All language subtitles for 630. Take-Over

(theme music plays)

It's 4:30.

Yeah, I know.

Are you sure they're
gonna come back this way?

They've got to.

Gotta park the car here.

Look, Miss Miranda Loxton

and her appointed bodyguard
left here last night

at 9:00,
and they're going to a party.

And they're due back
any moment now.

They'll come through
that door over there,

and they will drive
over there,

and they will park their car,

and she will get out
of the door of her car.

And then we shall kill
Miss Loxton.

Supposed the bodyguard drops
her off at the main entrance?

And leaves her alone?
Mnh-mnh.

- They'll be coming here.
- (car approaching)

(gunshots)

(doorbell rings)

Hello, Tara.

Hello. How...

- Mother?
- Tara.

Mother away
from headquarters?

You checking a gun?
It must be very important.

Very.

Oh, well, of course,
if it's such a big secret

that you can't even tell me
what it is...

- It is.
- Well, almost.

You've heard
of Miranda Loxton?

Who hasn't?

Lovely Miranda
is the key witness

against
Murder International.

When she gives her evidence
next week...

If she gives her evidence.

Her car was attacked
early this morning,

and her bodyguard
was murdered.

She's gone into hiding,
refuses to come out

until we guarantee
her safety.

And can we?

We can do our very best.

Put her under the wing
of a top executive.

He can take her to a hiding
place known only to him.

You?

- Me.
- (doorbell rings)

Just... the two of you?

Simple but safe.

- Ready, Bobby?
- Ready.

Meet Tara King.
This is Bobby Cleaver.

Hi.

By the way,
you can take my car.

It's a little
too conspicuous for me,

and I'll give you three rings
as soon as I'm installed

- at Fort Steed.
- Very cozy, too.

I must say,

I do enjoy my visits here.
(chuckles)

Fort Steed.

And just exactly where
is he meeting Miranda?

Hmm? Oh, in a car park
on the other side of the town.

I can see her.
You ready?

Yes.

How do things look?

Possible raider astern.

- Standby all systems.
- Right.

How do you do?

My name is Steed.
John Steed.

We should have
a nice quiet journey.

Uh, when do you expect
him to call?

Who?

Steed.

No idea.

Whenever he reaches safety.

Well,
I've got things to do.

Mother, you will tell me,
won't you?

I mean, if anything
should go wrong.

Wrong?

Miss King, if anything
should go wrong,

the whole department
will know about it!

Just keep driving.

Don't turn around,
and don't do anything.

No need to be frightened
now Miss Loxton.

Look, why don't you make
yourself comfortable?

Take off your nose.

That's better.

Ooh!

Now that is much better.

There's no need to worry.

Whoever was chasing us
is miles away by now.

Get out.

Fat man:
Things going well so far.

Thin man: They'd better be.
What's the plan?

Fat man: Booby trap.
It's already underway.

- Where did they plant it?
- In Steed's apartment.

We may have lost Steed,
but we'll finish Mother.

It's poetic, too,
you'll like that.

How poetic?

Mother's waiting for the
telephone to ring three times.

Thin man: I don't see
the poetry in that.

The third ring detonates
the booby trap.

On the third ring,
the bomb explodes.

Nice surprise packet,
aye?

It was my idea.

The boss fell for it
immediately.

Thin man:
Three rings on a phone?

One... two... three.

(laughs)

Third time, unlucky!

(laughs)

Thin man:
Poor old Mother.

(glass shatters)

(echoing) For the telephone
to ring three times.

On the third ring...
Steed's apartment...

Steed's apartment.

One... two... three.

(laughing)

Third time unlucky!

(telephone ringing)

(wails)

Mother...

Mother!

Miss King...
Miss King...

No. Don't try to move.
You've been injured.

We'll get you to the hospital
as soon as we can.

I tried to warn him.
Is he all right?

Don't talk now.

Now, you mustn't exert yourself,
you've been hurt, badly hurt.

How badly?

Don't know for sure yet.

Are you in pain?

No.

My legs...

my legs are numb.

We must hurry.

But can we move her?

We'll just give her a shot,
put her out for a while.

Don't worry.

We'll all take
good care of you.

We can move her now,
but we must hurry.

Doctor.

Major.

How are you feeling?

I don't know.

My legs.

You're a very lucky girl.

Lucky?

At least according
to the doctor here.

Is that right Dr. Wells?

There is no permanent
spinal damage.

Spinal...

At least not as far
as we can see.

- Oh, what about the rest of...
- Easy now please.

You have sustained
multiple fractures of both legs

and severe lacerations.

