All language subtitles for S02E13.The Sporting Chance

(Conversation buzzing)

- Come on, Eddie!
- That's it!

(Cheering)

Hey, fellas, let's show them!

With the fairer sex popping into orbit,

driving racing cars and golf balls

and moving onto the bar stool
alongside the men,

it's good to know
there's one male activity left

that the little clears
haven't managed to muscle in on yet.

What is it?
It's the good old fishing trip.

Yessir, it's one of the few holes in
the fence that men can climb through

and, once on the other side,
be the boys they really are,

without being told to comb their hair
or put on a tie. Watch them.

Hey, fellas, get a load of this!

(Men shouting encouragement)

Wise guys!

Beaver, you couldn't cast a movie!

No? You wheel on that old casting couch
and I'll show ya!

Let a friend take the floor who can
really cast a spinner! Simon?

Me? I only arrived 10 minutes ago.
I'm out of practice.

- So? These guys are outta space!
- Yeah!

Come on, mister! Come on over here!
Make way, boys!

- What are you doing?
- The big one's for amateurs!

He'll never do it!
Nah, never in a million years!

(Silence)

(Cheering)

That is casting like she oughtta be!
Drinks on the house, fellas!

Gee, mister, that was great castin'.

- Your name wouldn't be Isaac Walton?
- Or Pop Hemingway?

No, gentlemen,
there's his name right up there.

- "Simon Templar".
- The famous Simon Templar.

(Knocking)

- Good morning, Mrs Whicker.
- Dr Beamish, come in.

Thank you.

Oh, hello, Otto, I just came in
to say enjoy your trip

and to read you a letter.

- From the Defence Department?
- What? You've heard?

- Horner telephoned me.
- Well, aren't you delighted?

It's good to know they've endorsed
my experiments.

Endorsed? My dear Otto,
they accept them.

You've devised an entirely new
satellite guidance system!

The university governors are
falling all over themselves!

Yes? Good.

I know how you feel. You're tired.

You need a rest. Where are you going?

To fish.

Well, as university president, I must
tell you personally how proud we are.

This will double our grant
for your next series of experiments.

- There may not be a next series.
- What?!

I've kept my end of the bargain.
The Canadian government have not.

- But, Otto...
- It was my condition, Jim!

I said I'd defect to the West
on one condition.

My wife and daughter
be brought out from East Berlin.

- They tried!
- They tried?

That's not much comfort to me living
alone in this house for five years.

My work and my life has
no meaning for me

without my family to share it.

I'm awfully sorry. I understand.
But we must not give up hope.

Perhaps when you get back,
there'll be good news.

I'm glad my experiments worked out
for you and the university.

And have a good time, Otto.

And rest. Will you do that?

- Goodbye, Jim.
- (Laughs awkwardly)

Don't say it so finally.
You'll only be gone a month.

Yes. Yes, of course.

(Car approaching)

Well, Professor,
I see you found the spot OK.

Mr Cleaver, you said two o'clock.

Yeah, I stopped up the road a bit
to see if we were being followed.

- Why should anyone follow me?
- Come, now, Professor.

Top scientist, family problems.

You're not exactly the best
security risk in the world.

No, I suppose not. What happens now?

Keep heading north to Algonquin Park.

At Lake Manitou,
check in at the Manitou Lodge.

- Book in under your own name.
- What about you?

I'll follow later.
When I check in, you don't know me.

- How long do we stay?
- Till I say move on.

See you tonight.

Oh, er...by the way,

I hope you like fishing.
There's nothing else to do up there.

Do you care what I like?

If I say I've never fished before,
what do we do? Turn back?

No, I guess it'd be kind of hard
on your wife and daughter.

To be shot because you couldn't fish.

Here! Oh, yes.

You're gonna catch yourself
a big piece of mud, mister.

(Chuckles)

Hey, that's some fish, mister!

Boy-oh-boy, that's some fish!

Hey! Say, why don't you watch
Mr Templar up there?

Oh, hey, mister, don't pull it!

I'll get it down for you.

Hey, don't yank it!

Ah!

Gee, you broke it.

Gee, mister,
you should've been more patient.

Yes, I realise that.

- Having trouble?
- Ah, trouble?

Gee, Mr Templar,
you should've seen him...

- Shut up, Beaver. Can you fix it?
- Hm, well, let's see...

This is Beaver Johnson. He makes
his living fixing tackle for the hotel.

