All language subtitles for T B S01E12 The Maze WEB-DL DDP2 0 H 264-squalor (1)_track3_[eng]

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(birds chirping)

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(glass shattering)

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(footsteps)

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(knocking)

- [Voice Behind Door] Come in.

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(gasping)

(gun firing)

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(gun firing)

(gun firing)

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- Morning, sir.

- Morning, fill her up, will you?

- Righto.

- Interesting weather.

- Clear up a bit, lightens up.

- Yeah, I hope so.

(gun firing in the distance)

- Shooting season's just started.

- Oh, what are they after?

Pheasant?

- Oh, pheasant, grouse,
blubber, you name it.

Very rich shooting country down here.

(gun firing in the distance)

Can I check your oil, sir?

- No, the oil's okay.

- That'll be 26 and three, sir.

You do any shooting yourself, do you?

- Uh, some.

- That's what you're down here for, is it?

Do a bit of shooting?

- I wish I were.

Keep the change.

(gun firing in the distance)

- Thank you, sir.

- I wish I were.

(car engine starting)

(gun firing)

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- Ah!

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- That's a good way to
get yourself killed.

- Please, just drive.

(gun firing)

Drive!

(gun firing)

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(gun firing)

(tires screeching)

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(bell ringing)

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(gun firing)

(footsteps)

(whistling)

- You've got the most horrible
whistle I've ever heard.

- Me?

I have?

- Horrible.

- Hey, look at that.

- He's down.

(tires screeching)

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- And that girl was scared.

I don't blame her.

She said drive, so I drove.

And we would've made it except a third guy

stepped out ahead of us.

- I see.

And he was the one that
took a shot at you, huh?

- Well, he's the one who hit the car.

They all shot at us, Inspector.

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- Mr. Mannering is here, John Mannering.

You called me...

- Ms. Winfield.

- Yes.

- I called you.

Miller, Detective Sergeant.

- Is John alright?

- Oh, yes he's fine.

Perfectly alright.

- Whatever happened?

- Oh, he says he's had a car accident.

Mr. Mannering had a bump on
the head, nothing serious.

Just happened to daze him,
but he managed to walk

away from the scene of the crash.

- So?

- Well, we haven't found it yet.

The car.

Or the crash.

But there's more to it than that, however.

That's why I called you.

So if you don't mind coning
with me, I'll see you in.

- Thank you.

John.

- Hello, Cordelia.

- Are you alright?

- Oh, yeah.

Perfectly fit.

Right, Doc?

- Physically, you're in fine shape.

But there is a possibility
of mild concussion.

I suggest you stay there and rest a while.

- Uh-uh, it's that girl we
should be worrying about.

Have you found that car yet?

- No, but we're still looking.

- Oh, that's crazy.

You picked me up about 12 o'clock, right?

- Yes.

- I went off the road at 11.

One hour.

Just one hour between my
crashing and you finding me.

Now, how far could I walk in that time.

Two or three miles, maybe?

Four at the most.

- We are still looking.

- Meanwhile, what about the girl?

- Oh, yes, Mr. Mannering.

Perhaps it will be a good idea

if you gave me a description
of the girl again.

- Well, she was blonde
and pretty and scared.

About all I noticed.

- Really, Mr. Mannering?

- That's all I had time to notice.

Somebody's blasting at
you with a shot gun,

you don't have time to get personal.

(phone ringing)

- I'll take it.

- Yes.

Well, Miller's speaking.

Well.

Right, we're on our way.

We found the car.

- And the girl.

- There was no girl.

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- Did you check the area?

- A mile either way, sir.

- The guys with the guns
must have taken her.

Because before I passed out I saw her.

She was lying right here,
sprawled half out of the car.

- That was after the
man took a shot at you?

- That's right.

- The one who hit the windshield?

- That's right.

He hit it, split it into a
million pieces, crystallized it.

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Wait a minute.

This isn't the place.

This isn't where it happened at all.

Look, I'll tell you it
isn't the same place.

I stopped for gas about
a quarter of a mile

back down the road.

Is there a filling station there?

- No, there isn't one
for four or five miles.

- Well, then I'm right.

It isn't the same place.

- I don't think I quite
understand, Mr. Mannering.

So let's see if I've got it right.

Now, you told me a country road

and a white picket fence, right?

