All language subtitles for detectorists.s01e01.proper.720p.hdtv.x264-tla

Anything?

Fuck all.

Three shotgun caps and a blakey.

What you got?

Ring-pull.

'83.

Tizer.

~ What do you do with them?
~ Bag them up. Stick 'em on eBay.

People buy this shit.

Sad tits.

You said it.

♪ Will you search through
the lonely earth for me?

♪ Climb through the briar brambles

♪ I'll be your treasure

♪ I'm waiting for you

♪ I'm waiting for you. ♪

~ See University Challenge last night?
~ Yeah. ~ Anything?

No.

You?

Nah.

Nearly got Benjamin Britten.

~ You can't nearly get an answer
right. ~ I had it in my head.

Didn't say anything. Chickened out.

~ Were you on your own? ~ Yeah.

But you were still too scared
to say it out loud?

~ Yeah. ~ Doesn't count.

I know.

Should have gone for it.

I know.

You going up the club Tuesday?

~ What's happening?
~ Terry's giving a talk on buttons.

~ Buttons? ~ You heard me!
~ Christ! Sod that!

Yeah. I think I'll give that a miss.

Here. Did I ever tell you about the
beautiful old battle-axe

~ I once found? ~ Yeah. You married her.
~ I married her.

~ Have I done that one for you before?
~ Well, you've said it before, yeah.

A few times. Wouldn't exactly call
it a stand-up routine.

You've added the word "beautiful"
since the last time you said it.

Yeah. Well, she was beautiful,
Mags. Mental, though.

And that's why I divorced her.

She left you for the manager
of Pizza Hut.

Yeah. Mental!

She was a hippy, you know...
into crystals and all that shit.

Used to wear vanilla perfume.

~ Oh, yeah. ~ Stank like Play-Doh.
~ Heads up. Who's this?

Don't know.

~ Hi. ~ Hello.
~ I saw you in the field earlier.

Sorry to interrupt,
but are you metal detectors?

No, my dear.

This is a metal detector.

We are metal detectorists.

Oh, right. Sorry.

Not a problem at all.

~ I'm Sophie. ~ Pleased to meet you,
Sophie. I'm Lance and this is...

~ Andy. ~ I'm a student. History
student. I thought it would

be interesting to know
what kind of things you guys find.

~ Local history. ~ Wise choice, Sophie.
What you got there, Andrew? ~ Um...

Bits and pieces.

A Victorian penny, and then
Battle of Britain. That's nice.

~ Worth a few quid on the interweb.
~ Won't do it, mate. ~ Idiot!

~ Why not? ~ I don't sell my finds.
I don't agree with it.

He must have half a tonne of scrap
round at his place.

Hope you're up to date
with your tetanus, mate!

Don't know why he doesn't
invest in some jiffy bags.

~ He could give up the cleaning job.
~ Are you a cleaner? ~ No.

~ He is a cleaner.
~ It's a temping agency.

~ They get me all kinds of work.
~ All kinds of cleaning work.

~ Mainly, yeah. ~ Andy here is
studying for an archaeology degree.

~ Been doing it for...
How long is it, mate? ~ Long time.

But I'll get there and
when I'm a qualified archaeologist,

~ that's when I get to see
the good stuff. ~ Bone.

Bits of pot.
Swap his detector for a palette knife

and spend the rest of his life
scraping the dirt off dirt.

No, thank you! Show me to
the non-ferrous metals, mate!

~ Do you guys belong to a club? ~ DMDC.

Danebury Metal Detecting Club?

In the Scout hall, opposite
the Two Brewers on the high street.

Oh, right. And what
sort of thing happens there?

Well, we compare finds,
discuss the hobby.

Sometimes we get a guest speaker in.

This Tuesday, Terry, club president,
is giving a talk on buttons.

~ Buttons? ~ You heard him.
~ Wow, outrageous(!)

You guys going along?

