All language subtitles for Joe 90 S1 E3 - Project 90

(exciting instrumental music)

(upbeat instrumental music)

- Well Kurson, let's get
down to details.

(speaker beeps)

Yes, what is it?

- [Man On Speaker] The
three new patients

have arrived, Doctor.

- Get someone to show
them around the clinic.

I'll see them later.

- [Man On Speaker] Yes, sir.

- Patients.

- Well, they do help to
maintain our cover, sir.

- You're right.

I'll see them as soon
as we're finished here.

All right, turn out the light.

(projector whirs)

This is the World
Intelligence Network's

HQ in London.

Weston's office, third floor.

That's him, Shane Weston.

Telescopic lens, 300 feet.

Sam Loover, we think
he's the contact.

- [Kurson] And who's that?

- We don't know his
connection with W.I.N.

But Loover spends a lot
of time at his cottage.

His name is McClaine.

- Just how much do we know, sir?

- Very little, that's
why I'm assigning you

full-time to Project 90.

- All our efforts?

- Yes, and there's one
thing we do know.

W.I.N.'s code name, File 90,

and it's something big.

We want to know who or
what File 90 contains.

(machine whirring)
(upbeat music)

(machine whirring)

(upbeat instrumental music)

- Weston has left the office

and the window is open.

You can move in.

(engine rumbling)

- Stop here.

(suspenseful instrumental music)

(gun fires)

- I want everything
tidied up before I leave.

Send that cable right away.

No wait, you better try

to call Washington again first.

And see if you can rustle up
a cup of coffee, will you?

- [Man] Yes, sir.

- Perfect.

They should find it
in a day or so

but it may give us a lead.

I think we can say Project
90 is off to a good start.

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- Did he say anything else, Joe?

- No, Dad, just said he knew you

and kept asking questions.

- Harry Kennett?

I'm sure I never met
anyone with that name.

What sort of questions
did he ask you?

- [Joe] Oh, what kind of work
you did, stuff like that.

- Mm, I see.

- He asked me if I
knew Sam Loover.

- Did he?

And what did you say?

- I said course I did,
then he went away.

Dad, I reckon he was
some sort of spy.

- A spy?

Oh, I doubt it.

Um, if you see this Mr.
Kennett again Joe,

tell me straight away.

- All right, Dad.

Can I go out in the garden now?

- Yes, yes all right.

(dramatic instrumental music)

- Weston.

- Professor McClaine, sir.

Mr. Weston?

- Professor, how are you?

- I'm fine.

I think there's something
you ought to know.

- [Shane] Well, go
ahead Professor.

- Well, it's probably nothing
but Joe was telling me

about a man who stopped
him outside his school.

Said his name was Harry Kennett.

- [Shane] Harry Kennett?

- [Ian] Yes, he was
asking a lot of questions.

- [Shane] I see.

What kind of questions?

- Apparently about me
and my work.

He told Joe he knew me.

- [Shane] But you
don't know him?

- [Ian] No, I'm certain of it.

- Well you were
right to tell me.

With you know what at
the cottage.

We'll check it out.

- I'd appreciate it.

- [Shane] Listen, Professor,
Sam and I

are going to take a
short vacation

but we'll call into the cottage

tomorrow morning to
talk this over.

- [Ian] Right, see you then.

- Hm, when did this
come through?

- About 3:30 this afternoon.

- Well he must have
told his father

about our little chat
as soon as he got home.

He couldn't be mixed up in this,
could he?

- He can't be, he's
just a child.

- Um, Weston and Loover are
going to the cottage tomorrow.

Right, I want that cottage
covered completely.

I want to be able to
hear every word they say.

Use directional microphones
all around the inside,

limpets on the windows

and the milk, how many
pints do they take?

- According to Agent Six, two,

delivered at 7:00 a.m.

- Good, get a
miniature transmitter

fitted to a couple of milk
bottles and hire a boat.

We'll use that as the
monitoring point.

- We don't want to stay too
long at the cottage, Sam.

I'd like to make the
midday ferry.

- Great idea of yours,
Chief, to use a caravan.

- Yes, it wasn't bad, was it?

- [Sam] You think Mac'll
let Joe come along?

- We'll check with him
when we get to the cottage.

(upbeat instrumental music)

(birds squawking)

- Switch to three.

- Uh, Sam, Mr. Weston.

- Oh hi, Mac.

- Come in.

- [Shane] Thank you Professor.

