All language subtitles for detectorists s02e02

Did you hear about old Bob Cromer?

- What about him?
- Exhumed, mate.

- What?
- Grave robbed.

By who?!

Nobody knows. Night hawks.

Rumour has it he was buried
with some of his best finds.

James I guinea, medieval
posy ring, that Viking torc.

They came in the night and dug him up.

Unbelievable.

- The things some people'll
do for gold. - Yeah.

Poor old Bob.

Bet he never thought he'd end
up on that end of a detector.

No...

The idea of what is considered beautiful

changes through time.
Like...

Well, back in the Tudor period,

you might've been considered
really attractive.

You know, scrawny, a bit
of beard and the hair.

Stick a ruff around your neck,

you could've been one of
Lizzie I's favourites.

Right, and how far back in
time would you have to go

before YOU were considered attractive?

Oh, no, no, no, I...

My time is right around the corner.

Within the next couple of years, I reckon.

I'm going to call it a
day and head into town.

I said I'd drop by the library.

Sophie's meeting Peter to
research that plane crash.

I can't get into it.
It's not old enough.

If it hasn't been forgotten,
I'm not interested.

- I'm on a different quest.
- Oh, yeah. What's that, then?

Oh, I dunno.

My heart has followed all my
days something I cannot name.

Blimey.

Yeah, I won't be able to rest
until I've danced the gold dance.

You're not coming, then?

- No, got plans.
- Oh, yeah, what you doin'?

Um? Oh, er, I gotta pop into Screwfix.

What you got?

Boat.

- What, a boat?
- Hmm?

No, B-O-A-T -- Bit Off A Tractor.

What, haven't you heard that one?

Course I haven't.
You just made it up.

Oh, it's an old one,
that is, like POACH.

Go on.

Part Of A Combine Harvester?

Bullshit.

- Hi.
- Hello.

- How are you?
- Good.

Um, listen, thank you for
helping me out with this.

It's all right.

- I'm a sucker for a bit of research.
- You're a what?

Doesn't matter.

- Are any of the others coming down?
- I don't think so. - That's good. - Yeah?

- Yeah, they were all so enthusiastic,
especially the main guy. - Terry.

- I'm worried they'll be
disappointed. - How come?

Well, even if we find the crash site,

- I don't think there'll be
much left of the plane. - Oh.

We're used to not finding very much
at the DMDC, that's what we do best.

Me?

I'm in fruit and veg.

I'm in fruit and vegetables.

Did you know... 90% of onions are
consumed in their country of origin?

There's hardly any
international trade in onions.

What, this old thing?

Oh, thank you. Well,
I've had it for years.

Do I drive?
Well, you, er...

You might have seen that yellow
car parked up outside? The, er...?

Yes. TR7.

Do you know about them?

Well, I've, er, I've actually
done quite a lot of work on her.

Re-sprayed her Aztec Yellow,
whereas the original would've been...

That's right.

...Mimosa Yellow.

And you, er...?

Do you have a car?

Really?

What, the one in, er...

Back To The Future?

I've given myself a year off.

I was fed up with my
job, so I jacked it in

and I'm travelling for a year.

I wrote a list of things I
want to achieve in this year

and one of those things was to
find my grandfather's resting place

...and lay a wreath.
- That's really nice.

I've been wanting to for a long time.

This year is the year
for getting things done.

So what else is on your list?
Don't say bungee jumping.

- Catch a big fish.
- OK.

Fall in love.

- Wait, isn't that on everybody's
list all of the time? - Is it?

I don't know. Wasn't
on mine for a long time.

But I'm ready now.
I'm going to make a concerted effort.

Right, yeah, cos that's
usually how it happens...

- Yeah? - Yeah, sure! I mean,
you decide to fall in love,

you try really hard and
then you fall in love.

- You're being sarcastic. - Yeah!
- Well done, very clever. - Thank you!

So what qualities are you
looking for in your new love?

- Sarcasm.
- Hmm!

As discussed, the summer fair
is going to be Dickens-themed

and I'd like all attending staff
in Victorian dress, if you would.

Um, this costume hire
company has a nice range.

Expensive, but worth it.

As I'm sure you're all aware, last year,

Oakfield Lane Primary School
raised 5,000 at their annual fete

and I'm determined we're
going to beat that.

Um... could I ask you all

not to double park outside
the front of the school?

Mr Dale had to get to Asda
yesterday and he couldn't get out.

Well, where are we supposed to go, then?!

I'm having to park further and
further away and walk the rest.

You only live a mile away, Janet.

Exactly!

It's hardly worth me driving in at all.

We need to sort out
some more parking spaces.

Hi.

Hey, Lance.

- It's Andy.
- Oh, yeah, Lance is the other guy.