~ Yeah. ~ Yeah. Probably.
~ Yeah, we'll be there.

Will it be OK for me to pop in?

~ Yeah. ~ Don't see why not.

OK, cool.
Well, I'll see you there, then.

See you.

~ Bye. ~ Bye, Sophie.

Could be good, buttons.

Yeah...

Yeah.

Hello.

~ All right? ~ Yeah. You? ~ Yeah.

~ You're late. ~ Yeah, I went to the
pub. ~ Oh. Which one? ~ The Brewers.

~ The Two Brewers? ~ Yeah.

The pub on the corner of our road?

Yeah.

~ Oh, nice. ~ Sorry. I should have
phoned. ~ Might have been nice.

I was with Lance. I didn't think
you'd want to hang out with Lance.

You think he's a bit of a dick.

I think you're a bit of a dick
as well, but I hang out with you.

Might have been nice to have a drink
on a Saturday night

at the end of my road,
with a couple of dicks.

Sorry.

~ Did you find anything good today?
~ Nah. Not much.

Right.

Are you all right?

Are you pissed off with me
detecting?

No, I don't mind, if you enjoy it,

if it's helping
towards your studies.

I need to find a new place
to search.

All we turn up these days is litter
and ring-pulls.

This is the land of the Saxons.

I want to discover where they buried
their warriors and their kings.

~ Instead of where they had their
snacks and soft drinks? ~ Exactly.

But we're on it.

~ We're going to strike gold soon
and then we'll be rich. ~ Oh, cool.

We'll go to Africa. I'll set up
my school. You can go and dig holes.

~ Can Lance come? ~ No!

I did find a good penny.

Young Victoria. 1865.

Shut up!
That's been in the ground 150 years.

Imagine who dropped that a century
and a half ago.

~ Oh, yeah, brilliant(!) ~ You cow.

~ Still think I'm brilliant?
~ Course I do.

You're my Lord Carnarvon,
my Howard Carter.

~ You're going to discover
the Valley of the Kings. ~ In Essex.

In Essex.

~ Can you see anything? ~ Yes!

Wonderful things!

Hello, love.

You all right?

Yeah. Just off to work.

~ You all right? ~ Yeah, good.
~ Business good?

~ Oh, it's all right,
you know? ~ Good. Good.

Cos I just... I know... I found your
Purple...Rain album and I wondered...

Do you want me to drop that round?

~ Oh, yeah. Would you mind? ~ Yeah.

Sure. Cos...I thought you...

I know you like that song
When Doves Cry.

~ When Doves Cry, yeah.
~ You got a record player...?

Tony's got one.
Really nice vintage one.

~ Oh, good. ~ He's here, actually.
You should say hello.

~ Oh, you're all right, cos...
~ TONY, LANCE IS HERE!

Er...

Hello, mate. Long time no see.

~ Yep.
~ Did you just pop in to say hello?

No, I needed a...scented candle.

~ Didn't think they were your style.
For you? ~ Just a present for someone.

Ooh! A girl?

~ No. ~ A boy?

No. A girl, yeah.

~ Girlfriend? ~ No.

Well... Yeah.

Ooh!

~ Who is she? ~ Oh, no-one.
Just...someone.

What flavour?

~ Pardon? ~ The candle.

Oh...
I don't know. What have you got?

~ I like bergamot and vetiver. ~ Mm.

I'll just have a vanilla.

~ Always think
they smell like minicabs. ~ £3.75.

~ Cheers. ~ Do you want your change?
~ Cheers, Mags. Bye.

Yeah, bye, love.

Bollocks, mate!
You just want to see that girl again.

Yes, you do. I can read you like
a book. Anyway, she won't turn up.

Good. Well, you won't be
disappointed, then, will you?

No, come round mine.

I'll knock you up a ruby
and we can head over together.

Anything you don't eat?

Yeah. Apart from meat and fish.

OK. Hold on.

