All language subtitles for blake.and.mortimer.s01e02.the.yellow.mark

Company, halt!

Carpenter?

What happened?

Carpenter, hey! Carpenter!

It had... red eyes.

A monster.

There he is! Sound the alarm!

After him!

He's heading for Traitor's Gate.

You're supposed
to in shape! Move!

- Well?
- Nothing, sir.

There's no one here.

Down here!

Get down here! Now!

Look.

The Crown Jewels! Follow me.

Over there.

Oh, no, the crown. It's gone.

Sir, look up there.
Look at that.

A Yellow Brand.

Hmm. It must hook in somewhere.

Good evening.

With you in a jiffy, old chap.

Feeling testy?

- Have you seen the papers?
- I haven't had time.

Well, make time.

The crown's been stolen?

I must admit this Yellow Brand
chappie goes for the high profile loot.

Doesn't he just--
The Prime Minister's furious.

I'm not surprised.

First the Turner disappears
from the Tate Gallery,

then they pulled off that
bomb scare last week.

He's facing stormy
season parliament.

Yes, I'm sure.

So what does he decide to do?

Tells you to clean up the mess.

Precisely. But
how did you guess?

My dear lad, I simply
took one look at your face.

You might be able to
help me on this case.

Maybe. Yellow Brand is obviously
a maniac with something to prove.

I quite agree. I mean why
steal the Crown of England?

Who could you sell it to?

This is just a vulgar stunt.

Yes. Pinching Her Majesty's
crown shows a certain...

lack of tact.

And painting that silly graffiti
on the wall. How childish.

I have it! Of course!

What, do you have, Philip?

I knew it must be
the hydrogen bonding.

That's it.

Then she told me to
sterilize the scalpel, so I did.

Goodnight, Dr. Vernay.

Goodnight, Miss Collins.

Goodnight, Dr. Septimus.

- Goodnight, Septimus.
- Goodnight, Vernay.

- Goodnight, sergeant.
- Sir.

No! No!

What the...

Oh, no.

This will make the
front page for sure.

Got it.

Now then, Philip.

Allow me to introduce
Inspector Kendall of Scotland Yard.

Glad to meet you, sir.

It's always a pleasure
to work with the Yard.

Now, Kendall.
How far have we got?

Well, sir, I have followed
Dr. Vernay's movements very carefully.

Left the hospital at 11:45,

met Sergeant McMurphy
on his beat

near the British Museum
around midnight,

disappeared less than a
minute later into thin air.

No witnesses. No trace.

All we could found was his hat.

No ransom demand, no clues.

Except for that
confounded yellow scribble.

Hmm. But why would
he kidnap Vernay?

It makes no sense, psychologically.

I don't believe in psychology.

- So if I may...
- By all means.

Hostile. Very hostile.

He's a good officer.
Put yourself in his place.

This was his case, and the
Prime Minister sent in the Secret Service.

And that's why he's a bit hostile.

Huh?

- He says he needs to meet you.
- Come up to Editorial. Fourth floor.

- Right away.
- Just tell me where, okay? I'll be there.

Dynamite front page,
isn't it, boss?

You just stop patting yourselves
on the back and get down to work.

Boss, I was just...

I don't get it.

Why isn't he pleased
about the story?

- What's biting him?
- I know?

It'll double our circulation
and he's like a bear with a boil.

Get me Calvin at the courthouse.

Yes, sir.

Judge Calvin on line two, sir.

Calvin?

Hello, Macomber.

Never mind the small talk.
Did you hear about...

- Vernay. Yes, I did.
- Be careful, Calvin.

Careful?
Why should I be careful?

I think someone's after you.

I think someone's
gunning for both of us.

Why do you think that?

The Wade case.

The Wade case?
Can you prove it?

Of course not. I'm relying
on my nose for news.

And there are too
many coincidences.

I have to go.

Take care, please. Take care.

To whom it may concern.

That's all I know,
but I swear it's true.

There.

Huh? What? What was that?

Now.

I must be imagining things.

- What on earth?
- Hey!

Sir, are you all right?

Mr. Macomber, where are you?

What happened?

Huh? The Yellow Brand.

Well, poor old Macomber.
Now he'll boost our circulation.

No fire escapes. No ledges.

How did he break in?

And then disappear with
Macomber under his arm?

I'm totally baffled.

No human being could
pull off a stunt like this.

Quite right. So what kind of
being are we dealing with?

- That's the question.
- What do you mean by that?

- Do you think...
- I don't know at all.

But it makes me wonder.

I don't know why he
was in such a foul mood.

