All language subtitles for One.Step.Beyond.S01E13.DVDRip.DD2.0.x264-MaG.eng

The amazing drama
you're about to see

is a matter of human record.

You may believe it or not,

but the real people
who lived this story,

they believe it; they know.

They took that
one step beyond.

From the very earliest days,

the sea and the unknown have
been linked in men's minds.

The strange fire-breathing
monsters

with which primitive mapmakers
filled in the unknown areas

have proved to be figments
of their imagination.

Most of the strange tales
of the sea

have yielded quite reasonable
explanations.

But others are part of that
irreducible mystery

for which every man is free
to devise his own explanation.

Devise one that is, if he can.

* *

"As per my instructions,

I've kept the captain
under closest surveillance."

No.

"Observation."

(waves crashing)

(knocking on hatch)
Mr. Blake?

(knocking)
Mr. Blake?

You've got ten
minutes, Mr. Blake.

You want some coffee?

Yes. Come on in.

Well, I figured you
could use some of this

before you go
on watch.

Well, you figured
right, Cookie.

How we doing?

Like lightning,
smooth as silk,

since we have the sea
at our back.

Since what?

Well, it's been
like that since,

well, just
about midnight.

Is anything wrong?

What's the matter?

No.

Must be some reason.

I don't know,

except maybe
the captain.

Maybe the captain what?

Nothing.

Well-well, everybody
knows about the captain.

He's old.

Yes, he is.

Go down to his cabin,
give him my compliments

and ask him if he'd be kind
enough to meet me on deck.

Yes, sir.

And, Cookie...
Sir?

don't mention this
to anybody.

Very well, sir.

* *

Mr. Dibble!

What's the matter?
Can't a man read?

I don't care
what you read...

I'm only the mate... but
I'd like to be informed

when the course
has been changed.

What are you talking about?

Nobody's changed the course.

We've been west
by northwest

for the last
four hours.

Well, of course, we have.

Do you know how far
off course that takes us?

I wouldn't know.

I'm not the navigator.

Well, just try
to remember that.

I'll try to remember,
Mr. Blake.

You just try to remember

what course you put down
and don't blame other people.

I put down?
Take a look.

Who put that course down?

When I go on watch,

I'm not supposed to ask
who set the course.

I'm just supposed to see
the helmsman steers the course

that's on that board,

and that's just
what I've done.

Ford'll tell ya.

He's had the wheel
the whole watch.

He'll tell you that board
read west by northwest

when we came on!
That's impossible.

I gave the order myself.
And the next time,

be more careful
when you go around...

Don't tell me
to be more careful!

Gentlemen!

You asked to see me, mate?

What is it?

Captain, our course
has been changed.

So I see.

Change the course to
south by southwest,
helmsman!

HELMSMAN:
South by southwest,
aye, aye, sir.

May I remind you,
Mr. Blake,

that while the duties of
the mate on this vessel

are also the duties
of the navigator,

those duties are executed

at the approval
of the captain,

who is to be consulted
prior to a change in course.

Captain, we've been
west by northwest

for the last four hours.

Four hours?!

Upon whose authority
did you do such a thing?!

No authority.
I didn't..
That's enough!

All I want to hear from
you is why you saw fit

to change my
vessel's course.

I never changed that course.

Then who did?

Captain,
somebody sneaked in

and put a new course
on the board,

probably during
the last change of watch.

It's possible.

That'll do,
Mr. Dibble.
Aye, sir.

Meaning it's also possible
that I'm a liar.

You said it,
Mr. Blake, not I.

But you meant it.

Perhaps, Mr. Blake.

Well, I resent that.

You can resent it
all you like,

but while you're resenting it,

you'll keep your mouth shut.

And that's an order,
Mr. Blake.

Very...
An order!

HELMSMAN:
Captain?
Yes!

We're becalmed.

Not a breath
of wind.

(thump)

That's not necessary
yet, Mr. Blake.

To whomever changed our
course, my compliments.

Not only have we
lost the wind,

we found ice.

