All language subtitles for 615. The Rotters

(theme music plays)

- Zoltan?
- Yes, sir?

Are they coming?

They arrived at
the airport an hour ago.

Then they'll
be here soon...

to kill me.

Yes, sir.

We better get on with it.

They're coming, sir!

Hurry!

I'm ready.

I give it into
your hands, Zoltan.

Do with it
what must be done.

Goodbye, Zoltan.

Goodbye, sir.

(distant pounding)

I hear.

But too late, Zoltan.
I've cheated them.

I've cheated them.

He's dead, Sidney.

Dead.

He can't be.

I didn't travel 4,000 miles
to meet up with a dead man.

How dare he die before
we had a chance to kill him?

I won't allow it!

Where is the Falcon dagger?

(doorbell rings)

- You John Steed?
- Yes.

- I've got something for you.
- For me?

Can I come in?

Of course.

Man: We are alone
in this apartment, sir?

Steed:
Just the two of us.

You said you had
something for me.

Yes, sir.

This.

Just this?

No message?

No, sir.

Only that it was
my master's dying wish

that you should inherit
the piece.

Who is your...

I mean,
who was your master?

He wished to remain
anonymous.

- Did I know him?
- He wished to remain anonymous.

- But surely you can give me...
- Anonymous.

And now, sir,
if you'll excuse me,

I have much to do.

I hope, sir,
that the dagger

will bring you all the things
my master wished for you.

(engine starts)

Sidney:
Hurry, Humbert! Hurry!

I'm...
doing my best, Sidney.

The fates are against us.
A flat tire, now. Now!

This delay is giving
our competitors

too great an advantage.

Even now they may be already
seeking out the man Steed.

Even now they may be
gathering like jackals.

Hurry, Humbert!
Hurry!

Contact.

Chocks away.

(motor popping)

(doorbell rings)

- Tara!
- I can't stay.

I've just dropped in to have
a drink between parties.

Between parties?

Yes, just come from one.
Got another four to go to.

- I thought you
didn't like parties.
- Oh, I don't, really.

That's why I'm trying to get
them all in one evening.

Are you having
a good time so far?

Mm, delightful.

I've met three princes,
eight lords,

14 baronets,
21 viscounts.

A veritable posse of peers.

Mm,
I danced with them all.

I just wish
you'd been there.

Steed:
That's a very nice thought.

I am rather busy.
I gotta get this plane flying.

Aren't you a little young
for that sort of thing?

It's for my nephew's
tenth birthday.

- Oh, when's that?
- Three years ago.

The instructions
are very hard to follow.

New, isn't it?

They say it takes a six-year-old
four hours to do one of these.

- Yes, I got it tonight.
- It's nice.

A request from
an unknown benefactor.

Valuable.

I shouldn't think so.

I think it looks
a bit Chinese.

It doesn't say Chinese
to me.

I'll check on it.

Weren't you going
to have another drink?

Oh, no, I can't.

I got to dash off
and change for another party.

Goodnight.

Have a good party.

Back to the drawing board.

- Ready, Humbert?
- Ready.

Then get moving!

Lumbago?

Won't you join me?

It is, uh, poisoned.

Poisoned?
Certainly not.

Poison would destroy
the bouquet.

I'll introduce myself.
I Gorky.

Me Steed.

(chuckles)

You know, I'm liking
your style, Steed.

Knows good.
I drink to you.

(speaks foreign language)

Thank you.
I'll get you another.

There you are.

(speaks foreign language)

Old Gorky's
enjoying hospitality.

I am glad.

You know, Mr. Steed,
you are seeming

a man of great
reasonableness.

Therefore, I'm not beating
about the trees.

Well,
that's very decent of you.

I'll give you $500,000,
Mr. Steed.

Well, that more than covers
the cost of two broken glasses.

- (glass shatters)
- Have another.

Thankings you.
(speaks foreign language)

- (glass shatters)
- And now to business.

Half a million dollars,
how are you saying to that?

What's that in guineas?

All right, all right.
So you making bargains, huh?

(clears throat)

I'll give you three quarters
of a million.

But this is my final offer.

I will not move
from that figure.

- It's very generous of you.
- Say... say nothing.

So you are playing
cunning fox, huh?

(chuckles)

But you are too clever
for old Gorky.

But old Gorky
is a good loser.

Old Gorky knows
when old Gorky is beaten.

$1,000,000.

That's a great deal
of money.