So you must rest.

Both legs broken.

Both legs?

Broken but fortunately
not crushed.

That's what I meant
by lucky.

In a couple of months,
you'll be walking about again.

Mother...

I must warn Mother!

Easy now. Easy.

Go ahead but try not
to tire her too much.

Oh, uh, perhaps I'd...
I'd better introduce myself.

My name is Firth.
Major Firth.

Oh, we haven't met before,

but of course I know all
about you from the files.

Do you feel up to answering
a few questions?

You've been in delirium
for some time

talking about two men
who grabbed you,

kidnapped you.

That's right.

Two men.

Any idea who these men were
or where they took you?

No.

Yes, I-I should have...

I left... I left there
in Steed's car.

It was a house...

a house with grounds.

Well, I must know
where the house is...

Firth, don't force her to
remember too much too soon.

All right. All right.
We'll skip that for a moment.

Now you arrived
at Steed's apartment.

Yes, I...

I don't remember
how I got there.

I was just suddenly there.

A booby trap.

Three rings on the telephone,
and Mother was there.

Oh...

Is that all?

Oh, I don't know.
My mind's in such a muddle.

Tara, listen to me.

Your kidnapping,
the booby trap,

none of it seems
to link up in any way.

We don't know
why you were grabbed,

why the bomb was planted.

It's all so...
inexplicable.

The only one
who can help us is Steed.

But we...

Where is he?

He's away.
He's on a secret assignment.

Yeah, that much I do know,
but where?

I don't know.
He didn't even tell me.

Well, ask Mother.
Why not ask Mother?

He's sure to...

I can't ask Mother.

Why not?

Mother is dead.

Thank you.

(chuckles)
Fort Steed.

Are we staying?

I can't think
of anywhere safer.

To my certain knowledge
there are only two people

who know of its existence.

And they won't talk?

Talk?

Stinks Wilkins
and Fatty the Gorger talk?

They're sworn
to the utmost secrecy

on the solemn oath
of last one in's a ninny.

Besides,
if they ever did talk,

I wouldn't allow them
holler down my rain barrel,

not ever.

We used to play here
as a kid.

It's not exactly the Savoy,
but, well,

why don't we observe
the niceties anyway?

Thank you.

How long do you think
I'll have to stay?

Oh, not long.

Just until it's time
for you to give evidence.

There we are, oops.

But that's a week away.

Oh, time will fly,
don't you worry.

Always did here
in the old days.

This place reeks
of grand old

British military history.

It does?

Some of the most glorious
battles were fought here.

Corunna, Waterloo,
Balaclava,

Wellington's run
after Napoleon,

General De Clare's
ignominious retreat.

There was nothing
ignominious about that.

De Clare was forced
into impossible terrain.

When De Clare
led his troops into...

Oh, he was doing
exactly the right thing.

Taking into account the fact
that he was outflanked

- on the right?!
- He shouldn't
have been outflanked

if his third division
had got through,

- as they were supposed to.
- Supposed to?

My dear young lady,
it was an open and shut...

Would you like
to reconstruct the battle?

You can be General De Clare.

I'd be delighted.

Good!

Fort Steed.
That's all he said?

Tara: That's all.

Fort Steed.

It means
nothing to you?

I don't think so.

You don't think so.
You're not sure?

I don't know.

- You're not absolutely sure.
- I don't know.

Fort Steed.
Think, Tara, think!

- Fort Steed!
- Gently.

Ah, yes, of course.
I'm sorry.

Tara...

I'm sorry.

I don't mean to press you
like this.

But don't you see how vital
it is that we locate Steed?

He's the key
to this whole thing.

- If we don't find him, he's...
- (door opens)

- Major Firth.
- Yes.

This, you should see
this, sir.

Tara: What is it?

Plans for another
booby-trap bomb.

We found it near
Mother's body.

Obviously dropped by the person
who wired the phone.

The explosive charge
is put in here

and wired
to a gold pencil.

When the button is pressed...

What's the matter?

This pencil is the same
as the one I gave Steed

- for Christmas.
- Are you sure?

Of course I'm sure.
Look at the crown
insignia there.

It's the same.
It's the same pencil.

Then he's walking around
with a bomb in his pocket.

Tara, you must think.

Help us to find out
what he meant by Fort Steed.

Help us to find him
before this goes up.

Ready?

Right.

You keep score for you...

and I'll keep score for me.

All right.

Let's take it
step by step.

Steed has gone to earth.

He'd choose a hiding place
he was familiar with.

He'd know every approach,
every exit.

That's good training.
Good sense.