This thing has more than
doubled our circulation.

Maybe he had other things
on his mind.

I think he was afraid.

Afraid, eh?

Then he must
have known something.

Here's Miss Webster, sir.

Ah, Miss Webster,

is it true that Macomber telephoned
Judge Calvin late last night?

Yes, captain.

That was the last
call he made before...

It's horrible. Poor Mr. Macomber.

It's a nightmare.

Thanks.

Um, Miss Webster,

may I ask you a question
that's a bit awkward?

Yes.

We badly need a lead.

Sometimes people, purely
by accident, of course...

Did you happen to listen
in on the conversation

between Macomber and the judge?

Of course I didn't.

What do you take me for?

Oh, come on, captain. She'd
never do a thing like that.

Pity...

If there's nothing further...

No, that's all. Thank you.

May I go, too, then, captain?

Now what?

What say we pay a visit
to Mr. Justice Calvin.

Righteo.

Yes, Macomber called me last night.

- And what did he say?
- He was worried.

Did he sound frightened?

Oh, possibly.

Of what?

He must have told you.

Actually, he didn't.
He was very vague indeed.

Why did he call you, sir?

We've been friends for years.

Now if you'll excuse
me, gentlemen.

I have some work to do.

We are most grateful
for your cooperation, my Lord.

Your testimony is priceless,
I assure you.

The old fool is lying
through his teeth.

Yes, but why?

He's afraid.

He knows something, but if he
won't tell us, what can we do?

What possible link could there
be between Vernay and Macomber,

and Calvin and the Yellow Brand?

It's beginning to smell
like revenge to me.

I wish I knew why
he uses that sign?

Pardon?

That Yellow Brand.
The letter "Mu" in Greek.

It must mean something.

Ah, here's our stop.

By the tartan of clan MacGregor!

What's wrong?

He's put his mark on your back.

I say.

It could be any of them.

Unless he got off
three stops back.

He's toying with us.

Yes, but now we know
we're barking up the right tree.

I suppose that's true,
for what its worth.

Well, from now on,
I get around in police cars.

And let the bus system go broke?

I am going to arrange for a guard
for Calvin whether he likes it or not.

Coming?

I'll head back to the Daily Mail.

I want to take a look
at their back issues.

As you please.

Nothing to report, captain.

Good.

With Kendall on duty, the
judge will come to no harm.

Hmm.

Freeze!

Is there a problem, inspector?

I heard a noise.

My dear man, a log
fell out of the grate.

Yes, of course, I see.

Sorry I intruded.

No. Nothing there.

September '53.

Thank you, Mr. Stone.

Found it. Unless I'm much mistaken.

Look here. Vernay, Macomber,

and Calvin, all in the same boat.

"Scenes of high drama today in
the notorious John Wade case.

The publisher of Wade's book,
The Mega Wave,

loses the libel suit he brought
against Dr. Robert Vernay

and Leslie Macomber,
editor of the Daily Mail.

When Mr. Justice Calvin
passed judgement,

the publisher suffered
a heart attack and died."

Taking one's work to heart is
all very well, but there are limits.

"The Daily Mail had published
an article by Dr. Vernay

in which he wrote that
Wade's book was a mishmash

produced by an inferior mind
relying on non-existant research."

Indeed. Quite withering.

Dr. Septimus was the only
scientist to defend the book.

I must have a chat
with this Septimus.

Do you remember
that case, Stone?

Certainly. It was a
cause célèbre at the time.

Tell me about this John Wade?

I can't. That was a pseudonym.
No one knew who he was.

Naturally. Otherwise
it would be too easy.

Where could I lay hands
on a copy of his book?

I wouldn't even know
where to start looking.

All the copies were removed
from circulation after the trial.

It's been out of print for years.

I see.

Maybe a second-hand book store?

Yes. And who's
this Dr. Septimus?

I think he's a psychiatrist
at Royal College Hospital.

Royal College? That's
Vernay's hospital, isn't it?

Yes, that's right.

Well, well...

Calvin!

Calvin?

Yes. I noticed that all
the kidnapped victims

had been deeply
involved in the Wade trial

and of course I was worried.

Then why didn't you
get in touch with us

instead of waiting
until we came to you?

Because I wasn't sure.

And besides, Calvin only
disappeared last night.

Thanks.

Thank you.

What do you think of Wade's book?
You defended it at the trial.

Yes, I did. And rightly so.

The man's a genius.
He's years ahead of his time.

But geniuses always
frightened petty minds.

Petty minds like
Vernay and Macomber?

Perhaps "petty" is
too strong of a word.

