All language subtitles for Dick Barton Strikes Back

I'll catch you, little dude.

Attention.

Attention, please.

Will passengers who have just disembarked from the plane from Prague go at once

to the Airways bus which is waiting to take him to Lumber?

There's our man.

What?

Him?

Kristen?

He don't look much like a secret agent to me.

Want him all dressed up for the park?

Hello, Kristen.

Well, strike me.

I'll follow him as good to know you, sir.

Of course he knows me.

He must have some reason.

This is vital.

Can't talk here, but it's fireworks, all right.

I've only scratched the surface, and if my guess is correct,

the atomic bomb is a child's day compared to this.

See that man behind us?

He's dangerous.

Come on, sir.

The Garcia Club in one hour.

Attention, please.

Attention.

The parish play is due to take off in ten minutes.

Will passengers please take their seats?

If this is a nightclub, give me the local any day.

Two?

No, three.

All right, wait up.

We'll order in a minute.

I'm expecting someone to join us.

No sign of him, yeah?

You don't think nothing's happened to him, do you, sir?

Oh, Kristen's no fool and...

Look, at the bar.

Well, I'm...

The man from the airport.

And Kristen said he was dangerous.

You stay here.

I'm going to take a look around.

If I'm up -breaking five minutes...

Okay, sir.

I'll know what to do.

Yes, sir, sir.

Hold on a bit, please.

We don't, sir.

Oh, well...

a dump.

Christen.

You will oblige me by putting your hands up, Mr.

Barton.

Allow me to present to myself.

Furacada is my name.

Furacada.

Alfonso de Monte.

A pleasure, I'm sure.

I see you already met your friend.

As you will observe, a slight accident has befallen him.

I warn you, Furacada, the indemnity on murder is not a slight one.

Oh, but of course, my dear Mr.

Barton, if one is foolish enough to be so careless.

Furacada is neither a foolish nor careless.

Pardon, Senor, I have a message from your friend.

You are to come with me at once.

But I've got to wait here.

There was me instructions.

Savvy?

Would you please, Senor, I will return with your...

message to the two gentlemen.

Two gentlemen?

Yes, Senor.

Senor at Restim has let me see now.

Ah yes, Mr.

Creston.

Oh, well, why couldn't you say so at first?

That's okay.

Lead me to him, chum.

I'm sorry to inconvenience you like this.

I know your reputation.

I can't have you meddling in our affairs.

Creston meddled.

Mr.

Bolton.

Oh, that's better.

Now a little part is complete, hmm?

I should have enjoyed a conversation with you, Mr.

Barton.

But unfortunately, the pressure of business denies me the pleasure.

Afraid of the dark?

Get out.

Wait for me in the car.

I have some experiments to carry out in the north of England,

which I think you would find very interesting.

But you will not live to witness the trial.

That should be ours.

Now, this is more subtle than putting bullets through your bodies.

You see, in imagination,

it's only a matter of minutes before the gas comes into contact with the naked

flame, and then you will be blown into blissful oblivion.

Or if I am, Mr.

Barton.

Yes.

Yes.

Right, Al.

Goodbye.

Any news of Preston, Inspector?

Not yet, Colonel Gardner.

That's strange.

We know that Preston was on the plane, and the Barton contacted him after that.

But that's nearly two hours ago.

I don't like this.

Well, I'm getting back to the Foreign Office.

Very good, sir.

Snowy, the lover might keep awake.

We're not dead yet.

We'll fly a long way.

The window.

That's our only chance.

All right, Snowy, follow me.

Patrol car 6C reports that Black Limousine, O .M .P.

183, has just passed Houston orbit, sir.

At last.

You were right.

They're heading north.

Jackson, have all key points coming from here into Norwich.

Right, sir.

I'll have the airports covered, too.

Right.

They shouldn't get far now.

Warn old cars in St.

Albans area to concentrate on main roads leading from St.

Albans to Norwich.

Calling all cars.

Warning all cars concentrate on main roads leading from St.

Albans to Norwich.

Stop black limousine OMP 183.

Nothing here, sir.

But I don't understand.

Cars can't disappear just like that.

Every road leading north from St.

Albans is patrolled and still no trace of them.

We're up against an organization who'll plan every move carefully.

And whose leader is completely relentless.

He killed Creston.

And that's cold -bloodedly said about bumping off snow in myself.

Because he thought we knew too much.

I don't know a thing.

Except that Father Carter said he was making some experiments that I'd find

very interesting.

Well, we've done everything we can.

Look, why don't you go off home?

I'll let you know when there's some news.

