All language subtitles for blake.and.mortimer.s01e06.the.infernal.machine

By the tartan of clan MacGregor,

it is most impressive
and sinister as well.

Excuse me, officers.

How do I go to
"La Bove de la Damoiselle"?

La Bove?

That place has been shut up for years.

It's all right. I have a key.

In that case take the second
right and go up the hill to the church.

It's right next door.

Thank you. Goodnight to you.

He's from Paris and
has a key to La Bove.

How odd.

There's always been something
funny about that house.

They say that years
ago it used to belong

to a certain Professor Miloch,
a lunatic.

He was the mad scientist who
invented a machine to control the weather.

There was a bad accident.

His laboratory blew up
and he disappeared.

I see. That must be the damsel.

Hmm. Not very inviting.

Ahh.

Old Miloch was a madman,
but he could plan ahead.

"Dear Blake, Dear Mortimer,

To lay hands
on your fabulous inheritance,

you must one: go down to the cellar.

You will find the door
at the back of this room.

Two: Stand facing
the small statue

and stamp hard
on the round flagstone."

Hmm...

Where's that light coming from?

"Three: Go down the stairs
and into the crypt.

And there, gentlemen, is where
you'll find your fabulous inheritance."

Much ado about
very little in my view.

But we'll see...

Ah!

I'm trapped like a rat.

Marvellous.

Can this be... the legacy?

I say...

What?

This device is a machine
to travel through the ages.

Who's that?

You see before you the
most amazing invention

in the long history
of humankind.

May I present: the Chronoscaphe.

Where are you? Show yourself.

This device can transfer two
people to whatever era they choose,

past or future.

That's Miloch. A tape recording.

He set all of it up.

It's all yours, gentlemen. Try it out.

I guarantee that you'll find it
a fascinating experience.

Oh, yes, remember to
put on your spacesuits.

They're over there to your right.

Dear Francis,

when you return from your case,

you'll be surprised to
learn that Professor Miloch,

who died last week,

bequeathed his last
invention to the two of us.

I can't wait
to find out what it is,

so I leave for France today.

Join me as soon as you can.

Good old Mortimer.

He's never understood
that curiosity killed the cat.

This "legacy"
might very well be a trap.

Hello?

When is the next flight
for Paris, if you please?

If Blake could see me now.

But why not? I'll take the risk.

Fine, gentlemen.
Now your helmets.

This, too. You never know.

That's right.
Now fasten your seatbelts.

Close the cockpit and
push the blue button.

Good. This is how
the machine operates.

It's very simple.

There's a dial on the
dashboard to choose the era.

The pilot has two levers:

a red one to take off...

That's right.

...and a yellow one
to stop the process.

Now, I imagine Professor Mortimer
has taken control, as usual.

Ready, professor?

Enter the date, past or
future, where you wish to go.

Punch it in on the time selector
using the usual digital format.

It's quite simple.

Oh dear, if Blake could see me now.

Let's go back six months.
Just to test the machine.

You've chosen the era you wish to visit.

Now all you have to do
is pull the red lever.

Go for it.

Enjoy yourselves, gentlemen.
Bon voyage!

But, that's a Williamsonia,

extinct for over 150 million years.

Ladies and gentlemen, we
have landed at Orly Airport, Paris.

It is 6:30 p.m., local time.

That scoundrel, Miloch, sabotaged
the time dial of his Chronoscaphe.

And here I am now
stuck here all by myself,

a hundred million years
before humans evolve.

Uh-oh.

Get away you flittering twits.

Ach. Now I've done it.

Dear. That's a long way down.

Ah. There.

What on earth?

Let me out of here!

No! Don't!

A tyrannosaurus!

It might as well be a pea shooter.

Let's at least try
for the 20th century.

Odd.

The colors are
unreeling in reverse.

Maybe there's a colour
for each epoch.

Could that be?

Where in blazes am I?

I'll have to chance it.

Back in the crypt.

That was frightening.

But... where's the platform?

Ah-ha. Light.

Let's check it out.

How much further?

I don't believe it.

You are naught but rascals and foul
thieves ready to steal all my goods.

My goodness. Now,
I'm in the Middle Ages.

Hang them both
in the public square.

It'll set an example.

You want them hanged because
two hares were poached on your land?

My lord, they're children.

In the name of Mary,
mother of us all,

forgive them.

Never! How dare you
defend these rascals?

Their kin are in arms against me.
Take them away.

He's a fiend. A savage.

By the horns of Beelzebub,
who is this clown?

A spy? Here in my own castle?

