All language subtitles for The Black Rider (1954) colorized

Well, there's just one more point, John.

No, you've had plenty, George.

Oh, just one more?

No, it's nigh on closing time anyway.

Now you go up home.

Hey!

That's not the way!

Huh!

Oh, I ain't goin' down by the line.

I ain't gonna take a shortcut across the castle grounds.

Oh, it's full moon tonight George.

Look out the black monk.

Don't get ya Well with a black monk that's right he's supposed to be old

Nicky's self so the story goes yeah Oh Oh For centuries,

the inhabitants of Brockham Village have believed the ruins of the Old Castle

to be haunted.

The legend tells that at full moon,

the figure of a monk in black robes and cowl rides round the ruins on a black

horse which breathes fire, and it...

Dad, when can we go in the park?

The wireless says it's raining.

Which way is the fiction, please?

Through the archway on the right.

Thank you.

That's where the fiction is.

Well, don't you spoil Jerry's story?

It's after this world.

Any person crossing the path of this apparition vanishes from the face of the

earth, whisked off to feed the eternal fires of hell,

for the Black Rider is none other than the devil himself.

Now we come to the present on a frightening story.

Yes, but it's interesting.

We must find out more about this legend.

When can we have a lolly, Dad?

I'd pay the Black Rider to whisk him off.

Where can I buy a copy of the news and mail?

I'm afraid you can't, sir.

I hear the sold out.

We're sold out.

Run away.

Go on, run away.

Oh, but you found it.

Hello.

Robert Flack speaking.

We're sold out.

What?

I'm sure you can speak to the editor, and the publisher, and the printer.

I'm all of them, see, and we're still sold out.

Trade's good.

I got a job for you, Jerry.

Want to follow up on the Black Rider story?

The sooner we forget about that corny nonsense, the better.

It may be corny, but we're nearly sold out, aren't it?

If we print any more, we'll be sold out.

Oh, it's nonsense.

It's what the public likes.

Don't you tell me what the public likes.

It's your job to make them like what I give them.

Here.

Run away.

Go on, you horrible little thing.

Go on.

Babies, you're in Patton Hall Village.

That's right.

Oh, but Mr.

Flack.

You know, you knew your reporters all alike.

You think you can sell a local paper on stunts?

Let the bee tell you something.

It's the baby shows and the flower shows that keep the circulation steady,

not Black Riders.

Come on, Jerry.

It's time we got off home.

Oh, well, I can't come just yet.

Oh, why not?

Well, I've got a date.

An appointment.

But your mother's asked Mary and me into tea.

Oh, good heavens, I've forgotten all about that.

Well, look, you go on over and get started,

and I'll come over as soon as I can.

Now, you listen to me, Jerry Marsh.

That's no way to behave to your mother.

Oh, she won't mind.

But I do.

And Mary will, too.

I'm not going to sit back and watch you playing your mother up like this.

Your father and me were friends and neighbors for 20 years.

I know how he felt about you popping in out of jobs like a jack -in -the -box.

Well, I didn't know what I wanted to do till I started with the paper.

Why do you suppose I put you on the paper in the first place because I lack the

colour of your eyes?

You said it because you thought I'd make a good reporter.

Never mind what I said.

I did it.

I hope you get settled back home with your mother.

Well, I came back from Canada as soon as you offered me the job.

I don't know why you went out there in the first place.

If this country's got enough of me, it's good enough for you, too.

Oh, listen, Mr Plank, you're still doing the listening.

Look,

I don't think that's because you cooked up a bit of tripe like that black writer's...

Oh, plunk, I think.

And now, Robert Plank speaking, it's too late.

You know as well as I do that all advertising coffee has to be into this office

at 5 .30.

It's too late.

No.

No, you can't persuade me to change my mind.

Very well, then.

Give it to the cassette.

Your mother...

Jerry!

Oh, nothing.

Why do you think you almost have to pay on that?

Oh!

Ted Linter, what the place is you doing here?

Hey, Mr Plank.

About loads for this week's issue.

Seen Jerry?

He just dashed out.

Do you want this, or shall I take it around to the printing office?

It's one Haven Motorcycling Club special trial, Saturday the 40th,

10th and 11th set.

Well, I thought some of the public might like to come along and have a deco.

If they value their next, they'll stay indoors.

You know, if there's one thing I hate more than anything else in this world,

it's motorcycles and everything to do with them.

I won't take it.

Okay, Mr.

Black, I'll get the west exit to put it in.

I hear that their circulation's much higher than the news and mail.

That'll be three inches, four by an inch, 12 o 'clock.

I've also seen the super and got permission to fix a checkpoint at Brockham

Arms.

So what?

I thought it'd be a good follow -up story for you.

