All language subtitles for The Champions S01E04 The Experiment

'Quickly. You're 30 seconds behind schedule.'

Halt!

Advance or be recognised.

'Not fast enough. You have less than one minute,

'you must act immediately. Immediately!'

One man entered, sir. That's
all. One man. That's enough.

Shall I call up the reserve guards, sir?

He won't get very far. Put them on standby, then.

General alert, general alert.
All personnel on standby.

Oh, the man's a fool.

Incredible. I hardly saw him move, sir.

Put extra guards on the elevator.
He mustn't reach the computer room.

Yes, sir. All guards to Section Eight.

'Intruder is highly dangerous.
Repeat, highly dangerous.'

'Faster, faster! You're leaving it too late.'

Seal all areas. He's in the elevator now, sir.

All right, position the men.
Tell them I'll join them there.

This is Control. Seal all areas.

'Seal all areas.'

Hold your fire till I give the order.

# Black sheep Have you any wool?

# Yes, sir, yes, sir Three bags full

# Baa, baa, black sheep Have you any wool?

# Yes, sir, yes, sir Three bags...

# Full. #

Dead!

'Craig Stirling and Richard Barrett.

'Devisors of their own ways

'to test the qualities and
skills that they have been given.

'Qualities and skills, both physical and mental,

'to the peak of human performance.

'Gifts given to them and to
their colleague Sharron Macready

'by the unknown race of people
from a lost city in Tibet.

'Qualities and skills of the
dimensions of super-humans.

'Gifts that are a secret to be closely guarded.

'A secret that enables them

'to use their powers to their best advantage,

'as champions of law, order and justice -

'operators of the international agency of Nemesis.'

Doctor Glind? Yes?

Ah, you must be Tremayne.

Yes, thank you so much for seeing me.

Not at all. Thank you for agreeing to meet me here.

Guest lecturing is only one of my
time-consuming pastimes, I'm afraid.

Yes, I understand.

And I am hurrying to another appointment,

so I hope you don't mind if I carry on here.

No, no, no, you go ahead.

I read the report you sent me, Tremayne.

Good. And what conclusions did you draw from it?

Only that the whole business was very far-fetched.

The break-in at the research establishment was,

I agree, extraordinary.

However, I fail to see the connection between that

and my past investigations.
Well, perhaps I can help you.

According to the data compiled,
the guards at the establishment...

Are human.

Tremayne, their statements were made
sometime after the event took place.

All you have in this report are
exaggerations, overdevelopment.

A highly dramatised account
of what they thought they saw.

Wait a minute, wait a minute, Doctor.

There is something more than
just eyewitness reports to go on.

The establishment is fitted with a
closed-circuit television system.

A film was recorded! Yes, and film can lie.

The angle of the camera,

the lighting, the speed of the shooting.

If you want my opinion, it
was the viewing of the film

that influenced the statements of the witnesses

and caused them to believe they saw something

which, in fact, they hadn't.

Mmm. You dismiss this
business very lightly, Doctor.

Do I? Well, I'm sorry. I don't mean to.

But my past work enables me to judge

just what is and what is not possible.

I see. Then you won't help?

Not "won't". Cannot.

Naturally, I must accept your decision.

Tremayne, I assure you,

this whole business is just one
of those unexplained events.

An isolated incident.

If you want my advice, I
suggest you drop the whole thing

and push it back to whoever gave it to you.

No, I'm afraid I can't agree to that.

You see, during an investigation,

we explore every avenue and
leave no stone unturned.

Well, one minute after that film was taken,

he had the mind of a child of two.

Took him all his time to put
one foot in front of the other.

He was examined, I take it?

Yes, there was no trace of
any drugs or, for that matter,

any kind of stimulant or what have you.

From the film, I'd say his reaction was as fast...

Yeah? Go on, Richard?

Well... he was fast.

Yeah, a man like that'd take some
stopping, wouldn't he? Exactly.

And if there were ten men like it,

no security establishment
in the world would be safe.

Well, it's going to be your job to
find out who was controlling him.

That should be interesting.

Now, this is our only lead. It was found on him.

Presumably, someone gave him orders through it.

Is this also a transmitter?
Yes. Estimated range, 50 miles.

50 miles?

Well, I won't keep you. Good day, gentlemen.

You can borrow that file, everything
you need to know is in it.

Is it just the two of us on the assignment?

Oh, yes, I've already sent Miss
Macready to England. On leave.

Leave? She didn't tell us anything.

Does she tell you all her plans?

Well, no, but...

Then why the question? Good day, gentlemen.

Tremayne here.