Ice? Where?

Can't you feel it,
Mr. Blake?

It's all around us.

MAN:
Ice off the
port bow!

Ice off the
port bow!

Now do you feel
it, Mr. Blake?

* *

Now,

whoever played this
idiotic trick

made one little mistake.

After he finished
with his mutinous joke,

he forgot to put
the chalk back.

See?

He probably was
so thrilled

with putting one over
on the old captain

that he got carried away,

and in the excitement,

he dropped the chalk
in his pocket.

Now, since we've got
nothing better to do,

we'll have a little court
of inquiry right here.

Your pockets...

empty them out right here
and be quick about it.

And turn
the linings out

so I can see
that they're empty.

Hear me, Mr. Blake?

Yes, sir.
Then move.

I don't think it's a lawful
order, Captain.

You don't?

An officer has no right

to inspect a brother officer's
private property.

You know, you may be right.

But surely you're aware that
even if an order is unlawful,

it still must be obeyed.

Your remedy is to take it up
with higher authority

when we reach port.

You have a legal right
to refuse to obey

only such unlawful orders

as you believe menace the safety
of the ship.

Are you aware of that?

I am.

And surely you do not believe

that my exercising my curiosity
in this way,

even if unlawful,

menaces the safety of the ship.

Huh? Do you?

No, sir.

Then I order you
to empty your pockets

on this table right now.

All right.

All right,
pick it up.

Ford, I want every man
not actually on duty

assembled on the deck at once.

Mr. Dibble, you will
inspect the contents

of the pockets of every man
on duty.

Get going. Both of you.

Aye, aye, sir.
Aye, aye, sir.

You, too, Cookie, out!

"This certifies

"that Walter Blake
is a security officer

"for the Triport
Shipping Company

"and is authorized
to investigate conditions

aboard the Bark Triport Queen."

And so on.

Pick it up.

(closes hatch)

(hatch lock clicks)

In other words,

you're a spy.

Don't you think
I can guess

what conditions
you're investigating?

Me, that's what!

Look, it's nothing personal,

but you've had cargo damage
and you've been late.

Bad weather, bad luck.

Three trips out of six?

Four trips out of seven.

You're forgetting our present
situation, Mr. Blake.

Well, there must
be some reason.

Oh, surely.

There always has
to be a reason.

Everything has
to fit together.

Maybe that's true
on dry land,

but there are things
that happen at sea

that just don't
have any reason.

Like how our course
was changed?

Maybe.

You care to empty
your pockets, Captain?

You're hesitating.

Are you sure?

Could you have done it
and forgotten about it?

You see any chalk
there, hmm?

Or there?

Or perhaps you think
I've hidden it, hmm?

Go ahead, look. Look.

No.

I may be an old man,

and perhaps I forget
things now and then,

but I keep my ship
on course.

Unless some cheap
company spy's

so anxious to turn in
a nice, fat report

that he doesn't mind
tricking me, hmm?

That's not my handwriting.

Here, look,
I'll show you.

You could have had somebody
else do it for you.

You could put that
in your report.

You can say that I think
people are picking on me.

You know, there's lots
of us old ones

that think that.

I have no doubt

your report will put me
on the beach,

but you won't write it
until you reach port.

Until then,
you're my first mate

and subject to my orders

which are to get
out of here

and help round up
the crew.

Get on with it.

Yes, sir.

(hatch lock clicks)

What have
you checked?

Checked the forward hull
and galley.

I'll take
this hatch.

Anybody working down there?

(loud banging below)

(dull thud)

FORD:
Mr. Blake?

Mr. Dibble said the crew
is assembled on the stern,

all that aren't working.

All of them?

That's what he said: "All
present or accounted for."

Are you coming?

Yeah, in a moment.

CAPTAIN:
Mr. Blake!

Mr. Blake, would you mind
joining us topside?

Captain, would you
come down here?

You may not have to search
through any more pockets.

I think we've got a
stowaway down here.

If this is some kind
of a trick, Mister...

