All language subtitles for blake.and.mortimer.s01e11.the.secret.of.easter.island

Oh, pull over and let him pass, Marcel.

Very good, sir.

Hi, sweetie.

Good grief.

The secret missile launch sites.

Magnificent, isn't it,
General Cambon?

They look nice, hung with my
works of art, don't you think?

Olrik, how did you lay hands
on those plans?

Your colleagues
were a great help to me.

But I still need
one piece of information.

Where is the seventh base
and what is its access code?

I'll never tell.
No matter what you do to me.

Don't worry, general.

I left my thumb screws at home.

But even so, you'll tell me
everything you know.

Three generals murdered;
two British, one French.

They found Cambon last night

near the docks in
the harbor at Ostend.

Before he died,

he had time to leave us an
indisputable clue to his assassin.

Olrik?

I thought he was
finally out of our hair.

Sorry, no.

But we were able to
track him down for you.

He's living in Brussels
as an international businessman

with no background, no C.V.

There's no way I can arrest
him without the Belgian police.

Rest assured, we'll do the
very best we can, Captain Blake.

Go for it.

That fool General Cambon

didn't even know
the primary secret code.

What a waste. Maddening.

With that code,

I could easily have ruled
the world, the entire planet.

The cops.

Move.

We'll never get through that.

This calls for stealth.
Come on.

Nice work, boss.

The helmet!
Give me the helmet!

- Huh?
- The helmet! Helmet!

You thief!

Give that back.

Hands up!

Freeze, Olrik.

We lost them.

Don't move. Help is on the way.

Take it back to Maurata.

Who are you?

It's for Maurata. Rapa Nui.

His pulse is weak,
but it's still beating.

Rapa Nui. That's Easter Island.

So where does this helmet fit in?

What on earth is it for?

Come in.

Good morning, sir.
I've brought your orange juice.

Thank you. Leave it on the
bedside table, would you?

It wouldn't kill you to take off
your hat when you speak to me.

What a lout.

What's he staring at?

I've never saw anything like him

in 25 years in the
hospitality business.

Well, well...

Good to see you, Mortimer.

Come right in.

You're wondering why I
disturbed you at dinner?

Well, you're right and the
turkey was a shade overdone,

but that Château Margaux
was a marvel.

Good Lord, Francis,
how did you know all that?

Put this on.

Now look at me.

Blake, I can read your mind and I
know exactly what you're thinking.

Absolutely, that
helmet is telepathic.

Don't ask me how it works.
I haven't a foggiest idea.

Great Scott!

What's this thing made of?

And who on Earth invented it?

No idea. But you know
who I took it from: Olrik.

- Olrik?
- That's right.

By Jove, what a terrifying weapon.

That's why I haven't
mentioned it to anyone.

I wonder if you'd do me a favor?

Never mind. I was going
to suggest we go out.

Come on, Blake. They missed us.

We have one slight problem.

They're watching my car.

Now, shh...

Sharkey.

Over here, boss.

Freddy?

What are you doing down there?

That was them.

Look!

They're not on our trail yet,
but we have to find another car.

This one's too visible.

He'll do nicely.

Perfect.

We'll get there on time.

What? Do we have an appointment?

Oh, dear. I forgot to tell you.

I wanted to ask you

whether you'd like to take
a short trip to Easter Island.

- Hmm?
- Easter Island?

Why would we go there;
Thousands of miles.

The man who gave me the helmet
begged me to take it there.

Well, Francis,

I would have liked some warning.

Oh, come now, don't be coy.

I know you're dying to come.

I reserved two tickets for Santiago.

We leave tonight.

Hey, hey.

Look at the car.

Watch this.

Hey, Pogo.

There aren't a lot of broads
to cruise around here.

Cool your jets, I've got a plan.

Freddy, are you sure
they came this way?

Yeah, but we had to hang
around getting you loose.

Ah, shut up.

There they are.

Flight 657 for Santiago de Chile,
is now boarding at Gate 7

Flight 657 for
Santiago at Gate 7.

Pogo.

Yo, ladies!

Want a ride into the city

in a really sexy car?

