All language subtitles for the_new_avengers_s02e12_forward_base

Agatha's gone mad.

When? Not more than an hour ago.

She sunk five ships in the last half
hour, and there are distress calls

everywhere.

Excellent. There's more.

The breakwater is completely destroyed,
and emergency conditions are in effect

up to 12 miles inland. And the army's on
standby.

Better and better.

What we've been waiting for.

Agatha's the worst typhoon in 35 years.

And what's more, she's good for another
24 hours.

Then we move.

FB1.

That's the message Steed is waiting for.

Is Steed in Canada?

Who went last night?

Bailey. John.

The details were sparse, Steed, but FB1
is definitely mentioned.

Does your man know who's coming in?

No, just that someone's landing at dawn.

Are you sure of the location?

As sure as anyone can be.

Gambit and Purdy.

They'll be here in time.

Do you bring any of your men in?

Nobody. You know me, Steed. I work
alone.

Um, nothing personal.

That plane's landing.

Tell me, Steed, just where did your
friend Bailey get to?

But it's just as he said, Bailey works
alone.

FB1. We need a lead, a clue.

Something to crack the whole case wide
open.

Um, does this qualify as a clue, do you
think?

Did you get him?

No, we haven't seen a thing.

I hit him, I think.

Steve?

I did hurt him.

He won't be far.

This way.

I did get him.

Yes, unfortunately.

What he could have told us could have
come in useful.

He's told us quite a lot.

What do we know about this man?

Nothing.

He's dead.

His hands.

Earth. He must have buried something.

Has to be around here somewhere.

Shouldn't be too difficult.

Anything buried, I'll find it.

It's quiet.

Too darn quiet.

Forward base.

That's what he said, wasn't it?

Forward base.

FB1. Forward base.

One.

Forward. To send out? To be ahead of?

Base. Low.

As in voice.

Here we are.

Something buried here.

Recent, too.

Shades of Walcott. And the last of
Mexico.

What is it?

It's a printed circuit control unit for
a missile guidance system.

But they're Mark VI.

They're Mark VI? Oh, come on, Father.

They only complete the trials a month
ago.

We've been pulling out all the stops
just to get a whiff of this thing. But

is, I tell you. See this. An automatic
digital circuit superimposed in the

electrical transmission.

You mean the red bits?

If you prefer the scientific
explanation, yes.

The red bits. They're Mark VI, and they
make us a present of it. This is the

gift of a lifetime, and I for one shall
look it squarely in the mouth once I get

to the lab and take it apart, find out
what makes it tick, and then I forbid

to harm one solenoid in its electronic
little head.

But Steve, this is an unequaled
opportunity. They're ahead in missile

It's absolutely imperative that I
analyze and... What are you going to do?

Bury it.

Bury it. And see what comes up. Or who
to collect it.

Bailey?

What happened to Bailey?

His body was recovered from the lake.

He'd been shot in the belly from close
range.

Impossible.

Nobody could take Bailey unawares.
Nobody.

Impossible or not, that's what happened.

Could have been somebody he knew.

That doesn't make sense either.

Bad luck he was by himself.

Bad luck?

Bailey wouldn't have said that. He was
proud of it.

Proud of working alone.

The Mark 6 missile guide was dropped in
early this morning. By now it should be

safely buried and awaiting collection.

Good. Good.

Without the new Mark VI, forward base is
not fully operational.

Who will be making the collection?

I'll find him.

Yeah.

Buried beneath a tree with a sign.

Yeah.

Fair enough.

Yeah.

Yeah, I know what to do.

What were we talking about?

Nothing.

No, not now. Last Tuesday.

Last Tuesday?

I forget.

Hmm.

Anyway, you weren't very convincing.

Possibly. But I was right.

Swan.

No. It wasn't about a swan. Swan? Swan!

Well, well. Who is it? Ivan. Ivan who?

Ivan Half -Eye.

Our old enemy.

Kill it.

Well, we've got to make it look good.

Land.

He's got it.

The question now is, where will he take
it?

The lake, to Lake Ontario.

Let's go, Gambit.

That's where he's heading.

Are you sure? Sure, I'm sure.

Well, if it is the lagoon we're on.