Lord defend us.

I am Philip Mortimer, from London.

English? And come
from the secret passage?

Thou foul traitor.
Lay hands on him!

Easier said than done.

And you are naught but a coward
to attack two poor bairns like that.

Lay hands on him, I say,

and let him be
hanged with the others.

My fencing skills came in handy.

After him!

Luck is on my side, for the moment.

Stop him! Stop him!

Please, sir, don't kill me.

Of course not, lady.

- Who are you?
- Open this door!

I... I am Agnes,

daughter of Guy de la Roche,
lord of this castle.

The statue. It's you, isn't it?

My father ordered me to stay here.

I'm afraid of them. The Jacques
are going to sack the castle.

The Jacques?

I'm caught in the middle
of the peasants' revolt of 1358.

I'm stuck in 14th century.

Here they come. I shall be killed.

- Set on the flame!
- Burn down the castle!

Burn them all!

Down with the lords!
Down with them!

Follow me!

Throw down your arms.
You're outnumbered.

We won!

We won! Yeah!

They're cooling off.

The place is ours.

We're free, free at last!

Open the door!

Despicable! I loathe them.

Stand aside.

Go and hide on the balcony
and stay there, whatever happens.

Now, brothers,
the treasure is ours.

Wait! Who's he?

He's a lord, that's enough.

And clad in heathen garb.
He's an enemy.

Take the treasure and welcome,

but do not touch
Agnes de la Roche.

I will defend her.

What a flower of chivalry
we have here.

Who are you anyway, stranger?

My name would mean
nothing to you, but...

He's a killer, like all the others!

I'm not your enemy.

He speaks the truth.

He risked his life to save
the children from the gallows.

Oh. Alright then.

Let's make a deal you and me.

Single combat, face to face.

If you beat me, you'll go free.

You'll move on with Agnes and
you'll get to take the treasure.

Do you agree?

Bare hands? You're on.

Poor dolt.

He little knows what awaits him.

He'll be ground into grist for
the mill, like the rest of them.

I'll wring your neck
like a chicken, you clown.

Love judo. It works everytime.

So, my hearty, admit it.

Admit that you're vanquished.

May the devil take you.
Yes, I can do no more.

Remember what
your leader promised.

We go free, with the treasure.

I'm sure he rented this car.

There's no other way he could
have got here from the airport.

"One: Go to the cellar.

The door is at the
back of this room."

The secret passage was
closed when I got here,

so, then if Mortimer
explored the place,

the door must have closed
behind him automatically.

And so... watch out.

Good. Just what
the doctor ordered.

Now I know
it can't snap shut on me.

Nice work, captain.

Caught like a rat in a trap.
Just like Mortimer, I imagine.

Mortimer?

Mortimer?

That's his coat.
I'd know it anywhere.

Maybe he left me a note.

Only Miloch's will, nothing else.
That's no good.

Now let me think.

Mortimer must have
changed into a suit like this.

And Miloch left this one for me.

This can't be Miloch's legacy, can it?

I simply don't understand.

What's this platform for?

Cables. Where do they lead?

Well, well. How interesting.

That damn foreigner
beat me with witchcraft.

He's a sorcerer straight from hell.

Lay them by the heels,
him and his accomplice.

Wake up, you stupid fools!

He's getting away!

Quick, this way.

Take care. And may God keep you.

Come on, fast.

What can these cables
be connected to, I wonder?

I don't see what...

There's nothing but stone.

Except for that ring.

Let's try for the fun of it.

What is that contraption?

And where is it?

But... those columns...
there behind the machine.

They look...

Bingo.

They're exactly the same.

Astonishing.

Let's see where there...

No, I don't believe it.

1358?

And the device is
actually in the crypt.

But in the 14th century?

Courage, Agnes.

Mortimer.

But... who's that with him?

Sit down, lady, and fast.

Where are we going, lord?

Death to the sorcerer!
Death to the sorcerer!

But I don't understand...
Unbelievable.

Trust me.

You want witchcraft? Then here.

His hand spits flame.

Lord save us.

I told you so.

He was a devil sent from hell.

What's going on?

Where are we bound?

I wish I could answer you,
Lady Agnes, but I can't.

This craft is totally
out of control.

I'm doing my best, but...

Good grief, what can I do?

I must try to control
this... devilry.

They have nothing
to lose, that's for sure.

Ah-ha, the eighteenth century.

Luck is on our side.

Stay calm.

If I have it right,

the next time the blue
shows up, I have to...

Oh, no.

Ah. They're coming closer.

