All language subtitles for Detectorists.S02E03.Episode.3.1080p.BluRay.REMUX.AVC.FLAC.2.0-MJOLNiR

Describe it to me again.

It's the, um, you know...

It's the big, chunky chain

that the mayor wears
on special occasions.

It lets everyone
know he's the mayor.

- And this is where he lost it?
- So he says.

Why would he wear it here?

Your guess is as good as mine.

It's probably best not to
think too much about it.

Do you think that's what
the mayor was doing?

Which one?

That one.

Possibly.

Maybe not exactly that, but
certainly along those lines.

Do you think he was wearing
his chain when he was doing it?

I suppose so.

What for?

Probably gives him
a sense of power.

- Can we go home now?
- Yeah.

Don't want to stick around
here any longer than we have to.

She's gonna catch her death.

♪ 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 ♪

Oh, Lance, hello.

Sophie.

Hello.

- What are you up to?
- I was just, uh...

Oh, I was just, um...

picking up a few things.

Nice flowers.

Yeah, yeah. Brighten
the place up a bit.

What kind of...

Freesias, I think.

And chocolates?

Yeah. Give
myself a little treat.

Why not?

Exactly.

Can you smell the early '90s?

No.

Anyway, good to see you.

Yeah, you too.

Enjoy the chocolates.

Sorry?

Chocolates?

Yeah. Yeah.

Your phone's ringing.

It's Sophie.

Can you answer it?
I'm up to my elbows.

Hi, Sophie. It's Becky.

Yes, he's changing a nappy.

All right.

Hang on.

Sophie's just bumped into Lance,

and she thinks something's
about to go down.

- Like what?
- Like what?

She saw him in the supermarket

buying all the
materials required

to make a romantic evening.

Oh, God, he must have got
the instructions off the Internet.

I got to wash my hands.
What was he buying?

What was he buying?

Flowers, chocolates, aftershave.

What kind?

Freesias, Ferrero
Rocher, Fahrenheit.

Christ.

Hello?

You still got the
suspect in your sights?

All right, follow at a discreet
distance and report back.

Oh, and Sophie? Be safe.

You are a bunch of kids.

We're just concerned about him.

We don't want him to
make a fool of himself.

Mm, because you're
an expert in that field?

Listen, tomorrow
night, shall we go out?

Just the two of us.

Yeah, okay. What's
brought this on?

Nothing's brought this on.

I'm only suggesting
going to a restaurant.

Cool. Who'll babysit?

- Well, let's face it.
- Your mum.

She's free.

Course she is. She
doesn't have any friends.

I meant she doesn't
cost anything.

Oh, yeah, sorry.

She is his grandmother.

I just wish we didn't have
to rely on her so much.

Well, I think I've got
a plan to deal with her.

Murder? Really? Okay.

Not murder.

I know someone. I
can make a phone call.

Not murder.

Oh, look, it's Forrest Gump.

Oh, yeah.

Hello.

Uh, we were just
looking for something.

Yeah, I-I... I lost something.

Don't think we'll
ever find it. Do you?

No, no, I don't.

- Was it valuable?
- What?

The thing you lost.

N-No. V-Very cheap.

Oh, well, we should
just call it a day.

I think we're just
gonna call it a day.

Who was that?

Uh, I don't know. But
they were spying on you.

Oh. Hello.

Hello.

How are you?

Yeah, not bad. Good.

Yourself?

Good.

- Should we...
- Yeah, okay.

It's quite reasonable.

No, i-it's horrible.

It's not horrible. It
can be... Imagine...

It looks like a white hearse.

About 22, 23. Blond.

Yeah, that's her.
Did he see you?

No, but she did.
I'm shit at spying.

Well, that's already
been established.

But he dumped the
chocolates and the flowers?

Yep. But the smell of aftershave
was very much still in the air.

It's amazing, isn't it?

All the information at
our fingertips these days.

Oh, it certainly is, Sheila.

The things Terry gets
up to on his computer.

Do you know where he
sent an e-mail last week?

Where?

New Zealand.

