Aux (2018) - full transcript

- You asshole, Archie.

That really hurt.

What have you got

in that bloody toy gun?

- It's a normal cartridge.

It shouldn't do that

and it ain't no toy.

It's made of stone.

It's hollow, like an old

drainpipe or a chimney.

I wonder what's down there.

- Probably just a sewer.

Come and have a look

at this, Archie.

Well?

- It's a trap door.

- We going to open it?

- Well, we've come this far.

- Bloody hell, mate.

I ain't going down there.

Anyway, it's too dark.

- As it happens,

I brought a torch.

- What'd

you bring that for?

- I thought it might

be dark in the woods.

- You're crazy.

You're even more crazy

if you're thinking

of going down there.

- Ah where's your

sense of adventure?

- You'd better take this then.

Might be a bear down there.

- Ha ha, very funny.

Shit!

- What you done?

- Nothing.

Just be careful of the

bottom of the ladder

when you come down.

- I told you, I ain't

coming down there.

- It's a great big

room full of stuff.

Come and have a look.

We better get out of here.

- Anything?

- Not much of any help at

all in identifying him.

He's garbled on about a friend

and some sort of

hideout in the woods

but that's about all.

- He looks a bit old

for hide-and-seek games.

Well, all we can do is

something to turn up

from missing persons.

- Can you take over

here for awhile?

- Uh, why?

- He's really agitated and

mumbling about his friend

so I thought I might take a look

at the site of the

accident just in case

there's another boy injured

or in need of help there.

- Well, the place

was still swarming

with accident investigators

questioning witnesses,

measuring skid

marks when I left.

But if it makes you

feel better, go ahead.

- Thanks, Sarge.

- The body of the female

police officer was discovered

in the early hours

after a search

after she failed to report

back to her station.

The police say suicide--

- Good morning.

- Good morning, Linda.

- Or revealed how

the officer died.

The police are also

still trying to trace

what they believe may be

a missing teenage boy.

- Oh, I hate that.

- Bloody bastards.

I bet they had something to do

with that poor police

girl being killed.

- In the

critical condition.

- What you saying, Ethel?

- As to whether

the two incidents

are connected.

- That poor police girl

what was killed, I bet they had

something to with it.

- We'll report more news

when we have it.

Now, here's Joan

with the weather.

- Sergeant Unwin, have

they found anything?

- No, sir.

- And the undergrowth's

making a ground search

nigh on impossible.

- Look,

something's here, sir.

- Well done, a spent

shotgun cartridge.

Probably used by

someone shooting vermin

and nothing whatsoever

to do with the murder

seeings as Bates was

strangled with wire

that was obviously so violent

nearly severed her head

clear off.

So no, no gun was involved.

Oh, sorry, Unwin, I understand

you were the last officer

to see her alive.

- She was on my team.

- Hmm, well seeing as

you're being transferred

to plain clothes detectives

division tomorrow,

you might be instrumental

in finding her murderer.

Who you working with?

- Detective Inspector Huntley.

- The new girl.

Well, if you encounter

any difficulties,

pop by my office.

Door's always open

to colleagues.

- I'll get forensics

to take a look

at the cartridge case, sir.

- Yeah, you can do, but I

think it's a waste of time.

I'm calling off this search.

We've moved too far from

where the body was discovered.

This is getting us nowhere.

- Watch should be able to.

- No, thank you.

- What?

No progress at all?

Surely you must've been

able to get somewhere.

I've got a murdered policewoman

and now a forensic officer

who's apparently disappeared

not to mention a missing youth

and anther who's in a coma

because of a traffic accident.

What the hell is going on here?

- I've got every single

available officer

back out combing the woods,

but it's a massive area

and it's the weekend.

I can't keep the whole

thing cordoned off.

- Sorry to disturb you, ma'am,

but there's been a development

and I think Inspector Reed

should take the call.

- Put it through.

He can take it

here in my office.

And what about this

presumed missing friend?

- You'd think the parents

would've come forward by now.

Think they'd notice

their child's missing.

- I think most

parents have given up

trying to keep

track of their kids

by the time they're

teenagers, Huntley, but, uh,

you wouldn't know anything

about that, would you?

Reed.

Where?

Okay.

Search team have

found another body.

They're pretty certain

it's the forensics officer.

But it was found in undergrowth

way over the other side

of the forest from where

WPC Bates was found.

- Cause of death?

- Likely to have

been a stabbing.

- That's right

Detective Inspector,

she was stabbed

through the heart.

Probably died instantly.

Oh, and there was

something else.

- What's that?

- The matter most certainly

knew what he or she was doing.

- Premeditated?

- Possibly, but whoever

did this was in control

and very clever.

- Professional hit not

a crime of passion.

- Well, he was certainly

somebody with training.