(loud clunk)

(dull thud)

Hey, hey, Mr.
Blake, get him!

What are you doing here?

You're soaking wet.

Where'd you come from?

What's your name, hmm?

Speak up!

You speak English?

Maybe he's got papers
on him.

Put your hands up in the air
and turn around.

What have you got
in your hand?

Open it.
Open it!

(clatters on ground)

It's the chalk.

You changed
that course.

Why?!

Speak up!

Why did you change
that course?!

MATE:
We've got a wind, Captain.

We're underway.

Put the irons on him,
Mr. Blake.

Keep a sharp lookout
for ice!

Trim the main!

MAN:
Ahoy!

Ahoy!

Ahoy!

(distantly):
Ahoy!

Captain,
did you hear that?

I heard.

Answer them.

Where away?!

Where are you?!

Keep shouting!

We'll find you!

MAN (distantly):
Ahoy!

What would you do, Mr. Blake?

Shall we try and save 'em?

Of course.

You sure?

There's ice
all around us.

We could damage the
vessel or worse.

MAN:
Ahoy!

What would the company
advise in such a matter?

It's your ship, Captain.

Ahoy!

All right, Mr. Blake,

launch the workboat.

Aye, aye, sir.

Ahoy!

Boatswain, get the workboat
over the side.

Get the workboat
over the side!

Be quick!

(horn blowing)

(horn blowing)

BLAKE:
Where are you?!

Keep shouting!

MAN (voice draws closer):
Ahoy!

Hold water.

MAN:
Over here!

Hard to starboard.

(blows horn)

Ahoy!

(horn blowing)

There they are!

Thank God!

Swanson, second mate
of Flying Eagle.

We struck an iceberg
five, six, seven hours ago.

Blake, first mate,
Triport Queen.

Where are the rest of your men?

God knows.

She went down fast.

That's all that's left.

What about him?

The navigator...
he died almost immediately.

Well, pull
him aboard.

He's entitled to
a decent burial.

Cut him loose,
quick.

(blows horn)

(grunting)

(blows horn)

(horn answering)

(boats creaking)

(gasps)

Oh, no.

No... no.

No, no, no!

No, no, no!
What is it,
what's the matter?

No, that...
CAPTAIN:
Mr. Blake!

What do you
think's the matter?

This lad hasn't been to sea
40 years like you and me.

He drags a body
from the water

and it takes the
billy out of him.

That's right, isn't
it, Mr. Blake?

Isn't that it,
isn't that it?

Mr. Dibble, I want you
to take these men below

and get them some dry clothes
and some hot food.

Aye, aye, sir.

My God.

My God.

It was the
same man.

Yes.

H-H-He was dead.

Dead for hours.

Yes.

The course
was changed,

men's lives
were saved.

Do you want a reason,
Mr. Blake,

a dry-land reason?

I don't have one.

You saw him.

What did you think?

What did I think?

I thought
that the company was right...

that I was a very old man.

But you're quite a young man...
and you saw him, too.

But there must be
some explanation...

some answer.

And if there is no answer,

what do you do, Mr. Blake?

But I'm sure by the time
you hand in your report,

you'll have found an answer to
satisfy the gentlemen in Boston.

Report?

(sighs)

What report, Captain?

The Flying Eagle went down
here... off the tip of Greenland.

At that time,
the Triport Queen was here

and headed for Boston.

Now, exactly what happened

to make the Queen change
her course?

Well, parapsychologists...

that is,
those whose profession is

the study of psychic processes...

will tell you that
at the instant of death,

the navigator of the
stricken vessel somehow managed

to do something to save
the lives of his shipmates.

Or was the course
on the blackboard a coincidence

and the stowaway
an hallucination?

Who knows?

In any event, the fact is

that three men who otherwise
would have perished were saved.

In a moment,
a hint about next week.

For a long time, Sylvia Ackroyd
was a lonely, neglected woman.

Then, suddenly, inexplicably,
she wasn't lonely anymore...

for she met
a most amazing companion.

You'll meet him next week.