One morning...

..she got up and set off early on her own, and...

She, um...

She never came back.

What do you think happened to her?

No-one knows.

There was a search party.

A couple of policemen went looking for her, but their bodies were found

washed up on the beach three days later.

So, they...

..called the search off after that.

Said they'd done everything they could.

But the truth is...

..they were scared.

VOICE BREAKING: Granny and Gramps never spoke about Annie again.

But it broke their hearts.

And I think the truth is, Jack and I never got over it, either.

Is that why you don't talk to each other?

That island's been like a weight around our necks for too long.

TIMMY BARKS

Can I go now?

There's one more thing.

Your mother and I were talking about that dog.

Can I keep him?

For a trial period.

TIMMY BARKS

What about your allergy?

Hmm? Oh...

There never was an allergy.

No more secrets.

Thanks, Papa.

And, George,

you won't sneak back to the island, will you?

Of course not.

EXPLOSION

That was another one.

It's definitely coming from the island.

I reckon he's using dynamite to try and find the tunnels.

At least it means he hasn't found them yet.

What do you think he's looking for?

DISTANT EXPLOSION

The most valuable treasure in the history of mankind, right?

He said it had some kind of magical power.

The font of all knowledge, whatever that means.

Knowledge is power.

And we've got none of it.

There's a secret tunnel in the south cliff that's only accessible

at low tide.

The island doesn't belong to you any more.

It's our island, we have to protect it.

Look, it's low tide tomorrow morning. If we find the treasure

before he does, we can beat him.

Don't you think we've got in enough trouble already?

That guy's a crook who tricked my dad.

Whatever's hidden on that island is rightfully ours.

And it's our responsibility to make sure that it doesn't

fall into the hands of that maniac.

Who's in? I'm in.

Me, too.

And me.

TIMMY BARKS So's Timmy!

That makes five of us.

GRAMOPHONE PLAYS A ROUSING TUNE

Ha-ha-ha!

I think we may have found some sort of entrance!

Finally!

Follow me.

I suggest we spread out.

OK.

Come on, Timmy.

TIMMY BARKS

Where is it?

HE BREATHES HEAVILY

Inca...

Where...where are you going?

Onwards, Boswell!

THOMAS GRUNTS

Take the bag. Come on, take my bag.

Wait for me. Wait!

TIMMY BARKS

Timmy's found it!

Timmy!

Good boy, Timmy.

TIMMY BARKS

THOMAS BREATHES GREEDILY

HE EXHALES HEAVILY

The Temple of the Order of Christ.

We need more light, Mr Boswell.

We must be close!

I feel like we've been here before.

THEY BREATHE HEAVILY

And so to open that which has been closed.

And discover that which has been lost.

METAL CLANGS LOUDLY

STONES SCRAPE

LOUD BANGS

STONE SCRAPES

THOMAS BREATHES SHAKILY

The ungodly seek only death.

Where is the godly?

We'll discover the treasure of the ages.

They're like dandelion seeds.

Do you think they're dangerous?

Find out soon enough.

THOMAS SIGHS HAPPILY

Rats.

LOUD CLANG

ANNE EXCLAIMS TIMMY WHIMPERS

What was that? What was that?

Where did that come from? Quickly.

TIMMY BARKS

THOMAS STRUGGLES

Oh! Thank goodness, children!

Quickly!

There seems to be some sort of mechanism on the ground

that triggered it.

There's a weight over there on the wall.

Maybe you can try and lift it?

Huh?

Whereabouts?

Let's not make any hasty decisions.

She's right.

We could get past them.

Children, now, you...

You can't just leave us here.

THOMAS STRUGGLES

Children!

Look at me. Children.

I don't think you're actually ready

for what's at the end of that tunnel.

TIMMY BARKS

No. No.

Ah!

You're making a big mistake, little girl.

Thomas! What?

If you can reach my satchel,

I have a knife.

Ah!

Well done, Boswell.

THEY SIGH HAPPILY

This is incredible.

ANNE SIGHS AND LAUGHS

Amazing.

It's gold, isn't it?

WATER TRICKLES SOFTLY

Wow!

Ha!

THOMAS BREATHES HEAVILY

The greatest treasure in the history of mankind.

Knowledge.

