All language subtitles for 627. Thingumajig

(theme music plays)

(lively jazz music
playing)

I believe
they call it ragtime.

I think that's
excessively vulgar.

Oh, come now, Henry,

we must move with the times,
you know.

I'm told that in America,
it's all the rage.

All the rage.

I'm also told that some people
even dance to it.

Dance to that?
It would be improper.

Well, I don't know.
I think it's rather jolly.

Well,
I think it's decadent.

Thank you, Henry.

We now have your opinion,
and we will mind it.

But that's by the by.

Pandora, my dear,
what do you think?

Am I not right?
It is very amusing.

Mr. Rupert, the news!

What is it, Rupert?

The Kaiser has ordered
an offensive on the Somme.

And your to be called
to the front?

Inevitably.

But...

they cannot contact me
before tomorrow,

So I shall not miss
your wedding day.

I could not miss
your wedding day, Pandora.

John:
Tara, surprise day.

I've received a hamper
of cold goodies

from my Aunt Emily.

So I've dug up a couple
of bottles from the cellar,

and I'm inviting
you to lunch.

What do you think
about that?

- I'd love to.
- Right then.

- But I don't know if I can.
- Oh, dear.

Well, you know how long
I've been looking

for a 17th-Century
French bracket clock.

Well, I've found someone
who thinks he has one,

and I'm going to look
at it at 12:30.

Where is the appointment?

It's at Xavier Smith's
in Sturmer Street.

Well, that couldn't be better.
It's just round the corner.

You go along, see the clock,

and then whiz
round to my place.

Nice.

The bottles will be
on ice and waiting.

Hello?

Hello?

Shop?

Well done, Henry.

Tara? Tara?

Ah, Mr. Steed.

Pleasure to see
you again, sir.

Good afternoon,
Mr. Smith.

If it's flintlock pistols again,
I have a fine pair coming in

later these month,
chased in gold and silver...

No, that's not actually
what I'm after.

- Oh?
- No.

What I'm after
is about so high,

warm, round, sweet,
and extremely feminine.

Sir?

Miss King, is she poking
round the back there?

Miss King, sir?

Well, yes, I couldn't
possibly have missed her.

I came here the shortest route,
she didn't pass me.

Well, sorry, Mr. Steed.

I haven't the faintest idea
what you're talking about.

But she was coming here
at 12: 30 to buy a clock,

French bracket clock,
17th Century.

Ah, then there must be
some mistake.

I haven't got an item like
that in, oh, months.

12:30, you said?

Yeah.

But I was closed
for lunch at 12:30.

- Closed?
- I've only just
this minute got back.

Somebody's been in here.

I better check the rest
of the shop.

"The Fierce Rabbit."

This is utterly unprecedented,
Steed, sending for me,

dragging me down
from my headquarters.

Well, it's like...
It's like...

Like a cuckoo
leaving the nest.

It's your own fault,
Mother,

establishing yourself
in a balloon.

It makes communications
very difficult.

It also ensures
uninterrupted bliss.

Well, that's
the theory of it...

Goodness gracious me.

Do we have
any more news from Tara?

As you can see,
she hasn't come back yet.

Her car's still gone.

Oh, there's no
real cause for alarm.

The antique shop!

Oh, yes.
One broken ornament.

Well, that's not solid
evidence of a struggle.

And the fact that
the place was closed

when she was told
to go there.

Yes. We haven't got
much to go on.

- What do you think happened?
- She was kidnapped.

Or she was eaten
by the Fierce Rabbit.

Fierce Rabbit?

I found that close by.

Was Tara on a mission?

Well, not to my knowledge.

Must be a coincidence.

There can't be
any connection.

With what?

Fierce Rabbit was a code name
for one of our operatives.

I see.

Well, in that case,
then Tara is on a job.

No, out of the question,
Steed.

The Fierce Rabbit
was our man in Armentieres

in the First World War.

- Man: Fierce Rabbit...
- John: It was some time ago.

I know she's indestructible,
but it's further back than that.

About 1914.

1914?

That's a tall order.