But I can assure you that
they're woefully conventional.

Like Calvin,
who's been kidnapped too?

Poor man. I saw it in the paper.

Do you know the author?

Wade? No.

I hope you know you're
taking a big risk, doctor.

What do you mean?

I'm only saying what
you said yourself.

All the people involved in
that trial are disappearing.

- One by one.
- But...

But I defended the book as you know.

So you think the author
is out for revenge?

And because you stood up
for him, he won't touch you?

Of course he won't.

Look what I've found.

The Mega Wave.

So you have a copy.

Certainly.

The publisher sent it to me when
I testified as an expert witness.

Naturally. May I borrow it?

If you like.

He's obviously hiding something.

Just like Calvin, he's
too afraid to talk to us.

Hey, that's it.

- What else could it be?
- No, look at this.

I never liked math.

Forget the math. Look at that.

The Yellow Brand.

Right, lad, an "M" in Greek.

Wade used the Greek
letter "Mu" in his book

to stand for his great discovery:
the Omega Wave.

Thanks, Mortimer. You've
saved me a lot of time.

Now I know there's a link
between Wade and the Yellow Brand.

Yes, but we still know virtually
nothing about John Wade.

We worship gladly at thy shrine,
thou dazzling genius.

We praise thy warm heart,
open hand and great wisdom.

We would wither
without thy generosity,

thy goodness, and thy understanding.

We live by thy light alone.

We are thy humble servants.

Lord, we are thy slaves.

Delighted to make your
acquaintance at last, old boy.

Freeze. Or I fire.

Hold it! Hands up!

I can't believe it.

Mortimer, are you okay?

Don't worry about me.
Get after him.

Captain Blake, Intelligence.
Follow that man.

James, you will
do no such thing.

Harold, do something.

Kindly show me your badge, officer.

Later, if you like. Not now.
And step on it, James.

There, there, Agatha.
Don't be afraid.

Nailed him. Good work, James.

By Jove, he escaped again.

Unbelievable

He must have a hide like a tank
to flatten a bullet like this.

Or a strong field of
force to protect him.

That creature is superhuman.

I've never seen anything
cover the ground so fast.

That reminds me of something
I read in Wade's book. I'll check.

That's odd.

I'm sure I left it on
the table last night.

That's it. The Yellow Brand
broke in to steal it.

I think you're right.

Every single thread we
find breaks off in our hand.

Except Dr. Septimus.

And he's the only soul
in the whole wide world

who knew we had
that rotten book.

That's true.

I think we should
keep an eye on him.

First thing tomorrow, I'll ship him
to the country under guard.

You're quite sure
this is this necessary?

I have a lot of work
to do at the hospital.

It can wait for a day or two.
We can't protect you here.

So, we're taking you to one of
our safe houses in the country.

Once you're there, we can all relax.

All aboard!

I'd say.

This isn't a scheduled stop.

I'll check it out.
You stay here.

What else can I do?

What's wrong? Why did we stop?

I don't know. Maybe a slower
train further down the line.

Nothing serious. Don't worry.

What's he done? The fool.

Septimus!

Oh, no, not again.

Septimus! Septimus!

- Didn't you hear anything?
- No, sir.

Come on.

Over here. A track.
Come and look.

Fresh tire tracks.

A car drove along
here not long ago.

Oh, my God!

What a nightmare, Mortimer.

We must stop this lunatic.

It'll be even harder, now
that we've lost Septimus.

I don't care.

I'm going to stop the
Yellow Brand, I swear I will.

I'm with you, but the first thing
we have to do is find John Wade.

Vernay, Macomber,

Calvin,

and now Septimus.

Our last lead, swallowed up
into thin air, like the others.

Greetings, Kendall.
Glad to see you.

Compliments of the season.

Thank you. The same to you.

No luck at all, Captain Blake.

No sign of the Yellow Brand.
Not a footprint. Not a clue.

Disappeared into thin air.

Where do we go from here?

Hold on.

I had a wee idea.

I talked to the man who used
to do the books for Thornley.

Thornley? Who's that?

The house that published
John Wade's masterpiece,

The Mega Wave.

Oh, right.

You think he might be able to tell us
who John Wade really is?

Right, first shot.

What difference does that make?

10 to 1, when we
know Wade's real name...

We'll know who's posing as
the Yellow Brand, inspector.

This just arrived.
It's addressed to you, sir.

"If you want to find out more about
the Yellow Brand, I can help you.

Meet me tonight at midnight.

Limehouse Docks, Shed 22.

Come alone."
It's signed "John Smith".

He wants to be incognito.

It's a trap.