Right.

You must drop the Creston affair immediately.

A disaster of the first magnitude has occurred.

I just left the Prime Minister who was calling an emergency meeting in the

cabinet.

Why?

What's happened, sir?

There's a village called High Glen.

High Glen?

That's up north, isn't it, sir?

Yes.

Now listen carefully, Martin.

The safety of the nation, possibly the entire world, depends upon your success.

I'm glad they sent you, sir.

It's pretty grim, but they got all the bodies away now, that's something.

Corporal!

Right, sir.

We'll be right back.

Thanks for watching.

An entire village obliterated.

Every living thing killed in a matter of minutes.

I'm not a person left to tell us how it happened.

Call Lomid in half -quiet.

You don't think, sir, this has anything to do with...

Without your arming friend for a carter.

My guess is as good as yours.

Thank you.

It's full of money.

Whatever it was, it struck completely with that warning.

Come on, let's get out of here.

It's been the same everywhere.

Sudden death in the midst of everyday activity.

I've got to admit that so far, I'm baffled.

Perhaps the police reports will give you a lead.

Should we take a look in there, sir?

I wouldn't touch that tonight.

The beach is fair.

Children half price.

Cold.

I think that only yesterday,

them kids were spending their pennies on the swings and roundabouts.

Lord Armadale, I believe.

I've been expecting you, sir.

Oh, you're Barton, of course.

Delighted to meet you.

I've heard a lot about you, Mr.

Jenkins.

And this is my assistant, White.

Oh, Snowy.

They're pleased to meet you, I'm sure, sir.

Oh, my Lord.

Well, this is Major Henderson from the Chemical Warfare Department.

What do you make of this, Henderson?

Oh, we first suspected some sort of atomic cloud.

We've been over the whole area with Geiger counters.

No sign of any radio activity at all.

And the autopsies?

Most extraordinary.

They show that the brain of the victim had been shriveled.

Completely dehydrated, as it were.

Yet the rest of the body's entirely unaffected.

That's very odd.

Oh, by the way, Barton,

I've arranged with Sir James that whilst you're in this area,

you shall both stay with me as my guest.

And that's very kind of you, sir.

Well, I don't think there's any more we can do here.

Are you coming back with us, Henderson?

Thank you, Lord Armadale.

I want two things to clear up first.

You're right.

Well, keep in touch, won't you?

Are you ready, Barton?

Yes.

No, thank you.

I don't think I'm going to be able to do that.

Hello there.

Did I stop you?

Yes, theBotry.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

I'm Tina.

I have another name, of course, but you will find it impossible to pronounce.

I won't try that, Tina.

My name's...

I know who you are.

You are Dick Burton.

Most secret agent.

Not so secret, it seems.

Oh, you must not mind my knowing.

I'm no Darmadier Secretary, you see.

You were in the village a short time before it was destroyed, weren't you?

Yes.

Only a couple of hours before...

before it opened.

You see, I knew most of them.

The farmers, the cottagers, their children.

It's so horrible, I just can't believe it.

I know how you must feel, Tina, but there's one consolation.

There was no suffering.

Mercifully, it was instantaneous.

Very well, Pa.

Now, I suggest that for a moment or two,

we try and forget this unhappy business.

Ah, the Arthur Aperitif, a most civilized convention.

Now, put it down here, please.

Then when the Edders all bound up and hang an egg down over the huge vat of

burning oil, the Governor turns to me and says, We're finished, Snowy.

We bought at this time.

Never say Doris says to him, I'll think up something you see if I don't.

Snowy, it's just me.

I don't know what I'll do without you, and that's the truth.

You leave to me, sir, I said.

I'll get you out of this somehow, I said.

And what did you do?

Oh, well...

Nothing, really, but, uh, we've got a why.

Go on, Mr.

White, tell us.

First of all, oh, hello, Mr.

Briggs.

Uh, I suppose you haven't got a double something handy of you.

I've got a horrible first.

It's all this talking, I suppose.

Anything you'd like, Mr.

White?

Whiskey, gin, brandy, champagne, or a cocktail, perhaps.

Can't be bitter, Mr.

Briggs.

Bitter, sir?

No, sir, we've no bitter.

But I could find you a very nice bottle of Chateau Ractua.

Chateau?

Oh, no, thanks, sir.

It seems as though bitter in me is faking never to meet.

Well, as I was saying.

Thanks for watching!

I brought this from the hatchbone palace.

You have some magnificent pieces here.

I've collected furniture, porcelain,

and pancakes in general from all over the world.

You travel a lot there, sir.

