All language subtitles for T B S01E20 The High Terrace WEB-DL DDP2 0 H 264-squalor (1)_track3_[eng]

(upbeat horn music)

(footsteps click)

(jazzy music)

(water splashes)

- Did you see it? She just jumped!

- Ah, the boat's going after her.

- She must've gone under.

I can't see her.

- You come with me son. Call an ambulance.

(jazzy music)

- I think they've got her.

- We'd better be careful with her.

I've called for an ambulance.

- I'm sorry, we were too late.

She's dead.

(intense music)

(gun fires)

(dramatic music)

- Thank you, miss.

-[John] Here.

She's here.

- I'm sorry I'm late.

- I know, you had a million problems.

- Yeah.
- Let's go.

- Can I help you?
- I want the police.

- You mean to say that
after my rush to the airport

to collect those, we haven't
even got an appointment?

- Oh, she's probably home by now.

Mrs. Thornton has been waiting for these

for a long, long time.

- Let's hope she hasn't
got tired of waiting.

- Well, not a chance.

These belong to a set of
four 17th Century miniatures

and Phyllis already has the other one.

- Oh, I see.

- They'll cost a fortune,

but Phyllis Thornton can afford it.

Plus 10 percent for my trouble.

- Your trouble?

- Must be something wrong with that bell.

(knocks)

Phyllis?

(suspenseful music)

- Not working.

- The hallway seems okay.

(foreboding music)

She's interested in spiritualism,

witchcraft, that sort of thing.

- I believe it.

- Phyllis?

(screams)

- There he is!

- Look, you've got the wrong man.

- He's got a girl with him.

- Listen to me, there was
a guy in the apartment

and he's getting away.

- You'll get your chance
to explain inside.

- I think you better take
a look at the fuse box.

- Surely you don't think we
broke into the flat, do you?

- You were here.

- And we were downstairs
when you went past.

And if we were downstairs, we
couldn't have been upstairs

where you must be when you
saw the marks on the door

and decided to call the
police and we went--

- Delia, take it easy.
You'll get us 10 years.

- Yes, yes, the young
lady's right, officer.

I remember now. They were downstairs.

- Then it looks like we made a mistake.

I'm very sorry, sir.

- Forget it.

- Excuse me, I seem to
recognize you from somewhere.

- I'm John Mannering. I'm
in the antique business.

We've come to see Mrs.
Thornton on business

and we found her door open.

There was a man inside.

- Would you recognize him again, sir?

- It was dark and he ran for it.

I was chasing him when you stopped me.

- Oh, I nearly forgot.

He dropped this just behind the screen.

-[John] That face is familiar.

- Caroline Spencer.

She committed suicide
about two months ago.

Jumped into the Thames.

The press made quite a fuss about it.

Very rich family.

- Suicide, huh?

- Oh yes, no doubt about it.

There were several witnesses.

She jumped, believe me.

- Well, if you don't need us anymore.

- No, no, that's quite all right.

If there is anything else,
I know where to contact you.

- Thank you.

Porter, are you expecting
Mrs. Thornton back

anytime soon?

- No, I'm not, sir.

- Well, did she leave
a forwarding address?

- No, she makes a few trips
each year. Never leaves one.

- Let's not forget the merchandise.

- Good night.

We didn't get very far, did we?

I mean, Phyllis Thornton
could be taking a vacation

in a Brazilian jungle for all we know.

- All right, that's one up to you.

- Where to now?

- There's somebody I've gotta see.

(machine whirs)

- How should I know where Phyllis is?

- She's your wife.

- Yeah, that's what's written

on the scrap of paper I've got.

It's the only way I can tell.

She'd divorce me if she could,

but I've been too clever for her.

I've been a good boy.

And it'll pay off. I
tell ya, it'll pay off.

- I'm not interested in that, Thornton,

just tell me where she is.

- I thought you were friends.

- We lost touch.

- Makes two of us.

- Look, this is important.

- Want to sell her something? Is that it?

- Think what you like.

- I don't blame you. I
don't blame you at all.

I don't like passing up a buck, either.

- You know where she is? Yes or no?

- You know, the trouble with Phyllis is,

she was always easily led.

She lets people influence her too much.

You'd think that money of hers

would be some sort of defense.

Boy, has she got money.

- I imagine you know,
down to the last penny.

- Ooh, I know, sure I do.
That's why I married her.

I wanted her money.

You see, unlike some people,
I come right out and say it.

Now look, Mannering.