If the black rider does turn up and win a reliability trial...

Where's Mary?

Don't be a moment.

Just tidying up a bit.

It's a shame Jerry has to be late.

You're working him too hard.

Nothing to do with me.

I told him to be home at six o 'clock sharp.

What is this appointment then?

That's what I'd like to know.

You know, Jerry's been behaving very strangely, have they?

But you said he was settling down so well.

So he is, with work.

Well, then, I'm thinking of Mary.

But he's devoted to Mary.

Is he?

Then what does he do with his evenings?

His evenings?

Has he told you where he goes?

No.

He hasn't told Mary either.

It's not fair.

She's never looked at anyone except Jerry.

You don't mean that you think.

Good evening, Mrs.

Marsh.

Sorry I'm so late, but we've had such a rush at the library today.

The black rider story.

Hello, Dad.

You're not late, dear.

Come and sit down.

I'm sure Jerry won't be long.

Oh, really?

Making him work late again, Father?

I'm doing nothing of the sort of...

Mary, I want to know what the trouble is between the two of you.

Trouble?

Why should you think there's any trouble?

Well, I've got eyes on my head.

And if I find that that young fly -by -night's been playing faster than

those...

Oh, no, but so ridiculous, Father.

Jerry's old enough to do as he pleases.

Mine's certainly not interested in what he does with his time.

But I am interested.

You know, I've got a shoes...

You're jumping to conclusions, Mr.

Black.

Jerry wouldn't.

What wouldn't, Jerry?

Hello, dear.

Come and sit down.

I'm sorry I'm late.

Hello, Mary.

Hello.

What's the matter with you all?

I've got some news for you.

Good news?

I'll say it is.

Give me the biggest shock of your lives.

Well, come on out with it.

Oh, excuse me.

That'll be for me.

Hello?

Yes, Ted?

Yes, I've got her.

Oh, she's an absolute beauty.

I can hardly believe she's mine.

What?

No, why should I want to change my mind?

She's terrific.

I had her out last night.

I didn't get back till late.

Fast, I'll say she is.

What the...

Where's Mary?

In the garden.

I'll fetch her.

Oh, no, you don't, Jerry Master.

Have you gone mad?

Haven't you any regard at all for Mary's feelings?

What's up, Earth?

Are you talking about?

Really, Jerry, you might have...

I'm going to close the door.

Oh, no.

Look, this isn't a laughing matter.

I demand an explanation.

He just can't be well.

You'll be feeling a down sight worse by the time I finish with him.

Come on, all of you.

Well, there she is.

Isn't she a beauty?

What do you think of her?

Jerry.

Come and be introduced.

When do you get there?

Today.

I've been saving for months for it.

I've joined the Motorcycling Club, and Ted Lynn taught the secretary.

He's been rushing me around in the evenings trying to find me a bike.

So that's what you've been doing, and I thought...

I thought it'd be a surprise for you.

We've always wanted to get around a bit.

Now we can.

This is the cheapest motoring for two in the world.

Oh, Jerry.

I won't let you ride that horrible thing.

You'll kill yourself.

Steady, Mum.

Remember, I was a dispatcher right on the Normandy Beachy.

I never minded you riding on the beaches.

The sand's nice and soft.

No one member of the club's been involved in an accident in 12 months.

Oh, there's nothing to worry about, Mrs.

Marsh.

You keep out of this.

I don't hold with motorcycles either.

Nasty, noisy, clattering, banging bags of machinery.

The modern ones aren't noisy.

Safe as houses if you drive them properly.

That's the trouble.

None of you youngsters ever do.

Besides, think how useful it'll be.

I'll be out of Dash after real -life stories.

Bang on.

You don't need a motorcycle to report on a baby show.

Oh, now, Dad, don't be silly.

Nobody's asking you to ride it.

They'd better not.

And if you think that I'm going to let you go traipsing around the countryside

on that downpillion looking like a crust between a sack of potatoes and a

chimpanzee, you've got another thing coming.

Well, that settles it, then.

Come on, Mary.

Let's go to Brockham Castle and see if we can get a follow -up story on the

Black Rider.

Me and the chimpanzee.

You sure you know how it works?

Well, not really, but if my memory serves me right, I used to kick it.

Something like this.

Hey!

Come back, you young fool!

We shall never see them alive again.

They'll be brought home in an ambulance.

Yes.

Well, they needn't expect it.

I'd like to see me at the funeral.

So I'd see it.

Who do you think they've come to see?

George or the ruins?

Come on.

Good evening.

How do you...

Good evening, Frank.

Evening, Miss.

Evening, Frank.

What are you going to have, Mary?

No cider, please.

Cider and half a bit of a mee, please.

