All language subtitles for Modesty Blaise [1982][Unsold Pilot]_xvid

RUN!

$2 ,000 a head for that.

Willie, the lady's with her husband.

Not the clown, the exhibition.

Admit it, my angel, you're incapable of
being entertained anywhere. They don't

sell popcorn.

Miss Clay, surely you're not leaving us
already.

Regrettably, yes. Willie's suddenly been
overcome by a wave of nausea. Oh, my,

Mr. Garvin, how unfortunate.

It's a wonderful exhibition, Owen. We
especially enjoyed the one of the clown

painted on velvet.

Oh, thank you.

Miss Blaze always has such exquisite
taste in her men.

Get the other one.

Call the police, will you, friend?

That fellow's breaking several
sanitation codes.

You still haven't told me who you are.

Apparently a better class of person than
you've been associating with.

You mean those men? I've never seen them
before.

Who are you?

I'm modesty.

It's her name, not her character.

So, my dear, just who are you?

Emma Woodhouse.

That's it.

What? Emma Suzanne Woodhouse.

Considering the circumstances, not to
mention the hour, don't you think you

might elucidate a bit further?

Well, um, there's not that much to tell.
I guess I'm a pretty routine character.

So we've seen.

I was entitled to her little cigarettes.

Now, honey, where would you like to be
dropped off?

Oh, oh, no, no. You can't send me away.

I'm sorry, dear. The adoption laws in
California are awfully strict.

Oh, dear.

Well, I admit I am in trouble, but you
see, I don't live in Los Angeles. I'm

from Palo Alto. Well, Stanford,
actually. And they were supposed to be

me, and I don't know what happened. And
I haven't done anything wrong, but they

won't tell me what it's all about. And,
well, I can show you my driver's

license, and I have a credit card.

Wang, we have an intruder.

Go to the treadmill.

Interesting, uh... Hey.

It's Willie's idea of chic.

The regulars fight with knives, the
bartenders steal.

Cooks find ways to burn hard -boiled
eggs. But what can you do?

Call the street.

Get yourself at home.

Nothing's quite what it seems with you
two.

Look, Emma, why don't you just tell us
what's going on?

Oh, um, yes. Well, um, you see, I came
to Los Angeles to see

Angel's Flight.

Angel's Flight was torn down years ago.

The only way to see it now is old movies
on a late show.

So I found out.

Oh, anyway, I'm kind of a buff.

Funiculars, cable cars, trolleys,
anything without an internal combustion

engine. Well, not that I'm strictly
solar or anything like that.

Look, Emma, I know you don't trust us,
but I... Trust you?

Of course I trust you. You saved my
life.

Why don't you give us a reason to do it
again?

Why do those hired thugs attack you?

Well, how do you know they're hired?

People seldom do that kind of work for
free.

Shall we try torture?

Miss Woodhouse, if you do not reveal the
information we require,

you'll be sent to bed without dinner.

Oh, dear.

Well, I really am quite embarrassed.
It's just that I'm not basically

a mendacious person.

I don't like to lie.

I interface primarily with computers,
and you can't lie to one of them.

Sometimes I wish... People would be that
straightforward.

But I'm sorry.

I can't tell you the who, what, when,
where, why of it all.

Don't feel bad. I wouldn't trust us
either.

You're nothing about Willie or me.

Well, I know that I like you.

Does that count?

It counts a lot with us.

Look, I'm going to leave you here. But
don't be afraid. You'll be safe.

except maybe from willie oh i'm not
worried about him thanks a lot

Can I give you a light?

Or do you only smoke after me looks up?

I don't smoke.

Where did you come from?

You mean your mother never told you?

Pull up your pants leg.

Oh, come on, Miss Blaze. Give me up.

Army issue shoes and socks.

Right.

Second lieutenant?

First lieutenant.

Well, Mr. First Lieutenant, why don't
you tell your boss if he wants to see

All he has to do is ring the bell.

But not before ten.

I plan to sleep.

I'm Gerald Tarrant.

I am Queen. I am here to see Miss
Modesty Blade.

We'll see about that.

Good morning.

You share my fondness for cats.

As a matter of fact.

I hate little devils.

My hands?

Oh, I'm afraid I couldn't do that.

But I will relieve you of Emma
Woodhouse.

That poses some problems.

The first of them being that I haven't
the slightest idea what you're talking

about. Forgive me.

I'm Gerald Tarrant, Deputy Director of
the American Institute of Mental Health,

and... And you just happen to have the
same name as the Gerald Tarrant who's

head of the Special Intelligence Bureau.