Steed, you're driving
the hard bargain.

But old Gorky
laugh a little,

and old Gorky cry a little
and give you a check.

You will accept
a check, no?

Mr. Gorky,
I have nothing to...

Steed, I will be
pushed no further!

- One million yes or no?!
- No.

No! (Scoffs)

Old Gorky does
not forgive easily.

You will live to regret that
you did not accept my offer.

For I shall have it, Steed!
It will be mine.

I warn you, Steed...

Old Gorky makes
an ugly enemy.

Frankly, old Gorky would make
an equally ugly friend.

It's all right.
You'll be all right.

I'll get a doctor here.

(grunts)
There's no time.

Old Gorky is going.

Nonsense.

Soon old Gorky will be in
that great country in the sky.

Please, final wish.

What's that?

Final glass of champagne.

(door closes)

You... you are
a good man, old Steed.

Old Gorky give you advice.

Get rid of it

or else
they kill you also.

Get rid of what?

Gorky.
Old Gorky.

Dr. Winter?
Oh, it's Steed.

Can you come around here
right away?

Yes, it is urgent.

Very urgent.

Thank you.

Hello, Ho Lung.
How are you?

Good evening!

And now, ah,
you want laundry?

You want curious,
oriental artifacts?

No, neither.

I want a professional opinion
about something I've got.

Ah so,
we got plenty stock.

- We not buying.
- Me not selling.

I just want to show you this
and ask you

if you think
it's of Chinese origin.

Ah, most likely made
in the province of...

Where you...
get this, missy?

It belongs to a friend of mine.
Do you think it is Chinese?

Perhaps.

It is only
worthless trinket.

- Oh.
- But...

I will find out.

Have book of all
knowledge back room.

You stay please.

(English accent)
Hello, Roger.

Yeah, it's me.

Tell me, are you
still interested

in the Dagger
of a Thousand Deaths?

Yes, the Falcon dagger.

Yes, yes, I'm sure.

A girl brought it to me.

Yes.

Yes, I'll keep her here.

(approaching footsteps)

- Dr. Winter?
- Yes.

Oh, good.

Mr. Steed, Dr. Winter
asked me to call.

I am his assistant.

I'm pleased to see you.
Do come in.

He's over there.

Hot water, lots of it.

Do you want something,
doctor?

Just a place to put my hat.

Don't you want
to examine the patient?

Ah... the patient.

Examine him, y-yes.

Well?

What symptoms did he exhibit
before he collapsed?

Don't the bullet holes
in his coat

give you the teeniest clue?

Bullet holes?
Ah, yes.

This man has been shot,
Mr. Steed.

- That's right, doctor.
- Never mind.

We can work wonders today.
Soon have him up and about.

This man is dead, doctor.

He will not be alone.

Don't move.
I've got you covered.

- With a stethoscope?
- Don't move again.

Who are you?

Where is it?

Where is what?

Do not play games
with me, Steed.

I know it is here
somewhere.

Otherwise, you would
not have shot old Gorky.

He came to get it and failed.
I shall not.

Just what is it
you're looking for?

I'm asking you
for the last time.

Where is it?

I clearly have no alternative.
I'll get it for you.

(rapid gunfire)

(tea kettle whistles)

I've got a feeling it's
gonna be one of those days.

Listen, you've been very kind,
but it's awfully late,

- and I must go.
- No, no, missy.

You stay,
I'll make you jasmine tea.

Very good.
Make tea for yourself.

- But I've got to go.
- Five minute more, missy!

Now you get home and see
a doctor, doctor.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

Up there.

Up there is the thing

for which we've been
searching for so long.

We're near it now.
I feel it.

- I smell it.
- Sidney.

All around,
like the perfume

from some rare
and exotic blossom

comes the sweet smell
of success.

- Sidney.
- Victory is near.

We're about to reach out
and grasp it,

to take that delicate
blossom in our hands

and crush its petals

to inhale the perfume
of triumph!

- Sidney!
- Don't crush the fabric.

What is it?

When I kill him,
how do you want it done?

We're not going
to kill him, Humbert.

I've be making some inquiries
about this man Steed.

Violence is no use.

Subtlety is what is needed.
Subtlety.

But after we've been subtle,
then can I kill him?

Have I have ever broken
a promise to you?

Frequently.

Only in matters
beyond my control.

Come.
We have work to do.

Bah!

What a collection.