- That's right.

- There they are, sir.

Then on top of that, there's your car.

It is your car, I suppose?

- Oh, yeah.

My car, of course it is.

The accident didn't happen here.

I admit it looks like
it, very much like it,

but it happened in a different place.

- Mr. Mannering, if you could just tell us

how it was different.

- Well, I don't know.

There's no one thing I can pin down.

It's just different, that's all.

- You're sticking to your story?

- You say story like it
was a complete fiction.

I'm giving you the facts.

- John, you must be mistaken.

- There's no mistake.

- It's understandable.

The doctor said that you
might have some concussion.

- Look, I'm perfectly alright.

I didn't dream this thing.

- Are you sure of that?

Look Mr. Mannering, in my business,

I hear all sorts of odds stories.

I listen to them.

I believe them when the
facts spell them out.

Now, you hear me out.

I'm willing to go along with you

if you'll explain one thing to me,

that shattered windscreen
that isn't shattered.

- I can't explain it.

I just know there's
something screwy around here,

that's all.

- At least we agree about one thing.

- Inspector.

This was under the seat in the car.

- Here, let me have a look at that.

- Do you always carry whiskey
in your car, Mr. Mannering?

- I never carry whiskey in my car.

This isn't mine.

- You've never seen it before?

- That's right.

Somebody must've planted it.

- The men who shattered
your windscreen and

moved your car after the accident.

- Now, listen, I don't know.

- No, you listen to me, Mr. Mannering.

You have told me a wild story with nothing

to substantiate any part of it.

Now, even here in the country we've heard

of your reputation.

You have a good record.

Because if you hadn't I'd have charged you

with dangerous driving.

- Look, Inspector, instead of accusing me

you should be after the
guys who shot at me.

- I deal in facts, Mr. Mannering.

And so far you have not given me one.

Not one.

I'm willing to concede
that blow on your head

may have left you confused.

That is a doctor's
concern, not a policeman's.

I'm sorry, Mr. Mannering,
but I've got no more time

to listen to your fantasies.

Good day.

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Back to the station.

- It's crazy.

I tell you, it's crazy.

The fence, the windshield, the whiskey.

Did you ever know me to
take a drink on the road?

- Well, no.

But you did have an accident
and you were hit on the head.

The memory does funny things.

- Well mine doesn't.

And I'm gonna prove it.

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- Oh come on, say he done it.

And you don't really do you?

It's so far fetched.

- Mannering told it with such conviction.

I think he believes it implicitly.

- I don't doubt it.

He was shaken up, his
car went off the road.

He was unconscious for a while.

He's simply not thinking
straight, that's all.

- I suppose you're right.

- You did get a nasty bump on the head.

- Look, Cordelia,
everything I said is true.

It happened.

Actually happened.

This morning, Friday the third.

I left the auction room.

I was driving down this country
road, it was about 11...

- Friday?

Did you say Friday?

Today's Saturday.

Saturday the fourth.

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- 24 hours.

A whole 24 hours disappear just like that.

- I wasn't expecting you back until today.

- I told you the auction was a flop.

There was nothing there
that interested me.

So I left a day early.

Yesterday.

- Eenie, meenie, minnie, mo, which one?

Or will you make the decision?

- Take that one.

- And if this isn't the one?

- We go back and try the other road.

I have to find the exact
spot where I piled up.

- John, why couldn't you have
just stuck to the main road?

- It's a nice day.

I wanted to see some of the country.

- Well.

- Take that one.

Enormous hand.

Seems to mean something.

Something I saw.

There was a hand pointing like this.

A gigantic hand.

- Fate.

Or could it have been that
well known moving finger?

- And there were scales.

Shiny, silver scales.

And they were on something.

Some sort of a structure.

Like an oil derrick.

- Oh, brother.

John, you know this is the
umpteenth road we've...

- Slow down.

This is it.

- Can't be, the fence isn't damaged.

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- This fence has been repainted.

- Could've been done
anytime the last month.

- These bushes are broken
down, the grass is flattened.

- Tractor or anything could've done that.

- No, I think my car did it.

Anyway, we can find out for sure.

If this is the place,
there'll be a filling station

just down the road.

- Okay.

But promise me one thing.

If there's no filling station,

we stop right now.