By the tartan of clan MacGregor,

all the systems are down.

We're done for.

Just hang on for another minute.
We're almost there.

Good grief.

Me... or my ghost?

Good heavens.

Mortimer!

Mortimer!

Mortimer!

Blake?

Are you all right?

Your friend looks in poor shape.

Alive, but only just.

Have a good trip, professor.

Enjoy the ride, captain.

Good grief, who set
the blasted thing going again?

I've no idea.

And where is it taking us now?

How would you like a short
visit to the 32nd century?

You'll love it.

Francis, Agnes?

Wake up!

The Chronoscaphe has stopped.

We've landed in a new world.

And it doesn't look very promising.

Where am I?

And who might you be, monsieur?

Why, um... I was about to
ask you the same question, ma'am.

Monsieur Francis Blake, may I present
Lady Agnes de la Roche,

daughter of the lord of this castle,
in the 14th century.

I fear your home
is greatly changed.

Changed? But why?
What is this place?

It's the crypt of La Bove,

beneath your castle.

But I haven't the faintest
idea what year it is.

You do but jest, monsieur.

Alas, no.

Look at that!

At the top of the ladder.

There's an opening.
It's worth a try.

Mortimer, I think this is
hardly the time to go exploring.

Come on, Blake.
Help her up the ladder.

Welcome to the wonderful
world of the future.

Enjoy your stay.

Best of luck.

This looks promising.

Let's see what's down here.

A subway?

There's a subway
in La Roche-Guyon?

There used to be one.

Judging by its state it's in,

a disaster struck at least
a century ago or more.

But who knows?
There's no way we can tell.

Monsieur Philip, what
is this, this "subway"?

It's a... Well, it's a...
a means of transportation.

It replaced the ox-cart
and the horse-drawn carriage.

You see, Agnes...

Lady Agnes,
we must tell you the truth.

Since the Middle Ages...

The Middle Ages?

Yes, you see, you
were born and lived...

or used to live, I should say,

in a period called
the Middle Ages.

I don't know if they still call
it that... in this day and age.

Whatever it is, because you see,
we must face facts,

Strange as it seems, Agnes, I'm
afraid we've travelled to a new age.

Speak plainer, I understand you not.

Over here, come quickly!

We better do as he says.

Come and look.

I found stairs
leading to another floor.

A giant reactor.

And it's almost intact.

An old nuclear power station?

That's right, old man.

But it looks as though it
hasn't been used in years.

Good grief, Blake,
what age are we in?

Be reasonable, Mortimer.

Come back to the Chronoscaphe

and let's see what we can
do to return to our own time.

Are you afraid
of the future, old chap?

Mortimer, stop playing with fire
and come back to the Chronoscaphe.

Out of the question, Blake.
Not right now.

I want to find out more.

He's incorrigible. Come, Agnes.

Francis, I'm afraid.

What a dreadful maze.

And wreckage everywhere.

The peasants who
attacked my father's castle

never frightened me
as much as this horror.

Stay calm, Agnes.
I'm afraid you're in shock.

What on earth can have happened
to the fate of humankind?

Nothing good, obviously.

Don't you understand,
you stubborn Scot?

That humankind couldn't
avert a nuclear war.

There was an apocalypse.

And there probably
weren't any survivors.

Human beings...

in the forbidden city.

They must be spies.

We'll kill them.

What are we waiting for?

I'm seriously disappointed in you...

Monsieurs, up there,

something moved.

- See anything, Blake?
- Nothing.

I'd swear to it.
I saw shadows moving.

Something's still alive up there?

But that is marvelous.
We must go and see.

Hands up, both of you.

Hands up, I said. Oh.

Your gun... throw it down.

His hair is red.

And the beard.
I think it could be him.

The messenger? The savior?

What are they plotting?

- Where are we going?
- To the master.

By what path did you enter
the forbidden city, strangers?

Through the crypt, naturally.

What crypt?

Master, this man is an impostor.

- A threat to...
- Gently, Ishma.

I think you are from the
planet Pluto, aren't you?

From Pluto? What do you mean?

Master, they want to
see the red-haired man.

I couldn't keep them out, Master.

- Look, there he is!
- The prophet with the red beard.

- It's the prophet!
- The savior!

I had no idea
you'd be so popular.

It's beyond me, old man.

He's here,
the messenger from outside.

- Yes, he has come!
- Our liberation is at hand!

Yes, our liberation is at hand!

Yes, comrades. You are right.

But I must speak with this man.

I will tell you all that
passes between us.