Probably packaged up
and put in amongst

the dead files by now.

Be of help if I can find
the controller's index.

Otherwise, we'll have
to search through every file,

and that could take some ti...
Ah, here we are.

A, B, C, D, F...

Fast Runner, Fat Lady...

Oh, the Ferocious Mouse.

(chuckles) Yes.

Fierce Rabbit,
file 109, rack 12.

Oh, what a pity about him.

Ah, here we are,
the Fierce Rabbit.

Mm-hmm.

Alias Simon Henry Juniper,

entered the service 1915.

1915?

Woman:
Wake up, Miss Pandora.

Miss Pandora?

Wake up.

Pandora, I'm glad to see you're
rested after your journey.

Mr. Rupert and Mr. Henry
are downstairs,

and would like you
to join them for dinner.

(door opens, closes)

Ms. Faversham,
I think you might serve now.

Oh, my dear, we were just
about to start without you,

weren't we, Henry?

We were afraid
that the journey

might have proved
too arduous for you.

Henry?

There.
Now do sit down, Pandora.

Pandora?

You look so pale.

Ms. Faversham,
I think a glass of sherry.

We'll soon bring the color
back into those

- pretty cheeks, eh?
- Pandora?

Why did you call me
Pandora?

Oh, your hands
are so cold.

Here, now drink this.

Drink it, my dear.

King,
my name is Tara King.

My dear, we all want you
to get well again.

- Don't we, Henry?
- Very much.

Believe me,
you are our only concern.

King...

Tara...

Tara King.

Don't you think you're
rather overdoing it?

The drug,
shouldn't we cut back?

Cut back?

My dear Henry,
we're only just beginning.

The whole thing's mad.
You're mad.

Henry, you were the one
who found the photograph.

You were the one
who brought it here.

I-I wasn't serious.

I was joking, Rupert,
joking.

My dear Henry,
we are going to do this thing,

and we are going
to bring it off.

(pounding)

Only beginning.

(clocks ticking
and chiming softly)

Mr. Juniper?

Yeah?

Mr. Simon Juniper?

Right.

The Fierce Rabbit?

John Steed.

The Ministry.

That's right.

Get out!

The Ministry.

(mutters angrily)

Do unto others
what they do unto you.

Get out!

That's what
the Ministry told me.

You were a long way
past the retirement age.

I was fit, active,
still am.

Didn't make any difference.

Get out!

But you were in service
a long time.

It's hard to forget, eh,
to kick over the traces?

Once it's in your blood,
old agents never die.

What do you want?

Tara King.

Name mean
anything to you?

Should it?

I like to think
that it would.

She's disappeared
and the only link,

the clue, was the mention
of the Fierce Rabbit.

Well, I still got
all my faculties,

memory's sharp as a razor
and I never heard of...

You know her?

(chuckles)

Just taken aback at the idea
of a young filly

like this in the service.

Wasn't like it in my day,
you know.

And you've
never seen her before?

Never.

Missing, you say?

And all
those modern resources

you've got nowadays
still can't find her, eh?

(chuckles) No.

I bet I could find her.

If I was still
in the service, that is.

Have you told me
all you know?

(laughs) Not quite.

All those modern
resources, eh?

What are you driving at?

The Fierce Rabbit.

I wasn't the only one.

Ha ha, you didn't know that,
did you?

All these modern resources.

The codename was used twice
before I inherited it.

You go and try
the other two.

Perhaps they know
where your girl is.

Thank you.

Bet I could find her.

And I will.

Miss Pandora?

Good morning,
Miss Pandora.

Oh, please, why are you
doing this to me?

I'm afraid I don't
understand you, Miss Pandora.

I'm not Pandora.

Poor child.

What are you trying
to do to me?

Do? We're just trying
to make you well again.

That's all, Miss Pandora.

I'm not Pandora.
I'm not!

1915.

(cheerful whistling)

("Shave and a Haircut"
knock on door)

I still say we're
playing with fire.

- These things take a long...
- (floorboard creaks)

Good morning, Pandora!

Oh, thank you.

