All language subtitles for Sapphire.And.Steel.S05E01.Dr.McDee.Must.Die.Part.1.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-squalor_track3_[eng]

Theme music playing

Greville, isn't it a little
late to send flowers?

I think you'll have to
use them, miss Emma.

They'll be very hurt
if you didn't. Roses.

The roses were always
so much nicer then.

Never mind the roses, Emma.

The guests will be arriving shortly.
These have only just arrived, sir.

I remember the house was
always full of perfect roses.

Oh, please, come on, Emma!

Everything seemed more perfect
in those days, didn't it, dear?

It should be perfect now.
It's damn well cost me enough

to make it that way. It
was your idea, Arthur.

That's right.

And now that I've
gone to all this expense,

we're going to go along with it.
And don't make any faux pas, Emma.

No, Arthur. I'll try not to.

Remember the date,
and remember the year.

Yes, dear. Such a lovely
day. And such an exciting year.

June 21st, 1930. Yes, dear.

Good. Greville, did
you manage to get...?

Yes, sir.

I should imagine that wall street
and the stock exchange would say

it was a little too
damn exciting.

Stock exchange.
Damn. What is it, Arthur?

I didn't get yesterday's closing
prices on the Tokyo market.

Oh, dear.

High-pitched beep

low whirring

I don't care what he says. I
can actually hear that thing.

Ultrasonics, miss Emma.

I don't care what they
call it, greville. I can hear it.

Good evening, sir.

Good evening, miss
Shaw. Are you all right?

Yes, sir. That's good.

What did Tokyo close at?

2.5 up, my lord, as
you predicted. Good.

Hong Kong?

Computer beeping

a 0.6% rise on
mullrine international,

and 0.4 on mullrine engineering.

Splendid. You spoke to
Fairfax in Washington?

Yes, sir. He managed to knock
lauderdale arms and chemicals

down to us$8 million.

He laughs I won't
go to a cent more!

I told him that! Good.

He chuckles

and what do you think of
the outfit? Exactly right, sir.

Damn well should be. The tailor
charged me 400 quid to make it!

Not a single trace of polyester

or synthetic fibre
in the whole suit.

I got him to guarantee
that. Authentic...

Through and through!
Through and through!

Well, if it's worth doing at
all, it's worth doing thoroughly.

Indeed, yes. Oh, by the way,

you're not to come out of this
door under any circumstances.

Do you understand me, Shaw?
Under any circumstances whatsoever.

It would spoil the whole
effect. I mean, your clothes...

I understand, sir. Good.
If you want to go out,

you'll have to use this door. I
don't want anyone to see you.

I intended to work through
the weekend, anyway, sir.

You're a very good girl.

And you don't have
to go through the house

for your bedroom in
the annexe? No, sir.

All right, then. See you Monday.

I hope you have a super party,
sir. Well, it'll be different, anyway.

We have to Mark our 50th
year of operation, don't we?

Seems as good a way as any.

21st of June.

Summer solstice. I
remember noting it then.

Ah, the cocktails.

Good man, greville.
Splendid chap.

Yes, Arthur. You
look very handsome.

Doorbell rings ah.
The first guests.

Yes. Now it all begins.

How silly of me. I
feel quite nervous.

Yes, how silly of you, Emma.

Well, you can get back here
if you wanted to, silly old devil.

'All irregularities
will be handled

'by the forces controlling
each dimension.

'Transuranic heavy elements
may not be used where there is life.

'Medium atomic
weights are available.

'Gold, lead, copper,

'jet, diamond, radium,

'sapphire, silver and steel.

'Sapphire and steel
have been assigned.'

Evening, greville. Good
evening, mr harborough.

Good evening, greville.
Good evening, mrs mcdee.

Good evening, greville.
Good evening, mrs harborough.

Good evening, sir.

I like your monkey suit, greville.
1930, sir. Absolutely authentic.

I bet the theatrical costumiers
must be having a field day.

All specially made, sir, by
lord mullrine's personal tailor.

