All language subtitles for The Avengers s06e12 Have Guns Will Haggle

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But Anna, it may be in here.

I think it's an open and shut case.

Perfectly obvious. They bounced in.

And blasted their way out.

After they got what they wanted, there
was no need for subtlety.

What did they get?

Three thousand of these.

Oh, just rifles.

Not just rifles. This is the FF70.

Oblique stroke 9074.

Type XXV, mark 10.

That's what I said, rifle.

Got automatic sights and a fantastic
range.

This makes one man equal of 10.

Isn't off the secret list yet.

Well, it is now.

Well off.

You know, we haven't even had time to
find out its potential.

It hasn't even been tested.

Not a single shot fired in anger.

Dumped in.

Dredged out.

There's nothing to say who he was or
where he came from. Or what he was up

Say, I thought we were chasing an FF70
oblique stroke 9074XXV Mark 10.

We are.

And?

He was shot with a rifle bullet.

An FF70 oblique... Et cetera, et cetera.

Possibly.

We'll know as soon as the doctors have,
uh...

Well, as soon as they've done what they
have to do. You mean after the autopsy,

after they've dug the bullet out?

Well? It's perfectly obvious.

Ah.

It's perfectly obvious that I need a
second opinion.

Oh. It's a rifle bullet, all right. No
doubt about that.

Whether it was fired from an FF -70...
Et cetera, et cetera.

...is a question that only ballistics
can answer.

My job?

Your job. Tomorrow morning, first thing.

And tonight?

Nisonga.

Bless you.

I meant Colonel Nisonga.

Colonel Martin Nisonga.

He's the leading light of one of those
newly independent countries.

So? He arrived in this country earlier
this morning, mission unknown.

We've met before.

Ooh. I know him very well.

And? Nassonga's ambitious. He wants to
become president of his country. He'd

like to take it over, make it a
dictatorship.

But? He hasn't the means.

Oh, he has the men.

But no arms.

No rifles.

How many rifles?

Oh, I think 3 ,000. They've had seven
years. We're doing fine.

It's too much of a coincidence.

The rifles have stolen.

And Colonel Nassonga arrives on the
scene the next day. I think I'll pay a

on Colonel Nassonga.

Uninvited! I'm glad you're coming down
in the autumn.

I think it's the loveliest season.

There are a lot of good weapons on the
free market these days.

All either second -hand or obsolete.

Do you think we might have a window
open?

I find town so stifling.

Certainly. Giles, would you open the
window, please?

What is it? What is your bet, Lady
Beardley?

Something to stop a man at 700 yards.

A modern rifle?

So modern it has not yet been issued.

The FF70?

I've said too much.

How many have you got?

I've said too much. Oh, please.

How many, Conrad?

Three thousand.

What are you asking?

Oh, that's not settled yet. I'll give
you a good price.

You need them badly, Colonel Unsonga. I
know.

Your relationship with your president is
far from good.

Now I really must go. Let me see you
downstairs.

How kind, Colonel.

Please? Sorry, sir, the entire sixth
floor is closed to all the Colonel

Lathumber's personal staff.

You'll keep the lift out of action for a
few minutes, will you?

As long as I can, sir.

The seventh floor, ma 'am.

Oh, my apologies, sir.

Hurry it up, Spencer.

Spencer! Oh,

my dear Crayford, forgive me. I cannot
abide loud, sharp noises.

You were saying?

I said, can't you hurry it up?

Patience, my dear fellow, patience. I
have to examine every inch of this

A preliminary report on the rifle.
That's all the Ministry wants, a

report. You can do the whole works later
on. Look, I've got to get back to the

Ordnance Depot.

Patience, patience.

My name's Tara King. I believe Mr. Steed
said you'd be expecting me. Oh, yes,

indeed. It was a question of
ballistically calibrating a projected

wasn't it?

Identifying a bullet.

Oh, yes.

There it is.

A rifle.

What? A rifle.

An FF -70.

