All language subtitles for The Thirteenth Hole.srt

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Two.

Four.

303.

(door closes)

Steed?

Steed?

Nice of you
to hurry over,
Mrs. Peel.

I asked you
to help me search,
but this?

Well, somebody
beat us to it,

and you
just missed him.

Must have taken
the service stairs.

Oh, well.

Ted Murphy.

Found dead
in an alleyway last night.

What was
he working on?

That's the odd thing.
Just routine security.

He was keeping tabs
on some scientific types.

Obviously, he found
something that wasn't routine.

(sighs) I had hoped
we might find a lead here.

Somebody else
had the same idea.

That's strange.

- What's that?
- These golf cards.

Highly suspicious.

I was just wondering why
he never seems to have played

beyond the 12th hole,
you see?

They're all marked
up to the 12th, and then...

Smartly
onto the 19th.

And another thing,
this receipt.

All this equipment was bought
only a few days ago.

Poor Ted.

Never had a chance
to swing his steel-shafted

handle-to-head-balanced
niblick.

He was shot
with a rifle
at long range.

Right down the fairway?

Golf.

Something to do
with golf,
you suppose?

Perhaps this will help.

It's custom-made.

I don't know
about the tall one.

But the stocky one is Adams,
Dr. Peter Adams, scientist,

one of those Murphy
was keeping an eye on.

Come on, hurry up.
We'll catch him.

Members only
this weekend.

There's a tournament.
Members only.

Oh, that's marvelous.

I hate playing
on a crowded course,

don't you, Mrs. Peel?

You're a member?

Fully paid up
as of yesterday.

You're a secretary?

Acting, unpaid.
The secretary's away.

I'm Collins,
the club professional.

Extraordinarily nice of you
to come out and welcome us.

After you, Mrs. Peel.

Any sign of Dr. Adams?

No.

Good.
Beat him to it, then.

Come along, tee off.

Nice innocent way of striking up
an acquaintanceship with Adams.

He'll be along in a moment.

We'll ask to make up a four.

Get off on the right foot.

On a nice friendly...

We're due off
at 3:00,
which is now.

Well, we'll just
drive off, then.

3:00.
That's when we're
supposed to leave.

If you'll kindly
step aside.

Well, you got off
on the right foot.

That was a really
friendly basis.

They seem to be
in a bit of a hurry.

Be a good idea
if you inspected the course.

Played a hole or two.

Solo?

Much less conspicuous.

Don't lose them.
I'm going to snoop
around the club.

It's quite simple.

Why not alter
the playing schedule?

Well, it's not
just a question
of all the work involved

altering
the playing schedules,
Colonel.

I mean, it's also
a matter of...

Mr. Steed.

Oh, hello, I was
just limbering up.

Well, Collins?

Yes. Mr. Steed,
Colonel Watson.

- How do you do?
- How do you do?

- New member?
- Yes.

Yes, I thought so,
thought so.

Quick to spot
an unfamiliar face,
hey, Collins?

Oh, you know
all your members?

Just about, yes.

Then you must know
a friend of mine,
Ted Murphy.

Shall we get on
with your lesson, Colonel?

Hm.

Oh, yes, yes, of course.
Right away.

No, no, no, let's get
the grip right first.

Turn your left hand
further round.
That's better.

I hope you like
the club, Mr. Steed.

- Collins: Colonel.
- Oh, yes, sorry.

Very much.

You're demons
for punctuality here,
aren't you?

I tried to tee off
a while back,

a couple of chaps
insisted they had it
booked for 3:00.

Collins: Ah, not bad.

You're still
not pivoting enough
on that backswing.

Pivot your shoulders
and keep your head
still.

Let's try again.

Quite a tricky course.

Tricky, old chap?

Eighth hole
is an absolute bounder,

isn't that right, Collins?

An absolute bounder.

How about the 13th?

Why the 13th?

Watson:
Superstitious, old chap?

They say it's
a hard one to finish.

How long were
they out of sight?