You'll forgive my little attempt at
duplicity. But you'll forgive our not

believing another word you say.

Will you join me for breakfast?

You have a very interesting history,
Miss Blaze.

It seems you've managed to never reveal
your country of origin or your date of

birth.

I call it Gwen.

But we know that as a child you wandered
across Europe, later lived in the

Middle East, and... My word.

Spent time in the western Sahara with
the Tuaregs?

Isn't that the tribe that dresses
completely in blue?

Yes, they were all blue.

And so was I.

I don't wish to appear rude, but it
would appear that you've either been on

run or in trouble most of your life.

At 18, you were spinning a roulette
wheel at a questionable gambling casino

Tangier. Oh, there was nothing
questionable about it.

He was crooked.

After that, you were rumored to have
taken over a small gang and turned it

an international syndicate. The Network,
I believe it was called.

Sometime later, you recruited Willie
Garvin, and wherever you and Willie

trouble followed.

You just happened to be in Florence when
a Tintoretto was stolen from the Peaty

Gallery, and when Lady Corday's Fabergé
tiara was lifted during a performance

of Turandot at Covent Garden, you and
Willie were in the audience.

None of this was ever proved, of course.

Mr. Tarrant, it may surprise you to know
that I am quite familiar with the

rumors of my past.

What are you trying to tell me?

That if you don't hand Emma Woodhouse
over to me, the body of evidence

herein will be turned over to the
Justice Department.

Then, circumstantial or no, you will be
involved in the law courts long enough

to wind up as you began, a barefoot
orphan girl.

We have unlimited resources.

Willie and I earned our fortune the hard
way.

Anyway, we're retired now. Case closed.

So while you're at it, add this to your
files.

Blackmail doesn't work with me.

I'd very much like to know what does
work with you.

Fortune cookies for breakfast? I would
consider this a bit ethnic.

The stuffed shirt is real Gerald
Tarrant.

Honest. Respected.

Also cunning.

Ruthless.

Watch out.

I call few the right people.

Apparently.

May I?

What's it say?

I won't repeat it in mixed company.

Besides, I don't think it's possible.

Come on, eat your cookie.

Then we'll go visit your Miss Woodhouse.

Emma, by any chance, explained her
situation to you?

Well, I haven't told them anything
because you told me not to. And they

me anyway, which is more than I can say
for you. Emma was a graduate associate

of two professors who, with her able
assistance, developed the MRX

computer. Cryptography is the
enciphering and deciphering of codes.

Thank you, dear.

Work on the MRX was done under a defense
contract.

So when Dr. Schiller and Hardy met with
mysterious accidents... Within hours of

each other.

Naturally, the Special Intelligence
Bureau was called in.

You see, Emma is now the only one left
alive who fully understands the

What computer?

Well, the SIB was busy watching me. The
prototype for the MRX was stolen.

And what's worse, a perfectly lovely
economist who has nothing to do with any

this except... Except for...

Knowing me.

Well, he's been kidnapped.

And he may be, he just may be dead.

Love for sale.

Leah.

DB wants you.

Again?

Tell her I'll be down directly.

Vaunt now.

With his constant alarums and
excursions, I don't have a moment's

might as well have been really
kidnapped.

What makes you think you won?

I'll remind you, Mr. Farge, that this
whole masterwork is my creation.

No, Mr. Basin.

Your idea.

My creation.

For an intelligent man, it's taken you a
very long time to get the point.

Until our plan is brought to fruition,
you are a prisoner here.

An honored prisoner, but nevertheless a
prisoner.

All right, Debbie, what is it now?

I just got a call from those two idiots
I sent after that little tramp, Emma

Woodhouse. Not only did the fools fail,
but she's now under the protection of

Modesty Blades.

Who's that?

Somebody you'd rather like, actually.

What with your penchant for forceful
women.

However, the two of you won't be
meeting.

I'm arranging a tragic accident which
will remove her from the scene.

I rather hate to do it, but it's the
only way that I can get at that

twerp. I told you repeatedly that I have
everything there is to get out of Emma.

We have no further use for the child.

I have to... shoes between you and Emma.

Emma lost.

When I'm done with her, there won't be
any more lip on it, Woodhouse.

Just booze.

What's left if I won't even fit in a
shoebox?

Booze. Oh, very good now.

You're turning into quite the linguist.

Booze. Will you get that cream?

Out of here, I can't think with him
around.