And if we are going in that direction,
and if he doesn't make a right here,

and if I haven't got the map upside
down, then it's definitely, absolutely,

without a shadow of doubt, Lake Ontario.

Probably.

Step on it, Gambit. I am stepping on it.

We should have stepped on it, Gambit.
Now we've lost him.

He must have gone out onto the lake.

Why would he be heading for the lake?

I don't know, Ferdie.

Ask me another.

Is this the one path?

That way.

He went out onto the lake.

Thanks.

Is the lake around the inlet?

Yeah.

Sometime.

It's a couple hundred yards further on.

Or it might be a couple of miles.

If you hurry, you might be able to catch
it.

If not, wait here. It might catch up
with you.

I'll touch you for it.

No.

No, it's your job.

After all, you're the claiming
seniority.

Not this time.

Perhaps you could make an anonymous
phone call.

No. He'd recognise your voice.

He's not going to like it.

In what?

We knew you wouldn't like it. He dropped
it into the lake.

No, it was more extrovert than that.

He threw it.

What do you mean by extrovert?

The opposite to introvert.

A Mark VI missile unit?

Yes. That seemed rather a waste, doesn't
it?

Where's Purdy?

Trying to retrieve it.

Oh.

Will you drive or should I?

Well, it is a left -handed swamp.

This way.

He was just about here. He stood where
we are and threw it into the lake.

Thumb throw.

Oh, maybe he was a bit closer.

Anyway, 30 miles per hour.

The wrong one?

Definitely.

This is a Mark V, the older model.

It can't be.

Steed, it can't be. I saw him throw it
in. We saw him throw it in. How do you

know it's the wrong one?

No automatic digital circuit.

In short, no red bits.

This is a Mark V, no doubt about it.

Quite useless to us.

And if you don't mind my saying so, your
whole operation here seems to be quite

useless. I do mind you saying so.

Steve, it's not possible.

Half -Hide threw this into the lake.

It might be an idea to lean on Half
-Hide.

What do you mean, lean on him?

Oh, scare him. See where he runs to.

Excellent. Have it fitted immediately.

And once again, we are in control with
complete domination.

Yes, sir.

Run off.

You look pale, run off.

No more than you, sir.

How about you forget I was once
commander of an atomic submarine?

After that, being cooped up in this
office is not so very bad.

And we always have such a fine view.

I wish... Yes, Ranov?

You wish you could stroll across that
square?

Sit at a cafe, perhaps?

And breathe the warm summer air.

I think that.

Sometimes, yes, sir.

And I.

But our work, our mission is here.

Nevertheless, you do look pale.

Get along to the gymnasium later.

Yes, sir.

Roll across the square.

Breathe some air.

That's going to be some car.

From here to the water, that's a
prodigious feat.

I'm waiting till it gets nearer.

I didn't realize there was a tide here.

Sometimes there is, sometimes there
isn't.

Sometimes it just sneaks up all around
you.

Ain't been the same since Agatha passed
on.

Oh, I'm very sorry to hear that.

No, no, Agatha the Typhoon.

April 69 it was. Oh, Agatha was a big
one.

Stranded we were for nearly four days,
bones down.

Even the radio was affected.

Big one.

Nice food.

And this area was badly hit. Terrible.

Torn up all over.

I'd like to know what everything looked
like before Agatha came along.

Well, there was a jetty stretched out
over there for a start and some rocks.

Here, you could see for yourself.

Down at the trading post, Harper's got
some old stock. Old views of the place

like it used to be.

Thank you very much.

Direct transmission.

Came over the wires a few minutes ago.

We're lucky, Ranoff. Lucky that we are
still ahead.

I know this man.

Know of him.

His name is Steed.

Very astute.

And if he sees those postcards... But he
won't, will he?

We have a man stationed for just such an
eventuality, don't we?

Contact him immediately.

Yes, sir. He should destroy all the
postcards. Yes, sir. And then Steve.

Communication still hasn't heard from
our man, sir.

It could just be that his radio is
kaput.

His mission should have been
accomplished an hour ago.

He's one of our best men, sir. We can
assume he accomplished his mission.

Or we can assume that Steve got the best
of him.

Never underestimate Steve.

The prisons and graveyards are littered
with those who made that mistake.

As from now, forward base is at risk.

Complete radio silence?

