Detecting, not treasure hunting.
It's about uncovering history.
It's what we call a hoard.
Rocky reckons he'd be able to sell it for us privately.
Fail to declare this, and we both go to prison.
I've done my best with these accounts,
but we're still nearly 90,000 out.
I know a dealer in London. He's seen the pictures.
'It's cash in our hands.'
200,000.
It's worth at least twice that, and you know it.
There's an ongoing surveillance operation.
So, who do we think this is?
I still don't see what's wrong with The Plough.
Too many people minding other people's business.
Fair enough.
Well, look, I've been doing some thinking,
and we've still got options. I've put together
a list of local dealers...
Agricultural detritus.
Anyway, as I was saying...
I've changed my mind.
We had a plan - sell and split the profit.
Which didn't work.
So now I'm gonna declare the hoard
and hand it in to the Finds Liaison Officer.
I'm not being funny, Martin - it's a bit late for that, innit?
Not really. I mean...
Yes, strictly speaking, we are outside of the 14-day window,
which means we might get a slap on the wrist, but...
We had a deal, remember? With Rocky.
He's expecting to be paid, and he doesn't slap wrists.
And I'm grateful for his help.
We can definitely let him have something for his trouble,
if and when we get a legal reward.
He's YOUR friend. I'm sure you can explain it to him.
Cheers! Thank you.
Yeah, so, Martin seems to think that we can afford it
now that the business is doing better.
That's smashing, lovey. I'm so pleased for you.
Any news on Jack?
What do you mean?
I heard he was missing.
China... somewhere?
That direction, anyway.
Katy from the salon's brother-in-law said something about it.
You know, the PCSO - used to go out with Claire.
Wh... News to me. Martin hasn't said anything.
Cash or card, lovey?
Right.
It's simple. Just access the RFR database,
and the rest is a matter of evidential probabilities.
So, we compare our screengrab to the existing database and...
wait for a hit.
Oh, and there it is. Er...
One out of three isn't bad.
Gregory Rock.
Last address... Bridgwater, Somerset.
You looking for me?
I've explained the situation.
He knew the score before we got into it.
So he definitely handed it in to the police?
No, he's gone to some... museum officer.
Apparently, that's proper procedure.
Now, I tried to stop him, but you know Martin.
As soon as he gets an idea in his head... No.
I don't know him.
YOU do.
And you told me you had him under control.
That is the only reason I agreed to help you.
Look, Rock, I'm sorry.
He's made up his mind.
I-I'm not sure what else I can do.
Like I said, if there's a reward, then we'll cut you in.
I want my money.
Hey.
You're smart, you'll think of something, right?
Right?
Sure.
Hi. Er, you have a room for me? Carole Doyle.
Do you have Wi-Fi?
Josh.
Josh?
Hey.
Got something to show you.
Just... turn this off for a second.
What? Yeah.
Now... Huh?
OK.
No-one has touched this...
for over a thousand years.
Ah, not including you and me, of course.
It's beautiful!
Saxon, definitely.
Mm-hm. Probably Danelaw period.
Belonged to someone important, I mean, that's for sure.
King Alfred himself, maybe.
Ah. Remember what I told you about King Alfred?
Burned the cakes!
Burned the cakes. Yeah, exactly.
Oh, Josh...
I've had a bit of a mad moment.
What? I got carried away.
We're back on track now, though.
And... I wanted you to see it first.
Yeah. LIO mentioned you'd had some previous dealings with him.
Mm. Nasty piece of work.
Stolen goods, mostly, but... art crime?
You do know you're in Bridgwater?
Seems like a lovely place, sir.
Lovejoy.
You remember Lovejoy? Ian McShane?
Sorry, sir, I...
Hm. So you're, er...
you're happy if I just ask him a few ques...
questions? Yeah, knock yourself out.
Hm!
Hello?
SAM, IN DISTANCE: Stop it. Stop it.
No, stop it. You're being very unprofessional.
Well... Yeah, well, listen...
