All language subtitles for Bergerac s08e03 The Dig

Can't you take us any further?

Come on.

But why not?

Right, everybody out!

Here.

And here.

And here.

Then round here.

That's right.

Bring it the other way around
a little bit. Go on, keep going.

In my way. Up you
go. That's right.

Blooming peasants.

I've got a bit of land
just up the road, you know.

Right on the edge of the cliffs.

Could have had a nice little place
there for you, sea view,

- proper front door.
- This one next, fellas.

That will never go through that door.

Right.

I say this will never
go through that door.

Yes, I heard you, Charlie.
Will you give us a hand?

Bloody, it's not
even as if it looks...

Shut up, Charlie!

After three. One, two, three.

Four.

Five.

Six. And here.

Right. Who's doing the honours?

Alice.

What's the matter?
Put it down. Put it down!

Drop it! Drop it!

Move it, lads! Move yourselves!
Get out of there. Drop it!

Where's the pinch?
In your chest, is it?

I'll get Dr Thompson.

Emergency medical services.

Ambulance, please.

Yeah, Sergeant Bergerac here,
could you send an ambulance, please?

Jim!

Jim.

Jim!

He's not in.

Well, it's quiet. I'll give him that.

God, this is turning into
a really great night out.

Where can we get a pint round here?

Well, you're the
detective, you tell me.

- I just did that.
- Thanks, Ben.

- I'll get these, then, shall I?
- Yeah, all right.

Two pints of lager, please.

- I'm sorry, were you waiting?
- That's okay.

- But you could get me a half.
- It's on me.

And a half.

- I take it all back.
- What?

Her.

Go on.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- So, where are you from?
- Are you from around here?

- You go first.
- Um, what was I saying again?

Where are you from?

- What, you or me?
- St Helier.

We're policemen.

Brilliant, Ben.

That's really broken the ice.

- Do you come here often?
- First time.

He can sniff out new
talent a mile away.

- Hey!
- Sorry.

- Hey, what's your game?
- Sorry.

- You with them campers or what?
- Yes, why?

- Thought you were.
- Look, it was completely my fault.

Look, I'm not talking to you.

Listen. I'd find somewhere else.
You hear me?

What's the matter with him?

I kicked him.

That's terrible.
There's one in every police force.

I'm off.
I knew that last rum was a mistake.

Okay.

- Sorry.
- Hang on, you've got my things.

Here, here, here.

Look, it's dark outside.

Why don't you offer to walk her home?
Go on.

So, you're not local.
What are you doing here?

- But it's not his heart?
- No.

Well, what is it?
Is it muscle strain or something?

I think it's more serious than that.

- How serious?
- We'll see how he is in the morning.

♪ There's no discouragement

♪ And make him once relent

♪ His first avowed intent

♪ To be a pilgrim

♪ Hobgoblin nor foul fiend
can him dispirit

♪ He knows he in the end
shall life inherit ♪

Get away from me!

Help!

Help!

Hello!

Help! Help me!

Help!

Help!

Help!

Help me, someone!

And you're sure
no one followed you?

- It was dark. Ouch!
- Sorry.

I just remember... I don't know.

Wings.

Claws, something huge.

How huge?

It seemed enormous.
As big as the tent.

I know, it's ridiculous.

Well, you've certainly
made a mess of yourself.

There.

What say you just had a panic
and ran into some brambles.

Sure. I don't know.

Well, why don't you stay
until the others get back?

No, I'll be all right.

Goodnight. And thank you.

Has she just been drinking?
Or has she been smoking something?

We were all students once.

I wasn't.

Well, I can only offer
you some whisky.

No. No, thanks.
I had better be off home.

A policeman's lot?

No, I've just moved houses,

and all my stuff is lying
around in boxes, you know.

Sorry we've disturbed you.

I'll call round again tomorrow, okay?

Morning.

You drop this money?

It's not mine.

What's that you're throwing?

Salt.

You have to leave that.

- What for?
- Luck.

- Do you often do you do this?
- When needs be.

Yeah, when's that?

- You with them over there?
- No.

I thought you were.

There was a girl
up here last night.

Said she was attacked.

Do you know what kind
of bird this is from?

Well, if you do see anything...

My dad would know.

Surely, a bird will attack you.
A lapwing will attack you.

