All language subtitles for The.Avengers.S05E05.The.Bird.Who.Knew.Too.Much

Percy Danvers, undercover man,
he tried to phone me a little while back.

Have you any idea
what he was working on?

Well, it might have been anything;
he covered a very wide field.

Bird seed?

Bird Seed!

What on earth?
- Was he interested in bird watching?

I don't think so.
He had a lot of interests.

I didn't realize they
included bird watching.

Tweezers.

Tweezers.

Eye glass.

Eye glass.

Hammer.

Hammer.

Pin.

Pin.

Carry on.

Next.

Next.

Steed, do you really think they can be
carrying messages inside one of these seeds?

Or micro container
or miniaturized transmitter.

Do you know they brought over the whole
eastern rocket program in the eye of a needle?

Ingenius.

Except for the fact that the
courier lay down and rested in a haystack.

You mean they...
- are still looking for it.

Now I can't leave
anything for chance.

Because Danvers was carrying
these, must have some significance.

Phone.

Phone.

Hello?

Yes, he's here.

It's for you.

Steed here.

Oh yes, when?

Where?

I'll be right over.

Pathological lab.

They brought in someone
who worked with Danvers.

Door.

Door.

Try that bit over there.

I was afraid so.

We shared the same
tailor, it's him alright.

Who?

Frank Elrick. He was engaged on
counter counter counter espionage.

Well, somebody
countered his counter.

Where was this found?

In a contractor's
yard, and just in time.

In another hour or so, and he would have
been the cornerstone of a new supermarket.

Poor old Frank,
he was a pretty solid sort of type.

He still is.

Muswells Back.

When did he leave?

Muswells Back.
It's a stretch of land near here.

They've just completed
a new missile installation.

It's supposed to
be top top top secret.

Well Elrick was a counter
counter counter espionage spy.

Aerial photo?

Flying is supposed to
be forbidden around here.

Now, in the
wrong hands, these prints...

But that's all
they are, Steed, prints.

Without a
negative, these are no good.

Frank must have been
close to finding them, so they...

Pearson.

Frank's partner.

Now whatever Frank knew,
he'd know: Pearson, Mark Pearson.

It's your sister I'm waiting for.

Pearson lives up there.

Pigeons.

Stool pigeon.

Mark?

Steed.

Muswells Back,
missile base.

Photos
Aerial photos.

Yes, we know about those.

Information,
being taken out of country.

Taken east.

Who's taking
the information out?

Pearson, who is he?
Who's the courier?

Crusoe.

Captain Crusoe.

Captain Crusoe?

You do it?

Yeah.

You have all the fun.

Commander?
Verret here.

Yeah, okay.

Pearson had some callers
though: a man and a woman.

Yes, I recognize the man.

John Steed.

Yeah.

Right.

I'll deal with it.

No, Crusoe.
Captain Crusoe.

Yes, I'll hold on.

There's no Captain Crusoe on the
current army or navy lists, they're checking back.

Heathcliff Hall.
- Do you think it's important?

Yes? Still no luck?
Well, check pre-World War One.

Dead end, eh?
Oh, and another thing,

you better get Pearson's
body discreetly out of here. Good luck!

Yes, I'll be
here when you arrive.

It's Steed we want.
The commander said nothing about the girl.

She's a looker.
- Yeah.

Where do you
think she's off to?

Hello.

Good morning.

Is this a private
party, or can anyone join in?

I'm most terribly sorry,
I was expecting someone else.

Who?

A whole company
of Marine commandos?

My name is
Steed, John Steed.

Sam,
Samantha Slade.

Well, how do you do?

Your photographs
hardly do you justice.

Oh those? Oh, Mark will
leave them lying around the place.

Where is he, by the way.

Mark?
Oh, he popped out for a while.

Popped out?

Well, what about our lunch date?

Lunch, oh,
of course, lunch date.

He had a business
appointment, it was rather urgent.

He asked me to give you
his sincere and abject apologies.

He asked me to take
you out to lunch myself.

At least I'm sure he would
have done that had he remembered.

Well?

Well, well, I'd be delighted to
come out and have lunch with you.

It is my pleasure.

You can tell me
about Mark and yourself.

Mark?

I've been abroad for
some time, lost touch with him.

You can fill in the gaps,
tell me what he's been up to.

The exhibition doesn't
open until later today.

Oh well, the
door was open so I...

