All language subtitles for 610. Noon Doomsday

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- Mother?
- Yes?

- Roger here, sir.
- Roger.

- That's right, sir.
- No, no, no, I mean, Roger,
I'm receiving you, Roger.

Oh, yes, sir.
Look, I've followed Arkin

to some wooded country
south of the establishment.

- Is he alone?
- So far.

Then he's going to make
contact with someone.

That's my reading.

Stay with him,
and remember,

Arkin's their
official receiver.

Any secrets
will be leaked to him.

Yes, Mother.

Find out who contacted him.
That's who we want.

- Roger.
- Roger, Roger.

Uh, by the way,
we're very pleased

with the way
things are going.

All this information
is invaluable.

What is the density,
the velocity of this device?

Man:
That's the real big secret.

We haven't been able
to get hold of that yet.

Shall I continue
with the equations?

Man: Yes, just as soon
as I've got this down.

You've done very well,
very well indeed.

Now, shall we continue?

Yes. We...
Arkin, behind you!

(gunshot)

Fool.

I must say, Mother,
it's a bit thick.

Putting me
under house arrest?

I couldn't agree
with you more, Steed,

but you must appreciate
my position.

Secrets have been leaking

from the Carmadoc
research establishment.

And you've spent
some time there recently.

At your request,
to investigate the leakages.

Oh, yes,
you and I know that,

but the people at
the establishment don't.

So what more natural than they
should vent their spleen and...

The only stranger
in their midst.

Exactly.

That's why I told them
you were under arrest

pending a full inquiry.

You don't really mind,
do you?

- Well, I...
- Woman:
Good morning, Mr. Steed.

As you can see,

I've tried to make
the conditions of your arrest

as, uh,
congenial as possible.

You have me there,

but this doesn't solve
the problem of Carmadoc.

I'm putting someone else
onto it.

- Oh?
- Tara.

Tara?!

Tara.

You don't think
she can do it?

Well, I...
I wouldn't say that.

But?

Well, she's...

female.

Exactly.

A new intuitive
approach to things.

And she's vulnerable.

- Mother?
- Ah, Tara, my dear.

Steed.

You're in for some sea air.
Carmadoc.

Papers are on there.

Grapes?

I have some, thanks.

Good.
When do we leave?

Steed will not
be accompanying you.

He's under arrest.

Arrest?

I'm innocent!
Entirely innocent!

Yes, but for how long?

So I go it alone,
do I, Mother?

No.

(blows whistle)

Sir!

This is Watney.
He'll be going with you.

Man:
Guthrie?

No, don't turn around.

I'm right behind you.

On your feet.

Move!

What are you going to do?

We'll see about that, Guthrie.
Keep coming.

I wasn't going to tell anyone.

I swear to you,
I wasn't going to tell anyone.

I swear to you, I wasn't.

Keep coming.

I wasn't going to tell...
Wasn't going to tell anyone.

I wasn't going to tell anyone.

I wasn't going to...

- (screams)
- Goodbye, Guthrie.

I trust you are completely
familiar with the ramifications

and complexities
of this assignment.

Yes, I have read the file.

We intercepted coded radio
messages the past few weeks

- giving...
- Up-to-the-minute reports

on all the work done
at Carmadoc Research.

Ah, here we are.

Good morning, sir.
Passes, please.

Major Sparshott is in charge
of security here.

Something of a tart,
I believe,

so you better let
me deal with him.

Anti-bugging device,
hidden detectors,

long-range mics
stand no chance with this stuff.

- All right so far?
- Perfectly.

You know what we're
doing here, of course.

Accelerating solar power
with a view to...

Harnessing
the power of the sun.

That's the simple way
of looking at it,

but as you can see,
it isn't simple.

Professor Carswell.

Miss Tiddiman.

Dr. Seligman.

I personally screened
each one of them.

Well, then I think we can
assume it's an outside job.

But we've no right to
make such an assumption.

Yes, but there's no reason
why we can't.

Now about the outside,
Major Sparshott,

have there been any
unusual occurrences lately,

anything particularly
out of the norm?

Well, there can't possibly
be any connection,

but the other day
a local resident

fell over the cliff edge.

- What was his name?
- Guthrie, Walter Guthrie.

King:
Does he live near here?

Sparshott:
A cottage about a mile away.

You can supply me
with transport?

- Well, yes, but I...
- Right. Then shall we go?

Yes, but...

Oh, much better
if you stay here.

After all, you're familiar
with the ramifications

and complexities
of this assignment.

Markin here.

The girl, Tara King,

she's on her way
to Guthrie's place now.

I made the tea twice.

He isn't home yet.

Not himself at all.

Who isn't?

Mr. Guthrie.

- But Mr. Guthrie...
- Isn't home yet.

He's always so very punctual,
so very punctual.

Well, I should know.