Now leave us.

- Yes, lord.
- Yes, master.

Thank you, master.

Ishma, go with them and
make sure they remain calm

while I am talking
with these strangers.

Yours to command, master.

My name is Focas.

I am the head, on planet Earth,

of the Planetary Liberation Network.

We anxiously await the
networks messenger from Pluto.

My men picture him with
red hair and a red beard

because of the old saying,
"Hair of red, tyranny's dead."

That's why they...

They think I'm this
prophet come to save them

That's right.

If you're not from Pluto,
where did you come from?

The 20th century.

You're not serious.

Indeed we are, Focas.

And Lady Agnes
travelled even further,

from the 14th century.

I should have listened to Ishma.

You're nothing but impostors.

Wait, Focas.

Let us explain.

So they found their way in
through the forbidden city, did they?

I don't believe it.

It's all a put-up job between
Focas and those three visitors

to improve the morale
of his partisans.

Hello, 308. This is 469.

308 here. Come in, 469.

A messenger,
supposedly from Pluto,

has just arrived with
two accomplices.

What orders?

What did you say?

April 12th, 3160, Focas?

Yes. That's the date today.

So, gentlemen, you've
travelled through time

for more than a thousand years.

And Lady Agnes,
more than two thousand.

If I'm to believe your
wild tale about the...

What do you call
the machine again?

The Chronoscaphe.
You must believe us.

Must I? Your story is most unlikely.

But I... I think I believe you.

I choose to believe you.

You seem honest and loyal.
Come with me.

I would like to show you...

exactly what
happened to the world

during the ten centuries
you've just skipped.

This is the town of La Roche-Guyon
in the 22nd century.

Awful.

Dear Lord.

That's the way it was
all over the world.

The planet was devastated
by germ warfare and by nuclear war.

To stay alive, the few survivors
were reduced to utter barbarism.

I can't believe it.

It's intolerable.

Fortunately, some humans managed
to escape the chaos that was Earth

and take refuge on other planets,
Pluto among them.

An interplanetary society
gradually rose from the ashes.

And then what?

Alas, a totalitarian minority
has taken over the whole galaxy

and now we languish under the yoke
of the Supreme Power.

That's what we're forced to call it.

Its goal is to turn sentient humans
into obedient robots.

So you organised a resistance
movement, didn't you?

That's right.

We have allies on other planets,
particularly Pluto.

But we've waited
for their messenger for years.

My men thought you were he.

If we tell them the truth,
the resistance is dead.

Would you pretend
to be the messenger?

You've convinced me, Focas.

- Thank you.
- I'm with you.

So am I, Focas.

My family had power.

But I am sad to see that,
over the centuries,

powerful people have brought
nothing but ruin and pain.

I am with you, Focas.

I thank you, my friends.

I have seen no women, no children.
Where are they?

For security reasons, they
must remain in their shelters.

How grim.

We'd better start by cleaning
and checking the seals right here.

Yes, sir.
Hey, you men, over here!

May I give you a hand?

Good day, Mortimer.

You're sure this antique won't
blow us to kingdom come?

Focas, this "antique," as you call it,
was built in my heyday.

I'm a nuclear physicist, remember?

Right. I came to bring you this.

I wear one just like it.

We'll be able
to stay in touch safely.

What an odd thing.
I will ask what it is.

Keep me abreast of
your progress, professor.

But, of course.

I don't expect any problems
in making the mini-bombs

you'll need for self-defense.

Monsieur Focas,
I found this on the ground.

It's a police transmitter.

We're being spied on.

So, one of the workmen is a spy.

That's right.

82X to 65Y, do you read me?

Loud and clear.

I'm uneasy.

The Supreme Power has summoned
me to the capital of the Earth.

I cannot refuse.

I must leave now.
Where do you stand?

In good shape.

The first mini-bomb
will be ready tonight.

Good luck, 82X.

Please state your identification code.

AFC0703.

Code verified.

The honorable Focas
is expected in the C.O.T.

The C.O.T.?
The Chamber of Truth.

I'm done for.

This way, honorable Focas.

This way.

Welcome, honorable Focas.

Hail, thou Supreme Power.

What do you wish from
your humble servant?

That you tell us what you are plotting
with the red-bearded subversive

and his two accomplices.

You refuse to confess?
So be it.

I'll tell all. I swear.

I will tell you all,
Supreme Power.

He should have
been back long ago.

Has the master abandoned us?

Nay. Keep the faith, friends.

The master knows what he's doing.

He should never have gone.

He had no choice.