Ted! Is it all right if I knock
off after I've done those aubergines?

Yeah, OK. Back in an hour.

Adios.

Hey.

Lance has invited us

round for a curry before we head
over to the club tonight.

Do you want to come?

Obviously not! For so many reasons,

not least of which is the fact
I'm not really invited.

You're just saying that cos
I had a go at you the other night.

What's happening at the club
tonight?

~ Buttons?!
~ You heard me. Do you want to come?

Fuck off!

~ All right. I love you. See you
later. ~ Yeah, you too. See you later.

♪ I've lived in a box by the rails

♪ Only thing you use, you don't fail

♪ When you live in a box
by the rails

♪ Don't comb your hair,
don't comb your tail

♪ Sweep my mess away

♪ Leave my body, leave my bones

♪ Leave me home and leave my soul

♪ Leave me nothing
I don't need at all

♪ Nothing I don't need at all. ♪

Nice tits.

Why, thank you.

~ Something smells... ~ Delicious? ~ No.

Something just smells.

Very droll.

Here, stick those peelings
in the compost for me, would you?

You've only got a balcony.
What do you use compost for?

Never know
when it might come in handy.

What's that?

Dunlop SP244, isn't it?

So, I was reading cos of the hot
dry summer we've had,

a lot of the earth works
and archaeological sites have

started to show up as dry
patches in the fields.

Right, so I had a look
on Google Earth.

Looked round the local areas,
scanning the fields,

~ see what I could see.
~ Right. ~ And look.

Hembristone. You know
those cabbage fields off the B1010?

Well, look at this,

ring-shaped feature in the field.

OK.

Iron Age roundhouse.
But wait, there's more.

Move to the left and voila!

Another one.

But move again to the left
and here's yet another.

Slightly larger circular feature,
but this is different.

This one has some sort of entrance
leading to an enclosure. A gateway.

All in a line.

Iron Age settlement.

~ Iron Age settlement?
~ Look at it. Right there.

Mate, you look at it.

Notice anything?

What? No.

Do these features seem to
spell anything?

No.

Wait, erm...

G-O-O...

~ Oh, fucking...
~ Do they seem to spell Google?

~ Fuck it! ~ You prick.

~ It's the Google Earth watermark.
~ It's the Google Earth watermark.

Well, I bet you've
fallen for that before.

Yeah, but I realised within
15 seconds and I never told anyone.

No, look. Tell you where we want to
be. I've been doing my own recon.

This farm, here.

~ I don't remember anyone ever going
there before, do you? ~ No.

Look, this is the original Roman
road running up the side.

Where you've got Roman, who's to say
you haven't got Saxon as well?

We all know there's
a Saxon ship burial

somewhere in this part
of the county.

We've just got to find it first.

Saxon hoard.

~ It's basically the Holy Grail
of treasure hunting. ~ Well, no.

The Holy Grail is
the Holy Grail of treasure hunting.

If you're going to be pedantic

the Ark of the Covenant
is the Holy Grail.

Let's talk to Terry,
see if he knows who owns this land.

Kerchink.

Ching!

And though occasionally a button
will turn up with some

sort of decoration or insignia,
the majority, and I mean the vast

majority, as you've seen from my
slides, are completely featureless.

And so, if you think
about the number of buttons

our predecessors
had on their clothes,

compared with the number of coins

they would be carrying in their
pockets, is it any wonder that we

find many more buttons
in our day-to-day detecting

than we do coins?

So the humble, boring button is
a very real piece of social history.

Lights, please, Sheila.

Sheila?

Thanks, darling.

Button.

So, any questions?

Nobody?

Righto, then.

Ahem. Club notices.

Now, some of you have been
complaining about other

detecting clubs
muscling in on your sites.

Yes, it's those
wankers from the Antiquisearchers.

~ They're spying on us. ~ Russell...

I spent weeks researching that site,
putting together a portfolio,

only to find that someone had got
there the day before me

and secured permission.

