All language subtitles for 626. Get-A-Way

(theme music playing)

- Call.
- Heads.

Heads it is.

Don't take any chances,

just find out who he is
and what he's got to sell.

Right.
See you.

Zaroff.
Gregor Zaroff.

Gregor...

- Well?
- Mission accomplished.

You killed him?

Naturally.

Pour yourself a drink,
Zaroff.

Well, perhaps one.

We'll toast the success
of our venture.

I do have a date, remember?

Ah, yes.

Our lady on the inside.

Mustn't keep her waiting.

Perhaps we ought
to drink her health.

Excellent idea.

To the girl who will make all
our dreams come true,

Tara King.
(laughing)

(elevator whines)

Man: We're linked
to the radar systems

of all allied countries.

We're able to monitor
the flight

of every military aircraft
in the world, theirs and ours.

What about rockets?

How soon could you detect
missiles fired at this country?

- 32.6 seconds.
- Astonishing.

If an attack was launched,
what would the next move be?

- Now that will be up
to the Field Marshall.
- Field Marshall?

Field Marshall who?

General Hesketh,
the Field Marshall.

Well, not very much
to look at.

What does it do?

Determines the course,
height, and speed

of the attacking rockets,

programs our own anti-missile
missiles and fires them.

In short, it creates
an impenetrable barrier,

a shield of absolute safety.

One further question,

if it were to be put out
of action or damaged, what then?

Fortunately,
that can't happen.

The Field Marshall
is quite impregnable.

But if it weren't,
this country

and the entire Western world
would be sitting ducks.

Hesketh: The medal ribbons,
what are they for?

Man: We got that one for action
during the rocket attack

on London in 1961.

Hesketh: But there wasn't a
rocket attack on London in '61.

Man: Exactly.

But without him,
there would have been.

That one was for detecting
of what the rest

of the allies
thought was a guided missile

was only a flock
of wild geese.

They came within 15 seconds of
pressing the button that time.

Come along, let me show you
the rest of the operation.

All right.
Let her up.

Very nice try, Miss King.

- Beautifully timed.
- Thank you.

I don't understand
why my gun didn't fire.

You were in
the magnetic field.

All the metallic parts of
your pistol locked together.

Anyway, the Field Marshall
is shielded

by 1-inch armor plate.

What exactly is going on?
Who is this woman?

Oh, Miss Tara King,
General Hesketh.

Miss King is
with the department.

She's been assigned to try

and break through
our security devices.

- But she genuinely tried
to destroy this thing.
- Of course.

We're not playing war games,
General.

This is deadly serious.

You see, if Miss King
had damaged the unit,

then it would have proved
our vulnerability.

The next attack might have been
made by a genuine enemy agent.

But you'll be pleased
to know that

I've now tried to destroy
this room four times

and each time
I've failed miserably.

- But you will keep trying,
won't you?
- Of course.

My congratulations, Miss King.

You appear to be carrying out
your assignation

with a great
deal of enthusiasm.

Well done, Miss King.

Took me completely by surprise.

I'll be awfully grateful
if you'd unlock these now.

Oh, certainly.

Oh, um, the keys...

You see I think
I've left them in reception.

Oh, the gun!

Three guesses.

Steed. Steed. Steed.

Right. Right. Right.

- How are you enjoying
the War Room?
- Not much.

Security too good?

Haven't found
anything wrong.

- I didn't think...
- As yet.

- I didn't think you would.
- Why?

Because the man who devised
that security scheme

took a great
deal of trouble.

Yes.
Who was he anyway?

Me.

(door buzzer buzzes)

- Ugh.
- I'll get it.

Thanks.

Thank you.

Who was it?

Flowers for you.

"Many thanks
for everything."

"Affectionately, G."
Who's "Affectionately G?"

Steed, do you really think
the War Room is invulnerable?

I'd stake
my reputation on it.

Yes, but would you stake
two dozen bottles of cham...

Very pretty.

Well, I'm having lunch
with Bertie Bartam.

- Care to join us?
- No, I can't today.

Got to get on with my assault
on the War Room.

Some other time.

Oh, by the way, keep an eye
on my house of cards.

(door closes)

- (door buzzer buzzes)
- Just a minute.

Jimmy Fairfax,
what a surprise.

- Hello, Tara.
- What are you doing here?

I was following
a man called Zaroff.