Stop and go back to London
and forget the whole thing.

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- Where to?

- Right around the next bend.

- Right around the next bend.

If there is a garage around the corner,

it still doesn't prove...

- Look.

There it is.

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- Looks pretty deserted.

It's very quiet.

- When I stopped here this morning,

yesterday morning that is,

I heard gun shots right over there.

- Nothing special about that.

It's open season, the hunters are out.

- Hunting for what?

Anybody home?

(knocking)

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- It's a felony, breaking
and entering, you know.

If they catch you, they'll
throw the book at you.

- I'll duck.

(metal clanging)

- Shh.

What are you hoping to find anyway?

- I don't know.

- That makes it hard for me to help.

- Look, if being here bothers you,

you can go wait in the car.

- I've often wondered what the inside

of a women's prison looks like.

I'll stay.

What is it?

- Glass.

Kind of shattered.

Safety glass, the kind
they put in windshields.

My windshield.

- You're guessing.

(metal clanging)

- I don't think so.

Silver scales on top of a derrick.

That's what I saw.

- Still doesn't prove anything.

- I'm telling you that's what I saw.

- Look, I don't want to be
the specter at the feast,

but I can't help finding
logical explanations

for all these things.

- Then go ahead, explain this one.

- It's obvious.

You admitted you stopped here.

You saw it then.

I'm sorry, John.

- But there's no need to be,

because that's not what happened.

I stayed by the car.

I didn't even come in here.

- Alright, so you saw it
through the open doors then.

But it could've been that.

- That girl came running from
that direction over there.

- That's a lot of country.

- There's a village over there.

Come on, I need a drink.

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- Well, I said it.

- No, don't go down there yet.

They may turn around
and come back this way.

I don't want to see him.

- You're doing an awful lot to make sure

he don't know I mended his car.

- What I do is my business.

- Yeah, mended his car,
it makes it mine too.

- We paid you a lot of money.

Part of it was replacing the windshield,

the rest of it was to
stop you asking questions.

- Alright, alright, no need to get nasty.

- So why don't you just go home
and forget the whole thing.

- Alright.

But just one thing though,

I mean suppose he comes round

and starts asking questions.

I mean, what do I say?

- You tell him nothing.

You've never seen him before,

you've never seen his car.

- Well, what if it's not that easy?

I mean, suppose he was
to buy some information?

- How much?

- Well, that's worth something.

All this trouble.

500.

To start with.

- Just to start with.

- Yeah, those police, I mean,

if they come around asking questions,

I've got nothing to lose have I?

Just mended a windscreen.

- Oh, you put me in a very difficult spot.

- Have I?

Well, I'm sure we can reach a settlement.

Shall we go down to the office?

- Rickets.

- Yeah.

No.

No!

- Here you are, sir.

- Thank you.

Nice country you got around here.

- Oh, thank you very much, sir.

- Especially that stretch south of here.

Looks like it'd be good game country.

- It is.

- Who owns the rights to that?

Who'd I have to apply to if I
wanted to take a gun in there?

- Oh, it's split up.

Part of the land belongs to
the Martin Field Golf Course,

the rest belongs to two
or three other landowners,

The Scotts, the Prentices,
and the Osbournes.

They've all got houses
in and around that area.

You'd have to talk to one of them.

- I see, thank you.

- What was all that about?

- It's just a hunch.

That girl had to be
running from somewhere.

- From the Scotts or the Prentices?

Or perhaps she couldn't stand
the way they mix the martinis.

Or the golf course.

That's it.

She walked across the fairway
as the Colonel drove up,

completely ruined his stroke,

so he drew his trusty shotgun out.

- There was a girl.

- With an enormous hand, I suppose.

Six feet across, thumb to finger.

Relentlessly pointing.

- Hold it.

There was a cat.

A cat with eyes like that.

Staring at me.

And the hand kept pointing.

Every time I tried to follow
it, I'd run into a wall.

A green wall.

It wasn't really a wall because
it was soft to the touch,

it gave.

But I couldn't get through it.

- I think an early night
for you and a sleeping pill.

- Something's going on around here.

- And don't I know it.

- Someone deliberately
put me down for 24 hours

so they could change
the scene of the crash.

What does that add up to?

- First signs of a nervous breakdown.