I've kept house for him
for 10 years now.

Oh, then you knew him...
You know him quite well, do you?

Like my own son.
Such a nice gentleman.

I wish he'd come home
for his tea.

He's very interested
in astronomy, isn't he?

No luck.
Still not receiving.

You're sure you're spot-on?
Well, try another angle.

There,
I've set another cup

for dear Mr. Guthrie
for when he returns.

Still no good.
Keep going.

Seven years' bad luck,
they say.

- Hmm?
- The mirrors.

Oh, Mr. Guthrie did that.

- I helped him.
- Hold it.

"Take a hammer, Emily,"
he said.

Take a hammer
and smash everything shiny."

Loud and clear.

It was rather wicked,
I'll admit,

but I quite enjoyed it.

But didn't he tell you why?

Why what, dear?

Why he wanted you
to smash everything up?

Oh, not everything,
just the shiny things.

I think it had something
to do with Mr. Williams.

Mr. Williams?

Oh, won't you help me, dear?

(squealing static)

Such a nice man,
Mr. Williams.

He and Mr. Guthrie share
the same interests.

Stars, you know,

except that Mr. Williams
is different.

I don't understand it.

Mr. Guthrie watches the stars
through this.

But Mr. Williams watches them
through a wireless.

A radio astronomer.

Um, tell me,

where does this
Mr. Williams live?

(squealing static)

(static stops)

She mentioned Williams,
Frederick Williams,

then it went dead
as a doornail.

Yes, we'll have a head start.
I'll get on to it right away.

Gozzo?

Williams' place.

I'm going to recommend
that binoculars are forbidden

within this establishment.

I understood that you
were from the Ministry.

- That's right.
- On an educational tour.

Not strictly true.

I am here to investigate
the leakage of secrets.

Specially chosen
for the job, in fact.

- To investigate the leakages.
- Correct.

- Or us?
- Both if necessary.

You'll find me fair,
but totally dedicated.

I'm sorry, Doctor,

but the binoculars,
for the time being,

are utterly necessary
to our work here.

Dr. Seligman
is our meteorologist.

He has to keep a constant eye
on approaching weather.

Of course, if you're willing
to take the responsibility

of bringing the entire
project to a halt,

I will call the Minisry
and explain that you're...

No, no, no. Dr. Seligman
can keep his binoculars.

For the time being.

Which one of us
do you suspect?

Hmm?

Well, it has to be someone
in this room, doesn't it?

Excuse me.

Everyone who
has full knowledge

of the techniques
being used here, yes.

- That's the three of us, then.
- And Sparshott.

He sits in on
every conference.

- For security reasons.
- Did I suggest otherwise?

I would have thought so.

Mr. Watney?

The fruits of our labors...
Solar power.

Like to talk to you.

Still in its infancy,
of course.

The woods beyond
this establishment,

meet me there
in 10 minutes.

But big developments
ahead.

(door closes)

(clears throat)

Just get a breath
of fresh air.

(distant whistle)

(distant whistle)

Man:
Dr. Seligman.

Over here,
Dr. Seligman.

(laughs)

Over here, Dr. Seligman.

(laughs)

This way, Dr. Seligman.

(laughs)

I was right.

My theory was right.

That's right,
Dr. Seligman.

(gunshot)

Watney...

I know how it's done.

Mirrors.

All done...

with mirrors.

(man laughs)

You don't think that I...

I'm trained to question
everything, Major.

(sniffs)
Everything.

I heard someone calling him,
then a laugh close by.

Couldn't have been
anyone over there.

- I would have seen them.
- Very close by, perhaps in...

that direction.

You often hear voices?

There was someone here,
right here.

Hello.

Yeah?

I'd like to see
the lighthouse keeper.

There isn't one.

This lighthouse
doesn't function anymore.

- It's a private residence.
- Oh, I'd love to see inside.

Hey, just a minute.
You can't go in there!

But I would like
to meet the owner.

- Would you?
- Kettridge.

What's the trouble?

She wants to speak
to the colonel, sir.

Oh, I'm sorry, I'm afraid you'll
have to forgive Kettridge.

He sometimes tends to be
too diligent.

I'm Timothy Barlow,
the colonel's secretary.

Tara King. Hello.

Well, Miss King,
the colonel doesn't like

to be disturbed with
what he calls trivialities,

so if you could enlarge
on the nature of your business.

It's about the man
who fell off the cliff,

Mr. Barlow,
hardly a triviality.

- Guthrie?
- Yes.

Well, yes, as you say.
Excuse me.

Oh, Colonel,
there's a Miss King here

who would like
to speak to you.

Yes, sir,
I think it is important.

Yes, sir,
I'll bring her up immediately.

Miss King,
Colonel Withers will see you.

- This way.
- Thank you.

A colonel in a lighthouse?

Yes. Odd, isn't it?