Yeah?

Terry!

Please, Terry. Hugh's
cousin's a mechanic.

- No.
- Oh...

Terry, tell them where you
sent an e-mail last week.

New Zealand.

Told you.

Yeah. Easy, really.

Just a click of a button.

Friends that we met in
the Peak District on holiday.

Rory and Simone.

- And have you heard back?
- Not yet.

So let us show you
what we've turned up.

Sorry I'm late.

Had to, uh, do something.

You smell nice.

Okay, so we're pretty sure

that this is the same
view of the round tower

because of this window here,

and the photograph would have
been taken 'round about here,

looking in this direction,

pretty much where we
parked the cars the other day.

Well, that's just farm. That's
actually on our permission.

We haven't got
to that field yet,

but it's definitely
on the same farm.

No. No, you're in
the wrong place.

No, we're not. What do you mean?

No, you're on the
wrong side of the church.

How do you know?

Well, look at the motorbike.

Numbers on the
plate, back to front.

Image has been reversed.

Good God, you're right.

Huh.

Window should be on
the other side of the tower.

Need to be here.

Unfortunately we
don't have permission

to detect in that field.

- Oh, dear.
- What?

Russell, did you
ever get a chance

to, uh, look for the
mayor's chain of office?

We tried, but we
couldn't stomach it.

It's horrible up there.

Well, I think you're gonna have
to find the courage to go back,

because unless I'm
very much mistaken,

this land belongs to none
other than the mayor himself.

So, Russell, Hugh, your
mission is to find the chain,

return it, and in lieu of the
aforepromised donation,

see if you can
persuade the mayor

to let us detect on his farm.

Do we have to? It
is putrid up there.

Hugh saw some things up there

that such young eyes
should never have to witness.

He hasn't spoken about it since.

Oh, come on, man up, Russell.

You go!

Wouldn't be seen
dead in those woods.

Exactly! At least not until you
were properly decomposed.

Russ!

I wouldn't be surprised

if both Hugh and me
have caught an infection.

Well, wear protective clothing.

Come on, chaps.
Steel yourselves!

This one's for the club.

I mean, you could even
pop 'round there now.

We'll go in the morning.

Oh.

What, where are all the
cars go and park up after dark,

and they go...

Exactly.

Well, what was the
mayor doing up there

in his chains of office?

Well, maybe that's
how he gets his kicks.

Takes all sorts.

Terry likes to wear his...

Lance doesn't need
to... Nobody needs to...

Ah, here we are!

I'll pay for these.

Now, so we got a J.D. and C,

G and slimline T,

three pints of numbers, and
a Dubonnet and lemonade.

- How much is that?
- £24.50.

You can keep that. Cheers.

So, Sheila, do you get
out there in the fields

with a metal detector?

Oh, gosh, no, Peter.

I couldn't think of
anything more tedious.

Even so, you have
a great percentage

of female club members.

Well, I should say we've
probably got above average.

And we also got two
lesbians and an Asian.

Very proud.

Louise and Varde
are also women, Terry.

They're not just lesbians.

Yeah, but you know what I mean.

We've got all the
minorities covered.

Are women a minority?

Well, you know what I mean.

I don't know if we do, Terry.

Oh, God, it's a minefield.
I'm just gonna shut up.

Hey, look, it's these guys.

Oh, shit.

Ah. Evening, ladies.

Ha. Yes, your catchphrase.

It's really good.
It's very amusing.

Here they are...
The Dirt Sharks.

- The what?
- You heard me.

Yes, we have re-formed.

We are now known
as the Dirt Sharks.

Yuck.

Don't know why everyone has
such a problem with that name.

It was unanimously chosen
from a very attractive short list.

Mm. What were
some of the others?

Dirt Surfers.

It's Peter, isn't it?

That's right.

We wondered if we might have
a word with you about your quest.

Plane crash?

- Certainly.
- In private, please.

These guys are all
helping to find the plane.

Any information you
have is very welcome,

and we'd all like to hear.

You do realize that you
will have to have a license

from the Ministry of
Defence to dig the site,

even if you do
find it, don't you?