If you don't have the funding,
then you can't do the event. It's very simple.
No, you can't put it on me! Thank you.
Oh, for God's sake! Hello.
We meet again.
Can I help you?
Martin. Martin Stone?
We... spoke the other week.
Sorry. Erm, there's someone here.
No, I've no idea. I'll call you back.
Yes. OK.
We'll discuss it.
The talk.
Middlebow Village Hall.
The Sweet Path?
Of course. Sorry. Hi.
Hi. How are you?
I'm good. I'm good.
I'd no idea you were the new Find Liaison Officer.
Oh, for my sins.
Someone's got to do it, I suppose.
Personally, I think we shouldn't encourage them.
I'm not sure what you mean.
Oh, you know - the bloody detectorists.
Wombles in combats,
wrecking every site they can get their hands on
before the real historians can get a look in.
Personally, I think the whole business should be banned.
Oh, God!
You're one of them, aren't you?
Please say you're not one of them.
A find... from a site not far from here.
I can give you the grid references, if that would be useful.
Coins.
Probably Anglo-Saxon.
Though, of course, as, erm...
What was it?
..Womble in combats,
I defer to your superior knowledge and experience
on the precise identification.
Thank you.
Is that everything?
Oh, yeah.
That's the lot.
Hi. Er...
DS Carole Doyle.
Er, is Greg Rock here?
Nobody. Nobody's here?
No. Just you? Yeah.
And what's your name? George.
George, have you got a second name?
Rodriguez. OK, lovely. Where are you from?
Spain. Spain? Smashing.
Cool. Yep.
Take care. Thank you.
Ah. Here he is.
Hiya! Ha!
At last.
Hello. Where have you been?
Erm, I still need to pop to Josh's.
This is Bob, quoting for Josh's room.
Bye. Oh...
Erm...
Tea - no sugar, no milk, cos he's intermittent fasting.
Bye.
I'll put the kettle on.
So, what does she want?
Didn't say. Just wanted to talk to me.
You sure it's the police?
Rock, I swear... I didn't know anything about it.
Why would I report to the police? I might as well turn MYSELF in.
What about him?
Oh... fuck knows.
Sometimes, I think Martin lives in his own little world, you know?
You're the one that owes me.
The interest rate just increased. Oh...
Rock, I can't...
There you are. Remember, we've got dinner at Mum and Dad's tonight.
Come on, we've got to go.
Oh. Hi, I'm Laura.
Oh, er, sorry. Erm...
This is Rocky. He's a... He's a friend of mine.
Hi. Really great to be able to put a face to the name.
Ash never stops talking about you.
Congratulations, by the way.
The new job. Oh!
Thanks. Yeah, it's exciting.
We've got to go. We're gonna be late.
Sorry. Parents cooking.
Course. Must be a lot of planning for that sort of thing.
Rather you than me. Ash,
I will catch up with you...
tomorrow, bud.
Yeah. Sure.
So, we're extending your old room
and putting in a new bathroom.
We need to pick a colour. Erm, I was thinking...
maybe blue.
Erm... Hm?
OK. How about...
Windermere? Although...
I'd actually say that was more of a blue-green.
Oh. Physio time already. Mm.
Can't keep Ralph waiting. Hi, Ralph!
OK, I'm gonna leave those with you. I've circled the ones I like.
Oh, exciting.
Thanks, Ralph.
- Hi! It's only us. - Hi!
Ooh, something smells...
Mum's running late, so I've taken charge.
Thought I'd rustle up my...
Signature lasagne! ..signature lasagne.
Lovely.
However, in celebration of your recent success,
for dessert, I also present my 100% homemade...
Oh, shit.
Oh, what's...?
Bloody hell!
Keep Britain tidy.
Well, they shouldn't just chuck it!
It's disgusting. I quite agree.
I was just about to pounce, but you beat me to it. OK.
Well, that makes us both officially nuts.
Must be. And we call it "mental health" these days.
More inclusive.
Ooh!
