All language subtitles for The Box Of Delights s01e05 Beware of Yesterday

You do see who it is, don't you, Joe?

Look more closely.

It's him.

It's the old Pomp and Judy man.

But you said Raymond was dead. I said
they show his tomb at Parma.

But he must be 500, 700 years old. With
the power of the past and the

power of the future in his magic mind,
and although his mind may be fading,

untold other magic powers as well. Now,
do you see, you mutineering doddlehead?

Why, I do not dare risk hurting or
threatening the old man.

Yes.

Well.

If we could get hold of this Lixia
thing, is it like a cough mixture?

And put it on the market. I reckon it
would sell like hot cakes.

Cretinous joke.

Are you still feeling mutinous?

Mutinous? Me?

All I say is we still don't know why
you're scrobbling all these clergymen.

The box.

has disappeared either at Seaking's,
perhaps at the bishop's palace at

Dachester.

And until it is recovered, not one of
them will be released.

But the morning paper.

You've got the church all over the
country up in arms.

It's their service tonight in the
cathedral.

It's been held every year for a thousand
years.

Naturally, they'll do everything to see
that it goes ahead.

If the fox is not delivered to me by
midnight tonight, I will stop their

precious ceremony if it's the last thing
I do.

Chief, I got a suggestion.

It says the archbishop is offering a
reward of £1 ,000 for the return of the

bishop, with reduced sums for all the
rest.

£25 even for a choir boy, and we
scrabbled a lot of those.

Well, couldn't we, um...

Make a Christmas gesture.

Before the whole world turns against us.
Get out!

There's one thing I can't understand,
boss.

I cannot for the life of me understand.

That boy at Sea King's... Say, Harker.

Well, I don't see why Cole Hauling
shouldn't have given the box to him.

Yeah, he's the one person you leave
unscrobbled. Joe, I have it on the

of my pouncer that the boy is an idle
muff.

The ageless and shrewd, eternally wise
Cole Hallings would entrust the greatest

magic device of all time to an
insignificant brat is nonsense!

Come, Joe.

It is Christmas.

Let us bury the hatchet. We shall have
breakfast.

And then I will go over to Tatch's to
Almshouse.

and deliver my Christmas lecture to the
pensioners in my other persona,

as the Reverend Boddledale.

But we shall meet here again at half
-past two this afternoon to talk

over our final plans.

Right.

I shall also be here at half -part two,
Mr Abner Brown.

Hello, Master Harker. What is it this
time?

Inspector, how would you like to win the
Archbishop's reward of £1 ,000?

And how do you think I might?

Go to the Tatchester Barracks, fall out
the Tatchier blue and raid the Chester

Hills Missionary College.

You'll find the missing clergyman there.
I'm sure you will.

Have you run on about that college,
Master Harker? Now, this is what is

medical circles as an obsession.

Have a bull's -eye.

Thank you.

It's too much studying, Master Harker.
It's turned your mind.

Stand by, driver. Keep the engine
running.

Inspector, come along. We need every man
we can get.

Cripes!

We're giving police protection to
Tatchester Cathedral and all the clergy

are trying to reach it to save the
midnight service.

Who's this?

Ah, now this chief constable is Master
Harker. He's a very good lad, except for

his obsession.

Obsession? He cannot get it out of his
mind that the Reverend Bottledale of

Oakley Club is a master crook.

Nonsense, boy.

Eat your bullseye.

How are you, sir?

Sir?

There's urgency.

Invite an operation.

Righto, driver.

Hey, we missed you at breakfast.

If you've been having adventures and
leaving us out, please be quiet, Mariah.

Okay, any news of Peter?

Hearn, I'm the hunter.

Please come.

For I know now who is the key to all the
trouble.

Hearn!

I know what you want, young king.

You want to find Arnold of Toadie?

Yes.

It's his box, you see.

And if it were returned to him, all this
hunting for it and scrabbling people

for it would stop.

But Arnold of Toadie went back into the
past and has been lost in it somewhere

ever since.

Couldn't I find him?

Kay, the past is a great book with many,
many pages.

How could you find him?

With the box.

Ah. The box.

It gives you the power to go into the
past, but you cannot take it with you.

He who dares goes at his own risk.

He must find his own way back.

I'll take that risk.

You're very brave.

There is one chance.

It won't be quite you, but a shadow of
you that goes.

If we from here can call you strongly
enough...

Through the sleeping you that remain,
you may know certainty, but you may get

safely back.

I'm ready.

Be careful.

The you that goes will cast no shadow,
and those you'll meet will not like

Are you sure you want to go?

Yes.

What skulking Trojan is this trying to
escape?

I'm not Trojan.

I'm from Condicurch, England. Captain!

Captain!

There's another of them.

But he's got no shadow.

Well, neither he has.

Not a sign of a shadow.

Well, that's bad luck, boy.

For you.

We'll soon settle him, Captain. One good
whack with this will let the shadow out

he's got. tucked away inside him. No.

Let's hang the sculpin up by his heels
till the shadow falls out of him, I say.

That's what you would say. Silence!

The god of war smiles upon those who use
their cunning.

Once before, when we came upon a
barbarian of this sort, how did we deal

him?

We marooned him on the nearest island.

Oh.

Well, you have your order.

It isn't now at all that's here.

No, but next year. Next year or worse.

Some year beyond in future time.

Unkid, unkond. As far away from
Trebizond as Toadie Weir.

And this I ask, and Thane would know,
will now be in a day or so.

Is this time next year now or no?

Or did now happen long ago, long, long
ago?

And was tomorrow yesterday?

Or has it been and gone today? Will no
one say?

I wish someone would say.

Ah.

Telliano.

Father.

No.

Not English, no. The English have tails.

