All language subtitles for The Avengers - 5th season ep 7 - The Living Dead

Gotcha.

That's it, then.
- Good night, Kermit.

I... I saw him.
- Who?

I saw him,
with my own eyes.

Who did you see?

He rose up
out of the grave.

The duke.
- What are you talking about?

The ghost of the dead duke.

I saw him.
He's in there!

The ghost materialized
itself somewhere near here.

Went for a nocturnal stroll, dropped into
the chapel, and then dematerialized itself again.

Ghoulies and ghosties and
things that go bump in the night.

Ding dong.

This ghost made more
of a ding dong than a bump.

It started swinging on the
bell rope, kicked up quite a racket,

loud enough
to wake the uh...

well, pretty loud, anyway.

Was it just any old ghost
or one person in particular?

Very particular:
Montague Staplow, the 6th Duke of Benedict.

He died 1698.

Now this is the family graveyard,
all the Staplows are buried here.

Not quite all.

Rupert Staplow,
the fifteenth Duke of Benedict,

his body lies
we know not where,

lost in the
Benedict mine disaster.

This is to commemorate him
and the brave men who died with him.

The Benedict mine disaster.
That was about five years ago, wasn't it?

There were thirty men lost
when the roof caved in.

And they were
never able to get out.

The pit was sealed off
and the mine closed down.

Well, that lets out Rupert,
the Fifteenth Duke.

It couldn't have been him
who popped up last night.

Do you believe
in ghosts, Steed?

Someone does.

Kermit, the hermit.

You didn't answer my question.
Do you believe?

Let's put it this way,
strange happenings need looking into.

Now you stay here
and browse around,

and I'll go and see
Kermit the hermit.

Kermit?

Kermit?

Whoops.

That's not a
very nice welcome.

I'd like to be left alone.

I'd like you to, oof...
to tell me a ghost story.

Ghost?

Yeah, like the one
you saw last night.

I didn't see anything;
I had too much to drink.

When I've had too much
to drink I see things, hear things.

Hear things?

Just go away,
leave me alone.

I didn't see anything.

There wasn't any ghost.
There never was a ghost.

The vibrations are marvellous.

Vibrations, they're all around us,
my psyche is absolutely tingling.

Feel it?
A sort of whoosh-mmm...

Splendid.

In fact I'd say it was the best
whoosh-mmm... I've ever experienced.

I'm Mandy Mackay,
of F.O.G.

F.O.G.?

Friends of Ghosts.

Yes, It's supery
super natural here.

Whoosh-mmm...

Definitely.

Ghosts all around us.

Peel, Mrs. Emma Peel.

Mrs. Peel.

Yes, they're all here.

And friendly?

Oh, F.O.G. believes
that all ghosts are friendly.

People are always
being frightened of ghosts.

But have you ever considered
that they might be frightened of us?

We do give them a
terrible time, you know.

Hunting them, exorcising them.

Every time they take a little stroll,
someone's liable to throw a blue fit.

Poor things.

How many ghosts
have you actually seen?

Well, I haven't
actually seen any.

But I've sensed them.

There's definitely one here,
and I mean to seek him out.

With cant and mumbo jumbo.

With superstitious nonsense.

You!

Me, and I'm about to disprove
all your silly little notions.

George Spencer.
He's from S.M.O.G., Mrs. Peel.

S.M.O.G.?

Scientific Measurement of Ghosts.

A society that does not
believe in ghosts, Mrs. Peel.

There's a scientific
explanation to all hauntings.

And we find
that explanation.

Scientifically.

We fight
legend with logic.

Folklore with facts.

Cold clinical facts.

You may rest assured the dead
Duke of Benedict does not walk this area.

Morning!

Lucky I was flying high.

Otherwise you
would have winged me.

You saw the notice.

Back there,
"Keep Out", you saw it?

Yes, yes.
- Well?

Beautiful bright paint.

Excellent lettering, easy to read.

I would have preferred
a 4 point Doric, myself.

But on the whole,
I'd say, an excellent notice.

It meant what
it said, "Keep Out".

Keep away.

You're in danger,
of ruffling my feathers.

What's going on?
Masgard!

Only a trespasser, your grace.
Don't worry, I'll take care of it.

Your Grace, the Duke of Benedict?
John Steed, there's a business matter.

Is there somewhere
private we can talk?

Certainly.

When I have laid all this out,
the trap will be set.

Do you really think
you'll catch something?

I have caught things before.

But only hoaxers.

Practical jokers.

Never a real, genuine ghost.

Well, if you can't resonate one, you can
always cut him down to size with that sword.

You're both unbelievers.

You've got be in sympathy.

Without sympathy
you won't see anything.

I fear you're right.
It'll be a long, cold fruitless vigil.

Do you intend
staying here all night?

At least until midnight,
the witching hour.