Anne. Anne Stone. Are you visiting someone, too?
In a professional capacity.
Adil Kumar, locum GP. New to the area.
So everyone in here is now my patient.
At least that's what the other partners told me.
But if I'm honest,
I don't think they relish this particular challenge.
Well, you're the first one I've ever seen here.
These days, you can't even get an appointment.
That's because we spend all of our time playing video games.
But don't tell anyone.
My son lives here, actually - Josh.
Although we're hoping to get him home soon.
I mean... I visit him every day, but it's not the same.
Not really.
Sorry.
You don't need to know this.
I look forward to meeting him. Erm...
I'm gonna be passing a bin, so...
Oh. Er, yeah. OK. Er, thank you.
Hang on. Hang on, hang on.
Thanks.
Call Of Duty's waiting.
Nice to meet you.
Likewise.
Don't worry about washing up. We'll deal with that.
Ah, well done.
Right. Hang on. You stay there. Thank you.
There's a lot to think about, isn't there?
Shame about the apple-pie experiment. Hm!
But at least you know the smoke alarms work.
Emergency Viennetta to the rescue!
And...
I check them every month.
What, the contents of the freezer? The smoke alarms.
You should, too.
I read somewhere about people who take the batteries out.
It's incredible.
I'll text you when I do it, if you like. Great (!)
As a reminder!
Actually... I need to talk to you.
We need to sort out payroll.
We need more money in the company account.
I thought it was enough. Not since we paid the energy bill.
Five thousand should do it. Mm.
OK. No problem.
I'll, erm... I'll sort it first thing.
Is that, er, enough for Ashley?
Yeah. Erm...
Has he...
said anything to you?
Ashley. In regards to...?
Ah, I don't know.
You've been spending more time with him.
He just seems a bit...
..off.
Ever since the interview, he won't talk about the wedding at all.
Honestly... I was the same.
Marriage is a big change for the average male.
I mean...
you have to think of it in terms of opportunity cost.
OK...
As in the other ways you might spend your time.
I know what it means.
I just wanna know how you think that's relevant to me and Ashley.
It's just that when you commit to someone,
you can't help thinking about all the things you're giving up.
Places you're not gonna go, the things you're not gonna do.
All the women you're not gonna sleep with.
It's a huge step!
And it makes us nervous. Men, I mean.
Seriously?
That's what's going on in your head - opportunity cost?
I just think it might take a little while to sink in.
We all get there in the end.
Sometimes, us men don't know what's good for us.
Right.
Well, just for that...
I'm having your Viennetta.
Er, I don't... I don't... I actually don't think you are!
OK, it's your wedding, not mine. I'm gonna put Rebecca...
Yes. ..Peter...
Yeah. ..and your cousin Emma all on the same table.
Well, my cousin Emma's dead. What?!
So, what's the...? Well, there you go. Saved on her.
So, you didn't do it?
No. I just gave her a few coins, that's all.
Good, obviously, but...
why? I mean, the last time we spoke, you were...
you were 100% on declaring it.
No.
No. Come here.
The handles go down and inside.
Bowls all face the same way. You see?
Martin. There's a procedure.
It's not exactly an art form, but...
I need to talk to you.
Not just about... you know, but...
about everything that's been going on.
It affects Laura, too.
It started online.
Football, mostly. You know, the Ray Winstone thing.
Couple of quid here and there, and...
it just kind of mushroomed.
So, how much do you owe?
About 40,000, give or take.
I know Laura's been saving hard for the wedding
It won't cover that amount, but...
You haven't?
So... this is a bookmakers you owe? Bank loan?
They won't look at me.
So Rocky helped me out. I...
Christ! I was desperate. I had...
wedding stuff to pay for, deposits.
You know, I had some good tips - people who knew the owners.
I could've helped you out. Why didn't you ask me?
Why do you think?
OK.
You've been honest with me. I'll be honest with you.
You asked me a question. I didn't answer it.
Here's the truth...
I didn't hand the hoard in because I didn't want to.
