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♪ 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

Hey.
Hey.

I phoned, left a message.
Oh, sorry, phone's on silent.

I went to Bishop's farm
but you weren't there.

Yeah, I didn't want to go there again
without Lance.

Is that why you've fallen out?
Kind of, yeah.

Sorry. That's my fault.

It's all right.

It was nice to meet Becky the other night.
She seems nice.

Yeah, cheers.

She's left me.

What? Why?

I'm not really sure.

Well, where's she gone?
Her mum's.

Is that my fault as well, then?

Probably.

Sorry.

What are you gonna do?

About Becky, or Lance?
Both.

I don't know. I'm thinking of
giving it all up. What - detecting?

We're skint. If I sell my detector, I could
afford to take Becky away somewhere.

I've found my gold. Think I'm done.

Lance will be gutted.

Becky won't, though.

Did you watch University
Challenge last night? No.

But you always watch University Challenge.

I don't know how to turn the TV on.

What?

Becky always turns the TV on.

Are you serious?

Three remote controls.

It's a complicated sequence involving all
three and I've never got to grips with it.

You need to get her back.

Yep, or I'll never get to watch TV again.

Do you wanna do
a quick sweep of this field, then?

No, I'm gonna head off.

I gotta get to work.

See you later.

See ya.

All right, Cliff?

Done them sprouts?
Yep.

Done them caulis?
Yep.

You uh... see University
Challenge last night?

See what?
University Challenge.

Quiz show on TV.

Jeremy Paxman.

Done them spuds?
Yep.

Hello, Mags.

Yeah. No, I'm... I'm at work.

Uh, OK... Hang on, hang on, hang on.

Ted! Is it all right if I knock off
once I've done them pomegranates?

Yep. OK.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Oh, sorry.

What properties do the amethyst ones have?

Uh, er, amethyst?

Uh, well, cleanse your
chakras and your aura.

General purpose spiritual cleanser,
quite strong... like Swarfega.

And the moonstone?
Moonstone puts you in touch with the moon,

strengthens your spiritual relationship
with the moon.

And the quartz?

Quartz...

gives you a...

mild sense of paranoia.

Have you got anything shamanic?

Shamanic?
Shamanic, shamanic, shamanic, sha...

Well, we've got a whole shamanic section.

It's just over here - loads of it.

Sorry. I was longer than I thought.

Kept me waiting at the bank.
Oh, that's all right. How'd it go?

No good. They won't give me any more.

It's all about high street chains, these
days, no room for an independent like me.

So what does that mean?

I can't afford the rent.
I'm gonna have to close up.

That was my last hope.

Tony has been offered a transfer
to another restaurant.

Pizza Hut?
Another Pizza Hut, yeah.

We'll move up north.
What about all your friends? Your mum?

She'll have to come with.

Oh...

If only I could find someone who'd give me
a loan - just for a couple of months.

Well, I suppose...
Oh, Lance, really?

Well, no, I don't know if I can.

I mean, I'd have to run some numbers,
see what I can spare.

That'd be so good of you...

and only for a couple of months
while I sort this all out.

The shop's actually starting to pick up.
It's been going really well.

Yeah?
Yeah, really well.

Have you sold much while I've been gone?

Uh... just a green sky otter.

Oh.

What about Tony?
Has he got any savings?

Nah, not that he's told me about.

He spends it all on his skin.

Right.

Oh, you'd really save
me if you could, Lance,

and it'd mean we could stay here
and I'd get to see you more often.

Yeah, I don't know if I can yet, Mags.
I'll have a look.

Yeah, course.

I haven't got that much
time, though, Lance.

Fancy a cuppa?
Go on, then.

Do you take sugar? I can't remember.

Do I take sugar? You know I do. One!

Tea without sugar is vegetable soup.

That's right.

I won't be a sec.

What does this do?
Oh, God.

Hm?

Oh, it's a... spirit stick, yeah.

You...

hit spirits with it.

Come on, Becky, please.

I feel like I'm in a Richard Curtis film.

I told you not to come here.
I told you I'd phone you.

I lost my phone.
I thought you might have tried to call.

That's bollocks. I can see your phone.

I found it again.
And were there any messages from me?

Nope. Right, well, I guess
I didn't phone you, then.

I sold my metal detector.

Really?
No, not yet,

but I'm gonna sell it tomorrow.

I got a quote at the shop,
and I'm gonna sell it tomorrow.