I must apologize
for my estate manager.

He takes his
duties rather seriously.

This delightful claret fully
makes up for his discourtesy.

I thought it might.

Tell me now, Steed,
what do you want to see me about?

Ah.
Who's this?

Oh, that's poor
old cousin, Rupert.

He died in the
mine disaster, didn't he?

Yes, poor fellow.

He was taking some visitors
around at the time and the roof caved in.

And the Fifteenth
Duke was no more.

And the Sixteenth took over.

Right.

What a fine old house.

Ah.

Now, look here, Steed,
what is this business of yours?

My business is shooting.

Shooting?

Well, I heard the game
around here was very good.

So I thought I'd ask your permission
to roam around and bang away at it.

I'm afraid that would be
quite impossible, Mr. Steed.

We've had so much poaching
this year the game is very scarce.

I'm sure you understand.

Oh yes, yes,
poachers, hoards of them.

I'm terribly sorry, my dear chap.

Well, it wasn't a
wasted visit, anyway.

And access to your cellar.

Cellar?

Do you mean he's been down...
do you mean...

He's referring to the wine.

It's an old English custom to
refer to one's wine stock as one's cellar.

Bur perhaps he's um...

he's unfamiliar with
old English customs.

Well, it's been awfully
nice meeting you, Steed.

I hope you'll come back
again when we're not so busy.

Sun tan lotion?

About a ton of it.

And that's not all.
- No?

The duke's estate.

Hotly defended by gamekeepers.

Isn't that their job?

Yes, but not when they
shoot at things out of season.

What's out of season, now?

Me.
And that's not all.

There's a very strange chap
called Masgard - he works for the duke.

He was very nervy when
I mentioned the wine cellar.

Which wine cellar?

The duke's.

And you think there's something
nasty in the duke's wine cellar.

Could be.

Well, what's it to be?
Same again?

Same again, please landlord.

What did you find out?

Nothing.
- Nothing? Nothing at all?

Just a couple
of ghost hunters.

One of them's keeping a
twilight watch at the chapel now.

First, there's Spencer of S.M.O.G..
S.M.O.G.?

S.M.O.G..
He does it all by science.

Then there's Mandy Mackay of F.O.G..
F.O.G.?

F.O.G..
She does it all by... ah, Miss Mackay!

I was just telling Mr. Steed
about the Friends of Ghosts.

Mandy Mackay, John Steed.
- How do you do?

Hello.

Do you believe
in ghosts, Mr. Steed?

That sword!

It's uncanny.

Unbelievable.

Supernatural.

It's an omen.
A bad omen.

Hooper!

Hooper!
- All right, all right, keep your voice down.

I want two bottles.

Two bottles of the usual.

No, not me usual.

Something a little better.

Something a bit more quality.

That's mine, I earned it.

Earned it?
How did you earn it?

I didn't do any harm.
Just told a lie, that's all.

About the ghost.
- You said there wasn't a ghost.

That's the lie I told.

It was a ghost all right.

Saw it with my own eyes.

But he paid me
to say I hadn't seen it.

Who paid you?

Him, up at the duke's.

Masgard.
Masgard paid me.

You are quite
correct, Mr. Steed.

I did pay Kermit
to keep his mouth shut.

Why?

I really don't see that that
has anything to do with you.

But I don't
mind telling you.

This story
about a ghost.

Let a thing like that spread,
and people will come here from miles around.

Hundreds of them,
maybe thousands.

It could ruin the estate.

Frighten the game away.

And as a sportsman I'm sure
you share my concern for the game.

So I paid Kermit in order to
stop the story before it started.

Satisfied?

As a sportsman, let's just say
I share your concern for the game.

Right,
ready when you are.

I still don't think
you should come along.

Nonsense.
If you're going to keep watch, so am I.

You, an unbeliever?

A disbeliever.
It's not quite the same thing.

I'm sceptical,
but I could be convinced.

I still don't
feel any sympathy.

Spencer wasn't in sympathy with
the ghost, but it put in an appearance for him,

with a vengeance.
Shall we go?

You must promise to do as I say,
if a ghost appears.

You tackle his legs,
I'll bash him over the head.

That is unless he's got it
tucked underneath his arm.

It's cold in here.

That isn't the cold.

It's the vibrations.

They're all around us.

Stronger than ever.

The usual?
- In a minute.

What do you know
about the Duke of Benedict?

This one?
No backbone.

Rupert now, the Fifteenth Duke,
he was a real man.

Things were different
when he was alive.

It was a terrible disaster
when we lost him like that.

What happened exactly?

We never did find out for sure.

Mr. Rupert was showing off some of his
mining techniques to a party of more than thirty.

Mining experts,
most of them.

Pitfall.
The roof caved in.

They never got them out?

So they closed the mine.

And made it a
sort of tomb for them all.