Oh, about half a minute,
no more.

You moved that one.

You heard nothing?

I was the tiniest bit
preoccupied.

Dodging driverless
caddy cars.

That was very good.

Losing Adams
worries me most.

Well, how important
was he, anyway?

Dr. Peter Adams,
number one at...

Catha...
Cathaby Hall.
That doesn't count.

Catherby Hall.

Oh, that's the research center
for the missile guidance system.

I must be very valuable.

I'm doing rather well.

Yes, worth
a caddy car or two.

All right,
you stay here.

Keep a steady hand.

I'll have another
look around
the staff room.

Alone at last,
got you in me power.

Waversham,
Berty Waversham,
club captain.

- How do you do?
- How do you do?

I've been waiting
for the opportunity

to welcome you
to the club.

Well,
I'd never press you
to another drink

if I knew
you were playing.

I never ask
anyone to drink
while driving.

You get it?
While driving?

Mm-hmm.

It'd be nice
if we were paired
against each other

in the tournament,
wouldn't it?

Wouldn't mind
giving you
a stroke or two.

On or off the course.

Jackson: How did it go?

Satisfactory, Jackson.
Most satisfactory.

You had a good round,
did you?

Mm-hmm.

Jackson:
I'll take these for you.

Ah, treat them gently.

(door closes)

Then there's
a nasty dog...

Then there's a nasty
dogleg at the fourth.

But you can...

I say, dear lady,
I'm not boring you,
am I?

Hmm?

I say, I'm not
boring you, am I?

- Who is that man?
- Frank Reed.

- As I was saying...
- What does he do?

Some sort of technician,
I think.

Radio or something.

Queer sort of cove.
Keeps very much
to himself.

(glass breaking)

Lost your ball,
Mr. Steed?

On the contrary.

Found it...

with a vengeance.

Someone forgot
to shout "fore."

You seem to spend
a great deal of time
in here.

Looking for my clubs.

Those?

Oh, thank you.

You should have asked
the caddy master.

He'd have
brought them to you.

- Didn't want to bother him.
- That's what he's here for.

Return this to its owner,
please?

Shouldn't be
hard to find.

A drive that
could do this...

should be someone
with a strong arm.

Someone with
a professional touch.

Steed?

Yes, I've seen him.

Also I had
a chance of studying
his golf equipment.

Fascinating.

Guaranteed to put
a hole in one
every time.

Do you think
Adams is dead?

Adams is far
too valuable alive.

Could they be
holding him somewhere?

Very likely.

But he's bound to be missed.

Well, they can't expect
a cover-up indefinitely,

could they?

Well, let's ask
Mr. Reed.

- Oh, Mr. Reed?
- Hmm?

- It's about Dr. Adams.
- Adams?

- Your golfing partner.
- Why?

Well, the most extraordinary
thing has happened.

He seems to have disappeared.

Into thin air.

Disappeared?

I left him just
a few moments ago.

A few moments ago,
you were in the bar.

He wasn't with you.

Someone looking for me?

Ah, there you are, Frank.

Care to put in a spot
of practice before dinner?

(no audible dialogue)

Well,
one thing's certain.

Whatever's going on,

Adams is obviously
a willing party to it.

Mustn't let him
out of our sight
for a moment.

- What is it?
- Damson, Bell, Damson.

Ah, Collins.

Just taking a peep
at the playing order
tomorrow.

I see you haven't
paired me off yet.

That's right.

Haven't found a partner
for Dr. Adams yet either.

- No.
- It'd be very convenient

if I was playing Adams.

Teeing off at 11:00.

I'm afraid you'll have
to take the luck of the draw.

It would be very
convenient, Collins.

Did you manage to...

Yes, I think so.

Well, Adams,
old boy.

What's it to be,
then, huh?

- Are you sure we have time?
- Of course there's time. Relax.

And for goodness' sake,
stop looking at your watch.

Yes, I thought that birdie
on the 10th today
was quite a feat.