With the most horrible -ish sight that every human man ever set his eyes on.

Black he were.

Black as the devil.

And do you know why?

Because he were the devil.

So, George, I'd like a word with him, will you?

Oh, you won't get him yet, a while, sir.

You're only good for beer.

He's on double scotches.

Oh?

Go on.

The great black stallion of his was smokin' flame, belchin' out of his nose,

tall.

And the smell of fire was terrible.

But one thing was worse than that, though,

was the sound of his offbeats belting on the downs as he galloped back to hell.

Cheers.

And the next business was this.

Flippin' old liar.

He's certainly working his story up.

If you did hear anything, it was probably from our depot.

How far is that from the castle?

Oh, not more than a quarter of a mile.

We've got prototypes, the latest tanks, and the Marani engine endurance tests.

Well, not at night.

No, no, not at night.

My dad, and his dad afore him, I used to say, he always comes at the full moon.

Never go near the castle at full moon, I used to say.

And by cranky, I never will abide.

I'm sure you're very wise.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Thank you very much.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Good evening, sir.

It's all yours now, sir.

Beer's better than an empty glass.

He's right, Ofcote.

You sign the hall and he'll come.

Well, Cara.

He's lucky he likes his drink.

There's no harm done, I think.

Maybe good.

Perhaps now people will stay away from the ruins about full moon.

Mm -hmm.

We can afford to take no risks.

Next time, I shall arrange for Rakoff to be on watch.

No.

Mm.

That's poor stuff after scotch.

Well, we're not old millionaires, George.

Give him another one.

Who are your rich friends, anyway?

Oh, I don't rightly know their names.

That was Mr.

Brenner, who was rented Brockham Manor furnished.

And the lady?

Well, I do hear he says she's his niece.

Some uncles have all the luck.

He's a foreigner.

Got pots of money.

Or he did, after George here got out of him.

It was him who got old of me.

And you can't blame him.

After all this.

It's not every week as you can...

...face up to a bloke who's met the devil himself.

I'll put a sock in it.

You wait till you've had a taste of our fire.

It gives you a powerful thirst.

Yeah, well, next time you get the taste, you let me know, George.

Come on, baby.

Good night, old.

Good night, sir.

What do you think of George's story?

I agree with a corporal, flippin' liar.

He's trading in on it, all right.

I've had so many free pints in his life.

It's the same.

He must have heard or seen something.

No, probably one of those tanks at the depot.

Do you think?

Next full moon, I'm gonna have a look for myself.

Such an interesting book.

I'd like to take that one with me.

Certainly.

I hope you like it as much.

I don't expect I shall.

I've lost my glasses.

It's gone to a third, you nearly through.

You shan't be long, Joyce.

You go on, I'll lock up.

Bye, dear.

Bye.

Bye -bye.

Hello.

Doesn't she look lovely?

Meaning me or the bike?

I'll give you a rub down as well.

Oh, Jerry, stop it.

Look, I brought you something.

What is it?

Oh, please, we'll see.

A mascot.

To bring your luck in the club trial.

Oh, it's wonderful.

Bless you, Mary.

Jerry!

What do you think you are doing?

Mary's given me a mascot.

All you can think of nowadays is tinkering with this blasted machine of yours.

I do not tinker.

You do better than pay more attention to your work here.

Oh, have a heart, Dad.

It's Saturday.

I'm working this afternoon anyway.

I'm doing a report on the club trial.

But I don't want a report on the club trial.

Oh, you will when you're ready.

They're just going to get my help.

Oh, wait a minute.

I'll come with you.

I've got something to show you before we go.

You're not proposing to go on this mad jamboree, are you?

I certainly am.

I am sitting on the pillion.

But I promise you one thing.

What's that?

I shan't look like a sack of potatoes.

Thank you.

The legend of the black rider of Brockham Castle was widespread in the early

decades of the century,

possibly due to the efforts of smugglers who are believed to have used the

ruins as a collecting center,

and saw in the legend a means of safeguarding their privacy.

What do you think about that?

I think it's terrific.

Well, do you think anything like that could be happening nowadays?

Well, of course, why not?

There's plenty of smuggling still going on, according to Jeff Morgan.

Jeff Morgan?

He's with the customs and exercises in the water guard.

Oh, I don't think I've met him.

I mean, he will this afternoon.

He's a member of the club.

Perfect.

Good lord.

Well, I just sat on the darn thing to see if it was uncomfortable as it looks,

and I just got on the machine to see if it's as uncomfortable as it looks,

and I suppose I must have touched something there and something down there

before I knew where I was at the The last of my sheep almost exploded

underneath me.

You haven't heard the bike, thank goodness.

The bike?