What does a lapwing look like?

- You don't know that?
- No.

Lord help us.

Well, what's this from?

It's a raven.

- How big?
- Raven-size.

How big do you want?

No, I mean, what's the biggest sort
of bird this could have come from?

As big as you like.
If that's wing, it's normal size.

If it's belly,
it's off a flying bloody cart horse.

Well, I haven't seen
one of them in Jersey.

Yeah, well, you've
never seen a lapwing.

Shut up that noise, will you!

Soft in the head, that one.

Well, they both are. They're
both soft. Will you be going now!

Yes, I am. And thank you.

What's all this
about these campers on Bournelid?

They're archaeologists.
They're doing a dig up there.

Doing a what?

Don't talk to me
about best interests, lad,

I'm losing 300 quid
a day in here, minimum.

But Mr Hungerford...

There you are, Jim.
Have you got your car?

Is he well enough to move?

It walks, it talks, it's almost human.
Now, pass me that shoe.

- There you go.
- Thank you.

- Well, what was wrong with him?
- Don't ask him. He doesn't know.

Well, if you'd agree to stay in

- for a few more days...
- Well, I don't know.

Have I got everything?
You know, I blame that sideboard.

- Indestructible?
- Is he?

Keep out of
doctors' hands, Jim.

Only the good die young?
Still, it were nice of you to visit.

Actually, I wanted to
ask you something.

Well, I think I
fancy a drink. Over this way.

About that bit of land you own
up near my place.

- Bournelid?
- Yeah.

That won't be any use to you,
they've turned down the planning.

You know there's people digging
up there, don't you?

Yeah, a nice-looking woman
from Southampton

who thinks that
some character she's studying

- might be buried there or something.
- And there's some opposition to it.

I'm not doing any building.
What's the problem this time?

No, it's not the senate.
It's a local, Mr Eli Thomas.

Yes. It was Mr
Eli-blasted-Thomas last time.

"A site of local interest",
he's dubbed it.

It's all very well for him,
but I bought 10 bloody grand's worth.

Have you seen it?
Nowt but rocks and heather.

- Well, he lives up there...
- Well, he's a cantankerous old fool

who ought to learn
to mind his own business.

- I quite liked him, actually.
- You never were a judge of character.

I married your daughter.

She were no judge of character either.

- I'm sorry, it's me again.
- No, no, please come in.

One of the girls has not come back.
She went for a walk at lunchtime,

her wallet and everything's
still in her tent.

She probably met someone, but...

- Want a cup of tea?
- Thanks.

I guess they're old enough
to look after themselves, only,

this happened to me once before.

Okay, I'll make a few calls.
What's her name?

Eleanor.

You're lucky here.

I've always loved islands.

- Hence the Vikings?
- Not really.

I don't know.

It creeps up on you.
You get obsessional about someone.

What, even with dead people?

- You mean Bjorn.
- Who's he?

Bjorn Hlyd.

Bjorn's Cliff, Bournelid. I think.

Well, I hope.

He was my husband's, originally.

We worked together.

And that's the last
time this happened.

In Norway.

It's almost déjà vu,
waiting for that phone to ring.

Who went missing last time?

He did. Jack.

They were excavating a long ship
further up the fjord.

He could have gone on to Vesterålen,

so we didn't miss him
till the second day.

When did he get back?

He didn't.

They found his dinghy.

You can't survive in the water there.

So you never...

No.

Someone you do
absolutely everything with just...

That didn't put you off archaeology?

"Throw yourself back into the work."
That's what they say, isn't it?

Yeah, or to find someone else,
don't you?

Hello?

Yes.

Yes, sure.

We'll give her till first light, okay?

The choppers have made a
couple of passes over the east coast.

They're trying down
round the coop now.

Well, if there's nothing by noon,
you'd better call it a missing persons.

I might as well use the Bureau?
Get away from this place eventually.

- What's this about a molester?
- That's the other girl.

- Yes?
- It's nothing,

- just a bird in a bramble bush.
- Bird in a what?

I mean, what kind of a bird?

Do you know what a lapwing looks like?

- Of course.
- Of course.

Well, it's not one of them.

Hey! Hungerford.

What?

- I want a word with you.
- I can hear you from there.

