All language subtitles for 631. Who Was That Man I Saw You With

(theme music plays)

(engine sputters)

Beautiful gun,
Tara.

Tara:
It is, isn't it?

My uncle had
it made specially.

Then he never used it.

Why not?

Oh, the young man married my
cousin of his own free will.

Are you sure you don't want
to come sailing with me?

February and the Channel
is not my idea of heaven.

No, I'm going to the heart of
the country, shooting, fishing,

fine wine, good food,
away from it all.

(doorbell rings)

Sergeant Groom,
nice to see you, old chap.

You're looking very fit.
I don't know how you do it.

The years just don't seem
to leave any mark on you.

- Thank you, sir.
- Well, isn't that lovely?

- She's a beauty, isn't she?
- Yes, sir.

Now be a good chap,
will you,

give Sexton and Lomax
a hand with the bags?

I don't think
we've met before, sir.

- I'm Sergeant Groom.
- But of course, you are.

Will you take those, too,
Sergeant?

Well, isn't this
a charming room.

It's absolutely charming.

And a log fire.

You can keep all your modern
heating methods,

nothing compares
with an English log fire

for keeping out
the chill of February.

- Good morning.
- Laura, my dear Laura.

You look absolutely lovely.
There's no doubt about it.

The country life suits you.
There's no other word for it.

- You look radiant.
- Thank you.

Good morning, Mrs. Bassett.

Oh, Groom, put my bag into
the blue room, will you.

The others go into
the guest room.

Oh, leave the attaché case
down here.

- The guest rooms aren't ready.
- Don't you worry about that.

Sexton and Lomax are perfectly
well house-trained.

They will do all
that has to be done.

I didn't like
your curtains at all,

but these apples
are really lovely.

Of course,
you haven't met before.

Circe Bishop,
Laura Bassett.

Hello.

Oh, I always use my left hand
when I meet people.

It confuses them.

I think the white walls
are very nice, though.

Circe works very hard
at being a character.

Don't you, Circe, my dear?

Now, why don't you go upstairs
and get yourself ready.

Ciao.

Look, this may seem awful,

but I honestly don't remember
our meeting.

Well, that's perfectly
understandable, my dear.

Don't give it
another thought.

- You're friends
of my husband?
- Where is Bill?

Oh, he won't be long.

It's just that he didn't tell me
we were having guests.

There's no reason why
he should.

Now what's for lunch?

- To tell you the truth,
I am famished.
- Laura: Lunch?

Now don't you worry your pretty
little head about it.

We'll let Sexton take over
the kitchen.

He loves to cook.

It's perfect up there,
a lovely view.

- Bill: Laura, darling.
- There's Bill.

Oh, good.

Darling, you didn't tell me
we're expecting people.

Your friends have been
waiting for you.

Sorry.
I don't understand.

We haven't met, have we?

No, never.

- But you said...
- No, no, my dear.
You said.

Who are you?

My name is Fenton Grenville,
and you're Bill Bassett.

Well, now we're all here,
we might as well begin.

Sexton, would you please
lock the door?

Now just a minute.
Exactly what's going on?

Now, Bill, be a good chap.

Up to now,
everything has been civilized

and quite delightful.

Don't spoil it.

- I'm not gonna have perfect
strangers walking into my...
- Sergeant Groom.

I'm ready.

Oh, good.

Then let's begin with
Sergeant Groom, shall we?

Would you walk over
to the table, Sergeant?

Now I don't want you
to struggle.

It isn't going to hurt.

Now, don't be heroic, Bill.
You're next.

You'll see.
It won't hurt at all.

Excuse me.

Please don't struggle.

We'll leave you till last,
my dear.

I want you to see this.
Circe.

The address where I'm staying.

Oh, thanks.

There's one other thing.

You might like to call in
on your way back.

I know they'd love
to see you.

Oh, I will.

Right, lights off,
windows locked,

pencils, writing paper,

your address.

Thanks.

(rolling tongue)

It's aw...

It's awful coffee.
It's not fresh.

You'd think people who lived
in a house like this

would at least
afford fresh coffee.

I'd like to pilot an airplane.

That's what I'd really
like to do.

