All language subtitles for 623. Fog

(theme music plays)

(jazz music playing)

Man: (recorded message)
Stop, thief!

Stop, thief!

Stop, thief!

Stop, thief!

Stop, thief!

Stop, thief!

Stop, thief!

Stop, thief!

Stop, thief!

Stop, thief!

Stop, thief!

Stop, thi...

Unless my security device
is reset,

I am timed to self-destruct
in 15 seconds.

14.

(whir, click)

My security device
is now primed.

I will give audible warning
of any unauthorized contact.

Mother: I am in a creative
mood, Rhonda.

Trundle me.

Top secret memorandum
to Grandma.

Subject... the transmission
of vital secrets, codes,

currencies, plans
and other sundry items

used by the other side.

It is vital to both security
and the nation

that all agents should get
their priorities right.

We have found that these items
are situated

in an attaché case which
is being passed hand to hand

by a chain of enemy agents,

number unknown.

Destination of the case unknown.

We have, however, located
its first delivery point

which at this
very moment of time

is under the surveillance
of Tara King

and Captain Andrews.

- Morning.
- Morning, Miss King.

Well, we're all set.

- Anything happen yet?
- Not a lot.

Take a look.

- Andrews: Well,
what do you see?
- Just a man on a bike.

Nothing else?

No, nothing else.

Good.

Considering I've got over
30 men staked out in that area,

that's a considerable
achievement.

Who's the man on the bike?

He's the second link
in the chain.

If my information
is correct,

somebody will be bringing him
the case very soon now.

- And then we'll jump on him.
- Oh, no, we won't.

No, no, we shall let
the transfer take place

and then a specialized
team will follow the case

through all its exchanges
until it reaches

its final recipient.

And that's the man
we're after.

That's right.
The man at the top.

Mr. Big.

- The mastermind.
- The arch villain.

- Exactly.
- You've got enough
equipment here

- to launch a moon shot.
- (sighs)

Anything approaching
on the detector?

No.

Is that the man
on the motorbike?

That's right.

Well, how are you gonna
follow him

after he makes
the pickup?

We've got cars parked
on all the roads around here,

two helicopters permanently
in the air.

We shall stay closer
to him than his own shadow

and he'll never
even know it.

That's a definite contact.

All units, intruder approaching
from the northwest.

- Man: Yes, sir.
- Man: Yes, sir.

He should be in sight
by now, report.

Man:
Nothing visible.

Man: Area clear.
Nothing in sight.

- Man: All clear.
- Man: Nobody in the area.

Got a definite reading
less than 300 yards out now.

Man: Still nothing.
Nobody in the area.

Section clear.
All clear.

Man:
Nothing visible.

He's still coming.
They must see him now.

Philipson,
he's very near you now.

Absolutely nothing, sir.
Nothing in sight at all.

He's less than 100 yards out.
You must see him now.

Man: I'm sorry, sir.
There's nobody.

What's happening, Andrews?

Who have you got out there,
the invisible man?

Andrews: He's still coming.
50 yards now.

Tara: Nobody could be as close
as this without being seen.

- Andrews: Somebody's
doing it.
- Tara: He's still coming.

He's almost here.

- It's a dog!
- Man: A dog?

Man: It's a dog.
Look, it's a dog.

- Man: A dog?
- Man: A dog?

A dog?

(dog growls)

He's seen us.
Take him out, stop him!

(shouts)

The lock,
that's this here.

The lock has been designed
to take a number

of different keys.

Each key will turn the lock
just a few degrees.

That looks like a tape recorder.

Yes.
That's my guess.

Can't you break it open?

Up here, that's over here,
that's an explosive charge.

Nothing too powerful,

but enough to destroy the case
if it's tampered with.

Now behind all of this
is a screen.

And behind the screen
is a compartment.

Well, what's in it?

I don't know as yet.

We'll have to get
a few more X-rays.

Excuse me.
Miss King, he's conscious now.

Oh, thank you, doctor.
Can he talk?