(doorbell rings)

Ah, Mr. Steed.
May I introduce myself?

Sidney Street, esquire.

My colleague,
Humbert Green.

How do you do?

May we talk with you, sir,
a matter of some delicacy?

Oh, matters of delicacy
always appeal to me.

- Won't you come in?
- Thank you, sir. Thank you.

Excuse the mess,
it's been a busy evening.

Can I get you a drink?

A little quinine water,
if you please, sir.

Legacy from a lifetime
in the tropics.

- How about you?
- Nothing, thank you.

I may have to
operate later.

Are you a surgeon?

It's just a hobby
with me.

Those shoes,
it's got a bit...

Judging by the look of them,
he's had some hard times.

He's had hard times.

Who else is under there?

Oppenheimer and old Gorky.

Slattery,
Oppenheimer, Gorky.

We may have
underestimated Steed.

He could be dangerous.
Ah, thank you, sir.

Thank you.

You mentioned a matter of,
uh...

Delicacy, sir.
Delicacy.

You've recently
come into possession

of a knife, a dagger?

That's true.

You know something
about it?

Oh, I do, sir.
Indeed I do that.

That worthless trinket was once
the property of my Aunt Emilia,

rest her soul.

- She's dead?
- I hope so, sir.

She's been buried
some years. (Laughs)

Forgive the levity, sir.

A small jest
to lighten the burden

of the tale
I have to tell.

- About the dagger?
- Quite so, sir, quite so.

So after my aunt's death,

her few paltry possessions
were sold.

The dagger, a trivial piece,
was passed from hand to hand.

It's taken me many years
to trace it.

Does it have
some special significance?

It does, sir.
It certainly does.

That dagger holds a wealth
of childhood memories for me.

(sighs)

Picture if you can...

a small boy...

clutched in his innocent hand

his savings,
a single shilling.

Yes?

Did he want ice cream?

Did you want candy?

No, sir.

He wanted really to buy
for that dear

silver-haired old lady
a small gift.

And there she was lying
in her bed of pain.

How touching.

The angelic child
took his shilling

and purchased the dagger.

And, his golden locks
streaming in the wind,

he ran to his aunt

clutching the dagger
in his hand...

He stabbed her.

He puts it
on the bedside table.

Her old eyes filled
with tears.

And she smiled
a little smile.

That worthless geegaw,
that valueless knickknack

became her most-loved
possession.

And do you know, sir,
who that little boy was?

You.

Ah, you're obviously a man
of considerable perception, sir.

So call me a sentimental
old man if you like,

but to me,
that dagger is a treasure house

of memory,
a repository of boyhood dreams,

a remembrance of a fine
and selfless woman.

And you'd like
to have it back?

It would make
an old man very happy.

Mr. Street,
your story is very moving.

I'd be delighted
to give it to you.

Generous, sir,
most generous.

Unfortunately,
I no longer have it.

I gave it to a friend.

The name, sir.

The name of your friend.

And if you do recall
the name of your friend...

I'll advise you.

Thank you, sir.
Thank you.

She must have been a very
wonderful woman, Sidney.

- Who?
- Your aunt.

Get out. (Growls)

Bodies.

Dagger.

Tara.

(telephone ringing)

Tara!

I was just going to change.

(man groans)

Exactly how many people
have been killed

since you've had this thing?

Three.

Four.

Well, obviously,
there must be some connection.

Obviously.

Not yet.

But, uh, Sidney,
you said I could...

Subtlety, Humbert.
Subtlety.

We wait.

They must have
followed me here.

Do you know them?

Dagger fanciest.

Then this little thing
is behind it all.

And that man in the curio shop
who was trying to delay me,

He knew much more
than he was saying.

And there's two down there.

We've waited long enough.

Long enough.

I think I better
go back there.

I think we both
ought to go back.

(door buzzer buzzes)

- Back way?
- The back way.

Inferior type of assassin.

They just don't make them
like they used to.

It's the age
of the amateur.

No pride in that craft.

Better find out who he is.

Would you mind?

Not at all.

(clang)

Thank you.

Find something?

He seems to know a Dickens.

A lot of people
called Dickens.

- This way, Humbert!
- (glass shattering)

Shall we go?

This way, Humbert!

(car engine starts)

(car departs)

It's Kosher Klaus.

Kosher?
I met Kosher,

A barbarian,
the kind of man who brings

the art of murder
to disrepute.

- It's criminal.
- What now, Sidney?

