All language subtitles for Detectorists S01E02 Episode 1.2.DVDRip.HI.en.ACORN

[Metal detector beeping]

What you got?

Matchbox car.

Chevrolet Corvette.

How in God's name does that get

into the middle of
a field in Essex?

Don't know.

I mean, who's been
playing with cars up here?

Don't know.

You know, a Roman
coin, I can understand,

but a Chevy Corvette?

Doesn't make any sense.

[Metal detector beeping]

Here!

Did you hear about
old Bob Cromer?

What about him?

- Dead, mate.
- Shut up.

- Struck by lightning.
- No.

Third this year.

Janet Horrowell, Greg
Peters and now poor old Bob.

- You know why, don't you?

- Why?
- 'Cause the best finds

always appear right
before a thunderstorm.

Suddenly, you've
left it too late,

and you're the highest
point in the landscape.

[Beeping]

All three were running
when they were struck.

- What a way to go.
- Yeah.

What you got?

Pontiac Firebird.

♪ Will you search through
the lonely Earth for me? ♪

♪ Climb through the
briar and brambles? ♪

♪ I'll be your treasure ♪

You fancy a cup of
"Good Morning America"?

No, thanks.

Ah! That is a damn
fine cup of coffee.

Which...

"Twin Peaks."

So, I was thinking about
getting the band back together.

What band?

You and me.

Were we in a band?

Well, we jammed
together a few times.

I only remember once,

round your flat trying
to do "Wonderwall,"

and you couldn't
reach the high notes.

- No, it was more than once.
- Did we have a name?

- Fanny Magnet.
- That's right. Fanny Magnet.

Anyway, I've written a new song.

I want to do it at the open
mic at the White Horse.

- What's the song called?
- "New Age Girl."

- Is it about Maggie?
- No.

All right. I'm up for
it, if it's any good.

Well, come around
to mine Tuesday night

before we head off to the
club, and I'll play it for you.

Hey, there!

Who's this?

Looks like Simon and Garfunkel.

Hello, there.

- Wotcher.
- How are we?

Feeling groovy.

Good, good.

[Inhales deeply] Lovely day.

Isn't it?

Haven't seen one of
them for a few years.

Oh, what, the Arado?

Yeah, they're pretty
rare these days but, uh...

there's still a few out there
if you know where to look.

Antique shops?

They're certainly
classics, yeah.

So you've gone for the CTX.

- Mm, good machine.
- Bit flashy for my liking.

Yeah, not really your style.

Do you have permission
to detect on this land?

Indeed we do. Do you?

Who from?

Not tellin' you.

Immature.

- Are you?
- No, You are.

ANDY: We got here first.

Well, there's
nothing stopping us

getting permission
from the landowner.

Farmer Bishop gave us
exclusive rights, 50/50.

Well, then, we shall have to see

if we can make Farmer Bishop

a more attractive proposition.

[Snickers] Who are
you, a Bond villain?

We've done extensive research. I
assume you have done the same.

- Course.
- Yep.

We shall see.

[With accent] Mr. Bond.

Come on.

Oh. Sorry, mate. Didn't
mean to make you cry.

It's hay fever.

Don't cry, mate. I feel awful.

It's hay fever. I forgot
to take an antihistamine.

Well, you want to
borrow my hanky?

Not crying.

Do you want a
little tissue, mate?

Please don't cry!

That doesn't bode at all well.

What was in that file? Maybe
they know what's in here.

We need to go and see Bishop,

tell him not to give
anyone else permission.

Yeah, can... can you pop
round on the way home?

I've got to go and see
Mags. Help out in the shop.

What? When will
you learn to say no?

I don't want to say
no. I want to help her.

All right, I'll go,
but remember,

I don't have any of
your charm or charisma.

Do your best.

LARRY: Hey, you
animals! Get down! Be quiet!

Yes?

Hello, Mr. Bishop, it's me.

I came with my friend
to ask for permission

to detect on your land?

Oh, yes. The metal detectors.

Detectorists.