- Someone who couldn't afford
to have anyone snooping around

even if it was to
investigate a road accident.

What do they do?

They take the accident and
they move it somewhere safer.

- Safer.

Oh, yes, yes, I see.

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Is this one of your days
for being transfixed?

- That girl.

- So.

- That's her.

That's the girl who
ran out in front of me.

Who is that girl?

- Sir.

- The girl here in the
picture, who is she?

- Oh, you mean Jill.

Was our junior ladies
champion for the area.

Good little golfer.

- Jill who?

- Well, Jill Prentice,

one of the people I was telling you about.

Father owns Crest View, big
house up there on the hill.

Nice chap, handicap of eight.

- How do we get there?

- Oh, best way is across the golf course.

There is a foot path.

- Thank you.

Come on.

- My drink!

- These Americans, craziest people.

- You sure are right about that.

- Yeah.

(mysterious music)

- I suppose you know my shoes are ruined.

- I'll buy you a dozen pair.

- Deal?

- Deal.

(mysterious music)

- Yes.

- I'd like to talk to Ms.
Prentice, Ms. Jill Prentice.

She does live here, doesn't she?

- Yes, sir.

She does live here.

- Would you just tell her a friend

would like to talk to her?

- I'm sorry, sir,

but Ms. Prentice is indisposed.

- Sorry to hear that.

Well, I have to talk to
her anyway, it's urgent.

You might even say it's a
matter of life and death.

- I'm sorry again, sir,

but I'm not permitted
to disturb Ms. Prentice.

- Really?

- Now, I will tell Mr.
Prentice you were here.

- Thank you.

- If you don't mind waiting, sir.

- Ms. Prentice is indisposed.

- John, I have an awful
feeling we're going

to make terrible fools of ourselves.

(birds chirping)

- Good afternoon.

Prentice, Mark Prentice.

I'm Jill's father.

- Hello, I'm John Mannering.

This is Cordelia Winfield.

- How do you do?

- How do you do?

I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting.

I understand you're a
friend of my daughter's.

- That's right.

- Mannering.

Forgive me, I don't recall
Jill mentioning you.

- It was only a passing acquaintance.

- I see.

And where did you meet?

- On the road about a mile from here.

I gave her a lift.

- I see.

Her car broke down, did it?

- No, she was being
chased by some armed men.

- Forgive me, but I
don't quite understand.

- You will when I talk to your daughter.

But I understand she's not feeling well.

- On the contrary, she's
in the best of health.

Just an excuse when she doesn't
feel like being disturbed.

- May I talk to her?

- Of course you may.

Jill, darling.

This is Mr. Mannering.

- Hello.

- He seems to think that
you and he have already met.

- Mannering?

- Some nonsense about your
being pursued by armed men.

That can't be true, can it, dear?

Is it true?

- No.

- Then tell Mr. Mannering.

- You're mistaken.

- Now, wait a minute.

Yesterday morning you
ran in front of my car.

They were shooting at you.

- I never saw you before.

Never.

- But you were there.

- That's enough Mr. Mannering.

You've seen my daughter.

She's answered your questions.

I don't know what this is
about and I don't want to know.

I must ask you to leave my house.

- Mr. Prentice, she was there.

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- You must be mistaken.

- No, no.

That was the girl.

- But you've seen her and she denied it.

- Then how can I recognize
her if we've never met before?

How did I pick her out?

- Well, the pub.

Stopped off there yesterday, had a drink,

saw the photograph and it registered.

- That's fine.

Except I never went to the pub before.

- You don't remember stopping, that's all.

It's possible, you've been in an accident.

Your mind's all mixed up.

(dramatic music)

- Marvin.

- Sir.

- I think my daughter should
go back to her room now.

- What about Mannering, sir?

- I should think he's a very worried man.

My dear little daughter
managed to convince him

that he was mistaken.

All the same, take Freddy, check the guns.

- Right away, sir.

Come on.

(suspenseful music)

- Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

- Your dream.

Everywhere you turned, a green wall.

- It was soft, it gave,
yet I couldn't get through.

- I think we ought to
talk to the police again.

- Just a minute.

I have to have solid evidence, proof.

- Of what?

- That's what I have to find out.

(dramatic music)

(birds chirping)

- You go that way.

- Oh no, united front.

