All language subtitles for The.Avengers.1965.S04E11.Man-Eater.of.Surrey.Green.DVDRip.XviD-PP

Alan?

Darling?

Look, it's taken.
Do you see?

I think you're right.

Reared from seed.

Hermisus Chlorys.
The first in captivity.

And it will blossom too,
I promise you.

You're a very clever girl.

Yes, of course I am.
I caught you, didn't I?

Hey, you'll get me
the sack. Come on.

Don't forget my
good-morning kiss.

See you later.

I didn't know
you had green fingers.

Economics. Law of supply and demand.
Cut out the middleman.

Private enterprise.
I'm growing my own buttonholes.

Oh? Why?
- Well, it's got to start somewhere.

Morning Sunrise,

A fully fledged bloom
of delicate russet tints.

In a haunting
bouquet, for you, Mrs. Peel.

I sense a bribe.

Nonsense, I want you to
get the first fruits of my labours.

What nasty situation have you
got in store for me this time, hm?

You have your own built in
early warning system you know.

A certain look in the eye.
Roses.

Roses...

Roses?
- Roses.

Ah!

The missing horticulturalists.
- Bull's eye.

Professors Taylor and
Knight, and Dr. Connolly.

All disappeared
without a trace, right?

The score
now stands at four.

Another one joined
the merry van yesterday

Walked out of a greenhouse,
trampled across a lot of prize plants,

and hasn't been seen since.

An old acquaintance
of yours, Laura Burford.

Laura?
- I'm afraid so.

You introduced me to her once.
Fair, glamourous creature...

An expert in
plant diseases?

One of the best.
What do you think's happened to her?

Well, it's too soon to know.
The whole thing's very baffling.

Four experts, all brilliant in their
own field of horticulture, just disappeared.

Have you anything to go on?
- Not much, what there is is tenuous.

They all disappeared
in this area: Surrey.

Who told you about
Laura's disappearance?

Carter.
- Who?

I thought you knew.

She got engaged a couple of
weeks ago to a chap called Alan Carter.

He's a botanist too.

I can't believe that
she could go like this.

Like what, Mr. Carter?
Exactly what did happen yesterday?

Well, nothing. One moment she was here,
happy and excited, and then the next...

Did you see
or hear anything?

No, but then I might not.

It's a bad habit, I'm afraid, but sometimes
when I'm concentrating, I turn the volume down.

But it was the
way that she went.

Do you see?
Trampled the flower beds,

Smashed through frames of glass,
destroyed months of research, almost as though...

Almost as though
it didn't matter any longer.

Mr. Steed, I've got to go.
There's a meeting of the Horticultural Circle.

Ordinarily I'd cancel it, but the
president's ill and I've got to stand in for him.

Sir Lyle Peterson?
- Yes, it's the first meeting he's missed for ten years.

Everything seems to
be going wrong lately.

I would be grateful if you...
- If I find anything, I'll be in touch.

Thank you.
Do stay in here until the rain stops.

There was something
I hadn't the heart to ask him.

Laura and another man?

It's possible.
- Anything's possible.

For instance, it
might just be coincidence.

Sir Lyle Peterson, an eminent
horticulturalist missing his first meeting in ten years.

And his home is
situated in Surrey Green.

My name is Steed.
I have an appointment with Sir Lyle Peterson.

Yes, sir. Come in.

Sir Lyle will see you shortly, sir.
- Thank you.

Would you wait here?

Come autumn,
l hope to see more of you.

Well, that's all for the moment, gentlemen.
There'll be further reports later today.

Ah, Miss Perkins, didn't have a chance before.
Welcome to our little group.

If there's anything you want,
don't hesitate to come to me.

Thank you.

Mr. Steed.
- Sir Lyle.

Tree Preservation Society, isn't it?
- That's right.

We can talk in my office.

Do you drink
brandy, Mr. Steed?

If you mean am I accustomed to
drinking brandy Sir Lyle, the answer is yes.

If you mean would I like one now,
the answer is also yes.

Good.

Man differs little from plant life.
Liquid nutriment is vitally essential.

I do so agree.

Difficult to survive without it.
- And relatively unnecessary.

Thank you.

Your call interested me.

Trees are our
national heritage.

Now indiscriminate felling, mutilation,
this is criminal. It's an act of violence.

We think alike, Mr. Steed.
- I'm so glad.

Because we're pressing the government
to increase compulsory planting in cities and towns.

Now your name on our list of
memberships would insure success.

You shall have it.

Thank you! And this is delicious.
- I'm so glad.

You know, Mr. Steed, people often
regard plants like these wax figures.

Passive, inanimate.
- What pretty hair.

Yes.
Real too.

Yet see how
these plants climb.

For all we know they feel,
perhaps even think.

I want to
show you something.

My favourite plant,
the Venus flytrap, devours insects.