You should've seen the way she looked at me -
like I was nothing.
Because to people like that...
I am nothing.
Not even worthy of consideration.
You said it yourself when we found it.
They're laughing at us.
That's true.
There's something else.
My partner, Jack.
He's gone.
Yeah. Laura mentioned it.
It's Laos, a business trip, right?
Thailand. Should've been back weeks ago.
There's money missing from the company.
I told Laura it was in a different account,
but that's not true.
He took it?
Withdrew it all the day before he left.
How much?
I'll see your 40,000 and raise you 40,000 more.
Shit!
Which is why we're gonna do this.
Just the two of us.
We sell it, we get the money,
we both get what we need. OK?
What about Rocky? I'll deal with him from now on.
He's a businessman, too.
I'm sure he'll see reason when we explain the situation.
Here y'are - check this out.
Ooh, how much? 600 a month.
It's three miles away from the new office,
and I can hit the M5 in ten.
I think that's a bit above budget.
We agreed 500 max.
Maybe they'll take an offer.
We should definitely go and have a look.
Why not? Yeah? OK.
I'll see you later.
All right.
Oh...
Oh, God.
Hi.
I didn't wake you? It's 09:30, isn't it?
Actually, no, it's ten.
Oh, God. You work nights.
Sorry. I should've checked.
How can I help you?
Would you like to, er...? Yeah.
Tea. Thank you.
So, obviously, I want to apologise.
What I said to you was terribly unprofessional and rude,
and I'd like to draw a line under it.
Also, I really should've recognised you from your lecture.
But I have this condition, which is,
well, as a result of a small stroke I suffered.
I'm sorry about that. Don't be.
But it's left me with what the doctors call prosopagnosia,
which is another word for...
Face blindness. From the Greek.
Yes. Well done, you.
It's the reason I came here from London.
Look at me - I'm telling you my life story.
Sorry.
Look, I, erm, wanted to talk to you about these coins.
Your coins.
They really are fascinating.
Definitely Anglo-Saxon.
Gold thrymsas, which is amazing enough.
But these markings...
..here and here confirm a recent local origin,
which suggests to me that there was a significant settlement nearby.
That's an interesting idea.
I don't think a few coins proves anything, but...
I disagree.
And please don't take this the wrong way,
but this is exactly why we need a trained archaeologist in charge.
You need to show me precisely where you found these.
I have a permission on my brother-in-law's farm.
Family?
Excellent. Er...
So a dig would be a realistic proposition?
You'd really consider a dig?
Of course. I mean, if there's any chance
of uncovering something of significance,
then a dig would be essential, wouldn't you say?
When would you like to come and see...?
No time like the present.
He's already shown me the coins.
Seemed to think they're something and nothing.
I wouldn't say gold thrymsas is something and nothing.
I mean, the basic value is moderate,
but it's what they imply that's so exciting.
We could be sitting on a major Saxon settlement.
Sam used to work at the British Museum.
Expect you're finding this a bit different to London.
Well, it's certainly a change of pace, but...
I wouldn't complain.
We're just looking for an agreement in principle,
before I explore the economics of a major dig on your land.
Obviously, we'll compensate you for any disruption.
Not saying yes... not saying no.
Let me think on it.
Come on.
Well, that sounds exciting.
You never told me about any Saxon coins.
I'm sure I did. Couple of weeks ago. I must have shown you.
Anyway, if we do initiate a dig at the farm,
Sam says I can be as involved as I want to be.
And Nick's agreed to all this, has he?
Not in so many words, but he...
was definitely interested -
especially when compensation was mentioned.
Oh! Well, he's consistent - I'll give him that.
Right. Got to run.
See you.
OK. Welcome, everybody.
Now, a little bit of housekeeping before we start.
Now, next week is the beginning of a new block,
so if you wouldn't mind putting the necessary over into my account.
It's not much,
but it manages to keep mind and soul together, all right?
Now, then, who remembers the '90s?
'Ey, you remember the '90s?