What's your name, sweetie?

Where'd they go, huh?

Where are they?

I don't know who you're
talking about? Honest.

There!

Passports please, sir.

My friend there,
he forgot his uh...

- He forgot his...
- He left his hat behind.

It's too late.
I'm sorry, gentlemen.

Yeah, that's right boss.

They caught a plane
to Santiago, Chile.

- Santiago?
- Yeah, that's right.

I checked it out
really carefully.

You idiot!

You let them get
away with the helmet?

Well, you see, boss...

Blazes! Santiago.

So they know where
the helmet came from.

I must beat them to it.

So you see, old chap, the
giant statues of Easter Island

have never been
adequately explained.

The true story of this island
has yet to be written.

Welcome to Rapa Nui, gentlemen.

You wish a nice hotel?
Not too expensive?

You want to rent a car?

Or a friendly guide
to show you around?

No, thanks.

All we want is to find a
person called Maurata.

Ah, the archaeologist.

So you're scientists, too?

I didn't think
you looked like tourists.

Come and I'll take you there.

My jeep is very comfortable.

So, shall we go?

Sounds like a good deal to me.

I'm sorry.

Allow me.

Taboo! Taboo!

Do you think he
did that on purpose?

I don't know. All I picked
up from him was great fear.

He was certainly speedy.

Yoo-hoo!

Yoo-hoo! Let's be on our way!

She said it was comfortable.

Is it far from here?

On the island nothing is far.

Just long.

It's over there.

Near the top of the volcano,
Rano Raraku.

Would you look at that.

All the huge Moai.
They're breathtaking.

Backs to the sea,
eyes face on the sky,

standing on guard
over the old families of the island.

That's what they say, but you
can't believe everything you read.

I'd have you know this
is a serious textbook.

For instance, did you know
they seriously underestimated

the weight of those statues?

They're far too heavy to
have been winched into place

on mere logs of wood.

Here we are.
Now you just follow the path.

You'll pass the old quarries where
they got the stone for the Moai.

And from there you'll see the camp.

You can't miss it.

Look at the half-finished
statues as well.

As though time had
suddenly stood still.

I think we're here.

There they are,
the desecrating infidels!

The profaners! Shoot them down!

I think I know why
they're upset. It's--

They better have a reason
for a welcome as warm as this.

Blake!

Stop! I have profaned
no one's sacred places!

No! I did not steal the helmet!

I am here!
I bring it back to Maurata!

Don't listen to him! He lies!
Kill him!

He is the one who
profanes this place!

Put on the helmet!

No, don't touch it!

It's taboo.

Put it on!
It will tell the truth!

We must know the truth.

No, you have no right!

Look out!

Blast you!

Yah!

I am Maurata.

I'm in charge of an
archaeological dig here.

And I do not need the helmet
to know that you speak the truth.

All ready, boss.

The crate's as good as new.

- We can scram.
- Forget it.

We're staying and this
time we're going to get it right.

Here, catch.

Olrik deceived you twice.

Once when he said he
was an archaeologist,

and trespassed in your
sacred place to steal the helmet.

And once when he told you
we were the guilty parties.

It was all lies.

I know we can trust
Blake and Mortimer.

Together, we will put the
helmet back where it belongs.

Be vigilant, my friends.

Let no one cross the line.

This is the entrance
to the sacred place.

There's a tunnel through the lava.

It is always guarded, as you see.

Oh! By Jove!

By the tartan of clan MacGregor.

You see before you the
real mystery of Easter Island.

The best part is inside.
Come with me.

What is this stuff?

Olrik expected to
find a great treasure.

But this is all there was.

The helmet and these
leaves of carved wood,

which I think are
typical of our culture

and record our people's
collective memory.

Is that a rongo rongo?

With the writing no one
knows how to read any more?

That's right.

There were ten of them, but Olrik
stole nine when he took the helmet.

And... I was deciphering them.

Are you serious?

So many scientists have struggled
for years to discover their meaning.

Yes, but remember,
I was born here.

All my life I have had
only had one ambition:

translate the rongo rongos.

It's too bad.

I only had time to record
the start of the story.

