All language subtitles for Detectorists.S02E02.Episode.2.1080p.BluRay.REMUX.AVC.FLAC.2.0-MJOLNiR

Did you hear about
old Bob Cromer?

What about him?

Exhumed, mate.

What?

Grave robbed.

By who?

Nobody knows. Nighthawks.

Rumor has it he was buried
with some of his best finds.

James I guinea.
Medieval posy ring.

That Viking torc.

They came in the
night and dug him up.

Unbelievable.

The things some
people'll do for gold.

Poor old Bob.

Bet he never thought he'd
end up on that end of a detector.

♪ 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 ♪

Now, the idea of what
is considered beautiful

changes through time.

Like, well, back in
the Tudor period,

you might've been
considered really attractive.

You know, scrawny.
The beard and the hair.

Stick a ruff around your neck,

you could've been
one of Lizzy I's favorites.

Right, and how far back in
time would you have to go

before you were
considered attractive?

Oh, no, no, no. I...

My time is right
around the corner.

Within the next couple
of years, I reckon.

I'm gonna call it a day
and head into town.

Said I'd drop by the library.

Sophie's meeting Peter to
research that plane crash.

I can't get into it.

It's not old enough.

If it hasn't been forgotten,
I'm not interested.

I'm on a different quest.

Oh, yeah? What's that, then?

Oh, I don't know.

My heart has followed all my
days something I cannot name.

Blimey.

Yeah, I won't be able to rest

until I've danced
the gold dance.

You're not coming, then?

No, got plans.

Oh, yeah? What are you doing?

Hmm?

Oh, uh, got to
pop into Screwfix.

What have you gotten?

BOAT.

What, a boat?

Mm? No, B-O-A-T.

"Bit Off A Tractor."

What, haven't you
heard that one?

Course I haven't.
You just made it up.

Oh, it's an old one,
that is. Like POACH.

Go on.

"Part Off A Combine Harvester."

Bullshit.

- Hi.
- Hello.

- How are you?
- Good.

Um, listen, thank you for
helping me out with this.

It's all right.

I'm a sucker for
a bit of research.

You're a what?

Doesn't matter.

Are any of the
others coming down?

- Don't think so.
- That's good.

Yeah?

Yeah, they were
all so enthusiastic.

- Especially the main guy.
- Terry.

I'm worried they'll
be disappointed.

How come?

Well, even if we
find the crash site,

I don't think there'll be
much left of the plane.

Oh, we're used to not finding
very much at the DMDC.

It's what we do best.

Me?

I'm in fruit and veg.

I'm in fruit and vegetables.

Did you know 90% of onions

are consumed in
their country of origin?

Hmm.

There's hardly any
international trade in onions.

What, this old thing?

Heh. Oh, thank you.

Well, I've had it for years.

Do I drive?

Well, you, uh... You might
have seen that yellow car

parked up outside?

The, uh...

Yes.

TR7.

Do you know about them?

Well, I've, uh... I've actually
done quite a lot of work on her.

Resprayed her Aztec yellow,

whereas the original
would have been...

That's right. Mimosa yellow.

And you, uh...

Do you have a car?

Really?

What, the one in
"Back to the Future"?

I've given myself a year off.

I was fed up with my
job, so I jacked it in,

and I'm traveling for a year.

I wrote a list of things I
want to achieve in this year,

and one of those
things was to find

my grandfather's resting
place and lay a wreath.

That's really nice.

I've been wanting
to for a long time.

This year is the year
for getting things done.

So, what else is on your
list? Don't say bungee jumping.

- Catch a big fish.
- Okay.

Fall in love.

Wait, isn't that on
everybody's list all of the time?

Is it? I don't know.

Wasn't on mine for a long
time. But I'm ready now.

I'm going to make
a concerted effort.

Right, yeah, 'cause that's
usually how it happens.

- Yeah?
- Yeah, sure.

I mean, you
decide to fall in love,

you try really hard,
and then you fall in love!

- Mm, you're being sarcastic.
- Yeah!

- Well done! Very clever.
- Thank you.

So, what qualities are you
looking for in your new love?

- Sarcasm.
- Ohh.

As discussed, the summer fair
is going to be Dickens themed,

and I'd like all attending staff
in Victorian dress if you would.

This costume hire
company has a nice range.

Expensive, but worth it.

As I'm sure you're all aware,

last year Oakfield
Lane Primary School

raised £5,000 at
their annual fete,

and I'm determined
we're going to beat that.

Um, could I ask you
all not to double-park

outside the front of the school?

Mr. Dale had to get
to Asda yesterday,

and he couldn't get out.

Well, where are we
supposed to go, then?

I'm having to park further and
further away and walk the rest.

You only live a
mile away, Janet.

Exactly.

It's hardly worth
me driving in at all.