You're probably right.

And if so, the best
thing I can do is spring it.

We might learn something
about the Yellow Brand.

Right. Let's do it.

Now what?

Attention all units,
remain in position

and await my order. Over.

Blake, Kendall here.
Do you read? Over.

I read you loud
and clear, Kendall.

I have the target in my sights.

I'm signing off. Over and out.

Professor Mortimer?

That's right.

I'm Wilbur James.

You wanted to talk to
me about the Wade case?

I do indeed. Come in.

I think I found what
you're looking for.

Capital!

It's the contract that man,
Wade, signed with Thornley.

It's a nasty night.

I wouldn't say no to a little nip.

Help yourself. It's over there.

Page eighteen, clause three.

Hmm.

By the tartan of clan MacGregor!

"John Wade,
alias Jonathan Septimus.

5 Tavistolk Square, London."

Septimus!

I always say, for a good
scotch, go to a Scotsman.

- May I?
- Feel free.

Scotland Yard? Mortimer.

Put me through to Captain Blake
or Inspector Kendall right away.

It's urgent.

You'll check with your superiors?

There's no time for that,
you dunderhead!

What?! Go choke on a crumpet!

Stupid Sassenach!

A fine malt.

Ah, from the Hebrides.

Lock the door after you.

Be careful, professor.

Here, taxi!

Tavistock Square, and fast.

In this fog, sir?
I'll do what I can.

Hmm.

I'm inside the shed.

Kendall, do you read me?

We're losing him.
What's wrong with this thing?

Blake, Blake!

We'll give him five
minutes, and then we move.

Smith? Smith, is that you?

Answer me.

I'm up here, Captain Blake.

I've been waiting for you.

Won't you come up and join me?

Three o'clock.

Alert all units.

- Smith?
- Over here.

Up there! He's trying to
get away over the roofs!

- Point those lights up!
- There!

Flood the roof!

- Got him, sir.
- He can't get away now.

Well, this is a real pea-souper.

We're in Regent Street.
Turn left at Oxford Circus.

Station four men at that gate.

Lights at every exit.

We have him now.

I say we have a chance.

Jump him, lads.

They've got him.

I have an idea.

Nobody talks, nobody stirs.

Blake.

Don't interfere.

Please, can we talk?

I'm no threat to you.

Look, I'm not even armed.

You have nothing to fear.

Just put him down.

We can work this out.

Trust me. I promise we won't...

Patrol the banks.

I want a man posted every 30 feet.

Hold it.

Look what I've found.

Do you think he drowned?

I wouldn't believe it unless
you showed me his corpse.

And even then...

All right. I'll tell them to keep looking.

He jumped into the Thames,
he'll have to come out.

I mean he hasn't got gills!

Who knows what he has?

Calling all cars. This is Jenkins.

The Yellow Brand has assaulted
an officer and stolen a police car.

Plate LLW-321.

Red alert! Get here, quickly!
He's dangerous!

Pull over, man. I'll go
the rest of the way on foot.

It'll be faster.

I'm doing the best
I can in this fog.

Here you are.

Huh? He's out of
his flippin' mind.

- Follow that car.
- What?

- Fifty pounds.
- Certainly.

Wow!

How does he drive like that?
X-ray vision or what?

Possibly.

He's heading for
Tavistock Square.

I'm not surprised.

Hey! Hey, you come back!
You owe me fifty pounds!

Bless my plaid suspenders.

What a stink.

- You were nearly caught.
- Yes, master.

- Take your place.
- Yes.

You expended too much
energy and failed your mission.

It is Septimus.

The mega-receiver needs recharging.

Yes, master.

I was right.

Voltage level ready,
condenser ready.

Initiate procedure.

Flawless. Flawless, as usual.

How do you feel?

Fine, master.

Olrik.

That's good.

Go.

Hello, Dr. Septimus.

I'm delighted to see you
escaped from your kidnappers.

Well, well, Professor Mortimer.

What a surprise.

Take him.

Macomber? Vernay? Calvin?

No, no... No!

Despite the threat
of the Yellow Brand,

Londoners are determined
to celebrate Christmas.

The shops are full to overflowing.

It seems Father Christmas
will make his rounds this year,

as he always does.

In Yorkshire, they're digging
out from a record snow storm...

That's all Mortimer said to you?

I said I had to check
with my superiors

and he, well, sir, he
swore and hung up.

Huh. I'm not surprised.

What could he have found
out that was so important?

This is the Yellow Brand.

Do accept my best
wishes for a happy holiday.

Blake here. Of course I see it.