The colonel comes
from a family of soldiers,

yet at heart,
he's always wanted to be...

A sailor.

How far is it?

Oh, about a year.

Oh, it's the colonel's
little joke.

There are 365
of these stairs

and he says it takes
about a year to climb them.

365?

The lamp room.

- Miss King, sir.
- Huh?

- Colonel Withers.
- How do you do?

- Spartan! Amazonian!
- Beg your pardon?

Not even out of breath.
I like that.

Physical fitness.
I like that, too.

- How do you do?
- Hello.

Well, Barlow said it
was important, what?

Oh, it's about
poor Mr. Guthrie, sir.

- Oh?
- The fellow
who toppled off the cliff.

Relative?

No.
Um, interested party.

Idle curiosity,
morbid interest, huh?

No.
More intimate concern.

Huh, that's better.

Not enough concern these days,
not half enough.

Oh.
Can't help you.

But I haven't asked
for any help yet.

(laughs)
Got spirit, eh?

Oh, I like that, I like that.
Still, can't help you.

Never even knew the fellow.

Yes, but I thought perhaps
you saw him when you...

Do you mind?

Saw him?
Did I see him, Barlow?

Well, it is possible, sir.

Perhaps when you were
in the village.

No, no, no.

I meant because the lighthouse
overlooks the cliff edge,

perhaps you saw him
through the telescope.

The cliff edge?
Cliff edge...

Take a look, young woman.

And what do you see?
The sea.

That's what you see.

The great, grand,
rolling ocean

and ships,
ships under sail, underway,

heading
for exotic destinations.

Oh, no, Miss King,

you won't find me
looking at the land.

Nevertheless.

On a clear day you
can almost reach out

and touch the cliffs.

And shake hands
with your visitors.

But I've already explained,
I practically never spend time

looking at the...
Visitors?

Hmm, looks like she's planning
to stay quite some time.

Barlow!

I've no idea
who she is, sir.

Find out, then!

You know
I hate being disturbed.

So, um,
you don't know Guthrie?

That is correct.

Mm,
I suppose that means

you wouldn't know his friend
Mr. Williams either.

Probably not.

Ask Barlow.

You seem to rely on Barlow
for an awful lot.

He takes care of
the trivialities, Miss King,

the trivialities.

Good day.

Thank you, Colonel.

I'm sorry, Miss Marshall.

But of course the colonel
will see me,

and of course
I must stay here.

I must say a year passes
more quickly on the way down.

Oh, perhaps you can shed
a little light on this.

Pandora Marshall.

I arranged weeks ago
to interview Colonel Withers

and to stay here
as his guest.

He agreed that I
should investigate
all his developments...

Miss King knows
nothing about this.

He's right.
I can't help you.

And the colonel
is a very busy man.

He doesn't seem very busy.

And he is inclined
to forget things.

He asked me to ask you
who Mr. Williams is.

This is getting me nowhere.

If I could just speak
to Mr. Barlow.

But this is Mr. Barlow.

- Mr. Barlow?
- Yes.

But surely... the Mr. Barlow
who wrote me this?

But you agreed to
all the arrangements,

to my interviewing
Colonel Withers,

to staying here.

That is your signature,
Mr. Barlow.

Oh, yes.

Yes, of course it is.

I am sorry.
I owe you an apology.

I'm obviously as forgetful
as the colonel.

Kettridge,
take Miss Marshall's
suitcases along

to one of the guest cabins,
will you?

I'm awfully sorry.

Then I do get
to see the colonel.

Yes, of course,
as soon as he's free.

We'll go get you
settled in first.

Enjoy your stay.

Miss King, what line
of business are you in?

Oh, not unlike yours.
I investigate developments.

- Miss Marshall?
- Yes.

(seagulls squawking)

(squawking stops)

(tuning)

(seagulls squawking)

Watney: Totally baffled.
I just can't understand it.

I mean,
it's quite incredible.

The area
was absolutely deserted.

Well, Mr. Watney,
we went through those woods

with a fine-tooth comb...
Not a sign of anyone.

I heard voices
coming out of thin air.

- I really did hear...
- (whistles softly)

What was that?

What was what?

Sounded like...
Like someone whistling.

Oh. Not hearing
things again, I hope.

Come on.
You need a drink.

What a handy little toy.

Miss King!
Don't be alarmed.

I'm speaking
from the lighthouse.

I knew something funny
was going on

as soon as I met the
so-called Mr. Barlow.

You see, I met Barlow before,
and it wasn't the same man.

Miss King?

Miss King!

It's me, Pandora Marshall.

Where are you?

I'm here at the light...

(grunts)

That's Miss King.

Oh, it's all right.
She's leaving.

No, wait a minute.

She's trying
to contact somebody.

I wonder
just how much you told her.

- You're not...
- Shut her up!

Hello, Watney?
Tara.