Must have cost a fortune.
Does that imply the shareholders

will have reduced
dividends this year?

God, I hope not.

The bags are in the car,
greville. Thank you, sir.

Whispers: The
bags are in the car.

Sorry, sir. How many
guests have been invited?

I've no idea, sir. Miss Emma
saw to the invitations, bless her.

Oh, lord. That spells
trouble. Batty old flapper.

She'll probably have
half the county down here.

While the other
half tries to get away!

Keep your opinions
to yourself, Annabelle.

If mullrine wants to
indulge his fantasies, let him.

Go along with it, will
you? Of course, darling.

I think it's fun. Honestly.

Mrs Felicity mcdee, my
lord, and mr Howard mcdee.

Mr and mrs Felix harborough.

Oh, how beautiful.
How lovely you all look.

Indistinct chatter

hello, Felicity.
How well you look.

I do so wish George
could have been here.

He would have
enjoyed it, wouldn't he?

George would
have hated it, Emma.

He always left ostentatious
nonsense to you and your brother.

Yes. Yes, I suppose so.

Annabelle, that
dress is quite stunning.

Arthur, you've been to a
tremendous amount of trouble.

Yes, I have, haven't
I? It's dead right, isn't it?

Absolutely. Every
detail. Every detail.

Except for... Except for what?

Except for the black mourning
crepe over my grandfather's portrait.

Surely on June 21st, 1930,

he was very much alive,
wasn't he, grandmama? Howard.

Oh, no. Mullrine and mcdee, the
two whizzkids of the depression,

both hell-bent on
making a second fortune

for the mullrine family.
Yes, all right, Howard. Sorry.

Greville, whisky and soda for
the menfolk, will you, please?

And the ladies can
have champagne

or any of those damn
new-fangled cocktail things.

Splendid. What do you
have in mind, Annabelle?

I shall have a green goddess.

I believe they were
the "in" thing in 1930.

Greville, a green goddess
for mademoiselle, please.

Oh, don't be silly. You
weren't even around then. Oh?

I don't believe it.

Does this thing work?
Everything works.

I was following the test match.

I wanted to see how boycott
was getting on. Be my guest.

Go on, switch it on.

It'll have to warm up, you know.
That's good. That's very good.

'Here we are, back
for the first test.

'The weather is still
glorious here at Trent bridge

'as bradman takes his stand
for his fourth ball of the over.'

bradman? 'Larwood
starts his long run,

'eames well back,
crouches behind the wicket.

'Larwood bowls
fast at good length.

'And bradman flicks it sweet
into the off. A most cultured stroke.

'But Wally Hammond is
there, and there's no run.'

bradman? Larwood?
Eames? Wally Hammond?

This is extraordinary.

'Australia is still
123 for one wicket

as Hammond returns
the ball to larwood.'

Trent bridge. First
test of the 1930 season.

England against Australia.

'Incidentally, speaking
of Hammond's fielding,

'there's a story about it which
is, if not true, at least Ben trovato.

'It would seem it was about a
year ago when larwood was bowling,

'and it was indeed bradman
batting, just as it is today.

'And Hammond was in
the slips. Larwood bowled,

'bradman made a
stroke that was a snick,

'and Hammond dived full-length
and threw the ball up in triumph.

'Only, unfortunately,
it wasn't a ball.

'It was a swallow, which
Hammond had caught as it...'

all done by mirrors.
Or tape recorders.

Oh, that's clever. I wish to
god there was a bookie handy.

I know who won that
game. You can't possibly.

It hasn't ended yet.
Now, let me see. It was...

Well, I know every test
score going back to 1918.

England-Australia, first test...

That's funny. My memory's
normally rather good.

How strange. I can't remember.

Oh! Annabelle,
are you all right?

Yes, I think so. I just
felt as if someone had...

Walked over your grave?

Yes.

This house has that
effect on a lot of people.

George used to loathe it.

On the contrary. As
Emma will tell you,

my late lamented partner did
not loathe this house, Felicity.