Listen...

When the first Easter Islanders
arrived here,

they discovered a virgin land.

Except, the Great Moai
was already there.

But the people had their own gods.

And this land is harse,
they were fighting to survive.

But one day,

a man decided to find
out about the Great Moai.

He put on the helmet

and a voice flooded
his whole body.

It said,

We of Markab salute thee,
valiant earthling.

We hear what thy soul says.

We are reading thy thoughts
as thou canst read ours.

What do you want of me?

To share our knowledge with thee.

Our people will come down
from the stars.

Be ready to welcome us.

Prepare thy people to welcome us.

The man told all the islanders
what had happened.

And while they waited for
the Markabians to arrive,

every family erected its own
statues to the glory of the Great Moai.

That's as far as I got.

And the Markabians?

I think they came,
bringing death and destruction.

Warlike extraterrestrials?

I think so, but without the
rongo rongos, I can't be sure.

The helmet became a pawn
in a power game

until finally it was declared taboo

and the Great Moai was buried.

Shut away and hidden.

Has anyone had contact
with Markab since then?

No one. That's taboo.

So that means the Great Moai is acting
as a huge cosmic transmitter, and so...

Olrik!

I'm so sorry to interrupt
your philosophical discussion,

but I must have it now.
Give me the helmet.

What did you do to my men?

Oh, they hankered for
the bright lights of the city.

What? No!

Another silly little idealist.

You know, archaeology
doesn't pay the rent.

All it took was a handful of dollars.

Except for him, what a fool he is.

Olrik, you're despicable.

The helmet.

No, do not give it to him.

Thank you.

You won't get far, Olrik.

On the contrary, Mortimer,
it's lovely weather for flying.

Quick, Blake, stop that maniac.

Adiós, amigos.

No.

The boss.

That's trouble.

Can't be too hard
to fly a crate like this.

Get me out of here.

Patience is a virtue, colonel.

Mortimer has gone for help.
He should be back in a few hours.

Sharkey dumped your plane in
the drink, so don't count on him.

You'll be cellmates.
You'll like that.

What did you do with
the rongo rongos?

Those idiotic pieces of wood.

I dumped them in the sea.

What do you think,
they were worthless.

That's a lie.

He sold them to a
Chilean collector,

Domingo Perez, in Santiago.

Bravo. He should be easy to find.

Yes, but I read
something else in his mind.

When he stole the helmet
and the rongo rongos,

he made contact
with the Markabians.

And they told him they would
soon be coming to Earth.

Listen to this.

"Spectacular Arrest.

Olrik captured among the
great statues of Easter Island.

The officer in charge,
Captain Blake,

is now on a
well-deserved holiday."

We're lucky that journalists
always ignore the essentials.

I am worried.

Ever since I learned Olrik
made contact the Markabians,

I have feared the worst.

The Markabians could
invade at any moment.

Oh, relax, Maurata.

What makes you think the Markabians
would necessarily be hostile this time?

I feel it in my bones.

I did not translate
all the rongo rongos,

but I remember one
section that referred to

"the land of our ancestors".

It talked about destruction.

Oh, come now.

In a few moments you'll
have the rongo rongos back.

And then we'll go
back to the island

and you can work on
them in peace and quiet.

Then you'll know what to expect
if the Markabians invade.

I hope it will all be
as simple as that.

The rongo rongos?
Of course I'll show them to you.

But feast your eyes
on these statuettes.

Aren't they glorious?

They date from the fifth century.

They're carved in ancient toromiro.

We don't care
about your gewgaws.

We called about the rongo rongos.

You're no interested in statuettes?

All right, then let me show you
some of my real treasures.

Mr. Perez, we're pressed for time.

We're not tourists.

If you only want the rongo rongos,

I haven't got them any more.

I sold them.

I don't like the sound of this.

Incredible.

Must have a scale of
hardness higher than diamonds.

And acids have no effect on it.

This is new to me.

Why not try explosives, sir?

We have some at the camp.
I'll fetch them.

"Professor Philip Mortimer,
care of Maurata's dig".

On your way, Maria.
The walk will do you good.