Well, what about me?

I feel as if I've been shaken up in a concrete mixer.

Don't you blame but yourself, Dad.

It's getting on for one, Jerry.

Come on, let off we go.

Lucky for you, there wasn't a policeman about.

A policeman?

You should have had your old plates up.

So long, Dad.

Young devils.

I have made it.
You think you won?

Oh, I'm sure I haven't, but it's something to a filly.

Here's the result.

First, Jeff Morgan.

Oh, well done, Jeff.

Is he the one in the Coast Guard?

Second, Bill Otley.

And third, our latest recruit, Jerry Marge.

Good luck.

Jerry, how wonderful.

The mascot really did bring you luck.

Oh, it must have.

Congratulations, Jerry.

Good effort for a first attempt.

Oh, it's the bike, not me.

Jeff, I don't think you've met Mary.

You're the one to be congratulated.

I had an unfair advantage, really.

Why?

Well, I know this country like the back of my hand.

What, looking for smugglers?

That's the general idea.

These little fishing boats can slip in anywhere.

Could you get from here to the sea, cross -country?

Well, there aren't any roads.

It's easy enough on a motorbike.

It's a lovely trip, too.

I'd show you myself if I wasn't on duty in the harbor tonight.

There's a full moon.

Jeff!

Jeff Morgan!

Coming!

See you later.

The moon tonight The moon Aah!

So, you see, it was an accident.

I only meant to knock him out.

Of course.

You don't know your own strength, my dear Raka?

It'll be an interesting experience for you, facing a murder charge.

What is it?

I tell you, I didn't mean to kill him.

That the fence broke.

Oh.

I'm sure the judge will take that into account.

Well, who was the man?

How should I know?

Oh, what was he like?

I didn't see him clearly.

There was one part by the hedge.

And you remembered to take its number.

I was just going to when I heard him on the walls,

close to the entrance to the dungeon.

So you didn't remember to take its number.

The motorcycle had a mascot on it, I saw that.

What a sure instinct you have for trivialities.

You'd make a fine politician, my dear Akov.

I was only trying to help.

Well, let me explain.

Words of one syllable.

Mario, here is only a few more trips to make.

After that, we're finished.

We go back.

But now, thanks to you, we have a dead man on our hands.

There'll be searching, police, questioning.

We may have to stop work.

Perhaps start all over again.

I wouldn't be you when we get back, Raka.

That is, of course, if you escape the gallows over here.

That well is very deep, you know.

They may never find the body.

There's no murder without a corpse.

No, they won't stop them from searching.

The last thing we want is a search of the ruins.

But you're forgetting the Black Rider.

You all think he's a number of his victims, you know.

Some poor motorcyclist.

And now the scoop for the news and mail.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Do it.

Come on, do it.

You're a good bastard.

Don't go to the store.

I've never been.

What does he say?

He says one more trip should make it complete.

I think we'd better risk it.

Now let's see.

One take.

What it be?

And as soon as the bath ash...

We need full moon.

But if the...

We need full moon to bring high water for the boat.

And to bring the Black Rider to Brockham Castle.

Here we are for Swanhaven, full tide two days after full moon.

That's the 26th.

So for us, it'll be the 28th.

And this time, the boat will wait and take us with it.

This is Marsh.

What's the matter?

It's Jerry.

What's happened to him?

He's not back.

He's not in his room.

Come in.

He's...

He's killed himself.

What?

I always knew that horrible machine had been the death of him.

You mean he's had an accident.

I took him up a cup of tea, as I always do on a Sunday.

He wasn't there.

Perhaps he went out early.

But he's better hasn't been slept in.

Something terrible's happened to him.

What's going on down here?

What's all the commotion about?

Jerry's missing.

Missing?

Mrs.

Marsh is afraid he's had an accident on his bike.

Oh, is that he would...

Never mind what you said.

Do something.

Two?

What?

God, look.

for him.

He may be bleeding to death by the roadside.

Go and search for him.

What on me flat feet?

You ought to be able to get about.

You ought to have a car.

Well, I haven't said that.

If Jerry can have a motor bicycle, why not you?

I tell you, I...

What?

I know where Jerry was going last night.

Where?

Rockham Castle.

It was full moon.

He wanted to see for himself a black crider.

Yeah, crackers both of you.

Hello.

Give me the police.

Jerry!

Hello?

Police?

Oh, oh, well, uh, I thought there'd been an accident, but there hasn't.

No.

No, everything's all right.

No.

No, there's nothing you can do.

Thank you.

Uh, I'm very sorry I troubled you.

Morning, everyone.

Sorry I put you in a flap.

Where have you been?

Just look at your face.

What's happened?

It's all right.

It's only a bit of an accident.