Thinking's not why he can run.

Are you and Modesty lovers?

You see, I just can't tell.

A long time ago, about when you were
playing jacks. Oh, I didn't play jacks.

did differential equations.

Poor kid.

Anyway, I was in Cambodia.

It's Campuchia now.

Funny how you turn your back and they
change the name of a country.

I won't tell you what I was doing there
because I'm not too proud of it.

Oh, couldn't have been that bad.

There was a difference of opinion on
that.

I ended up in a local jail or cesspool,
actually.

In for a hard time.

Crazy thing is I didn't even care.

That's what I was like then.

Well, modesty came along.

She was younger then than you are now.

Paid the bribe and got me out.

Claimed she saw something in me.

Lord knows what.

I was nasty and dumb.

She decided I had possibilities.

Tell me what I know.

I don't mean about the fighting.

That I always know.

I'm at my best with her.

But we're not lovers.

Modesty blades.

We'll continue in a moment.

So I was accepted at Stanford when I was
15, and I was supposed to get my

bachelor's degree, but after two years,
they realized I was really quite beyond

that, so they let me in graduate school.
Then after another year, they said I

could go into the PhD program under Dr.
Schiller and Harding, who were working

on the MRX.

Well, you see, it all went so fast
because, oh, in just a very narrow way,

sort of a genius.

Oh, uh, does that sound like I'm
bragging?

Yes, dear.

Ready? Let her go.

You're still off the mark.

Try again.

My, that's incredible.

Can I try?

Knife or gun?

Oh, no, I don't like guns. They're too
loud.

That's what I like about the blade.

Are you left hand or right?

Right.

Hold it by the handle.

Stand sideways.

And look toward them like that.

Go.

Oh.

Oh, dear.

I'm sorry. I didn't... Oh.

to leave.

What's that for me?

Swing drunk as a skunk.

Miles, will you put the bed upstairs?

And don't use the waterbed.

What a lovely night.

I'll agree.

Anything would smell good after that bar
of yours.

Willie, get rid of this.

Okay, Princess.

When you get rid of Wayne.

Hello, Kitty.

We were lucky Modesty knew that
Cadillacs don't leak mineral oil.

Honey, do you mind turning in? I want to
talk to Willie a few minutes, okay?

Oh, sure.

Good night.

Good night.

Well, what do you think?

She's irresistible.

Don't look at me like that.

She's old enough and she's precocious.

Get serious.

I was waiting for you to do it first.

Tarrant has a reputation for being
shrewd.

When he threatened me with legal action,
I told him to take a flying leap.

And he didn't care.

What do you think he really wants?

More than just a watchdog job.

He wants us involved in a people way.

To do something he doesn't want to do
himself.

The question is, are we going to do it?

You're still the boss.

Terrence, no fool.

When he's ready for us to act, he'll
tell us what we need to know.

And if he runs true to form, he'll ask
us to do exactly the opposite of what he

wants.

Good morning. We'd like to see Miss
Blaze, please.

Who should I say is calling?

You know perfectly well who I am, Wang.

Remind me, Terrence.

Wang, are you being offensive?

I'm trying, but I got a hangover. You
ever try sleeping on an empty water bed?

We shall have to take Emma with us.
We're going to place her in protective

custody.

What are you talking about?

You can't just... Emma, let Mr. Tarrant
go on. You see, in light of the

situation in Mexico, we have no other
choice.

What situation in Mexico?

That is not your concern.

Now, Jack, don't be rude.

Their lives have been placed in
jeopardy. We owe them some explanation.

So why don't you give it to them?

We've received information that Leo
Bazin is alive and hiding in Mexico.

He's teamed up with a woman named Debbie
DeFarge, a cold, ruthless killer.

It appears that she's behind the theft
of the MRX.

Whatever her plan, Emma seems to pose a
threat to it.

How peculiar.

So, Emma goes with us.

You have no right to put me in prison.

Willie, you won't let them, will you?
I'm sorry, Emma, but I'm afraid you're

going to have to go with them. It's been
a pleasure as usual, Mr.

Tarrant.

Yes, well... Tarrant, have you ever
tried a direct approach?

No. Does it ever work?

It works with that.

Let it be as long as you go.

Vamanos.

All right.

Does it hurt?

No.

No. I didn't think so.

That does it.

The fortress is a very strong place.
Maybe 20 guards.

And inside it is like a maze.

It would be very easy to lose our way.

Jacido, I want you to stay here and take
care of Emma.

It's almost dark now.