As a matter of fact, he did some
of his most creative work here.

And my sister always
made him feel most welcome.

Arthur, please.

He said it was an evil house.

Oh, no, Felicity. Surely not.

Nothing ever changes, George.

Bollinger 1927? Of course.

It's a fallacy to assume that
champagne matures with age.

Now, that bottle... Is
only three years old

and 1927 was a very good year.

Yes, it was. We had
some only last week.

It was simply divine. We've
never had bollinger 1927.

Haven't we? I seem to
remember we... What?

May I, sir?

Well, I thought everyone but
everyone drank bollinger '27.

I say, do you notice? It's
getting quite dark outside.

Impossible. It's not seven yet.

And the weather's
glorious at Trent bridge.

You heard the wireless.

Well!

No, that's impossible.

What's the matter?

That green door. What about it?

Well, I could swear it
seemed to disappear.

Oh, come on, grandmama.

You've only just started
your first glass of champagne.

I tell you, it
disappeared. Nonsense!

Only for a second or two.

Doors don't disappear, Felicity.

This one did.

That's the door to
my office, Felicity.

I know, Arthur. But it
wasn't there in 1930, was it?

Damn.

I forgot about that. Well, I
wouldn't have known anyway.

I wasn't born then. Haha!

You built that office
in 1938, Arthur.

I remember thinking how out of
place that door looked in this room.

Yes, all right,
Emma. Doorbell rings

that's probably young Tony
purnell and his pretty little girlfriend.

Probably? Oh, dear. I
can't remember her name.

You didn't invite
anyone else, did you?

I don't know, Arthur.

I thought you made
out the list of invitations.

Should I, sir? No.

You'd better go
and receive them.

Oh, very well.

Greville, serve some
drinks, will you, please?

Hello?

Good evening.

Who is it?

Miles and Virginia cavendish.

Who?

This is lord mullrine's
party? We were invited.

Oh. It should
be all right, then.

I hope we're not too late.

The invitation
was most specific.

Allow me, sir.

Greville. Thank you.

This way, sir.

Don't be too long!

The honourable miles
and mrs cavendish?

Yes. Miles and Virginia.

I didn't send that card.

Cavendish? Cavendish.

Oh, yes. He must be that
chap who deals in futures.

Would he mean all our futures?

Would anybody mind
if we have some music?

You'll only get that
blasted test match again.

It was a tape, remember?

1930s music playing

oh, how nice. Jack
Payne and his orchestra.

Is that...? Dance
music, darling.

I thought everyone had heard
of Jack Payne. He's all the rage.

Good heavens!

What's the matter? What's
happened to the tape?

What tape, Felix?

This place seems very odd to me.

Which side of the
bed would you prefer?

There's no other
way? Not now, no.

Miles cavendish. Who chose that?

You did. I didn't.

Yes, you did.

The host must have
started this as a game.

Well, now it's become reality.

You know, I think I'd
rather be nearer the door.

It's funny. Since I arrived, I
haven't seen or touched anything

that was made later
than 1930. Nothing.

What about the materials?

No synthetic
fibres. No plastics.

No nylon.

It's as though we
stepped back 50 years

when we walked
through the front door.

I wonder if the people
downstairs realise that?

How long will it take
you to get ready?

1930s music playing

I say, it really is getting
awfully dark in here.

Longest day of the English
summer. What do you expect?

I do hope it's
not going to rain.

Let's have some lights on, shall
we? Draw the curtains, shut it all out.

We never had summers
like this in the '30s.

I was looking forward to
a lovely, sunny weekend.

Tea on the lawn
tomorrow with strawberries.

Well, it started out all right.

You know, I never
noticed that before.

What?

You can see the
church tower from here.

It's almost as though there
were a path through the trees to it.

I'm afraid you're mistaken,
Howard. Oh? Why?

Must be a trick of the light.

The church tower was V2'd...

Or was it doodle-bombed?
One or the other.

..In 1944, 1945.