Open?
Unsecured? Which door?

Don't move!

Doors and windows
shut, door open here.

The entrance door.
I shut it behind me.

Oh, forgive me.

The idea of
a door open here.

These exhibits are priceless.

I check every latch,
every fastening personally.

Twitter.
- Hm?

Twitter.

I'm afraid bird
impersonations are hardly my line.

Oh no, no,
you misunderstand.

I am Twitter, Edgar Twitter.

Organizer of
this feathered array.

Oh, Peel, Mrs. Emma Peel.
- Oh, how do you do?

Yes, superb specimens
of ornithological opulence.

And these are all yours?

Oh alas, no. Many are on
loan from private collections.

The Duke of
Duffup, for instance.

The Lady
Cynthia Cashwash.

Captain Crusoe?

You are aquainted
with the good Captain?

Oh, vaguely. A friend of a
friend of a friend of a friend...

He's an absolutely
splendid chap.

That reminds me, I haven't
paid my respects to him this morning.

You mean he's here?

Would you
like to meet him?

Oh, I'd love to.

His quarters
are this way.

Healthy appetite.

Verging on immortality.

But you were
telling me about Mark.

Well, there's
nothing more to tell, really.

I mean we get on well,
go places, meet people.

He's got a
lot of friends?

Enough.

Including Captain Crusoe?

He does know a
Captain Crusoe, doesn't he?

What's the time?

Oh, I must fly.

I'll give you a lift.

Off his grapes this morning.

Good morning, Cunliffe.

This is Mrs. Peel,
George Cunliffe.

How do you do?
- How do you do?

George tends
to all my P.R. work.

Travel arrangements
and so on.

Have you looked
in on the Captain yet?

Ah, no,
not yet, sir.

Quite right, too.

He gets a little broody
if we disturb him too early.

Mrs. Peel is very
anxious to meet the Captain.

Oh, certainly, sir.

Come along Captain Crusoe,
look alive there, show a claw.

You mean
Captain Crusoe's a bird?

Oh, not just
a bird, Mrs. Peel.

A king,
an emperor among parrots.

Well, the bird has flown.

He's gone!

The Captain's gone!

What am I going
to tell the owner?

It's a lovely car.

Why do you have
straps on your bonnet?

To keep it on.

Oh.

Well, how many
gallons does it do to the mile?

You mean, how many
miles does she do to the gallon.

Well, thank you
for the lunch, anyway.

No, no, no,
it was a pleasure.

Yeah, hold it there.

Now um,
extend the legs.

Yeah, wriggle them.

Again.

Again.

Sam!

Tom Savage, John Steed.
Mr. Steed's a friend of Mark's...

Well, I must say you're a cut above
the ones they usually send, very superior.

I know, but
he's not a model, he's...

Sam, you're late, get changed.

Um, your clothes will do fine.
- Yes, but you're making a mistake. He's...

Sam, I said get changed.

Here look, I've got all the time in the
world; it's quite all right. There's your bag.

Now, where do you want me?

Um...
over here; you won't need these.

Now, then.

Could you um...

Could you extend,
well, incline this way a bit.

Yup, face up.

Chin up.
Left foot back about four inches.

Yeah, left arm out.

Right arm out. Now, could
you look less serious, more sombre?

You're very well equipped.
Do you do your own processing?

Yeah, now, left foot in
about four inches.

Four inches. Yeah,
we've got our own dark rooms.

Much commercial work?

Well, if they can afford to pay
my price I'll do it; that's the only criteria.

Aerial photography?
- Aerial photography?

Tom, I'm ready.

Yeah, um, over here,
Sam, over here, it's a sitting one.

On the left, on the left.

No, no, no,
clear the shoes, clear the shoes.

Uh huh, that's
going to blend very well.

We don't even have
to press the trousers.

Did Mark come here?

Only to pick me up.

Face me.

You ask a lot of
questions, Mr. Steed.

I'm an inquisitive fellow.

That's good, Sam, good.

Back a bit.

No, no, no, just the fellow;
stay where you are, Sam.

I can't see him.
- Ah!

Uh huh.

You have to
turn away a bit.

Uh huh, hold, hold that.

Look down a bit.

Not too much.

Now look away.

Now come back into it.

Yeah, that's fine,
now hang on.

Could you go
back about a foot?

That's too much, hang on.

Yeah, that's all right.

