All language subtitles for K-9.S01E16_English

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Sorry it's come to this, K9,
but you're a dangerous enemy,

and I have to destroy you.

-Destroy this, human.

Checkmate.

-You cheated.

-Cheating is a tactic
employed to alter the odds

when one is in danger of defeat.

-Your point is?

-I was never in danger of deat.

[laughter]

-Hey, you wanna play?

-What, so you can wipe
the floor with me?

I don't think so.

Not likely.

I've got my pride.

-Hey, what's with the
former rainforest?

-There are police
files and newspapers

Gryffen found in the basement,
from when the mansion

was a police
station fascinating.

Why are you wearing a rainbow?

-Don't judge my threads, man.

I've got a history
assignment due on Friday.

The impact of music culture
on criminal activity

in 1960s England.

-Groovy, baby.

Love the '60s.

-It's neato, peach pie, that
this used to be a fuzz station.

And all my research
is right here.

-The relevance of neatness,
peachiness, or pies to fuzz

is unclear to this unit.

-It's '60s slang.

It's fun.

-Neato!

-What's with all these storms?

-Another one.

-Whoa, this is interesting.

In 1963, there was
a Russian spy ring

working out of this district.

This station was the center
of the investigation.

-But I thought the
Russians were our friends?

-Your knowledge of
history is sadly lacking.

-Like your personality.

-In the 1960s, the government
considered the Russians

of any serious threat
to this country.

There was great alarm
about Russian spies.

-What's the cyberpedia
have to say?

1963 was a time of
considerable fear of war.

Nuclear--

-It's working.

It's working!

[shriek]

-Um--

-And she just disappeared?

-Yeah, into thin air.

-I was working on the
quantum equalizer.

It was going so well.

And then that power surge, and--

-So where is she?

-The quantum equalizer
maintains the balance

between space and time.

Its disruption could
open a time stream.

-She's in a different time?

-Yes, yes.

Same place, but-- yes.

-When?

-If the equalizer wasn't
stable, it could be any time.

-Uh, guys?

I don't think so.

STARKEY: 1963.

-One more, thanks, guv.
That's it.

Hold it.
-Lovely.

-That's enough, Snapper.

On you, boy.

Take hi mto the cells, lads.

-Can I help you?

-You're real.

What year is it?

-1963.

-I have to call the professor.

-What sort of gizmo
would that be, then?

-It's a communications device.

-Ain't no communications
device I ever saw.

We've been having problems
with communications

of a Russian nature round here.

What's your name, girl?

-Laura, where have you been?

I've been looking
all over for you.

-Darius?
-William Pike.

My friends call me Bill.

This here is my sister, Laura.

She was riding in my cab
with me this morning,

dropped off my fare, turned
around, and she was gone.

She suffers from
mental confusion.

Even our mom calls her an
empty teabag in a family pot.

Know what I mean?

So I'll just be taking
her home, then, yeah?

-Oi.

Why don't you two
come along with me?

-The lightning surge
destabilized the equalizer.

Jorjie's VR set then acted
as a channel for the power.

-Sucking her into the portal.
Darius, try again.

-Jorjie?

Jorjie, can you hear me?

-The time stream is still open.

We should be able
to communicate.

-I'm going after her.

-I don't know how long the
portal will remain open.

You need to find
her immediately.

And you both need your vid
com, so I can lock onto you

and transport you.

-Transport us?

-Make that three.
-No, no.

I need someone here to
help me operate the portal.

-But prof--

-Darius, I can't do it alone.

If you want to help save
Jorjie, you need to be here.

-So, let's do it, professor.

-Starkey, if the portal
closes completely,

I won't be able to reopen it.

You won't be able to get back.

You'll be stuck in 1963.

-So, let's do it, professor.
-To the portal.

-How dare you cal
me an empty teabag.

And what's all this Bill stuff?

-Yeah, I keep telling
you, it's my name.

William Pike.

What's all that Darius stuff?

-You're really not him.

-Hey, now you're
getting the idea.

-Hey, don't get your
knickers in a knot.

You're a kid.

They'll call your parents,
and they'll sort it out.

It's no big deal.

Is it?

-You have no idea.

-Morning.

Hm.

Blimey!

-Neato to meet you, peach fuzz.

-He's new here.

I'll contact Jorjie.

-Oh.

What?

Right.

I'm going to have to ask
you to accompany me inside.

-Exit strategy?

-Exit strategy.

Thank you.
-Oi!

Stop!

Another one.

Right.

You've got some
explaining to do, mate.

-You can't just accost me.

This is not communist Russia.

-Yeah.

And we're going to
keep it that way.

-Hey, why don't you
just take a load off?