It's quite a gourmet.
Aren't you, my pet?

Very partial to blue bottles,
but can't abide the domestic house fly.

However, I have a treat for
you today, specially imported.

Now, see how you like these.

Here, now then, you have that.

Now, now, now, don't snap.

That's right.
One for you, my pretty.

There, that's choice.

And you, how about you, eh?
How's that? Is that nice?

And you.
All right, all right, here it comes.

There. Is that good?
Is that good?

What an interesting gadget.

Yes, it's experimental.

Controls soil temperature
and water supply.

There's no substitute
for first class equipment, or brains.

You're certainly
well stocked with both.

Oh, by the way, wasn't that Laura Burford
I heard and surely Dr. Connolly, just leaving?

Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear,
the cat's out of the bag, I see.

Well, the fact is, that I'm engaged on
some research with great commercial possibilities.

New flowering shrubs.
So...

Naturally I gathered the
greatest team of experts I could find.

Perhaps I have
been a trifle overcautious.

You're certainly very observant.

Well, the press
has been full of them.

You say you know Miss Burford?
- I've met her.

Then let's have her in.

Lennox, would you send in Miss Burford, please.
- Right away, sir.

Oh, another?
- Thank you, no.

I'd rather not sully
such a perfect vintage with repetition.

Fascinating.

Ah, Miss Burford, come in.
Come in, I have an old friend of yours here.

You remember? John Steed.
I met you with Mrs. Peel.

Oh yes, of course, how are you?
- More to the point, how are you?

I'm sorry?
- I ran into your fiance the other day.

Frantic about you, he is.
- Yes, I can imagine.

But it isn't often
one gets an opportunity like this.

It's such an exciting project so when
Sir Lyle called me I just dropped everything.

What exactly are you doing?
- What?

The project?
- Well...

As I told you, we're experimenting
with a new flowering shrub.

Yes, a new flowering shrub.
- Oh.

Well, I must
be getting back.

So must I. I have some fledgling forests
in Cambridge that I must attend to.

I'll send you those membership forms.
- Please, do.

Lennox.

Imagine sitting on that.

If my car had a roof,
I'd have gone through it.

You would have gone further than that.
These barbs are deadly.

Wonder what we did to upset Sir Lyle?
- Oh, I don't know.

Finding Laura
and the others?

Whoops, you dropped it.

Where has it gone?
- Underneath there.

I must say that
oil derrick puzzles me.

Well, whatever
they're drilling for, it's not oil.

There is no oil in Surrey.
- You called the equipment company?

Yeah, Peterson placed
two orders about a month ago.

One was for the estate,

And the other one?

Ah, got it.
They're calling me back.

It was supposed to go to some farm or other,
but at the last minute, Peterson cancelled.

Did they say why?
- No.

Do you mind.

Yes, this is
Mrs. Peel speaking.

Would you repeat that?
Yes, I've got that.

Mot Farm, Denby.

Well, this isn't my
idea of striking it rich.

No wonder Peterson
cancelled his order.

Oop, mind the puddle.

Well, after you.

No, after you.
- So kind.

It's a pleasure, Mrs. Peel.

I prefer the west wing.
- This is not bad.

What for?
- A pied-a-terre.

Steed?

Looks as though there's been a fire.
- And there's something under there.

Steed. Mrs. Peel.

Well, we have a clear identification
- And?

A spaceship,
launched about a year ago.

And what happened to it?
- A technical failure just after launching.

Poor chap died,
up there, alone.

Five thousand
miles up in the cosmos.

We tried to hush the
whole thing up of course.

Since then, the ship and the
body have been circling in orbit.

What caused re-entry?
- Ah, that's the question.

Collision.

Collision?
With what?

That, we are
about to find out.

What on earth's that?

Looks like some
sort of mad octopus.

Well, what was it
doing up in the cosmos?

From the dent it made in the spacecraft,
impact must have been enormous.

Probably weighs half a hundred weight.
- Animal, vegetable, or mineral?

It's vegetable.

Vegetable?

These aren't tentacles,
they're pappus.

Oh, pappi.
- It's definitely vegetable.

Thirty years of botany,
and I've never seen anything like this before.

But it is of
vegetable origin?

Oh, of that there's no doubt.
Come, l'll show you.

Now, look.

This is the seed case
containing the embryo and reserves of food.

However, rather damaged
in collision, I'm afraid.

And these are
undoubtedly pappus.

Very observant
of you, my dear.

Can you hazard a guess?
Which family of plant life does it belong to?

Well, it's unusual,
very unusual.

It's not tropical,
of that I'm certain.

Of course I shall want a complete analysis.
- Just a guess, Miss Sheldon.

Well, don't hold me to it,
but l think it's a composite.

Really?

You know it better
as a ''parachute seed''.