Just me and all that sky.

I'd fly and fly

and fly and fly.

- It's awful coffee.
- It's not fresh.

- Ah, coffee.
- It's awful.

- Will you join me?
- How long is this going on?

I don't think
they want any coffee.

Well, I don't blame them.
It's awful.

You could at least tell us
the reason for all this.

- Incidentally, Sexton,
the veal was superb.
- My own recipe.

Oh, it was quite superb.

Sexton is going to open
a restaurant of his own one day.

Just a tiny place,
no more than 10 tables

for people who really care
about food with fresh coffee.

For heaven's sake,
what are you trying to do?

Why?
What's all this about?

I can't bear raised voices,

and hysteria in a man
is very unbecoming.

If you'll excuse me,
I must talk with Lomax.

We shan't be watching you
all the time,

but, honestly,
I do think it would be better

if you didn't try
to leave the house.

I want to try something,
sir.

Shh.

I'm gonna try and get
to the village.

- No, Bill.
- Let me do it, sir.

- You stay and look after
Mrs. Bassett.
- Please don't go, Bill.

- She's right, sir.
- All right.

- What'd she do to us?
- I don't know.

If they're in the turret room,

they'll see you if you
go this way.

My best chance is out
through the front.

Yes, but the girl
is out there.

If you could get her
away from there.

I'd only need a few seconds.

The one in the kitchen,
what about him?

Bill: Just hope he stays
there for a while.

Laura: I can talk
to the girl.

I might even be able
to get her out of the hall.

Well, then try it.
Use your own judgment, Groom.

I'll keep an eye on the kitchen
door, but once you start to go,

- don't stop for anything.
- You can depend on that, sir.

I'll be back in 20 minutes
with all the help we need.

I'm going to tell on you.

What will you give me
if I don't?

Now, Groom, now!

They've locked it.

The other key.
Quick.

This should prove an interesting
object lesson.

Oh, and please let Circe go.

Bill: You can't stop him now.
He's got away.

Go out and get him,
will you?

I imagine he's somewhere between
the gate and the shrubbery.

May I have the key, please,
Mrs. Bassett?

I think this hallway
is terribly attractive,

but then you were an interior
designer, weren't you, Laura?

I still don't like
the curtains.

Don't you understand, Grenville,
Groom's got away.

Those two haven't a hope
of catching him.

Whatever it was you wanted
to do won't work now.

Groom will be back with help.

I need to get Sexton
to make me a sandwich.

Listen, it's over.
You're finished.

Now get out of here!

I'm glad it wasn't either of you
that made the break.

You're both
such delightful people.

However, I trust that
you will both learn

from Sergeant Groom's
unfortunate demise.

- How did you kill him?
- Oh, that's not important.

Now, the important thing is that
you're both equally vulnerable.

You live or you die.

It's totally in my hands.

I do want you
to understand that.

Good.

Then from this moment on,
you will both cooperate fully

and do precisely
what you are told.

Now, about a dinner
this evening,

what gastronomic delights have
you prepared for us, Sexton?

Or perhaps you'd
rather surprise us.

February is an awful month
for table setting.

No garden flowers.

And I do like flowers
on my table.

Have we time for one more sherry
before we dress for dinner?

Yes, of course, sir.

Will you join me?

(horn honks)

Happy Christmas.

Happy Christmas.
Hello, Bill. Hello, Laura,

and hello, Wotan.

Compliments of the season.

Just a little something
for the tree.

- John.
- Laura, good...

- Good to see you again.
- Good to see you, John.

And you too, Bill.
So we've got other guests.

It's gonna be the greatest
Christmas we've ever had.

- John Steed.
- Fenton Grenville.

Now what's all this
about Christmas?

Bill, you haven't told them
about Christmas?

You haven't told them.

To tell you the truth,
we'd forgotten.

Forgotten Chris... not to worry.
I will explain.

You see, Bill and I, we were
taken prisoner in Nanking.

There was no window in the cell.
We lost all track of time.

And so we made
our own calendar.

Eventually we found
we'd celebrated
Christmas in February.

So they've been celebrating
their own special Christmas

ever since,

only this time,
we really had forgotten.