Well, then we're in luck. I've got one
somewhere. It's a...

FF -70.

Oh, this is Mr. Crayford, Miss... King.

King. Good morning.

Professor... Just a weapon.

Mr. Crayford's from Ordnance.

Professor, do you mind if I use your
phone? I'm obviously going to be

Help yourself, my dear fellow.

Now, Miss King, we'd better confirm your
guesswork, eh?

Might as well shoot off a few more
bullets and do some comparison tests.

May I? Sure, by all means.

Here. Hold on, please.

Hello?

Crayford here.

Yes, I'm still at Ballistic. I've been
delayed.

There's trouble.

There's a girl snooping around.

Ma 'am King, she's checking on a bullet
fired from an FF -70.

Yes.

You'll deal with the problem.

Right then.

Identical. Huh?

Identical. They're both FF -70 bullets.

Perhaps.

for a blonde.

They're an easier target.

Well, it's passed all 52 tests positive.

I think one can safely hazard that this
was fired from an FS -70.

Safely hazard?

Well, one must commit oneself.

Official procedure.

Yes, precisely.

Well, thank you, Professor Spencer, for
the, um...

Safe has it.

You had to endure 52 approved tests.

53.

After I left Ballistic, someone attacked
me. They tried to get the bullet back.

But tenaciously, you held on through
thick and thin.

Judiciously. I ran.

How's your friend, Colonel Nassau?

He is not my friend.

We didn't actually meet.

I opened it safe, of course.

And in it, I found 200 ,000 pounds.

Just tucked away for a few trifles he
might need.

Trifles like FF70 rifles?

He was also having a new uniform made,
denoting the rank of Army Commander.

The sky blue and lepid skin sash.

But that's the President's personal
insignia. He's aiming, Mr. Muthonga,

obviously, to promote himself to
President again.

Again? Oh, yes, he's tried it once
before.

But on that occasion, I managed to get
in his way.

Hmm, looks like history's about to
repeat itself.

Ah, I hope so.

You take a closer look at the Ordnance
Factory. I'll go and have a chat with

Colonel Nisonga.

Bye.

I see you're paying our tune.

We meet again, Colonel.

I'm going to the country for a day or
so.

But I'm glad you've changed your mind.
Have I?

Well, aren't you here to show me the
sights? Not exactly, General.

General?

My rank is not that exalted. Ah, I'm
anticipating events, Colonel.

Congratulations would be a little out of
order at this stage.

Out with it, my old friend.

We've always been frank with one
another.

Invariably. So please, speak your mind.

My tailor would have a fit if I asked
him to make a sky -blue sash with

trimming. Oh, come on, chap, you can
tell me.

Are you short of a little ready change,
or maybe you're temporarily between

jobs? As a matter of fact, I've just
taken a job. Came around to tell you

it. What job is it?

A sort of buying agent.

Buying what?

Same as you, guns, Colonel.

But for the President, he's a little
worried about the coup d 'etat season

creeping up on him.

As I had the honor to help him get the
presidency.

Oh, that was where we met. You remember?
You and I for the first time.

I volunteered to get anything I could
for him.

I didn't know you were still in touch
with the president.

Never missed a Christmas card yet.

I won't keep you if you're going to the
country.

It's too risky, Conrad. I don't like it.

I mean, in broad daylight.

We need more ammunition, Crayford. We
can't sell guns without ammo.

Yes, but walking here with forged
parties.

Which you checked personally.

He... He'll suspect me.

So, you made a mistake.

They'll accept it.

They'll have to.

But in broad daylight.

Well, it's broad daylight robbery.

That's a risk.

That's why we pay you so high, Crayford.

For the risk.

It may be, but if...

That girl again.

And she's got a security red past. You
know what that means, Conrad?

No doors are locked to her. She can go
anywhere, check anyone.

And you, you were supposed to have dealt
with her.

so we will.

They failed again.

A woman, a lone girl.

Truck, load it up.

Get out before the alarm goes. What
about me?

