All language subtitles for Detectorists.S02E06.Episode.6.1080p.BluRay.REMUX.AVC.FLAC.2.0-MJOLNiR

How's it going?

Oh.

Choppy.

I was getting nothing
but iffies and pops,

so I cranked up discrimination,
dropped her down a cog,

wound her up full chat.

- You?
- Yeah.

She was just giving me
chatter on the long arm,

so sunk out the threshold

and cheated a couple of
ground inches on the back nine.

Anything? Hot rocks and grots.

What have you got?

Ring pull.

'82.

Something fruity.

Could be Quatro.

Could be Lilt.

♪ Will you search through
the lonely earth for me ♪

♪ Climb through the
briar and bramble? ♪

♪ I'll be your treasure ♪

♪ I'm waiting for you ♪

♪ I'm waiting for you ♪

So, what did she say?

Found the letter and read it.

Furious.

I mean, like,
spitting with rage.

Bloody hell. Sounds terrifying.

I know. Hell has
no fury like... Becky.

I should have told her
as soon as I got the job.

I don't know why I have this
compulsion to keep secrets.

So, what you gonna do?

Oh, I don't know.

I just don't think I'm
driven enough for her.

You know, I'm not
ambitious enough.

No shame in that.
Ambition's overrated.

On TV, all these people
reaching for the stars.

Striving to be the best.

Looks exhausting.

I suppose, you know,
not being ambitious

doesn't mean you
have to stagnate.

It means you're not tied down.

You're free to go where
the wind blows you.

Yeah, but how does that
fit in with Becky's way?

Well, fits in
perfectly, doesn't it?

I mean, Becky can
be the driving force,

take you and Stan to new places,

and you'll be
there to rein her in

and protect her when necessary.

Christ's sake, mate.

Where do you get these
nuggets of wisdom from?

Very wise man.

Mate, could...

Mate?

It's Sophie.

- Hello.
- Hey.

Sophie.

Hello, Stanley.

You good?

- Support the head.
- Support the head.

Yeah. I know.

Where have you been?

- Metal detecting.
- Metal detecting.

Anything?

- Iffies and pops.
- Hot rocks and grots.

So I just find out a few things
that made me feel even shitter

than I did already.

Turns out Peter is banned

from owning a metal
detector in Germany.

No way.

Nighthawking.

Found guilty of two counts
of disturbing war graves.

Bastard.

Oh, well, you weren't to know.

You knew.

I just didn't listen.

Well, even if there
is gold on that plane,

doesn't do anything for me.

Wrong kind of gold.

You coming to the rally?

Terry's called a meeting
to discuss the finer points.

No, I think I'll stay away.

Gonna go home for a few days.

Yeah? When you back?

Next weekend.

- See you then?
- Yeah.

Good boy.

Good luck with the rally.

Safe.

Hey.

- All right?
- Yeah.

Was he good?

Yeah, he had a lovely time.

- Can we talk about this?
- I thought we already had.

You shouldn't
have read that letter.

Don't make me lose my temper.

Not when I'm dressed
as a Victorian flower seller.

Okay.

Why are you dressed as
a Victorian flower seller?

It's the school fete
tomorrow. I told you.

Dickens themed.

We're staying at
my mum's tonight.

- So when can we talk?
- Some other time.

Here he is. Terrodactyl.

Sir Lancelot.

Hello, boys.

All ready for the rally?

Yeah, all going
well, mate. Yeah.

Lost the ice cream
van last minute

to Framlingham sausage
fest, but otherwise...

And can we expect a
few down, do you think?

Yeah, should be a
few coming down, yeah.

Yeah, hoping to
welcome some members

from the Letchworth Locators.

Steve and Gladys Langley
from the Uxbridge Unearthers.

I know, I know.

And quite a few from
the Romford Recoverers,

including Bob
Cromer's widow, Ann.

Don't mention the exhumation.

Yeah. Yeah.