It's all in hand. Thank you.

And you'll have to have a
finds liaison officer present

to record any items of value.

Well, we're not expecting
to find any items of value.

- Oh, aren't you?
- No.

What are you getting at?

According to the Protection
of Military Remains Act 1986,

any crash site
suspected of having...

Everything is done by the book.

You don't need to worry.

Thank you for your help.

Good night.

Night.

Wankers.

Those two give me the willies.

Rival club?

Sophie used to spy for them.

Really? You didn't
tell me about that.

Yes, and they
won't let me forget it.

Their methods are unsound.

Nighthawks.

You were a nighthawk?

No, I was duped.

We rescued her
from the dark side.

That's hilarious.

I knew there was something
I didn't trust about you.

Shut up.

They're getting on well.

What, Sophie and
Peter? That'll never work.

Why not?

He's too old for her.

Is he?

I don't know. What's a
reasonable age difference?

Well, sometimes 10 years.

What about 20?

But he's not 20
years older than her.

No, no. But would
20 be too much?

Yeah, probably. What
are you talking about?

Nothing.

You walking home?

Um, Peter's giving me a lift.

You only live down the road.

Y-Yeah.

Oh, it... Yeah,
no, I-I know, yeah.

See you later, then.

- Yeah, see ya.
- Bye, Andy.

Better get this
over and done with.

Russ?

Ugh!

What is it?

Look.

Oh, yeah.

I've seen a few of
those scattered about.

All different colors.

Has that one been used?

It looks like it.
It's got a knot in it.

Oh, yeah.

Well, I'm not touching it.

Neither am I.

Flick it off with a stick.

Can you get me a stick?

It was in his hair.

Seriously, it came
out with such force,

it shot out the
back of his nappy,

up his back, and it was
all matted in his hair.

Had to tease it out with a comb.

Is this really an
after-dinner story?

I've just had sticky
toffee pudding.

Do you want another drink?

Uh, maybe.

Let's have another drink.

Do you remember what we
used to talk about before Stan?

You mean we didn't used
to talk about poo all the time?

Hardly ever.

We used to talk about the
future and what we wanted to do.

About our hopes and dreams.

Can I tell you what Gay
Martin said about VSO?

Uh...

Please, Andy, don't just
close your mind to this.

And don't just clam up.

If you are really against
this, I need to know why.

I've told you. I think
Stan's too young.

How can we look after a
three-month-old baby in Africa?

- Africans manage it.
- You know what I mean.

I'm so scared, Andy, that
now we've had a baby, that's it,

we're never gonna do anything
brave or exciting ever again

because we're too nervous
about changing anything.

I don't get to see
enough of Stan.

If we don't do this now,
we might never do it.

We need to be brave, both of us.

We both need to say,
"Fuck it, let's do this."

- Yeah.
- Yeah?

Something to finish off?

Yes, please. I'd like a
Scotch, double, no ice.

Sir?

Um, just a decaffeinated
coffee, please.

Quite weak.

Plenty of milk, but cold
milk so it's not too hot.

Just tepid.

Would you like a
marshmallow with it?

Oh, yes, please.

Let me show you what I found.

Toutswemogala Hill in Botswana.

They've been excavating
an Iron Age civilization there

for the past five years.

They've just received
funding for a further year,

and they're recruiting
new graduates

as field archaeologists.

And look.

The nearest town is
50 kilometers away,

so they've begun
building a village

close to the excavation
site for the workers.

And they've set up a
school for the children,

and the school needs volunteers.

Well?

Yeah, it's... I don't know.

Look at it, Andy. It's
almost too good to be true.

Who'd look after Stan?

We would. Both of us.

Be difficult without
your mum about.

You always moan when
he goes to my mum's.

She helps a lot.

Oh, you are such a hypocrite.

It's... It's not just that.

I mean, wouldn't
we be mad to risk it

while you've got a job
and a steady income?

It's the only
security we've got.

I gave in my notice.

What? When?

When I went back to work, I
gave in my notice at the same time.