You've got to make it look good like
last time.

A violent attack.

Drop me at my car.

What for?

I want the girl.

Tell Adriana I may be a bit late.

Do da da da da da da da da da

da da

da da da da da da da da da da da

da da da da da

Tiff? Tiff?

I'll be right behind you.

Miss Kay?

Miss Kay? Miss Kay?

I like it, Lady Beatley.

Lightweight ammunition, fast firing,
telescopically sighted, high muzzle

velocity. The FF70 has been designed for
the conditions in your country.

I'll buy all 3 ,000.

Not yet, Colonel.

Not before the auction.

Auction? I always think there's a fair.

There are other buyers.

Think of the situation in certain areas
of the world, Colonel. Of course there

are other buyers.

How many?

More than enough to preserve a spirit of
competition.

However, Colonel, I can say that I look
most favorably on your offer to take the

entire consignment.

Good.

Unless someone else makes the same
offer.

You're in touch with John Steed.

Am I?

John Steed appointed himself buying
agent for my president.

I haven't met this Mr. Steed yet.

There's no point.

You know, our government is bankrupt.

No doubt your president thinks our
rifles are worth a special effort.

I'll see you at the auction at three o
'clock, then.

Till three, then.

Contact this Steed, whoever he is.

He'll always be with another customer.
Would you get him here this afternoon?

John State here.

Hasn't Miss Tara King left a message for
me?

No, sir.

The only call's been from a gentleman.

Oh? It didn't leave a name, but he was
most anxious you should see Lady

Bairdsley straight away.

Is that all he said?

Just that you should be prepared to bid
high.

I see. Thank you.

Most gentlemanly behavior by Steed.
Taking a commission to buy arms for the

president. It's not sporting, Giles.

If both sides have arms, it's not a coup
d 'etat, it's a war.

Particularly unfortunate, since I am so
fond of Steed.

Good afternoon.

My name's Steed, John Steed. I'm here
for the garden party. A gentleman

telephoned inviting me. You will be
representing the president, I believe.

So he mentioned me.

That's very sporting of him.

Nevertheless, Mr. Steed, I'd like to see
your credentials.

Certainly.

Satisfactory?

Eminently, Mr. Steed.

I am Lady Adriana Bietzi.

How do you do?

Would you park your car around the back
and then come and join the others?

Delighted. And tea on the terrace in ten
minutes.

I'm very obliged to you.

Standard mark 7, 7 .65mm, 16 -16
silencer.

No stopping power.

Adriano believes in a spirit of
competition.

Well, that's very enlightened of her.

Colonel, pleased to see you could make
it.

Standard, Mark 7.

7 .65mm, 16 -16 silencer. No stopping
power.

Steed.

As an old friend, join with me.

The president wouldn't like it.

If we outbid the others, I'll be
president in a week.

What do I get?

A judgeship.

A minister of information can be very
lucrative.

Yes, I've heard that. No, I don't think
so.

Loyalty, amongst other virtues, was
something they impressed upon me at

Don't waste your valuable time on sales
talk about our new rifle, gentlemen.

It speaks for itself.

However, we do display them for you.

Like the man who sells vacuum cleaners
shows them at work cleaning carpets.

We sell weapons, and there is only one
way to display them.

The infantryman often functions under
conditions quite unlike those found on a

rifle range.

He's often hot.

Near exhaustion when the time comes to
kill.

And so, gentlemen, our first of several
displays.

The FF70 in use, under stress.

Now, the first two contestants, please.

will see the gun bearers will place the
rifles the same distance from the

contestants i will give the command by
ringing this little bell

on your marks get set

recruits must be quite tricky.

These men are mercenaries.

Volunteers? They do a short -term
contract.

And if they get away with it, naturally
they all believe they will, they can

retire with a packet of money.

Except Conrad, of course.

Oh, he does it because he likes it.

Between you and me, I think Conrad is
just a little bit...

Just Conrad?

Oh, Lady Paisley, spoil them.