We need to sort out
some more parking spaces.

Hi.

Hey, Lance.

It's Andy.

Oh, yeah. Lance
is the other guy.

Funny little guy.

Funny little guy?

Yeah, you know.

Hmm. How's it going?

Good, good.

We found a newspaper article,
and Sophie's gone to get coffee.

Oh, great. Can I see?

This is from the
morning after the crash.

There is no photo, and they just
said it was near Henburystone.

Nothing more specific.

But it does say that the plane
came straight down nosefirst

and pretty much buried
itself in the ground.

And does it mention the crew?

Um...

No, I don't think so.

All right, well, I found a
list of their names online.

It doesn't say what
happened to them,

but it does say that they
were all accounted for,

which I don't understand.

- Which was your grandfather?
- Let me see.

Yeah, here.

Reinfried Schneider.

Hmm. Forward gunner.

Right.

Here's Sophie.

Andy, I thought you said you
might not be able to make it.

Yeah, but I managed to.

Great.

Can I...?

Yeah, yeah.

So Peter showed me the article.

Yeah.

I'm hoping other papers
might have photographs

of the crash site, so we
should carry on looking.

Yeah.

It's quite a lot to
go through, actually.

Right.

Should we just crack on with
that then, or did you want to...

Oh, no, yeah. I'll... I'll
let you crack on with that.

I've got some
shopping to do, so...

- See you later.
- Yep. See you.

- Cheers.
- Cheers, Lance.

It's Andy.

Andy.

The residents of Whitehall Lodge
are complaining that the parents

are parking their cars in the
residents-only parking bays.

We must make sure
that the parents know

they're not allowed to do that.

Similarly, parents are parking
on the yellow zigzag lines

at the front of the school,

and we must make sure they
know that they can't do that,

even if they're
just dropping off.

Uh, any other business?

Frances.

Are we allowed to park
on Meadow View Road?

It's just it doesn't say
anywhere it's residents only.

But they're claiming the
same parking restrictions

stretch around from Church Road

even though there
aren't any, um, signs.

Well, if there aren't any signs,

it means there aren't
any parking restrictions.

Right.

So can I park there?

Mmmpbht!

Becky?

Sorry. I have to go.

Hey.

I've just walked out of
a stupid staff meeting.

'Cause they're all a bunch
of small-minded idiots

who can only talk about
how bloody difficult it is

to park their fucking cars!

Bloody hell, you sound
furious. You all right?

Hang on.

Hang on a second, Becks.

It made me realize, Andy,

I really need to
get out of here.

I want to talk to you some
more about this VSO thing.

I think we should
do it. The three of us.

You should hear
Martin talking about it.

It sounds wonderful.

Andy?

Andy?

Sorry. Got distracted.
I'll see you at home.

Um, I figure 20 years,
that's not that vast, is it?

- Uh, I better take this.
- Mm-hmm.

Hello.

All right, it's me.
Where are you?

Oh. I told you... Screwfix.

Oh, yeah. I forgot.

Have they got a
mariachi band playing?

Oh, yeah, I know.

Having a Mexican afternoon.

Uh, no, I just...

I forgot to ask whether
you're going to the club.

All right. I'll see you there.

Oh, can you get me
some masonry nails?

Galvanized.

Yeah, okay.

I'd better go. They're
bringing out the piñata.

Adios.

Hello.

I'm in here.

All right, sweary.

Oh. Was I swearing a lot?

Yeah, an unnecessary
amount, I'd say.

Oh, good God. I was
just about to break.

I'd had all that I could take of
their petty parking problems.

And their fete, for
goodness sake!

You rapping?

No, I think it was just a fluke.

Say something else.

I want a change, Andy.

I want to get out of that
school and try something else,

go somewhere else.

No, none of that really rhymed.

I wasn't trying to rhyme.

Oh, sorry. What were you saying?

Doesn't matter.

They can't fire you, can they,

for storming out
of a staff meeting?

I didn't storm. I just left.

We'd really be up shit
creek if you lost your job.

I want to show you this.

Don't hand in
your notice just yet.

Oh, you'll never
guess what I saw.

Looks like Lance has taken
our advice to try Internet dating.

I saw him holding
hands with a girl,

when he said he was
going to the DIY shop.

Yeah? Nobody we know?

No, really young.
Much younger than him.

- How young?
- 20s.

They were in a
café, didn't see me.

And they were holding hands?

Well, yeah. Touching
hands, flirting.

He was adamant
he wasn't gonna try it,

but I don't know how else
he could have met her so fast.

Why don't you just ask him?

Nah. He can tell
me when he's ready.

What's that? What's that?

That's a denarius.

Can you say, "Silver
denarius of Marcus Aurelius"?

Nah.

Here it is.