There's a draft coming from somewhere.
Do you feel it?

It's the door.

No, it's closed.

So it is.

It's coming from somewhere.

Somewhere over here.

What about Masgard?

What about Masgard?

Well, where was he?

When?

When the mine caved in.

No idea.
He's only been here a month.

He's very familiar with the Duke,
if he's only been here a month.

Isn't he, though.

Well I better be going,
if Mrs. Peel comes in, you'll...

Mrs. Peel went
out to the chapel.

She's keeping watch.

What happened?
What is it?

The ghost.

It took her.

It took Mrs. Peel.

That's better.

Now just calm down
and tell us what happened.

We were standing there,
then there was this bright light.

And there he was.
- Who was?

He was.
The g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g...

...ghost.
The ghost of the duke.

Rising up from his tomb.

All white, and transparent.

Transparent?

You could have read a newspaper through him.
- Could you?

Go on.

He stretched out his arms,
moved towards Mrs. Peel,

and, and then...
- And then?

And then I ran.

And Mrs. Peel?

Didn't run.

I say!
I've actually seen my first ghost!

My dear fellow.

I've just heard.
- I've seen my first ghost.

I'll do everything I can to help.

I've seen my first ghost,
my very first ghost.

My people are
searching the whole area.

They'll work all
night if necessary.

My first ghost.
- She's seen her first ghost.

Funny business.

Hilarious.
- I've actually seen my first ghost.

Keep at it.

Ah, my dear chap.

No luck, I'm afraid.

That's a relief.
- Eh?

I don't relish finding
Mrs. Peel in a graveyard.

No.
No, no, of course.

So, we'll keep at it, what?
See what we can dig up.

I mean,
see what we can find.

They won't find anything here.

It's the wrong place.

They should try the mine.

That's where the others are.

Others?
What others?

Ah, ah.
You have to offer some information.

Now you said
the others were here.

What others?

The Fifteenth Duke,
Mr. Rupert.

And those
that were with him.

What, you mean the men
that died in the mine disaster?

They're not dead.

They're still here.

Down there.

All right, that was five years ago,
they died, five years ago.

They're still alive.

Alive.
Down there.

I heard them.
- Heard what?

Them, down there.

Trying to tunnel out.
I heard them, tapping.

Why is this light on?

Who's been down here?

I expect they've been
shifting the gear around.

And who run the
graveyard a bag of beef.

An unnecessary bit of
theatricality on your part.

But I thought
that you'd think...

You're not required to think,
but to do as you're told.

Well, it seemed like
a good idea to help Steed...

Any more good ideas,
and you'll have to go underground for a while.

Well, I'm awfully sorry.

You're late.

Sorry, there was...
- All right, all right, hurry it up.

You weren't serious about
sending me down below, were you?

I mean, you wouldn't...

What do we do now?

You will come to
learn we never panic.

There is a
solution to every problem.

All right, all right!

What's up?

I want to get down the mine.

You what?

Is there someone in the
village who can take me there?

Look, is there
someone who knows how?

Well, there's me.

Oh, good.

Yeah, I worked in
that mine for ten years.

Then you can
take me down, can't you?

No.

Not there.
- Why not?

There's nothing mortal scares me,
but that pit's a tomb.

An evil place.
- Oh, come now.

No.

But I'll send you down,
I'll operate the cage.

But I stay on top.

Fair enough.

I suppose
there's a good reason?

Let's say there's the uh...
ghost - of a good reason.

I thought so.

It's about the haunting, isn't it,
and Mrs. Peel?

I'm coming with you.

Absolutely no.

Well, I couldn't dare not go.
I'd be drummed out of F.O.G..

You wouldn't want
that to happen, would you?

Now look here, Miss Mackay,
if you think you can make me change my...

that you can
twist me around your...

by rolling those...
beautiful blue eyes of yours...

They're grey, actually.

So they are.
They're soft grey, I love the way...

No! No! No!

You let me go first.

That wheel hasn't
turned in five years.

That's the theory.

Cage is over here.

Squad, halt!

Right face!

One, two, three, four, five,

six, seven, eight, nine, fire!

Quick, march.
Left, right, left, right, left, right...

It's a marvellously
spooky atmosphere.

But no whoosh-mmm.

I mean who ever heard
of a subterranean ghost.

A ghost is a spirit
of the dead, isn't it?

Well, there must be at least
thirty dead somewhere down here.

All right, Hopper,
who's down there?

Don't be heroic,
I asked you a question.

Steed and the girl.

Girl?

Miss Mackay.
She's with him.

Is she now?

Get an axe,
cut through the cables.

Well, we must
have walked miles.

About one mile.

Don't you think it's far enough,
there's nothing down here, Steed.

Sh, sh.
- What is it?

Listen.

I don't hear anything.

It stopped now.

But it came from
over there, I'm sure of it.