After them, Humbert.
After them.

Where are we going?

Where indeed.

Philosophers have asked that
question for a thousand years.

Quo vadis,
whither goest thou?

Man's eternal search
for his destiny.

You may well ask,
"Where are we going?"

Where are we going?

Turn left, next lights.

(sighs)

Steed?

Mm-hmm?

I think we're
being followed.

By whom?

By just about everybody.

Want me to lose them?

Would you?

Where now?

Back down there,
first left.

Ah.

- Hasn't changed a bit.
- You've been here before?

I've spent most of
my childhood playing here,

cowboys and Indians,
doctors and nurses.

Steed.

Running through
the shrubbery,

whooping and jumping,
climbing, falling.

- The tree house.
- The dagger.

Ah.

Don't you think you ought
to find out who left it to you?

Mmm.

Well, who actually
gave it to you?

- Zoltan the terrible.
- Who?

A wrestler, 400 fights,
he lost them all.

No wonder
they called him terrible.

Ah! Harry the dragon.

- Perfect.
- Quite.

I'm off to the curio shop.
What are you going to do?

Consulting with
Dickens, Dickens,

Dickens & Dickens.

Man: Come in.

Afternoon.

Good afternoon,
young gentleman.

I should like to see
Mr. Dickens.

Mr. Dickens passed away
some 50 years ago.

Oh, dear,
nothing serious I hope.

And how about Mr. Dickens?

Gone I'm afraid.
Gone, gone, gone.

But not forgotten, I'm sure.
And Mr. Dickens?

In that case, I should like
to have a word with Mr...

Dickens.

At your service.

My name is Steed,
John Steed.

I wonder if you have any
record of a bequest for me,

a fairly recent will.

Steed?

Steed?

Do you have the name
of your benefactor?

(chuckles)
Unfortunately not.

The inheritance
came anonymously.

Perhaps you'd care
to be seated.

It may take a little time,
young gentleman.

Atten-hut!

Allow me to introduce
myself.

Baron Von Orlak.

Winkler?

Release her.

Ho Lung,
lock the doors.

And now,
my dear Frauline King,

to business.

Last night you came here
with a certain article.

I sent my man Gregor to...
relieve you of it.

As he has not returned,
I must assume he has failed.

He's dead.

A very feeble excuse
for failure.

However,
you have the Falcon dagger.

I want it.

Well, you're not
going to get it.

I like a woman
with courage.

And believe me,
Frauline King,

you will need every ounce
of courage you possess

to resist my persuasion.

You're wasting your time.

(exhales sharply)
We have ways of finding out.

Prepare her.

Steed...

yes, of course!

Oh, silly old me.

John Steed!

Yes, that's right.

3 Stable Mews
in the county of London.

That's right.

Of course, of course.

Oh, we'll soon
have this solved.

Steed, yes.

Aah!

Welcome back, Frauline King.

We are now ready
to discuss the whereabouts

of the Falcon dagger.

I don't know
where the dagger is.

Come now,
let us not play games.

What is it
about this dagger?

Why does everyone want it?

Greed, Frauline King.

When it was known
that your friend Steed

had inherited the knife,

men gathered like
birds of carrion

from the four corners
of the earth,

avid, covetous, rapacious,

all desperate to own
that cursed blade.

What do you mean cursed?

It brought death to all
who have owned it.

Then why
would anyone want it?

(exhales sharply)

I have talked enough.

Now it is your turn.

Where is the Falcon dagger?

I told you.
I don't know.

You give me no alternative.

Ho Lung,
the Chinese water torture.

You will talk...
eventually.

Where is it,
Frauline King?

Where is the Falcon dagger?

No.

It is quite simple
to put an end to this.

Just tell me
what I wish to know.

Sidney:
Good evening.

Chinese water torture?

Interesting
but a trifle archaic,

don't you think,
Humbert?

Have no fear, madam.

These gentlemen will do you
no further harm.

Listen, we could pool
our knowledge and resources.

Associate
with a rogue like you?

Never, sir.
Humbert.

You...
You will regret this!

I promise you,
you will regret this!

Ah.

Now, madam...

I don't know who you are, sir,
but thank you very much.

A few more minutes of that

and I would have told them
everything they wanted to know.

Mmm.
Now, madam.

Tell me.

Now, child.

The dagger.

It's... over there.

There's another form
of Chinese torture, Mr. Street,

equally effective.