Look, I want a full report on Miss Macready

when she arrives in England. 'Yes, sir.'

I'm expecting her to be met at the airport.

The Alderney Hotel, please.

Alderney Hotel, but she may
not get there, so stay close.

I think they know we're onto them.

From the Department, Miss Macready.
It's quite official, I assure you.

DI6, Major Cranmore.

Then you must know Captain Jamieson.

We had no Captain Jamieson, Miss Macready.

Some other department perhaps.

Oh, I see! Yes, of course. We
always try that one, don't we?

We'd like to talk over a project with you.

Here? Why not?

Well, what can I do for you, Major Cranmore?

Give us 48 hours of your time.

It's not mine to give. We checked with Nemesis,

and they informed us you
had no immediate assignment.

We therefore feel free to ask you
to volunteer for an experiment.

I'd always thought that British
intelligence disapproved of us.

Nonsense. A certain amount of
rivalry, naturally. Good for morale.

But for this experiment, the
team's been drawn from DI5,

DI6, the CIA and the French
Sortie. Very impressive.

You will be in good company, I assure you.

If you do volunteer, complete
secrecy must be maintained.

Why me?

You have certain qualities
essential to the experiment.

Our computers made the choice based on certain...

Well, incidents in past assignments of yours.

Your file at Nemesis supports this conclusion.

Then why wasn't I briefed by Nemesis?

Because, officially, they're not involved.

I wonder who is involved, officially.

At the project, you'll be
given a complete briefing.

I haven't agreed to volunteer yet.

But you will, won't you, Miss Macready?

You will.

Wait here.

Tremayne here. 'Renfrew here, sir.

'I'm afraid we've lost Miss Macready.'

Oh, no.

All right, goodbye.

Impressive? Yes, very.

What are they training for, the World Championship?

Hardly. Part of the test. It's all being monitored.

'Stop.'

I'll introduce you.

Looked a good game. Mmm, reasonable.

Our latest volunteer.

This is Marion Grant, detached from DI6.

Susan Francis, CIA. Paul Lang, DI5.

And Jean Jereau, French Sortie. And this...

Is Sharron Macready of Nemesis.

ID number 50-66-01.

Degrees in medicine and biology.

Plays tennis, squash, golf and mah-jong.

Aren't you forgetting my fencing?

I only mention what you think you're good at.

Then perhaps you haven't
had the latest information.

Take no notice of Marion.

She's always trying to put people off.

At the moment, we're
experimenting with precognition.

Telepathy comes later. That'll be interesting.

I better take you to Doctor Glind.
He's in charge of the project.

There's no rush, Cranmore. Fencing, you said?

I'm sure Miss Macready would like
to know what she's getting into.

Or would you rather sit this one out?

Ladies.

I don't remember including a fencing
display as the morning's activities.

Just a friendly fight, Doctor.

You're not here for games, Miss Grant.

You had your orders, Cranmore.

Why wasn't I informed of Miss Macready's arrival?

I was just on my way, sir.

There are certain medical
formalities to be carried out.

If you'd be so kind as to go with Cranmore.

How many times must I tell
you? Keep to the schedules.

Every word, every move, every breath is calculated!

Deviate just once, and you'll risk everything.

Not much we can do for him, I'm afraid.

It'll take us years to teach him to speak.

Any indication how it was caused? Not yet.

We're carrying out further tests,
of course, but the difficulty is

that so much of his brain's no longer functioning.

Yes, can I help you?

Did you have a security patient arrived last night?

Yes, but nobody's allowed to
see him. That's quite all right.

I've full authority.

Doctor Farley, isn't it? Second
floor I believe they said.

I'll telephone him. It's all
right, he's expecting me.

That's about all I can tell you.

We did some encephalograph readings
this morning. Brain patterns.

Do you have the results? The
report should be ready on that.

We'll go down to the lab, shall we?

He had an identity card, it
said he was from intelligence.

He seemed so sure of himself.

And you're you certain of his
name? Cranmore. Yes, quite certain.

Thank you, nurse.

Well?

It could be checked, but I doubt
if it would tell us anything.

Why kill him? A man like that's
never going to recover anyway.

They may not have known that.

They knew where he was, the
even knew your name, Doctor.

No, he must have been a danger to them somehow.

You saw the results of the tests.

Practically no mental awareness at all.

It would have taken months to have
plot the extent of the breakdown,

let alone find the cause.

Doctor, is there anything you can tell us

about his behaviour pattern during
the test, maybe? No, nothing.

Wait. When we put him under the encephalograph,

he was afraid. He shouldn't have been.

In his condition, it'd
would've meant nothing to him.

Unless he'd seen one before.