I said so.

I always knew that machine was a blasted death trap.

It wasn't the bike.

It was in the ruins.

I got knocked out.

A stone fell on me.

Oh, you poor boy.

Let me...

No, it's all right, Mother.

Just a cup of tea and a bit of sleep.

I'll be 100%.

Yes, yes, of course.

I'll go make you a nice cup of tea.

Lucky for you, it wasn't more serious.

Me?

A lot of help you would have been with no means of getting about.

I'm going back to bed.

Mary, I wasn't hit by a stone.

I was knocked out deliberately.

Jerry.

When I came to, I was down the bottom of the well.

I don't know whether I fell down or somebody pushed me.

Well, how'd you get out?

Well, I stumbled around for a while,

and then I found a shaft that leads from the bottom of the well up to the

dungeons.

That was lucky.

Yes, it was.

But here's the real gem.

I heard what George Amble heard.

You mean Hoofbeats, the Black Rider?

No, it's not Hoofbeats.

It's a heavily silenced motorbike.

It made off down the lane towards the back of the road.

It's called Brockham Manor.

To Brenner's?

Yes, well, it was daylight when I got out,

and I went down to the gate by the signpost and had a look around,

and I found this.

Seaweed.

What's a piece of fresh seaweed doing five miles inland?

You mean it got caught up in a motorbike?

Well,

Geoff Morgan says it's an easy run from the coast to Brockham across the Downs.

So perhaps that old book had something.

Well, that's what I think.

I'm sure there's some sort of smuggling going on and the Brenners know

something about it.

What I want to know is, what are the biggest smuggling rackets nowadays?

What's the idea, thinking of starting one up yourself?

Well, be such a cloth.

I mean, what's paying the most?

Diamonds, watches?

I'd lay off those.

We've got them all taped.

What else is there?

Suppose you'll tell me first why you want to know.

All right, Geoff.

Look, working on a story, and I think it's something big.

And if you'll cooperate, it'll be a clean -up.

Ah, but who cleans up the Water Guard or the News and Mail?

Both of us.

Okay, you get it.

Give me the dope, and we'll do the rest.

All right.

Well, I've got to get my facts straight first.

So all I want from you is a little harmless information.

The question is, is it harmless?

And that's something my boss will have to settle.

You wait here a minute.

OK.

Come in.

Yes, what is it?

Jerry Marsh of the News and Mail is here, sir.

Oh, what's he want?

What's he going to tell you?

Come in, Jerry.

Now, Mr.

Marsh.

I understand you have some information to give us about a smuggling

organization.

Yes, well, I have a hunch that something fishy's going on at Brockham Castle.

Sir, I thought when I read your article in the News and Mail, very fishy.

Well. I believe it's possible for things to be landed on the coast
and then take them

overland to Brockham Castle by motorcycle.

What sort of things?

Well, I'm rather hoping you tell me that.

Have you got any facts to support this ingenious theory?

Well, yes, sir.

I've got one.

I found this in the Brockham Castle grounds.

And you believe this came off a motor bicycle that ran across to the castle

from the coast?

Oh, yes, I do, sir.

Has it ever occurred to you, Mr.

Marsh, that hundreds of holidaymakers visit Brockham Castle,

taking their kids with them?

Well, yes, I know about that.

And practically every kid picks up seaweed on the beach and then throws it away

again anywhere?

Well, no, I hadn't thought about that.

Try thinking more frequently, Mr.

Marsh.

It'll save your time and mine.

Good day.

Yes, but you've got a chance, Mr.

Marsh.

Afternoon.

Then come back here, please.

Well, shut the door.

You didn't give that young man any information, did you?

No, sir.

No, I don't blame him.

It's his job to cook up a story, but if he got onto this,

there'd be many Hades to pay.

May I see it, sir?

A real menace, if ever there was one.

Now, they succeeded in reducing atomic bombs to the size of an artillery shell.

The door's wide open.

Do you mean that the parts are so small,

they can be smuggled in and then assembled here?

Read what it says.

Once in this country, they can be assembled into atomic sabotage weapons,

easily concealed at any key point.

And then exploded by remote control, obliterating an entire locality.

Pretty thought, isn't it?

One man, comfortably seated in an armchair, with his finger on a button.

Thank you.

What is it?

Have you got that list to Mario's last assignment?

I'm just checking it.

I'll have it ready for you in half an hour.

Mm -hmm.

There's nothing in the local papers.

I've been right through them.

Yes, I know.

I don't like it.

Somebody must have found their motorcycle.

Unless whoever it was escaped from the well and removed it.

Oh, that would make even better reading.

You're probably too frightened.

I told you the black writer would work for us.

He can't afford any further rest, though, near the end.