- [Ian] I hear you're off
to the continent

- [Shane] Uh yeah, oh
just for a couple of days.

- Bring in four.

- Well Mac, we've checked
on your man outside

the school but from what
we can pick up

he seemed harmless enough.

Maybe you did know him
once and forgot him.

- It's possible, I suppose.

I shouldn't have mentioned it.

- [Shane] No Professor,
you were right.

The BIGRAT must remain a secret
between the original four.

- Big rat?

What does he mean?

- [Conrad] Quiet.

- Where's Joe?
- In the kitchen.

- [Sam] I want to ask
him something.

- They're moving into
the kitchen.

Try six and seven.

- Hello Joe.

- Hello, Uncle Sam.

- How'd you like to
come away for a few days

with Mr. Weston and me?

- [Joe] Can I really?

- [Sam] If your dad
gives you the okay.

- I'll take everything
we've got back

to the clinic tonight
for analysis.

I think we're onto something.

(upbeat instrumental music)

- [Shane] Come on Joe,
or we'll miss the boat.

Miss the boat uh, the ferry?

You get it Sam?

- [Sam] Yes Chief, I get it.

- [Joe] Goodbye Dad.

- [Shane] I'll take care of him,
Mac.

- [Ian] Bye, Sam.

- Bye, Professor.
- Bye, Mac.

- Bye-bye.
- Bye, Dr. Weston.

- [Shane] Bye, bye.

- Shall I play it back again,
sir?

- I think four times is enough.

Those Anglo-Saxon
farewells begin to grate,

and how that Weston
with his imbecilic puns

ever attained his position
in World Intelligence

is beyond me.

However, the reference to the
big rat is most interesting.

- Have we any idea what
they were referring to?

- It's obviously the initial
letters of something.

The computer has come up
with a list of possibilities.

Bearing in mind Professor
McClaine's electronic background

I take an educated guess
at record and transfer

for the second half.

- Record and transfer.

But record and transfer what?

- That is what our next
move will tell us.

(ominous music)

All right, go and wake him up.

(doorbell ringing)

- All right, all right,
I'm coming.

(gun cocks)

- He's coming down.

(suspenseful instrumental music)

- Who is it?

- It's an emergency,
open the door.

There's been an accident.

(door clicks)

Over here.

(gunshot fires)

(upbeat instrumental music)

- That rifle of yours is
most versatile, cousin.

Does it fire anything
else apart from

listening devices and
hypodermics?

- Just ordinary bullets.

- Well, I'm sure we
won't be needing those.

- Oh.

Oh, where am I?

- Our friend is trying to speak.

Now the mono-syllabic but
no doubt he will

tell us more when the effect
of the drug wears off.

- Like the secret of
the big rat.

- Yes, like the secret
of the big rat.

(dramatic instrumental music)

(laughing)

- Ah, this is the life, Joe.

- Sure is, Uncle Sam.

- Come on, let's give
it another try.

- Right, yeah.

♪ I love to go a-wandering ♪

(suspenseful instrumental music)

- Ah, Professor.

How do you feel?

- Who are you, and what
am I doing here?

- My name is Conrad Darota

and for the present you
are a guest at my clinic.

- A guest?

I was brought here by force.

- My dear Professor.

- We want information and we
will get it one way or another.

- My associate is so crude.

Let me clarify the position.

You were brought here
as a patient.

That is why your unusual attire

was accepted by customs.

- Where's here?

- Doctor Darota's
clinic in the Alps,

6,000 feet above sea level.

- Very invigorating.

There is only one way up and
one way down, by cable car.

- And we control that.

- You are our patient
as long as we choose.

(beeping)

- The detector.

(engine humming)

A plane of some kind.

- [Conrad] Don't panic.

It's only the mountain
rescue unit from the valley.

- Interesting detection gear.

It's not radar.

- No, the interference
from the mountains

would be too great.

It uses engine noise
amplified thousands of times.

We can detect any aircraft
approaching within 25 miles.

- Let's get on with it.

- My friend has a point.

The information we require
concerns the big rat.

- The big rat?

- Yes Professor, don't tell
us you never heard of it.

- Oh, you mean the BIGRAT.

Brain Impulse Galvanoscope
Record And Transfer.

- A couple of more
miles should do us, Sam.

- What do you think, Joe?

- That should just about be
the right spot, Mr. Weston,

if the wind's in the
right direction.

(engine rumbling)

- And that's about all there
is to tell you about BIGRAT.