It's about this digging on Bournelid.

That's my private property
and so is this.

There's one of them
missing already, you know.

One of who?

You come with me.
I've got something to show you.

Write me a letter.
I don't have the time.

Right. Well, I warned you.
Just don't say you never knew.

Never knew what?

What didn't I know?

Hey, wait a minute.

I'm a busy man, you know, Thomas.

You folk don't know
the meaning of work.

I just hope
this is important, that's all.

- They weren't like you then.
- Who? When?

Lazy and pompous

and self-satisfied.

No wonder them Vikings came here.

This isn't Viking,
I know that much.

This is.

The great Bjorn came here.

The great Bjorn,
the scourge of land and sea,

who held all the
islands under his sway.

Yes, well, I've had
the tour, thank you.

Worse, once he come.

Do you know what the Blood Eagle is?

When they cracked open your chest
with their axes

and scooped out your heart
and your lungs.

No, I didn't know that.

And quite honestly, I don't give a damn
what happened a thousand years ago.

Thirty generations. That's all.

Thirty generations.

You ask the real people,

country people up north.

They give a damn.

I remember boatloads
of brutes with axes,

having to pay them off
with salt and money,

- scattered so that the likes of you...
- Me?

This is the 20th century,
you silly, old nincompoop.

...could sleep easy.

How do I get out of here?

I told you before,
what you're digging up, Mr Hungerford.

I told you, didn't I?

It isn't just old bones.

Just show me the door. That's all.

It's the black heart of the island.

- Rubbish.
- You ask the people in the north.

They know.

- You're not local.
- Near as damn it.

May not have been born a Jersey man,
but I shall probably die here.

Aye, you probably will.

- I hope that wasn't a threat.
- You ask the people in the north.

It's not up to me.

It's him!

There's your door.

Thank you...

...very much.

In the pub, three days ago.

Not since then?

Not since they arrived.

How do people around here feel
about the students?

Nothing special.

I just thought that some people
might not want them here.

- Only superstitious folk.
- Like who?

Won't catch you up there at night,
Martin?

Nor you, neither.

Let me tell you this.

There's as much can't be explained
as can be.

You never see a seagull on Bournelid.

Nothing could ever be made to grow
on that ground.

Not in my father's time,
nor in mine, either.

You want an explanation for that?

Come on.

It's a fairy story, isn't it?

Ben?

I just don't think we should ignore
the communal unconscious.

The what?

Well, you know.

Whatever they...
Whatever we all secretly think.

Sorry, am I being slow or something?

Well, if everyone thought
that where they're digging

is a dodgy area, right? I mean,

for instance, if any of us thought so,

well, then, one of us might,

somehow, you know...

Even accidentally, just...

...make something happen.

Make what happen?

It's only a theory.

Well, it's not a very
good theory. Next?

I think she drowned.

Slipped on a rock,
a big wave dragged her under.

This time of year,
a body could stay down

for a couple of days, at least.

What do the friends think?

I think the friends will think
what we tell them.

The students are getting
a bit windy, actually.

- Do they want someone up there?
- It would be good PR.

Ben's the psychologist.

- Thanks for coming along?
- No problem.

Will you do me a favour?

Try not to make me look like a wally.

- Course not.
- Cheers.

I'll leave that to you.

You know she was
the one we spoke to.

Yeah, sod's law.

Still, the other one wasn't too bad,
was she?

- Please.
- Right, sorry. Sorry, joke.

We're supposed to be
looking after these people.

Well, he said "liaison".

Well, you're not liaising
in my tent.

Idiots.

Eleanor. She wasn't swept away.

So, what happened?

Well, Alice reckons she was attacked.

That night in the pub,

she wasn't that drunk.

She kept on about this flapping...

Maybe she was that drunk.

Tarpaulin.

I'll tie it down.

Give me my boots.

I'll manage.

Did you see anything?

- You heard it, too, did you?
- One of the flysheets, or what?

Went that way.

Off to scare some other poor sod.

What is it?

The bogeyman came back.

Well, he obviously
doesn't have to work in the morning.

Hey, shut up out there!

Come in away from there!

These foundations
are almost certainly Norman,

so just photograph them.

And then clear down to level three.

Sheila can... Where is Sheila?

Where's Sheila?

- She left.
- What?