Faces up.

Now, look at each other.

That's all for you.
Next costume, Sam.

Fixed him.

How?

An impact grenade.

It will go off the
moment he opens his umbrella.

And it looks like rain.

That was very good,
very good, worth a bonus.

Oh no, the experience
was enough, most exhilirating.

Apart from that,
what sort of a day have you had?

Laden with suspicion.

And a girl called Sam.

Samantha Slade.

She claims to be
a friend of Mark's.

Oh?

She works for Tom
Savage, photographer.

He employs models.

Long legged pulchritude with whatever
face and posture they are wearing this year.

Do you get my meaning?
- I see.

You want
me to infiltrate.

Insinuate.

And use those big beautiful brown
eyes to keep an eye on our girl, Sam.

All right.
I located Captain Crusoe.

But the perch was empty.

Literally.
Captain Crusoe is a parrot.

A parrot?

A very fine one:
a prince among parrots.

But Mark said that
Crusoe was the courier.

Well, maybe he
was a courier parrot.

Anyway, he's disappeared.

He was stolen last night.

Birds. It's been bothering me, the
height that these aerial photographs were taken.

Oh, I'd say about
a hundred feet or so.

But that's impossible.

A plane as low as that'd
be bound to be detected.

Well, it has to be a
plane, what else is there?

Ooo...

What uh,
what are we advertising?

Eh? Oh, um, heavy
agricultural equipment.

That's why I
wanted the hat, see?

No.
- It's symbolic, of course.

Heavily.
- Do you think it's a little too un-subtle?

Not uh, over obvious.

Ah!
This will divert the eye.

Add a touch of
humour, do you think?

Have them in stitches.

I like it, I like it;
in fact I think it's great.

I might keep this
one for my own exhibition.

Call it Fred eighteen
hour and three quarters.

That's my real name.

I changed it to Tom because
Fred's a bit plebian, you know.

I know.

Ah, there's something missing.

No.

The prop!
The most important prop.

Sam said she'd bring
it round. Where is she?

Sorry I'm late, Tom.

Here we are.

No don't forget you promised to look
after it because it's very, very valuable.

All right, Sam, I promise.

Tom, this bird is
irreplacable, it's priceless.

Well, this looks about right.

We'll take a reading.

Well, there she is;
what do you make it?

It's due northwest,
on the button.

This is right, then.

Nice clear day, too.

Good flying weather.

Go on.

Go on!

Due northwest.

Right over the
missile installation.

Verret?
- Hm?

Oh, that's not one of ours.

It came out of the basket.

Then where's it flying to?

Hello old boy.

There we are.

Had a good flight then?

Where is it?

Ah, got it.

In you go.

Temporarily grounded.

Very handy
for holiday snaps.

Preset to start
snapping once you're airborne.

For that,
a little present.

Well, now we
know how it's done.

The question is...

Well, that's about it, thanks.

You'll never
get away with it.

That's what the parrot
symbolizes in the photographs.

The caged creature.
The bird mouthing empty phrases.

Sums up the
whole state of mankind.

Well, this bird
doesn't mouth empty phrases.

He hasn't said a word all day.

Perhaps he's a thinker.

Well, I'll return it for you.

To Sam Slade,
I can drop it in at her place on the way...

Oh, no.
This parrot doesn't leave the studio.

I promised Sam.

Besides, I'm going to need
it again tomorrow. It stays here.

Tom, I'd like some prints
of the pictures you took today.

Anything in particular?

Oh, I don't know,
a couple of poses, me and the parrot.

You and the parrot?

Quite impossible, Mrs. Peel.

To say whether this is the
Captain Crusoe or not - quite impossible,

without actually seeing the bird.

But surely the markings...

The plumage is very
like Captain Crusoe's, very like.

But then there are
probably 10,000 birds just like this.

Precisely.

What makes you
think this bird is Crusoe?

Well, I'm just guessing.

Can you bring him here,
so I can make an identification?

Well, I don't think...

Where is the bird now?
- Oh!

Tom Savage?

Supposing I were
to bring the bird here.

Then I could
make an identification.

But you must bring
the bird here, Mrs. Peel.

If only you could talk.

We can't leave her to talk.

No, we need an alibi.

A cast iron alibi.

Tie her to the chair.

Hello?
- Mrs. Peel?

Steed, this is a
pre-recorded message.