They would have suspected
something if he'd refused the summons.

He'll be back.

There he is. The master's back.

Long live the master!

Long live the master!

Master, you're home at last.

We've been so worried.

The master has travelled far.

He needs to be alone.

The man looks brainwashed to me.

I think you may be right, old chap.

Let's get it straight.
Now I'm in charge.

- Understand?
- Yes.

You'll order your people to do
exactly as I say on pain of death.

- Got that?
- I've got it.

Now, call a meeting of the squad
leaders of your liberation movement

and convince them.

The hour is near.
We'll emerge onto the surface

to join our allies
from other planets

in a final battle for liberation.

Master, it's too soon.

The police robots will attack.

How will we defend ourselves?

Hold your peace.
Do you not trust me anymore?

Of course we do, Master...

Then that's enough.

All able-bodied fighters
up to the surface.

As you command, master.

The Supreme Being
planned it all.

When they stick there
heads above the ground,

we'll wipe them out. Everyone.

To arms! To the surface!

By order of the master,
everyone to the surface!

The battle begins!

What's going on?
This wasn't in the plan?

They've gone mad.

65Y to 82X.

Hello? Come in, 82X.

Focas doesn't answer.
Oh, that's bad.

Blake, Mortimer.

Look there, on the ground.

Police bugs.

And that's Ishma's coat.

The traitor. We must go up.

We have a couple of mini-bombs.
Let's take them too.

Good thought.

Forward! Death or glory!

We have to stop them,
or they'll be massacred.

Come back under cover.

The red prophet! Wait!

The red prophet is signalling to us!

Quick, Focas, speak to them.

He is a false prophet.
Do not heed him.

Focas, get a grip on yourself.

You're being
manipulated by this traitor.

How dare you say that, stranger?

Here is the proof.

Police transmitters to spy on us.

I'm done for.
They're aiming at the bugs.

Agnes, Blake, Mortimer.

What happened?

You were hypnotized.

Here they come! Run!
Run for cover!

Save us!
What have I done?

Not now. Into the shelter, fast!

Give me that.
Now, load it man!

- But--
- It's worth a try. Do it!

Hooray!

Long live the liberator!
Down with the tyrants!

Master, a message.

Our allies on the other
planets finally heard our call.

They're invading
from Mars and Pluto.

They'll be here in one hour.

So, if we can hold out for
one hour more, we'll have won.

What is that disgusting thing?

They call it the "Thing".
It's their ultimate weapon.

Run for shelter!

One...

two...

Three.

It didn't work.

Let's get out of here!

Blake, on the sole of your boot.

That's why the
Thing keeps after us.

Don't lose it.
We could use it.

Stick it on here.

By the sweet waters of
Loch Lomond, it's working.

I doubt if we need to worry
about the Thing anymore.

Focas?

Mortimer, Blake, our allies
from space have arrived.

- We have defeated our foes.
- And we're free.

So, Agnes, you prefer
the 32nd century?

Yes, I wish to live in this world.

You two brought me here.
I'm eternally grateful.

Good luck, Agnes.
Good luck, Focas.

Well, are you ready to go back
to modern times, old man?

Can you get us there?

I'd never trust this instrument.

But I do trust my luck.

Besides... I have an idea.

Oh, dear. What is it?

When you brought us back
from the Middle Ages, old chap,

I saw a ghost.

My own ghost appeared
in the Chronoscaphe

just a fraction of a second

before we reached the present.

I get it. You're going
to watch for your ghost

and then slam on the brakes.
It just might work.

My motto is, it's worth a try.

Well, well. Can they
be back in the machine?

Confound it.

They're heading back towards
the 20th century at top speed.

So, now, there's only one thing to do:

destroy the machine.

Don't miss your ghost, will you?

Quiet, I'm concentrating.

Now, the auto-destruction mode.

I've made it much too complicated.
It's taking far too long.

Oh, no!

So all three survived? Well.

I always suspected
the one with the beard.

I heard that he was a professor.

The poor man.
He's in a bad way.

Is he the professor?

There were two professors.

- So which is he?
- I don't know.

It's an odd name,
a foreign name.

They both had foreign names.

So that maniac, Miloch,
wasn't dead after all.

He's not dead even now.

The surgeon assured me
he'll recover.

By the tartan of clan MacGregor.

It's good just being
alive in the here and now.

You kept that?

Yes, of course. Didn't you?

Yes, certainly.

It's an intriguing souvenir.

And it's indisputable evidence
of our travels through time.

I'll wager no one
believes the story.

I mean, would you?