Gone home. Her and Jake.

Why?

- Why didn't they tell me?
- She's left you a note.

Well, fair enough.

Here you go. The barman's seen
two strangers chat her up in the pub.

One, late 20s,
short straight hair, grey suit.

The other, early 30s,
curly hair, criminal type.

Thanks a lot!

- It's his description.
- Get that file, will you?

- Here you go.
- Jim in?

- Been and gone.
- Gone where?

- Hospital.
- What?

Charlie Hungerford again.

Curse of Bournelid.

You fellas should get some sleep.

Tell him to spend the night up there.

It's not only old bones, Charlie.

It's the heart of the community.

That's the way.

Lie back, now.

There's someone to see you.

No, get it away from me!
Get it off me!

Charlie, it's me, Jim.

Charlie.

Not long now, Mr Hungerford.
Just steady on.

It's all right,
Charlie. Calm down.

Get it off me, Jim.

They just want to find out
what's wrong with you.

Ask Thomas.

It's all my fault.

You're not making any sense, Charlie.

You've got to stop them, Jim.

- I should never have let them.
- They're just trying to help you.

- Can you give him something?
- We just have.

It sometimes makes them hallucinate.

Hold still, sir.

Thomas knows.

You need to stand back.

- They're killing me.
- Who? Who's killing you?

He's delirious.
Can you come behind the screens.

Jim.

Jim!

Jim, where are you? Don't leave me.

Jim!

He said someone
was trying to kill him.

- Couldn't have been poison, could it?
- No.

I mean, it's not something that
someone could have done to him, is it?

No. Probably a stone somewhere.

- Where?
- Well...

You can't quite see it on this one.

- How is he?
- He's not good.

It's funny.
Normally, an old devil like that

just annoys the hell out of you.

- So, what now?
- Um...

Eli Thomas. Him and his son,
they live up near my place.

See if they've got anything on file,
would you?

Sure.

- Found anything interesting?
- Bits and pieces. Have you?

No.

What are those?

Medieval coins. Danegeld.

Well, not Danegeld as such,
that's 16th century.

There was probably
some kind of shrine here.

The Vikings had long gone, but,

the locals believed
you could still buy off misfortune.

They still do that.

Amazing what people believe.

My lads said there was
something strange about this place,

some kind of, um, atmosphere.

Well, you've got to listen to them,
haven't you?

And there is certainly
more going on than I thought.

- More what?
- More superstition.

More resistance.

Superstition is what happens
when you don't have the facts,

and those are what I'm digging for.

What's the matter?
Too many women, that's your trouble.

What is it?

Holy Mary.

I'll pull her in.

Pull! She deserves a proper burial,
like everyone else.

Yes.

What kind of thing
could have done that?

Fishing nets, rocks, propeller.
All sorts of things.

- Go and do the paperwork.
- Yeah.

- Going to carry on?
- Why not?

I just thought perhaps
you might stop now,

until all this had cooled down a bit.

What, and have half
the population of Jersey

up there with their metal detectors?

- I don't think they'd do that.
- I know they would.

You get one shot at a dig.
After that, forget it.

We could fence it off for you.

I am not stopping.

A lady I was quite close to

died a little while back.

And I found myself
completely obsessed with

odd things, you know?

There was this old,
oak sideboard of hers

I was trying to get in the house.
It was completely impractical.

It was far too big.

Anyway, while we were trying to lift
it, another friend of mine got hurt.

Quite seriously.

Well, it probably had
nothing to do with that, but,

you suddenly ask yourself,

"What the hell am I doing?"

I know what I'm doing.

Good.

Besides, we have to stay on
the island until they're sure.

So, I thought this
afternoon we could...

Alice.

No! I'm not staying.
I mean, what do you expect?

I expect you to talk!

I'm not scared.

I don't think anything unusual
happened to her.

Is that what you think?

We're scientists, aren't we?

I know what the locals say
about this place,

about nothing growing here.

It's acid soil,
that's why nothing grows here.

There's no humus in it,
you've seen that.

You've dug it, for goodness' sake.
We've dug it together.

I'm sorry.

Where will you stay?

They found her.

I heard.

You know Charlie Hungerford's
in hospital?

I'm sorry to hear that, too.

You don't sound very sorry.