But it's a perfectly harmless machine.

In the wrong hands, it could
be extremely dangerous.

Look up, please.

That's right.

You have remarkable vision, Miss Macready.

Yes, I believe I have.

Your arm, please.

What's that? A syringe.

We require blood samples for
tests. But I've already had tests,

you can get the results from Nemesis.

We prefer to do our own.

And how are we progressing?

I thought we were investigating
the mind, Doctor? So we are.

But the tests are somewhat vigorous,

and we want to be quite sure

you're in excellent physical condition.

Put your head back.

It's nothing to worry about.

This only takes a moment.

Just relax.

I said relax, Miss Macready.

Breathe in, breathe out, hold your breath.

Don't tell me you've never
seen an x-ray unit before.

She seems fit enough, Doctor Glind.
Exactly as we expected, in fact.

Of course, I'll confirm later,

when I've had the blood and
x-ray reports. Excellent.

Well... you've been very patient,
my dear. I had no choice.

I think you owe me some kind of
an explanation, Doctor Glind.

Of course. My office is through here.

And then I'd like to speak to Nemesis.

I'm sorry, I thought the position
had been explained to you.

This is a secret establishment. But so is Nemesis.

They are aware that you've accepted our offer.

No other communication is necessary.
In other words, you won't allow it.

While you're here, no. The
project is too important.

Sit down, my dear.

You've met our team, seen them in action.

You must have some idea
what we're attempting to do.

I'd prefer you to tell me.

The purpose of this experiment

is to find ways of speeding up the human reflex.

Artificially?

No, we've tried most of the stimulants, of course.

But without success. However...

..we found that certain
agents operating in the field

had a highly developed sixth sense.

A sort of nose for danger, if you like.

We chose four of those people

and subjected them to three
months of intensive training.

We have found a way of developing that sixth sense.

Why all the secrecy, Doctor?

Because the four people you met today

are the most advanced human beings on earth.

Because they're first?

Miss Macready, when people move
and react at incredible speeds,

it is no longer possible for
the normal senses to cope.

The mind must make use of shortcuts.

Forms of telepathy, clairvoyance,
extrasensory perception.

You should realise that. Should I?

The four people outside are not
the only ones with powers, you see.

We're not fools, my dear.

We have sufficient information
on your work with Nemesis

to realise that you have certain
of these talents yourself.

The question is... how did you get them?

Mark this. Right.

That's not a question I can
answer, doctor. Oh. Then who can?

She's lying. She must be.

Not according to this. He's being too careful.

'Miss Macready, our work here is vital.'

You must know that the Eastern powers

have been working on extrasensory
perception for years.

Now, for all I know,

your talents could be superior
to those we have developed here.

You must help us! But I've already agreed to.

Then please begin by telling
me how they were developed.

I'm sorry, I can't. You mean I must ask Nemesis?

Nemesis can't tell you anything either.

As you wish.

Your caution will not affect the experiment.

Which is? A test, my dear.
Your talents against theirs.

And if I refuse? You won't.

Because you want to find out
the answer as much as I do.

I don't understand it. She
can't know we're monitoring her.

Wouldn't make any difference
anyway. You can't fool this.

You've got to face it, Doctor.

She's telling the truth, she doesn't know.

If she doesn't... then we've
got nothing to worry about.

This isn't getting us anywhere.

Well, it's got to be in this area somewhere.

If the range of the transmitter was 50 miles,

it could be 100, it could be 200.

No, the man was unstable. They'd
never risk long distances.

I wish Sharron would contact us. Sharron?

What did I say that for? She's
on leave, isn't she? Yes.

I just had the strongest feeling

she's mixed up in this business somehow.

That's strange.

There's another village further down the road.

All right, come on. Least
we'll be able to get a drink.

What are you going to have? Scotch on the rocks.

Have a half a bitter and like it.

Good afternoon, gentlemen. Hello.

Two halves of bitter, please. Coming right up.

Let me. No. OK.

This place is loaded with
suspicious characters. Mmm.

Two bitters, gentlemen. Thank
you very much. Thank you.

We're looking for a friend of ours.

He's working around here somewhere.
We seem to have lost his address.

No, I can't say I've seen him.

What's his name? Wilson, Jack Wilson.

Afraid I don't know him, sir.

He's been working in a nursing home,

fitting a lot of electrical equipment.

Psychiatric place, I think they said.

- Wilson did you say?
- Mmm.

I seem to know the face. Did
I hear you mention psychiatry?

Yes. Some sort of private nursing home.

Sounds like Beeston Lodge, a
couple of miles down the road.