It'd be some place
he used before.

Exactly!

So somewhere,
sometime along the line,

he must have given you
some kind of hint,

given you some
kind of clue.

A hunting lodge perhaps.

An apartment by the sea.
A friend's house?

No, I don't know.

Surely, records
is the place to look

for that
kind of information.

Why don't you look
in Steed's file?

- That's the very first...
- (door opens)

Sorry, sir,
it's almost time.

Oh, yes.

Be with you in a moment.

I shan't be gone long.

An hour at most.

Keep thinking.

Major Firth...

Mother?

Yes.

Take me with you.

Are you sure
you're fit enough?

Steed or me,
one of us ought to be there.

Please take me.

It's up to you, doctor.

Please.

Very well.

But I'll have to give you
a sedative.

Two sedatives.

One to get you there
and one to bring you back.

(church bell tolling)

Are you all right?

It was a mistake.
You shouldn't have come.

I had to come.

All right,
we better go back.

Bobby.

What?

Bobby Cleaver.

He was on the assignment
with Steed.

He might know
where he is.

Cleaver.
You know his address?

25 Cranbrook Road.

HQ? Major Firth here.

I'm on my way
to 25 Cranbrook Road

to see a Mr. Bobby...

Cleaver.

Cleaver, he was
on assignment with Steed.

He may have something
important to tell us.

Have you got that?

He may have something
important to tell us.

Man: Message understood.

Over, out.

(engine starts)

25 Cranbrook Road.

Well, let's hope your
friend Cleaver's at home.

He could put an end
to this business at one go.

(doorbell rings)

Mr. Cleaver,
my name is Major Firth.

I w...

You still have...

half a battalion left.

The wise general
always tempers strategy

with humanity.

There's been enough
bloodshed already.

I capitulate.
I offer you my sword.

And I accept.

Don't look too despondent.

I cut my teeth
on deployed strategy,

pincer movements,
outflanking maneuvers.

(chuckles) My father
was a military historian.

Military historian, eh?

Recorded everything,
sort of,

from the Battle
of Hastings on.

(chuckles)
hen he wouldn't know much

about naval battles,
then, eh?

No.

So how about fighting...

the battle of Trafalgar?

A sea battle?

Be a nice change
for you?

Of course
if you don't feel capable...

Oh!
I'm willing to learn.

You're the French fleet.

That's the ship of the line.

Ships.

- He's on a ship?
- No.

It's a conversation we had once
about ships on the river.

Steed said boats
go on the river,
ships go on the sea.

I don't understand.
Boats and ships...

No, no it's the river.
The river is important.

It's a conversation we had
once about Steed's childhood.

Some place he used to play,
a place on the river.

- What river?
- Oh, I don't know.
He didn't mention it.

But I'm sure he meant
the Thames.

- The Thames.
- Yes.

Any idea how far
it stretches the Thames,

how many houses
there are on it?

Henley. Henley.
That's where it is.

He used to steal
his father's binoculars

and then go across the field
and watch the regatta.

Well, that's where they hold
the regatta, isn't it?

- At Henley.
- Yes, yes, Henley.

It's a big area to cover.

Well, it's something.
I mean, it's a start.

If we knew what kind of house
we were looking for.

Well,
it'd be a big one.

Steed's childhood
is simply littered

with grand
and stately houses.

Plenty of those
in Henley, too.

But Did they ever tell you
about it in any way?

Describe it to you?

Oh, he may have.

The only thing
I know for sure...

is that it's on the river.

And what do you think
you're doing?

My Rear Admiral.

Up to the front of the line,
I think.

But...
But you can't do that.

Why not?

Well,
it's simply not done.

Rear Admiral,
he stays at the rear.

That's why it's called
a Rear Admiral.

Supposing all the other boats
turn round?

Well, then he's at the front
of the line, isn't he?

All right.
But you'll regret it.

Oh, and it's ships,
by the way.

The correct vernacular...
Ships not boats.

What are you doing
with that?

Covering myself against
a surprise attack

- from those.
- Oh! Those.

And what leads you to believe
that they're gonna make

- a surprise attack?
- Feminine intuition.

Poor Nelson,
what he had to put up with.

Oh, and what have you
got in mind for those?

Oh, I don't know.

They make a rather pretty
pattern, don't you think?

Pretty patterns...

- (horn honking)
- What's that?

Captain Cleghorn
and his foghorn.

He's a local eccentric.
He's retired from the sea.

Now lives by the river,

tooting his horn
at passing ducks.

He goes to the river then?

It's about a quarter of
a mile away across the fields.