- Funny little guy. - Funny
little guy? - Yeah, you know.

- How's it going?
- Good, good.

We found a newspaper article
and Sophie's gone to get coffee.

- Oh, great. Can I see?
- Yeah.

This is from the morning after
the crash, there's no photo

and they just said it was near
Henbury -- nothing more specific.

But it does say that the plane
came straight down nose-first

and pretty much buried
itself in the ground.

- And does it mention the crew?
- Um...

No, I don't think so.

Right, well, I found a
list of their names online.

It doesn't say what happened
to them, but it does say

that they're all accounted
for, which I don't understand.

- Which was your grandfather?
- Let me see.

Yeah, here -- Reinfrit Schneider.

- Forward gunner.
- Right.

Here's Sophie.

Andy! I thought you said you
might not be able to make it?

Yeah, but I managed to.

Great.

Can I...?

Yeah, yeah.

So...

Peter showed me the article.

Yeah. I'm hopin' other papers might
have photographs of the crash site,

...so we should carry on looking.
- Yeah.

- It's quite a lot to go
through, actually. - Right.

Shall we just crack on with that,
then, or did you want to...?

Oh, no, yeah, I'll... I'll
let you crack on with that.

I've got some shopping to do, so....

- See you later.
- Yep, see ya.

- Cheers.
- Cheers, Lance.

It's Andy.

Andy.

The residents of Whitehall Lodge
are complaining that the parents

are parking their cars in the
residents-only parking bays.

We must make sure that the parents
know they're not allowed to do that.

Similarly, parents are parking
on the yellow zigzag lines

in front of the school and
we must make sure they know

they can't do that, even if
they're just dropping off.

Er, any other business?

- Frances? - Are we allowed
to park on Meadow View Road?

It's just it doesn't say
anywhere it's residents-only.

But they're claiming the same
parking restrictions stretch around

from Church Road, even though
there aren't any, um... signs.

Well, if there aren't any signs,

- it means there aren't any
parking restrictions! - Right.

- So can I park there?
- No!

Becky?

Sorry, I have to go.

Hey.

I've just walked out of
a stupid staff meeting!

Cos they're all a bunch of
small-minded idiots, who can only

talk about how bloody difficult
it is to park their fucking cars!

Bloody hell, you sound
furious. Are you all right?

Hang on, hang on a second, Becks.

It made me realise, Andy, I
really need to get out of here.

I want to talk to you some
more about this VSO thing.

'I think we should do it, the three of us.

'You should hear Martin talking
about it -- it sounds wonderful.'

'Andy?

Sorry, I got distracted.
I'll see you at home.

- Er, I'd better take this.
- Mm-hmm.

Hello?

All right, it's me. Where are you?

I told you -- Screwfix.

Oh, yeah. I forgot.

Have they got a mariachi band playing?

Oh, yeah, I know...

They're having a Mexican afternoon.

Er, no, I just...

I forgot to ask whether
you're going to the club.

All right.
I'll see you there.

Oh, can you get me some masonry nails?

- Galvanised.
- Yeah, OK. Mmm.

I better go -- they're
bringing out the pi�ata.

Adi�s.

Hello?

I'm in here.

All right, sweary!

Was I swearing a lot?

Yeah, an unnecessary amount, I'd say.

Oh, God! I was just about to break!

I'd had all that I could take
of their petty parking problems

and their fete, for goodness' sake!
- Are you rapping?

- No, I think it was just a fluke.
- Say something else.

I want a change, Andy!
I want to get out of that school

and try something else,
go somewhere else.

- No, none of that really rhymed.
- I wasn't trying to rhyme.

- Oh, sorry, what were you saying?
- Doesn't matter.

They can't fire you, can they, for
storming out of a staff meeting?

I didn't storm, I just left.

We'd really be up shit
creek if you lost your job.

- I want to show you this.
- Don't hand in your notice just yet.

Oh, you'll never guess what I saw.

Looks like Lance has taken our
advice to try internet dating.

I saw him holding hands with a girl,

when he said he was going
to the DIY shop.

Yeah, nobody we know?

- No, really young, much
younger than him. - How young?

Twenties.

They were in a cafe.
He didn't see me.

And they were... holding hands?

Well, yeah, touching hands, flirting.

He was adamant
he wasn't going to try it,

but I don't know how else
he could've met her so fast.

- Why don't you just ask him?
- Nah, he can tell me when he's ready.

What's that? What's that?

That's a denarius.

Can you say "silver
denarius of Marcus Aurelius"?

Nah.

Here it is. It seems it came
down so straight and so fast

that the hole sort of
filled itself in afterwards.

Always fill in your holes.

Bad taste, Russell.