This could be the rock fall
that trapped those men.

If it is, there must be solid
rock all the way back for miles.

I mean they
didn't get out, did they?

Rupert!

That's right, Steed.

Rupert.
The Fifteenth Duke of Benedict.

I had hoped
you wouldn't get this far.

But you have.
And now you must stay.

You!
I've seen your name on a grave.

Perhaps I am dead.
Perhaps we're both dead.

And this is
some kind of hell.

Most of the others are dead.

The men who were with you.

Yes, there were more than thirty of us.
Now, there are just five.

Just five.
All the others are gone.

And that's their only monument.

They kept us
down here to build that.

Down?
What do you mean "down"?

That street you see.
Have you the faintest idea where we are?

We're more than a
mile and a half underground.

The sunlight is provided,
so is the fresh air.

But why?
- Well you may ask, Mrs. Peel.

Out.

Masgard.
I don't think we've had the pleasure.

Pleasure?

I've heard all
about you, Mr. Masgard.

Your friend, Mr. Steed.

Yes.

And what do you
think of our arrangements?

Of course you can only
see a small part of it from here.

A very small part.

But beyond that street
is a complete town.

Shops, cinemas, recreation parks.

Every amenity.

You look surprised.

I am.

I know there's a population
problem up top, but I don't see the point in...

in building
a town underground.

Well, it's quite simple.

If an army of men is to stay
under the earth for ten, perhaps fifteen years,

they will need every comfort.

It's absolutely
essential for their morale.

So that they are
perfectly ready when needed.

An army?
- Quite soon, yes.

Our town is fairly empty at the moment.
We're operating with a minimum force.

But within a month, we will
have a population of over 20,000.

Trained, fighting men,
with their families.

And they,
and all the supplies they need,

will be brought
here by submarine.

A submarine?

To a coal mine?

It's only a
few miles to the coast.

You've got to have a tunnel.

We have a tunnel.

It's nearing
completion at the moment.

A tunnel from here to the sea.

So the mining
disaster was a fake.

We had to have
the top men for our task.

Mining experts
of the highest degree.

And Geoffrey,
the Duke of Benedict?

An outer cover man,
I think he might be called.

It's very difficult
for us to go up on top.

You get so pale
living down here.

I would not
have gone up if...

if Rupert hadn't escaped
and started the ghost scare.

Exactly.

It's far too elaborate
for a private fantasy.

It is neither private,
nor a fantasy, Mrs. Peel.

My country plans ahead.

And one day soon,
we will decimate your country.

Up there.

But down here,
we will escape the effects of the radiation,

and one day,
our army will move.

It will rise up into the cold fresh air,
and Britain will be ours.

But that is for the future.

We still have a few problems
of the present to take care of.

Yes, they are
taking him to be shot.

Execution squad, halt!

Right face!

It's customary to ask,
do you have any last request before you...

Yes, would you
cancel my milk?

Last cigarette?

No, thank you.

Oh, do you mind if I do?

Not at all.

It's important
to do these things well.

Yes. Thank you.

Blindfold?

I think so.

No peeping.

We're ready.
- Good.

Right.
I'll see to it straight away.

Execution squad,
prepare to take aim.

One,

two,

three,

four,

five,

six,

seven,

eight,

nine,

fire!

For that you definitely
get a mention in my will.

Did the whole of your past life
flash before your eyes?

Yes,
infinitely enjoyable.

You know
what's going on here.

I've a good idea.

Highly antisocial.
- Agreed.

It's got to be stopped.
- Yes.

We've had special
instructions to bury you.

Not just yet,
thank you very much.

Now, who knows
a way out of here?

There are only two ways out.

The shaft itself,
and the main exit.

Exit. Ah!
Now that's a word I approve of.

Now that's
a good word: exit.

From the Latin Exodus,
"to de part from, to leave, to escape".

"To follow me."
Are you coming?

Call out the guard!

This runs up
to the lower level.

After that there are
tunnels leading to various exits.

The Benedict wine cellars,
the graveyard, the chapel.

This is the only way up?

Yes.

How about cutting
one or two wires?

Wait until we're on top.

They thought they were
building a refuge, but in actual fact...

they were building a trap.

I wish to make this quite clear:
they will be found.

Every inch of the city
will be turned out.

It's not working!

The mineshaft. If we hurry...
- Shut up!

I cut the cables.

You frightened him.

Poor dear,
he thought he saw a ghost.

Well, breakfast at the pub.

That's the spirit.

Found the trouble?

Not yet, sir.

Ah.

Yes?

No.

This might be it.
- What?

Don't move, sir.
Don't you even breathe.

Very delicate piece
of mechanism, this.

Trouble?

Thought so.
There's your trouble, sir.

Ghosts, sir.
You got ghosts in your engine.

Ghosts?

Mrs. Peel?

Pax?

Sir?