The house
on the river near Henley,

a big house,
almost certainly an old one.

It's a kind of progress,
but it's not enough.

There must be
something else.

- I'm sorry I...
- If Steed told you that much,

he must have told you
something else!

A casual remark,
a snippet of conversation?

Think, Tara!

I am thinking.

Oh, wait a minute.

Steed once took me to
a house in the country.

And he said it reminded him
of a similar house,

a house he used to live in.

- Describe it.
- Well...

Oh, I can't.

It was surrounded by a wall
with urns along the top.

Urns?

Yes, you know, urns,
vases in stone,

set at intervals
along the wall.

A kind of Rococo Grecian style
many of the Victorian affected.

Quite.

Well, now we know what type
of house it is... Victorian.

- I'd say early Victorian.
- (groans)

Listen, we're only
guessing anyways.

The house might not look
anything like Steed's,

and he might not
even be there.

What about an association
of ideas?

What?

You know,
the psychiatric trick

for making people remember,

associate one thing
with another.

What are you driving at?

Steed's apartment.

If you were
to take me there, well,

it might trigger
something off,

It's worth a try.

What do you think, doctor?

Another journey.

All this strain
and excitement.

It is worth a try.

She's still
a very sick girl.

And Steed's a very dead man
unless we get to him in time.

Can you make her
fit to travel?

Can I take her there?

Very well.

But I must insist on
the same conditions as before.

Two sedatives.

One to get me there,
and one to get me back.

Firth: Tara...

Tara...

Are you all right?

Are you sure you want
to go through with this?

Yes.

Well?

The contents
were taken to forensics.

You can see them later
if you wish.

Now does that mean anything?

"Model of ship's canon,
1672."

Well?

Is there anything else
then that assists

your process of assessing...

Roses! Look!

Roses.

They're carnations.

No, no, no.
I mean roses. Roses.

Steed said there were roses
around the front door

of the house,
a house set in its own grounds.

Gates, he used
to swing on the gates.

Iron gates with faces in them,
one laughing and one crying.

Two faces.
That's good, good.

Anything else?

I don't think so.

Well, it's something.
Nurse?

I think it's time we were
getting you back to hospital.

I'll have my men start
looking for those gates.

It's progress
in the right direction.

Any case, the British can't
lose the battle of Trafalgar.

Sorry.
I think they have.

Unless you'd care to take
on my warships with this.

That is awash
with survivors.

(chuckles)
I don't understand.

Mine was a copy-book attack.

How you managed to...

It was my uncle.

My Uncle Charlie,
he was a naval historian.

Oh?

Oh!

I think I better stick
to what I know best.

(chuckles)

My uncle...

was a chess grand master.

Any luck?

I've got two teams
combing the Henley area,

but a pair of iron gates,
however distinctive,

it's like looking
for a needle in a haystack.

We've got to try
something else.

- Tara? Tara.
- Let her rest.

There isn't time!

Tara.
Tara, that house.

You've got to remember it.

The name of it for instance,
the road it stood in.

I can't...

You've got to...
You stay out of it!

I'm her doctor,
remember?!

Talk outside.

What are you trying to do,
sabotage the whole thing?

- She really does need rest.
- She hasn't time to rest!

- If we don't find Steed...
- You'll get nothing out of her
this way, I promise you.

Let her sleep for a while.

And when her mind's
a bit fresher...

- Look I told you...
- She genuinely
does need to rest.

How long?

An hour or two,
no longer.

Very well.

An hour, that's all.

What do you think
the chances are?

Depends on your knight.

No I meant about me.
Or us.

Is this place
really safe?

I can't think
of anywhere safer.

No one knows it
at the department.

No one?

Haven't breathed a word
to anyone, except...

Except?

Well... (chuckles)

she doesn't know enough
to find the place.

And anyway,
why should she talk about it?

- But surely...
- Go on, it's your move.

Mm.
Making a game of it, eh?

(clocks tongue)

Comfortable?

Yes. Thank you.

I'm very thirsty.

Yes,
I thought you might be.

What's the matter?

Oh, nothing.

I thought you were thirsty?

I am.

- Oh!
- (glass breaks)

Clumsy.

I'll mix you another.

Oh, Major Firth.

You wanted something?

Yes, I want to tell you
something.

That man
standing behind you,

he's one of
the two men who grabbed me.

- Are you sure?
- Yes.

Don't worry, Miss King.

We'll arrange something.

- Thank you, Major.
- Oh, sorry.

Oh! Agh!

One of the men
who grabbed her.

She recognized him.

You didn't have
to hit him so hard.