It's essential that we find out who that snooper was.

Well, what do you suggest?

Checking every motorcycle in the country until we find the mascot.

There's no need to do that.

Rakoff has now remembered something else.

This bicycle had a badge on it.

It belongs to the Swan Haven Motorcycling Club.

I think that gives us something to work on.

And that's all the dope you can give me.

I see.

Well, thank you very much.

Yes, goodbye.

No luck?

As far as I can discover,

there's never been a more downright respected gentleman than Mr.

Martin Brenner.

Rich, well -connected, and an unblenished character.

And to cap it all, that woman Karen really is his niece.

Where do we go from here?

Search me.

Why don't you take a look round Brockham Manor?

I'm a rotten burglar.

I always lose my jammy.

Well, couldn't you interview him for the paper?

Tell me, Mr.

Brenner, is it true that you've taken Brockham Manor for the smuggling?

Good Lord.

What is it?

Look.

What do you suppose he's doing here?

It's no ping, I imagine.

We can't know.

We suspect him.

Do you think he's found out too well if they're ruined?

Is that right?

Well, it's possible.

He might have identified the bike.

Let's go in and see your father.

See what he knows about it.

Yes, what is it?

Well, I wondered what Martin Brenner was doing here.

Mr.

Brenner came to see me on business.

And what did he want?

I thought that wasn't going to do with you.

Oh, no, Dad.

No need to get worked out.

Oh, here we are.

Swanhaven 209.

Well, I wasn't being inquisitive, Mr.

Plack.

You see?

Hello.

Ted Lindtos?

I've just had Mr.

Martin Brenner in from Brockham Manor.

He wants you to get in touch with him straight away.

He's got a garden fate on next week,

and he wants you and your blessed motorcycling club to stage a Jim Carner.

I told him what I thought of the idea, but he seems set on it.

With no accounting for tastes.

He has at Brockham Manor.

Don't thank me.

If you want my opinion, it'll ruin the fate.

Mr.

Plack, I'd be very happy to cover the story.

You'll do nothing of the sort.

I'll cover it myself.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Any luck?

Yes, I've had a look around the house.

The French windows are open.

I think everybody's out here watching the Gymkhana.

You'll get your chance after the Egg and Spoon race.

Well, can't you come with me?

No, I've got to be in every event, so they'll stay watching me.

I don't even know what I'm supposed to be looking for.

Well, anything suspicious.

What if I'm spotted?

Well, then don't, for goodness sake, will you want to party your nose?

This is the end of the day.

Beautiful bit of riding, that's beautiful.

You're very dangerous to me.

Nonsense.

These boys have got traffic control of their machines.

Hello, Mr.

Plack.

Didn't expect to see you here?

No, Mrs.

Marsh.

Well, Jerry wanted us to come and support him.

I didn't like letting him down, you know.

Enjoying it, sir?

Might be worse.

Attention, please.

The next event will be the Eggen Spoon Race.

Will competitors please assemble at the starting post?

This should be fun.

Mary's riding with Jerry.

Unfortunately, my pillion riders failed me.

So you're out of it, eh?

Yes, unless I can find a substitute.

What about you, Mr.

Plack?

Certainly not.

He'll break his neck.

Nonsense.

If Mary can do it, I certainly can.

I'll have a crack.

Okay.

Hop on.

Back to back.

Right?

Yes.

Go on away, go.

Congratulations.

You're right, Mrs.

Guenther.

Thanks, Mr.

Branch.

Must be very exciting.

Oh, there's nothing to it, really, you know.

Just a good sense of balance and a steady...

Oh, crack it up, fellas.

I'm sorry.

No, it's my fault.

I should have seen the bump.

Anyway, it wouldn't have done to beat your father.

Attention, please.

The next event will be the obstacle ring.

Now's your chance.

Go around the back of the tent and cut across to the house.

Man knew what I was looking for.

Go on with you.

Ha, ha, ha!

Thank you.

Thanks for watching!

Thank you.

Thanks for watching!

Oh, crap, it's me.

Thank you.

The 28th.

Excuse me.

can I help you oh I'm so sorry I I wanted to make a telephone call oh yes I

tried to find someone to ask permission but there was no one about I do hope

you don't mind well I hope you managed to get through all right oh yes yes

thank you it it was only a local call to Swan Haven oh please don't bother I'm

sure my uncle would have no objection to your using his telephone oh I must go

I'm in this really who are you writing this Jerry Marsh he's got a new machine

we stand quite a chance but how exciting I'd like to see it I'll come with you

was the judge that's mr.

Brenner do you think it's to be trusted of course he's a very nice man I don't

like his fat I think she suspects you Until I loath to death twenty -eight for

matters.