Clerk: Yes, Mr. Steed.
Yes, I've checked.

I told you I didn't completely
understand the system.

No.

No sign of the other
two Fierce Rabbits yet,

but don't worry,

as soon as the controller
comes back,

he will pull them out for you
in no time at all.

Yes.

Yes, I'll call you
as soon as he arrives.

Thank you. Bye.

(knock on door)

(knock on door)

Yes?

Simon: This is
the Lasindall residence?

Yes, that's right.

Just a minute.
What do you want?

Old friend of the family.

Mr. Lasindall the elder
at home?

- Yes, but...
- I want to see him.

Well, that's impossible.
Mr. Lasindall is asleep.

Wake him up!

Tell him it's
the Fierce Rabbit calling.

The Fierce Rabbit?

What is it,
Ms. Faversham?

Ah, you must be Rupert
or Henry.

Rupert.
And you?

I wanna see your uncle,
now, immediately.

That may be possible.
But your name, sir?

Simon Juniper.

I knew your uncle
many years ago.

That may be so,

and my uncle may be
delighted to see you,

but at this time of night...

It concerns Pandora.

You, uh...
You know about Pandora?

Well, let's just say I knew
of your uncle's...

obsession.

Well?
Do I get to see him or not?

Of course.
This way, please.

This way.

Mr. Juniper?

Uncle Gregory,
you have a visitor.

(Simon screams)

Pandora!

Pandora...

- (screams)
- Not yet.

(pounding)

He mustn't see her yet.

(pounding continues)

I'll see to it.

Evening, sir.

Got an urgent problem,
one I couldn't solve.

Mr. Steed
and the Fierce Rabbit.

I managed to find one
for him.

It appears there are two others
skulking around somewhere.

I said we'd phone him, sir.

(telephone rings)

Steed.

Carter here, sir.

Yes, yes, the controller's
just arrived, sir.

Have you got
the information?

Yes, sir, just as I said,

controller pulled it out
of the file in two ticks flat.

About those other
two Fierce Rabbits,

one was named Pettigrew,
Hubert Pettigrew.

Got an address for him, too.

10A Hewitt Court,
Knightsbridge.

Right.
I've got that.

Now what about
the other Fierce Rabbit?

There isn't, sir.
Or at least there isn't now.

The other Fierce Rabbit
is dead, sir.

Dead? Are you sure?

Well, the controller's
sure, sir.

And that means
absolutely sure.

Yes, the third Fierce Rabbit
died five years ago.

His file was taken out
and destroyed

in accordance
with regulations.

I see.

Well, I'll try and get
something out of Pettigrew.

- Thank you.
- Glad to be of help.

All right if I go
off duty now, sir?

- Good night, Carter.
- Good night, Mr. Lasindall.

(door closes)

Rupert, it's not gonna work.

Henry, will
you please allow me to...

(both shouting)

You're mad, Rupert.

You're raising
your voice, Henry.

I've said it before,
and I'll say it again...

- You're mad.
- Henry, your voice.

Now we don't want
to wake Pandora, do we?

To think I let you
talk me into this.

But everything's
going very well.

Oh, yes, very well...
Steed is snooping on the trail.

A dead body lying in the cellar.
Things couldn't be better.

I explained about him.
It was inevitable.

And as for Steed,

who put him on the trail
in the first place, Henry?

We don't know that for sure.

I'm sure, Henry.

I'm sure.

Carrying those little pieces
of paper in your pocket, hmm?

And losing them?

Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.

Very clumsy, Henry.

Well, what's it matter now
whose fault it was?

- The fact remains...
- You're raising your voice
again, Henry.

It's gone too far.

- We didn't mean anyone
to come this close.
- Henry!

We must stop, stop now...

Henry, please.

Let's be civilized
about this.

Oh, and do get up.

Lying there,
you look so...

So down.

That's better.

Now, let us reappraise
the situation.

Without raising our voices.

I agree that Juniper
and now Steed are eventualities

that we did not expect
or anticipate.

- Well, that's why...
- But that does not mean

that we can't deal with it.