Change of frequency?

A complete change altogether.

We must move, and move fast.

They're on to you.

Your cover's blown.

What?

Who is this?

I think he spotted me.

No. Really?

So now we have one very worried agent.

And what do worried agents do?

Contact their contact.

Except he won't be able to.

Take one foreign agent.

Stir things up.

And leave.

Just you.

I think they can't see us anymore.

We'll completely convince him that we're
still around.

He'll start seeing shadows everywhere.

Half -hide to forward base.

Half -hide to forward base.

Come in, forward base.

Half -hide to forward base.

Come in, darn... He's breaking radio
silence.

Yes, sir.

That fool.

Warts, a disobedient fool.

We must do something about it.

Yes, sir. That's why I thought... That
car here, sir.

Yes.

Tarkar?

You must take a trip.

Forward base.

Been hearing that for years now.

Forward base, an advanced missile
station.

But how far forward could it possibly
be?

Here, perhaps?

Or even here.

But that would be stretching it a bit,
wouldn't it?

See?

That's like a coastal chart of this area
here.

Forward base.

Come in.

Come in.

Release, please.

Uh, hello. I am at a motel on, uh, 2031
Lakeshore Boulevard West.

We've had some trouble. There's been a
very big fight here.

Okay. Okay?

I think he's stood long enough.

Now we bring him to the boil.

I've got it. Rhythm?

Flu?

What we were talking about the other
day.

The fickleness of man.

I know that face.

I said that man was infinitely more
changeable than woman, more restless.

I've seen it on file somewhere.

Well, you, of course, disagreed.

He's a hip man, a heavy.

You said that no man would ever up and
leave a woman.

Not if he really cared for her.

Half -hide to forward base.

This is half -hide calling forward base.

Come in.

Come...

Why this interest in the Lake Ontario
shoreline?

It was hit by Agatha, wasn't it? Agatha?

Oh, the typhoon in 69. Yes, it did hit
this area.

Did it change it much?

Some. And the area was out of action for
a while.

It would be, yes.

Phones down, radio affected.

And radar.

That could be affected too.

Well, naturally.

All along the coastline and the Gulf of
St. Lawrence, typhoon picks up a lot of

debris, flings it about all over.

radar screens would pick all that up.

Confusing.

Yes. For a while, anyway.

Do you mind if I hold on to this?

I did say I was sorry.

You could have asked me a civil
question, read my rights, allowed me to

lawyer. I mean, that's the usual
procedure, isn't it?

Isn't it?

I couldn't help you.

It's a pure reflex action.

I did offer to reset the boat.

What are you making of this?

Excuse me.

A wetsuit.

Rather odd, wouldn't you say?

Perhaps.

Perhaps he was going off somewhere.

told you. I did not want to be
disturbed.

Yes, I know, sir, but a half -hide is
here, sir.

The guards didn't know when he arrived
and asked to be admitted.

They did so.

I had to come here.

I know I disobeyed orders, sir, but I
had to come. They were on to me.

Police.

People watching.

So I thought, well, I'm of no further
use now, so... I congratulate you, half

-hide.

Congratulate me.

You are aware of two very pertinent
things.

One, you disobey the orders.

And two, you are of no further use.

Definitely.

I'm confused, which I'm usually not.

And that's an understatement.

Now, you found a man in Toronto on dry
land.

On dry land, you said, right.

In a wetsuit.

You... No, tell it me all again. I
followed him to the

point where he got rid of the Mark VI.

Which turned into the Mark V.

And then he walked into Lake Ontario and
disappeared.

Now we get to the bit that's going to
look a bit tricky in the report.

He changed his clothes.

That's right.

When he walked into the lake, he had on
a shirt and trousers.

And then when I found him... He was in a
dressing gown and pajamas.

Well, he was diving to the bed of the
lake.

Well, if a job like this can't be fun...
Sorry?

An agent voluntarily jumped into Lake
Ontario and drowned himself.

Oh, he wasn't drowned.

No, whatever gave you that idea? No,
he'd been shot.

I think I'll go fishing.

Sounds like a good idea.

Stay gone?

Fishing. Oh.

Oh, well, I thought he'd like to know
he's coming round.

The guy he hit with his bowler.

He's starting to talk.