And this is your big gesture,
your big romantic gesture?

Yeah, I suppose it is.
I thought we could go away.

It's not about the detecting, Andy.

What's it about, then?

You really don't know?
No, I don't think I do.

This isn't what it looks like.
Really?

Because it looks like you kissing Sophie
in a field.

It's not. She kissed me.

Oh, like she was holding your hand
the other night in the pub.

Yes. This... This isn't a romantic kiss.
This is a "congratulations" kiss.

Well, congratulations.

There's no tongues.

Uh! Please spare me.

Where did? Did you take this?

No, I didn't. I've got better things to do
than sneak around spying on you.

It was left on the doorstep.
I don't know who took it.

I'm not sleeping with Sophie.
I didn't say you were sleeping with Sophie.

You're getting nice
and friendly with Sophie,

with a view to sleeping with her
in the near future.

No, that's not what I want.

What do you want?

You, Becks. I want you.

I don't know if I want you any more.

I've got to think.

I need some time. Please don't
come round here and don't phone me.

Do you?

No, I'm all right, thanks.

I'm good for photos of you
kissing other women.

Gonna keep it, are you,
put it in your scrapbook?

No, I just... I didn't...

I don't want it in there, thanks.

Pardon?
I don't want it in my mum's bin.

Have you got a recycling bin?
Just take it with you.

Yeah, right. Sorry.

Hello.

Hello.

How's it going?

Yeah, brilliant, yeah.

Have you spoken to Andy?

Who?

Oh, come on, Lance. What's going on?
Why aren't you two speaking?

Why do you think?
Because of the gold?

Look, it used to be me and Andy, right?

This was our escape from the rude world,
from the madding crowd.

You know, we were quite happy
finding junk and talking bollocks,

then you come along
and throw a shoe in the works.

Do you know how often we find gold?

Never!

We never find it.

And that's what we're looking for.
We don't say that.

We don't say we're looking for gold.

We pretend we're happy, you know,

finding buckles and buttons and crap,

but what we're hoping for is gold.

Find one piece of gold,

something that's been held
by a Saxon or a Roman...

one of the other ancient peoples
that once roamed this land before us.

Me and Andy...
well, we've been detecting a long time.

We must have been pulled a couple
of tons of metal out of this county.

Lead, bronze, copper, iron.

Occasionally silver.

Never gold.

So when you buy
a second-hand metal detector

and go out for the first time
and find gold with my best friend,

yeah...

yeah, I'll admit it, I'm a bit jealous
because I wish I'd been there.

I didn't find it. Andy did.

Oh, you were his lucky charm, were you?

I don't know.

I didn't find it. I didn't plant it.
He found it on his own.

Yeah, I know.

I don't believe in lucky charms.

You wouldn't say that if you saw me
in Maggie's shop yesterday.

Yeah?
Quite the new-age salesman I was.

I didn't get to meet Maggie
the other day in the pub.

No. Probably lucky.

She'd have fleeced you.

Yeah?
Yeah.

She's after a loan from me
to pay her rent and keep her shop open.

Did you give it to her?
No.

Well, didn't say I would,
didn't say I wouldn't.

If I don't, she'll move up north
and I'll never see her again.

Well, what's her new bloke doing?
Why can't he bail her out?

Cos he's a cunt.
Gotcha.

Don't do it, Lance.
Don't lend her anything.

That's none of your business.

I know. Sorry.

Listen...

I've never admitted this to anyone, but...

I really won the lottery
the day Maggie left me.

Right.

You mean, you didn't realise at the time

but it was the best thing
that could have happened?

Pardon?
You mean that it was a good thing.

What was?

Maggie leaving you?
Eh?

What did you mean, then -
"I won the lottery"?

I won the lottery the day Maggie left me.
Sorry. What do you mean?

What part of "I won the lottery"
don't you understand?

You won the lottery?
Yes.

The National Lottery?
Yes.

How much?
300 grand.

Shut up!
True.

November the 5th.

She said she was leaving,
that she'd met this bloke, and she left.

I was reeling. I... I
didn't know what to do.

So I went out for a walk...

and everywhere was lit up,
you know, firework night.

It was like everyone
was celebrating my misfortune.

So I went into this offie, buy a can,

but I only had a quid...
so I bought a lottery ticket.

First one I've ever bought...
and bam, 300K, thank you very much.