Oh, don't worry
about that, Laura.

The main thing is we are all
here together.

Now any other guests?

Yes, my two assistants
and my niece.

Your niece... well, that makes
one, two, three, seven.

Great for party games.

Now, I have the crackers,
the party hats,

the lot in the car.

It'll be just like old times.

Then I consider myself
fortunate to be able

to join your celebration,
Mr. Steed.

We were just about
to change for dinner.

Shall we leave the rest of
the introductions until then?

I think that's
a very good idea.

I'll just collect my things.

Steed: And again,
happy Christmas.

Why didn't you tell me?

We'd forgotten.
It's true.

All right, all right.

We'll go through
with the charade.

We're business associates,

but if he guesses
there's anything wrong,

if you even hint at it,
you are dead.

You wish to hear it
again, Mr. Steed?

No, I don't think so.
Let's go ahead.

Very well.
Shall I begin?

Scarafino's concerto
for percussion and woodwind.

That's very good.
That's perfectly right.

Now your turn.

Conducted by...

Hempel Hoffer.

That magic baton.
You can't mistake it.

Steed: It's like a saber
flashing on a sunny afternoon.

Now it's your turn.

The musicians.

Oh, the Berliner Ensemble.

That's very good.

You're very good,
Mr. Grenville.

Recorded where?

Deutsche Records
Studio M...

in Hamburg.

There's a very
distinctive resonance

to anything recorded
before 1959.

Now after that time,
it's not as easily identifiable.

You're quite an authority,
Mr. Steed.

Oh, just the simple ones.
I'll ask you a simple question.

The name...
of the percussionist?

- Fritz Reiner?
- Oh, hard luck.
It was nearly right.

Now, that makes you owe me,
1, 2, 3, 4... 20 guineas.

Now wait a minute.

You haven't named him
yourself yet.

Hans Reiner,
it's Fritz's brother.

You see,
Hans uses drumsticks

that are carved out
of ivory.

Fritz's drumsticks
are made of whale bone.

That's how you can tell
the difference.

Hans Reiner it was.

You have a fine ear,
Mr. Steed.

I hope you hang on to it.

Well, thank you.

You did get Tchaikovsky's
"Nutcracker Suite."

What shall we play now, eh?

If you'll excuse me.
I have rather a headache.

Oh, I'm awfully sorry,
maybe it's the music.

Well, I'd better take Lomax
some food,

though I doubt
if he'll appreciate it.

That makes four.
How about a game of bridge?

No, I don't think so, Steed,
it's getting late,

and Bill and I have to go over
some very important papers.

I think we should do that now,
Bill.

Will you excuse us?

I haven't seen a room clear
so quickly since Freddie Furman

took a live skunk
into the Turkish baths.

Oh, Bill, the less contact you
have with Steed, the better.

Go to your room
and stay there.

You've got nice ears,
nice hair, too.

Fenton doesn't like you
very much.

He's very proud
of his esoteric knowledge.

You shouldn't have won
that bet.

- I'm a bad loser.
- (chuckles)

Do you think I'm pretty?
I think I am.

I think
I could be very pretty.

Who am I to argue
with a lady?

I'm not a lady.

That's why I was expelled
from medical school.

It's my name, it affected
my whole character.

Ah, the Greek goddess Circe
who could turn men

into wild beasts.

(laughs)

Except I can't.

I need to have
my nose altered, you know,

then I'll be
really pretty.

- It's a very nice nose.
- It's all right.

The second one I had
was best, though.

I spend all my money
on new noses.

Well, everyone should
have a hobby.

I spend absolutely every penny
I get on new noses.

(clicks tongue)

Every penny.

I need to bed now.

Good night, Mr. Steed.

Good night.

You ought to leave here,
Mr. Steed.

Fenton doesn't like you at all.

Are you going to let me
operate on him?

- (crying)
- (whispering)

Come in.

I'm sorry, I just came in
to say good night.

Sorry to have left you,
John.

It's been a bit hectic.

Oh, don't worry about that.

Circe is an incredible creature.
Kept me very amused.

And Grenville
is an interesting chap.