Oh, dear me.
It's going to pour soon, I see.

Stop!

You drop that right now.

Roberto?

Roberto?

Where's he disappeared to?

By the tartan of clan MacGrego!

"Domingo Perez doesn't
have the rongo rongos.

He's sold them to a Paris museum.

All the best, Francis."

That's all we need.

Let me go!
Let me go, you monsters!

That's the guide.

Unbelievable.
We've been waiting for an hour.

Oh, well. That's bureaucracy.

Good grief.
I've never seen such a thing.

Why they're frozen humanoids.

Oh, another of those helmets.

Brain functions are slowed.

Hmm. They're immersed
in a fluid cryogen

that keeps their body
temperature constant,

and they're fed a nutritional
serum intravenously.

They're kept in a state
of artificial hibernation.

These must be the pressure
and temperature gauges.

Their technology doesn't seem
all that different from ours.

Roberto! The guide!

Good grief!

If they were put in recently,

there must be a way I can
reverse the hibernation process.

Our comrades Le and Deki

are ready to awaken
from their hibernation.

Arise, Le and Deki.

Markab has assigned us
a new mission.

At your command.

We are on planet Earth,
1500 light-years

from our own solar system.

We have just
communicated with Markab.

They informed us that
a previous invading force

landed here some
900 Earth years ago.

- Impossible.
- I know.

That's why we must
find out what happened.

These two are Earthlings.
We have questioned them.

Like the other
non-Markabian species,

their intelligence is severly limited.

They buried our transmitter.

They call it the Great Moai
and they say it's taboo.

Although their thought
processes are primitive at best,

the Earthlings have invented
motor vehicles and even rockets.

Nothing comparable
to Markabian inventions.

Wait! I'm receiving interference.

There's someone here.

There!

Professor Mortimer.

I couldn't help overhearing
your conversation,

and I wish to assure
you that we Earthlings

are ready to welcome
you with the honors you...

He does not trust us.

Let me explain.

We shall question him.

The Earthling. After him.

Don't try to disguise
your thoughts.

You will not hold out for long.

Pieces of wood.

Now that's ridiculous.

What do you expect from Earthlings?

They call them rongo rongos.

I can read it in his mind.

The writing on those
tablets tells what happened

to the ancient Markabians.

The two Earthlings are seeking them.

They have not yet found them.

We must have those tablets.
Find them.

Sorry to have kept you waiting.

Now, let me show
you our rongo rongos.

They're a new acquisition
and we're very proud of them.

No wonder.

Ah! Here we are.

Our South Pacific Islands collection.
The third case on the left.

There they are.

Would you be so good
as to open the case?

Open the case?
My good sir, I can't do that.

What?

I'm very sorry, but it's
completely out of the question.

I must have these rongo rongos.

The fate of the
world depends on it.

That's quite possible.

Nevertheless,
they cannot be touched.

I would need clearance
from my minister.

If I may, I'm an officer
in the Intelligence Service.

And it is of the
upmost importance

that this man be given
access to the rongo rongos.

Well, I can't give it to him.

If he wants to examine
them more closely,

he must apply to the
director of the museum branch.

In due time his application
will be processed.

Get those rongo rongos
out right now!

Please forgive my friend.
He's had a long, hard trip.

Never mind.
We'll work something out.

Vertical section,
frontal lobes, number seven.

Is that my brain you're
slicing up so neatly?

Vertical section,
pituitary gland, number one.

Pituitary gland, number two.

You claim to belong
to a master race,

one with remarkable
intelligence.

Pituitary gland, number three.

You look more like
hidebound civil servants to me.

Stop fidgeting, Earthling.

Ah, at last.
We're starting to communicate.

There's no point in communicating
with inferior creatures.

You might try to understand us, Myia.

Who said you could call me Myia?!

I'm trying to make you realize
we're sentient beings just like you.

How dare you
compare yourself to us?

Never mind, Myia.

I will teach him who we are.

Watch and listen.

Then you will understand
the might of Markab.

Seven million years ago,

Markabians learnt how to travel
at the speed of light

and how to hibernate so
we can travel ever further

and thus we conquered space.