You'll have to be very quick.

- Have you found anything?
- No.

Nothing help us find
the next contact?

- No.
- What about keys?

There's some keys
but they don't fit.

Trent, can you hear me?

Where were you going
to take the case?

Who's next in the chain?

Trent, who give you your
instructions?

The case...

It's all...
in the... case.

I wonder why he took the jacket
off in the airfield.

I have no idea.

Love.

Love laughs at locksmiths.

Look.
Look at this one.

What do you think about it
major?

Could be.
Could be.

- Do you want to chance it?
- What have we got to lose?

Man: (recorded message)
You will take me to room 27

at the Cremorne Hotel
in Sloane Street.

A reservation has been made in
the name of Richard Strauss.

Take me there at once.

I will issue further
instructions

in precisely
one hour's time.

That is all.

(whir, click)

Morning, everybody.
Beautiful day.

I'd like you all to meet
Mr. Strauss,

Mr. Richard Strauss.

Well, I don't imagine it
figures prominently

on the list of
the world's great hotels.

Oh, I don't know.

It has a sort
of faded gentility.

It's probably full
of lovely old ladies

and lavender lace who sit
sipping tea and remembering.

Remembering what?

Whatever old ladies remember.

Think I should come in
with you?

No, they're expecting
Richard Strauss.

I better do it alone.

You'd better hurry because
the hour is almost up.

Yes,
the little man in here

is due to deliver
his next message.

- Mm.
- I'll be back.

Watch out
for the old ladies.

Man: (recorded message)
Attention.

Your contact will arrive within
the next three hours.

Put me safely out of sight
in the wardrobe

and make yourself comfortable.

Thank you for your cooperation.
That is all.

(whir, click)

Man: (recorded message)
You will take me

to number 11 Heston Avenue
at 8:00 this evening.

You will ask
for Miss Graham.

That is all.
(whir, click)

Number 11.

- Now if I'm not back
in 10 minutes...
- I'll come looking.

By the way, that was good work
getting this back.

Woman: And up and round
and up and round

and round and round

and up and round
and up and round

and round and round
and up and up

and round and up
and round

and round and round

and up and
good evening.

And all the little fairies
are getting tired,

very tired,
and resting.

And a few moments
of free expression.

Agh!

Full of high spirits,
aren't they?

Steed: Very.

(speaks foreign language)

Very interesting tableau.
What is it?

"Custer's last stand?"

Woman: Wings, Beryl,
there's a good fairy.

Ouch!

Long, Audrey Long, Miss.

Steed, John Steed, Mister.

Beryl, now stop that!

All destined for the Bolshoi?

Oh, gosh, no,
I shouldn't think so.

I have to say
they're pretty awful,

but I teach them
what I can.

I see you include karate
in your curriculum.

Audrey: Beryl!

All right,
you little... fairies.

On your feet and away
for the day.

The sandman's coming.
Run along home then.

Off you go
to your little... cages.

Sorry about that.

Excuse me.

(screams)

I had to get that
out of my system.

If I didn't do that
at least once every day,

I'd massacre them.

Oh, you haven't got
a little monster.

I mean, a dear sweet
child you wish to enroll?

Oh, no, no.

Actually I came to try
and find a Miss Graham.

Miss Graham?
Oh, you mean Sally.

So she is here?

Mm, I'll fetch her for
you if you like.

Sally?

(singsong) Sally!
Visitor for you.

How do you do?
I'm Sally Graham.

Oh.

Oh, uh, I'm extremely pleased
to meet you, Miss Graham.

My name is Steed,
John Steed.

I see you brought my case,
Mr. Steed.

Yes.

Thank you very much.
I've enjoyed meeting you.

- Good night, Mr. Steed.
- Good night.

Now all you little fairies
be quiet as you go out,

all on your tippy toes.

All: Goodnight.

Nighty night.

If you'll excuse me, Mr. Steed.
I have to change.

Jolly nice meeting you.

Jolly ni... um, Miss...

