All language subtitles for 613. They Keep Killing Steed

(theme music plays)

(telephone rings)

Stuff's here, all right.

Let me know if there's
any sign of the opposition.

- Penman!
- What?

What is it?
Someone coming?

No.

It was nothing.

No one coming.
No one.

(gunshot)

Melville!

Why?

Why didn't you warn me?

Seven.

One, two, three, four,
five, six... seven.

My game, I think.

Steed, you've just won
the last 20 games.

Yes, I have,
haven't I?

- It's not that
I don't trust you.
- Oh, no, of course not.

It's just that I think
such good fortune

- ought to be shared.
- Of course.

- (telephone rings)
- Excuse me.

Yes?

Oh, Mother.

Yes, right away.

Very sorry,
I've got to go.

Mother, eh?

Yes, I might have guessed.

- Why is that?
- It's Mother's Day.

It's Mother's Day.

(door closes)

- Sorry, full up.
- What do you mean full up?

Room for one more?

Could we dispense with
the jokes this morning?

- Thank you, Steed.
- Ah, Rhonda.

I'll have one of those.

I'm very sorry.
Trouble in Botswana?

Trouble in abdomen.
Too many oysters.

(telephone rings)

(speaking foreign language)

I'm surrounded
by incompetence.

In general
or in particular?

Both, that's why
I have to involve you

in a case
that a child of two

could have sown up
in half an hour.

Well, who's the fly
in your ointment?

- Melville.
- Melville?

I thought he was your...
Your blue-eyed boy.

He was.

What happened?

I wish I knew.

Ever since he started work
on the Edgefield case,

the whole thing's
become a nightmare.

Department's losing agents
and I'm losing sleep.

What's the Edgefield case?

Three months ago,
Sir Joseph asked us

to compile dossier
on Lord Edgefield.

Now, our investigations
have confirmed

that he has a long record
of extortion and blackmail,

mostly directed against

security and foreign
service personnel.

Now, we have a witness prepared
to give evidence against him,

but we needed
conclusive proof.

And you assigned Melville
to get it?

Yes,
a straightforward operation,

I should have thought.

But so far, the
balance sheet reads.

"Gains... nil.
Losses... two men."

Last night,
I sent him out again.

And if past experience
is anything to go by,

he'll return
empty-handed and alone.

He was working
with a partner?

- Oh, naturally.
- Who?

Penman.

(doorbell ringing
continuously)

Penman.

Penman?

Look outside...

in dustbin.

Warn... Steed...

Mother...

Warn them about what?

Melville.

(panting)

Melville traitor.

There's something very odd
about this case, Steed.

You're taking Melville
off it?

- No.
- Why not?

I want you to work together,
finish the job.

- But at the same time...
- Keep an eye on him.

Both eyes, Steed.

(bell dings)

Well, any luck?

- No.
- No photographs?

- Nothing.
- Notebook?

- Wasn't there.
- Where's Penman?

He's gone home.

Is he all right?

As far as I know.

It's a good thing we've
still got Plummer.

- Who's Plummer?
- The star witness.

It looks as if we're going to
have to depend entirely on him.

Sir Joseph's called
a meeting this morning

with Lord Edgeworth
and Plummer at 11:30

at which the whole case
will be reviewed.

The whole case resting
at the moment

- on the evidence of one man.
- Precisely.

So you'd better get over there
and look after him.

His market value's
just risen 100%.

- Right.
- Oh, and, Steed,

Take Melville with you.
He's expecting you both.

- (door buzzer buzzes)
- (barks)

(dog barking)

- (door buzzer buzzes)
- Plummer! Plummer!

What's happened?

Someone in my kitchen.

Frightened him off.

Disappeared down
the fire escape.

Maybe thought you kept
your jewelry on ice.

- Anything missing?
- Not as far as I can see.

Anything here
that shouldn't be here?

- No.
- Except this.

What's the matter
with it?

Plucky but from the wrong side
of the hill.

Thanks.

- Milk, Plummer?
- Yes, please.

I gather you've
had personal experience

of the way
that Edgefield operates.

That's one way
of putting it.

He was responsible
for my brother's suicide.

Can you prove it?

Jack told me what Edgefield
said to him.

And I have his cancelled checks
for the year before he died.

- What do they show?
- Blackmail.

He paid Edgefield a total
of £10,000 over that period.

What department
is he working?

Security, missile division.

- And the question is...
- What else did he give him?