Not as much as I should like.

Nowadays, I'm no longer a wealthy man.

Still, I get out of this country as often as I can.

You don't like this country?

Oh, my dear fellow, I didn't say that.

Oh, yes, Bricks?

Big problem, my lord.

General Fenton is on the phone.

I'll be back in a moment.

Please go on.

You play beautifully.

I'm not boring you.

Boring?

You know, there's a tune I keep hearing in my head,

but I can't remember what it's called.

How did it go?

I'm not quite sure.

I've only heard it once or twice.

It's got a sort of lilting melody.

Do you know any gypsy music?

Gypsy music?

A little.

It goes something like this.

Yes, that's it.

That's it.

That's it.

I should have known if it's you, Snowy.

Where have you been?

Well, tell the truth, Governor.

I went out in search of a drop of bitter.

Did you find it?

Did I find it?

I'll talk to a copper who says there's a pub around here called the Cram.

We've got the best lot of bitter in the country.

We don't describe it until my tongue was fairly hanging out.

And then...

Yes?

Then he remembered that he...

He'd had the last pint in the place himself.

Snowy, that tune you were whistling.

Wasn't the first time we heard it at the airport.

Came floating out of the airport.

And the second time at the Garcia Club.

Blimey, on to something, sir.

And each time we've heard it, it's been a signal of death.

I wonder if that's why she was so alarmed.

Oh, sir.

Listen.

That tune connects with Foricata.

Bora Carta links up with last night's costly affair and Tina knew the tune.

Tina?

Lord Armadale's secretary.

Look out, someone coming.

We saw a little of the whistle, but we didn't hear anything.

Everything set, operation ready to begin.

Report to action station immediately.

Report to action station immediately.

My dear fellow, I do apologize.

I heard a noise and thought we had a prowler in the house.

I thought the same.

I was after you.

Only difference, I didn't have a gun.

Oh, that's one advantage we civilians have over you, fellas.

Yeah.

Did you hear a strange wailing noise a few moments ago, sir?

No, I can't say that I did.

I don't know quite how to put this.

It's got to come as a bit of a shock, I'm afraid.

And I suspect that Tina, your secretary,

was somehow involved in last night's affair.

Do you mean?

Well, everything points that way.

And she was in the village only a short time before its destruction.

Yes, that's true, but...

but she was terribly upset about it.

You saw that for yourself.

Yes, I know.

But that could have been assumed.

Well, I find it very difficult to credit it.

But still in a situation as serious as this, we must follow up any clue.

And no matter how deeply it may affect our personal feelings.

I'm very sorry, sir.

Well, we'd better go up to her, Roman, and confront her with your suspicions.

Tina.

Tina, I want to talk to you.

Right button, she's gone.

Oh, it's a terrible shock to me.

I've always trusted her completely.

Know anything about her background?

Well, very little.

I first met her out in Hungary when I was there on a diplomatic mission.

Soon afterwards, her father was killed.

Well, I'm sorry for her, and gave her this job.

She hasn't exactly repaid you over your kindness.

Ever seen one of these before?

No.

I can't say that I have.

Tina used it, or one like it tonight.

It made no sound, and yet it summoned her dog to her.

Know what it is?

It's one of those silent high vibration whistles they use in sheepdog trials.

High vibration?

Yes.

The pitch is too high for the human ear,

but a dog with this acute sense of hearing can pick it up with ease.

Shall I take that, sir?

Hello?

Yes.

Barton speaking.

Oh, hello, Colonel Gardner.

Yes, I understand perfectly.

The entire village of horse head is...

been wiped out.

Good heavens.

I'm to proceed there at once.

Sir.

Oh Sergeant Major.

As soon as you finish unloading report back here.

And don't overlook the animals and the farms.

Burn them.

We can't miss a confection.

Yes sir.

See that that's far older.

Yes sir.

This has just come through sir.

Anything report?

This is worse than anything intended in the war.

Yes.

No.

When we were being bombed we had at least a sporting chance.

I'm a doctor.

I can do nothing about them.

Nothing at all.

Don't even know the cause of death.

We none of us do.

Come and feel so helpless.

Well, we'll have the whole village cleared in about an hour, I should say.

Anything new?

Same old blank.

You know, there's one thing that's just struck me.

In the case of High Glen,

the area of destruction was far smaller than it is here at Holstein.

Yes, that's true.

These two villages may have been used as tests to follow us things to follow.

They don't seriously mean that.

Who can say that this trail of death is heading towards the great industrial

cities of the North?

Yes.

Right, held the line.

For you, Martin.