(pounding)

Let us not forget that
we are doing this for him,

on his behalf.

And remember
what is at stake.

That's all very well,
but what about Steed?

I've done all
the covering up I can,

- but if he should
find his way...
- If he comes here,

he'll be looking for Tara King,
isn't that right, Henry?

Yes.

Very well then.

We must make sure
that he finds her far from here.

And dead, of course.

(pounding continues)

Henry: Well, I think
it's gone far enough.

It should be stopped now.

You don't know what
you're talking about, Henry.

- It's criminal.
- But necessary.

I believe that Lord Kitchener
knows what he's doing.

And another thing,
there's talk of the Americans

coming into the war,

but President Wilson
has already said...

Oh, Pandora, my dear,
do come and join us.

Henry here is trying
to persuade me

that this war is unnecessary.

- Now, what do you think?
- Well, come along now.

She's just a woman.
What would she know about it?

Now don't be too sure, Henry.

There's already a big movement
towards women's suffrage.

Before we know where we are,
they'll be given the vote.

That'll be the day.

There's no need
to scoff, Henry.

I think it's very likely.

Never.
Women given the vote?

What would they do with it?

You'll be suggesting women
in the government next.

- I think we may live
to see the day.
- Now, Rupert...

Now listen, Henry,
the other thing...

Stop it.
Stop it!

Pandora.

Tara, Tara King.

That's my name.

But, my dear...

The time is now.

Now!

- Henry, some water
with a little...
- No!

Why are you
doing this to me?

Why?

You must not overtax
yourself, my dear.

Why are you doing this to me?

The physician
was very clear about this.

Why?
What have I done to...

You must have
no excitement, no stress.

Here, take this, take this.
Come on, come on, take it.

There.

Pandora.

Dear Pandora.

Pettigrew, one of those rabbits
was Simon Juniper.

The other is dead.

That leaves you!

Just me, last of the line.

All gone now,
all gone.

Pettigrew, what do you know
about Tara King?

Bleedington Rumperton,
that was his name.

It wasn't Shodders at all.

Or was it, Trevor?

Now, listen to me,
Pettigrew.

Tara King,
do you know her?

King?

Where's the king?

Must put on a good show.

Jolly good whisky.

Yes, isn't it?

Now listen, Pettigrew,

do you or do you not know
the name Tara King?

No.
Never heard of it.

Sorry, old boy,
must sit down.

Rupert: Pandora?

Pandora?

Yes, Rupert?

You're not eating,
my dear.

You haven't touched
a thing.

Now that won't do.
It really won't do at all.

Apart from deeply offending
Ms. Faversham,

it won't help
your convalescence.

I've been ill?

You remember that?
You actually remember?

I've been ill.

You hear that, Henry?

Well, I think that
under the circumstances,

a small glass of port
would not be amiss.

Oh, my dear, Pandora,

I cannot tell you
how I have hoped

and prayed for this moment,
your first step to recovery.

(chuckles)
Complete recovery.

- No, no!
- Nonsense, Pandora!

It'll do you good.

Besides, you mustn't
deprive us of the opportunity

of drinking your health,
must you now?

To you, my dear,

your health, happiness...
and prosperity.

Pandora.

Pandora.

(pounding)

Excuse me.

- What is it?
- I can't handle him.

He's like
a wild thing tonight.

Tonight and every night.
What is it this time?

He refuses to go to bed.

For God's sake, why?

He just sits staring
at the portrait,

the portrait
of Pandora upstairs.

(pounding continues)

(echoing) He just sits
staring at the portrait,

the portrait
of Pandora upstairs.

(fades) The portrait
of Pandora upstairs...

I'm going to my room.

(door closes)

Portrait of Pandora.

Gotten him down?

Yes.

And where
is our dear Pandora?

Gone to bed.

Oh?

Well, perhaps
it's just as well.

We have a lot
to do tonight, Henry.

- Juniper's body...
- Must be disposed of.

And, of course, we must
think about killing Miss King.

I mustn't sleep.

(sighs)

I must stay awake.