Dispersed on the wind,

like the common,
or garden dandelion.

Just as Miss Sheldon said,
like hundreds of little parachutes.

Dispersed on the wind.
Where does that little baby come from?

Mars.

Mars?
- Or even the moon.

Recent photographs
show whole areas of vegetation.

Does it also show
some outsized dandelions?

- Mr. Steed?
- Yes, Commander.

A message has just come through
from the Air Ministry, radar control.

They've checked back and they've
found that a meteorite was reported

on the fourth
of last month.

Fits in with all this.

And do you think in fact
the meteorite was a spaceship re-entering?

I'm sure of it.
Well, I just thought you'd like to know.

Thank-you, Commander.

Fourth of last month?
That's odd.

That's the day that Knight,
Connolly and Taylor disappeared.

Is there any connection?

Whatever it is, Peterson's
got it behind barbed wire.

Well, we could always
cut our way through.

You go and have a chat with the locals,
see what they know about it.

And you?

Mr. Carter!

Mr. Carter?
- Oh, sorry.

Terrible weather we're having.
I ran into your fiance.

Laura? Where is she?
Is she all right?

She's quite all right,
I've spoken to her.

Well, where is she?
- She's with Sir Lyle Peterson.

If this is some kind of joke,
I think it's of the worst possible taste.

Oh, that's where she is.
She's working for him.

Working for him?
But she loathes him.

Peterson's one
of her pet hates.

Every theory he's ever had
is diametrically opposed to Laura's.

She no more work for him
than fly to the moon.

All the same, that's where she is,
with Knight, Taylor and Connolly.

What are
they doing there?

Same as her. They're developing some
new flowering shrub, according to Sir Lyle.

But you can't lift or graft
shrubs at this time of the year.

That's what I heard. All the same
I should get Laura to explain it to you.

Call her.

What? After she walked
out on me without a word?

Surrey Green,
double 1, 4, 1.

Same again, John.

I'm looking for Joe Mercer, farm supplies.
Is he here?

Yes, Miss.

Joe, there's
someone for you.

Looking for me, lady?
- Yes. My name is Mrs. Peel.

And I just bought a small
holding near here. I gather you...

I gather you supply a
friend of mine, Sir Lyle Peterson.

He's my best customer.

John!
And a pint for the lady.

l supply him with everything:
wire fencing, insecticides, and this stuff.

What's the polythene for?

Conserves heat and moisture,
and helps seedlings to germinate.

Mind you, this is all I've got left,
the same with the fertilizer.

He's had every
ounce in the place.

Oh, thank you.

Cheers!
- Cheers!

What's he growing up there?
- I wouldn't know.

But I must have supplied him
with 20 tons in the past month.

In fact, the last
lorry load's just gone up.

Commander Davis!

Commander Davis,
come here, come here.

Now then,
take a look at that.

Go on. No, no, focus it, focus it.
Now then, what do you see?

It looks like a sponge.
- A sponge!

Oh, this is unbelievable!

History in the making!

What you see there
are cells, brain cells.

This seed had
an embryonic brain.

Oh, what a disaster
that it was damaged.

Imagine,
a plant that could think.

Think!

There, you see?

I've tried more than a dozen times.
And there's never anyone there.

Maybe the phone's out of order.
- No, I had it checked.

Are you sure Peterson was there?
- He was when I left.

I've been thinking about what
you said, about Peterson and Laura.

It doesn't make sense.

Why should she work for him?
She's got a good job, and full research facilities.

Money. Brains are marketable,
and Peterson wants the best.

But that's just my point.

Laura's clever.

She was a pupil of mine.
That's how we met.

But she's got
a lot to learn.

That wouldn't
be sour grapes?

Look, if Peterson had
approached me, I would have said no.

I'm surprised he didn't.

But for that matter, if I were
looking for the most able botanists,

I wouldn't have picked
Connolly, but Dr. Sheldon.

And why
all this secrecy?

Why didn't she
discuss the matter with me?

Well, ask her.
- I would if I could reach her.

Well, I'll do my best.

Excuse me.

Yeah, Steed speaking.
Hello?

I'm not going to wait any longer. I'm going
over to Peterson's to see what it's all about.

And I'll break
in if I have to.

Oh, Dr. Sheldon.
Carter? Carter!

Yes.

You what?

Laura! Laura!

Laura!

Laura!

Laura!

And now, as our project
is nearing completion,

I should like your reports,
in order of priority.

Germination, Professor Taylor?

Satisfactory.
Expected at 1800.

Under soil heating,
Professor Knight?

The specified temperature
is being maintained.

Irrigation, Dr. Connolly?

All channels tested,
and working normally.

Excellent, excellent.
And finally, pest control?

All preparations
on schedule, Sir Lyle.

These cells. They're
identical to the human brain cells.