You see the knife wound entry

was in exactly the right place

to pierce the heart

with the knife.

But the knife remained in

the body and was only removed

after the remains were hidden.

- Meaning?

- Well, no trail of

blood to indicate

where the murder

actually took place.

Could've been anywhere

in the woods really,

but most certainly not

where the victim was found.

- Are you all right?

- Yeah, I am.

I was training her up to

take over my job.

You just make sure

you get the bastard

who did this and quick.

- We'll do our best.

Well, Detective Sergeant,

find out anything

that can help us

catch the murderer?

- Well, I reckon we gotta be

dealing with a serial killer

who's targeting policewomen.

Could be someone must

closer than we think, ma'am.

- You can call me

governor, boss,

anything you like except ma'am.

- And now over to our

reporter Jeff Jacobs

who is on the scene.

Jeff, can you tell us any

more about what appears

to be a double murder of

two female police officers?

- Not very much I'm afraid.

The police are giving out

very little information

at present, but they have said

that they will make a

statement to the media

probably sometime

this afternoon.

- Jack, Jack.

- Well that was Jeff Jacobs

reporting on what

appears to be the scene

of an extremely violent

- Do you want more tea?

double murder in Shafton Forest

near the village

of Lower Pendlesham.

- Oh, Jack!

- What's wrong?

Are you okay.

- Losing his

marbles if you ask me.

- That's his latest

school photo.

Would you like me to

look for some more?

- No, this'll be fine for now.

Is there any other

information you can give us

about where he could've gone?

- We just don't

know officer.

- Okay, shall we start with

when you first discovered

he was missing?

- When he didn't come down for

breakfast yesterday morning.

- And you didn't think to

report him missing earlier?

- He said he was going

out with his friend Vince

and that he might be late

home so not to wait up.

He's a teenager.

These days they do

their own thing.

- And when Archie left,

did he give any indication

as to where he and

Vince were going

or if anyone else was involved?

- I'm sorry, I've got to

ask, is there any friction

between you, an argument

that could've caused him

to run away?

- Certainly not.

- Archie is a good boy.

He wouldn't harm a soul.

- We'll see ourselves out.

Call us immediately if

you hear from Archie.

- But we've already

searched the forest.

- I've got the police

and crime commissioners

breathing down my

neck demanding answers

so search it again.

- Well, I'm guessing

DI Huntley and her team

have come up with nothing.

- They're busy gathering

relevant information.

- Well, maybe her new

sergeant can help you.

- How do you mean?

- Well, what I can gather

he's the last officer

to see both of

the victims alive.

- We'll never

find it in there.

- We best get Dad.

- Dad, Dad, did you see

the thing in the woods?

- What you talking about?

- It kicked our football back.

- It was like funny man.

- Well, you better

go and take a look.

You hear some strange

stories these days.

Nobody's safe.

- There's nothing there.

You're all exaggerating

or dreaming.

- Then how did our

football come back out?

- Sorry folks, you're gonna

have to leave the area.

We're bringing up a police

cordon round the forest

and there's about to

be a major search here,

so can you return

to your car please?

- Are you looking

for the funny man?

- Funny man?

- Uh, I'm sorry, Officer,

they thought they saw someone

in the trees.

They have a vivid imagination.

- He kicked our football back.

- He has a mouth

there made of dust.

- We're very sorry for

the inconvenience, guys.

- Not even allowed to go

for a picnic in the park?

Bloody Gestapo.

- Thank you, sir.

Wanna go take a look?

Just in case the kids

actually did see something.

- We better check it out.

- Come on.

What do we have?

- Yeah, a couple of kids

claim they saw something

in the woods so

we're taking a look.

Probably a wild goose chase

but you never know, out.

- Wasting our time, mate.

- Yep.

- There's nothing here.

Kids were imagining things.

- No, ja!

- You need to see this.

Intestines have been

cut away and laid out

like some sort of ritual murder.

I think we may have a

new Ripper on our hands.

- Apart from

the heat signatures

of the odd deer and vermin

there is definitely

nothing alive down there.

- Well, we interrupt

our story to go live now

to Lower Pendlesham

where a police spokesman

is about to give a

press conference.

- We have so far recovered

four bodies from the woods

all of them serving police

officers from various spectrums

of the force.

- Here, this in the paper.

- And all of them--

- They write must been

a massacre in the woods.

- Can you give us more details

of these murder victims

and how they were

actually killed?

- Hope they dump off some

more of them foreign tourists.

- Have you made

or are close to making

any arrests?

- Ethel, I think

you mean terrorists.

- Is there any connection

between the murders

and the missing teenager?

- I'm sorry, we're gonna

have to leave it there

as I can't reveal any

more at this moment.

This is an ongoing

investigation.