The time is 7:45.

And I'm just on my way
back to Tom Savage's studio.

He has a parrot there.
Sam Slade lent it to him.

Now, it may or may
not be Captain Crusoe.

I mean to find out.

Message ends.

10:30.

7:45!

The first person to come through that door...
- does the job for us.

New habit:
climbing through windows.

Lucky for you
I'm a devious fellow.

I've pulled a few strings
in my time, but that one...

would have had
explosive repercussions.

A tried and
tested pick-me-up.

I always recommend
it to my friends...

after they've been tied to a
chair, facing a lethal booby trap.

Especially after they've been tied
to a chair, facing a lethal booby trap.

Cheers.

Go ahead,
build you up.

That's just the point.

What is it
building me up for?

The job in hand.

And what is that?

You are to find
Captain Crusoe.

Everything seems to
revolve around that parrot.

Who knew he
was at the studio?

Tom Savage,
and Sam brought it there.

And Twitter,
I told Edgar J. Twitter.

And what's he like?

Average height,
brown hair, thirty-ish.

Dangerous?

Could be.

Have another
drop, Mrs. Peel.

Of course I knew
about the bird, Mrs. Peel.

You told me yourself.
- You mentioned it to no one else?

Well. naturally not, since your report that
the bird had been located was unconfirmed.

Now if you'll excuse me, we're extremely busy;
the exhibition moves to Europe tomorrow.

Mr. Twitter, that parrot was
stolen again - strange, don't you think?

Since only you
and I knew where it was.

And Cunliffe, he knew about it.
- Yes, of course I did.

So, for that
matter, did Jordan.

Jordan?

The rightful owner
of Captain Crusoe.

Remember, sir, you
spoke to him last night.

Oh yes, I'd forgotten,
he called me last night.

And you told him
I'd found the parrot?

Well, I may have
mentioned it in passing, yes.

I suppose this Mr. Jordan would
know his own parrot if he saw it?

I mean, his identification would be
much more reliable than yours, Mr. Twitter.

You said you wanted
some of the fun, didn't you?

The commander just called me.

You remember that
girl you took a fancy to?

Mrs. Peel?
- Yeah, she's stirring up trouble.

She's on her
way to see Jordan now.

You mean you want me to...
- Yeah, both of them.

Make it nice, Robin.
- Oh, it'll be nice, Verret.

If nothing else,
it'll be nice.

All birds are welcome here.

I am Jordan.

Oh, Peel, Mrs Peel.

The front door was shut, so...

My fault entirely.
I was upstairs.

Having a little warble.

A sideline of mine.

I am composing a concerto.

For beak,
bird throat and warble.

I find it
most absorbing.

What can I do
for you, Mrs. Peel?

It's about
Captain Crusoe.

He has been found!
He has returned to the nest!

No, not yet.

The noblest
parrot of them all.

A master of rhetoric,
such a garrulous talker, such verbiage.

Talker?
That parrot didn't said a word.

Had he been cued in?

Cued in?

These birds around you, Mrs. Peel, they were
talking nineteen to the dozen when I entered.

You will observe
they are now silent.

That is my
training system, Mrs. Peel.

Cuition, quite unique.

Gain their confidence.
They think I'm one of them.

Sometimes I wish I were.

All my birds
have conditioned reflexes.

They speak only when
they are signalled, cued to speak.

And each one
has a different signal.

Thus.
The blue parrot.

Mary had a little lamb,
it's fleece was white as snow.

And everywhere that Mary went,
the lamb was...

And cued to stop.

There.

Long live the queen.
Long live the queen.

Long live...

Jack and Jill went up the hill,
to fetch a pail of water.

Jack fell down and broke his crown,
and Jill...

Interesting, don't you think?

Astonishing!

Astonishing?
Oh no no, these are mere nursery rhymes.

Parrot phrases.
Nothing compared to Captain Crusoe.

His capacity for
learning is astonishing.

The whole of Hamlet's
soliloquy without pause.

Lincoln's Gettysburg
address without fault.

Nothing to Captain Crusoe.

And then,
there is his gift for mimicry.

Whoever teaches him a phrase, he gets
the tone and inflection of that person exactly.

A parrot paragon.

And now,
he's a Polly gone.

I should never have let
that exhibition borrow him.

Twitter was so
persuasive, so persistent.

Mr. Jordan, could you pick
Captain Crusoe out of a crowd?