-Aren't you worried?

-Me?
No.

All I'm good here was a
few old parking tickets.

[clattering]

-Let go of my jacket.

-You, come with me.

-See?

Nothing to worry about.

Just tell him who
you really are,

and where to reach your folks,
and you'll be out of here, too.

I'll be waiting.

-You can wipe that smile
off your face, traitor.

You're on your way to
the interrogation room.

Then to jail for
a very long time.

Miles Barrington Smythe.

-There's nothing in here, prof.
-Keep searching.

That photo of Jorjie
is deeply disturbing.

-Give her a break.

She had just traveled
through time.

-No, I mean the
fact that it exists.

It shows how from the
moment they arrive,

they're impacting the
world aruond them.

-It's just a photo.

-To begin with, yes.

But the longer they're there,
the greater the chance that

they'll affect something
really significant.

-Like what?
-Like anything.

The present as we
know it is a result

of what's happened in the past.

If the past has been changed,
then so too has the present.

-Uh--
-What?

-That's my great grandpa.

-Well, I'll be.

-Will you, indeed, constable?

-The suspect is in
the interrogation

room, as requested, sir.

-Well?
-Ah.

-This is Agent Barker from MI6.

-Afternoon, squire.

-Afternoon to you, too.

It's not every day
we capture the spy

responsible for leaking
our nation's secrets.

-Whatever you're talking about,
sir, I can explain everything.

-Yes.
You will.

-Your great grandfather?

Are you sure?

-It's him.

But he was never a spy.

What's it mean?

-It means the past
has been changed.

And if he did indeed
end up in prison,

he may never have met
your great grandmother.

Who would have never given birth
to your grandfather, who would

have never married your
grandmother, who would have

never given birth
to your father?

-Who would have been hard
pressed to have had me.

I shouldn't exist.

-But you do, which is the
greatest possible evidence

that everything worked out fine.

There's no need to panic--

-Professor!
-Darius?

Help me.

-This couldn't
possibly be any worse.

-Gryffen.

I need to see Jorjie.

-Can you get a fix on Jorjie?

-Two thermal images perceived.

Confirm one to be
Jorjie's heat signature

in the cell approximately
14.2 meters away.

-OK.

Let's grab her and get our
butts back through that portal.

-Agreed.

Rapid transport of
butts imperative.

-Professor, we're nearly ready.

-I can't believe you let
this happen, Gryffen.

-It was a coincidental anomaly.

We'll get them back.
-You're sure?

STARKEY: Professor.

-Reasonably sure.

-Professor, are you there?

-Yes.

I am.

Do you have visual?

-Yes.

We found Jorjie, and we'll
be ready to transport

in about 10 minutes.

-That's brilliant.

However, there's, um,
one small complication.

If you don't save
Darius' grandfather,

Darius will disappear forever.

He won't exist.

-His great grandfather?
-Yes.

It really is the most
fascinating temporal conundrum.

-I agree, professor.

A most interesting example
of Einstein's principal of--

-If I could interrupt?

Oh, yes, of course.

Um, so, you must help
this fellow, Bill, escape,

and then get yourselves
back here so that you don't

do anymore damage
to the timeline.

-That's it, professor?

Just bust two people out of jail
and travel back through time.

Anything else?

-Nothing else?

-No.
-Nope.

That's it.

Oh, and, uh, Starkey?

Darius' existence depends on it.

-Got it, professor.

-Freaky, man.

-Could say that.

Got it.

-Well, I'll be.

It really is a mechanical dog.

-You came for me.

Thank you.

-Darius would have, too.

But the professor needed him.
-Right.

-And speaking of Darius--

-You haven't seen a bloke
named Bill around at all?

-They took him to an
interrogation room.

-Right.

Next stop, interrogation room.

We'll explain on the way.

-We'll rap so that you can
get your head around it.

-He's enjoying the '60s.

-Please, stand clear.

-I say, thanks awful.

-You're welcome.

-If I can be of
any assistance, I

happen to know where the
interrogation room is.

-Excellent.

-What a jolly clever
little mechanical dog.

-This unit does not
appreciate patting.

This unit is not a dog.

This unit is a
cybernetic construction

containing quantum
consciousness.

I am capable of
logical deduction.

-We need to give the portal
all the power we can.

-How?

-The same way it
powered up before.

Light.

The electrical surge will
run directly to the STM.

All we need is someone to hold
the antenna out the window.

-Someone?

-It's perfectly safe.

The antenna dish
will protect you.

Plus, I have these.

You know how my agoraphobia is.

Just the idea of sticking
my head out that window--

think of the children.

-Now, the rooms
are up the stairs.