He said that you had threatened him.

Warned him. I warned him!

About what?

He's desecrating a grave, Sergeant.

He owns that land.
It is an archaeological dig.

That's what it is. Well, isn't it?

I mean, what's happened?
A girl has been drowned.

Are we saying that
that is Charlie Hungerford's fault?

It is. And that teacher woman's.

And yours.

Mine?

Get out of there, Charlotte.

You call yourself a policeman,
don't you?

You know the folks round here
don't want that digging to go on.

Just because they've
got no education...

It is because they didn't tell me why.

Because it's a bad place.

Bad things have happened there.

And that's the end of it!

That is just superstition.

- That's what you think.
- That is what I know.

What do you know?
You don't know anything.

You know nothing. What do you know?

You come out here
in your flash car and your new house.

What the devil do you think you know?

There are things out there
you couldn't even dream about.

There are spirits out there
that you can't get a hold of.

There's power out there
you can't put a parking ticket on.

Ha!

I only hope that you
and your likes learn that

before it's too late.

You wanted me to run a check
on the Thomases.

- And?
- Nothing.

- Well, there's got to be something.
- Why?

Well, the old man was a weirdo,
wasn't he?

Kept banging on about...
What was he talking about?

Spirits, other worlds,
things we can't ever understand.

Maybe he's right.

Not you, too, Barney.

You don't like him, do you?

Well, at first I thought
he was a charming eccentric,

and now I think, you know,
he really is mental.

Well, it's the son I was
interested in. He hang-glides...

Bergerac.

Yeah, right. Okay, on my way.

- Bring him in, then.
- Right.

Now, what do you think they want?

Coming to help?

- Better move on, now.
- Who says?

- There's enough harm been done already.
- What harm?

We don't want any bad feeling,
just get out of the way.

Put it down!

I'd think twice about that
if I were you.

Eli Thomas put you up to this?

Eli was against it.

Said, "No point in taking the law
into your own hands."

- Eli Thomas was right.
- Well, I said, "Someone has to."

How much longer
is all this going to take?

- Three, maybe four days.
- Four days too long!

- Can you give her 24 hours, please?
- What?

We'll fill it in,
I'll make sure of that.

- We'll fill it in.
- That's not possible.

- This is Jack's project.
- Listen, you are not...

You are not in a position to bargain.
You can see the mood they're in.

The law's on my side!

Yeah, listen,
the law has got to live here.

Doctor.

He seemed better.

The surgeon saw him this afternoon.

If he doesn't pass it,
he'll have to go in.

There's no chance of it
being psychosomatic, is there?

- What?
- Well, you know,

if somebody managed to frighten him
with a rumour or...

You saw him when he was in pain.

- You think that wasn't real?
- I think that was real.

I mean, you don't have to trust us,
you know.

If you want to try the magic bones,
by all means, do so.

God forbid.

They'll be back soon.

Just around the outside, here.

They're coming.

Dig!

It's close! I can feel it!

Eight hours for one sheet of foolscap.

Guess what? He didn't do it.

Where's my son?

Carol! Carol!

- It's over.
- He's right.

Go away. Go away!

Carol.

Carol, I don't know what it is
you're looking for,

but if it's what I think it is,

you're not going to find
your husband here.

Help me.

Help me!

Don't touch that!

Come on! Come on!

- Come on, quickly, now!
- What about Sam and Laurence?

They can look after
themselves. Come on.

Welcome to the land of the living.

What happened?

You tell us.

It was, um...

A sort of...

Can't remember.

- Where was Martin Thomas?
- Well, that was a waste of time.

You saw him. He'd been
repairing his glider all week.

He did tell us why there
are no seagulls on Bournelid.

Communal unconscious.

Downdraught.
Nothing can fly off there.

Nothing.

I thought I told you
to keep out of doctors' hands, Jim.

You can talk.

Kidney stone. Passed it meself.

The triumph of modern science?

I can't see it.

Well...

That's what they said it was.

♪ Everybody
loves Saturday night

♪ Everybody loves Saturday night

♪ Everybody, everybody

♪ Everybody, everybody

♪ Everybody loves Saturday night ♪

- Hello, mate.
- Hi.

- I thought we was going trapping.
- Sorry, I've, um...

I've got some stuff to do.