I told them I was only gonna
be there for one more term.

When were you gonna tell me?

I... I didn't want to put
pressure on you finding a job.

I was gonna tell you
as soon as you got work.

But the weeks and
months are passing by,

and you're still signing on.

Oh, no, wait.
Oh, we're too late.

Applications closed yesterday.

I know. I've already
applied for you.

You've got an
interview on Tuesday.

Jeez. Any more revelations?

Just go along and
do the interview.

It'll be good practice.

And... And if you
don't get it, nothing lost.

And if I do?

Then we'll discuss it some more.

Please.

Please be brave.

Madame, double scotch, no ice.

Thank you.

And for you, sir,

weak, mild, tepid, sweet,
decaffeinated coffee.

- Enjoy.
- Thank you.

What, you don't think I
should have the marshmallow?

You think it'll keep me awake?

Africa Botswana?

No, Botswana-upon-Thames.

Bloody hell.

Ridiculous, right?

You can't take a
baby to Botswana.

- How long for?
- A year.

It's completely the wrong time.

We need to wait
until Stanley's older.

Sounds brilliant.

What? Not you as well.

Well, sounds right
up your strasse.

Brushing the dirt
with little brushes.

Why wouldn't you
want to go for that?

You can't wait to get rid of me.

Who would you go detecting with?

Oh, don't worry about me.

Anyway, I might not
have quite so much time

to go detecting from now on.

Why's that?

Oh, nothing. You
know, just things.

Other things going on.

Other people.

Here. You remember
old Mick Wiffin?

He used to wear period
costumes when he was detecting.

That's it.

Swore he found more from the
era of the clothes he was wearing.

Frock coat and periwig, he'd
find Georgian buckles and coins.

Pops on a toga... Roman stuff.

You didn't want to see him

when he was searching for
prehistoric artifacts, though.

Tiny strip of rabbit fur.

And he was a big bloke.

You see "Celebrity Mastermind"?

Yeah, general-knowledge
questions were a joke.

Oh. I didn't. I was out.

Like children's questions.

Didn't see it. Went
out with someone.

General-knowledge questions
on normal "Mastermind"

are well difficult.

Nobody you'd know.

Why do celebrities
get easier questions?

Mm?

Oh, for Christ's sake, mate, I
know you've been seeing someone.

- I saw you, and Sophie saw you.
- When?

In a café when you said you
were gonna be at the DIY shop,

and in the park.

So you've seen her?

Yes, mate. So stop being
so fucking mysterious.

She's beautiful, isn't she?

I haven't seen her close
up. I don't know. Is she?

Yeah.

What's her name?

Kate.

How many times
have you seen her?

Three times.

And how old is she?

22.

What?

What do you mean,
"What?" You know what.

Isn't she a bit young for you?

Nope.

She's exactly the right age.

Aah! Stop speaking in
riddles! Tell me what's going on!

- She's my daughter!
- Right! Thank you!

- She's...
- Dah, dah, dah!

I just need to process.

- Your daughter?
- Yeah.

That you knew about?

Yes.

And that you
didn't tell me about?

Why should I have done?

No reason. It's
just a little thing.

I only met her last week.

She looks just like her mother.

Well, who's her mother?

I only knew her a
couple of months.

She was about
the age Kate is now.

I fell for her hook,
line, and sinker.

Summer fling.

Met a girl, spent
the summer with her.

Tell me more, tell me more.
Was it love at first sight?

Mate. I'm trying
to open up here.

- Sorry.
- Anyway...

Come the end of the summer,
she found out she was pregnant.

Furious. Sawed my bed in half.

Sawed it in half?

Chainsaw.

Lengthways?

Across.

Disappeared back to
Ireland. I never saw her again.

And, what, Kate found you?

Yeah. She e-mailed
me last month.

I always hoped she would.

Mate, it's a brave new world.

It's time to confront
past mistakes.

And I think you
should take that job.

So did the council come
and pick that up, then?

The bed.

I dismantled it in the end.

Take it up the dump.

Took three trips.