It seems it came down
so straight and so fast

that the hole sort of
filled itself in afterwards.

Always fill in your holes.

Bad taste, Russell.

It was so deep,
they just left it.

It looks like it's
never been disturbed.

And look... this tower.

Yeah, that's St. Giles.

I can see this tower from
where I park my camper.

Well, that's where
we should start.

Can you tell where this
photo was taken from?

It's hard to tell.

Yeah, you can only
see the top of the church.

We should get down
there and have a look.

Listen, Terry, if
we find the site,

I'll need to apply for a license

of Ministry of
Defence to dig it.

I was wondering if the DMDC
could do that on my behalf.

It might look better
coming from a club.

No problem at all, mate.

And here's an idea...

What if, when we
locate the wreckage,

we have the annual
rally on the site, eh?

Get everyone down.
More the merrier.

Barbecue. Make a day of it.

Can I keep some of the wreckage?

Well, I don't know
about that, Hugh.

I'll bring a wheelbarrow.

Hang on a second, guys.
This is not what I had in mind.

I want to find the
site, pay my respects.

I didn't necessarily
want lots of people there.

We'll cordon it off.

Hello? Mr. Mayor?

Uh, could I have a word, Terry?

Certainly, Mr. Mayor.

Well, this is an honor, sir.

How may I be of assistance?

Uh...

After a bit of a
favor, actually,

from you metal detectors.

Detectorists.

- Beg your pardon?
- Doesn't matter.

Ah. Um, damnedest thing.

I seem to have mislaid my
ceremonial chain of office,

and I thought maybe
you could find it for me.

Absolutely no
problem at all, sir.

I'll get a team on
it straightaway.

Russell.

No, no. No, no need
to... Silly to involve any...

Russell runs our new
jewelry-retrieval service.

The mayor here has
lost his chain of office.

- His what?
- It's a ceremonial chain.

You know, shouldn't
be too difficult to find.

Big, chunky thing.

I'll get Hugh.

No. No, no. No need to...

Hugh! The mayor's
lost his necklace.

Hugh runs the jewelry-retrieval
service with Russell.

They've had a lot of success.

Had quite a few stories
in the local paper.

- You may have seen them.
- No.

I have a scrapbook
if you want to see it.

- No.
- Oh.

Thank you.

I don't want to make a big fuss.

Silly to involve
too many people.

So where did you
say you lost it?

Uh, somewhere in the
long grass or in the bushes

up near the car park
by Barnfather Woods.

The car park near
Barnfather Woods?

Yes. You know the
one up... up there.

The place where all
the cars go after dark?

I have no idea what
happens there after dark.

I was walking my dog, and
it got caught on a branch

and, uh, pinged off
into the undergrowth.

Right, well, we'd
better get up there, then.

In the bushes on the
left-hand side of the car park.

- Okay.
- Yeah.

Soon as you can.

Um, if we do
manage to find it...

Yes?

All right to call the local
papers down, take a photo?

For the scrapbook.

No. No.

You see, because, um...
Because that wouldn't do at all.

I... I was gonna make

an anonymous donation
to the club if you found it.

And I don't like to boast
about my charity work,

so any publicity might prevent
me from making such a donation.

Do you see?

Yes, I think so.

Fantastic.

There we are.

You ever thought about
what kind of dance you'd do

if you found gold?

Oh, no.

It's bad luck to
practice beforehand.

Has to be spontaneous. Yeah.

Yeah, I've... I've no idea
what'll come out on the day.

But I imagine
it'll be exuberant.

Not too exuberant, though.

Remember what
happened to Derek Hoof.

Oh, yeah. Dislocated a hip.

It wasn't even gold
in the end, was it?

- Milk-bottle top.
- Embarrassing.

Hey.

- Morning.
- Wotcha.

All right?

Ooh. Oh!

So this is it? The
famous metal detector?

It's the CTX, yeah.

She was one of the
first in the country.

I've souped her up a bit,
fitted her with a larger coil.

Might give her another coat of
wax midway through the season.

How does it work?

Jesus.

What's the "on" button?

Well... No, I don't really
like to switch her on

so close to the car,
overhead power cables.

It might overload the...

Ah, look at me. I'm
gonna find some treasure.

No, well, you won't
find anything here.

You haven't got
it on the right...

Hey, hey! Wow!

It made some noise,
guys. I found something.

Yeah, but it's on
the wrong setting.

It'll probably be a drinks
can, so close to the road.

It's just gonna
be modern litter.

Give me a spade. This is great.

Come on, you don't
want to dig it up now.

What's the reading?

35. Is that good?

No. It's iffy.

You know, it doesn't
mean anything.

35?

Give me the spade.

Well, dig it up if you like,
but you're wasting your time.

I tell you what.
Maybe we should...

No way, man.
This is my treasure.