Ah, Miss Graham, Sally.

Sally, where's the case?

- What case, Mr. Steed?
- Let me put it another way.

How would you like 20 large
lollipops like that one?

Are you trying to bribe me,
Mr. Steed?

In a word, yes.

Oh, good.

Frankly, my susceptibility
to bribes

is one of my few failings.

Then we both know
where we stand.

Good, then let's talk money
and not lollipops.

- 10 shillings.
- 25 pounds.

25?

You wouldn't want to take
advantage of me just because

I'm a little girl,
would you, Mr. Steed?

I see your point.

Now if you can get me
that case.

It's here, Mr. Steed.

I wish you'd waited a minute
longer, aunty Audrey.

A girl can do a lot
with 25 pounds.

Come on, darling.

Aren't we going to
weight him with cement

- and toss him in the river?
- Not today, darling.

Aren't you even going
to empty his wallet?

How do you feel?

As though Nijinsky
was dancing a pare brise

inside my head
wearing hobnail boots.

Well, you seem to have
everything under control.

Well, I've got the case.

Well, look in her handbag
for the key.

You'd be wasting your time.

- What?
- I know where it is.

You do?

Well, why don't you tell
uncle John and aunty Tara

and then we'd give you
a lovely, lovely present.

Don't waste time
on little girl talk.

I should think she's one
of the gnomes of Zurich.

- How much?
- Same price.

25 pounds invested
in blue chip equities

which are high yield
by the time I am 21.

Steed:
If you reach it.

Thank you.

- The key.
- Help me up.

I am queen of the fairies.

And when I wave my magic wand,
all your wishes will be granted.

Alakazam kazam.

Man: (recorded message)
You will take me

to the telephone box
in Cramley High Street.

You will stand in the box
at precisely 9:00

when I will issue
further instructions.

That is all.

Alakazam kazam.

Oh, Sally,
just remember one thing,

money isn't everything.

Oh, Mr. Steed, don't shatter
a little girl's illusions.

Aunty Audrey,
Audrey, time to get up.

And don't feel too bad.

I'll cut you in for 5%.

Ah, Colonel Stonehouse.
Is this a social visit?

I'm afraid not.

But then neither is it
an official visit.

Just one department head
talking to another.

- Off the record.
- Exactly.

Stonehouse:
May I be frank?

I admire it.
I abhor hyperbole.

This man,
the man at the top,

the one to whom we hope
the case will lead us...

Mother:
Well, what about it?

A number of people believe
that he's a person

- of considerable trust.
- A view I share myself.

Yes, a number of people also...

I hope you won't
misunderstand,

but a number
of people think...

That the man at the top
is me.

Oh, yes, Colonel.

It's my job to acquaint
myself with all rumors,

however malicious
or unpleasant, yes.

I know that I am
the number-one suspect.

Needless to say, I do not
subscribe with this theory.

Well, you should.

You'd be a darn fool
if you didn't.

This case has been running on
now for 18 months.

Four of my agents
have been killed.

I'm in a position
to lay false trails for them,

betray my own men.
(chuckles)

Colonel, I think I make
a very good number-one suspect.

And you make
a very good number-two.

- Me?
- That's what they're saying.

This is outrageous.

How dare they, me?

Once these rumors start,

like this wine,
they leave an aftertaste.

The only way to eradicate them
is total success.

Our reputations depend on
the real traitor

being uncovered.

That's a burden
I don't want Steed

to know that
he's carrying.

For the moment,
all that matters is

that he doesn't let that
case out of his sight

for one second.

Man: (recorded message)
Your next contact

has already passed
the telephone box

and identified you.

You will now go
to a place of safety

where the transfer
can be made.

Your contact will follow you.
That is all.

(whir, click)

I like that.

I like your style.

We'd make a pretty good team.

If this is what you came for,
take it and get out.

There's no big rush.

Relax, sweetheart.

Look, you pour out some drinks.
Let's talk a little.

- Some other time.
- When?