- You known him long?
- No.

Yes.

Bill's known him him
for some time.

Actually,
I've only just met him.

Oh, it's not important but I...

Have you hurt yourself,
Bill?

Oh, no.
That's just a scratch.

John, I'm afraid
our celebration is something

- of a frost this year.
- Not at all.

No, no, I'm sorry
about it, but uh...

Well, I've got rather a lot
of business worries.

I understand that.

I'm going to be tied up
in talks tomorrow,

- pretty well all day.
- I'll amuse myself.

- It won't be much fun for you.
- It will.

I'll take... I'll take my gun.
I brought it down with me.

In fact,
why doesn't Sergeant Groom...

Now he can come with me.

- Where is he, by the way?
- He's not here.

He won't be back
for a few days.

Oh, I am sorry 'cause we...

Well, I'll go myself.

Go where, Mr. Steed?

I thought I'd do a little
shooting tomorrow.

I want to get my eye in.

We've just been trying
to persuade John

to go back to London.

Do you consider yourself
a good shot then?

- I'll tell you tomorrow.
- We'll see tomorrow.

- But what about our meetings?
- Oh, that can wait.

We'll make an early start,
shall we, say 6:30?

6:30 is fine.
I'll see you then.

Well, good night, Bill.

Good night, Laura.

Is 100 guineas
too high for you, Steed?

It's a good round figure.

Then that's the wager,

100 guineas for
the first kill of the day.

Good night.

You've discovered
my guilty secret, Mr. Steed.

Your guilty secret?

I drink...

at least when the magic
of sleep eludes me, I drink.

Was it a brandy
you were looking for?

No,
but it's a very good idea.

What line are you in,
Steed?

Oh, this and that,
one thing or another.

I dabble.
This seems excellent brandy.

If your palate is as good
as your musical ear,

I won't dispute
your assessment.

I imagine as
you're associated with Bill,

you're probably in
the antique business.

Well, like you, I dabble.

I'm sure you underestimate
yourself.

Bill tells me that you're
an authority on modern art.

Oh, Bill overrates me.

I'd like your opinion very much
on a very fine impressionist.

"La Première Sortie"
by Monet.

Strange as it may seem,
I'm about to buy it.

I'd very much like your
professional opinion.

I'd be delighted,
but I'm afraid you're mixing

your impressionists,
Mr. Steed.

Auguste Renoir painted
"La Première Sortie,"

not Monet.

How extraordinarily silly
of me. It's

almost as if you were trying
to catch me out, Mr. Steed.

Now why should I be
trying to do that?

I shall sleep
a lot better now.

We must be careful
not to wake our hosts.

I didn't think that Laura
looked well at all.

- You didn't think so?
- No, I didn't think so.

She's probably just tired.

- Have you known them long?
- Oh, two years, perhaps.

When they're in Geneva,
they both stay at my home.

Oh, good evening,
excellent dinner.

I get a lot of calls
from the United States.

The time difference means calls
in the middle of the night.

Sexton takes them for me.

I feel very secure.
A sentry outside my door.

Good night.

Good night.

(door closes)

(grunts)

(gun clicks)

100 guineas, Mr. Steed,

for the man who makes
the first kill of the day.

Shall we go?

We'll draw for positions,
gentlemen.

- Three.
- One.

Oh, that makes you both
flank guns

and puts me squarely
between you.

Shall we start, gentlemen?

You two can beat for us.

We'll drive across
to the high ground

on the north.

Oh, and do stay away from
the marshy ground, won't you?

You could get trapped
in the mud and disappear.

Without a trace.

Well, our little wager

should be settled quite soon
now, Mr. Steed.

One of us has to be wrong.

May the best man win.

Thank you.
I intend to.

Good-bye, Mr. Steed.

You'll make no attempt
to contact him or reach him

in any way,
do you understand?

Woman:
And snip, snip.

Stop it!
Stop it!

(branches rustle)

John: Move further
into the open.

Don't turn round.

Where are you?

In the third bush
on the left.

What is it, Bill?
What's happening?

I don't know.
I don't know anything.

What hold have
they got on you?

I can't tell you.

I've got to know
if I'm gonna help you.