I want a tracer
on that transmitter. Now!

Yet again, the leaders
of this benighted country

have shown us their
utter incompetence.

They have mobilized every
police officer in these British Isles

in order to capture me,
the Yellow Brand.

And I have made them a
laughingstock among the nations.

They haven't caught me yet,
and they never will.

Now, I wish to
announce another coup.

I have taken a hostage:

Father Christmas.

Oh, no, that's Mortimer.

For those of you who still
believe in this bizzare person,

I have some unhappy news.

I intend to execute
him tonight at midnight.

- I don't believe this.
- He's out of his tree.

Merry Christmas!

And a Happy New Year!

Almost got the point of origin.

Untie him. Leave us alone.

Yes, master.

Get me out of
this silly costume.

Don't you like it?

It suits you very well.
And it's seasonal.

That's just one thing the
Mega Wave can do, professor.

There are many others.

So, this is the famous Mega Wave
that John Wade describes in his book.

An amazing achievement.

It's my book! My Mega Wave!

It's the discovery of the century!

All this and modest, too.

Why should I be modest?

With my Mega Wave, I can
control minds from a distance.

I can transform
absolutely anyone

into a docile slave
with superhuman powers.

Anyone. Even cretins like
Macomber, Vernay and Calvin.

As you discovered to your cost.

Those pinheads slandered me
and I had to go into exile in Egypt.

That's where I found
that poor, deluded creature.

An ideal guinea pig
for my experiments.

I made him the Yellow Brand
when I came back to London.

But the Yellow Brand is nothing.
I am the master.

You miserable creature.
You slinking worm.

Yes, master.

See that? He's a slave, a tool.

Useful, but no more.

Out of my sight.

Yes, master.

That's right.

Impressive, isn't it?

But soon I won't need him any more.

Tomorrow, all of
England will be my slave.

Those vipers.
I'll make them crawl to me.

And then... And then...

the whole world
will acknowledge my genius.

But, you're totally mad, Septimus!

Me, mad?
How dare you, you snake?

I'll make you pay for that.
You'll pay.

Evening, sir.
Could I ask a few questions?

On Christmas night?
Good heavens, officer.

This is scandalous.
Can't it wait until tomorrow.

I'm at dinner. It's a disgrace.

It's too bad they couldn't pinpoint
the signal any better than that.

It's better than nothing.

And it's all we have
to find Mortimer.

Power on, condenser ready.

Bring Father Christmas. It's time.

Yes, master.

Oh, wow! Look!
Here we go again.

I'm Philip Mortimer.

Not Father Christmas?
I'm devastated.

But I'll survive.

Dr. Septimus is holding me prisoner.

Septimus is the Yellow Brand.

I repeat, Septimus
is the Yellow Brand.

Merry Christmas, chum.

Father Christmas
and the Yellow Brand.

Now that's the fight of the century.

There you are, professor.

No, no!

Septimus.

You must obey me.
I'm your master.

Stay away from me!
You're insane!

Thirteen minutes.

We'll make it. Trust me.

Take the crown, it's yours.

No! Please don't.
I'll give you everything I have.

I've waited for this
moment for months.

Now it's here and I'm
going to pay you back.

No, please! I beg you.

What you need is a tiny jolt
of Mega Waves.

But I have no helmet. Don't do it.

I brought you out of the desert.

Yes, to make me
your slave, your toy.

Wait! We could do
great things together.

I have no need of you.

Ah, free. I'm free at last.

Now, I'll deal with
Professor Mortimer.

Professor Mortimer!
Professor Mortimer!

Where the blazes is the man?

You see, professor, I'm trying
to respect Septimus' last wish.

His swan song, you might call it.

It's time we got rid of Father Christmas
once and for all, don't you think?

What a totally ridiculous character.

I never believed in him. Nah.

You're free again and yet all
you want to do is hurt people.

I'll dissolve you into atoms

and pour you back into
the primeval soup, Mortimer.

Ah-ha! I've found it.

Well done.

Blake, be careful.

After him, lads.

Blake, wait for us.

Farewell, Mortimer.

Colonel Olrik, what an
unexpected pleasure.

Hold it! Freeze!

Damn it!

Where does this door lead?

To the sewers of London, inspector.

Well, old chap, you
came in the nick of time.

Then my watch must be slow.

I thought I had 20
seconds to spare.

What are these ridiculous costumes?

We look like circus performers.

I demand an explanation.

Oh, look at this.

God save the queen.

God save the queen.

Well, Blake, old chap,

I think we've seen the
last of the Yellow Brand.

That's true. But perhaps
not the last of Olrik.