Better than that, anyone could pick
him out in the dark, with the right cue.

A top "C".
Captain Crusoe is cued to a top "C".

And which one
of those triangles...

Captain Crusoe's
triangle is not here.

He merits something
better than this hoi polloi.

His is gold plated.

Can I borrow it?

Captain Crusoe's triangle.
It might help me to find him.

It is in my car.

Come.

Oh, dear, dear, dear.

Use it.

On him.

You keep him occupied,
I'll get behind him.

Mark?

Mark?

Mark sent me a message.
He said I was to come here.

Mark Pearson is dead.

And you and I are
going to have a little talk.

A talk?
What about?

Cabbages and kings.
Life. The birds and the bees.

But mostly about birds.

Going in again?

I want a little talk first.

Now then.

Who's your boss?

I don't know.

I never see him.

Verret gives
me all my orders.

What about Captain
Crusoe then, where's he?

Crusoe's back.

Back where he belongs.

Mark gave me
the parrot to look after.

He said he
didn't dare keep it here.

Now, why
should he say that?

Mark is dead?
- Extremely.

Oh, well, I suppose
it can't do any harm now.

Mark stole the
bird from someone.

Well, he didn't exactly say that,
but I'm sure that's what it was: he stole it.

So Mark pinched it
from them, whoever them are.

He pinched it because the
parrot's the key to the whole thing.

Well, it was certainly no ordinary parrot,
that's for sure, I mean the things it said.

The missile installation has a
deployment on the northwestern sector.

The launching ramps are an advanced
design, and all sorts of technical stuff.

It seemed such a weird
thing for anyone to teach a parrot.

It talks.

It talks!

Well, of course it talks.
Don't all parrots talk?

The parrot's taking
the information out!

They've eliminated
the human error.

By eliminating
the human element.

A pigeon flies over
the installation, takes pictures...

The pictures are
translated into verbal information...

And fed
to the parrot.

And at the
sound of a top "C"...

He spouts
it all out again.

Perfect.
No microphone to conceal.

No secret papers.

And no human agent
to crack under pressure.

Well, you can't
interrogate a parrot.

Two guesses to
which part of Europe.

Well, let's have a look
around, for our undercover agents.

I do beg your pardon.

Whoops.

Ahh...

Well, he is a parrot.

He doesn't look too intelligent.

Very unprepossessing.

Definitely cretinous.

Positively retarded.
Play, maestro!

We're not
playing his tune.

Well, not to be pessimistic,
but I think we're running out of parrots.

Ah, this one looks
more like an intellectual.

Intellectual?
He's a politician.

Perhaps he's disguised as
the Lesser Crested Fisher Hen.

"Back where he belongs",
that's what the man said.

Who?
- The Man in the pool.

"Captain Crusoe is
back where he belongs."

Well, he doesn't belong here.

In the back room.

Far enough.

Perhaps you'd be kind
enough to explain what you're doing.

Twitter.

Bird impersonations
are not my strong...

His name is Twitter.
Edgar J. Twitter.

Oh.
- Correct, and I'm still awaiting an explanation.

We came to
collect Captain Crusoe.

Crusoe's no longer
here, he was stolen.

Well, how do you explain...

The deployment of the missile installation
is in the way in the northwestern sector.

I know that voice.

It's uh,
it's Cunliffe!

Cunliffe.
Exactly, Mrs. Peel.

I see you took
care of Twitter for me.

Poor old Twitter.

You hit the wrong man.

... controlled by electronic...

We'd better
shut him up, I think.

There.

That's better.

Now, I'd better see
about shutting you two up.

On a more
permanent basis, of course.

Verret!

Well, it worked before.

Mrs. Peel, are you...

Oh, you are all right.

One secret agent...
- safely behind bars.

I demand political asylum.

I demand political asylum.

I wish you'd get
used to using the telephone.

Ran out
of small change.

Well, are you?
- Hm?

Busy at the moment?

What did you
have in mind?

I want you
to meet a bird.

Friend of yours?

Hardly.
I intend basting it in red wine.

Submerging it
in a succulent sauce.

Now that sounds
like my kind of bird.

There's only one snag.
- What?

I haven't shot it yet.

But don't worry,
it's all laid on.

Beaters, stretch of
grouse moor, I've even got a car.

I'll put on
something suitable.

For open air motoring.

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