Bill: You can't help,
so just keep out of it, Steed.

I heard them talking.

Whatever it is,
it'll be all over by Wednesday,

so please,
just keep out of it.

Is it Laura,
is that the threat?

Yes.
Yes, it's both of us.

Steed, they're going
to kill you,

and I can't lift a finger
to help you.

If you run now,
you might just have a chance.

Talking to yourself,
Mr. Bassett?

When I was little,

I used to get the most
awful pains in my head.

I used to think how nice
it would be

if I could cut a little
hole in the temple

and take the hurting part out.

That's why Fenton and I
are so much alike.

If anything hurts him
or gets in his way,

he just removes it.

Not much moving today,
Grenville.

I like Mr. Steed.

He said I was pretty.

Nice man.

Poor Mr. Steed.

- (gunshot)
- He's hit!

He's wounded!
Come on!

Lomax: Come on!
Over here, this way!

Fenton:
Over by the marsh.

Lomax: I've hit him.
Come on!

He's wounded.

The first kill of the day,
gentlemen.

I must insist
you have a drink.

I want to make a toast.

How long is this
going on?

We should be leaving you
shortly.

Our business is nearly
completed.

What business?

Ah, suffice it to say
that it's work

of truly international
importance.

Oh, incidentally,
during our stay,

your dealings with
tradespeople and callers

will be absolutely normal.

My friends and I
are honored guests.

Do you understand?

Good.
Then I shall make the toast.

Will you please
raise your glasses?

Oh, please.

To the losers of this world,
may they always lose.

And I couple this toast
with the name of John Steed.

(knocks on door)
I brought you some food.

I said I've... oh, forget it.

(doorbell rings)

You answer it.

And remember,
completely normal.

(doorbell rings)

- Good evening.
- Mrs. Bassett.

- Yes.
- I wonder if we might
come in for a moment.

- What is it?
- Sorry to bother you
at this time of night,

- Special Branch.
- Police?

In a way, yes.

I'm Norman Clifford.
This is Corby Trayner.

- Good evening.
- Good evening, sir.

Can I help at all?

Just a routine check, sir.

According to this,

there are three permanent
residents here...

Mr. and Mrs. William Bassett
and the Sergeant Ronald Groom.

- Is that correct?
- Yes, that's right.
What's going on?

Anybody else staying at
the house at the moment?

Yes, myself and three
other friends.

Is there something
special happening?

- And your name, sir?
- Fenton Grenville.

Clifford: And the names
of the other guests.

Circe Bishop, Ernest Lomax
and Gilbert Sexton.

Just what is this?

I see.
Well, I think that's all.

I'd appreciate it
if you'd contact

your local police station
if you have any other guests

- or if anything out of
the ordinary happens.
- Out of the ordinary.

I think we're entitled to know
why you're checking on us.

Simply a security matter,
sir.

There's a rather important
event taking place
in the area shortly.

We just want to make sure
there's nobody about

who shouldn't be.

Well, thank you
for your help.

I hope we don't have
to bother you again.

- Mr. Clifford.
- Yes, Mrs. Bassett?

I just thought I ought
to mention that

one of the names on
your list, Sergeant Groom,

will be away
for a few days.

Thank you, Mrs. Bassett.
Good night.

Well, that was absolutely
perfect.

Congratulations.

Now as a matter of fact,

I'd expected a security check
earlier than this.

It's my reason
for keeping you alive.

- And now it's over?
- Well, now that it's over,

I could kill you
without a qualm.

I mean, after all,
you've fulfilled your purpose.

But I'm a generous man,
sentimental even.

You can go on living.

You never know,
they might come back.

(doorbell rings)

Bill, go into
the dining room.

Don't make any mistakes.

Just get rid of them.

Hello.
I'm Tara King.

Where's Steed?

- Such a pity.
- Yes.

He had a phone call
this morning.

It must have been urgent.

He was packed and gone
within the hour.

That's typical of Steed.

A telephone ringing is like
a gun going off for him.

We were awfully disappointed
he had to leave.

He was a... he is a most
fascinating man.

He thought I was pretty.

Well, I suppose
I'd better be off.