Makes it even more urgent
to get Edgefield behind bars.

Don't worry.
Won't be long now.

You're certain the case
is now watertight, Steed,

- no loopholes?
- Quite certain.

Those checks
speak for themselves.

Only if there were no legitimate
reason for their payment.

There wasn't...
Plummer's brother told him

that Edgefield
was blackmailing him.

Good. Good.

That makes it
pretty conclusive.

Now, we shall want you to be
as specific as possible,

Mr. Plummer, don't leave
him room to maneuver.

We want the exact dates.

Oh, he's here already.

I'm making a recording
of this historic interview.

- (knock on door)
- Come in!

Lord Edgefield,
Sir Joseph.

Well, well, well.

The vultures are gathering,
it seems.

Good morning, Edgefield.

Mr. Steed.

- Milord.
- Melville.

Mr. Plummer
I believe you know.

Yes, indeed.

I'm sorry to hear
about your brother, Plummer.

- Do sit down.
- Thank you.

Before we begin,
Sir Joseph,

I should like to make
one thing quite clear.

Damages for defamation
of character in my case

could be punitive.

Sir, we're aware of that.

However, I am assured
that the charges

about to be brought against you
can be substantiated.

Mr. Plummer...

I believe you attribute
your brother's death

directly to the fact
that he was being blackmailed

by Lord Edgefield.

Now, can you prove
these allegations?

Mr. Plummer,
would you tell us, please,

in your own words,
of course,

about the conversation
that you overheard

between your brother
and Lord Edgefield?

Come on, Plummer,
there's nothing to be afraid of.

Seems your little bird
is reluctant to sing.

Were you or were you not present
during that conversation?

No.

(clears throat) Well,
let me rephrase the question.

Have you any reason
to believe

that your brother's association
with Lord Edgefield

was a contributory factor
to his suicide?

This is outrageous.

You're putting words
into his mouth.

I am simply repeating
what he said in his
original statement.

Was Lord Edgefield responsible
for your brother's death?

No.

Well, did you not at one time
hold such an opinion?

- No.
- But only an hour
or so ago...

Just a minute, Steed.
Just a minute.

Am I to take it then

that you have no charges
to bring against Lord Edgefield?

No.

I take it I may go.

Yes.

Good day, gentlemen.

Thank you, Mr. Plummer,
you may go, too.

Thank you, sir.

Spring cleaning?

You've got a visitor.

Anyone I know?

I'm afraid so.
Penman.

When did he arrive?

Soon after you left.

Did he say anything?

He told me to look
in the dustbins.

Which you've been doing.

What for?

That, I suppose.

Interesting.

He said something else.

He said I should warn you
and Mother.

What about?

- That Melville is a traitor.
- He needn't have bothered.

- Why?
- It's self-evident.

Melville said they
didn't get the films.

Yet here they are.

Well, this is an
unexpected development.

- Underexposed?
- There are two possibilities.

Either he genuinely
didn't know that Penman
got the photographs...

Or it's a deliberate lie

to turn the Edgefield interview
into a fiasco.

We have to know which.
There's only way to be sure.

- I want you to...
- You want me to partner
Melville in an assignment.

At the same time, you should
find out what he's up to.

Kill two birds...
with one stone.

Wrong number.

It says request stop.
We're refusing your request.

This is asking
for trouble, Mother.

We have to be certain.

The security of
the department's is at stake.

- And Steed's life.
- He'll be all right.

Forewarned is forearmed.

Not against
a knife in the back.

- There must be another way.
- Can you think of one?

- No.
- Exactly.

Well, I still think
it's an unnecessary risk.

- Take your mind off it.
- How?

Pay Plummer a visit.

See if you can find out
why he changed his testimony.

All right.

- And, Tara?
- Yes, Mother?

I shouldn't worry
too much about Steed.

He usually knows
what he's up to.

(barks)

Very clever.

Seems you're a woman's
best friend as well.

(barks)

Now the trouble with you, Suzy,
is you're a liar.

No reply.

- (telephone rings)
- Yes?

Melville, I'm in.
Keep me posted.

Right.

Melville, any sign
of Edgefield yet?

No.

(clank, elevator whirs)

Melville,
everything still clear?

Yes.

(elevator stops,
door opens)

- Put this away, Brayshaw.
- Very good, sir.

Thank you.

Melville?

Get out.

What did you do that for?

For services not rendered.

What do you mean?

Get up.

Why did you tell me
that Edgefield hadn't come back

when you knew perfectly
well that he had?