YOU do, don't you? I can tell you do.
Yeah. Tony Blair, Nirvana.
We all love a little bit of Nirvana, don't we, eh?
And you love a bit of grunge, don't you, Tina?
Tina loves a little bit of grunge!
And, of course...
salsa!
Ooh! Everyone and his mum was doing it.
Now, we've got a brand-new member.
Welcome, Adil!
Oh, isn't he lovely?
Come forward. Say hello. There he is.
Now, Anne, would you mind partnering with Adil for tonight?
The one advantage of having... Sorry!
..a stay-at-home husband is you get to act
like the hussy you really are!
Everybody, she loves it!
Oh, she does. Now, simmer down.
Right. Partners. Partners, places, please.
Thank you. Lovely. OK.
I was up all night.
Right.
I've been researching things.
Our essential mistake was trying to move the entire hoard in one go.
Almost guaranteed to attract attention.
We need a more professional strategy -
the little-and-often approach.
So...
..that's a list of potential contacts.
Some are known dealers, others are friends of friends.
Laminated that?
Yeah.
I've reached out to the more disreputable edge
of the detecting community.
Nighthawks? Possibly.
I told them I was writing an article on the black market
for Treasure Hunting magazine.
No, I don't approve of the title.
Well, it sounds good.
When do we start? I've set a meet for tomorrow.
A chap from Swindon called Martin.
Popular name back in the '60s, obviously.
What about Rocky? I'll make him aware of the plan.
We make a sale, we give a percentage.
I'm sure he'll see it makes more sense.
Softly, softly, catchee monkey and all of that.
So, how's Laura?
Did you talk to her?
We're gonna look at a flat.
But she's fine.
All right? I trust you. You're on top of this.
We'll fix this, right?
Good! Good.
Lovely.
Now, relax here. That's it.
Remember you're a senorita -
sensuous, sinuous, sexy.
Oh, that's very good.
Very good. Yeah, very good. Let's have a look over here.
You've done this before, haven't you?
I spent some time travelling in Cuba.
Have you been there? Er...
well, not since I fought alongside Che Guevara.
Viva the revolution, all that.
Really? I wouldn't put you a day over 70.
That's actually rude.
I was a child soldier. Yes.
OK. I can either be kind, or I can be honest.
Let me have a show of hands for kind.
OK, let's go back to basics.
Lesson one - counting to cuatro.
Places, please, everyone. Come on.
You wait here.
Safety in numbers. You're my back-up.
If there's a problem, call the police, OK?
All right, if you're sure. I'll be here if you need me.
Hello? Rocky?
Hi.
I... thought we could have a discussion.
Get things straight.
First of all, both Ashley and I
would like to thank you for your efforts.
I know you tried your best to get us a good deal on the... er,
merchandise.
However...
I've come to the conclusion that
we're better off with a new strategy.
I know Ashley owes you a significant amount of money,
and we fully intend to pay that back in full.
Plus a commission for all your hard work so far.
Well, that's very generous of you.
We want to be fair.
Obviously, I'll keep you updated on our progress.
Well, thank you.
We want to sell off the materials...
in small batches, to various dealers. Er...
It will take some time.
But I believe we can get close to the real price
with minimal risk.
Understood.
Can I just say how nice it is to be doing business with a grown-up?
I mean...
Ashley, he's a good kid.
But he's immature.
You know, impulsive.
Tell me about...
Listen to me, you fucking cunt!
You owe me.
You really think you can walk around here
dictating terms like it's one of your fucking village-hall meetings?
You know what your problem is?
You think you're a cut above people like me.
You think you're a clever cunt
that can play games and get away with it.
Well, I am gonna make you fucking suffer.
Not because you owe me.
Just because I fucking want to.
So here is what is gonna happen.
You are both gonna pay me every week,
in cash,
until I tell you to stop.
I don't give a fuck where you get the money from.
You understand me?
Good.
Now fuck off.
Shit!
Thank you for looking after me.
Your husband doesn't dance?