Don't you agree, old boy?

What was the outcome
of your pick-a-stick?

Oh, very boring.
I beat myself.

Adams is twitching
like a rabbit.

Rabbits, dear lady?

Not a chance.

Greenskeeper's too alert.

Forages them out
before they can start

their little family habits.

Oh, no, no.
No rabbits on this course.

- Do you mind if I join you?
- Not at all.

It's a privilege, you know?

Once I sit down, this becomes
the captain's table.

Oh, the darn thing's
happening again.

Again?

Same thing happened
last night.

About the same time, too.

First the darn things
dimmed and flickered.

And then they went out.

Only for a few moments, mind.

There.

Must be something
on the blink

at the local power station,
I think.

Excuse us, Captain.

(caddy car starts,
drives off)

Man: Jackson.

Over here.

Get a move on.
We've got to hurry.

All right,
Mr. Collins.

What's going on?

What are you doing
out here?

And who else is
out here with you?

Well, that's what
I'd like to know.

What brought you out here?

I heard a sound
and came to investigate.

It's a caddy car.
There's one of them missing.

- There must be a reason.
- Involving Reed and Adams?

Wouldn't it be better
if we pooled our resources?

Yes, all right,
all right.

It is Reed.

He keeps insisting
that he be paired off
with Dr. Adams.

And always
at the same time.

Must tee off at 11:00
in the morning.

Must tee off at 3:00
in the afternoon.

He even tried
to bribe me.

So that he'd play
Dr. Adams tomorrow?

And will he?

Only if he beats
his opponent.

The luck of the draw.

The winner plays
Dr. Adams

at 3:00
tomorrow afternoon.

- And what about...
- Shh!

(caddy car driving)

Stay here.

(thwack)

(caddy car driving)

Mrs. Peel:
Steed!

Over here, Mrs. Peel.

Very interesting.

There's been some
sort of struggle.

Hmm.

- A fight.
- Mm-hmm.

And these footprints.

Are mine.
Where have you been?

I've been
halfway over
the golf course.

Chasing invisible men.

What about
this fight of yours?

Was with Collins.

He's over there
on the green.

Well, he was here.
Right here.

Shot with a golf ball.

- What?
- With a badge on it.

And then
I heard a sound.

And I saw
a sort of
one-man tank

with a huge gun
mounted on it.

- Shot with a golf ball.
- Mm-hmm.

One-man tank?

Mrs. Peel,
are you sure
that you...

Positive.
Collins was here.

Perhaps he isn't dead.

Perhaps he's recovered
and returned to the office.

Perhaps I'd better
go and see.

I'll check the clubhouse.

Oh, we'll take up the matter
of that one-man tank later.

Ah, Steed, old chap,
wondered where you'd got to.

Taking a quiet stroll
around the course.

Around the course?

Club rules, old chap.

No night strolls.
Danger of damaging
the greens.

Most irregular.

I don't suppose
you'll do it again
now that you know.

I've got
the playing order
for the tournament here.

Just going to put it up.

I'm set against
Waversham here.

Hard luck, old chap.

And you're
up against Reed.

We tee off at 11:00.

Make quite a change
for you,

playing someone
other than
Dr. Adams.

We're paired together.

How's your game?

Good at Gleneagles.

Fair to middling
at Pebble Beach.

So we meet tomorrow.

Jackson: Good evening, sir.

Reed: Good evening.

Jackson: Would you care
to step inside?

You can tell the boss
that Dr. Adams
is safely back.

Reed: No slipups.

Only Collins.

What?

Snooping about
on the green.

A bit too close
for comfort.

But you
needn't worry.

He won't be
bothering us
again.

You used that thing
on him?

Much quieter,
much more effective.

But you killed him.

The boss won't like that.

- No alternative.
- No, I suppose not.

Anyway, by tomorrow afternoon,
it will all be over,

thank goodness.

There's something
I wanted to ask you.

Have you seen
the playing order,
sir?