-We need a distraction.

K9?

[screaming]

[crash]

-Allow me.

I say, there's been
a jolly awful crash.

-Wait a minute.

I know you.
-Oh, dear.

-Let's go.

-Let me ask again.

-How did Russian documents
come to be in your care?

-I don't know.

I keep telling
you, I'm not a spy.

-Yet there they were.

What were you planning
to do with him?

-Do with them?

They're Russian-- do
I look like a Russian?

I want my lawyer.

I have my rights.

I want my lawyer.

-No, you don't have any rights.

Spies have no rights.

And you are a spy.

No one's going to
ride to your rescue.

-We're here to rescue you.

-What the--

-I don't know who
you think you are,

but I'll personally see to
it you join your friend here

in prison for a very long time.

-Does he remind you of anyone?

-Chill, baby.

-Very well.

But you're in the middle
of a police station,

in the middle of a city.

You imagine you can
all just disappear?

-That's the plan.

-Darius!

-Prof, what's happening to me?

-Everything's under
control, my boy.

He's coming back to us.

The others must be succeeding.

Action stations!

-You'll need this for the
professor to lock onto you.

Professor, we're ready to go.

Professor?

Professor?

-A problem?
-No way.

We'll be busting out
of here in a minute.

Or two.
Professor?

-How is it out there, June?

-How do you think it is?

It's an electrical storm!

-Marvelous!

-The thers should be
contacting us at any moment.

-All is well, all is--

-Prof, I--

-Not well.

-Professor!

-Well, I gave the old
blighter the slip.

Gave good chase, though.

What's the plan?

-Starkey!

Starkey!

June, we need that
power surge, now!

-Are you sure this
is going to work?

-The statistical
likelihood of lightning

striking the same-- Starkey!

Starkey, are you there?

-We're here.

-The portal's powered up.

-Just a second, professor.

OK, mate, that's your cue.

You're out of here.

-You want me to do a runner?

Where am I going to go?

-Anywhere.

-Well, I'm not spending the rest
of my life running and hiding.

What about my family?

What about their reputation?

Naw, I'm staying to
prove my innocence.

-Except, of course, he's guilty.

And he will be going to prison.

-Starkey, what's happened?

We've lost Darius again.

-Small glitch.

-The portal's very unstable.

You've only got a minute or two.

-Understood, professor.

-You're innocent,
you know you are.

-Yeah, but I've got
to prove my innocence.

-And no less, the evidence
would tend to prove otherwise.

-That evidene doesn't
prove anything.

It can't.
He's not a spy!

-Well, I'm afraid he's
guilty until proven innocent.

-Logical option for resolving
problem-- prove innocence.

-Really?

And how will you do that?

-Language is Russian.

There is also a coded message.

Code based on basic
mathematical equation.

-Basic?

Russian spy codes
are hardly basic.

-It's the details of a spy
network located in this area.

-Just like in the
newspaper story.

-Exactly.
A spy network.

Proof positive Mr.
Pike is guilty.

I've wasted enough time.

-Manners.

This unit is still reading.

This message is to
a spy, instructing

him to use his
government employee

card to access information.

William Pike is not a
government employee.

-Then it couldn't be his.

-I'm innocent.

I told you.

-Very well.

-This document should reveal
the name of the real spy.

It should only take me
to-- imminent detonation.

Get down!

-Why?

[boom]

-That's why.

-Rigged self destruct.

Typical Russian trick.

-Hard to believe it could
get the jump on you.

GRYFFEN: Starkey.

Starkey.

You've less than one minute.

-OK, professor, we're all set.

-Ah-- what can I say?

You guys just saved my life.

Next cab ride's on me.

Free of charge.

Seriously.

-You can owe us.

-We'll say hi to your
great grandson for you.

-It's been groovy, baby.

-How much longer have they got?
-Seconds.

-Professor?

-Darius!

Welcome back, dear boy.

-From where?

-There's no time to explain.

-We're losing power.

-We haven't got
anymore to give it.

-Preliminary scan
of world situation

suggests no significant changes.

-That's a shame.

-Tempting as it may be to change
the world by changing the past,

it creates far
too many problems.

-Looks like we're stuck
with changing it from here.

-Hm.

-That was very close, comrade.

-You took your sweet time
setting off that self destruct.

The mechanical dog
almost announced my name.

-Hm.

I was interested to
see its capabilities.

-Perhaps next time I
pass material to you,

you'll take better care of it?

-I needed to hide it
quickly, and the cab

was most convenient.

-Fortunately, I made a copy.

-Your efforts, as
always, are appreciated.

On day soon, may
Britain have the kind

of society we enjoy
in our country.

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