Yes, but the shape.

In my opinion,
this is the seed of a climbing plant.

A bean stalk.
Now then, where are we?

Yes, the average bean
is about half an inch long,

and grows, say,
four or five feet high.

Proportionately,
this would grow to...

well, say 200 times higher
than the Empire State Building.

Charming prospect.
- And think of the tendrils!

I'd rather not.
- Reaching out for miles!

If it were allowed to seed,
it would cover the earth in well...

a matter of weeks!

Well, there'd be
no shortage of beans.

Ah, but this isn't the common,
or garden vegetable.

If it has brains,
it has reflexes.

These tendrils
would move, feed,

protect it.
Oh, I beg your pardon!

Now then, what puzzles
me is it's digestive system.

To germinate, this
would require tons of fertilizer,

enormous heat,
and endless supplies of water.

Miss Sheldon,
this has just arrived.

Ah ha, now I shall be
able to tell you something.

A report
from the laboratory.

I sent some
specimens up for analysis.

Hydrochrome oxidase!

A chemical enzyme
present in the tissue.

But enzymes
are perfectly harmless.

Yes, but essential for growth.

We may think ourselves
lucky that this was damaged.

Why?

On Earth, there's only one
source of hydrachrome oxidase.

Man.

Man?

Yes, this was
a man-eating plant.

If it had germinated,

it would have required us just as
much as we require green vegetables.

Ah, it's lucky
there's only one of them.

Increase temperature five degrees.

Please indicate rate of growth.

Three hundred
and rising steadily.

Where's Miss Sheldon?
- Collecting the herbicide.

Well if there is another seed,
she'd better be quick or we'll all be on the menu.

That's only one
of our problems.

Oh?

The missing horticulturalists,
they must have been under some sort of spell.

How's that?

Well, take Peterson.

He orders supplies, a special
drill for planting at the right depth.

Well, how did he know?
He must have been directed.

No, those missing scientists
were hand-picked by the plant.

Then why not pick on Alan or Miss Sheldon?
They were much more qualified.

Why not indeed.
Now, put that on.

Well, don't you recognize a deaf aid.
- Pardon?

A deaf aid.
- Who needs a deaf aid?

For breaking into the estate.
Now go on, put it on.

But if Alan and Miss Sheldon...
- ...were immune.

What did they
have in common?

Ah!

Now, how does it work?

Well, it's probably a
transistorized circuit. Acts as a barrier.

A barrier!
Oh!

Yeah, well, don't lose it, will you?
- Why not?

The plant's
only man-eating.

Temperature to maximum.

This herbicide,
you're sure it will work?

Oh, yes. Nothing more
effective than propyonic acid.

A teaspoon full of this
would kill a large oak tree.

Good. Let's hope the plant's
no bigger by the time we arrive.

Excellent.

Excellent!

My friends,
you've done well.

And I promise you
your services will not go unrewarded.

Your experience
will prove invaluable.

Have no fear.
No fear.

Protection will be
afforded to you all,

when we have
complete control.

Where's the driver?

I'll give you three guesses.
Come on, we'll park here.

Well, where is everybody?

The battery must have...
Miss Sheldon!

Oh! Oh!

Oh, dear. Oh, dear. Oh, dear.
How very extraordinary.

Oh...

Yucca Gloriosa.
Oh, you should see it in the summer.

It's the roof, the foliage,
the rate of growth is fantastic!

You can actually see it moving.
- It's growing darker every second.

Peterson's office.
The controls are in there.

There's the panel.

Don't touch that!

Get away from it,
you hear me.

Get away from it!

It's taken them all.
Everyone.

You try, but
you can't resist it.

I'll get you a drink.
- Thank you.

It's covered the whole building.
In a few hours it'll seed.

Keep it in. It'll act as a barrier
against the pull of the plant.

Now is there anything we can do?
- Nothing.

How does this work?

It's too late for that. It's not a man.
It's like some prehistoric monster.

The only chance is a powerful herbicide.
- We've got some.

Miss Sheldon!

Where's the herbicide?
- You had it last.

I'm all right.
Thank you so much.

Look after her.

Mrs. Peel,
don't you recognize me?

Apparently not.
Ow!

It's all around this room, we can't get out.
- The herbicide, get it.

What?
- The herbicide.

Oh, yes.

For heaven's sake, hurry!

Come on!

Do you think it will work?

Steed...

What happened to...?

Oh, that? I'm a herbicidal maniac.
Didn't you know?

Lunch first, I think,
then a meander across the Surrey down,

through woodland glades,

just in time for tea and clotted
cream with an old friend of mine.

He runs a nursery.
Grows all sorts of things:

roses, daffodils,
giant climbers.

What?
- They grow as tall as this.

What are it's
eating habits?

Strictly vegetarian.

Ho, ho...
Boing!

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