Yes. Have you found something?

- Not yet, Mr. Bishop.
- Larry.

Not yet, Larry, but
we were wondering

whether you wouldn't
mind not giving permission

to anyone else to
search your land.

Right.

It's just that there's
a contingency

of rogue detectorists out there.

- Rogues?
- Treasure hunters.

They'll come under
the cover of night

and rob important
sites of their artifacts.

Good God.

I know. It's despicable.

I'll tell you what I remembered

just after you left.

There were some things
plowed up a few years ago

that might be of
interest to you.

What sort of things?

Well, I don't know.

Trinkets. Looked like
costume jewelry to me.

Any idea what happened to them?

Somewhere around.
God knows where.

I did offer them to Justine,
but she thought they were ugly.

- Is that your wife?
- Where?

No. You... You
mentioned Justine,

and I wondered whether
Justine was your wife.

Justine isn't here.

Come on! Where are you?

Stop chasing those rabbits.

You'll never catch them,
you fat, unhealthy creatures.

[Chuckles] Quite mad.

I can see.

Yes, well, cheerio,
then. I'll, uh...

I'll keep my eyes
peeled for those things.

Come on, then. Come along.

We'll go the other
way this time.

Bit of a change, eh?

I think so. It'll be good.

Come on, then.
You've got to keep up.

Come on!

Oh, that's lovely,
Lance. How exciting.

Yeah, well, I thought,
nothing to lose.

I always said you
should do something

with your music, didn't I?

You did.

I used to love it when
you played your mandolin.

Reminded me of Kermit.

Kermit plays a banjo.

How exciting, though.

Think you can come?

Definitely.

What is all this?

Says "mixed
spiritual" on the box.

Yeah, it's spiritual stuff.

Mixed.

Tarot cards.

Dream catchers.

Resin dragons.

Oh!

There's this massive
warehouse out by Stansted.

You buy it by the weight.

It's cheap. You just don't
know what you're going to get.

Spiritual lucky dip.

Kind of, yeah.

TONY: Found it!

Oh! Great.

All right, Lance?
She got you slaving?

Tony, I didn't realize
you were here.

Not lending a hand?

I can't. My herniated discs.

Gutted.

Lance has invited
us to a folk night

at the White Horse next week.

Sounds good.

Lance is doing a gig.

It's not a gig.

I might do a song.

Haven't decided
yet. Probably won't.

All right, Lance! Rock 'n' roll.

- What's the song about?
- Nothing.

Nothing? What's it called?

If that's everything,
Maggie, I'll get off.

Yeah, thanks, love.

Oh, and you're still okay
to take my mum to bingo?

Uh, yeah, okay.

Uh, you not free?

Nah, football.

Oh, right. You playing?

Watching.

- Portman Road?
- No.

On TV.

Right.

MAGGIE: Thanks, love.

You know she loves her bingo.

Yeah. Okay. See you.

- Bye-bye, Lance.
- Bye, love.

[Gasps] Oh! That's lovely.

I'm going back to bed.

Okay.

- Afternoon, sir.
- Hello.

Do you have a child
in this school, sir?

Pardon?

Do you have a son or a
daughter who attends this school?

No, I don't have any kids.

Right.

Just taking a few photos?

I was checking my messages.

Can I ask what
you're doing here?

Waiting for my girlfriend.
She'll be out in a minute.

What class?

Uh... Chaffinch class, I think.

I think all the pupils from
Chaffinch class have gone.

She's the teacher.
Sh-She's not...

She's a teacher.

Here she is now.

Righty-o, sir.

It's just you were making
some of the mums nervous.

Hello. This is a nice surprise.

Good day?

Yeah, not bad.

Do I look like a pedophile?

What?

I've just been
questioned by a policeman

'cause I was making
mums nervous.

[Laughs]

Well, you do have a
bit of a look about you.

What kind of look?

I'd have said more drug
dealing than pedophile.

Oh! That's what it must be.

- Yeah.
- I feel better now.

Yeah, don't worry about it.