The Antiquisearchers are officially
affiliated with the museum.

I find it very hard to believe
that they would be that underhand.

To be on the safe side, I will not
be accepting any new members

until the beginning of next season.

Hello.
Is this the metal detecting club?

~ Hello, Sophie. Everybody,
this is my friend Sophie. ~ Hi!

Welcome to the mass ranks
of the Danebury Metal Detecting Club.

~ Come in. Come in.
~ I hope you don't mind.

I was just interested in seeing
what was going on

and what kind of things you'd found.

I understood there was going to be
a talk about buttons?

~ I'm Russell. ~ Welcome, Sophie.
You are very welcome.

I'm afraid you've just
missed my talk about buttons,

but I'll very happily do a recap.

~ No! ~ Please, no!
~ That's OK. Don't worry. Thank you.

Well, take a seat, Sophie,

and welcome to the
Danebury Metal Detecting Club.

~ What happened to "no new members",
Terry? ~ Sorry?

You just said we're not
accepting any new members.

~ It's all right. ~ Sophie's cool.
We know Sophie.

There we are, then.

~ If we are all in agreement...
Welcome, Sophie. ~ Thank you.

~ What do you think?
~ Yeah, it was interesting.

How was the talk on buttons?

Adrenalin-fuelled.

~ What's next week?
~ Monster Munch packets.

This land belongs to one
Lawrence Bishop. Mad as a frog.

People have tried to get permission,
but he always refuses.

Doesn't want people digging around
on his land. Very odd character.

~ Yeah? ~ Yeah, his wife disappeared
years back.

Back when I was on the force.

I wasn't involved in the case,
personally,

but I know they had a very
big file on it.

They watched him for years.
Couldn't ever get anything on him.

Not even enough to get a warrant
out to search his land.

That doesn't bode well!

That's got to be a first.
Student buys round!

Yeah, funny.

~ What are you studying?
~ Ancient history.

Oh, wow.
You're in the right place! Ha-ha!

You want to get yourself a detector
and get out there in the mud.

I'll take you out, if you like.

~ That'd be good. Someone text me
when you going out next? ~ Saturday?

I can't do Saturday.
I'm taking Mags and her mum to bingo.

~ Again? ~ Who's Mags? Is that
your wife? ~ Ex-wife. She uses him.

She doesn't use me. I want to help.

~ Why can't the Pizza Hut manager
take them? ~ I like doing it.

Bollocks, mate.
You want to forget her, otherwise

she'll keep on taking the piss.
Move on.

Cheers for the advice, mate,
that I neither asked for nor wanted.

Mind your own bloody business.

~ What about you, Andy? Have you got
a wife? ~ Me? No, no. I'm not married.

~ Shall I get us another one in?
~ It's my round. Same again? ~ Um...

No, I'd better get going.
Early start in the morning.

That's got to be a first!
Student gets up early!

Oh, funny(!)

We're going to call it a night too,
aren't we, darling?

Ah. Tango class in the morning.

~ No, it's tap tomorrow, Terry.
~ Course! It's Wednesday! Ha-ha!

~ Bye, all. ~ Night-night. ~ See you.

~ After you, madam. ~ Thank you.

What was that about?

~ What? ~ You know what.

~ What? ~ Why didn't you mention Becky
when she asked if you were married?

I'm not married.

No, but you've got a long-term
girlfriend called Becky.

~ Who I was about to mention and I was
interrupted, remember? ~ Oh, right.

Yeah.

What were you
saying before they left?

~ Your ex-wife taking the piss? ~ No.
Something about "same again".

~ Same again? ~ Yeah, thanks very much.

~ You do. ~ I don't. ~ You do. You always
mention what she's wearing.

That's because I don't like what
she's wearing.

You say it every time
she comes on the telly.

I never like what she's wearing.

~ I don't fancy Fiona Bruce.
~ Yes, you do!