Pretty fussy about visitors,
though. You've been there?

I've passed it once or twice.

I did see them moving some
electrical stuff in there

a couple of months ago.

They don't seem to have any patients.

Well, we'll go and have a look.

Yes, why not? We've got half an hour to spare.

Your change. Thanks very much.

Bye-bye. Thank you.

Good afternoon, gentlemen.

I haven't heard you mention that place before, sir?

Mmm? Haven't I?

Mind if I use your phone. By all means.

Ah, thanks.

'Number, please?' Two nine, please.

Stirling and Barrett. They're on their way up.

Same again, please. Certainly, sir.

Richard. Sharron?

Are you all right? Yes, fine.

How long have you been on this case?
I wasn't aware I was on a case.

Tremayne sent me on leave, and I mean sent.

I was ordered to go.

Then he knew something. Beginning to think so.

What have you got? Sharron's in there. Look.

'I was approached by this phony
character at London airport.'

And I was intrigued enough to do what he said.

And what's more, I think that
was his plan. He knew I would be.

Someone's coming.

Come in.

We're ready. Doctor Glind
doesn't like to be kept waiting.

Then you better hurry, Marion, it
wouldn't do for you to be late.

I hear you're going to join
us, Sharron. I'm going to try.

Ah, I'm defeated already. Sharron, yours.

Thank you. There'll be plenty of time for that.

Now, this first series of tests

is to determine coordination and reflexes.

Miss Macready, at this stage,
you'll operate as one of the team.

I'll give you a signal when
I wish you all to begin.

Begin what? Oh, just games. We have
to humour the old boy sometimes.

Don't worry, we'll treat you
gently. Speak for yourself.

You'll need this. Some of
us get a bit enthusiastic.

Come on, Doctor.

To you, Paul.

Just a friendly game, eh?

Sharron, we're at the window.

What have you found out so far? Not much.

What do they know about you? Everything.

Your fellow players seem to be

giving a pretty good account of themselves.

Sharron, you stay put.

We'll check with Tremayne, see what he's up to.

When will you be back?
Tonight. Late, I should think.

Let's go.

Yes?

Reaction time?

One 3000th. And angle of receiving 1.4 degrees out,

but she corrects it in time.

Subject, normal. She isn't even breathing hard.

Hmm...

I want to study this test later,
in slow motion. Right, sir.

Yes, yes, thank you. I'll tell him.

Stirling and Barrett are leaving
the grounds now. Excellent.

We can assume they found what
they were looking for. I think so.

How ingenious they are.

Are you ready for another
reading? Yes, sir, I'm ready.

Faster, please.

Especially you, Miss Macready.

Her reactions are slowing. Good, good.

Analysis coming through now.

She's fast all right. Very fast.

Stop.

'Thank you, everyone. That
will be all for the moment.

'Please assemble in Room Four in one hour.'

Miss Macready is a remarkable woman.

But not quite remarkable enough.

If Sharron was on this assignment,
we should have been, too.

"On leave," what were you trying to pull?

We had to find out sooner or later.

I did not know that she WAS on the same assignment.

Oh, really. You can't expect
us to believe that... sir.

You can believe what you like,

but what I've said happens to be true. Now, listen.

About a fortnight ago, we discovered
that Sharron was being followed.

It was very skilfully done, and
we learnt nothing from watching.

Well, to me, at the time,

the solution seemed to be a
spot of leave, in England.

So they could move in? Yes, so they could move in.

I had men at the airport,

and they confirmed that she was,
indeed, met and left in a taxi.

But unfortunately, my men lost her soon afterwards.

But you told her nothing?

Well, what could I tell her? I knew nothing!

Besides, if I had warned her,
it might've been apparent,

it might've counted against
her when she was picked up.

It might have put her in danger! Danger?

She's a danger now, she's mixed up
with the same bunch we're after!

Yes. Which brings us to very intriguing point.

This case is concerned with...

Well, for want of a better word,
super beings. That's a good word.

Why should Sharron have attracted their attention?

Hmm?

No idea. None, sir.

There are times when I think
I've been in this job too long.

All right, what happens now,
sir? Do we go and pull her out?

From now on, the decisions
rest entirely with you two.

You will leave immediately, of course,

but for heaven's sake, use extreme care.

There are elements in this case I don't like,

I don't like them at all! Elements?

Well, so far, they always seem to
have been one step ahead of us.

It's almost as if we are
being... directed into something.

26.

Why don't you try? Roulette never was my game.

Well, you really ought to try.
We find it very good practice.

The odds against three correct
calls in a row are quite fantastic.

Not in Monte Carlo. It happens all the time.

