All language subtitles for Detectorists - Season 3 Episode 1

[dramatic orchestral music]

- [Man] Solar panels that
we pop over the farmland.

- Figures for next
year's forecast, sir.

- Did you not bring biscuits?

- There weren't any, sir.

- [man] Up to 600
acres across East Anglia.

- No biscuits?

- Starting with a
site in north Essex,

which we received planning
permission for on the 4th of May.

51-acre site, 30 megawatts of
power per annum and a saving

of 180,000 tons
of carbon dioxide

over the course
of a 30-year lease.

For centuries, man has
looked for the earth's bounty

below the ground,
but now we are on

the brink of a new age of clean,

carbon neutral energy
production from the Sun

and the treasure,
ladies and gentlemen,

is very much above our heads.

Now, Church Farm,
once these solar panels

start being erected
in six weeks' time,

will be the third-largest
solar farm in England

and will supply
low-cost electricity

to the local town of Danebury.

- Look at that, not
a cloud in the sky.

- Shall we?

- Let's.

[peaceful music]

♪ Will you search the
lonely earth for me ♪

♪ Climb through the
briar and bramble ♪

♪ I'll be your treasure ♪

♪ I felt the touch of the kings
and the breath of the wind ♪

♪ I knew the call of
all the songbirds ♪

♪ They sang all
the wrong words ♪

♪ I'm waiting for you ♪

- What do you think that is?

- Oh, yeah.

That's a retaining
plate from the back

of a mid-20th
century socket mount.

Would have had a
rod coming off here,

with a loop to attach it
to the spring housing.

- Brilliant, I can cross
that off my wish list.

- Don't knock it, mate.

That's a piece of
history right there.

Small scrap of a
life long forgotten.

- Yeah, that's
easy for you to say.

You've got a piece
in the British Museum.

- Have I told you about that?

- Where do you go from there?

What do you aspire to?

- Is there a Nobel prize
for metal detecting?

- There should be.

- We're so lucky living here.

When you think about
how small this island is.

We're walking on archeology.

There's nowhere we could
tread that hasn't been trodden on

1,000 times before by the
Celts, the Druids, the Romans.

- What have you got?

- Scaffold clamp.

Saxons, the Vikings.

You know, when I look at
this landscape, I can read it.

That's the likely
site of a settlement.

That's where the workers
gathered for their lunch.

- That's where someone
left some scaffolding.

[peaceful music]

- If you could
invite any six people

to a dinner party,
who would it be?

Anyone from history.

Alive or dead.

- Alive, probably.
- You know what I mean.

- I know who I wouldn't invite.

- Who?
- Stephen Fry or Jesus.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

They get invited to these
imaginary dinner parties

all the time, I doubt they'd
be very good company.

Probably a bit bored and bolshy.

- And the Dalai Lama, bit moody.

- I don't know,
maybe Kurt Cobain?

- Oh, yeah, he'd
be a good laugh.

He was known for his sparkling
dinner party conversation.

- Will there be heroin
at this dinner party?

- Oh, speaking of which.

I reckon one of Kate's
friends is smoking in my flat.

You know, a bit of
the old, uh, [whistles].

- Go on, say it.

- What?
- Wacky baccy.

- I wasn't gonna
say wacky baccy.

- [Andy] What were
you gonna say?

- Spliff.

- Cool.

Is Kate still in the spare room?

- Yeah, yeah.

Yeah.

- You don't mind?

- No, no, it's great, you know.

Brings a bit of
life to the place.

It's no longer Lance's
sad bachelor pad.

All spick and span and tidy.

Now there's people about.

Young people.

Stuff all over the floor.

No, it's great.

I don't even mind the, uh...

- Wacky baccy.
- Spliff.

- Oh, well, that's
good, that's great.

You ever stay at Toni's?

- No, I can't, I get seasick.

- Mate, she lives on a
barge, a narrow boat.

It's not being tossed
upon the open seas.

- Well, it makes no difference.

I can feel movement, even
when it's imperceptible to others.

I last about 10 minutes, then
I start to sweat and heave.

- Oh, that's not a good look.

- How's it going at
the mother-in-law's?

- Oh, it's great, it's great.

It's all good.

She's a bit, sometimes,

but she likes me better
now that I've got a job.

She adores Stanley,
babysits, so no, it's all good.

- You don't miss not
having your own space?