- Can you

just confirm the rumor

- Jack, are you all right?

- that as the perpetrator

seems able to slip

through your net,

this is not the work of a gang,

but a trained lone

hit man or insurgent

who has local knowledge

of Shafton Forest?

- Any comments on that?

- The reporter could be right.

I reckon we're dealing with

a loner type, an anarchist,

hermit who thinks themselves

a resistance fighter.

- Maybe this guy isn't even

living rough in the forest.

Maybe he lives nearby

with enough local knowledge

to give us the slip.

Might be somebody

working on the land

and living amongst

the farming community.

- I agree with that comment.

It's gotta be someone

with local knowledge.

- Okay, here's the plan.

We're gonna seal off all

roads around Shafton Forest

and question any motorists

who go through regularly

on if they've seen

anything suspicious

that could help us

with our inquiries.

At the same time, we're gonna

visit all rural properties

and ask the inhabitants

along the same lines.

DS Unwin will allocate you

all your various assignments

and please be careful.

We're after a cop killer.

- So he has no allergies

that you're aware of

or anything like that?

Okay.

We--

- Any new developments, Doctor?

- He came round briefly earlier,

but we're trying to keep

him in a sedated state.

- Did he say anything?

- Nothing coherent or sensible.

He sort of sat up in a panic

and had to be restrained.

Kept screaming something

like, "Get it away from me,"

over and over again.

- I've been showing

these police officers

our priest hole.

- Yeah, very interesting.

- They're here because of

the goings on in the forest.

Wondered if we'd seen

or heard anything

unusual or suspicious.

- No.

Sorry, can't help you.

We've not seen or heard nothing.

- I really think we

ought to tell them

especially how serious

it is with these murders.

- Tell us what?

I have to warn you if you're

in any way aiding or abetting

a criminal in a

case of this nature,

the consequences for

you will be very dire.

- Have you been giving

someone food or shelter?

Or has anybody stolen

an animal from you

perhaps to kill and eat?

- Oh no, nothing like that.

- Fuel, large drum of petrol.

- What about it?

- Well, I'm allowed to

keep diesel, petrol, oil

for tractors and machines

in proper tanks for safety.

- And we keep a few drums

at the back of the barn

for our own use which

is against regulations.

- We're not gonna grass my

mate up at the petrol station

who supplies me.

- So what are you saying?

- One of the drums went

missing last night.

- Stolen?

- Had to be.

- Can you show

us where it was taken from?

- Aye.

There and one's missing.

- Unlikely to be

connected to our main case.

- Yeah, well, thanks very

much for your assistance.

We won't be reporting this,

but you should stick

to the rules in future.

And please if you see

anything else suspicious,

let us know.

- Of course.

- What do you make of that?

- Someone probably saw

him unloading and decided

to help themselves.

Could be one of the neighbors.

Let's check the next house.

- Can I ask you

to step from the

vehicle please, sir?

Take the cab in please.

- What's the problem?

- I'll

only take a minute.

Can I see it?

Every day?

Seen anything unusual?

We should--

- Get down on the

ground, get down.

- The Home Secretary visited

the scene this afternoon

and had this to say.

- I promise you that

we will make sure

that we bring the

perpetrators of these cowardly

and despicable attacks

to face justice.

- Home

Secretary, can you tell us

if it's known who

was responsible?

- I've just won

at Bingo.

- Get, get out of the

way, Ethel, please.

- There are

several insurgent groups--

- Ethel, get out

of the bloody way!

- Oh, all right, all right.

You're not still

watching this rubbish.

You'll get square eyes, you

will, watching 24-hour news

on the loop.

Besides, I wanna see my soap,

find out what's happening

to the latest murder

in the Chiplin.

- No, no, no, no, don't

change the channel!

- No!

- I've gotta watch this.

Ethel, Ethel, Ethel.

Get her away, get her away!

- Give someone else a turn.

- I've got a twist

to that minister

who was talking

on the television.

- Yeah Jack, listen,

Ethel's right.

You need to share

the television.

- No, no, no, no, you've

got, you don't understand.

I-I need to talk to the police.

I--

- You've got to have him

put away.

He's getting violent.

- Listen, listen.

- Jack, Jack.

- You're not taking

this seriously.

I've got to talk to the police.

I've got to warn them

because he's back, he's back.

- All right, all right.

And it's my fault.

Oh God, it's my fault.

- Okay, just...

- So, not a

sophisticated device.

- Not at all.

Basically, it's a

large Molotov cocktail

made by igniting a

canister of fuel.

- Obviously there's no

clues to who made it.

- Unless there's anything else,

we need to get back to the

farm, question the farmer again

about the missing fuel.

- The technology for

this kind of device

has been around for decades,

at least since World War II.