(laughing)

Now it's your turn to tell me
all you know about the dagger.

(laughing)
Oh, please, madam! Desist!

Not till you start talking.

It's a key!
It's a key!

To a vast fortune,
a hidden treasure.

- What do you mean key?
- (laughs)

Oh, oh!
Nobody knows! Oh!

But legend has it that
the dagger will show

where the treasure
is hidden. (Laughs)

And who gave
the dagger to Steed?

Henley Farrer?

I wish you wouldn't do
that sort of thing.

Excuse me.

It's my overdeveloped sense
of the dramatic.

What are you doing here
anyway?

Paying my last respects
to my unknown benefactor,

Henley Farrer.

An old friend?

Quite the reverse,
an old enemy.

Looks well, doesn't he?

If he's an old enemy,

why do you think
he left you a fortune?

Fortune?

That's why I'm here.

I found out the truth
about this from Sidney Street.

He told you voluntarily?

He was tickled pink.

This is the key
to a buried treasure.

Treasure?

Do you believe it?

And obviously a lot of people
with knives and guns

and bombs would take it
very seriously indeed.

Why do you think Farrer
left it to you?

Do you think he had
a twinge of conscience,

tried to make up
for the past?

Not Farrer.

He was a liar, a thief,
a cheat,

a cold-blooded murderer.

Don't move.

What is it?

Something on your back.

A spider?

A pattern.

Look.

(Sidney coughs)

Oh, please, forgive me
for, uh, disturbing you

but do carry on digging.

We,
the interested parties,

have formed a consortium.

Unity, strength.

But please do...

continue digging.

Yes, of course.

When we have found
what we're seeking,

you will continue
to dig a hole,

just large enough
and deep enough

to contain two people.

What are we looking for?

A pearl, sir.

A pearl of great price,

a monstrous pearl
black as night,

and spawned up
by some gigantic mollusk

before time began,

the largest,

the most priceless pearl
on Earth.

Is this what
you're looking for?

For 20 years I've sought it

from the teeming waterfront
of Hong Kong

to the evil alleyways
of Morocco.

And now, at last,
it's within my grasp.

Open it.
Open the box, sir.

It's empty.

Good evening, gentlemen,
Steed, Miss King.

I'm so glad
you could all come.

You're alive.

I was never dead.

A drug that simulates death,
I'd imagine.

As always, Steed,
you're perfectly correct.

Perhaps you'd care to drop
your gun, Mr. Street.

It might be advisable.

So you're all here.

You planned this, sir.
Why?

When I found the pearl,

I knew that you
would seek me out,

and never rest until
you found me and killed me.

You made it known that
I'd inherited the dagger.

Then when the others
came out into the open...

Zoltan killed them
or they killed one another.

And now it only remains
for me to thank you all

for coming
and to bid you goodbye.

We got it, Sidney!

Now we can have some
nice warm clothes at last!

New shoes for you
and a new thumb screw for me.

Where's the big one, huh?

This is the big one.

I thought everyone knew.

Pearls dissolve in wine.
Never mind.

Makes a very nice tie pin.

I was going to be
disgustingly,

filthily, decadently rich.

A yacht, a mansion, women...

Wine.

Don't remind me.

(clears throat)

Been very nice meeting you,
sir, madam.

At least we're leaving things
as we found them.

Come, Humbert.

Surely there's something else
we could steal, huh?

There comes to mind
a certain bird, a statuette,

Maltese I believe,
belonging to some brothers.

Would you care to join me...

in the world's
most expensive drink?

Cheers.

- Steed, I got a...
- Shh!

What's the matter?

Groget pins left to me.

Oh, no,
not another bequest.

It's more serious than that.

Do you know, I discovered
what was wrong?

The groget pins should
have been on the left,

and they're actually
on the right.

I see.

Well,
a misplaced groget pin,

even the Wright Brothers would
have been confused by that.

Well, what do you think
the problem was?

Did you had the plans
upside down?

Wrong plans altogether.

If I'd gone one with these,
I would've ended up

with a jumbo jet.

Oh!
But is it all right now?

Right.

Now to use an
old-fashioned phrase,

She's off on
her maiden flight.

- Can I help?
- No, solo flight!

- Stand clear.
- Oh, standing clear.

Ah, she's going great now.

It all depends
on the grogets, you see.

The last of the few.

Never mind.

To the first of the many.

Very thoughtful of you.

(theme music plays)