I don't know.

I'll tell you what?
I could come back later tonight.

The only thing I have to do
is deliver the case.

Well, that might take hours.

Never has yet.

Well, where do you have
to take it?

I shan't know
until I've used my key.

Well, why don't you use it now
and if it's not too far away,

I might even come with you.

Not even for you, sweetheart.

Where I keep my key
and where I go

is strictly top-secret.

I don't mind.

I'll tell you what.

You, uh...
put a little wine on ice,

play a little soft music,

you change into something tight,

and I'll be back
before you know it.

I'll be here.

Don't lose him, Steed.

Man: (recorded message)
You will take me

to room 6
in Colton House.

Before doing so, however,

there is a matter of security
to be taken care of.

You will kill
your last contact.

Repeat... you will kill
your last contact.

(whir, click)

(door closes)

That didn't take long,
did it?

I'm sorry about this,
sweetheart.

I really am sorry.

What are you talking about?

I liked your style.

I really did like your style.

And why the past tense?

Turn around.

- Now listen.
- I said turn around.

It's the eyes.

I don't like looking at the eyes
when I do it.

You're not going to kill me,
are you?

We could have had something
rather good for us.

Keep looking
straight ahead.

Good-bye, sweetheart.

Believe me,
I really am sorry.

You,
hands above your head.

Steed: You, on your feet.
You, woman, up!

Right down.

You, hands above your head.

Stop.

You, woman!
Hands above your head.

- Who are you?
- Steed, security.

We've been watching
the woman for some time,

but picking you up
is quite a bonus.

Hands behind your back.

- Jump me.
- What?

Jump me.

All right now,
young lady.

Right.

That should hold you.

Now what have
we got around here?

Try and grab the rope
with your free hand.

- Where do I take it?
- What?

The case, I'll grab it
and try to make a break for it,

but I've got to know
where to take it.

I can't tell you that.

Now listen,
the only important thing

is to get that case to
its next contact.

Just a minute.
I'm free.

Now quickly,
there's not much time. Where?

Where?

Room 6 Colton House.

- I like your style, sweetheart.
- Number 6 Colton House.

Is that what you wanted
to know, Mr. Steed?

You're a genius,
Miss King.

I'm sorry, sweetheart,
really sorry.

I was right about one thing.

She certainly has style.

Now let me look at that.

Now at that one.

Just as I thought.

Something in that case
has shifted position.

- Yes, you're right.
- Any idea what it is?

It's certainly not built-in.

Well, then it's... whatever it is
that has to be delivered.

Yes, that's probable.

I'll send up some prints
to forensic.

They might come up
with something.

Let me know
as soon as you hear.

- Anything?
- Not yet.

I've been thinking, you know,

the chances of following
that case through

to its final destination
must be 99 to 1 against.

Well, I wouldn't put them
that high.

However, I do anticipate
difficulty.

Let's face it, Mother.

The whole purpose
of the chain of couriers

is to make it impossible
to follow.

It's a brilliant concept.

And as far as I can see,
quite infallible.

Well, it's worth a try.

I'm sure Steed and Tara
are making progress.

Then why haven't we heard
from them?

Probably too busy,
can't get near the telephone.

Number 6 Colton House.

Man: Hai!

(thud)

- I can't go in there.
- Oh, come on, Steed.

Just because
he's a karate expert,

- there's no reason to...
- I know that man.

It's Tim, Captain Tim,
and he knows me.

Well, he won't know
if his contact

is supposed to be a man
or a woman, will he?

- That's a fair assumption,
but...
- But?

You've just seen
what he can do.

Now be careful.

Excuse me.

(bellows)

This is a man's club.

That's nice.

(bellows)

You're not a man.

It's decent of you
to have noticed.

(bellows)

That's my part
of the job done.

Where'd you get this?

You're not supposed
to ask me that,

and I'm not supposed
to tell you.

- I am asking.
- Well, I'm not telling.

Let me put it this way.

My contact's name
would be Cavell.