I seemed to have lost him
somewhere in this area.

Zaroff.
Zaroff.

What case is that?

We're pretty certain
he killed Perowne.

Oh, yes, I remember
reading the reports.

- What can I do for you?
- Well, I remembered
you lived here.

I wondered if I could
use your phone.

Oh, of course, go ahead.

Here, I'll move this for you.

Now how did he do that?

Oh, sorry.

Help yourself,
I'll get us a drink.

Hello, Mother?
Fairfax.

I'm at Tara King's apartment.

I've lost Zaroff.

Mother: What do you mean
you lost...

(indiscernible ranting)

Yes, Mother.

No, Mother.

Of course, Mother.

Good-bye, Mother.

Took the news well,
I see.

He was a little bit piqued.

I'll stay here for orders.
Do you mind?

No, of course not.
Sit down, make yourself at home.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

I'll be back in a minute.

(telephone ringing)

I'll get it!

- Hello?
- Hello, Tara?

No, don't say anything,
just listen.

Yes.

Right, I understand.
Thank you.

Listen, I have to go out
for a while.

- You don't mind staying here
alone do you?
- No.

Right.
Well, you sit down.

Anything you want,
I'm sure you'll find it.

I'll probably see you
when I get back. Bye-bye.

(rings)

Man: Tara, it's all set.

Zaroff is waiting.

Hello?

Hello.

Who is that?

- (telephone rings)
- Hello?

Man: Look under the directories.
You'll find what you want.

Hmm, it's beautiful.

Beautiful.

Well, there's just time for you
to run down to the bank

and pay this in.

I think you'll find
it's all made out correctly.

Zaroff's personal check
of 2,000 pounds

made out to our dear
friend Tara King.

(sneezing)

It's the air conditioning,
you know.

The atmosphere down here
is so dust-free

and absolutely pure,

sinuses can't adjust to it.

Just think,
only two more days here

and I'll be back in London
with the rain and fog and smog.

- Tell me, these papers...
- What about them?

Would they be of any use
to a foreign power?

Well, not just on their own,

but they might help somebody
make an educated guess

about our control systems.

Thinking about trying
to smuggle some out?

Constantly.
(sneezes)

I shouldn't bother.

If these papers are exposed

to half a degree's
temperature change,

they self-ignite.

Steed didn't miss anything,
did he?

(sneezes)

I think I'll go up to
ground level...

(alarm ringing)

Search her.

Camera, eh?

Not very original,
Miss King.

Switch off the detector.

Let her go.

- You guys certainly
play rough.
- Yes.

How did they know
about the camera?

There's a sensor beam
just here.

It reacts to the chemical
components of film emulsion,

simple as that.

Well, you, uh,
can't win them all.

I hope you can't
win any of them.

Are you certain?

Sure beyond any shadow
of a doubt?

Quite certain.
Absolutely sure.

You realize the gravity
of the charges

- that you're making?
- I'm making no charges,

merely reporting facts.

I made every effort to justify
the things that happened.

But quite frankly, Mother,

I'm still forced
to the same conclusion.

That Tara King
was working for Zaroff?

Inconceivable.

The telephone call,

the voice asking
to speak to Zaroff.

The card with the initial G.

Incidentally, his Christian
name is Gregor.

The envelope she collected.

I saw Zaroff with it
a short time later.

It contained
War Room documents.

Let us consider
the alternatives.

On the basis
of your evidence,

Tara King is either
a traitor

or alternatively,

and judging only
by the facts...

- she is a traitor.
- You'll have to take action.

Don't tell me
what I have to do, boy!

I was making
life-and-death decisions

when the only choice
in life you had to make

was whether to eat your
baby cereal or spit it out!

As of this moment,

Tara King's security rating
is reduced to zero minus.

Loyalty checks and surveillance
to commence immediately.

I'll get onto it right away.

- Fairfax.
- Yes?

Do what you have to,

but ideally,
clear her name.

Prove conclusively
that she has nothing to do

with this man,
Zaroff!

War Room duty is just
about finished, isn't it?

Day after tomorrow.

You haven't found
a security flaw yet?

Looks as though
I'm going to win my bet.

Did you recognize him?

- No.
- Did you?

You better have a look around,
see if anything is missing.

Look in the bedroom.

Everything seems normal
except that...

Except what?

Well, it's all
a bit too perfect,

as if someone had made a search
but a very careful search.