- Lance is not my boyfriend.
- He worships you.

He does not. He
thinks I'm a wet blanket.

Maybe he's more astute
than I give him credit for.

Ha, ha, ha, cute.
I think he's lonely.

He says he wants to get
the old band back together.

- You and Lance were in a band?
- Apparently.

- What were you called?
- Can't remember.

He says he wants us
to do one of his songs

at the White Horse
next Thursday.

Can you come?

No. It's a school night,
I have marking to do.

Oh, bugger.

What's brought this on,
then? Is he having a crisis?

I think he's trying
to impress Maggie.

Oh, dear. He really
needs to move on.

What's the song like?

Haven't heard it yet.
Could be excruciating.

Could be really
embarrassing. Please come.

[Laughing] You're
really selling it.

I'd truly love to, but I'll
have 30 stories to read.

Imagine their little
faces when I say

I couldn't be bothered
and went to the pub instead.

- Fuck 'em.
- [Chuckles]

[Mobile rings]

Hello, mate.

Do you like swedes?

No.

No, no, the vegetable.

Good.

Yeah, come around, I'll
knock you something up.

Oh, you speak to Bishop?

Yeah, interesting.

He's utterly mad.

I'll tell you when I come round.
I'm in the middle of something.

The A414.

All right, see you.

LANCE: So, he reckons he's
still got some of the artifacts?

He reckons so.

Don't knock on the glass,
mate. Stresses them out.

I wasn't going to.

So, what we eating?

Swede surprise.

Oh, yeah. What's the surprise?

How bland it is.

Hmm! That is bland.

Surprisingly bland.

Wish you hadn't told me.

Speaking of which, how
much are we going to tell

the rest of the club
about Bishop's farm?

Well, I reckon we keep it to
ourselves for the tambourine.

I mean, if they
get wind of the fact

that there's been a
previous excavation

and Bishop's finds,
whatever they turn out to be,

well, someone'll
phone the beards,

and it'll all be over.

Let's just tell them we're
still in the research phase.

Deal.

So, when am I going to
hear this song of yours?

Oh, I... I don't know if I
want to do that anymore.

Oh, what? I built
myself up for it.

I've invited some
A&R people down.

I've run into a problem.

Yeah?

I can't stand up.

Yes, you can. I've seen you.

No, I... I can't stand up
and play the mandolin.

Why not?

I've practiced too long sitting
cross-legged on the floor.

When I get up, it
just goes to shit.

Well, sit down and
play me the song.

[Sighs]

♪ Back when the sky
was clear and blue ♪

♪ I met a girl who
looked like you ♪

♪ But when she opened her arms ♪

♪ I fell clean through ♪

♪ And now I don't
know what to do ♪

Well?

That's quite good.

You... You sound surprised.

- I am, I'm astounded.
- You think it's astounding?

No, I'm astounded
that it's quite good.

Fair enough.

Course, it's 90% instinct.

What are you swinging
these days, young Hugh?

I still have the VK30.

Hmm. Nothing wrong with a VK30.

Good, solid detector.
Basic, but it's got its place.

Yeah, many a good
find found with the 30.

In fact... Tezler?

What'd they find the
Eynsford hoard with?

XP DEUS.

Was it? Oh.

I thought it was VK30.
Anyway, good on you.

TERRY: What'd you
do with the Bentley?

You and Lance have
your permission yet?

How did you know about that?

- You told me, didn't you?
- Did I?

Well done, mate.
Who else you told?

Don't worry. I won't mention it.

Why is it a secret?

It's not a secret, it's just
we're still researching it.

TERRY: I would not wish
being struck by lightning

on anyone, Russell.

You just said he deserved it.

That's not what I said!

You never liked Bob Cromer.

Well, that's not the point.

Doesn't matter that me and
Bob didn't always see eye to eye.

What I am saying is
that Bob Cromer ignored

some fundamental
rules of health and safety.

Day one of metal
detecting school.

Is there such a place?

- No.
- No.