Your attention, please.

You've been playing now for exactly 30 minutes.

Why exactly, Doctor? Why...?

Well, why are you always so specific about time?

When dealing in microseconds, Miss Macready,

one has to be specific.

It is time that you rested.

You will be on call again tomorrow, from 7:30 AM.

Exactly! Good night, Doctor.

She's left her room.

That one's Cranmore, doing his rounds. Mm.

Shall i call him off? No.

She'll expect guards. If they find her.

Cranmore's going to wake up with a nasty headache.

She's getting closer.

Come in, Miss Macready. We've been waiting for you.

You OK?

Yeah, thanks.

I'll tell you one thing. Our timing is all wrong.

Yes, my dear.

We're no longer concerned
with keeping up appearances.

I'm glad. I was beginning to find
your little charade rather boring.

These powers of yours, how did you get them?

I don't know.

Haven't you any faith in
your own equipment, Doctor?

No matter. My interest is purely academic.

You can't tell me you went all this
trouble for purely academic reasons?

True. The reasons for our little experiment are,

I imagine, on their way here.

They will come... to find you. They?

Surely you didn't think we believed

you were the only Nemesis agent with extra talents?

We know all about Craig
Stirling and Richard Barrett.

You'll learn nothing from them. Learn?

My dear Miss Macready, we already
have all the information we require.

Every test you took, every move you made.

Even the way you pretended to
believe our little subterfuge.

All here. All catalogued, analysed
and filed in these computers.

If you knew that I didn't believe...

Go on, my dear. Work it out.

..then you knew that Nemesis
were investigating you.

More than that! We intended that they should.

Why do you think I arranged

that little business at the research centre?

Then the whole thing is an elaborate trick.

And the art of the good conjurer

is to keep the attention of his victim occupied.

The only thing your people have is speed.

Superhuman speed, with strength and IQ to match!

Almost unique.

Almost...

..unique. So that's it! Yes, my dear.

That is indeed it.

The only people who could stand up,

who could jeopardise whatever
I wanted to do in the future,

who could endanger my creations

are Craig Stirling, Richard
Bennett and Sharron Macready.

And the experiment? To give
all the facts to the computer.

Then from those facts, let it devise a way,

a perfect way, of killing you all!

This way.

They're in the grounds now? Over by the west wall.

Good. You'd better start the final process.

What about these figures? If I use this much power,

our people will burn out in a quarter of an hour.

They'll need only five minutes
to accomplish their task.

It's a good team! We can train others.

We wouldn't need this much
speed if we give them guns.

The computer chose the weapons and the method.

It's too late to change it now.

Go with her. Make sure she follows instructions.

Are you sure they'll obey your orders, Doctor?

They can do nothing else, Miss Macready.

Whatever, whoever they were, they
are now completely under my control.

And do they know that 15 minutes
later they'll be mindless?

No. But you won't even be that, Miss Macready.

I know a lot more than you think, Doctor.

I know that you adapted the encephalograph

to boost the electrical energy in the brain.

And I also know that it doesn't last.

That your computers have
miscalculated badly. Nonsense.

Its calculations are based upon my reflexes,

plus speed and the element of surprise.

Suppose your computers haven't
had all the necessary information.

What if I do know how I got my powers?

And what if those powers have
enabled me to fool your machines?

Suppose Barrett and Stirling are not surprised?

I'm getting interference from
the main hall. Contact Daniels.

Subjects have made entry. Right. I'm ready now.

Read these.

There must be no deviations.
These are your weapons.

Rigged for sound and vision.

How is it? Perfect. Every move is perfect.

It's taking too long. Paul's dead.

I might be able to even things out.

All right. But keep out of their way.

How is it? Could be worse.
It'll slow me up, I guess.

That's the whole idea.

Round two coming up.

I reckon we've got the edge. Yeah,
I wouldn't like to bet on it.

Now! Don't wait.

One move, the slightest move...

You can't win, Doctor.

Can't I? One wounded, the
other exhausted. It's too easy.

There isn't time, you know your
team is due to collapse any minute.

Five minutes is time enough.

'If they knew you destroyed their minds,

'they'd be hunting YOU, Doctor
Glind. But they don't know.

'And by the time the find out, it'll be too late.

'Condemned them all to a living dead.

'They're all volunteers, my dear.

'Just the same as you.'

Doctor! The microphone's open!

Argh!

I was lying to her, giving you time.

Get back. Go on, get back!

Aah...!

# Falling down

# My fair lady

# London Bridge is falling down

# Falling down, falling down

# London Bridge is falling down... #

It's all over, Craig. Sure. It's all over.

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