Probably still a bit raw.

However, certain
people may try to infiltrate

who will not be welcome.

I didn't have a picture of those
two, so this will have to do.

But if you see any of
these three snooping about,

let me know.

I'll handle it from there.

Mm. Roger that.

Anyway, drinks?

Same again, girls?

I'll come and help.
Extra pair of hands.

Oh!

Ohh.

So are we gonna meet your
daughter at the rally, Lance?

'Fraid not.

Ohh.

Thought that was the idea.

Didn't you buy her a detector?

I think I might have
mucked that up.

Oh, dear.

Showered her with gifts,
and now she's scarpered.

Oh. But wasn't she
the one who found you?

Why would she
then just run away?

Probably thought I was a nutter.

Rubbish.

Probably came on a bit strong.

But what you've got
going for you now

is that she's met you, Lance.

And you're lovely.

So she's bound to come
back when she's ready.

Thanks, Sheila.

I'll let her decide.

Never realized how
often I'd thought about her

over the last 20 years.

I know.

Imagining every day what
they might be doing now.

Ha.

What they would look like.

- Yeah.
- Mm.

Exactly.

I know. Ha.

Hmm.

Hello, uh, Kate?

Yeah, it's me again. It's Lance.

Just thought I'd
leave you a message.

Um, ignore the other eight.

Especially the last one.

You haven't listened
to it yet, don't bother.

It's not very good.

Wasn't thinking straight.

I was sort of saying
that I-I didn't mind

if you didn't want
to see me again.

But I do mind.

Now that I've met you,
I don't want to lose you.

I-I want to be a
part of your life,

even if it's just a tiny part.

But you don't
have to call me dad.

You can call me
whatever you like.

And we don't have
to go ice-skating

or anything together.

Won't ask about your boyfriends.

Just don't disappear.

I don't think I could stand it.

Anyway, um, give us a call.

Let me know
everything's all right.

Yeah. Okay.

Bye.

So, what we've got here,
ladies and gentlemen,

is the wreckage of
a Second World War

German Junkers Ju 88

that we have managed
to save from nighthawks.

Now, as you can see,

we've already started
to take off the top layer

so we can see
what's left of the plane.

And Russell and Hugh are
gonna be working solely on this.

Now, the rest of you are free
to wander wherever you like

within the fields clearly
marked on your maps.

Well, it just remains for
me to say, have a great day!

Get your coils to the soil,

enjoy your metal detecting,

and by the end of the day

may you all have
danced the gold dance.

Right, come on in.

Well, it looks like we're
gonna have a nice day for it.

Be nice to see everyone
out detecting together.

See if their techniques
have changed.

How's your swing
coming along, Hugh?

Um, all right, I think.

Mm. Well, let's see it, then.

Yeah, very nice.

You want to hunch over a
bit more, though, you know?

Stoop over.

Your back's too straight.

Yeah, that's better.

Well, I'll see you at lunch.

Where are you gonna put it all?

Hoping a museum eventually.

If I can find the right
venue and funding.

The museum of
sharp, twisted metal?

Aviation archaeology museum.

Right.

I'll just put it my
garage for now.

Your mum and dad won't mind?

I don't live with
my mum and dad.

Why not?

Because I'm 32.

- You're what?
- 32.

- Years of age?
- Yeah.

So why have I been buying
you pints of Coke all this time?

'Cause you never ask me
if I want anything different.

I mean, why haven't you
been getting a round in

every once in a while if
you're thirty-bloody-two?

Have you got a syndrome?

What sort of syndrome?

I don't know. One that
makes you look young.

No.

Just look young.

32.

I feel like I've been groomed.

Sold any, Sheila?

Not yet, Lance.

How many have we got left?

127.

All our members have
already bought one.

Thought they might buy a
spare or a present for someone.

- Mm.
- Hang on.

Russell isn't wearing one.

Hugh!

Tell Russell to get up here,
put his hand in his pocket,

and buy a new fleece, would you?