Yes, I'm playing Steed
at 11:00

and the winner plays
Dr. Adams at 3:00.

I hope you win, sir.

Reed: I'll win.

Jackson: We don't yet know
how good a player Steed is.

Reed: I don't care
how good he is,
I'll win.

You mean you'll win
by hook or by crook.

Yes, if I have to.
Depend on it.

I'll knock Steed
out of the tournament.

What the devil
is that doing here?

I told you
to keep it out of sight.

Jackson:
It was out of sight.

I told him not to put
those things up there.

What's the matter
with us?

Jittery, on edge.

Never mind.
Tomorrow it'll be
plain sailing.

Yes.

Oh, one more thing.

Should something
go wrong tomorrow

and this fellow Steed
should win...

Then he'll
sign his own
death warrant.

If he wins...

you'll have
to kill him.

Ah, good morning.

Morning.

Well, very nice day
for it.

Shall we begin?

Right away.

Right, gentlemen,
you know the rules.

Mr. Steed?

Heads.

Heads it is.

Good start.
Would you care to...

Magnanimous.

Steed: Low cunning.

I like to assess
the opposition
as soon as possible.

Good shot.

Nor' nor'-west, by north.

I shall be playing
a number three ball.

Equally good shot.

Equally?

A shade better,
don't you think?

Of course,
not me at my best.

I have
to loosen up a bit.

Bad luck, old chap.
Hit a soft spot.

Bit tricky playing
that as it lies.

Well, you must be
in the rough anyway.

Don't think so.
Lucky again.

Think it's over there.

Do play through,
old chap.

Fear not, for ere
this day is done,

you shall have
a hole in one.

I am your fairy godmother.

You?

Me.

I want you to win this game.

Why?
Have you got money on me?

I overheard Mr. Reed.

He has to play Dr. Adams
at 3:00 this afternoon.

In order to do that,
he's got to beat you.

Well, the way things are going,
that doesn't look too likely.

Ah, this is mine.

Now, you must
have overshot.

Probably into
the bunker
on the other side.

Do you mind,
old boy?

- Down in four, old boy.
- But I never saw you.

Fair's fair. I didn't see you
come out of that bunker.

That was an
auspicious victory.

Reed thought
it was suspicious.

It was
a good idea of mine,
don't you think?

Knock Reed out
of the tournament,

throw him
off balance,

and see
what he does next.

I wonder what
he will do next.

Further bulletins
will be issued
in due course.

In the meanwhile,
no callers.

Ooh, and no sudden
movements.

It was a near thing.

If it hadn't been
for my trusty hat...

Really, the height of
pessimism to have a hat

lined with chain mail.

Well, we solved
the problem of what
Mr. Reed would do next.

Ah! Any further
amusing speculations?

Yeah, one.

This.

I found it
in the staff office

along with
a very large telescope.

Look, here's Orion.
Here's Leo.

And here is a star
that doesn't exist.

It's not marked
on any of the charts.

- New star?
- Possibly.

I put through a call
to Greenwich Observatory.

They should know.

Watson:
How are you, old chap?

I heard about that nasty
little accident of yours.

Still haven't
discovered the darn fool

who drove off
without shouting "fore."

Don't worry
about me, Colonel.

I'm on the mend.

Well, just the same,
bad luck.

You're due to play Adams
this afternoon, aren't you?

- Yes.
- Darn bad luck.

Why?

Well, you're scratched
from the contest, of course.

I mean, we can't expect you
to give it your best when...

I'm not scratching.
I'm itching to play.

Oh, we can't allow that,
old chap.

I mean,
after a nasty crack
on the head like that...

I'm perfectly fit.
I'll play.

I'll just rest here,
conserve my strength
for the tee-up. Ahh.

As you say, old man.

That's darn courageous
of you.

Have it your own way.

My game against Adams
seems to concern
quite a lot of people.

2:55.
He's going to be late.

Relax.

If he is,
he forfeits the game.

Suppose the game drags.

Suppose we don't
reach the 13th
until after 4:00?