Intelligence.

Oh, thanks.

Yes?

The whole north side of the village is now clear, sir.

Well, contact Captain Pierce.

He should be through by now.

What about the river?

It's navigable for several miles.

You first hit guards on all the locks.

Good.

Well, keep in touch.

Goodbye.

Intelligence have questioned dozens of people outside the destruction area.

And all they can get out of them is that they were awakened in the middle of

the night by a high -pitched siren like whale.

I wonder if it has any significance.

Oh, that's your problem.

I have enough of my own.

Here, your commander on the phone, sir.

Well, good luck, Martin.

Thanks.

I'll need it.

I'm convinced that Tina and Fora Carter are up to their nicks in this.

But where are they?

Looks as though they've vanished into thin air, sir.

Come on, let's go and find some tea.

Well, if it's all the same to you, Governor, I'd rather have a double bitter.

We might even find that for you.

Know of anywhere where we can get something hot to drink?

Oh, there.

Well, we've got a mobile canteen down the fairway.

Fairground.

Fairground?

Yes, there was a fair here last night by the looks of things,

when the lads found a coconut.

Pick these up.

Snowy,

there are a pair of earphones exactly like these in the junk room at the Garcia

Club.

Fairground.

Beech is fair.

Yeah, but what on earth could they have to do with it, sir?

I don't know yet,

but the fact that it's passed through each of the dead villages the evening

before their destruction is more than coincidence.

Snowy, we're going to catch up with Beech is Fair.

What?

Staying at Armadale Manor?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Tina, did you know he was there?

Who?

Who?

I dig Barton, of course.

Yes, I knew.

And you never told me.

Why should I?

Human life doesn't mean very much to you, does it?

Fortunately, I'm not a stupid, sentimental woman.

Barton must be found.

There'll be no mistake this time.

Over on your right.

Sumon.

Santino's here.

We must keep her and that dog.

They'll lead us straight to her.

Snowy, listen.

Long live the dead, too.

Don't mock the scent.

Nor do I.

But we've got to take a chance.

What's happened to the dog, sir?

He's gone.

Go on, David, sir.

We walked into a trap.

Your presence here has saved us a great deal of trouble.

You see, we are prepared for you, Mr.

Barton.

You thought you were more clever than for a cow, huh?

That's the one very great mistake you make, my friend.

We'll see about that.

Allow me to congratulate you.

You fool.

You've moved me completely.

Please, won't you try and understand?

Enough, enough.

You have been interested in our recent activities?

Activities?

Mass murder, you mean.

Then I'll be some artistic, my friend.

If you know how it was achieved, you'll be lost in admiration.

That's typical of you.

Have you ever considered sonic vibrations as a lethal weapon?

I've heard of simple vibrations.

After about 20 ,000 frequencies a second, killing frogs and fish.

Why?

Well, suppose I told you that in my country,

we have perfected an apparatus that can create and transmit one million

frequencies a second.

What would you say to that?

I'd say that in your hands, it would be fatal to the human race.

Now, for our experiments,

we have used the fairground diesel electric generators to drive our apparatus,

which we link up with a magnetic tuning fork.

All the fun of the fair, disguising certain death, eh?

But now, my friend,

we have more ambitious plans for which enormous power will be needed,

plus a giant tuning fork.

The night that sunset will destroy our city,

people going about their work or pleasure will hear a faint sound in the air.

At first, they'll take no special notice.

Until as it begins to grow higher, they'll begin to wonder.

And then higher, higher, higher until...

Silence.

And for them, all is over.

Of course, you're quite mad.

But we shall see, eh?

Eh?

We're very ready to business.

Alex.

Good dog.

At it!

Look here officer, you've got to let me out of here.

My name's Barton.

Yes, and I'm Winston Churchill.

But he is Mr.

Barton's sergeant, like what he says.

Yes, and you're his man, Snowy White, I suppose.

That's right, Sarge.

How did you know?

Now, you be quiet.

I've had enough trouble from you already.

We've been in some pretty tough spots now,

but never one as infuriating as this.

I didn't mean to hit that copper gov.

Honest.

Oh, forget it.

You're incompetent fools.

Lail out and see to it when on the road in 15 minutes.

If you don't keep that dog of yours on the proper control in future,

I'll have him shot.

You understand?

You're losing your grip, Poracada, to let a dog upset you.

But you were holding his collar?

Oh, I'm beginning to understand.

You're perhaps becoming a little too interested in Mr.

Barton, hmm?

We won't discuss that.

So, you have better extend the vibrations to cover the whole area,

as well as the main target.