Martin? Erm...
He tried once, in 1984, at a wedding.
Yeah. The DJ asked him to stop cos he was endangering passers-by.
You'll be here next week? I'm here every week.
Thank you very much.
And there's the village dance Friday if you're free.
We're all going.
I'll, er, see you there, then.
Good evening.
Oh! Sorry.
Oh! What happened to you?
I tripped over that bloody step in The Plough,
straight into the fruit machine.
It's all right now. Oh.
Lucky I didn't marry you for your looks.
Well, hurry up. I need a whizz!
No, no. Go on, go on. I'm done.
'Call our direct number
'to discuss urgent repayment options.
'Do not ignore this message.'
Fuck! You won't believe what he's done.
It's a total fucking disaster.
What the hell do you think you're doing?
This is a site of potential historical importance.
You can't just dig it up!
Got a problem with the drainage.
This is wanton destruction. What do you think you're gonna find?
Like I said, got a problem with the drainage.
Oi! Hey, hey.
It's a working farm, see? Sam. Sam!
Let's just go. There's no point.
Come on. Fuck!
All right, Nick? Yeah.
Look at his face. Look at his fucking face!
So... what do you think?
What do I think about what?
The dress?
It's for Paul's little do.
Nice. Very smart.
OK, got to go.
Got a lecture on Roman drainage systems, near Chard.
That's the lecture, not the drainage.
Mm.
Hi. Er, I left my number, but you didn't call.
They, erm, told me to come in and wait.
DS Carole Doyle.
Got a few questions.
Oh, keep it.
Been up to London recently?
Is this an interview?
No, just gathering information.
So I don't have to tell you anything?
You'd be helping the police with their enquiries.
I always wondered what that meant.
Yes. Yes...?
I've been to London recently. On business?
Business.
Pleasure.
I always like to mix it up.
Seeing anyone in particular?
Popped in to see an old friend. It's been too long.
Were you selling or buying?
Do you play poker?
Not really. Know the rules.
My call.
Can I help you with anything else?
Hello!
Where's Paul? He's just sent a message.
His partner's broken her ankle out with the dog,
so we're postponing.
She's a she!
Not a he! Did you know?
Oh... Tina! Yes!
Alec and I are staying to inform the latecomers.
Oh, sorry. It's cancelled.
Paul's WIFE'S...
had an accident. Ankle fracture, with the dog.
Oh, dear. I was looking forward to it.
I suppose that means we're all at a loose end.
Yeah, I'm a locum. It's mainly maternity leave these days.
Six months, then I move on. And you're all right with that?
I get to see the world and meet fascinating people.
The secret is to join clubs. Wow!
I never go anywhere. Not really.
Well, there was Tenerife.
I love Tenerife.
The volcano is incredible.
We didn't actually go.
Martin was concerned about the risks involved.
Did you know that a pyroclastic flow can outrun a racehorse?
Well, I do now.
It's, er... It's good to be careful.
Fine line, though, between careful and...
well, boring.
Maybe.
Listen, I-I better get back. Thank you for the drink.
Er, my pleasure. I'll see you next week at the, er, dance class.
Yeah, yeah. Yeah, of course.
So, did you...
arrange, er, some sort of code?
Not with you.
You know, so you can recognise the contact.
Like a... red carnation in your buttonhole or...
a secret password.
Martin?
Martin.
These from your personal collection?
Er, my daughter's getting married - to Ashley here.
You know how much that costs these days.
I'm not married.
I can give you... 400.
Five.
We need canapes.
Well, that was... fine. Yeah, eh?
Hi!
Oh, er... Yep.
Get the beers in. Yeah.
Hiya.
Laura?
I just checked the accounts.
Where is it?
Right.
I had to move some stuff around, right?
Pay some people.
But it's all sorted, I promise.
You spent our wedding money.
No. Laura, you don't understand, all right? Relax.
It's not a big deal. It's just a cash-flow thing.
Look.
You fucking bastard.
Laura.