Oh, that's my name,
Tara Cavell.

- You?
- Yes.

I'm sorry I don't have any
papers to prove it.

I didn't think it'd be
necessary.

- We can do better than this.
- Really?

You see, I know something
else about my contact.

- You do?
- I've heard a lot about Cavell.

Cavell is supposed to be
the only person

in the world who
can beat me in a fight.

All right, Cavell...

prove it.

Prove it.

If anyone had told me,
I'd never have believed it.

- What?
- You.

That last blow,
what did you hit me with,

an iron bar?

You're good, very good.

I suppose you've even won.

And I'm Tara Cavell.

- I'm convinced.
- Good.

What's that?

My leg,
I think it's broken.

Or your knee do you think?

- That's it then.
- What?

- It means
you'll have to do it.
- Do what?

Take the case on
to the next contact.

Oh, well, I can't possibly
do that

because it's against
the rules.

Yeah,
but this is an emergency.

I mean, you don't expect me
to hop there, do you?

Please, will you?
For me?

Mm, well, all right.

You wouldn't like to do me
another favor, would you?

What's that?

Don't tell anybody
you beat me.

It'll be our secret.

Well, you must admit,

it was no trouble at all
getting this key.

Man: (recorded message)
Take me

to number 84 Patrick Street

and leave me there at
midnight precisely.

(whir, click)

No one home.

Come on in.

It's a wild guess,

but I'd say that our contact
was a musician.

Brilliant.

Try another deduction.
A man or a woman?

Definitely.

Well, shall we wait
or come back later?

Oh, no, the case
was quite specific.

We have to hand it over
at precisely midnight.

We got five minutes to go.
We'll wait.

- How many more do you think?
- How many more what?

How many more contacts before
we reach the man at the top.

It's hard to tell

but I should think
we're pretty close, but...

(plucks note)

Oh, that's beautiful.

It is?

You can tell that
at a glance.

It's made by a pupil
of Stradivarius.

Oh, the patina.

That mellow glow that's been
achieved by hundreds

of years of caressing.

That's the work of a master.

There's a label inside.

Probably the maker's signature.

Hmm, the East India Plywood

and Timber Box Company.

Oh.

Someone coming.
Quick.

Quick!

How do you do?

Let me make
my position clear...

I'm personally opposed
to physical violence.

So to avoid
unpleasantness,

why don't you tell me
where the key is?

This is no time
for a clarinet solo.

A-sharp, I imagine.

You should have just
delivered the case and left.

Now I'll have to kill you.

I was curious to know
where you kept the key.

It's all in here, man.

All you have to do is play
the right notes.

That's a sad epitaph
for a musician.

He died flat.

What about the key?

He said that
all you have to do

is to play the right notes.

He was about to pick up
one of these instruments

before he went
to the curtains.

- A sonic key.
- What?

You know the things
they fix in garages,

the doors open in response
to the sound from a motor horn.

You mean, the key is a note
played on this.

A note or a combination
of notes.

(wheezing notes)

I thought you could play
the tuba.

- Eh?
- You've got one
in your apartment.

That's to put flowers in.

(plays notes)

I didn't know you could play
the trumpet.

First time.

Hold this.

(plays riff)

That's very good.

There's no use.

There must be hundreds
and thousands of combinations.

As far as I know,

they're still searching
for the last chord.

(strings plinking)

Man: (recorded message)
At precisely 8:00 A.M.,

you will deposit me outside
the luggage loading bay

at King's Cross station.

That is all.
(whir, clicks)

We have to face it, Mother.

It's evident that Steed
has failed.

I will not concede defeat
until I'm defeated.

It was a slim chance
by any standard.

Nil desperandum, Stonehouse.

Chin up and all that
sort of rot.

We've identified
the object in the case.

- Well?
- Half a million pounds
in notes.

You know what this means,
don't you?

Could be the final payoff.

They won't use
the system again

if we don't pin down
Mr. Big this time.

Then we'll never get him.