He's right there.

Who's that, then?

- Terry.
- Yeah?

Terry.

Looks like we got a visitor.

Right.

You want back up?

Leave this to me.

Oi! You.

You're not
welcome at this rally,

you're not welcome on this site,

and you're not
welcome in this hobby.

This is my site. I led you here.

You wouldn't even know
about it if it wasn't for me.

This is not your site.

You gave up all claim on it

when you came down
here the other night to rob it!

- I wasn't here the other night.
- Well, that's a lie.

Like just about everything else
you said since you turned up.

The DMDC prides
itself on its conduct.

- We don't need people like you.
- What are people like me?

Liars.

Nighthawks. Scum of the earth.

Oh, we know all about
you. And what you've done.

We're all looking
for gold, Terry.

The only difference is how
far you're willing to go to find it.

Oh, there are more
differences than that, believe me.

I don't do this to get rich.

- Really?
- Really.

Then why are you
digging this site?

There's no gold in this plane!

Why would there be?

Whoever convinced you that
there was made a fool of you.

You're the ones
that did the digging.

Saved me from the hard work.

Thanks.

Time to move on.

You won't get far.

- Mate.
- What?

Hello.

Hello.

So...

This is it.

You all get together
in the middle of a field

to look for bits of metal,

and the one who finds the
best bit of metal is the winner?

Sort of, yeah.

It's not usually like this.

Detectorists are
usually solitary animals.

It's only at certain
times of the year

they gather together
in vast herds.

It's one of the wonders
of the natural world.

I'm sorry I ran away.

I'm sorry I scared you away.

It wasn't you.

- It was just...
- I know.

So, what are you gonna do?

I am gonna fix things with Mum.

- Yeah.
- But I'll come back.

And I'll open a
present each time I do.

Might take a long time.

We've got a long time.

Just, for God's sake,
don't buy any more.

There is one present
you should open now.

What is that?

Football.

Da-da!

Hope it's the right size.

Yeah. Thank you.

I love it.

- Only had it one color.
- Yeah?

Yeah.

- Thanks.
- Mate.

This is Kate. It's my daughter.

- Hi, Kate.
- Hello.

- I've heard a lot about you.
- Yeah?

Yeah, horrible things.

Don't listen to
him. He's an idiot.

Have you found anything?

Uh, just "canslaw."

What's canslaw?

It's like coleslaw but
made out of drinking cans.

You're kidding me.

No, there's a whole
vocabulary for you to learn.

Brand-new world.

Be all right on your own?

On my own?

Well, I was just gonna
go off and show Kate

how to use her detector.

Oh, yeah, see what you
mean. Yeah, of course. Yeah.

I've got to go pick up Stan,
so if I leave now I can get a lift.

Oh, you're not staying for the
prizes at the end of the day?

Nah. I'll see you later.

Nice to meet you, Kate.

And you.

So...

How's this work, then, Dad?

Well, once you get it unwrapped,

you'll find there's a
couple of dials at the top.

Keep it low. You're doing well.

- One-nil up.
- Yes!

Off metal detecting?

- Just been.
- Oh.

Find anything?

- Are you interested?
- Not really.

Right, well, thanks
for everything.

What are you going to do?

About this Africa thing.

I don't know.

What do you want?

I just want to
protect my family.

So protect them.

I don't know how to
protect them in Africa.

You'll figure it out.

There are more ways
of protecting them

than wrapping
them in cotton wool.

It's up to you.

I don't think she'll go
without you, though.

Like she's threatening.

- No?
- Nah.

She loves you. Don't ask me why.

I've always thought
you were a sad sack,

but Becky's seen
something in you,

and she's far cleverer than me.

For a start, she knows
you're a good dad.

She never had a good dad.

She can't look after
Stanley on her own.

If you're not prepared to follow
her on her whims and adventures,

then you're just gonna
have to tame her.