- I've, uh, I've taking
up vaping of an evening.

Just so that I can
go and stand alone

in the garden for 10 minutes.

- Oh, there you go.

Ideal.

- Yeah.

Yeah.

[melancholic folk music]

Hello.

- In here.

Make sure you put your
things back in the cupboard,

so I don't fall over them again.

- Yeah, doing that now.

- Put your boots on the paper.
- I've just done it, just now.

- Don't get snippy
with me, I heard that.

- I hate being told to do
stuff that I've already done,

or I'm actually in
the process of doing.

- I bet you don't speak
to Rebecca like that.

- I wouldn't dare.

Is she here?

- Giving Stanley a bath.

Don't go in the lounge,
it's all set up for my ladies.

- Okay.

- Where have you been today?

Metal detecting?
- Yep.

- Find anything?

"Nah."
- Nah.

- Look who's clean
and ready for bed.

- Hello, sunshine.

Who's reading you a story?

- You.
- Yeah?

- Oh, before you
put Stanley to bed,

can you check on
that bathroom mirror?

It's loose, I'm afraid it's
going to fall off the wall.

- Okay, better go
and find my drill.

I might be some time.

- Do you want a glass of wine?
- Oh, yes, please.

- I'll bring one out.

What story shall we read, hm?

[somber music]

[Andy sighs]

[laughs]

Are you missing your shed?

- Who was it who said any
man who, past the age of 30,

finds himself without a shed
can consider himself a failure?

- Titchmarsh?
[Andy chuckles]

- Might have been
Titchmarsh, yeah.

- We're not gonna
be here forever.

Just until we get a deposit
together and now that

you're working, that's
gonna happen all the sooner.

Hey, don't you start a
new dig at work tomorrow?

- Yeah, new site
near Colchester.

They're putting up an office
block and we've got to go and

check out what could
be some Roman walls.

- That could be exciting.
- Oh, yeah, definitely, yeah.

- Yeah?
- Oh, absolutely.

A lot of archaeologists
think there's a lost

Roman settlement
outside Colchester.

- There you go, then.

Here's to you finding
the Essex Herculaneum.

- Terry's got two sheds.

- You can have one shed.

[peaceful acoustic guitar music]

- Good morning.
- Well, almost. [chuckles]

- What time is it?
- 12:45.

- Oh, shit.

- You have a good night?

- [Kate] Yeah, it was all right.

- Where'd you go?
- Oh, we had a lock-in.

Just stayed in the bar
once they'd closed up.

- You working tonight?

- Oh, I've got the night off.

I've invited people
round here, actually.

That's all right, isn't it?
- Yep. [chuckles]

You want some cheese on toast?
- Oh, yes, please.

- Actually, uh, love, um...

Mrs. Morris was asking whether
you could keep the noise down

when you ask friends back
here late at night, 'cause, uh...

- Honestly, Dad, I couldn't
make any less noise if I tried.

This place is so deathly
quiet at night, the tiniest noise,

like, echoes around the town.

- I know, but she's old.
- I dropped my keys.

That's what it was, I dropped
my keys and I swear to God,

I saw five lights come
on up up the road.

People coming to their windows.

- Well, that...

That's Danebury for you.

Oh and, um, Kate,

you know the cheese?

- The what?
- You know the cheese?

If you cut a corner off it,
it makes it harder to sli,

it doesn't matter.

- Sorry, what?
- Doesn't matter.

It's just, the
cheese. [chuckles]

[melancholic music]

- Stick your hat on,
mate, you'll get me fined.

No, I know.

But rules are rules.

You find anything, no?

- I don't know, mate,
this is promising stuff.

I mean, this definitely
looks like a Roman building.

There's bits of of this around.

This is obviously the
exterior of the wall,

so the rest of the building
would have been in this area.

I was gonna suggest a trench
parallel with the wall and then

maybe one in this direction.
- Yeah, I was thinking more...

Over there.

- Over there?

- Yeah, around there, that area.

- Why there?
- See what's there.

Under there.

- You mean, as
opposed to over here?

- Yeah, yeah.

Yes.

- It's just that I thought we
were more likely to find...

- But that's not
far from here, is it?

It's just there.

- Yeah, I suppose.

- Yeah, I suppose.

Well, we'll mark it out.

And I don't think we
need to dig too deep.

- All right if I have
a quick sweep

of this area with
my metal detector?