You sure, Emma?
Positive. Terribly sad.

It did look like a church tower.

And it would have been
there in 1930, wouldn't it?

Listen, this is just a
game. It isn't for real.

This is 19...

19 what, Annabelle?

19...? 1930.

June 21st, 1930.
Oh, come on, Arthur.

King George v was on the throne,
ramsay MacDonald was prime minister.

And eight months ago,
on October 24th, 1929,

the American stock
market collapsed.

And we are in the
midst of a depression.

But mcdee and I, we
formed mullrine international

right here in this house.

We built it with our own
hands, and we believed in it.

And it was a
massive achievement.

Quite right. Yes.

Therefore you can see that
church tower from that window,

you can't possibly know who
won that test match at Trent bridge.

The champagne we've been
drinking is definitely 1927 vintage

and only three years old.

And what's more, that damn
green door shouldn't be there!

It's a paradox, Arthur.
What do you mean?

You can't make it 1930.
You can only pretend.

Logically, if it was 1930, only
you and Emma and mrs mcdee

could be in this room. The rest
of us wouldn't have been born yet.

You're an amazing man, Arthur.

Powerful, rich beyond
most people's dreams,

and very, very clever.
A bit of a genius, in fact.

But even you can't
turn back the clock.

If you could, Arthur, would
you bring George back to life?

My god, there's
still a draught in here

even with the curtains
drawn. Would you?

Yes.

That's interesting.
What's interesting about it?

I was wondering. Wondering what?

I was wondering why the
black mourning crepe has gone.

So it has!

Someone's playing
some clownish trick!

They couldn't have done,
Felix. We haven't left the room.

We couldn't have missed seeing
someone reach up for that crepe.

You're right about
that chill, Annabelle.

It seems to cut right through
the centre of this room.

Why did it choose this house?

It's definitely here? Yes.

But where?

Maybe it's taken over
someone downstairs.

We have to find out which one.

That won't be easy. It
could be any one of them.

Or all of them. No.

It wouldn't make sense.

No, of course it wouldn't.
There has to be a victim.

Or victims. Anything
you say, Virginia.

Shall we go down?

Haven't you forgotten
something, miles?

Yes.

Very frustrating for
you, Felix. It must be.

Old dodder like
me refusing to retire.

You'll have to sooner
or later. I can wait.

The only way you'll ever become
chairman of mullrine international

is by burying me.
Don't tempt me, Arthur.

Oh, yes. I used to love
going to the flower show.

Do you know queen Mary
is opening it this year?

But I never get to
London these days.

Queen Mary? Formidable
lady, but so regal.

I want to go. Yes, all right.

We'll have to make some excuse

to leave first thing in the
morning. I hate them all!

Felix and Annabelle will have
to get a lift with somebody else.

Wow!

All well, sir?

Good evening, greville.

'52 years old. A totally
repressed personality.'

I hope the room
is to your liking, sir.

Marvellous, thank you, greville.

'He's devoted to the mullrines.'

'devoted to the
family or the house?'

'to old mullrine. He's
very fond of the old man.'

thank you, greville.
This way, madam. Sir.

The honourable miles
and mrs cavendish.

Oh, there you are,
you lovely people.

We were beginning to
think you'd quite deserted us.

We were just changing. My
dear, what a delightful dress.

So elegant. How I wish
I was still young enough

to wear fashionable
things like that.

You mean they're
back in fashion?

When you're 60, it's too late.

'She's 74.'

thank you, miss mullrine.

'Carrying a torch
for a lost love.'

'for how long?' 'For 50 years.'

mr cavendish, you look grand.

How nice of you to
say so. You're very kind.

Greville, our two new
guests have no drinks.

I'm sorry, miss Emma,
but I'm afraid I don't drink.

Oh! What a good
idea. So sensible.

Come and meet everybody.
This is mrs mcdee.

How do you do? And Howard mcdee.

How do you do? Delighted.

Champagne's awfully good.

And this is... Oh, dear.

Poor Annabelle isn't well. I do
hope she hasn't caught a chill.