No way!
Yes way.

Never told anyone that before.

Can I borrow a tenner?
No.

Oh, God.

What?
It is them... the Everly Brothers.

Simon and Garfunkel.
Hello, there!

Ah. We have good news!

Go on.

This land is now a site
of special archaeological interest.

Under the jurisdiction
of Colchester Museum.

And we, the Antiquisearchers, have been
given sole permission to detect on this land

as official affiliates of, and in accordance
with, the North Essex Portable Antiquities...

All right, mate.
Jesus, listen to yourself.

You sound like a dickhead.
Speak normally.

You no longer have permission
to detect on this land

under the Ancient Monuments
and Archaeological Areas Act 1979.

Still sound like a dickhead.
Look like a dickhead as well.

Immature as usual.
Dickhead.

All right, let's go.

Too late, mate. They're pushing us out.
They've got sole permission.

Did you take this photo?
No.

You haven't even seen it yet, so you did.
What is it?

Phil, you bastard!

Phil?
Phil?

Is your name Phil?
How did you know it was Phil?

I thought it was Art.
Why Art?

Shut the fuck up, Paul.
What's going on?

Do you wanna tell them?
Not really.

Wait. Are you an Antiquisearcher?
Was.

Was?
They asked me to keep an eye on you.

Jesus, this is like the worst ever
episode of Scooby Doo.

Hello, there!
Oh, here we go.

I see you've met. Exciting news, eh?

The MOD have finished their survey,

and the archaeology bods
are arriving at the weekend,

opening up a couple of trenches,
having a look, see what they can find.

Super.

And I understand
you chaps are helping them out.

No, these chaps are.
We've been pushed out.

What? Why? Do you remember
I told you about the rogues?

Well, these are they...
and she was the mole.

Andy...
She spied on us

and passed the information on
to these chaps.

Oh, come on.
You're all metal detectors.

Detectorists!

Pub?
Go on, then.

Andy!

I'm sorry.

Did you see Fifteen To One?

No. I can't turn on the telly.

Not the same.
I know.

I miss William G Stewart.
Yeah.

Yeah, I like Toksvig but, you know,
she's always cracking jokes.

William G never cracked jokes.

Very rarely,
and when he did they weren't funny.

Yeah, there's no room for humour
on Fifteen To One.

I knew there was something
I didn't like about her.

Sold us down the river.

It's that new detector she bought.
Had it for years, probably.

And Bishop's farm?
Gone.

Bugger.

Well, personally, I'm withdrawing my bid
to become Club President.

Yeah, likewise.
So who's going to lead us, then?

I'm not bloody doing it.
To be honest, Russ,

I think the days of the DMDC are numbered.

But we've still got half a
jar of coffee left. You take it.

We're... We're not gonna disband, are we?

Well, I'm gonna go
independent... go it alone.

Like the Lone Ranger?

A bit like the Lone Ranger, Hugh, yeah.

What about you, Andy? I'll probably
go it alone as well, with Lance.

Like Tonto?
No, Hugh, not like Tonto.

Terry, you're back!

Can't keep a good man down, Russell.
How's the leg?

Oh, a bit stiff, but on the mend.

The doctor said
he'll back at Flamenco in a month.

Well, we'll see, love.
Don't want to rush things.

Hang on. Where's the finds table?
We couldn't find it.

Oh, well, that's just great.

That is indicative of
the whole attitude of this club.

I'm away for a week
and everything falls apart.

I mean, why couldn't you use
that table or that one?

Because we always use the same table.

Nothing to put on it, anyway, Tel.
Nothing? Nobody's found anything this week?

We were just telling everyone
we've lost Bishop's farm.

Who to?

The Essex Archaeological Society, Ministry
Of Defence, the Antiquisearchers...

We're about the only people in the county
that aren't allowed on the land.

And where's Sophie?
Gone to the other side.

Dead?

No, she's defected.

Or rather, it turns out, she was always
on their side. She was a spy.

Bitch!

Well... I hope that teaches you
not to make decisions with your dicks.

You're the one who let her join.
I wasn't talking about you.

You haven't got a dick.
Huh, sexist.

You should see him in
his Flamenco outfit. Oh!

"Sexist", Sheila, not "sexy".

So, have you decided on a new President?

Sort of lost the enthusiasm, really, Terry.
Sorry, Telly.

Well, that is it then -

the end of the Danebury
Metal Detecting Club.