Insurgents, rebels,

resistance fighters

have been using this kind

of incendiary type bomb

for a century or more.

- Basically anyone

could've made it.

- To be honest, there's

probably instructions for it

on the internet.

Anyone with a grudge

and bit of common sense

could put this together.

Teenage kids more than capable.

- So maybe we should

a bit of pressure

on the doctors to get

some more information

out of that teenage

kid in the hospital.

- Let's get back to the farm.

- I'll look after

that for you then.

Bit of old-fashioned police

pressure might not go amiss.

- Hello.

Anybody there?

- Mrs. Roberts.

- Let me.

And go.

Leave me alone.

- This is the police.

Throw the gun out and come out

with both hands fully visible.

- Should I call for

armed response units?

- Okay.

What's happened?

- Don't let it get me.

Help me.

- Okay.

- Please help me.

- Okay, whatever it was

it's gone now, you're safe.

- You don't know.

It might come back.

- We're calling for backup.

- Okay, I'll get on it.

- No, no.

- What is it that

scared you so much?

- It was, it was like a man.

- Okay.

- But he wasn't a man.

He was a dead man.

- Okay.

- He was horrible, hideous.

It was, it was floating,

moving less.

And it exposed both.

And it didn't have a face,

just a skull with

eyes in deep sockets.

Oh my God.

- Okay, okay.

Where's your husband.

It's all right.

Let's get you into the house.

Come on.

Come on, up.

- Calvary's on its way.

- It's okay.

The husband.

Come on.

Come on, let's get you

safe, come on, come on.

It's okay.

It's okay.

We will.

- Fuck!

- See, there's nothing

out here to be afraid of.

- Oh, fuck!

- Are you all right, then, huh?

What's going on?

Everything all right?

- If you could just give

me a few minutes with him

and then put him back under.

- The best chance for the

boy is for us to keep him

in a state of sedated

unconsciousness

and slowly bring him back.

It's a tried and

tested technique.

- I understand

that, Doctor,

but this kid could save lives

and there's been a

lot of deaths already

and anything he can tell me

about what happened to him

in the woods could

prevent more deaths.

- The risk to my patient

of attempting to revive him

too early or too

quickly is too great.

And anyway, how can you be

sure he has any information

that might be of use to you?

I'm not prepared to change

our medical procedure.

- Well, this is a new one.

What do you make of it?

- You mean did she

create a fantasy story

to hide the fact she

murdered her husband?

- Well Unwin, you've

gotta admit her story

is a little bit farfetched.

- Well, she was pretty

distraught when we found her.

- Well, she would be, wouldn't

she according to her story.

Well, let's just recap shall we?

A zombie came out of the

woods presumably to steal

more petrol so it could

make another bomb.

Her husband disturbed

it so it attacked him.

She heard his screams

so she ran out

carrying their shotgun

because she thought

it would be a wild animal.

She shoots the thing

which doesn't stop it

so then she thinks

it's gonna attack her.

So she cleverly runs away

and hides in the barn

which worked because

it didn't find her.

And then you two turn up.

- Okay, it takes a

bit of believing,

but whatever it was, it

certainly terrified her.

- Come on, Huntley, you must've

heard a few tall stories

when someone's trying

to cover up a murder

even in your short

time in the job.

You don't think that it's

too much of a coincidence

that this creature buzzed off

just as you two detectives

turned up thereby stopping her

from disposing of her murdered

husband's body properly.

- Have you seen the body, sir?

- No.

- No.

- But I hear it's

pretty horrific.

- Yeah, his neck

wasn't just broken.

His head was almost torn off.

- Yeah, and he was a big guy.

I really don't think a woman

like her could've done that.

- Well, maybe she

had an accomplice

which is often the

case in a murder.

A boyfriend perhaps which is why

they wanted rid of the old

man in the first place.

- Then why make up such

an unbelievable story?

Why not blame it on

a wolf or a large cat

or an escaped animal?

Surely that's more plausible.

- Oh, what, so you think that

she really did see a zombie?

- Maybe she saw a man in a

skeletal mask, body armor,

we don't know.

- Thank you, Unwin, yeah,

you mean like a budget Batman

that's turned bad.

Listen, I'm not buying

any of it, okay?

I want her under

guard in the hospital

until we work out whether she's

committed an offense or not.

Maybe then we can

release her probably

straight to a

psychiatric hospital.

- Have you forgotten that

what we're dealing with

appears to be a mass

murderer cum terrorist

who seems to be able to

disappear into the woods

without a trace?

This is not an isolated

domestic incident.

- So you think that

someone or something

really did come back

to get more petrol.

- I'm not ruling it out.

- Okay, and this

person or thing,

you think is foolish enough

to actually try it again.

- Possibly.

- In that case, I

think we should keep

the whole place under guard.