I didn't.

I asked you if there
was any sign of him.

- You said no.
- I said yes.

You've been doing this
for some time, haven't you?

What?

You've been feeding false
information to your partners.

I have never given them
false information in my life.

Three of them are dead.

They're not.

Get back in the car.

Where are we going?

- To headquarters.
- Why?

To make a little test.

No need to be nervous,
Mr. Melville.

A lie detector test
is mainly for the purpose

of exonerating
innocent people.

Let's get on
with it, then.

Right.

Mother?

Were you telling the truth
when you said that you

and Penman failed
to get the photographs?

Yes.

Were you telling the truth
when you said

that Penman wasn't hurt?

Yes.

Have you been feeding
false information

to your fellow agents?

No.

Well?

All those answers were true.

Are you sure you haven't got
your wires crossed?

Beg your pardon,
Mr. Steed?

- It is plugged in, isn't it?
- Naturally.

Melville, did you deliberately
give false information to Steed

whilst he was at
Lord Edgefield's apartment?

Of course not.

True.

Untrue.

Mr. Steed, this machine
is infallible.

It's never made a mistake.

Well, there's always
a first time.

It is human.

Let us try a more
direct approach, Steed.

Check the basic facts.

Right. Melville?

Yes?

Did you and I
work together today?

- No.
- Well?

According to the machine,
that was true.

As you suspected.

It seems that we've
found our problem.

But not solved it.

Problem?

(door opens)

Ah, the mountain
comes to Mohammed.

- I beg your pardon?
- Merely a figure of speech.

I take it you have
something for me?

- Yes.
- 5,000?

You're at liberty
to count it.

I trust you.

Noblesse oblige
and all that.

It worked like a dream.

Good.

Always happy
to give satisfaction.

- But it's not enough.
- Well, of course not,

That's why we've arranged
a regular delivery.

I mean, this will only give me
a temporary breathing space.

It won't be long before
they come up with someone else

to testify against me.

Well, we can't deliver
all over London, you know.

I'm well aware of that.

Then what else
do you suggest?

That we stop attacking the body
and concentrate on the head.

I see.
Sir Joseph...

That would be very expensive
in view of the risk involved.

How much?

Another 10,000.

Very well,
but you'll have to hurry.

There isn't much time.

Special delivery, Lane.

Sir Joseph Tarlton.
Two pints, please.

Yes, sir.

(knock on door)

Come in.

Mr. Steed, sir.

Ah.

I'm sorry to disturb you,
Sir Joseph.

Oh, that's all right, Steed.
What's on your mind?

- These.
- What are they?

Edgefield's records of
payments received and from whom.

Hmm,
manna from heaven, eh?

Well, heaven helps those
who help themselves.

Yeah, precisely.

Amanda? Would you come here
for a moment, please?

Yes, sir.

Of course,
you realize that if none

of these men testify,
we're back where we started.

- We've got nothing to lose.
- Quite.

Amanda, I want
the telephone numbers

of all the people
on this list, please.

Yes, Sir Joseph.

Well, make yourself
at home, Steed.

This looks like
being a long job.

No luck?

Closed up like an oyster.

How many left?

Three.

Mr. Nesbitt?

This is Joseph Tarlton.

Two months ago,
you made a very large payment

to Lord Edgefield.

May I ask what
that payment was for?

I see, well,
in that case,

would you care to come
around and see me?

Immediately.

Thank you.

Someone willing to testify?

We've got a bite.

Plummer was willing
to testify.

Quite.

Well, this time,
nothing must go wrong.

I was going to come
and see you anyway, Sir Joseph.

Yes, well, you should
have come to see me

as soon as Lord Edgefield
approached you.

- Please sit down.
- I realize that now.

It was just that
he threatened to...

make public
a past indiscretion.

Well, I'm not interested in your
private life, Mr. Nesbitt.

I'm interested
in whether you're willing

to give us a sworn statement.

Yes, yes, I am.

Good.
Do please sit down.

I suggest we go over the details
before Lord Edgefield arrives.

- Would you like a coffee?
- Thank you.

- Steed?
- Please.

Amanda, coffee
for three, please.

Yes, sir.

Worried about
lack of vitamins?

Yes, well,
I'm just wasting away.

Then we must bring the roses
back to your cheeks, mustn't we?

Hey...

Hey!

Did she get away?

Yeah, but I shouldn't
worry too much if I were you.

Why not?