The burglars in this district
are very upper-class.

They're noted
for their neatness.

Mm, still odd
he didn't take anything.

Well, I'll mention it to Mother
just to be on the safe side.

Good idea.

Maybe we could
have dinner later.

Maybe.
That's a good idea, too.

- Bye.
- Bye.

I want to ask one question,
Mother.

Is Tara King in danger?

Is Fairfax waiting outside
her apartment to protect her?

Two questions, Steed.
One answer, no.

Then why?

- You.
- Mr. Steed.

Sorry if I was
a little rough.

My orders were
not to be caught.

Aubrey Phillipson,
recently joined us

- from political intelligence.
- All right.

Now you're not gonna like this,
Steed, neither do I.

Give him a preview
from the dossier.

Tara King is suspected
of being in contact

with a known enemy agent,
one Gregor Zaroff.

- But this is ridiculous.
- Wait, Steed, wait.

He's been seen entering

and leaving
her apartment building.

I was there this afternoon
to search and fingerprint.

I also found a gift card
with his initial.

- "Affectionately, G."
- Gregor.

I checked her bank account.

A payment of 2,000 pounds
has been made to her.

I have the check.

Payable to Tara King,
signed by G. Zaroff.

Have you talked to Tara
about this?

No, how can I
if she's gone over to them?

Gone over?

If she has gone over,

we'll have to keep
our investigation secret

until we find out
what she's up to.

We think she could have broken
the security on the War Room.

- What?
- Two weeks ago,

she requisitioned a miniature
camera from stores.

Yesterday, she took out
another camera,

special wrist watch job.

The War Room censors
detected a camera

and the miniature
was confiscated.

But she got out with
the other one undetected.

Conclusion,
she's been photographing

documents and equipment.

I want to handle this case.

Officially or otherwise,
I'm going to.

All right, Steed,
I'll give you 24 hours.

(telephone rings)

Hello?

Tara.

About the War Room,
I want you to go somewhere.

Have you got that address?

Good.

That's all.

You know, most people's feet
are so ugly.

Mine, they are so elegant.

It's Fairfax.

She's just driven
into Maple's Garage.

My bet...
She's meeting somebody.

I'm going in after her.

- Man: Careful.
- Right.

(telephone rings)

- Steed.
- Mother here.

Tara is at the Maple Garage,
possible meeting place.

Like to take a look at it?

Leaving now,
Maple Garage.

(gunshots)

- He's dead.
- And it's your gun.

Superb.

You know, that really
is the only word that fits.

Superb.

Don't you agree, Zaroff?

It's a nice suit.

I didn't mean the suit.
I meant me.

If you can drag yourself away
from the mirror for a moment,

we really should
talk about Tara.

Oh, what is there to say?
She's played her part well.

Yeah, she's under arrest
by now.

Quite right, too.

It must be quite apparent
that she shot Fairfax.

Poor child,

there's so much
evidence against her.

Enough?

Would you doubt that
she's been working for us?

- No, I suppose not.
- Exactly.

Well, I don't think
it's too early

to start congratulating
ourselves.

There's just one more nail

that needs to be hammered
into that coffin

and then we can collect
our fee.

Well, we've earned it.

- It's been a very
smooth operation.
- (chuckles)

Well, I think we've seen
the relevant part

of the material.

Cut it. Lights.

And you still deny
that you know Zaroff?

I've told you,

he was just someone
who asked me the way.

- A total stranger?
- Yes.

Then account for
the total stranger's prints

all over your apartment.

Account for the fact that
Zaroff, a total stranger,

paid you a check
for 2,000 pounds,

sent you flowers and pearls,

has been seen entering
and leaving your apartment.

I can't.

I can't account
for any of it.

I didn't expect you would.

Now let's come
to the murder of Fairfax.

You heard shots,
you ran to the place,

Tara was kneeling beside
the body with a gun in her hand.

Your gun, Miss King?

He was dead
when I found him.

There was a gun
lying beside the body,

I picked it up,
that's all.

I didn't kill him.

Then why did you go
to the garage?

Well, I got a phone call.

- I didn't know
who it was from.
- Convenient.

It was from a man.

He said... he said he had
some information about

a security leak
from the War Room.

What about the envelope you
picked up in the phone booth?

Part of the payoff?

There was an envelope, yes,
but it was empty.