- You take brain patterns
and transfer them

to your nine-year-old
son who then carries out

dangerous
assignments for W.I.N.?

Are you trying to insult
our intelligence?

- Professor, we know Weston
has a top secret file, File 90.

- Oh yes, the origin of
Joe's code name, Joe 90.

- We have documents,
photographs, tapes.

You'll be surprised to
hear the cottage

and Weston's office were bugged.

We heard every word you said.

- Yes, of course.

You used miniature
listening devices.

Let me see, J152s on
the windows,

dart types in Weston's office

and over the cottage door,
wasn't it?

And oh yes, a rather inferior
Limpet 101 on the milk bottle.

Well don't take it like that.

The 101s weren't all
that inferior.

- I don't understand.

He seems to know everything.

- Leave this to me.

You have attempted a very
clever bluff, Professor.

But you forget one thing.

There is no possible
escape from this clinic.

You are our prisoner.

- On the contrary, Doctor.

At this very moment my
son Joe will no doubt

be on his way to rescue me.

(gentle instrumental music)

(air hissing)

- [Shane] Here he comes.

(exciting instrumental music)

(upbeat instrumental music)

(beeping)

- There's nothing.

No plane, no heli-jet.

- Did you check the cable car?

- Of course.

It's set at top and the
winch is locked off.

No one can use it.

- Professor, you have
been very foolish.

Why not tell us the truth?

- I have, Doctor.

You'll see.

My son Joe will be here
in about eight minutes.

(upbeat instrumental music)

(humming)

- Look at him.

He knows help is on its way,
he must do.

- Get hold of yourself, Kurson.

Don't you see what he's
trying to do?

All right, Professor.

You are going to talk.

(engine rumbling)

- The Met boys were right
about the wind direction, Sam.

It's taking me right
to the clinic.

- Fine, Joe.

We'll arrange the reception
committee for our two friends.

Out.

(suspenseful instrumental music)

- Kurson found this toy
and installed it here.

I don't want to use
painful methods Professor,

but unless you change
your ridiculous story

and tell us about the BIGRAT

I will have no alternative.

- Right, I use the BIGRAT to
give my son Joe brain pattern.

- Let me have him for
five minutes, Doctor.

- Yes, Kurson, he's
beginning to annoy me too.

Maybe your particular
brand of physical violence

would be the answer.

Start the drill.

- Right.

(drill whirring)

(dramatic instrumental music)

- All right, Professor.

This is your last chance.

- I have nothing more to say.

(drill whirring)

(suspenseful instrumental music)

(dramatic instrumental music)

(drill whirring)

- [Conrad] Tell us
about the BIGRAT.

(footsteps clicking)

(glass clattering)

- Hold it right there,
I'm coming in.

- It's a boy!

(dramatic instrumental music)

(gunshot fires)

(drill whirring)

(gunshots firing)

Let's get to the cable car.

(gentle instrumental music)

- Are you all right?

- Yes, yes I'm fine.

- I'm afraid they're
getting away, as planned.

- Yes Joe, just like we planned.

(suspenseful instrumental music)

- Darota?

You are under arrest.

- I don't understand, mister?

- Weston, World Intelligence.

- Mr. Weston, what
is the charge?

- Let's start with kidnapping.

- Kidnapping?

I presume you have
evidence of some kind?

- We've got enough.

W.I.N. always have
ways and means,

rather better than your own.

A miniature device was
slipped in Kurson's passport

as he passed through
customs last night.

- You stupid fool.

- This is the section I
particularly appreciate.

- [Conrad On Recorder] I
think four times is enough.

Those Anglo-Saxon
farewells begin to grate.

And how that Weston
with his imbecilic puns

ever attained his position
at World Intelligence

is beyond me.

- Take them away, Sam.

Bunch of amateurs.

Bye, you two.

See you in about 30 years.

(upbeat instrumental music)

Are you sure this thing's safe?

- Of course it is, Mr. Weston.

(upbeat instrumental music)

- I think we're going
up a bit fast here, Joe.

Joe!

Where are your glasses?

- I left them on the ground.

- You did what?

- Calm down, Mr. Weston.

One of my many accomplishments

is that I'm an
expert balloonist.

Joe used my brain pattern,
remember?

- We're a little high,
Professor.

I mean, (chuckles), you
do know what you're doing?

I mean it's a long way down,
it's a long way down there.

How do you get out
of this thing?

How do you put it in reverse?

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