We erected giant relay
transmitters along our routes

that allowed us
to communicate with Markab.

These transmitters also give us warning

when other civilizations appear.

They alert the closest spacecraft,

which may be within
a few days travel

or several light-years away.

Those inferior races that can be
spawned anywhere in the galaxy,

are potential sources of conflict.

They disturb the
Universal Balance.

In 28,000 Earth years,

we shall return to Markab,

our ship full of specimens,

and we shall be proud to
have accomplished our mission:

to control all of space and
cleanse it of any new civilization.

There, miserable Earthling.

That is Markab.

Markab rules the universe.

Now do you understand?

You are certain that I cannot
take them with me now?

Of course I am.
We'd never get them out of France.

We'll deal with that later.

Hurry. I'll keep watch.

What are you?

You hold it right there!

Let go of me! Let go!

Where are the rongo rongos?

The Markabians.

Third gallery,
in the third case on the left.

Maurata.

Put this on.

These tablets relate
how your people

got rid of the earlier
Markabian invasion force.

You're going to translate them for us.

"Those who came from the stars
greeted the high priest

and spoke to him in thought

as is the custom among them.

They entered with him
into the hut that flies.

The others sat down in a
circle before the metal door

and began to intone a chant
to the glory to the god Make."

That's nonsense.

Maybe, but he speaks the truth.

Would you like me to go on?

Stay here. I'll deal with it.

This way, quickly.

Le and Deki are not answering.

And yet the spacemobile
is on its way back.

What if Le and Deki
arrived on target too late

to lay hands on
the rongo rongos?

What if the Earthlings have
already learned how to destroy us?

That's impossible.

It may be impossible, but it's
what happened to the first mission.

If there's any doubt,
you know the orders.

Immediately initiate procedures
to exterminate the species.

The device is ready.

In that case, let's deal
with this Earthling first.

I'm very worried
about Mortimer and Roberto.

Have you almost finished
translating the rongo rongos?

I will try and summarize
the main points for you.

The high priest escaped
from the spacecraft

and said that the Markabians
wanted to destroy the world.

Destroy the world?

I'm sure you've noticed we are
experts in the brain in all its forms.

We will subject
yours to radiation,

then leave your
corpse on the ground.

Your brain will emit
lethal psychic waves

that will spread
all over your planet.

Invading and destroying
every member of your species.

It'll never work.

Something always goes wrong.
Haven't you noticed?

Of course you have.
The first mission failed.

You said so yourself.

Do not heed him.
He's playing for time.

Earthling,
I will shut your mouth for good.

What?

Credulous fool.
Our weapons harm others, not us.

Sorry it took us so long.

Maria.

Don't apologise.
Your timing's perfect.

We must go! Quickly!

Shut the main hatch.

"Rano Raraku, the great volcano,
vented its fury

and those who came from the stars
dropped their weapons.

They writhed on the ground.

Their faces turned white
and crumbled like sand.

Rano Raraku then vanquished
those who came down from the stars."

I do trust that doesn't mean we
have to wait for an earthquake

to get rid of the Markabians?

Ah, Blake, did you do it?

Hello. I'm delighted to find
you both safe and sound.

Yes, yes, but I can't explain.
We must be quick.

Did you find out how they defeated
the Markabians the last time?

Yes, we did.
It took an earthquake.

You mean with an earthquake...

Okay.

Do you know if those explosives
are still back at the camp?

What's the good of that, Philip?

You can't recreate an earthquake
with a couple of sticks of dynamite.

No, but I've noticed
that the Markabians

are particularly sensitive to
low-frequency noises like thunder.

Good. This specimen is
ready for the first experiment.

You will regret this.

Oh, dear. She's no
brighter than the last one.

The sacred site will remain taboo.

It will be turned into
an ultra secret research station.

Maurata will be in charge,
with Roberto as his chief assistant.

Now we must think of the future.

Other peoples,
other worlds in the universe

are threatened as
we were threatened

by the destructive
madness of Markab.

Soon, we hope,

we'll will be able
to avert this danger

that faces all
extra-terrestial worlds.