- I agree.

- Good.

Carry on.

- Could be a potential

trap for the murderer.

- So what do you make

of all this business?

- What you mean?

- Well, it's unlikely that

whoever tried to steal the fuel

is gonna come back

for another go.

Now, if we're meant to

be some sort of trap,

I think we're wasting our time.

- Well, could be we're some

sort of bait or something.

- Not seriously

trying to tell me

you believe all that rubbish

about a bloke in a

gorilla suit, are you?

- Ah, it might be a real

gorilla loose in the woods

that escaped from

the zoo or something.

- That's funny.

Mind you I don't like the look

of this fog that's developing.

- Did you hear that?

- Yes.

Jesus.

- You scared the shit out of us.

- Sorry if we startled you boys.

Just taking Kaiser

for a sniff around.

Looking for anything suspicious.

- And why is it you

dog squad people

only ever use German Shepherds?

- 'Cause they're the

best for the job.

What's up, boy?

What's up?

Kaiser!

Come back, Kaiser!

No!

Kaiser, no!

Oh.

- What the fuck was that?

- Someone call

the air ambulance.

- The dog

just ran into the fog

and attacked something.

- Could you

describe the assailant?

- No, I mean we didn't

get a clear look.

- Yeah, we better get

forensics down here again.

Piece of material

from an army uniform?

- An old one.

- What you thinking?

- Military fanatic?

Could be a deserter trained

in guerrilla tactics.

Should call the army.

DI Huntley.

Thank you, we're on our way.

Let's go.

- What's that?

- The kid, Vince,

he's conscious.

- And talking?

- Seems so.

I am sorry to hear the boy died.

- We were told he'd

regained consciousness.

- He came around, briefly.

- Did he say anything when

he came out of his coma?

- Anything about his

accident or what happened

that might actually

be of use to us?

- Well, I'm not sure

if this is of much help

but he did mutter

something although he was

in a state of delirium.

- What, what did he say?

- Well, I can't be

sure of the exact words

but it seems that he

and his missing friend

were in the woods

shooting rabbits

with his friend's shotgun

when they discovered

a secret underground chamber

filled with military equipment.

Oh, there's something else.

- What?

- There was something in

that underground chamber

that obviously terrified

the boy so much

that it caused him to

run and that's what led

to the road accident.

- Yeah, I'm sorry, honey, but

you know how big this case is.

There's just something

about it doesn't add up.

Yeah, I know I missed

dinner last night as well

but I can't just knock off,

especially with the new boss

as my partner.

Don't be ridiculous.

And no, I'm not even

sure if she likes men

if you know what I mean.

Go, gotta go.

Ah, so how'd it go in there?

- Archie owned a shotgun.

- Huh, so the boy Vince was

probably telling the truth

about everything else

he said in his rambling.

- Seems so.

Any developments here?

- Uh, army denies all

knowledge of any soldiers

AWOL or deserting.

- Well, at least we have an idea

of what we might

be looking for now.

- There was another

thing which I thought

was a bit too much

for coincidence.

- Go on.

- One of the murder

investigation team

took a call earlier from an

old geezer in a care home.

He said it was essential

he speak to someone

in authority because he

knew who was responsible

for the attacks.

- Why haven't we

followed this up already?

- Well, it seems that

although the old guy

managed to get to the phone,

the people looking after him

were adamant he'd gone senile.

- Okay, so why are

you telling me now

if this is

just some crazy old guy

who watches too much TV.

- Because in his

call he mentioned

about a so-called

underground operational base

in Shafton Forest.

And he talked about it

before the boy Vince

got out with that information.

So there's absolutely

no way the old boy

could've heard about it from

anyone involved in the case.

- Let's go talk to him.

How far is it?

- Few miles away.

- Let's go then, Sergeant.

Oh and by the way,

I do like men.

Just haven't met a real one yet.

♪ Wrap it up put it in

♪ Never take it out

♪ Wrap it up put it in

♪ Never take it out

♪ Wrap it up put it in

♪ Never take it out

♪ Your hands against my hips

♪ My lips against your lips

♪ You take me to a paradise

♪ My waterfalls are bliss

♪ And I can it rain all night

♪ 'Cause tonight

- What was that?

♪ No rules apply

♪ I don't care who

you been with ♪

- Oh my God.

- Carl, what's wrong?

♪ So for the next three hours

♪ Nothing else matters

♪ We can make time stand still

♪ Stand still

♪ I wanna box this

- You mustn't get Jack

too excited or worked up.

Must they, Jack?

- We just wanna pick

his brains a little bit.

- Well, that should be easy.

I haven't got much

brains left to pick.

- Can you tell us about

these operational bases?

- Yeah, OBs.