Then I'd better start to listen.

Had a busy day.

Yes? Can I help?

Not with that.

I've hung all the pictures I need, thank
you.

Now, I was after some fishing tackle.

Oh, oh, yes.

We have a very good stock.

There's these new nylon rods, or one of
the wood ones.

Will you want a full kit?

Ah, hey.

This will do fine.

Thank you very much.

That grass.

Very, very wet grass.

And that's a tree.

Isn't it just?

Oh,

you

collect bird's eggs.

No.

Fish. Fish?

Fisher nesting in the trees.

Well, of course.

Forward base.

But where is forward base?

Down under? You mean it's in Australia?

He didn't say down under. He said down
under.

You understand what I require, Admiral?

I understand, but by what authority?

No authority, Admiral. Just instinct.

In fuel alone?

Well, just dock it out of my pay an
equal amount.

But you will be there, won't you,
Admiral?

Now look here, Steed.

Thank you, Admiral.

There's an intruder in the area, sir.
Then deal with it. I do not want to be

disturbed.

Except by this beautiful music.

Look, it's the end of the road for you.
Three, five, ten, fifteen years in a

prison cell. That's all you can look
forward to.

Now, do you want to go for the full
fifteen?

Or three?

Perhaps even less.

It depends on how cooperative you are.

We might even arrange a repatriation.

I work for pay, not patriotism.

What do you want to know?

The exact location of Forward Base.

Vicious?

Yes. They're in the trees, you know.

I can believe that.

But I prefer more traditional methods.

It's pretty, I believe.

I have seen your face in files many
times, but I've never had the pleasure.

You and a hundred others.

I can't believe I've been out long
enough for you to transport me to... An

illusion.

An illusion

to... Help relieve the monotony of so
many years underwater.

A necessary prop to morale.

Forward base.

Not so much forward as under.

Ah, you get your furnishings at the same
place D gets his bowlers.

A submarine?

A little more than that.

In theory, yes.

But a very special submarine.

A subaquatic community.

A small corner of Canada that is...
Forever foreign.

Exactly.

What?

Well, you couldn't have done it without
a woman's help.

Agatha, a typhoon famous to the point of
notoriety in 1969.

And while she was raging, this
submarine...

Correction. This sub -aquatic community,
suitably disguised as a peninsula,

moved in down St. Lawrence and into Lake
Ontario.

Must have taken some timing.

Yes, we had to wait for the precise
moment when the radar systems were being

confused by the typhoon. Please, no
interruptions. It spoils my train of

thought. Oh, I do apologize.

Now, I imagine you have missile
launchers somewhere here.

Correct.

Inside the North American defenses.

What?

You do not, of course, have any direct
contact with your homeland.

We are completely self -sufficient.

But times change.

And so do missile guidance systems.

You were stuck with the Mark V,
obsolete.

It was essential that we have the Mark
VI.

The one with the little red bits?

Mm -hmm.

So you have the new device flown in, and
that's where I came in.

And go out.

A view.

A brief talk with a most charming and
intelligent young woman.

Both a transitory way to relieve the
monotony.

But now I fear a sad and tragic
accident.

while diving.

These theatrical touches are necessary
to preserve the

illusion, you see, and to maintain the
safety of forward base.

Forward base. This is John Steed. This
is John Steed calling forward base.

I would hate to have to personally kill
a woman.

So would I. Especially if it's me.

I am sorry, sir. Outside!

We're picking up a message, Captain
Milchev. Loud and clear. From nearby, I

think. I told you to! I really think you
should listen to this, sir.

Hello there. John Steed speaking.

Forward base.

Yes. I'd just like you to know that your
location is discovered.

What's more, I'm standing on it.

Crash dive!

Now, you could consider a crash dive.

Evasive action.

Forward base.

I'd just like to point out two things.
One, I can swim.

And two, at this very moment, an anti
-submarine flotilla of the Canadian

Forces is sailing into Lake Ontario.

Admiral, can you hear me?

Loud and clear. Be with you in three
minutes.

Board base, convinced?

Now, I should like you very much to show
yourselves in an orderly fashion.

Board base, I'm waiting.

They should be showing themselves soon.

How am I near here?

Or nearer the lake?

Oh, yeah, sure.