I mustn't sleep.
I mustn't sleep.

I mustn't sleep.

I must stay awake.

(echoing) The portrait
of Pandora upstairs.

(man groaning softly)

Pandora...

(groaning)

(pounding)

(Rupert laughs) I think
it's very effective, Henry.

Well done.

Don't be ridiculous,
Henry, really.

(both laugh)

(screams)

Pandora? Pandora?

Pandora!

Oh, my dear.

And you seemed to be making
such good progress, too.

Here.

Take these,
just to help you sleep.

They were prescribed
by your physician.

That's it.

Rupert...
I'm so confused.

I know.

I mean,
I do want to remember.

I am trying.

Tell me about...

About?

Me.

Well...

to begin with,
your name is Pandora.

Yes.

Pandora.
You understand that?

Yes.

I am Pandora.

That's good!

That's really excellent.

Pandora.

And the year is 1915.

November the 18th...

1915.

November 18...

19...

15.

19... 15...

As soon as Henry returns,
prepare dinner.

Then we'll wake her up

and play the whole thing
as rehearsed.

And you'll be paying me
off soon?

Yes.

Very soon.

(lively jazz music
playing)

Dance to that?
It would be improper.

Thank you, Henry.

We now have your opinion,
and we will mind it.

But that's by the by.

Pandora, my dear,
what do you think?

Mr. Rupert, the news!

What is it, Rupert?

The Kaiser has ordered
an offensive on the Somme.

Then you'll be recalled?

Inevitably.

But they cannot contact me
before tomorrow,

so I shall not miss
your wedding.

I could not miss
your wedding day, Pandora.

Are you sure there's
no further news?

What about our European agents,
haven't they seen or heard

- anything of Tara?
- (doorbell rings)

You put every available man
on the job.

Yes, I'll take
your word for it.

But if there's any avenue
you haven't explor...

Thanks.
Call me if you hear anything.

Mother!

But I thought this
was unprecedented,

you leaving
your headquarters.

What's happened?
The balloon sprung a leak?

It is unprecedented,

but I don't want you
to hear it from somebody else.

Tara?

I fear so.

W-what's happened?

Have you found her?
Where is she?

Why don't you sit down,
Steed?

The news came in
a few moments ago.

How'd it happen?

We don't know
all the facts yet.

They're still piecing
the thing together.

But we do know
that Juniper was involved.

Juniper?

They found his body nearby.
Shot.

And Tara?

In her car,
what was left of it,

burnt out,
a complete wreck.

I'm sorry, Steed,
very sorry.

- The car was burnt out?
- Yes.

- Well, then how
do you know it was...
- Do you recognize this?

Hmm.

Oh, possible
something will happen.

As I say, they're still
putting the pieces together.

Would you like to take
a leave of absence, Steed,

- go away for a while?
- No.

No, I want to find out.

Naturally.
I understand completely.

(doorbell rings)

Good afternoon,
dear lady.

Oh, dear.
Tall lady.

And you elegant, sir.
Steed, old boy, me again.

My wife's instigation, really.
Terrible nagger, the wife.

Still, sometimes she's right.
It's about last night.

Afraid I made a bit
of a fool of myself.

- Apologies are in order.
- That's all right.

Afraid I wasn't
much help either.

Still, I hope everything
turns up trumps for you

and you find
the little lady all right.

That's quite all right.

Yes, well, wife thought
I ought to apologize, hmm?

Well, that's that then.
Well, cheerio.

Oh, one thing
you were wrong about,

about one of
the Fierce Rabbits being dead.

You did say that, didn't you?
Oh, quite wrong.

All three of us
are still alive and kicking.

- Well, goodbye again.
- Ah, just a minute.

Did you say alive?

Yeah, that's what I said.

There were three
Fierce Rabbits, right?

There still are three.

But that's impossible.

The file room.

The controller confirmed
that the third Rabbit was dead.

Must be then.

I've never known Lasindall
to make a mistake.

Lasindall.
But that's him!

The name of
the other Fierce Rabbit...

Lasindall,
Gregory Lasindall.