(suspenseful music)

- We've come full circle.

- If I had known, I'd
have brought my compass.

You're lucky you only lost 24 hours.

I'll be an old, old lady
before we get out of here.

- I don't want to get out
I want to find the center.

(mysterious music)

(wind chimes)

- John.

- Yeah.

- Feline friend of yours.

- Bunk.

This must be where they held me.

Take a look at that.

What do you see?

- Little red spots.

A sort of rash.

- Needle marks.

No wonder I had the big blank.

They shot me full of drugs.

But not enough.

So the crash happened.

- Well, you said it did.

- For some reason or another,

they couldn't afford
an investigation there

so they brought me here.

Gave me an arm full of sleep.

Left me to it.

They miscalculated.

I woke up, started to
wander through that maze

for hours maybe, finally found my way out.

- And they'd found you'd gone.

- And they had to work
fast, cover up their traces.

They fixed the car windshield.

- Fixed the fence.

- Placed the accident somewhere else.

That's it.

- Just one thing.

Who are they?

Let me know when you work that one out.

(dramatic music)

Who is he?

- The guy from the filling station.

- Hold it right there.

Alright, now drop it.

Alright, now outside, both of you.

(dramatic music)

(glass shattering)

- Up.

On your feet.

- Alright, get it over with.

Shoot.

- I'm saving you for the police.

- The police?

- That's right, you got
any arguments about that?

- No, no except I,

I am the police.

(dramatic music)

- It's always a load off my mind

when our VIPs get where they're going.

You can call off the other boys now.

- Okay.

- All units, all units, this is central.

The General has arrived at the golf club.

No incidents.

You can come off watch now and report

to Major Daniels at the Club house.

Jones, over and out.

Want to go watch the
General play some golf?

- Later, we'll wait until
the other units check in.

Maybe Farrell will come with them.

- Farrell.

Arthur K. Farrell.

Lieutenant United States Marines.

- Yeah.

That's a dedicated group.

- I'm attached to the
police security division.

- Why'd you pull a gun on me?

- Well, I've been following
you since you left the pub.

You've been acting a little strange.

- Subtly put.

- Well then when I saw a dead man

and you standing over
him holding the knife,

just couldn't afford to take any chances.

Especially not here, not today.

- What's so special about today?

- Well, the General of course.

- What general?

- The General.

- It was in all the papers yesterday.

- Oh, yesterday wasn't my day.

- On the way back from
the NATO conference,

he's stopping off in this country to...

- To play a little golf, that's right.

- Oh, that General.

- That's right, sure.

- He's coming here.

He's going to play this golf course.

- He should be teeing off
in about five minutes.

That's why I've been checking the place.

- Did you check Crest View yet?

- You mean the Prentice place?

- That's right.

- Well, I paid them a
little courtesy call.

Of course, I have no legal
jurisdiction in this country.

But as the house overlooked
the course, I thought I'd...

- Come on.

- What?

- I'll explain later.

Come on.

(mysterious music)

- You like it, Mr. Prentice?

A handy tool, eh?

It's all set up, sir.

- How's he been behaving himself?

- Okay.

- Good.

I like that, Mr. Prentice.

- Where's my daughter?

Have you found her?

- She's fine.

You behave, she's alright.

She behaves, you're alright.

Beautiful, you've done a good job.

(suspenseful music)

- Through to the right.

- No, I think it's this way.

- Are you sure?

(suspenseful music)

- They must be somewhere
near the main entrance.

Here, give me a boost up.

(gun firing)

(dramatic music)

- Well, we've only got
a couple of minutes.

Get back to the pub, call the police.

- Get back to the pub?

(suspenseful music)

- What's happening?

- Not tired.

(glass shattering)

- Where are they?

The top room, the top of the stairs.

The second door on the left.

(suspenseful music)

- Come on.

Come on.

Just a little more.

This way.

(dramatic music)

(gun firing)

- Finish him.

(suspenseful music)

(gun firing)

(gun firing)

(thudding)

- Jill, my daughter.

- Don't worry, Mr. Prentice.

She's fine.

Keep your head down, General.

That slice again.

Not a bad day's work.

- Correction, two days' work.

(laughing)

- Uh, do you think we might?

- Uh-uh, not today, thank you.

(triumphant music)