The font of all knowledge.

Brought back from the East by the Knights Templar 1,000 years ago.

It was said that those who drank from the font could see the future.

If a man can see the future...

..he can bend it to his will.

Pass me the goblet.

They all went mad, though.

Maybe there's a reason they buried it.

They had no idea what they were dealing with...

THOMAS INHALES HEAVILY

..whereas I...

..I have been preparing for this moment my entire life.

HE GULPS GREEDILY

HE SIGHS

Oh...

HE EXHALES HEAVILY

I can feel something happening.

It tingles.

Woo!

HE LAUGHS

Are you OK there, Tommy boy?

You must drink it, Boswell.

Er...

..I think I may take a rain check.

What about you, my young pilgrims?

I'm offering you the chance to see the future.

Stand by me and reshape

the destiny of the world.

The world doesn't need reshaping.

Believe me, little boy...

..it does.

Oh.

Ah!

EERIE SIGHS

AIR RAID SIRENS SOUND

GUNFIRE

EXPLOSIONS

THOMAS EXCLAIMS

A BOMB WHISTLES

Ah!

THOMAS SCREAMS

THOMAS EXHALES HEAVILY

THOMAS GRUNTS

Stay!

All of you stay!

You wouldn't shoot the man in the back, now, would you?

Old chum.

Au revoir, mes enfants.

BOSWELL WHISTLES

THOMAS BREATHES HEAVILY

I've seen the future.

A war like no other.

Weapons you wouldn't believe.

Nature destroyed.

Mankind brought to its knees.

I know what's in store.

And I know the part you five have to play.

I think he's sick.

DICK: Really sick.

Come on, we're leaving.

You're not going anywhere!

THOMAS GRUNTS

You mean to betray me.

Unless I stop you.

No, no, no, no! No! No!

Don't do it! Please! No!

THEY SCREAM AND WHIMPER

What do we do now?

There's got to be another way out of here.

I wouldn't drink that water, Julian.

It's fresh

as opposed to salty.

It's got to be coming from somewhere.

JULIAN GRUNTS

It's a way out!

Come on, give me your hand.

Ergh.

TIMMY BARKS

TIMMY BARKS

TIMMY BARKS

THEY CHUCKLE QUIETLY

I don't get it.

So, basically, that creepy man drank from the font of all knowledge

and then went mad?

It wasn't the font. It was the water.

It was contaminated by fungal spores.

Maybe that's why the knights went mad.

That's why they abandoned the island.

That's why it's full of deathtraps.

That's why there's a curse.

I told you. Every curse has a rational explanation.

Spores?!

TIMMY WHIMPERS Disgusting.

At least we know where the treasure is.

We're rich, aren't we?

TIMMY BARKS

We have to keep this a secret.

It's too dangerous.

You saw what happened.

From now on, we're guardians,

keepers of the Templar secret.

Agreed?

Agreed.

Well, we didn't leave completely empty-handed.

How much do you think they're worth?

They're not for selling.

We keep them.

One each, so we remember.

Deal. Timmy can wear his on his collar.

TIMMY BARKS

George!

Turns out - that man who tried to buy the island

was an utter lunatic.

They found him wandering around the beach, stark naked.

Got carted off by the men in white coats,

and his cheque bounced all the way back from the bank.

The curse of Kirrin Island strikes again.

So, I'm afraid we're as broke as we've ever been.

And we have four mouths to feed until the end of summer.

Five, if you include the dog, which I do.

But look at them, though.

Have you ever seen your daughter so happy?

I must admit...

..they do appear to be getting on famously.

Timmy, bring it back! Timmy!

TIMMY BARKS

Good boy!

TIMMY BARKS

You're looking much better, Thomas, dear.

I brought a couple of bottles of ginger beer.

Nice and fiery.

Just how you like it.

I had a word with Dr Graves on my way in.

And, supposedly, these bothersome visions you've been having

will simply tail off.

That'll be a relief, won't it?

Things will go back to normal.

How are you feeling, darling?

THOMAS BREATHES HEAVILY

I'll admit I was feeling a little down in the dumps

for a bit back there.

But now...

..when I look to the future...

..I see nothing but glittering opportunities.

CHEERING

ROCKET ROARS