- Huh?

You've got a metal detector?

- Yeah, yeah.

- What for?
- It's a useful tool.

- Yeah, well, I don't
think you should be using

a metal detector
without permission.

- No, but I'm asking permission.

- No, I know, I'm saying I
don't think the construction

company will like you
using a metal detector.

- Could you ask?

- Yes.

But don't hold your breath.

And keep your hat on, mate.

Health and safety.

- Well, I can tell by
the very healthy state

of the finds table that
last week's wet weather

has really helped
your detecting.

The ground at the beginning
of the month was so parched

and cracked, but a
couple of good days of rain

and those cracks become moist.

Which, of course,
makes it easier

for you to get your tool
in. [members chuckle]

And what else do moister
conditions mean, Hugh?

- Eh, deeper penetration.
[members laugh]

- Deeper penetration,
that's right.

As much as six
inches, in some cases.

[members laugh]

Sorry, what's funny?

- Nothing.

- [Terry] Louise?

- Nothing, nothing.

- Sorry, sorry, Terry, I
wasn't really concentrating.

What do, uh, what do
moist conditions mean?

- Deeper penetration.

[members laugh]

- That's right.

- Oh, I see.

Yeah, you're being
smutty, aren't you?

Cover your ears, Sheila.

You shouldn't have
to listen to this filth.

- Sorry, Sheila.

- I don't mind.

- Luckily, young
Hugh doesn't get it.

- Get what?

- He's nearly 35!

- Yeah, well, look,
smutty innuendo aside,

as I say, some very choice
finds on the finds table.

Whose are the crotal bells?
- Those are mine!

- Lovely pair.
[bells clink]

- Thank you.

- Two very nice Victorian
coins here, whose are these?

- They're mine, my first hoard.

- Well, I'm not sure we
can call that a hoard, Hugh.

Purse spill, maybe.

Were they in the same hole?

- Close.

- [Terry] How close?

- 50 yards.

They were in a straight line.

- But there are
only two of them.

Any two points on Earth
are in a straight line.

- Oh, now, I believe we
have got some jewelry

retrieval service news. Russ?

- Indeed.

You'll recall how Hugh, here,
found an interesting badge

that turned out to be
an identification tag

from Her Majesty's
Prison, Chelmsford.

Well, after some research,
we were able to match

the prisoner number
to a Mr. Oliver Meeker,

who sadly passed away in 1993.

But, we also were
able to trace his widow,

who is still alive and
she's living in Ipswich

and so we were able to
return the badge to her!

- How did that work out?
- It was a complete surprise.

She had absolutely
no idea that her

husband had even been to prison.

She thought he'd been
working away in Colombia

for 18 months.

- In the hotel industry.

- She was very emotional.

- Quite tearful.

- Do you know why
he went to prison?

- Yes.

He'd, um...

He'd, I'd rather not talk
about it, because it's not nice.

- Oh, you're
joking, look at this.

[sighs] Another
solar farm, yeah.

Won't be any land
left to detect on soon.

- Well, it's clean,
sustainable energy, Louise.

You've got to move with the
times, embrace the change.

- Don't they fry birds?

- Fry them?

- Yeah, fry them out of the sky.

You know, is that
done with solar beams?

- No, the solar panels
absorb the sunlight, Hugh.

They don't reflect it back
in concentrated death rays.

- Don't they confuse bees?

- A confused bee's better
than no bee at all, Sheila.

- They help the bees,
'cause they plant wildflowers

in between the solar panels.

- Where's this one going, then?

- Uh, it's, um, hang on a sec.

"Third-largest solar farm,"
yada yada yada yada.

"30 megawatts," no,
no, no, where is it?

Ah, here we are.

"Due to start construction
in six weeks at..."

[melancholic music]

- Look who I found.

Toni's here.

- Hi, love.

- Hello, you.

- Cider.

Numbers.

And an Aperol spritz
for me good lady wife.

- Oh, hee-hee.

- Thanks, Terry.
- Thanks, Terry.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

- Hang on, has
something happened?

- Just found out
we've lost the farm.

- Oh, no, you've been
there for years, haven't you?

- Five - Well, exactly!

I mean, you've searched the
place out, you said yourself

you've got to accept
change, time to move on.

- No such thing as searched
out, Terry, there's always more.

- I've always thought
there's something good there,

something significant.