- I don't want to tame her.
- Good.

'Cause I wouldn't
fancy your chances.

Becky, I'm outside the
school. Can you come out?

- Why can't you come in?
- I don't want to come in.

I'm dressed in
modern-day clothes.

Everyone will look at me.

I've been thinking about Africa.

I've decided. We
don't have to go.

- I've made up my mind.
- Yes, and I think you're right.

- No, Becky, I want to go.
- No.

I want to go. I was wrong.

If we don't do it now, then
we're never gonna do it.

- It was a stupid idea.
- We have to do it.

No, I don't want to go.

It's a once-in-a-lifetime
opportunity.

- Stan's too young.
- No. No.

- It'll tear us apart.
- It'll bring us closer together.

- You were right.
- I was wrong.

Honestly, Becky,
we need to do this.

Let's go and have an
adventure. You, me, and Stan.

Really?

Oh, God. Now I don't know.

No, we have to do it.

I've got no idea what to
expect, but I want to give it a try.

- Okay.
- Yeah?

Yeah!

There's just one problem.

I was supposed to have
accepted the job by yesterday.

Ohh. Oh, it's all right.

You accepted the
job on my behalf.

- Just in case.
- Unbelievable.

What happened?

- I spoke to your mum.
- What did she say?

Oh, God, I don't want to
know. What did she say?

She said you love me.

You love me too.

Come on.

They're playing
catch the greasy pig

in the field.

- Playing what?
- Catch the greasy pig.

- What's that?
- It's a Victorian thing.

You smear a pig in Vaseline,

and then you run
around trying to catch it.

- You serious?
- Yeah! It's hilarious.

Mr. Boxall just
fell flat on his ass.

Isn't that a bit cruel?

No. He was laughing.

I meant for the pig.

So you're all sorted?

Visas and stuff? Jabs?

All done. Ready to go.

I've done nothing.
Becky's done it all.

You do surprise me.

So I've decided I'm gonna do it.

It's time.

- Put my money where my mouth is.
- Yeah?

Yep. It's time.

How do you go about that, then?

Well, first off, you submit
an online application.

Pretty extensive questions.

You want to get that right.
Increase your chances.

Exactly. Spend
some time on that.

- And you're gonna do it?
- Yep.

- Imagine.
- I know.

You on "Mastermind."

Yeah.

Do you think your feet

will reach the
ground in that chair?

Won't matter. Only
focus on the face.

And what would your
chosen specialized subject be?

Well, you have to pick
three. One for each round.

It's pretty tough.

I'm thinking British birds,
not including seagulls.

No seagulls?

Nah. Not interested in seagulls.

Can you do that?

Don't know.

Can't do the life and
career of Linda Lusardi.

No, that's a bit creepy.

Why would it be creepy?

Well, wouldn't it come
across a bit sinister

knowing every detail
about one woman's life?

Well, a bloke did
Virginia Woolf last week.

It's hardly the same.

Who will you talk bollocks
at while I'm in Africa?

Just keep talking bollocks.

Half the time I'm not even
bothered if you're listening.

That's good. Half
the time I'm not.

Here she is.

Anything?

Nah.

So they caught
him. Did you hear?

Yeah. Good.

So you're actually going, then?

Yeah, looks like it.

I'm jealous.

You'll be doing the same sort
of thing in a couple of years.

- Will you e-mail?
- Doubt it.

All right.

I'll see you in a year, then.
You can tell me all about it.

Okay.

Right here. In exactly a year.

Deal.

- Pub?
- Go on, then.

Did you hear that?

Hear what?

Horses.

No.

I thought I heard horses.

You coming?

Yeah.

Wait a minute.

What you got?

56. Bit iffy.

It's just junk, mate. Leave it.

Wait a sec.

I've got a feeling.

You've always got a feeling.

When in doubt, dig it out.

Mate, it's probably
just another ring pull.

What if it's not just
another ring pull?

Ahhhhhh!