In 1940, hundreds

of these places

were built underground and

they remained operational

until they were abandoned

when the Auxiliaries

were stood down in 1944.

Now, most of the people never

knew anything about 'em.

And those who did know

something about 'em

well, most of 'em are dead now.

- What were they built for,

what were these Auxiliary units?

- The OBs were our

last line of defense.

- Ah, so we're

talking World War II.

- Yep.

After Dunkirk, remains of

our little army came back

and uh, we knew that Hitler

was going to invade us any day.

So Winston Churchill

decided that he would create

a resistance group made

up of the most able

and dedicated of the Home Guard.

- Dad's Army.

- That's right.

- Old men and young

boys willing to fight

the invading Germans with

pitchforks and blunderbusses.

- It was like that

in the beginning.

But the Auxiliaries were

something different.

- And you were one

of the Auxiliaries.

- Yes, I was.

And we were so secret

that this is actually

the very first time I've

ever talked about it

in all that time.

- I think Jack's

getting tired now.

Maybe you could

come back tomorrow.

- I'm sorry, this

is rather urgent.

- No, no, no, it's all

right, love, it's all right.

Now listen, I think you

better go make us a cup of tea

because what I'm gonna say

here now might contravene

the Official Secrets Act

and I don't want to

get you into trouble.

Well, not that way anyway.

Now, where was I?

Yes.

Those of us who volunteered

and were selected

were taught how to

kill the Germans

in the most horrible ways.

- So you were to fight on

after the supposedly

imminent invasion.

- To the last man.

They gave us the best

weapons available.

They gave us plenty

of explosive.

They taught us how to

survive, how to improvise,

and how to conduct

guerrilla warfare.

- Using the underground

OBs as boltholes.

- Yes.

They gave us 14 days of rations

'cause that was just about

as long as we were expected

to survive after

the balloon went up.

- I'm sorry, balloon went up?

- After the Germans invaded.

- Except the RAF defeated

the Germans in the air

and without air cover,

the Nazis would never

adventure across the

Channel from France.

- You're right, the

Battle of Britain.

Course all this must sound

like ancient history to you.

- Thanks, Jack, this

has been very helpful.

- No, now wait, there's

something else you gotta learn.

- Don't upset yourself, Jack.

You told us a lot.

- The first task

of the Auxiliaries

was to eliminant anyone

who knew anything about us,

local policemen, town

mayor, local dignitaries.

- You mean murder

your own people.

- Yes.

Anyone who might have any

knowledge of our whereabouts

and who could give

it away under torture

or interrogation was

to be eliminated.

Something went wrong.

There was an accident.

It's one of those things

that happen in war.

The signal for the invasion

was to be the ringing

of the church bells.

They'd been silent

since Dunkirk.

I was walking home and the

bells of the local church rang

and I was the only

person on duty.

So I went straight to the OB.

There was no one there

expect Bob Pearce.

Now, Bob Pearce was

our commanding officer.

He'd helped to set

the whole thing up.

I mean, he knew the whereabouts

of every bunker in the area.

So we opened our secret orders

and the first on the list

of the people to be

killed was Bob Pearce.

I shot him in the bunker.

And then I climbed up to

do the rest on the list.

And it was only when I got

outside that I realized

that I couldn't hear the

bells ringing anymore.

There had been no invasion.

It was just a couple of kids

who broke into the bloody

church to ring the bells

for a lark.

- It was an accident

of war a long time ago.

- I went back down into the

OB, I smashed the radio,

I sealed the hatch, and

as the months passed,

chances of invasion diminished,

and then we were all called up.

- What relevance do you

think this has to our case?

- I think Bob Pearce has

come back to kill Nazis.

No, no, no, I know

it sounds ridiculous,

but please listen to me.

Bob swore to me once

that no matter what,

even if he was killed, he

would find a way to come back

and kill Germans.

- So why kill police officers?

- Oh, that's, that's easy.

I mean, you think about the

police officers in those days.

All they had were

those tall helmets.

They were armed with

a watch, a whistle,

and a truncheon.

Now, these days you're

all wearing stab jackets,

you're carrying

automatic weapons,

and you're all dressed in black.

Have you ever seen

pictures of the Waffen-SS?

- Okay, so why now after

what must be 75 years?

- I think somebody found

and opened the hatch.

- It's gonna be okay, Jack.

We know what we're looking

for now in the forest.

Thank you.

- I, if you're going after Bob,

you'll take me with

you, won't you?

- I'm not sure that's

gonna be possible.

- You'll never find it.

That place was designed to

be concealed from the enemy.

I can take you

exactly to the place.

- Thank you, Jack.

We'll let you know

if we need you.

- All right.

Thank you.

- Well, if we tell any of

this to anyone on the force,

they'll think we've

lost our marbles.

- Maybe not.

- How so?