Listen, I'm out
on the cliff edge,

and there's something
very funny going on.

What do you mean funny?

Well, I thought
I heard a voice

coming out of the thin air.

You heard what?
A voice?

Well, that's marvelous news!

Jolly good work, Tara.
Excellent.

You come right out, then.
I'll be waiting.

So you did get
to talk to her.

Never mind.

You'll be able
to talk to her again.

I will lure her
to the edge of the cliff.

Oh, no!

You will say exactly
what I tell you to say.

You understand?

Pandora: Help!

Help!

Over here!

Over here!

Please help me!

Help me!

Where are you?
I can't see you.

Goodbye, Miss King.

Tara? Tara!

Well, she said
she'd be here.

She must have
gone off somewhere.

We'd have seen her.

Well, there's no other
way down from here.

Oh, yes, there is.
One other way.

It's her necktie.

What am I
going to tell Mother?

(telephone rings)

Yes?

What?

When?

I see.

What are the chances?

Keep searching?

Well, of course
you keep searching.

Call me as soon as you
hear anything further.

- Well?
- It's early days.

I... I never set much store
by first reports.

Is Tara in trouble?

When I think of the times
it's been reported

and confirmed to me
that you were...

- Well, that I'm what?
- Were missing.

Missing?

I told you
she shouldn't go in there.

She's been trained
to take care of herself.

It's just a game to her!
She goes charging in.

There's no room for
sentimentality, Steed.

You know that
what I say is logical.

- Now, what are the chances?
- Chances?

If she survived the fall,
if she missed the rocks,

if she wasn't
swept out to sea,

I'd say her chances
were quite good.

I'm releasing myself
from close arrest!

Very well, then.
Steed, I hope...

What I mean to say is
let's both hope that Tara...

Let's!

Rhonda?

Someday your luck's
gonna change.

Let's get out of here.

(grunting)

But you're dead.
The cliff, I saw you fall.

No, they pushed me.
That was their mistake.

They pushed me clear of
the rocks, and then, well,
I can swim.

- Who are you?
- (grunts)

Barlow,
Timothy Barlow.

Oh!

Then you must be...

Colonel Withers.

All the others are impostors,
secret agents.

And they're stealing secrets
on the research establishment.

- I see, but how?
- With my retrometer.

That's why I came down
to interview him.

It's a tremendous
achievement.

Transmits sound along
a beam of light.

All you need
is a shiny surface.

And you can receive
or transmit...

Or eavesdrop?

And Williams and Guthrie,
who are they?

Astronomers. They stumbled
onto the whole scheme

and so they silenced them.

Listen, I've got a friend
who can open these

at the drop of
a bowler hat, but...

Never mind about us.

Use the retrometer
to fetch help.

- Where is it?
- Upstairs, in the lamp room.

Yes, Mother.
No, Mother.

No further news, Mother.

Yes, Mother.
Immediately, Mother.

Recalled?

Recalled and replaced.

The lamp room.

(tuning)

Well...

And no more
hearing voices, eh?

I hope not.

Watney!

Watney, you...

(pounding on door)

(car approaching)

Watney, help me!
I'm in the lighthouse!

(gunshot)

(gunshot)

(tea tray falls)

(blows landing)

I'm taking
the rest of the day off.

323, 324, 325...

364, 365.

Leap year?

Very clever, Miss King.

Very clever indeed.

But there's still only
one way out of this place.

You have to get past me.

Don't turn round.

Just drop the gun
very carefully.

Very impressive.

But not quite
impressive enough.

You've done a lot of damage.

Disrupted our whole
organization,

and I don't like that.

I don't like that
at all.

I say.

I do beg his pardon,
whoever he is.

He's one of them.

Don't move.

That's right.
Now you keep an eye on him.

I'll go and look
after the other five.

Right.

Five?

Steed.

Tara?

I'm awfully flattered,
really,

you dashing in to
the rescue like this,

but I'm afraid you're just
the tiniest bit too late.

Tara?!

Never mind.
It's the thought that counts.

Where are you?

Don't worry.
I won't haunt you.

If you promise to take me
out to dinner tonight.

Disembodied
and still got an appetite?

Ravenous. Must be all
the exercise I've been taking.

Where are you?

Just head on over
to the lighthouse,

and I'll be with you in...

in less than a year.

Table for one!

And one ethereal voice!
(laughs)

Oh, Steed, just talking
about food is torture.

The table's ready.

Now, what would you like?

You mean anything,
anything at all?

We aim to please.

Well, there is one thing.

Your wish is my command.

Have you got a great big
juicy rare fillet steak?

Well, it's a little mundane,
you know,

but since you ask, yes.

Done to a turn.

Steed, what can I say?

You're unbelievable.

That's very nice
of you to say so.

I always say that
the simplest pleasures of life

are the most enjoyable.

(laughs)

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