Is there anything I can
do? I don't really know.

Shall we go and see? Annabelle,
are you still feeling cold?

Yes, don't you feel it?
No, I don't believe I do.

This Virginia cavendish
and Annabelle harborough.

How do you do?

'Has she had
temperature loss?' 'Yes.'

'she could be affected
by time.' 'It's possible.'

how do you do? You
haven't been here before?

I'm sorry? Here, to this house.

No. No, I haven't. Have you?

Oh, good heavens, yes. My
husband is Arthur mullrine's deputy.

They're in the library,
talking business.

Perhaps greville could
bring you something.

Something to warm you. No,
thank you. I think it's passing.

Good. Something wrong?

Ah. Howard. No. No, not really.

You're here.

Annabelle was just
complaining of the cold.

On midsummer's day? Oh, my dear.

'Steel?' 'yes?'

'they're rather
more than friends.'

Howard's very
attentive, isn't he?

He's always been
a considerate boy.

I wonder if Felix has
noticed how considerate he is.

Felix wouldn't notice anything

unless it was
connected with business.

Let's not argue about it, Felix.

We'll leave the whole thing
to Fairfax in Washington.

Look at him now. If that's
what you want, Arthur.

I won't discuss
any more of this.

I never thought I'd see the
day when you let sentiment

interfere with business.
Well, you have now.

Are you, by any
chance, losing your grip?

That'll be the day... If
you ever live to see it.

Know what your
trouble is, Felix? Tell me.

You don't enjoy business enough.
And that's what keeps me young.

That's What'll keep me
going when men like you

have packed it in and turned
your toes up. Have a cigar.

Ah. Lord mullrine, how
nice of you to invite us.

Grosvenor. Cavendish.

Oh, yes, of course.
Miles cavendish.

Glad you could come.
I'm Felix harborough.

Deputy chairman of
mullrine international.

Full marks. I believe
you're in the futures market.

In a way. I'm a futurologist.

Sounds like a fortune teller!
Fortunes. Yes, I like that!

Well, my predictions are
rather more scientific than that.

They're based on
logical projections

using the advanced
physical sciences.

As it were,
speculative cybernetics.

Break it up, you two. You're here
to enjoy yourselves, not talk shop.

You told me just
now you enjoyed...

You old ruffian! What
are you trying to hide?

Me, hide? You're
up to something.

I know the signs. Is he planning
to use you to make his killing?

Felix, if I were you, I'd
keep an eye on your wife.

Young mcdee takes after
his grandfather, you know.

In more ways than one.

I think I'd better go and talk to
my husband. If you'll excuse me.

Feli-boo.

My dear Virginia.
You haven't got a drink.

That's perfectly all right.
No, no. Leave it to me.

There is a time break, and
someone in this house is causing it.

What about this room? It's
the same as the bedroom.

Nothing later than 1930?

Except that door.

And that's...? Out of
place, would you say?

It is, rather. Thank you.

Champagne? No, thank you.

Chin-chin. 'What's
he talking about?'

'say chin-chin.' 'What?'

'he can't drink until
you say chin-chin.'

chin-chin. 'See?'

it has no lock and no handle.

What's the point of a
door if you can't open it?

A-ha. Exactly.
You've got it. Have I?

'There's an aura.
A barrier.' 'Barrier?'

yes, of course, my dear fellow.

There's a certain man in this
house who thinks that door

is the door to end all doors.

'It's a light. A blue light.'

ask him what the
point is. 'Temperature?'

'much lower. Possibly
the location of a ley line.

'There should be evidence
through that window.'

you have guessed, haven't you?

What? The door.
Whose idea it was.

No. You tell me.

Well, our host. His
lordship, of course.

'What's behind that door?'

he's got a special device.
Must have something to hide.

He's the only person
who knows how to use it.

'There's something
moving.' 'Tell me.'

'it's twisting, turning
and writhing. It's...'

more champagne?

'Come back, sapphire. Sapphire!

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