She must have swallowed
at least half a pint.

I said immediately,
Lord Edgefield.

We now have a witness who's
impervious to your threats.

- He's coming straight round.
- Good.

Well, should be
plain sailing now.

Should be.

I must confess I'm rather
looking forward to this.

(telephone rings)

- Yes?
- Sir Joseph!

Oh, yes, Miss King?

This is very unimportant.

Well, don't bother me now then.
I'm rather busy.

- I don't want to warn you!
- I beg your pardon?

Whatever you do,
don't be careful.

Look, you're wasting
my time, Miss King.

Sir Joseph?

Miss King.

Most extraordinary.

What did she say?

She didn't say.

Well, now should we have some
coffee while we're waiting?

Black or with milk,
Mr. Nesbitt?

Come in.

Lord Edgefield.

Sir Joseph,
I hope for your sake,

this horse
doesn't let you down.

I think you'll find that
he's champing at the bit.

He is not under
starter's orders yet.

Oh, quite so.

Perhaps you would care
to reaffirm

your intention to testify,
Mr. Nesbitt.

Nesbitt:
Certainly.

Do please begin.

Lord Edgefield first came
to my office on the 9th of May.

He told me that unless
I put certain documents

at his disposal, he would
reveal a past indiscretion

to the appropriate
authorities.

- And you gave him
those documents?
- Yes.

And since that time,
under the same threat,

I've paid him a sum of money
regularly every month.

Steed: How much did that
amount to in all?

Nesbitt:
Approximately £5,000.

That tallies with entries
in Edgefield's notebook.

Guilty or not guilty,
Sir Joseph?

Not guilty.

This is conclusive proof.

I disagree.
It's completely inconclusive.

Sir Joseph, we've got him
where we want him.

I repeat,
this evidence proves nothing.

Don't you want to obtain
a conviction?

No.

Lord Edgefield
is the most incorrupt,

irreproachable man
in the country,

an idealist,
a philanthropist,

a paragon of virtue!

Then I take it
the interview is over.

Of course.

Good day, gentlemen.

(King gargling)

Return of the prodigal.

No!

Well, return of the thrifty.

No.

Why the enigmatic
phone call?

I phoned no one.

You called Sir Joseph!
I was there.

No!

Where did you go?

Steed, I...

Tara King has gone
to visit Steed, sir.

Don't worry,
she can't do much harm.

But just to be on
the safe side...

Sir?

Deliver Steed two pints.

Right away, sir.

The milk float, does that
mean something to you?

No!

- What's the matter?
- Nothing!

Now look here, now what does
the milk float mean to you?

Nothing.

- Was it the man driving it?
- Nothing.

- Well, have you ever
seen him before?
- No!

Then why did you behave
in that extraordinary manner?

"The milk is harmless"?

(doorbell rings)

Melville, just the man.

Just the man to what?

Illuminate my darkness.

Steed, Penman's dead.

I know.

Why?

I gave him
plenty of warning.

Are you sure?

What do you mean?

And you saw someone
coming to the garage

- when Penman was there.
- Yes, the chauffeur.

And you warned
Penman immediately?

Of course.

You don't think I'm
responsible for his death.

Tell me something, Melville.

What?

Do you take milk
in your coffee?

Yes, usually.

In the future,
take it black.

Well!

If it isn't
Miss King again.

Analyze it?

What on earth do you
expect to find in it?

- The key.
- To what?

Three deaths.

Well, it looks
perfectly harmless to me.

That's the whole idea.

Gould?

(whistles sharply)

Yes, Mother?

Have this analyzed.

I want the report
in half an hour.

- Yes, Mother.
- Three deaths, you say?

So far.

And what do you mean
by that?

We'll be lucky if we
don't get a fourth.

You see, I'm not alone.

I have the whole place
surrounded.

My dear, Miss King,
you have such appealing eyes.

If I didn't know you'd drunk
our special milk,

I'd almost be inclined
to believe you.

(whistles sharply)

Check the door.

Nothing.

Butter wouldn't melt
in your mouth, Miss King.

Or would it?

- Sloman.
- Yeah?

Put her
in the butter machine.

The analysis report
doesn't tell us very much.

Colorless liquid
extracted from milk

in some form of
hallucinatory drug,

defying analysis.

Hallucinatory drug.

Suppose...

It had the effect
of inverting the truth?

Mm-hmm.

Nesbitt and I had black coffee,
Sir Joseph, white.

And Plummer?