Gentlemen, the set piece of the
afternoon.

My chief demonstrator, my brother, and a
guest contestant.

Your forces, gentlemen, have often to
rely on manpower, which is, with

not always in the highest state of
training.

We will therefore try to demonstrate the
versatility of this weapon.

By a happy accident, my brother and I
are now able to show you that, Given

training, the FF70 can be easily handled
by a woman.

If, that is, her reflexes are as good as
a man's.

Miss King, as you will see, the gun
bearers will place the rifles the same

distance from the contestants.

I will give the command by ringing this
little bell.

On your marks.

Get set.

Call it off.

Call it off, Mr. Steed.

I've seen enough.

Name your price.

They are other bidders, Lady Beardsley.

What should I do?

You see, Mr. Steed, the Colonel wants it
to go on.

But I like to please all my customers.

I know.

We'll have the auction now, and whoever
bids the highest... Gets the rifles.

And the demonstration.

If he wants it.

You fetch Miss King.

Gentlemen, if you'd join me in the
drawing.

Down to business, then, gentlemen.

You've seen the weapon demonstrated on
the ground, noted its lethal capacity,

and been impressed by its versatility.

On offer today, gentlemen, is Miss King
and 3 ,000 brand new FF70 rifles.

Enough, I may say, to guarantee success
to the most ill -organized coup d 'etat.

Shall we begin?

I'll start the reserve price.

Thank you.

Mr. Seed bid £70 ,000 cash.

£100 ,000.

Any advance on £100 ,000?

£101 ,000. £120 ,000.

£150 ,000. £180 ,000. £90 ,000.

£200 ,000.

£250 ,000.

£250 ,000 I bid.

Will anyone make it to 60?

For good. Am I nothing?

Not quite, Mr. Steed.

Colonel Mthonga lodged a deposit with me
some months ago.

A deposit?

Oh, why didn't you ask me for one?

Rather pointless, Mr. Steed, considering
you only arrived this afternoon.

And you do represent a head of state.

How much did the colonel give you?

50 ,000 pounds.

So I have two bids of exactly 250 ,000
pounds. Will anyone make it 260?

250 ,000 pounds.

10, 20, 30, 40, 50.

1, 2, 3.

Five, ten, fifteen, twenty... One, two,

three, four.

Fifty -three against twenty -four.

Grandfather's gold watch.

Seventy -five pounds worth if it's a
penny. A gift from the president.

Gentlemen, gentlemen, please, you know
the custom of the house.

Cash only.

Now, for the second time of asking.

Going.

Going.

Gone.

Bad luck, Mr. Steed.

What about her?

Ah, yes, Colonel.

What about Miss King?

Let the demonstration continue.

Cheer up, Mr. Speed. At least it's not
you.

Your brother's a good marksman?

Oh, the finest in the world.

The creature has yet to be born that he
cannot kill with a single bullet.

He prides himself on it.

On your marks.

Get set.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

oh

I'm taking no chances this time.

I'll be back soon.

Go until Andrea and I've got the girl.

She's locked up in the armory.

Oh,

During training, the record for opening
the handcuffs was 32 seconds.

Well, you'll have to break it.

You'll dispatch the guns to me.

That will be attended to tonight.

Excellent.

Just think.

One month from now, I shall be
president.

I shall control the army.

That's blowing a fuse.

With a vengeance.

Has it arrived yet? Not yet.

But it is coming today. Today, a gift
from the president himself to be

dispatched to me.

Ah. Ah.

Immediately.

She'll be here any minute.

A gift to eternally remind you of our
country, from our country.

What do you think it could be? Well,
there are an awful lot of gold mines out

there. I thought a clock.

Solid gold and furiously encrusted with
emerald sapphires and trifles like that.

A clock.

We can't share a clock, can we? We both
need to tell the time.

I was rather hoping it would be a large
chest of scrunchy, uncut diamonds.

We'll just have to wait and see.

Oh, I'll go.

No, no, I'll go.

From our country, our country.