Bob was not a member
of this club and I'm glad,

because we have not
had a fatality in the DMDC

for nearly three years,

and I intend to
keep it that way.

So, chaps,

how did you get on with Bishop?

Has he shown you were
he's buried his wife yet?

Uh, still very much in
the research phase, Terry.

Oh, you can't do too
much research, boys.

What are the three Rs I'm always

talking about, Hugh?

Uh, research,
research, research.

That's right.

I made that up to emphasize
how important research is.

So, what is going on
with this finds table?

That's two Matchbox cars
and it's... Well, it's a spoon.

Whose is the spoon?

- That's mine.
- Do we have an ID on the spoon?

Little Chef.

Come on, people. We
can do better than this.

I suggest you all go

and change the batteries
on your detectors.

So, why are you
being so secretive?

What do you
think's on that farm?

Well, we know there's
a big Saxon ship burial

around here somewhere.

King Sexred of the East Saxons.

Riches of the
seventh century kings?

Exactly.

Why do you think
he's around here?

We know he's around here.

Bede says so in
Historia Ecclesiastica.

Whoa, you know
the Venerable Bede?

Whoa, do you know
what "patronize" means?

[Laughs] Oh, sorry.

It's just I don't think half
the professors at university

have read Bede.

Well, you can learn a
lot from the amateurs.

We're the most
passionate, the plebs.

Are you allowed to use
that word these days?

In a historical
context, yeah, it's fine.

I could do some
reading at uni, if you like,

and see what I can find out.

Yeah, cool.

Lance won't mind, will he?

No. Why would he?

Well, I think he
thinks I'm muscling in.

No, he's just very protective
of his patch and his hobby,

and he's got a big problem
with the Antiquisearchers.

The Antiquisearchers?

I know, right? What
does that even mean?

They've just taken the
first half of "antiquities"

and put it on the
front of "searchers."

Why can't they
just call themselves

the Antiquity Searchers?

It's not like it's pun or
brilliant word play or anything.

Makes me mad.

And you think Lance
has the problem.

[Chuckles]

Uh, this next track...

This... This first
track... This track...

[Sighs] This... This song

is about, uh, a
very special lady.

I wrote this song about
a very special person.

A person who means
an awful lot to me.

A person whose light I only saw

after she was gone...

and I was plunged into darkness.

This is a song about how you...

You don't really know what
you've got until it's gone.

About how...

you don't appreciate the
good things in your life...

until they bunk off

with the manager of
the local Pizza Hut.

Thank you.

ANDY: And it's
actually all right.

It's surprisingly good.

Tell me the lyrics.

I can't remember them.

Yes, you can, some of them.

- You'll have to come along.
- It's about Maggie?

I reckon so. Well, yeah, it is.

And are you singing
or just playing?

Might lay down a harmony.

[Laughing] Oh, my God.

I think I'm going
to have to come.

I'll work through lunch
to get my marking done.

Wait.

And Lance is going to
be sitting on the floor?

Cross-legged.

[Laughs]

So, who's the front man?

He is, I suppose.

With you standing behind
him staring at the ground?

I won't be staring at the
ground. What do you mean?

You are always
staring at the ground.

- No, I'm not.
- You are.

You're always scanning
the ground looking for stuff.

You can't help yourself.
It's all those years detecting.

You never look up. No
wonder you've got a bad back.

- Come on.
- Honestly.

I bet you'd be amazed at
the things you've missed

'cause you've been locked
in your own little world,

staring at the floor.

- Rubbish.
- [Laughs]

[Detectors beeping]

That is so cool!

Hey, mate?

Mate.

Sophie.

Did you phone her?

Texted.

But I thought we were
doing this on our own.

We are. She hasn't
even got her detector.

What's the problem?

She already knew
about the permission.

- Yeah, only 'cause you told her.
- I don't remember telling her.

- That is so cool.
- What's she saying?

That was amazing.

Sophie.

Did you organize that for me?

What?

The flypast?

Huh?

Oh, never mind.

How's it going?

Yeah, all right. Not bad.