It is well known the English have tails.

The English haven't got tails? You have
not, so you are not English.

What year in Anno Domini is this?

1934.

Nineteen... Nineteen hundred and... In

the future or the present?

The present.

I think...

What a thing is time.

I've got quite lost in time.

I know, sir.

You are Arnold of Toadie. I was once,
but I would have none of it.

I went back into the past.

Why? Why?

Because my old time was dull, of course.

Could you tell me how you got back into
the past? Ah.

I made a box.

A box of delights.

Do you know, a man once came all the way
from Spain to offer me his elixir of

life in return for my box, but I refused
to give it, and now I know not where it

is nor where I am.

Why did you refuse?

I'd forgotten.

It seemed important at the time.

Sir, I have your box of delights,
although it really belongs to the man

to you with the elixir. He still lives
on in your time, and his elixir works.

Magnificent. But as for my box, it's no
more than a silly little toy. A toy?

A silly little... That box is very, very
powerful and has caused no end of

trouble in my own time and in my own
town.

If you would only come and take it back
into ancient time, it wouldn't exist in

our time anymore and no -one could claim
it.

Come back to...? Thatcher, England,
1934. What a charming idea.

But I don't want it.

You mean I've come all this way into the
park for nothing and then I got myself

killed by soldiers and little boats on
big oceans and now you say... I do not

want that box. And you, I must say, are
an impertinent, ignorant and insolent

boy because it is a matter of absolute
fact, according to all the very best

textbooks...

the past.

I'll send you back.

Can you help him? Were you having a
dream?

It seemed very real.

Thank you, Mama. Thanks for calling me
back.

Come along. It's after one o 'clock.

And I have an important appointment at
half past two.

What did you say?

I said while you was off giving your
sermon to the pensioners, I've made up

mind. I didn't know you had a mind to
make up.

Boss, tomorrow's Christmas Day. I want
you to return all the captives tonight

with a £10 note apiece from our last
bank robbery.

then the whole thing will pass off as a
rag and we'll turn in our favour if we

ever do come to be tried.

I see.

Anything else?

Yes. If you're so full of magic as you
say you are, why don't you use your

to find the missing box?

What do you want with me now?

Don't be pert with me, boy, or I'll send
you back for another eternity under the

waterfall.

Tell the gentleman what Cole Hallings
has done with the box.

given it to somebody to keep for him.

He put spells around it, though I don't
know who.

Am I any nearer to getting the box?

You're very near to it. You shall have
it under your hand today.

Under my hand?

Mm -hmm.

Under my hand today.

And you tell me to give the whole thing
up just when I'm within an ace of

winning. Let me go, can't you?

Set me free from the waterfall.

Never.

For you see things from there that no
one else can see.

Anything you want to ask the boy, Joe?

Yes.

What's in this blessed box?

It can make you go small.

And it can make you go swift.

And it is full of wonders.

Anything else?

What will win the Grand National?

Kubada by seven lengths.

Get back to your waterfall!

And I'll be very surprised if I ever let
you out again.

Well, Joe.

I think you and I should take a little
walk.

dungeons.

My precious dungeons.

Deep, deep in the earth.

And how is the dear bishop?

Will you tell me where that package is?

You ruffian!

I know nothing of any package.

These presences must cease.

Stubborn! Stubborn!

You're all stubborn!

But I am stubborn too.

And the earth is stubborn.

Whoever knows where that package is and
tells me, you'll all be home

by late tonight. If not, I will last.

And the earth will last.

But on dry bread and water, I don't
think you will.

Joe.

Do you remember the cell we put the Earl
into?

About seven years ago, wasn't it?

He didn't pay his ransom, did he?

Step inside and see if his bones are
still there.

Oh, yes.

I remember the Earl. Very stubborn.

Well, Jerry.

With the made -up mind.

Hot for mutiny.

Stay here and rot forever.

Under my hand.

I shall have the box today.

Under my hand.

Strange.

Why do I think of that detestable child,
Kay Harker? Why should he come

into my mind now?

Well, you'd better not come into my
presence.

Fear not, Abner.

Time to chant and enjoy your duels.

Oh, and diamonds.

Oh, my rubies and sapphires, every
robbery, every raid on every wealthy

house.

But are you enough for what Abner plans?

Let's check.

300 ,000?

400 ,000?

Half a million.

Enough for you to retire on Abner. Do
it.

Do it today.

Flit off to some far country and let the
others go.

I'd go this minute if I could only get
my hands on that box.

That's it.

But before I go... Sylvia.

Do I pick Sylvia?

My trooper?

She has become a little too independent
these days.

Ambitions of her own, perhaps.

Well, let her face her with it.

And if she is civil, I may, perhaps
after all,

take her along.

I've decided about Sylvia.

One last great wickedness before I

go.

Last great wickedness.

I've got to follow him.

I've got to get it up here anyway.

Come on, Box.

That's funny.

Can't have.

I have.

Lofted.

Let me out.

There's one thing on my conscience.

You see, Sylvia, my panther, I told you
he was going to double -cross us.

There's the boodle, all packed up in his
cash box.

All hearted, treacherous Abner.

About to flip...

Well, what?

Not to put too fine a point on it,
Sylvia, that's exactly what we're doing

him, eh?

Preserve him right if we just carried
off the whole box.

Too heavy and too conspicuous. My master
key will soon resolve the matter.

We shall conceal the jewels upon our
person. No.

Everything together in our suitcase.

Certainly, my dear. Whatever you say.
Yes, but do hurry, Charles. He may be

at any moment.

Oh, sorry, Harry. For all these years of
do this, Charles. Don't be such a fool,

Charles. You don't, Charles.

It's only a bit of rag.

A bit of jewel as cleaning rag or some
such.