Then your friend, Mr.

Barton, won't bother us any more.

Gov, how soon is sundown?

Been under a couple of hours, I should say.

Oh, crocky.

Got any idea what they mean to start next?

Nope.

Snowy, come here, quick.

See that?

The beach is fair.

Now, next to it.

A tower.

A giant tuning fork.

We've got to get out of here.

The lives of thousands of people depend upon it.

Yeah, but...

Oh, sir.

I don't know, Snowy.

And there isn't a moment to lose.

Get the local police organized, and come take Lord Armadale immediately.

Then get there yourself.

Sunset's a zero, huh?

Meet me in the aquarium.

Right.

Attention, everybody.

Our leader, the man who has organized our entire movement, is...

is now going to address you.

I have only one point to make, and it is this.

We are after world domination for the country we represent.

Our task this evening is but a beginning.

In a short while, we shall have completely wiped out England,

and can then turn to the cities of Europe and America.

Now, your first task is to take over the power station near the tower.

We anticipate some resistance from the corporation men, but you,

my loyal friends, know how to overcome this.

After that, we take control of the tower itself.

Go to your posts with the will to succeed and let nothing, nobody,

stop you in that resolve.

At sundown, we shall be one degree nearer to our goal.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the next number will be an Excuse Me Dance.

This is an Excuse Me Dance.

I don't know what I'm talking about.

I don't know what I'm talking about.

reads at this time.

Hey!

So Barton's uncovered the whole plot, eh?

Yes, sir.

But he still hasn't discovered what the apparatus has hidden.

And the balloon goes out at sunset.

I've got my men posted at all entrances.

What's that, Ray?

Jackson's making a final check.

Ah, there he is now.

Excuse me, sir.

Now, if only Barton would come back.

I can't bear this waiting, this inactivity.

You said something about the power house.

What about having a look?

Oh, good idea, sir.

Oh, excuse me, me lord, shall I take that for you?

Oh, thank you.

Thank you, sir.

You're just in time to stop you meggling any further in my pen.

It will strike me pink, so you're the brains behind all this.

I'm what's known as a fellow trapper.

By your standards, I suppose I'm a traitor to my country.

Well, why not?

It's no longer possible to live like a gentleman by fair means.

As far as I'm concerned, this country's already gone to the docks.

All I care about is that I'm paid and very well paid.

Is everything ready?

The beauty of our little invention is that it's so small and so simple.

It can be carried around quite openly.

Allow me.

Thank you, my dear sir.

Now,

all that is necessary for this evening's demonstration is to take this apparatus

to the top of the tower and manipulate the controls.

The power generated here will do the rest.

And when the climax is reached,

nothing can save the people of this city unless they're wearing a special type

of protective earphone.

You won't get away with it, Armadale.

Forgot it.

You can dispose of them as you wish.

But this time, it'd be quite certain that there is no mistake.

A bitter, purer night in here.

What are they going to do to us in here?

I don't know.

Just for a caller to think of something picturesque.

Are they poisonous, Gunner?

They certainly are.

Correct, Mr.

Barton.

Perhaps you would like to take a closer view.

Hmm?

Now, observe the black member on your right, my friend.

Or perhaps our friend, the coroner.

The news, Mr.

Barton?

Now perhaps you will realize that for a caller has not only genius,

but a sense of humor as well.

Farewell, my friends.

Looks like Naughty at this time, Governor.

Looks like it old chap.

And what a finish, eh?

Well, there's one thing, sir.

It'll make him laugh.

Yes.

If there's anyone left to laugh.

Looks knowing.

Dina!

It's all right, Naughty at this time.

I couldn't help getting him involved.

Please don't think too badly of me.

No, Darmondale promised to use his influence and have my father feed.

Later I found that he told him to kill him.

Because he knew too much.

It's daunted, Governor.

All right.

You must hurry.

Please hurry.

It's no ale today with you.

You'll be all right, Dina.

Please hurry.

Yes.

I'll do it right now.

Stay back, please.

Excuse me, officer.

I must get to the top of the tower at once.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

Bigelow, get in the lift.

There's someone coming up, go down to stop it.

You OK, sir?

I'm all right.

What about the gang?

You don't have to worry about them.

Inspector Burke's got the old lot on the lock and key.

Well, that's that.

Blimey.

It wasn't half a year a thing this time, Governor.

You're not telling me.

Tina?

Poor kid.

I think she wanted it that way.

Snowy, look.

I think it was worth it.

Oh, Mr.

Barton, sir, seeing as how we've now got a minute to ourselves,

what about that point of it?