What a charming and unusual mascot.

I'm glad you like it.

Mary here gave it to me.

Uh -huh.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the winner of the Concorde de l 'Égence is number fourteen, Jerry Mark.

He's done it.

I knew they went for the best part on the ground.

I, uh, found her standing by the desk.

She said she'd been telephoning.

I see.

Well, we shall have to deal with both of them.

If I could get at his machine before they leave...

No.

That's crude, Raccoff, and far too chancy.

No, I fancy I have a much better idea than that.

This is what I've worked out.

Tomorrow's the 28th.

So at sundown, I'll go along to it...

We'll go.

No, darling, you can't come in on this.

Last time you went on your own, you got hit in the head.

This time I'm coming with you, and then they get something done.

Have another sandwich.

All right.

You're waiting.

Well, we'll hide out in the lane, where it reached the Brockham Manor Drive,

and then we can keep a check on anybody that comes in,

or anybody that goes out.

And then?

Well, if we get hold of anything definite, we'll go along and see old Rakton,

then hand everything over to the water guard, all in one condition.

Which is?

That I get an exclusive story.

Mary, if it's true what we think is happening,

all the national papers will want the story,

and then I'll really be getting somewhere.

With books that pinch, and a night's eyes and hats.

And a wedding ring in my pocket.

Jerry?

Where your father won't be able to kick, I'll be in the money.

You really mean that?

Of course I mean it.

Why do you think I want the story?

Then I like you.

A lot.

Now, I must run, or I'll be late for the library.

See you tomorrow.

What's wrong with tonight?

I want the library staff party at Blanchester.

Oh, so it is.

I'd forgotten.

No flirting with that chief librarian.

I bet he's a wolf.

No, only a bookworm.

Hey.

Yes?

You miss Black, the assistant librarian?

Yes.

I've got some books from the Blanchester branch.

Oh, I know nothing about them.

It was fixed up with the chief librarian.

Go in here.

Which are they?

Those.

If you check them over, I'll carry them in for you.

Oh, all right.

Hey!

What?

What's on earth?

Except quite still.

More tea, Jerry?

Thank you, Mother.

Mr.

Plank.

I'm sorry to burst into order, but have you seen Mary?

Mary, no.

She hasn't been home all night.

So precious.

I'll know when she went over to the library -style party.

Then she's probably Mr.

Bass and stayed over with Joyce.

Oh, well, there's nothing to worry about, Mr.

Plank.

Have a cup of tea.

I'll go make a flesh pot.

I've just been on to the chief librarian.

She didn't even turn up at the party.

Good Lord, I wonder...

I don't know what to think about this.

I've got to get in touch with the police.

No, look, I'll take you over on the bike,

then you can see the superintendent personally.

Thanks, Jerry.

This has just arrived.

What is it?

Your girlfriend is taking a trip.

If you wanted to return, don't interfere in other people's business.

If you contact police or other authorities, she's had it.

But I don't understand.

It was just ordinary cheap paper, typewritten, posted at Southampton, 7 p .m.,

all according to Boy's Home Formula.

Do you mean this is some sort of stupid joke?

This is no sort of joke.

She's been kidnapped.

Don't talk to us nonsense.

Look, I should have told you before, Mr.

Plack.

Open the door, I got this.

Look, make some excuse to mother and get over to the office as soon as you can.

I've got some telephoning to do.

See you later, dear.

So I went along to Brockham Manor, and there was no one there.

Then I checked with the house agents,

and they said the Brenner& Company had moved out yesterday afternoon.

They're getting to pay the rent?

No, no, no.

Everything's in order on the surface,

but I believe there's some serious racket going on underneath if they're

willing to go as far as kidnapping.

We've got to get Mary back.

Well, that's why we're here.

Jeff, when I went along to see your old man,

he said he couldn't do anything for me until I produced some sort of facts.

Well, I've got one here.

But I didn't show it to him or the police because of Mary.

Well, if there's a boat that can smuggle things into this country,

there's a boat that can smuggle Mary out.

Oh, you're right, Jerry, but what can we do?

Ted,

I want the club to help me arrange a special coast -watching operation for tonight.

There's your tracing, Jim.

It's taken off the ordnance map,

and it shows the coastline and tracks across the dines as far as Brockham.

Your watch point is marked 2, and mind your keep to it.

That way we can be certain that a 10 -mile section is covered.

Any questions?

Yes, you haven't given me one.

Normally.

Ah, you two won't need one.

Your job will be to cover the lane from the manor down to the ruins.

What are those, Jeff?

Signal flares.

Hand them round, will you, Ted?

Yeah.

I've pinched them from the coast guard's stores.

Now, there's one for each watching point.