If Willie and I are back by daylight,
take her to the American Embassy in

City, okay?

Si, si.

Don't worry, Emma.

You'll be safe with Jacido.

What about you?

And who's going to operate the computer?

We'll just have to improvise.

What can you tell me about the MRX?

How do you activate it?

Well, there is a switch that says on and
off.

Terrific.

What took you so long?

Very funny.

Is that the M .R .X., Princess?

Well, it looks like the diagrams.

Mr. Woodhouse, where are you now?

Stock

prices.

Curious, sir, and curious.

Intruders on 12.

Seal off the exit. Compute on site.

Boom!

Yes, dear.

Billy, close the door!

Billy!

Miss Blaze, I'm Leo Bazin.

The evil mastermind? I have that
distinction.

Who's ever in charge here certainly have
a lovely place here.

We better be heading home now.

Akira!

Wait. Violence is hardly necessary.

Please, sit down, Mr. Barber.

Just what are you up to?

Merely exercising genius.

I thought it all up myself.

Shut up, Leo.

Let me guess.

We use the MRX to break the codes used
by stockbrokers.

And then you'll be able to control the
buy and sell orders on the floor of the

New York Stock Exchange.

Very good, Miss Blake.

And by the very end of the business day
tomorrow, I, with the hundred million

dollars at my disposal, I shall own a
controlling interest in several of the

major American industries.

Interesting.

If the prices dropped low enough, a
hundred million could buy several

dollars worth of blue -chip stocks.

And now I rather imagine you want to
call your broker and liquidate your

position.

Speaking of liquidation...

I'm afraid I shall have to remove your
shirt, Mr. Garland.

Drop your pants.

Akira?

It's a pity you're on the wrong side.

Well, Princess, so far we're doing fine.

They're playing right into our hands.

We are blundering about a bit more than
usual.

Modesty.

Willie.

What are you doing here?

Looks like she's been drugged.

Those goons just shot down Mr. DeFala.
It was all my fault. He was carrying me

because I couldn't walk.

Calm down, Emma.

We'll be all right.

He was just as nice as ever.

prisoner here just as much as we are.
Only Debbie has him on a longer leash.

She's very frightening, don't you think?

The thought had crossed my mind.

How is it that Leo knows how to work the
MRX, Emma?

Well, I might as well tell you.

I probably was a little careless about
the MRX with Leo. You know how I just...

Just talk to Leo. I really

had a crush on him.

And I sort of got carried away.

Do you say that?

I don't.

But I've heard it said.

Well, I probably told him enough

so that he could operate it himself.

There, I said it.

Leo must be twice your age.

But then again, so is Billy.

You won't tell Willie about Leo, will
you?

Of course you won't. You're so terrific.

What are you two whispering about, huh?

Just trading recipes.

Hey, handsome.

Hey!

These cups hurt.

Please, don't leave.

They're out of their cells.

Leo, meet me in the computer room.

My pedicure's ruined.

Better hurry. That stock market will
open on the East Coast any time now.

Think about it, Leo.

In a few moments, the New York Stock
Exchange opens.

And this little jewel has already
stacked up enough phony sell orders to

panic.

Oh, my God. I love a good disaster in
the morning.

Fish through loose.

Oh, forget about it.

The guards will take care of them.

And even if they do break in here, so
what?

The computer is programmed to run by
itself.

Neil, did I ever thank you for the great
job that you've done?

In your way.

Sit back.

We'll learn.

Enjoy this.

At the right moment, our Swiss
associates will spend a hundred million

And then I'll be rich and infamous.

Hold it!

What do you got in that bag?

Zarbik's dumbbells. I love this guy.

this way. Keep the cars off my back.

Come on, Emma. You're on.

IRB for $20. General automotive at $5.
Oh, it's glorious.

And I did it.

are unloading everything.

I wouldn't do anything to upset me.

I'm remarkably paranoid when I have a
gun in my hand.

You're too late anyway.

How do we stop the computer?

That's the beautiful part.

It's impossible.

The circuits are in case -hardened
steel.

The program is automated, and the
communication cable goes right through

stone floor.

He's telling the truth. I can't turn it
off.

The cable must be patched into the
Mexican phone line.

There's not a thing anybody can do.
We'll see about that.

What are you doing?

Just getting the weather report.

You're tying up the line.

Of course.

You don't need a weatherman to know
which way the wind blows.

I am going to hang up that phone myself.

Check the stock prices.

The prices are climbing.

It's a rally.