- Well, from what

the old boy told us,

maybe we should be

looking for a nut

who is using this

OB underground base.

- DI Huntley.

There's been another murder.

- How lovely of you to join us.

I should fill you in on

what's happening, shall I?

- I'd rather hear it from

forensics, thank you.

- A fairly straightforward

crime, Detective Inspector.

A young man in the front of

a car with his throat cut

and, again, probably

died instantly.

- And the shoe, tell

them about the shoe.

- I will get to that.

Please don't try

and tell me my job.

- Shoe?

- Well, we're convinced

there was another occupant

in the car,

most probably a woman

as we found a handbag

in the passenger side foot

well and a discarded shoe.

- I'll send a couple of

officers over to scour the woods

to see if they can

find another dead body.

- Or missing person.

- Do we have identities?

- Well, we've got the man's

details from the contents

of his pocket.

We haven't as yet

opened the handbag

as we're checking the blood

spattered on the side of it,

most probably from

the murder vic.

- Could the missing woman

have carried out the murder?

- Theoretically possible

except for two factors.

You see the victim was

undoubtedly attacked

from above and behind.

If you take a look at

the roof of the vehicle,

somebody, and quite

possibly the murderer,

has gained access from

outside after ripping a hole

in the canvas hood.

- That's a German car.

- Uh, does that have any bearing

whatsoever on this matter?

- It might do.

- Huntley, I've communicated

to the Assistant

Chief Commissioner

and she has agreed

with me that it's time

to bring in the army

so that we can do

a thorough search of this forest

so that we can catch

this sicko, okay?

Good.

Carry on.

- Looks like it's time for

some more drastic measures.

- I'm not being funny now.

But we're not gonna scale

up the operation now

for one lunatic

hiding in the forest.

- I got up early this

morning because I thought

there was gonna be at least

double this amount of men.

What is this?

- All right.

Assistant Chief

Commissioner Dale

was expecting more men, sir.

- I'm sorry I don't have the

manpower to spare more troops

for an operation of this nature.

And Grant here is a

very experienced officer

at rooting out terrorist.

All our men have been

operationally trained

for this type of mission.

- Sir.

- All right, boys, we're

going into Shafton Forest.

Obviously the ground

that we're dealing with

is thick and uneven woodland.

Advance with caution.

Situation enemy forces,

we're dealing with

one lone insurgent.

He's responsible for

a lot of casualties

so he seems like he's

gonna be trained.

Situation friendly forces,

we're gonna be joined by our

friends in the police force.

Hopefully they won't

get in the way.

Our mission, find, apprehend,

or neutralize the insurgent.

All right, boys?

- Sir.

- Happy?

- Sir.

- Let's go.

- What on Earth?

What exactly are you playing

at, Detective Inspector,

bringing this elderly

gentleman here?

- This is Jack.

He's a member of

the Auxiliary Group.

He worked from an

underground base here

back in 1940.

He's gonna show us

where that base is

and who's hiding there.

- All right, look,

this is ridiculous.

What makes you think

someone's gonna use

a redundant old wartime base?

What are the chances this guy

can remember that far back?

Forest doesn't

even look the same.

- How long were you based here?

- Few months now,

but I remember it

like it was yesterday.

- So why were you here?

- When the German Army

swept over this area,

our job was to

kill, delay, harass

with all possible means.

Our second function

was to use our radios

to inform what was left

of the British Army

of the situation.

- Can you give me information

about what somebody

trying to emulate

your resistance group

might have done that we

haven't released to the media?

- Yes, ma'am, I think I can.

It would surprise me if

you have not come across

some disemboweled bodies

with their entrails

decoratively spread.

- What was the point of that?

- To intimidate the enemy.

There's nothing quite like

seeing your mate's guts

spread out like a

plate of spaghetti

for making you pause to think.

- Anything's worth a try.

- Thank you, ma'am.

- You fit to talk?

- But you're not

gonna believe me.

The military police

spoke to me just now

and they think I

knocked my brains out.

- That's okay.

Most of our colleagues

feel the same about us

and we haven't been

hit on the head.

- Or choked half to death.

But I know what I saw

and I know what I felt

and that thing

was cold and dead.

- Well, this is our friend Jack.

He thinks he has some answers.

He wants to ask you a

few simple questions.

- Okay.

- Hello, darling.

Now, this thing you

saw, was it wearing

a military uniform?

- Wasn't paying much attention

to what it was wearing.

Even thinking about

it makes me shudder

and it happened so fast.

But uh, maybe it did have

or at least some remnants

of Cargi, but it was decayed

and like a body dug up

and its eyes were just--

- Why do you think it

stopped attacking you,

let you go?

- If this lump on my

head is letting me go,

then I don't know what you mean.