No, Rupert.

We're nearly there,
Henry.

Nearly there.

Lasindall's address?
Well, he has two.

A flat in town and a house
in the country.

In the country?

Well, that's where
Gregory Lasindall lives.

- Where is it?
- Seven Pines, Barsworth.

There's just
one other thing.

Has Tara King
been here recently?

Yes, she came in about a week
ago looking for the files of...

Was Henry Lassindall
with her?

- Yes.
- Did he talk to her?

Well, yes, they chatted on about
antiques, as a matter of fact.

He put her onto something
she'd been looking for, a clock.

A 17th-Century
French bracket clock?

Why, yes.

My dear,
you look spiffing.

Absolutely ravishing,
doesn't she, Henry?

Oh, yes, ravishing.

Traditional for the bride
on her wedding day.

Fortifies the nerves.

I'm to be married?

Happiest day of your life.

And who am I to marry?

You remember.

Rupert.

Gregory.

Gregory Lasindall.

You remember, Pandora.

You've been sweethearts
since you were children.

Look, you remember.

You remember Gregory?

Yes... Gregory.

We must hurry, my dear,
he grows impatient.

No, no, my dear, this way.

Uncle Gregory?

Uncle Gregory!

It's not gonna work.

Of course it'll work.

She's identical, the living
image of the real Pandora.

Come into the light,
my dear.

Let him see you properly.

Tara: I'm to be married?

Rupert: Happiest day
of your life.

You remember?
Gregory Lasindall.

You remember Pandora?

You've been sweethearts
since you were children.

You remember Gregory?

Speak to him.

Speak to your love,
Pandora.

Gregory?

Just Gregory?
After all this time?

Gregory, my love?

No, I am not Pandora!

- Pandora...
- She's back.

Now your promise, uncle,
you remember your promise?

Hmm, your promise?

Pandora's dowry?
Her dowry.

The fortune, the vast fortune
that you've hidden away,

set aside against this day.

You've tormented Henry
and me with it

ever since
we were children!

Your gift to her!

The dowry, uncle!

Dowry?

Now, you do understand, Uncle,
don't you?

That we have found Pandora
and brought her back to you.

Pandora's back.

So now you must tell us
where the treasure is

so that we can fetch it
and give it to Pandora

to make her happy.

And you want to make her happy,
don't you, Uncle?

Oh, yes, yes, happy.

Yes.

And for you, my love,
for you...

a fortune.

But where, uncle?

Where did you hide it
all those years ago?

Now, tell us where it is
and we'll go...

In here...

here in this house.

Well, it can't be!
We've searched every inch...

Shut up, you fool!

In this house?

Where in this house?

Don't tell them...
(screams)

Uncle Gregory, where?

Ohh...

The portrait.

Behind the portrait.

A knife.
Where's a knife?

Nothing.

There nothing.

Nothing! Nothing!
Nothing! Nothing!

Nothing! Nothing!
Nothing! Nothing!

(moaning)

You see?

There.

There it is.

There it is.

A Rembrandt.

A Rembrandt?

A priceless Rembrandt.

All destroyed.

All...

You fool!

Agh!

Tara?

Tara!

Are you all right?

Say that again?

Tara,
are you all right?

Oh, Steed...

I'm Tara.

(groans)

(doorbell rings)

- (door slams)
- Hello, hello!

Softly, softly.

Got a headache?

Oh, is it bad?

It's like the augmented
London Philharmonic

playing the Thunder
and Lightning Polka

with real thunder.

It arrived.

Do you like it?

(chuckles)

It's beautiful, thank you.

Tara, I don't know
how to say this.

I don't want to appear
ungracious, but...

do you think you could
change it for something else?

You don't like it?

Oh, no, no, it's lovely.

It's just that...

I don't think I can
learn to live with it.

Why, what's wrong with it?

It's the chimes.

They don't work?

Oh, no,
they work all right.

Well, then what?

They're just the...
Just the teeniest bit...

(chiming musically)

Now, what's wrong
with that?

(clock tower bell gonging)

(theme music plays)