It was so deep, they just left it.
It looks like it's never been disturbed.

- And look -- this tower.
- Yeah, that's St Giles.

I can see this tower from
where I park my camper.

Well, that's where we should start.

Can you tell where this
photo was taken from?

It's hard to tell.

Yeah, you can only see
the top of the church.

We should get down there
and have a look.

Listen, Terry, um...
if we find the site,

I'll need to apply for a licence
of Ministry of Defence to dig it.

I was wondering if the DMDC
could do that on my behalf?

It might look better
coming from a club.

No problem at all, mate.

And here's an idea.

What if, when we locate the wreckage,

we have the annual rally on the site, eh?

Get everyone down, more the merrier,
barbecue -- make a day of it!

- Can I keep some of the wreckage?
- Well, I don't know about that, Hugh.

- I'll bring a wheelbarrow.
- Hang on a second, guys,...

this is not what I had in mind, um...

I want to find the site,
pay my respects,

- I don't necessarily want lots of people there.
- We'll cordon it off.

Hello?

Mr Mayor?

Er, could I have a word, Terry?

Certainly, Mr Mayor.

Well, this is an honour, sir.

How may I be of assistance?

After a bit of a favour, actually,
from you metal detectors.

Detectorists.

- Beg your pardon? - Doesn't
matter. - Ah. Um, damnedest thing --

I... seem to have mislaid my
ceremonial chain of office

and I thought maybe you
could find it for me.

Absolutely, no problem at all, sir.
I'll get a team on it straight away.

- Russell? - No, no, no, no
need to. Silly to involve him...

Russell runs our new
jewellery retrieval service.

- The mayor here has lost his
chain of office. - His what?

It's a ceremonial chain.
You know, it shouldn't be

too difficult to find -- big chunky thing.

- I'll get Hugh. - No, no,
no, no need to... - Hugh!

The mayor's lost his necklace.

Hugh runs the jewellery
retrieval service with Russell.

They've had a lot of success.

- Had quite a few stories in the local
paper, you may have seen them. - No.

- I have a scrapbook, if
you want to see it? - No. Thank you.

I don't want to make a big fuss.
Silly to involve too many people.

So where did you say you lost it?

Ah, somewhere in the long
grass, or in the bushes,

up near the car park by
Barnfather Woods.

The car park near Barnfather Woods?

Yes, you know, the one up... up... there.

The place where all the
cars go after dark?

I have no idea what
happens there after dark.

I was, er, walking my dog and, er,
it got caught on a branch and, er,

pinged off into the undergrowth.

Right, well, we'd better
get up there, then.

- In the bushes, on the left-hand
side of the car park. - OK. - Yeah.

As soon as you can.

Um, if we do manage to find it...

- Yes? - All right to
call the local papers down?

- Take a photo?
- For the scrapbook.

No. No.

You see, because, um... Cos
that wouldn't do at all.

I... I was going to make an anonymous
donation to the club if you found it

and I don't like to boast
about my charity work,

so any publicity might prevent
me from making such... a donation.

Do you see?

- Yes, I think so.
- Fantastic.

There we are.

You ever thought about what kind
of dance you'd do if you found gold?

Oh, no. It's bad luck
to practise beforehand.

It has to be spontaneous.

Yep.

Yeah, I've... I've no idea
what'll come out on the day,

- but I imagine it'll be exuberant.
- Not too exuberant, though.

- Remember what happened
to Derek Hoof. - Oh, yeah.

- Dislocated a hip.
- It wasn't even gold in the end, was it?

- Milk bottle top.
- Embarrassing.

- Hi. - Mornin'.
- Wotcha. - All right?

Ooh, so... this is it?

The famous metal detector?

It's the CTX, yeah.

She's one of the first in the country.

I've souped her up a bit.
Fitted her with a larger coil.

- I might give her another coat of
wax midway through the season. - Oh.

How does it work?

- What's the on button?
- Well, no, I don't really like to switch her on

so close to the car,
overhead power cables.

- It might overload...
- Look at me!

- I'm going to find some treasure.
- You won't find anything here!

You haven't got it on the right...
No! Hey! You haven't got it on...

It made some noise,
guys, I found something.

It's on the wrong setting. It'll be
a drinks can, so close to the road!

- It's just going to be modern litter.
- Give me a spade. This is great!

- Come on, you don't want to dig it up now.
- What's the reading?

35, is that good?

- No, it's iffy, you know, it
doesn't mean anything. - 35?

- Give me the spade.
- Well...

Well, dig it up, if you like,
but you're wasting your time.

- I tell you what, maybe we should...
- No way, man, this is my treasure.

Coke can.

- Told you, didn't I?
- Yeah, you did.