Coke can.

- Told you, didn't I?
- Yeah, you did.

I said it was a
drinks can, didn't I?

- Unbelievable.
- And you didn't listen.

- Unbelievable.
- Ridiculous.

It's always the virgins.

- Yeah.
- It's always the same.

The ones who go out the
first time think they know best.

Would he listen?

What was it? A drinks can.

It was only ever gonna be junk.

Ha!

Is it true what
Sophie's told me,

that Terry got blown
up by a bomb last year?

Afraid so.

Threw him 40 foot
in the air, he reckons.

Would have never believed
the world of metal detecting

was so full of danger and peril.

Believe it, baby.

- Extreme sport.
- Fast and furious.

Speaking of which, hold on
to your hats, ladies and gents.

There's a Saxon
round-tower church.

Boom.

Not much to go on.

We can walk in a
big circle around it

and look out for features.

Yeah, right.

Call if you find anything.

Oh. Okay.

Well, this is our
permission anyway, so...

Want to do a couple of hours?

- Go on, then.
- See you in a bit.

Thought you were gonna pass
out when he grabbed your detector.

Well, do you have a
strum on Bob Dylan's guitar

without asking him?

No.

No.

A man's detector is like his...

- His what?
- Woman.

Woman?

You know what I mean.

You don't touch
another man's detector.

Or his woman.

Exactly.

Did you see the
look on his face?

I thought he was going to cry.

You shouldn't have
taken his detector.

I couldn't help it.

You don't mess with
Lance's metal detectors.

He's got more than one?

Legend has it he has a
false bookcase that pulls back

to a really secret
cabinet full of them.

- Yeah?
- That's what they say.

They're so weird. Why
do you hang out with them?

They're not weird.

Yeah, they are. They're freaks.

You're relatively normal
compared to them.

I like them. They're my friends.

I'm not too keen on Terry's idea

of holding the rally
at the crash site.

It's supposed to be
a special moment.

Oh. He means well.

It's just, once he's got
an idea in his head...

Could you speak with him, try
to make him change his mind?

I can try.

Thanks.

I didn't mean to
insult your friends.

You're forgiven.

They are weird.
That's why I like them.

Oh, God.

Who are they?

They look like...

Simon and Garfunkel.

- Opal Fruits.
- Yeah.

Toffos?

Toffos, good one.

Spangles?

- Lazy.
- Yeah, sorry.

So Becky said she
saw you with someone.

In town.

Oh, yeah? Who?

Don't know. A woman.

Oh. When?

Tuesday, I think. Afternoon.

I don't know.

Uh, maybe it's the old
lady from downstairs.

No, I think it was
someone younger.

Well, Mrs. Morris
looks young for her age.

- Well, how old is she?
- 93.

Definitely someone younger.

Message from Sophie.

"S and G alert.
Heading your way."

What's an S and G alert?

Hello there!

Old friends.

Indeed.

Been a long time, hasn't it?

It has.

Lot of water under the bridge.

Troubled water.

Pardon?

Troubled water that
the bridge is over.

We just bumped into
Sophie and her boyfriend.

I don't think they're a couple.

Ooh! Did I touch a nerve?

No.

They told us about
the plane crash.

They told you?

He did, yeah.

Plane crash, granddad. Mm!

Very moving story.

What are you getting at?

But is that the
real reason, hmm?

Or is there something else?

Something you're
hoping you might find?

The first one.

- Really?
- Really.

You don't need metal
detectors to lay a wreath.

Oh, wise words.

We wanted to see you,
actually. To thank you.

We have formed a brand-new club.

- That so?
- Yes.

You did us a big favor
when you absorbed

some of our
less-committed members.

Allowed us to streamline.

We are now a
highly efficient unit

comprising a dozen
or so elite detectorists.

What are you called?

The Dirt Sharks.

- Eww. Really?
- Yuck.

And what's wrong
with the Dirt Sharks?

Sounds a bit, you know...

- Aggressive.
- Invasive.

I don't think so.

- Predatory.
- Predatory, yes.

Sharks are highly
efficient hunters.

And you, with your
metal detectors,

are like sharks swimming
not through water,

but through dirt,

and hunting for
metal instead of food?

Yeah. Exactly.

Oh, yeah, that's good, that is.

Yeah, it works. It's good.

Well done.

Yeah.

So, what, are you, uh, looking
to share our permissions?

'Cause you got two
hopes of that... Bob and no.

It's amazing.

Why is it I understand so
very little of what you say?

'Cause you're as thick
as two short plonks.

- Planks.
- You're welcome.

Come on, Paul.

Don't...

What a mallet.

Why are they here? What
do they think they know?

Phone Sophie.

Make sure Peter knows
not to say anything else.

Tell him to keep schtum.

Sound of silence.