Is this the metal detecting club?
You're too late.

We're not accepting any new members.

In fact, we're disbanding the club.
But thank you for your interest.

Delivery for Lance Stater.

Oh, I ordered those fleeces, didn't I?

What fleeces?

As part of my bid to become Club President,

I ordered fleeces with the DMDC logo
embroidered on them.

Shall I bring the rest in?
There's more?

Four more boxes.

Yeah, I had to get 150
to get the discount on them.

Hey. They're all right, these.

Camouflage.
What else?

So what are you gonna do with them?

Uh...

We could share 'em! 21 each?

No.

No, come on. We can't disband this club.
Not now we got fleeces.

I am withdrawing my resignation,
taking back the Presidency.

Let's breathe some new life into this club.

We'll have an open day,
fundraiser, recruitment drive.

We'll get new members,
put 'em in club fleeces

and get out there looking for the history
that's buried underneath our feet.

What do you say?

I can't hear ya!

OK.
Yeah, all right.

That's more like it.

Like us to lift you onto our shoulders?

Oh, not with my leg, no.

Give him a week.

Becky, it's me.

I know you told me not to phone,
but I couldn't help it. I need you back.

I can't turn on the telly.

That's not the reason.
I was... saying that to be cute.

I'II... I'll learn how
to turn on the telly.

I could probably work it out
if I tried hard enough.

But... I am gonna try really hard -

not with the telly, you know,

I'm gonna try harder with everything.

With us and everything.

I'm gonna sell my detector -

and I know I already said
that I had sold it or I was gonna,

but I didn't get around to it.

But I'm gonna sell it tomorrow,
or the next day, definitely.

You can count on me.
I'm gonna change.

I really want this...

I wanna have this...

chance to... start again.

I'm gonna pull my finger out
and my socks up and myself together

and we can...

I need you, Becky.

I'm nothing without you.

I can't even turn on the telly.

Brilliant. That's sorted, then.

There they are. Bastards.

Who?

Simon and Garfunkel -
detecting the spoil heap.

Damn it!
Imagine what we're missing down there.

My gold was only a few inches
under the surface.

What are you gonna do with that?

I'm gonna give it to Becky.
Nice gesture.

Yeah, it would be
if she was talking to me.

She still not answering your calls?

Can I tell you something private?
Becky's pregnant.

What? How did you know that?

So you finally figured it out.

Who told you?
No-one told me. It was obvious.

How's it obvious?
Well, she hasn't been drinking.

And we all know Becky likes a drink.

You told me she was sick every morning,
even though she hadn't had a drink.

She went off to be on her own
to do some thinking

when it looked like
your devotions were wavering.

All the signs were there, mate.
How did you figure it out?

I found a box from a pregnancy test
in the bathroom bin.

God, I'm an idiot!

Gotta go and get her back.

Yeah, you're right.

Not right now, though.

Rozzers have arrived.

What are they doing?

Probably just routine.
You know, police business.

Oh, they're giving Simon and Garfunkel
their marching orders.

Yeah?
Yep, they're packing up.

Homeward bound.

Oh. Bishop's down there.

Maybe we should go down there,
see what's afoot.

You know, grab a sneaky sweep
of the spoil heap?

Have you got your detector in the car?

Pope shit in the woods?

Banzai.

Hello, Larry.
Hello, there!

What do you think of all this, then?
It's like the Battle of the Somme.

These trenches of mud and God knows what.

What's happening?
Quite exciting, really.

First trench they put down, bones.

Really?
Really.

Right there, a grave.

The history chaps say
they're looking for a Saxon.

They may have found him straightaway.

There wouldn't be bones in a Saxon grave.
What's that?

Saxon bones would have rotted away
a long time ago.

Why are the fuzz here?
Apparently, when bones are found,

the boys in blue have to be involved

until it's confirmed
that the remains are historical.

They're coming over now.

Mr Bishop?
Larry.

Do you recognise this, sir?

Good God, it's Justine's wedding ring.

Laurence Michael Bishop,
I'm arresting you on suspicion of murder.

You do not have to say anything,
but it may harm your defence

if you do not mention, when questioned,
something you later rely on in court.

Anything you do say may be given
in evidence. Do you understand?

Perfectly, thank you.

There's a turnip for the books!
I wasn't expecting that. Were you?

Keep an eye out for the dogs, will you,
while I'm gone!