- I said it was a drinks can, didn't I?
- Unbelievable.

And you didn't listen.

- Unbelievable.
- Ridiculous.

- It's always the virgins.
- Yeah. - It's always the same.

Ones who go out on a first
time think they know best.

- Would he listen?
- What was it? A drinks can!

- It was only ever
going to be junk. - Ha!

Is it true what Sophie's told me --

- that Terry got blown up by a
bomb last year? - Afraid so.

- Threw him 40 foot in the air, he reckons.
- I'd have never believed

the world of metal detecting
was so full of danger and peril.

- Believe it, baby. - Extreme
sport. - Fast and furious.

Speaking of which, hold on to
your hats, ladies and gents,

there's a Saxon round tower and church.

Boom.

Not much to go on.

We can walk in a big circle around
it and look out for features.

Yeah, all right.
Call if you find anything.

Oh... OK.

Well, this is our permission anyway,
so wanna do a couple of hours?

- Go on, then.
- See you in a bit.

I thought you were going to pass out
when he grabbed your detector.

Well, do you have a strum
on Bob Dylan's guitar

- without asking him?
- No. -No!

A man's detector's like his...

- His what? - Woman.
- Woman?!

You know what I mean.

- You don't touch another man's detector.
- Or his woman.

Exactly.

Did you see the look on his face?

I thought he was going to cry.

- You shouldn't have taken his detector.
- I couldn't help it.

You don't mess with
Lance's metal detectors.

He's got more than one?

Legend has it, he has a false
bookcase that pulls back

to reveal a secret cabinet full of them.

- Yeah?
- That's what they say.

So weird!
Why do you hang out with them?

- They're not weird.
- Yeah, they are! They're freaks!

You're relatively normal
compared to them.

I like them. They're my friends.

I'm not too keen on Terry's idea of
holding the rally at the crash site.

It's supposed to be a special moment.

Oh, he means well. It's just, once
he's got an idea in his head...

Could you... speak with him,
try to make him change his mind?

I can try.

Thanks.

I didn't mean to insult your friends.

You're forgiven.

They ARE weird.
That's why I like them.

Oh... God!

Who are they?

They look like...

Simon and Garfunkel.

Opal Fruits.

Yeah.

- TOFFOs?
- TOFFOs, good one.

- Spangles?
- Lazy!

Yeah, sorry.

So, Becky said she saw
you with someone, in town.

- Oh, yeah? Who?
- I dunno, a woman.

When?

Tuesday, I think, afternoon.

I dunno, er...

Maybe it's the old lady
from downstairs.

No, I think it was someone younger.

Well, Mrs Morris looks young for her age.

- Well, how old is she?
- 93.

Definitely someone younger.

Message from Sophie.

"S&G alert -- heading your way."

What's an S&G alert?

Hello there!

Old friends.

Indeed.

- Been a long time, hasn't it?
- It has.

A lot of water under the bridge.

- Troubled water.
- Pardon?

Troubled water, that the bridge is over.

We just bumped into
Sophie and her boyfriend.

- I don't think they're a couple.
- Ooh, did I touch a nerve?

No.

They told us about the plane crash.

- They told you?
- He did, yeah.

Plane crash, grandad.
Mmm, very moving story.

- What you getting at?
- But is that the real reason, hmm?

Or is there something else?

Something you're hoping you might find?

- The first one.
- Really? - Really.

You don't need metal
detectors to lay a wreath.

- Oh, wise words.
- Mm-hm!

We wanted to see you,
actually, to thank you.

- We have formed a brand-new
club. - Is that so? - Yes.

You did us a big favour when you absorbed

some of our less-committed
members, allowed us to streamline.

We are now a highly efficient unit

comprising a dozen or
so elite detectorists.

- What you called?
- The Dirt Sharks.

- Ew! Really?
- Yuck!

And what's wrong with the Dirt Sharks?

- Sounds a bit, you know...
- Aggressive.

- Invasive.
- I don't think so.

- Predatory.
- Predatory, yes.

Sharks are highly efficient hunters.

And you, with your metal
detectors, are like sharks swimming,

not through water, but through dirt,

and hunting for metal instead of food?

Yeah, exactly.

- Oh, yeah, that's good, that is.
- Yeah, it works.

- It's good. - Well done.
- Yeah.

So what, are you, er, looking
to share our permissions,

cos, um, you got two hopes of that --

Bob and no.

It's amazing! Why is it I understand so
very little of what you say?

Cos you're as thick as two short plonks.

- Planks.
- You're welcome.

Come on, Paul.

Don't.

What a mallet!

Why are they here? What
do they think they know?

Phone Sophie.

Make sure Peter knows not
to say anything else.

- Tell him to keep schtum.
- The sound of silence.