If you spot anything suspicious, send up a flare.

and the riders who are nearest can go in support and the rest converge on

Brockham.

Or one more point, there's a full moon out tonight,

so try to manage without headlights.

When's all your water, Jack?

Twenty minutes after twelve, but keep your eyes skinned all the time.

They might have watches out,

and this has got to look like another cross -country run.

Well, all set?

Right, let's make it started.

I'm sure you can manage.

Well, I won the Egan Spoon Race, didn't I?

All right.

You all know your positions.

Disperse and good luck.

Nearly 12.30.

You couldn't have missed the signal, could we?

Well, not from up here now.

Maybe they've missed the tide.

Look!

Thanks for watching!

They're off, and they haven't got Mary with them.

Then we'll get after that chap.

Look at him.

He'll never get up that cliff.

Come on.

Light the flare.

This is the end of the show.

This is the end of the show.

This is the end of the show.

This is the end of the show.

I think he went from there.

Right.

You wait here and tell the others to surround the castle.

That way we'll make sure the basket sits right.

Okay, let's go.

This is a motorcycle all over the dam.

Doghinari?

No, no, Credo.

I don't have a policy.

We say, proputos tu una gara de multi -chicletti.

He doesn't think so.

All police.

More like some sort of motorcycle trap.

I don't think so.

Well, I don't like it.

The sooner we're through, the better.

Here, look.

Not a sign of himself.

Well, it's his machine.

He must be somewhere.

It's a continental bike.

Look at that silencer jet.

No wonder old George thought it sounded like offbeat.

Never mind the machine.

It's the rider we want.

Honey, where'd he be?

The dungeons.

Oh, that's it.

Now there's any remote control to fix.

This is too big for us now.

I'll have to report.

We've got to get after that boat.

But what about Mary?

They won't harm her now that they know we're on to them.

Look, there's four of us up here.

That's enough to take them.

When the shooting starts, it's a job for my skipper.

All you've got to do is to keep them down there.

But supposing they've got Mary down there with them?

They'd pick us off one by one on that narrow stair.

You don't need the stair.

There's a shaft from the old well.

The one I escaped from.

We want some rope.

I've got a tow line in my saddlebag.

You get it.

You come with me.

Can you hear anything, Racco?

No, it's all quiet.

We'll be sitting a minute.

What about the boat?

Made of patella.

Chespatelli.

It'll be waiting in Mallard Cove.

You can get there by the road.

Here we are.

Oh, good.

Now, look, you and Jim look after the entrance.

Chespatelli, you follow me down, OK?

Right.

OK.

Now, look, be careful, boy.

Take the space.

OK.

OK.

Right.

Here they come.

Yep.

Now for the wall.

El Murro.

Racco, slip up.

See if it's all clear outside.

What about the girl?

Are you going to take her with us?

We'll have to.

We can't afford any risks.

Now, careful, boy.

Got it?

You're all right.

OK.

Hurry.

I saw someone in the courtyard.

Yeah, that's not good.

Don't move.

Now keep your hands up.

Look out.

Someone's coming.

I can't look right now.

Okay.

Okay, Jeff.

The situation's well in hand.

All clear, sir.

I won't worry you.

They're all yours, Mr.

Racton.

Look at this, sir.

He fixed the description on the secret list, and that.

Yes, yes, oh, that looks like my hunting's right after all,
Mr. Ratford

But I still don't get their racket.

It's not diamonds or watches.

No, just an atomic sabotage weapon.

That's all fitted with remote control.

They've been smuggling in the parts and assembling it here.

What on earth have they got a bit of rock and castle?

Couldn't be better placed.

Right next door to the tanky -spedimental depot.

Atomic sabotage weapon?

It's the story of the century!

Oh, what a pity you won't have room to print it.

What do you mean, room to print it?

You're covering a baby show.

Charlotte!

This newspaper,

always in the lookout for young men with initiative and real news sense,

is pleased to announce that Jerry Marsh has joined the reporting staff who will

take up his duties...

After his honeymoon.

Oh, Jerry, it can't be true.

I'm dreaming.

That time you woke up.

Heaven's sake, can't you wait until you're married?

Well, it's very difficult.

I'm sorry.

And while you're still with the news and mail, Jerry Marsh,

will you kindly not park your motorcycle, slap in the middle of the yard?

Oh, sorry, Mr.

Black.

I'll move it right away.

What on earth?

It's mine.

Yes.

Since I've been elected president of the Swan Haven Motorcycling Club,

I must have some means of transport.

The only trouble is, I don't know how to start the dancing.

Oh, I'll show you how to do that.

Get in, Barry.

You jump on the back.

Jerry!

Hey!

Hi, Jerry!