Show her the photographs,
Steed.

I found these
in your apartment.

Well, that was my job.

I was at the War Room
to try and find a flaw

in the security.

I succeeded.
I got these pictures out.

But you didn't tell anybody.

I was going to give them
to Steed tonight.

- We had a bet.
- Naturally.

Well,
I think we've got enough.

Well, tell them.

There will be a formal inquiry.

Meanwhile,
your security rating

is further reduced
to zero minus one.

You will return to
your apartment

where you will stay
there under guard

until you're called for.

I've never been under
house arrest before.

- What are the rules?
- You just carry on as normal.

Except that if you attempt
to escape, I will shoot you.

What do you think my chances
are at the trial?

Not a hope.

You think they'd at least
give me an opportunity

to find some evidence
for my own defense.

You'd be wasting your time.

I'm just going to get a drink.
Do you want one?

No, thanks.

Cheers.

She's escaped.

Has she now?

Then you'd better find her,
Zaroff.

And bring her here?

What else are friends for?

(telephone rings)

Steed.

Man: Don't say anything,
just listen.

If you want to help Tara,

go to the phone booth at
the corner of Lynstead Woods.

What?

Hello!

Hello?

(telephone ringing)

Hello?

Man: What you're looking for
is between the pages

of the E to K directory.

Oops, I'm sorry.

(gunshot)

Tara.

That's your gun,
isn't it?

- Are you hurt?
- No, I'm not,
but if I had been dead

and someone had come
in here right now,

it'd be a pretty difficult
situation to explain,
wouldn't it?

You standing over my dead body

with your own gun
in your hand.

And what about this?

How would you explain
a gift like this?

And there's a card here
signed Zaroff,

a well-known enemy agent.

And this envelope,
you've got one exactly like it.

Now, if someone had seen
you collect that envelope

and then seen me with it,
they'd have every right

to assume that
you'd given it to me.

- Very ingenious.
- I'm not finished yet.

Oh, that's the fellow
who bumped into me.

That's right,
but for all you know,

he could have been
an enemy agent.

Pretty incriminating
evidence, really.

You actually look like
you know each other.

- Who is he?
- A friend of mine.

- Didn't he telephone me?
- That's right.

You've done a pretty good job.

Steed, given the time
and the opportunity,

I could make you look
a 100% double-dyed traitor.

Hmm, circumstantial evidence,
but given enough of it...

That's exactly what
they've done to me.

The best bit of framing
since the Mona Lisa.

But why? Why?

- Well, that's the question.
- Revenge?

No, I've never done
anything to Zaroff.

- It couldn't be that.
- But it must be something big.

They wouldn't go to all
that trouble and expense

to set you up.

Any brilliant ideas?

No, but I've got
to find out.

But first of all,

you've got to go back
into custody.

- What?
- You got to play this
by the book.

Every agent in London
is on the lookout for you.

I'll take you in,
square it up with Mother.

All right.

Come on.
Come on.

Okay. (Gasps)

Hello, Tara.
Come on.

Your friends are waiting
for you.

Mm, attractive.

Very attractive.

- I'm glad you approve.
- Oh, I do.

Almost beautiful enough

to be a suitable
companion for me.

That's my case.

No, merely an exact replica.

Just part of
the window dressing.

There you are my dear...
One plane ticket, one passport.

You better get started.
Good luck.

See you in a day or two.

- Not a bad likeness.
- Thank you.

Vandalism,
sheer vandalism.

What is?

The need to destroy something
as beautiful as you.

Zaroff killed Perowne to draw
attention to himself.

He wanted to be
under constant surveillance

so that he would
apparently be

in contact with Tara.

And we keep coming back
to the same old question.

- Why?
- I don't know.

Any of the agents have a lead
on where Zaroff is living?

- No.
- I've got to find him.

- (telephone rings)
- Yes?

I see.

Yes, right.

A woman answering
Tara's description

was seen at London airport.

She left on
an eastbound flight.

Just doesn't make sense.

She might have been fooling
you, Steed, fooling all of us.

No, not that.
The fact that she was seen.

She's
a very experienced woman.

She could go to a crowded
airport and never be noticed.

Any word?

No, what about
the War Council?

They'll make their decision
within the hour.

Well, that doesn't give us
much time.

Of course, they've still
got a chance.

Rewind that film ready to run,
I've got to get something.