It's a long drive.

Good-bye, Circe.
Lovely to have met you.

- Good-bye, Mr. Grenville.
- I'll see you out.

Good-bye.

Well, perhaps
we'll meet again.

- I hope so.
- Good-bye.

Good-bye.

It was careless of me to leave
Steed's umbrella and hat.

But it was even more careless
of you to betray

that you'd seen them.

Very careless indeed,
Miss King.

There, that should do
until we can induce a state

of more
permanent cooperation.

These are radio-detonated
phosphor bombs,

little triumph
of miniaturization.

Circe developed them
and the method of using them.

She really is terribly clever.

Yes, I am.
I'm terribly clever.

I've got an IQ of... well,
I've forgotten,

but it's terribly high.

It's nice to be
nearly a genius

when you're as pretty
as I am.

Circe, are you ready
to operate on Miss King?

It started.

Mr. Grenville,
it started!

It started!

I want to see this.
Can you manage?

- Of course.
- Come on.

Just a few deep breaths
of this

and you'll know nothing
about anything.

Please, cut the ropes.

What's the matter
with you two?

Cut the ropes.
Please!

Come on.
We've got to get out of here.

- We can't.
- Why not?

You might have escaped,
Miss King,

but you've almost
certainly killed us.

Good.
It started.

Get ready.

- Well, what is it?
- It wasn't our fault,
Grenville.

We could do nothing
about it.

Do nothing about what?
What are you talking about?

- Please don't do anything.
- Miss King has escaped.

Circe is unconscious.

They shouldn't underestimate us
like that, should they?

- Tie him up.
- His lighter.

- Get his lighter.
- Oh, you're wasting your time.

- I haven't got it.
- Well, where is it?

Is this what
you're looking for?

Checkmate, Miss King.

Fenton: Now throw down
the gun, Miss King,

I shall count to three.

One, two...

Do it.
Do as he says.

Fenton:
Thank you.

Perhaps I haven't made
the situation clear.

Circe has inserted two
of her little phosphor bombs

into the throats
of our friends here.

The bombs are detonated
by the lighter.

One flick of the lighter

and your friends are dead,
Miss King.

And now if you will kindly
untie my hands.

You see, Miss King,
I could not allow you

to come between me and the job
I came here to do.

Tara:
Which is?

I intend to assassinate
the foreign ministers

of several countries.

They're meeting
at Critchley Manor.

Bill: That's all
of 8 miles from here.

It's 7 miles,
800 yards,

9 inches to be precise,
Bill.

And we need this house
for our ultra long-range weapon.

It's the only house
in the district

with an unimpeded line
of fire.

Sexton,
don't touch the lighter.

- Don't touch the lighter.
- Steed!

Don't touch the lighter!

Oh, Grenville,
the ultra long-range weapon,

where is it?

It's in the turret room.

Steed:
Hold on to it.

- Coming?
- Yes, sir.

It's beautiful,
beautiful,

just as if I was right there
in the room with them.

Do you want to see?

Wonderful view.

- Well.
- Well.

How did you enjoy your stay
in the country?

I should have stayed in town.

That's the trouble
with the country,

nothing ever happens.

Fore!

Ah...
bad lie.

We'll have a...
number eight.

- What are you doing?
- Out of the way, please.

You'll ruin my shot.

This is...

(clicks tongue)

Steed,
do you feel all right?

- Never felt better.
- Good.

The open air, challenge,
mind moving that carpet?

Coordination,
mind and body.

Tara, excuse me.
This is a very difficult shot.

What are you playing?

Invisible golf.

Invisible golf.

Much harder than
the real thing.

Needs enormous concentration.

There you see now?

Steed, I've never played
invisible golf.

Do you think
I could have a try?

But, of course, you can.

There's the ball.

I'll find you a club.

Oh, I've got one.

Well, nice loose stance,

eye on the ball,
eye on the fairway,

but not at the same time,
and hit it.

Whoops, missed it, bad luck.

Oh, well,
better luck next time.

Catch.

I think I'll have a drink
at the clubhouse.

Be with you in a moment.

Oh, pity.

You should have used
a number two iron...

or four.

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