I don't know where she is,
but I'll tell ya what I'll do.

I'll arrange for you to
see one of her old cronies.

If anyone knows where she is, she does.

Personally, I don't stand a chance,

but maybe she'll talk to you.

Yeah, that's it.

John Mannering.

Trying to pin something on me, Mannering?

Here's the address. Madame
Bregonzi expects you at eight.

She's having a little affair.

- Thank you, I'll try to make that.

- She'd like you to take a friend.

You have got a friend,
Mannering, I suppose?

(jazzy music)

- Is Phyllis Thornton supposed to be here?

- I don't know, but if she
isn't, we might get a lead.

- You really are taking
this thing seriously,

aren't you John?

Just how much did you
pay for those miniatures?

- Much more than they're
worth without the fourth one.

You're right, I could lose a lot of money

if we don't find Phyllis.

That isn't really the reason I'm looking.

- Think she's in trouble?

- I keep remembering Caroline Spencer.

- Oh, the girl who jumped from the bridge.

- Yeah.

- Think they're connected?

- Well, they have a lot in common.

They're both missing, both very rich.

(doorbell rings)

I have an appointment
with Madame Bregonzi.

- You must be Mr.
Mannering and your friend.

- Yes.

- We've been waiting for you.

- You're Madame Bregonzi?

- My professional name.

- I see.

Well, there are one or two
questions I'd like to ask you.

- Yes, of course.

If you'd like to go through,
we're just about to start.

I'm sure you'll learn whatever
it is you wish to know.

This is Mr. Mannering.

I'll introduce you all before we begin.

(jazzy music)

(eery music)

- Is there a spirit present with us?

Is there a spirit present with us?

(chandelier rattles)

Is there anyone here you
would like to speak to?

Which of us is chosen?

(wind howls)

-[Female Voice] John Mannering,
I bring you a warning,

a warning of danger.

(screams)

(grunts)

(guests exclaim)

- His name was Reynolds,

a fairly unsuccessful private eye.

He was working on the
Caroline Spencer case.

- Somebody didn't think
it was suicide, huh?

- Depends.

It's a natural reaction, of course.

- I wonder if he'd found out anything

about Phyllis Thornton.

- What makes you say that?

- He was in her apartment.

When he came through that
window at the seance,

he wanted to tell me something.

- Well, we've not been able
to find any connection.

Incidentally, how did you get
on to this Bregonzi woman?

- Her husband, a weirdo.

A complete opportunist.

- Right, I'll put a tail on him.

Oh, I checked the Bregonzi circle.

They're cranks, nothing more.

- Cranks need money like anyone else.

- You know, I have the feeling

that someone there was
keeping an eye on us,

someone we couldn't see.

- Maybe Reynolds did.

- Inspector, I'd like to have another look

at Phyllis Thornton's place.

- Yes, I had the lock changed yesterday.

- We won't be long.

- Thank you, sir.

- John, is this Mrs. Thornton?

-[John] Yes.

- Well, what do I do?

- Take a look around.

- Wouldn't the police have done that?

- Yeah, but they probably didn't know

what they were looking for, either.

- The Order of the Seven Stars?

- Yes, one of those spiritualist
things, religious cult.

Like I told you before, Phyllis
Thornton had an obsession

about that sort of thing.

(jazzy music)

- My child,

wake,

wake.

- I'm still here,

in this room.

In this terrible room.

Help me.

- Oh, is it no better?

You still imagine you were
in that nightmare room?

Still see bars on the window?

Blank white walls?

- I see them.

Yes, I can see them.

Look.

Look

at the windows.

There are iron bars across them.

Look.

- There are no bars, my child.

- There are.

There are.

I can't be dreaming or imagining.

- No, no you are not.

What you see is the symbol of your sins,

the retribution you must
bear until you are cleansed,

until I, The Chosen One, lead you

to the peace you must take.

- Tell me what I must do.

Please, tell me what I must do.

- Look.

Look.

Look around you.

The photograph of your parents.

Paintings you made as a child.

Look.

- I can't see them.

I can't see them.

Please,

let me sit up.

Please.

Unfasten the straps.

Help me.

- My child, you can sit up if you want to.

There are no straps holding you.

- I can't move.

I can't.

Why?

Why?

Help me.

Help me.

- Of course, if it would do any good

I would give my own life.

Rest.

Rest, my child.

Perhaps you'll come to see
things as they really are.

- No, no, no, no.

Please, please.

- When she wakes, let her
stay conscious for an hour,

then give her another shot.