You'll be there.
Just play your usual game.

You'll be there dead on 4:00.

And Steed?

When you get
to the 12th hole,

make sure
he putts down first.

Hmm.

Then he won't bother
you again.

This is for you, Mrs. Peel,
from Greenwich Observatory.

Professor Minley?

Mrs. Peel, I got the answer
to your question.

That star you pointed out,
quite right.

It isn't on any
of the official charts.

Neither is it a new star.

Actually, it's Vostok 2.

Vostok 2?

Yes. The latest
satellite in orbit.

Of course, the Americans
are much more advanced

in this field.

Vostok 2 can only
handle one channel.

Channel?
What sort of channel?

Why, television,
of course.

It's a communications
satellite.

Don't forget what I told you.
The 12th hole.

Dr. Adams,
we get to play
at last.

At last?

Well, you are rather
an elusive fellow,
you know.

Tails.

Would you like
to go first?

Yes.

Got you worried, eh?

The game ahead.

Of course,
it appeared on that chart

because at the moment,
it is in orbit

over this country.

It has been for the past month.

Today's the last day, though.

I'm in Surrey
at the moment.

What time
will the satellite
be over today?

It passed over Surrey
at 12:00.

And it's due next
at 4:00 this afternoon.

And that's its final orbit.

They start play at 3:00

to be in position
by 4:00.

Sorry. What was that?

Professor, if I wanted
to use this satellite,

what would I need?

Well, television
transmission equipment

and full cooperation
from the Vostok technicians.

Thank you, Professor.

(muffled cries)

That puts you one up.

Still, things may change
around about the 13th.

Wait.

Had to bring her
along, sir.

She was going
to spoil everything.

Well, well.

Welcome, Mrs. Peel.

Do sit down.

No, I'm afraid
that seat's
already occupied.

Poor Mr. Collins,
you know.

I haven't been able
to dispose of him yet.

How's Jackson doing, sir?

Up periscope.

Oh, yes.
An admirable job.

Let's pull
your chair
a little closer,

Mrs. Peel,
so that you can see.

Just over there
on the 12th green.

Well,
what do you see?

Mrs. Peel: Jackson.

Watson: And what
is he doing?

Mrs. Peel: He's putting
something into the cup.

Yes. Indeed he is.

Indeed he is.

Cheerful little device.

Land mine. Very sensitive.

The weight of an ordinary
golf ball will set it off.

And coming
towards the 12th is...

Adams will see to it that Steed
putts down first, of course.

And then I'm afraid it'll damage
the greens considerably.

Admirable shot.

It won't be long now.

Well, Mrs. Peel...

how do you like
our little setup?

Am I supposed to like it?

(chuckles)

Admire, then.
Perfect, hmm?

Not only
can Dr. Adams
tell his secrets,

he'll actually show
how to apply them
in the minutest detail.

Beamed across the world
by Vostok 2.

Like standing side by side
in the same laboratory,
hmm?

Ah, good afternoon.

Good afternoon.

Is Dr. Adams ready?

There'll be a delay.

Delay?
You know the satellite

moves out of orbit
within an hour.

This is our last chance
to communicate direct.

Don't worry.
It'll only be
a slight delay.

Goodbye, Mr. Steed.

Right.
Down periscope.

Dr. Adams
will be here
in a few moments.

That was a close one...

wasn't it?

We are very anxious
to see Dr. Adams again.

Our engineers need some
clarification of the diagrams

he gave us last time.

Reed: Here's Dr. Adams
now, sir.

Come in, Doctor.
We're waiting for you.

Look out! Behind you!

Fore!

Wrong stick.

Steed:
I'm on your side.

(growls)

How about
finishing the game?

What's your handicap?

I thought you said
it could be done in one.

It can.
Give me a chance.

I got to get it to line up.

Well, you've had
plenty of practice.

That's a very
tricky procedure.

(cork popping)

A question
of the wrist action.

- Lovely.
- That's the secret.

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