- Found anything?
- Uh, not much.

Three copper nails
and a screwdriver.

You got copper nails.
I got five of them.

SOPHIE: Ship's nails?

Nah, too modern.
These are brand-new.

Pain in the arse.

You know this Saxon
king that you're looking for?

Sexred, King of the
East Saxons, yes.

I'm not convinced
that he's buried here.

Why not? Where's
he buried, then?

I'm not sure he's
buried anywhere.

Well, he's got to be
buried somewhere.

The Venerable Bede...

Overrated.

Okay.

Bede says that
Sexred and his brothers

went to fight the West Saxons.

They were slain in Wessex.

Yeah, and then they
brought the body back here.

The army was
completely destroyed.

There was nobody left.

Well, a couple of them
carried the corpse here.

Sorry, I don't buy it.

Why are you so
convinced that he's here?

He saw a documentary
on Discovery

presented by Derek Thompson.

- Who?
- Charlie off of "Casualty."

No, i-it's not actually

universally accepted that
they did voyage west anyway.

Some sources believe that
the battle took place here.

What sources?

Charlie off of "Casualty."

Who's that?

Where?

Over there.

In the long grass.

SOPHIE: It's
probably just a rabbit.

It's those wankers

trying to muscle
in on our patch!

Morning, ladies.

- Havin' a cuddle?
- What's going on?

We don't have to
justify ourselves to you.

Right, so you're just having
a cuddle in the grass, then.

Come on, let's go.

What's that?

Oh, nothing.

Here, look! Look at that.

You bastards.

Look, it's them copper nails.

Right, I'm calling the police.

Uh, for what reason?
This is a public right of way.

We've got just as much right
to be on this land as you have.

Hello? Uh, police?

All right. Just hold on.

Yeah, I'm in a field, I'm
on the Birchwood Road

and I've come across a couple...
I assume they're a couple...

Canoodling in the long grass.

I know you're not on the phone.

Hmm? Describe them?

Well...

they look a bit like the folk
duo, Simon and Garfunkel.

[Scoffs]

Yeah. Yeah, Mrs. Robinson.

I know you're not
on the phone, so...

Come on.

Let's go.

Who were they?

Antiquisearchers.

LARRY: Hey, there!

Don't worry, they won't bite.

They're only being friendly.

LANCE: Here he is.

I've been looking for you
chaps. I've found this for you.

- Larry, this is Sophie.
- Hi.

Pleasure. Pleasure.

[Chuckles] This is what
I was telling you about.

Old Man Adam found
these when he was plowing,

God knows how many years ago.

30, 40 years ago?

They're probably nothing.

You're right, uh, Larry.
Probably worthless.

Well, you're welcome
to have them.

Oh, no, no, no.

You keep hold of them.

Any idea where
they were plowed up?

I'm not exactly sure,

but it wasn't in the paddock.

Don't go digging
around down there.

Not allowed in the paddock.

Right you are, Larry.

What do you think
this is made of?

Brass?

Um... could be brass, Larry.

Could be brass.

Come on, girls! Come on!

[Whistles] Come on.

- We got to tell him.
- Tell him what?

You know damn well
what. That was gold.

So?

SOPHIE: We have a
responsibility to report it.

Wrong.

We don't have a
responsibility to do anything.

It's nothing to do with us.

Listen, you tell him
what those things are,

and he'll be on the phone
to the Eastern Daily Press,

and this whole place will be
crawling with stubble surfers

faster than you can say

Staffordshire Hoard.

Have plenty of time to report

to our local Finds
Liaison Officer

when we actually find something.

This could be a site
of real importance.

Let's hope so.

Look, I'm not trying to do
anything illegal or underhand.

We didn't find those things.

Old Man Adam did,
over 40 years ago.

So, when we do find something,

we'll go through
the proper channels,

declare it, all aboveboard.

But let's find it first.

All right?

[Detector beeps]

Told you. See?

Venerable Bede...

full of shit.

[Beeps]

Aha!

- What is it?
- What you got?

Ford Mustang.