No, I don't. I tried once.

Thought she'd be a good
person off the TV to fancy,

but I couldn't manage it,
didn't get very far.

~ Who do you fancy off the telly?
~ No-one springs to mind. ~ Bullshit!

~ There must be someone.
~ No, I can't think of anyone.

~ Susanna Reid! ~ No.
You're the only one for me, Becks.

Idiot.

You still on for going
to my sister's tomorrow?

~ Oh, I'm going out with Lance.
~ Oh, what? ~ Sorry, I forgot.

~ Jesus! You spend more time with him
than you do with me! ~ No, I don't.

~ What time are you going? ~ For lunch!

Oh, we'll probably be
finished by then anyway. We're just

~ going to see some mad landowner,
try and get his permission. ~ Right,

and if he gives you permission,
you'll want to go detecting.

~ True. ~ Have to hope he doesn't, then.
~ Fingers crossed.

Oh, can we switch over?
She's starting to make me feel sick!

~ QI? ~ Yes!

~ Did you hear that on QI last night?
~ Oh, I knew it before it was on QI.

Right.

It was just a coincidence that you
said it the day after it was on QI.

Just reminded me of it, that's all.

Here we are.

You think this is wise?

Tell you what, let me do the talking.
I'll turn on the charm.

You're just a bit...awkward.

Yeah, cheers.

Don't try
any of your stand-up on him.

Get back! Go on!
Get back in there!

Get down! Stay back in there!

~ Yes? ~ Sorry to disturb you, sir.
~ Have you come about the...?

~ The? ~ The...

What have you come about?

~ No, you're not actually
expecting us. ~ Am I not?

No, we're actually metal
detectorists.

We were wondering if you'd give us

~ your permission to
detect on your land. ~ Good Lord!

~ Was it a competition? ~ Pardon?
~ Did I send off for it?

No. I guess it's just your lucky day.

Fascinating.

Cup of tea?

Don't mind the dogs.

They're a bit boisterous,
but they're only being friendly.

Push them off the sofa
if they're in the way.

They shouldn't even
be on the furniture.

~ So... Mr Bishop... ~ Larry, please.

~ Larry, you've never given anyone
permission before. ~ No, never.

~ So, no-one's ever
detected on this land? ~ No.

There was that dig years ago.

~ Sorry. Dig, Larry?
~ Archaeological dig, before the war.

My grandfather told me about it
when I was wearing short trousers.

When I was a child.

~ Yes. ~ Yes, and did they f-find
anything? ~ No. They didn't have time.

Dug a couple of trenches,
then the war happened,

and they had more important things
to spend the money on.

Any idea what they were looking for?

No idea.

So, Larry, er...

~ would you mind if we had a little
look around? ~ Not at all.

Let me know what you turn up.

Stay out of the paddock
on Birchwood Road.

Don't go digging down there.

~ Okey-doke. ~ Right, will do.
We'll stay out of there.

Anyone seen my phone?

Bloody dogs have hidden it,
have they?

Have one of you beasts
stolen my telephone?

Come back here, you little shitters!
Come on! Come on! Come here!

Come on, I know your game.

Come on.

This is it, mate.
This is the big one.

This is exactly what
happened at Sutton Hoo.

They abandoned it because of the war,
then they went back to finish it off.

They sort of left it all to us.

This time next year,
we're going to be millionaires!

Mate,
maybe we should do this properly -

mark out the site with a grid
system, do it area by area,

~ make sure we cover everything.
~ Sod that! Let's get detecting!

We should survey the site
for a couple of days before we even

~ turn the detectors on.
~ Oh, too late. I turned it on!

I've got a good feeling
about this, mate.

When they were looking for Richard
III, first hole they dug, bingo!

~ Fuck it! You're right. ~ This is going
to be massive. You mark my words.

Here we go.

Get ready...

to get rich.

What you got?

Biscuit wrapper.

Mint Viscount '75.