Well, I thought this was the
year we were gonna find it.

- How long are the solar
panels going to be there?

- Says the lease is 30 years.

- And how old are you now?

- 48.

- You'll find a new permission.

- I don't know, love, it's
getting harder and harder.

- Oh, well.

Let's all take off
our gloomy trousers

and talk about something else.

- Good idea, love.
- Yeah.

- [Terry] Change of subject.

Oh, I heard your Kate dropped
her keys the other night?

- Mm, how do you know that?

- Who told us that
Kate dropped her keys?

Was it Miriam in the pet shop?

- Miriam heard from one
of the moms at Clown Land.

- Did she find them?
- I don't think she lost 'em.

- She just dropped them?
- I think so.

- I'll have to tell Miriam.
- If you could.

[peaceful acoustic guitar music]

- It might be a good thing, you
can spend more time with me,

or start writing songs again.

- Mm.

- When you gonna play me
something on your mandolin?

- Oh, I'm not that great.

- That wasn't the question.

- Ah, I don't know.

- Tonight?

- Ah.

- Kate's there?

- She's got some
friends staying.

- I don't mind.

- The place isn't really
my own at the moment.

- Well, can't you bring
your mandolin over to mine?

I stopped off at the
chemist and got these.

Seasickness pills.

- It's just, they
don't agree with me.

- "Yes, we do!"

- I've had 'em before and
they make me hallucinate.

- That sounds fun.
- Then I get the runs.

- Oh.

- Look.

Look, I'll talk to Kate
and I'll sort it out.

I'm sorry, I promise.

- Okay.

Well, then, I'll
see you tomorrow?

- All right, sorry.

- It's all right.

- Sorry.

[melancholic music]

[sighs]

I'm living in a squat.

- Did you say something?

- I said, I live in a squat.

Shit everywhere.

Towels on the
floor, piles of clothes,

dirty mugs and
plates, spillages.

- What's brought this on?

- Toni won't stay while
Kate's there, and I'm worried

she's gonna leave me
if I don't sort it out soon.

Place isn't mine anymore.

I want it all spick
and span again.

- You should say
something to Kate,

if she's staying
there rent free.

- Yeah, I know.

I'm worried if I say anything,

she's gonna up and leave again.

I'm walking on egg shells.

Literally.

There was egg shells all
over the kitchen floor last week.

- If it's any consolation,
I hate my job.

- I thought you loved your job?

- It's bullshit, I don't know
what's going on there.

The site manager doesn't
know what he's doing.

He's dead behind the
eyes, I thought you had to be

passionate to be an
archaeologist, you know?

It's not something you
can just fall into reluctantly.

Don't know what I'd do
without this place to escape to.

Haven't even got a shed.

- Call it a day?
- Go on, then.

Switching off detectors in five.

- [Together] Four.

Three.

- Two.
- Hang on.

[detector squeaks]

- What you got?

- Jumping around
between 50 and 80.

Probably just a shotty.

Bloody hell.

Look at that.

It's a whistle.

- That is lovely.

Good job, mate.

- What's that, military?

- Nah, hawking whistle.

A falconer would have
used that, call his bird back.

- Does it work?

It's full of dirt, hang on.

- Go on.

[high-pitched whistle]

[wind whistles]

Pub?

- Go on, then.

[somber atmospheric
music] [wind blows]

[high-pitched whistle]

♪ One's for sorrow ♪

♪ Two's for joy ♪

♪ Three's for a girl
and four's for a boy ♪

♪ Five's for silver,
six for gold ♪

♪ Seven's for a
secret never told ♪

♪ Devil, Devil ♪

♪ I defy thee ♪

♪ Devil, Devil ♪

♪ I defy thee ♪

♪ Devil, Devil ♪

♪ I defy thee ♪

♪ Oh, the magpie
brings us tidings ♪

♪ Of news both fair and foul ♪

♪ She's more cunning
than the raven ♪

♪ More wise than any owl ♪

♪ Though she brings
us news of the harvest ♪

♪ Of the barley,
wheat and corn ♪

♪ And she knows when
we'll go to our graves ♪

♪ And how we shall be born ♪

♪ One's for sorrow ♪

♪ Two's for joy ♪

♪ Three's for a girl
and four's for a boy ♪

♪ Five's for silver,
six for gold ♪

♪ Seven's for a
secret never told ♪

[peaceful folk music]