He drank his
while he was shaving.

Changed his testimony.

And Tara tried to warn
Sir Joseph.

But she couldn't.

So she warned me.

DreemyKreem Dairies.

What on earth is that?

That was the name
on the milk float.

Tara must have gone there.

Then I suggest
you do the same.

Milk. Ooh.

Comfortable?

Have you got anything
without air conditioning?

I shouldn't worry too much.

You'll be cooling off
in a moment.

Oh, well, I sent for Steed.
He should be here soon.

I'm afraid I don't
believe you, Miss King.

Why?

For the simple reason that
you were unable to tell him.

- The lie drug saw to that.
- Lie drug?

A little invention
of my own.

It neutralizes the faculty
that distinguishes

the true from the false.

And as you may
already have guessed...

It's not in the milk.

That's right,
it's in the milk.

Simple but effective,
don't you think?

- No.
- A distillation designed
to eliminate

the George Washington
syndrome.

I don't see!

I thought you would.

So I'm afraid
it's highly unlikely

that Steed will be
coming to your rescue.

(squealing)

Of course, now that
Lord Edgefield's affairs

are so happily resolved,

we shall move on
to higher things.

I need hardly point out
the chaos my drug would cause

if one or two key members
of a national security system

were to take it.

Complete organization.

Such a weapon would be worth
a great deal of money,

- don't you think?
- No.

I knew you'd agree with me.

You'll appreciate
we can't allow anyone

to stand in our way now,
Miss King.

So I've devised a rather
unusual death for you.

Thank you!

Sykes!

Sykes! Ah!

I thought we'd have
a little celebration.

Splendid idea!

All go according to plan?

Like clockwork.
My worries are over.

So are ours.

Let's drink to
a trouble-free future.

To a successful association.

To a formidable partnership.

The first of many.

Cheers.

- Cold enough?
- Very refreshing.

Any chance of buying some shares
in your enterprise?

I'm afraid not.
We're a limited company.

Pity.

I've accumulated a lot of
capital in the last few years,

and this seems like
an ideal home for it.

We're no shortage
of capital, I assure you.

And when our foreign branches
are fully operative,

we shall have an organization
of unparalleled resources.

The envy
of the commercial world.

And the scourge
of the rest of it.

And all because
of a colorless liquid.

Just think of the unsuspecting
fools waiting to lap it up.

Perhaps Lord Edgefield
would like to see our milkmaid.

Your what?

Drink up and come with me.

I'll show you how we deal
with company spies.

Sounds most intriguing.

Poetic justice,
don't you think?

A triumph of ingenuity.
I congratulate you.

That cream could curdle.

Never count your chickens
before they... hatch!

This is where your chickens
come on to roost, Mr. Steed.

I hope you like
our little coop.

It's a great coop.

Aren't we mixing
our metaphors?

Hardly worth the trip,
was it?

Especially as Miss King
doesn't wish to be rescued,

- do you, Miss King?
- No!

There you are, you see?

Damsel seems to revel
in her distress.

Sloman?

Yeah.

Any sign of Steed?

Yes, he's over there.

What do you mean
over there?

I'm over there.

No, you're not.
I am.

- Sloman?
- What?

You're not lying.

Nor you.

Steed.

He didn't doctor
our drinks.

I can see him,
can't you?

Yes, he mustn't be
behind the machine.

Yes, I haven't
looked there.

He mustn't be
by the milk vat.

Yes, I'm not
over there now.

Well, where isn't he?

I'm not right behind you!

Hmm, salted.

Steed?

I really do hate you.

Steed?

What are you doing?

My great Aunt Emily.

She used to save up
silver paper.

Ended up with five tons
of the stuff.

That was before she went off
with a scrap metal dealer,

the one
with the big mustache.

Is there a point
to this story?

There is a moral...
Waste not, want not.

All this butter,
seemed a pity to waste it.

What then?
An endless picnic?

Sandwiches.

What, now?
What about the celebration?

- Celebration?
- You haven't forgotten.

- Yes.
- You said you'd take me
out to dinner.

- No.
- Oh, you promised!

Never.

I've even bought
a new outfit especially.

- You didn't.
- I did!

I say,
do you like it?

No.

What?!

Well,
what's wrong with it?

Everything.

Everything about
it is delightful.

I cannot tell a lie.
The table is booked.

The carriage awaits.
And you look ravishing.

And this?

Oh, that?

That's for itinerant cats.

(theme music plays)