Where are you going, Steed?
Steed!

Well, just don't stand there,
rewind the... the thing.

The War Council must act soon,
and when they do,

our work will
be completed.

And then we get out of
this country fast.

Very fast.

Collect our
very considerable fee

and spend the rest of our lives
contemplating beauty.

I can accept you killing me
as an occupational risk.

What I can't accept
is not knowing why.

Well, then I'll tell you,
Miss King.

You'll be lost
in admiration.

It's a plan,
a creation...

of pure genius.

Now, gentlemen,
this is Miss Culpepper.

She is going to help us
find Tara.

How do you do?
I'm very glad to meet you.

Gladys, we don't have
too much time.

Now, if you'll come
and sit down.

There, we can get started.

All right, comfortable?

Oh, yes, yes, thank you,
Mr. Steed.

Will you start the film?

- What's happening?
- I'll tell you.

Rhonda,
turn the lights off.

Oh, this is nice.

I haven't seen a cinema
since Mr. Valentino passed away.

This is not nearly as exciting
as The Sheik, I'm afraid.

Now there's the first bit.

Watch carefully.

Now what's he saying?

"Could you tell me the way
to Wilson Street?"

I can't quite see
the young lady's answer.

That's fine, Gladys.

Miss Culpepper,

is the very best lip reader
in Britain.

Now the next bit's
the important bit.

Now what's he saying?

Oh, I can't... he forms
his words so badly.

- Ah!
- Yes, what is it?

He told the man to drive
to the Baronet Sporting Club,

Edgechester Place.

- Was that all right,
Mr. Steed?
- Magnificent, Gladys.

I don't know how
I can repay you.

Oh, there's no need,
Mr. Steed.

The 200 pounds you promised me
is more than enough.

Perhaps you'd care to pay Gladys
the cash, Mother?

Oh, Mr. Phillipson, would you
give the lady a ride home

and thanks again, Gladys.

What a nice man,
Mr. Steed is.

I knew his grandfather,
a charming old man.

- (telephone rings)
- What?!

Mother.

Understood.

They're starting to dismantle
the Field Marshall immediately.

The moment you started
your War Room duty,

it was simply a matter
of convincing your colleagues

that you were in contact
with known enemy agents.

And we sent you presents,
and I've given you money.

And I've been seen coming
and going from your building

where I left fingerprints
and clues.

In fact, an observer
could be left in no doubt,

we were working together.

It seems I was the only one
who didn't know.

It really was remarkably easy.

I still don't know
the reason why.

The War Room?

You see, your friend, Steed,
created a defense system

which was impossible
to crack.

So we used
a little psychology.

You made the department
suspect me.

Quite.

You had access to all the radio
control channels.

If they believe that

you were passing that
information onto us,

the wavelengths,
the command circuits,

they would know that
we could jam the system.

We could make the whole
Field Marshall defense system

absolutely useless.

But you still don't
have that information.

But your people
don't know that for sure.

And they can't afford
to take the chance.

So they'd have to dismantle
the Field Marshall

and put in completely
new circuits.

Now you've got it.

But that job would
take at least 48 hours.

And during that time,

this country
would be as defenseless

as you are at this moment.

Our rocket attack
will be launched.

There'll be nothing
on earth to stop it.

So now you know it all,

and as we have no
intention of being here

when those rockets
start to fall,

I'm afraid we
must leave you.

Thank you so much for
all your help Miss King.

Or may I call you Tara?

Couldn't I just have
one last cigarette?

But you don't smoke.

What a lovely suit.

- You've done it again.
- I haven't finished yet.

- I still have a question
I want to ask him.
- Oh, doubtless,

like the name of the government
he's working for.

Much more important,
the name of his tailor.

Ah. Oh.

And now...

So far so good.

What do you think?

Oh, well,
I think it's very...

very.

You wait till you
see it working.

It's not dangerous, is it?

Every great achievement
has an element of risk.

Now this is one
of my brighter contributions

to mankind.

Excuse me.

- (cork pops)
- Oh!

Oh, a champagne fountain!

Isn't that beautiful?

You didn't think it would work,
did you?

Oh, it's glorious.

You're very clever, Steed.

- The best is yet to come.
- What's that?

We drink.

To Tara King,

of whom I never suspected funny
business for one moment.

Never?

Well, almost never.

(theme music plays)