- Didn't I?
- (running footsteps)

Intruder.
Have him searched.

Find out who he is
and how he got in here.

- (door closes)
- Sorry about that.

When I find out the man
who let him in...

Oh, don't worry.

It's all over now.
Don't think about it.

A gun. A cannon.

That's what I've been
trying to think of.

A cannon-shaped weather vane,
it's on top of the house.

It's like a landmark.
You can see it from miles.

That's just what
we've been waiting for!

Now we'll find that house!

Your uncle
was a chess grand master?

Mm-hmm.

I think I ought to warn you.

I had an aunt...

who was a chess grand...

grand...

Mistress?

Mm.

Hold it.

Let us divide the area up,
go through it piece by piece.

Go that way.

Steed!

Doctor.

Come to congratulate me
on my miraculous recovery?

I think you're
about to have a relapse.

A fake.

The whole thing
was a fake to get me talking.

And Steed's pen,
it doesn't have a bomb in it.

Nevertheless, he will die,

now that you've
helped us to find him,

Steed and the witness
he's protecting.

Booby trap.

Steed had no one
and nothing to fear,

nothing
except my stupidity.

I wouldn't...
yourself too much.

The situation we created,

helped by drugs,
of course...

(elevator whirs)

Checkmate, I think.

That's it.

How about taking me
on at...

wrestling?

Oh, any time!

(whistling happily)

No urns, Major.

No weather vane either.

Keep going.

Mwah! Mother.

What a fantastic story.

Dastardly plan,
fiendish.

And another thing...
It worked.

- Quite.
- Well, what are we
going to do about it?

- I mean, Firth and his men
will be looking for...
- (telephone rings)

Looking, he may be,
but he hasn't found him yet.

Steed's hourly signal
to say that all is well.

For the time being.

Special services.

Now we have a bigger
organization than them

if we can use it in time.

I want a prominent house,

one that they can't
easily overlook.

Special Services?
Mother.

I have a number-one
priority job for you

at Henley on Thames
immediately.

Yes.

I require...

What do I require?

Oh, Grecian urns, roses,
the gates,

the weather vane.

Yes.

Now, I require
one dozen Grecian urns.

Two iron faces,
one laughing, one crying.

One crate with plastic roses
for the door,

and one canon-shaped
weather vane.

Ah!

One, two, three, four,
five, six!

I knew I'd hit upon
your Achilles heel

somewhere along the line.

It's in the blood,
of course.

You have an uncle who's
world Ludo champion?

An aunt?

Cousin Desmond.

Not Demon Desmond,
the world Ludo champion.

Mm-hmm.

Desmond the demon...

dice loader.

Groovy, baby!

Stop!

Look there it is, see?

The weather vane.

Come on.

Oh...

(rattling)

Ah, gentlemen.

I'm afraid you've come
to the wrong address.

Game, set, and match.

All that's needed now
to complete the tournament

is for Tara
to find the real house.

A canon!

C-A-N-O-N.

Steed!

Steed, what's the difference
between a canon,

a cardinal,
and a bishop?

I haven't the faintest idea.

Do you know,
that's what so marvelous.

(knock on door)

Come on in,
the door's open.

Good morning.

Good morning.
Help yourself to coffee.

Thank you.

What are you doing,
planning the western defenses?

More important than that.

What,
Operation Overkill?

Tracing my lineage.

That's my family tree,
the mighty oak of the Steeds

that has bestrewed
this green and pleasant land

for... well,
for a long time.

Come have a look.

Mm-hmm.

- Have a look at him.
- Who's he?

Steed the Ready.

He dominated three shires
in the Dark Ages.

And there,
Sir Steedalot.

One of the Knights
of the Round Table?

He invented
the round table.

He did?

Unintentionally.

You see originally,
the Round Table was square.

But Sir Steedalot
had a bad habit.

He couldn't resist
whittling away with his sword

at any piece of wood
that came to hand.

I knew it, I knew it,
I knew it!

- Eureka.
- What is it?

I proved
what I've always suspected.

- Now come have a look.
- Yes, what now?

Now, going back on
my great-grandfather's side

to my great-great-cousin
twice removed

through my great-uncle's
cousin's aunt's sister...

On my mother side,
that is...

And taking into account
my father's, father's,

father's brother
who was four times removed

from my uncle's cousin's
sister's brother's nephew,

I had an ancestor
who was related by marriage

to the brother
of the father of the sister

of King Noffin
of the Fens!

It's as I always suspected.

I am of royal blood.

(gasps) Your Majesty.

You're knighted.

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