- Physically, she's cracking
up with all these drugs.

I don't like it.

- You don't have to like it Sara, my dear.

Just do as you're told.

- You're not in the room
with her all the time.

You don't see her face.

Is there no other way?

- I'm afraid there isn't.

After that failure with Caroline Spencer,

Mrs. Thornton's considerable
fortune is all we've got

to fall back on.

I'm sure that even your conscience

wouldn't allow you to lose that.

I thought not.

If it's any consolation,
it'll soon be over.

- All right.

But if we go on pumping
these drugs into her

it will kill her.

- All in good time, Sara my dear,

all in good time.

You want me, Johnny?

- It's Mannering. He's downstairs.

- Mannering?

(eery reverberations)

What can I do for you, Mr. Mannering?

- Are you in charge here?

- In charge?

I suppose you could say
that I am in charge.

I prefer to think of myself
as the representative

of the powers that control
us all, Mr. Mannering.

My followers call me The Chosen One.

- I see.

Well, I'm interested in
one of your followers,

Phyllis Thornton.

- Oh yes, a charming woman.

Her dedication is very touching.

- I'd like to see her.

- Well, Mr. Mannering, I'm
sure you have her address.

- Yes, I tried there.

- And?

- Nobody had seen her
for at least a month.

- And what makes you think
I will be able to help you?

- She's one of your followers.

- Mr. Mannering, people come
to me of their own free will.

I try to guide them to
a better, freer life,

but I exercise no hold over them.

If Mrs. Thornton chooses
to disappear, as you say,

then that is a decision of her own.

- Then you have no idea where she is?

- No, none.

If she had wanted me to
know, she would've told me,

as I'm sure she would have told you.

- Well, thank you for your help.

(eery reverberations)

-[Johnny] How much do you think he knows?

- I have no idea, Johnny,
but I intend to find out.

It might save us all
a lot of inconvenience

if Mr. Mannering were to have an accident.

(engine purrs)

(tires screech)

(dramatic music)

- Johnny Haswell here.

Listen, we're in trouble.

- All right, all right.

You better tell me exactly what happened.

- It went more or less as we planned,

but the trouble was,
another car turned up.

We had to make a run for it.

- Mannering wasn't dead?

- No, but they took him
away in an ambulance.

- I suppose it'll be too much to hope

that you know where he is now?

- Yeah, we checked that out.

That's why we're so late phoning in.

- We can't afford to take any chances.

He got far too close as it is.

You'll have to finish him off.

Do you hear what I said?

- Yeah, I heard.

We'll take care of it.

- We investigated as soon as we heard.

Everything points to it being an accident.

- Then why did the truck driver disappear?

- What else do you expect?

It was a stolen vehicle.

- It's quite a coincidence.

- All right,

a coincidence.

But I won't buy it as a
deliberate attempt on your life.

- All right, inspector, have it your way.

What do you hear about Reynolds?

-[Inspector] Nothing.

- Well, just as a matter of interest,

why don't you take a look
at this list of addresses

and see if Caroline Spencer's
been at any one of them?

- If you think it'll do any good.

Mmm.

Pretty good.

Are these in order of appearance?

- I've already visited the
Temple of the Seven Stars,

but I don't want to influence you.

Just check 'em out.

- I'll get back to the office.

Don't say it, nurse. We're just leaving.

Be in touch, Mannering.

- Any orders?

- Yeah, it's gonna take about
a week to get my car fixed.

You better pick me up tomorrow about, er--

- Three o'clock should be fine.

- Three o'clock.

- Good night, John.
- Good night.

- What's that?

- Something to give you
a good night's rest.

- Hmm.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

- Good night, Mr. Mannering.

- Good night, nurse.

(suspenseful music)

- It's okay.

He's got a room on the ground floor.

Come on, let's get it over with.

(suspenseful music)

(phone rings lightly)

(intercom buzzes)

- Number six.

(indistinct talking at a distance)

(suspenseful music)

(gun fires with silencer)

(grunts)

(intense music)

Turn him round!

(gun fires with silencer)

(glass shatters)

- Good afternoon, ma'am.

I've come to collect Mr. Mannering.

Oh.

Feeling better after your rest?

- Oh, I feel fine.

- Did I say something?

- Your boss had a couple
of visitors last night.

Tried to make sure he
left here feet first.

- Then this isn't a coincidence.

It was delivered this morning at the shop.

- It's an invitation to
meet Phyllis Thornton

this afternoon at the
Temple of the Seven Stars.