Man: (recorded message)
You will take me

to St. Bartholomew's Church.

Deposit me in
the Cunningham family crypt.

That is all.

The Cunningham family crypt.

(door slams and bolts)

Man: (recorded message)
I thank you

for your cooperation
in bringing me here.

Unfortunately,
in the interests of security,

sacrifices
have to be made.

I am a substitute case designed
to mislead any pursuers.

To maintain security,

it is necessary that
you do not survive.

The crypt
is hermetically sealed

and I will shortly emit
a poison gas.

To make your last minutes
more comfortable,

I contain a small gift.

Thank you and good-bye.

(whir, click)

Stop, thief!

Stop, thief!

Unless my security device
is reset,

I am timed to self-destruct
in 10 seconds.

Nine, eight, seven,

six, five, four,

three, two, one,

zero.

Well, this is a surprise.

It's dastardly to bring
the case here,

here.

They're obviously trying
to cast suspicion on you.

It might have worked
if I hadn't been involved.

Well, you're certainly
no traitor.

As far as I'm concerned,

despite your little foibles,
you're above suspicion.

Thank you very much
for saying so.

Foibles?

- The problem is...
- What foibles?

Now how will Mr. Big
collect that from here?

Well, let us see what
might have happened.

Oh, you might
have been relieved
from your assignment.

And the case given
into the custody

of one of
our security people.

That's it, that's it.
That's how he'll collect it.

Now, someone will come
here and...

I rushed over as soon
as I heard the news.

So it's true then.
Back to square one.

Well, at least
it will give me a chance

to conduct a few more tests.

- Not just yet.
- Why waste time...

Not just yet.

Ah, so that's the case.

Yes, but no sign of the man
it was destined for.

I've been thinking
about that.

The money, might be
a chance of tracing it.

That'd give us one end
of the chain, at least.

Possibly.

Perfectly.

But you're forgetting
one thing.

We can't open the case,

not without destroying
the contents.

Oh, nonsense,
my bomb disposal boys

have handled trickier
things than this.

I think they at least ought
to be given the opportunity.

Man: (recorded message)
My final collection

is long overdue.

I must assume that I've fallen
into the wrong hands.

I will self-destruct myself
and my contents

in 15 seconds,

14, 13, 12, 11,

10, 9, 8,

7, 6...

- A little trap we set up.
- And you swallowed it.

That rather surprised us.

We did you a disservice,
old chap.

We thought it was you.

So it was me all along.
It doesn't matter now.

There's enough here to enable me
to disappear forever.

Good-bye Steed, Mother.

(tires screeching)

Tara: He's opened
the wrong case.

Steed: (recorded message)
Tara, it just won't work.

There's not room
in my apartment

for both Fang
the Wonder dog and me.

I hope you don't mind,

but I've packed
his little case

and I'm sending him to you
for his holidays.

Tara: (recorded message)
Steed,

I hope I'm not
doing you an injustice,

but I have a nasty,
sneaky suspicion

you're going to try
and get me to adapt Fang.

Well, hard luck...
I'm spending the weekend

with my aged aunt
in Cheltenham.

Steed: I'm sure you'll both
get along well.

He's a teeny bit fussy
with his food...

Likes venison, steak tartar
and vintage port...

But other than that,
he's no trouble at all.

Tara:
Now don't get me wrong,

I like Fang,
but I wouldn't be able

to give him
the exercise he needs.

Steed: A 10-mile romp
morning and evening

is all he wants,
do you both good.

Tara: And anyway, there's
nowhere for him to sleep.

Steed: You'll find
he'll curl up anywhere.

Just toss an old mink jacket
into a corner

and he'll be happy.

Tara:
Whatever you say, Steed,

the answer's no, no, no.

Steed:
I knew you'd understand.

- (dogs bark and whine)
- Just one more thing...

He will insist on inviting
all his friends around to stay.

Tara: It shouldn't happen
to a dog.

(whir, click,
dogs barking)

(theme music plays)