But it did look at me and

seemed surprised, curious,

as if I was from another planet.

It started to study my uniform.

Uh, it was disgusting.

It smelled putrid.

- It's confused

because she's black.

- Excuse me.

- Oh, no, no, no, no

offense intended, darling.

Now, I'm sorry, but look at it

from his perspective, all right.

I mean, he knows that the Nazis

are the most racist people

on the planet.

You are clearly of

Afro-Caribbean descent.

There is no way that

they would've allowed her

in their army.

He's confused.

- Okay, this is all

getting very weird.

- Stormtroopers here, too.

Here, tell that officer

up ahead to slow down

and keep his eyes peeled.

- All right, we've

thrown a police cordon

round the entire forest.

Now nothing can get out.

We'll have the murdering

bastard this time.

- Listen, before

you do anything,

let me talk to Bob

because I don't think

you're gonna be able to

stop him by physical means.

- Do you really give any credence

to this old man's fantasy?

Because I think your career's

pretty much blown if you do.

- Jack, do you really

believe that this Bob Pearce

is carrying out these murders

from beyond the grave?

- Yes, ma'am, I do believe that.

Bob Pearce was a patriot.

He died for his country

and I believe he thinks

that the Germans have

landed and are invading.

And if I am right, you're

gonna find a few surprises

that he's set for us up ahead.

- This man has confessed to

murdering his superior officer.

Shouldn't you be talking to

the CPS about a prosecution

instead of indulging

him in this stupidity?

- Excuse me.

- With me, boys.

This way.

It's not far.

- All

right, take it slow.

- Boys, keep left.

Hold back.

- Mother me.

- She's alive!

Get back!

- Why?

- God, no, get me down!

Get me down!

- Booby trap.

Get down!

- Grenades, take cover.

- Oh, God!

No, no!

Get me down.

- I don't know much about it,

but I don't think you can

delay a grenade that long

before it explodes.

- All right, everyone

stay where you are.

- Get me down!

- They might be ancient and

obviously pretty much dud

but they're still

dangerously volatile.

Someone help this lady.

- Oh, fuck

her, get me down!

- Go and get the bomb

disposal team and medics.

- Chief, ah!

- And take your time.

God knows what other booby

traps are in these woods.

- Ah, oh yeah.

Oh, oh.

- I don't think they're

gonna get anything

out of her for a

couple of hours.

Poor kid.

- Shouldn't we wait

for the others, sir?

- No, waste of time.

This is the area we

should be searching.

Clear evidence somebody's

been living here.

Quiet, quiet!

And whoever it is

is still around.

You should've been

more vigilant.

You two, take this idiot

back to the field hospital,

get me another one, get back

here as soon as possible.

You two with me.

- Oh!

- Tell 'em to stop.

- What's wrong?

- We're here.

- Captain.

Halt your men.

- What's the problem?

- You see that

rotting trunk there?

- Yeah.

- That is a chimney.

Now, if I remember correctly,

just over behind those bushes

was the escape hatch.

- Escape hatch.

Meadows, go and check

out that escape hatch.

- Yeah, this is the place.

- What do you mean

this is the place?

Jack, there's nothing here.

- You're standing on top of it.

- Yeah,

there's something here.

- Captain, I found

it but the ground slipped

and covered everything up.

This is the only way out.

- All right,

how do we open it?

- Oh right then.

Only thing I ever nicked

from the army was this.

Now, now.

Now, as I remember,

the catch ,

the catch was over this way.

Ah, there you are.

Come on now, Bob.

There are no Germans here.

They're all British.

There was no invasion.

Those bells, ah,

they were a mistake.

The RAF beat the

Germans in the sky

and then Hitler bought London.

He went and invaded

Russia instead.

And then all, all the decent

people in the bloody world

come to our side.

The Empire, the

Commonwealth, the Dominions,

even the Yanks got in.

Late as usual, but by God.

Anyway,

Bob, the only thing

that remains now

is something between you

and me and let's do this

man to man, face to

face, the way we would

back in 1940.

Come on out now,

old friend, please.

Come on out.

- Go!

- No, it's all right,

it's all right.

It's Bob.

It's Bob.

Bob, I'm... I want you to know

how sorry I am.

Those bells, it

wasn't the invasion.

It was a couple of kids

that broke into the church

for a lark.

And then you, you saw the orders

for me to kill you

and the others.

Bob.

I'm, I'm, I'm so sorry, mate.

I'm truly sorry.

I beg you, forgive me.

- You all right?

Jack.

Just breathe.

- All right, what's up?

You okay, sir?

- We need you back

to a safe distance

so we can get down

there and sort this out.

According to records, there's

enough unstable TNT down there

to blow up the whole

of Shafton Forest.

- I don't know how the hell

you're gonna write

this one up, gov.