- Mmm.

I wonder if they are connected.

It's hardly the move of a
would-be assassin, is it?

- Could be that's what
they want us to think.

Inspector, I'd like to keep that date.

- All right.

Look after yourself.

That place gets a bit kinky.

- I promise not to join the order.

I think it might be
better if you stayed here.

- Don't you believe it.
I'm coming in with you.

- I advised her most strongly
to see you, Mr. Mannering.

At first she refused.

She was most insistent
that I should keep her

whereabouts secret.

That's why I said what I
did on your previous visit.

- I understand.

- But she's still very sick.

She suffered almost a
complete nervous breakdown.

- Then shouldn't she be in hospital?

- She is receiving the
most up-to-date treatment,

Miss Winfield.

I only ask you not to trouble
her with too many questions.

(knocks)

(gentle music)

Mrs. Thornton.

Mrs. Thornton, wake up.

Somebody to see you.

- Hello, John.
- Hello, Phyllis.

I've had a hard time finding you.

- I'm sorry, I,

I wanted it this way.

Everyone here is being very kind,

trying to help me so much.

You might think it was
a selfish thing to do.

I've got nobody.

Nobody.

All I want is a little happiness.

I believe that here

I have a chance of finding it.

- I'm afraid I must ask you
to leave now, Mr. Mannering.

Mrs. Thornton tires very easily.

- What did you want to see me about, John?

- Just a small business matter.

We'll talk about it later.

- Thank you for coming John.

I do appreciate it,

and believe me,

I'm in good hands.

- Try to get a little
rest now, Mrs. Thornton.

- Goodbye, Phyllis.

(crying)

- Why didn't you let me tell
her about the miniatures?

- Did you see her eyes?

- Everything looked all right to me.

- She's full of drugs.

I've gotta get her outta there.

- Then if you think that,
why not contact the police?

- Because that'll take time,

and that's the one thing
that Phyllis hasn't got.

- Yes, she signed it.

Complete authorization
to administer her estate.

I can write her checks,
buy and sell property,

everything we worked
for is in this document.

- Is she all right?

- Sit with her.

We don't want anything to
happen to Mrs. Thornton

'till we decide that it should.

This is what we planned, Sara, my dear,

ever since we opened our little (mumbles).

Now that we've succeeded,
I'll keep my promise.

We shall live as you want,
as we've always intended.

After tonight's meeting, our
flock will lose a leader.

- The Chosen One.

The Chosen One.

The Chosen One.

The Chosen One.

The Chosen One.

The Chosen One.

The Chosen One.

The Chosen One.

The Chosen One.

The Chosen One.

The Chosen One.

The Chosen One.

The Chosen One.

The Chosen One.

- Tell us, Chosen One.

Tell us the word of the great master.

- I am your Chosen One,
representative on earth

of the great master--

representative on earth of the
great master of our galaxy.

I have brought you his word.

Now it is his wish that
I leave this place.

I have brought you his word

and now there is other
work for me to do, I--

(indistinct chanting)

- Phyllis.

Phyllis, you hear me?

- John? Is that John?

- Yes. I'm taking you away from here.

- I can't. I want to stay here, John.

They're helping me so much.

- We'll talk about that later.

- No, I want to talk about it now.

I'm ill. I'm sick.

Try what I see in this room,
I see bars at the windows

and straps on my bed and--

- Phyllis, they're here.

Touch them, they're real.

- But my children, though
I leave you I promise to--

(indistinct chattering)

- I can't. I can't.

- I'll help you.

- All right, Mannering.

That's all.

- What are you gonna do, shoot us?

- If I have to.

- You can't afford to pull that trigger.

People downstairs will hear you.

You can't kill me.

Think of the questioning, the explaining.

It was Reynolds, wasn't it?

They might even get around
to Caroline Spencer.

If you're gonna do something, do it now

or get out of my way.

- Wait, listen Mannering.

There's money in it. Lots of it.

I've got control of her estate.

You can ask any price you
like, anything, anything.

- You lied!

You cheated. I'll kill you.

(gun fires)

- Phyllis.

- Stop him, my children, stop him!

Stop him!

Do you hear?

- You can stop me if you want to.

I'm not running away.

- Don't believe him, my children.

He, he's got a gun!

- Yes, I've got a gun.

That shouldn't bother
you. You're immortal.

That's what he's offering
you, isn't it? Immortality?

That's what he offered Mrs. Thornton.

Here.

This is yours.

(group exclaims)

(intense music)