- My name's Simon Templar.
- Otto Mueller.

Mueller. Any relation
to Professor Mueller?

Why, er...yes.

Mr Templar, l...er...

I'm up here on vacation,
you understand.

Say no more. We'll skip the shop,
but have a drink with me. I've a flask...

Sorry, I-l must go back and change.
Excuse me.

Hey, Professor, what about your rod?

- Oh, yes.
- Cost you two bucks.

She'll be ready tomorrow
over at my place.

- That's the shack across the hill.
- Thank you.

I just checked up. I was right.
That guy you were talking to.

In my job, you have an instinct
for these things.

Now, listen, Professor.

Listen to me and you listen good.

- I want you to stay away from him.
- Why?

Because his name's Templar.
He has a nose for trouble.

If you talk to him,
this will all blow wide open.

You know what'll happen then - to us,
to you, to your wife and daughter.

So I want you to stay away from him,
you hear?

Do you hear?

Yes.

OK.

- What are you writing?
- You told me to write some postcards.

Oh, yeah, so I did.

Let me see.

- It came this morning, Dr Beamish.
- Manitou Lake.

- He doesn't even mention the hotel.
- No.

- Algonquin Park's not much help.
- No.

- Is something wrong?
- No, Mrs Whicker. Good news.

I'm Sgt Williams of
the Royal Canadian Mounted Police.

We've learned that Mueller's wife and
daughter have escaped to West Berlin.

- Oh, Doctor, isn't that wonderful!
- I'll take the news to him myself.

- Shouldn't be hard to find him.
- Good boy!

Mr Cleaver, your call to Vancouver.
Mr Pavan is on the line.

Julius? Don. How are things
shaping up at your end?

Hold the line a minute, Don.

Marion, shut the door a minute, please.

Certainly, Mr Pavan.

Listen, Don,
I've just had some bad news.

Mueller's relatives have cut loose.
If he finds out, we're sunk.

Someone could be on the way
to tell him right now.

So you've got to work fast.

Get him outta that hotel and put him
through the hoop. Clear him tonight.

Tonight? What's that gonna do
to our schedule?

OK. OK, I will. Yeah. Bye, Julius.

Bye.

Change in plans.
We're leaving tonight.

We'll get a plane to Winnipeg,
then on to Vancouver.

- Why is this?
- That's my business.

- Let's have the keys to your car.
- Why?

Do what I tell you and don't argue
with me. The keys.

- Now your watch and your lighter.
- But why?

We need them to lay a false trail.

Now your luggage.

- Is this all you have?
- Yes.

I'll be back by dark. Stay in here
and don't answer the telephone, OK?

Why can't you explain
what's going on?

Because what I'm doing is illegal
and I don't want to be caught. Simple.

- I don't like your methods.
- That's just too bad.

- Are you ready?
- Yes.

(Car drawing up outside)

- Good evening, sir.
- Good evening.

Is Professor Otto Mueller registered?

- Yes, sir, Room 36.
- Could I give him a call?

- Use this phone, sir.
- Thank you.

(Phone)

- Hello?
- Professor Mueller?

- Speaking.
- My name's Williams, RCMP, Toronto.

I'd like to speak with you.

I'll be down in just a minute.

Wait in the bar for me, will you?
I'll join you there. Bye.

Gimme one minute,
then follow me downstairs.

Your bill's paid and you're checked out.

Get into my car and drive. I'll meet you
at North Bay airport at midnight.

What's all this about?
Who was that on the phone?

Professor, you'll do exactly
as you're told.

That is if you want to see
your wife and daughter again.

- Hey, Jack! Jack Williams!
- Hello, Simon.

I thought you'd been posted
to Edmonton.

I'm back in Toronto.
I'm here looking for a guy.

Come on, I'll buy you a drink.
What'll you have?

- Rye.
- Make it two.

- This guy, anybody I know?
- Professor Mueller.

- Got some good news for him.
- Hey, Professor!

Professor Mueller! A friend of mine
has come up from Toronto to see you.

I have to drive somewhere. I'm late.

It'll only take a minute. It's important.

Hey, Jack... Jack?

Harry, get a doctor!

Five men were close enough to plant
that knife. I didn't kill Williams.

Why don't we play at being grown-up?

- What is it, Gorman?
- We found Professor Mueller.

- Where?
- Two miles from Manitou Lake.

- Road accident. Heck of a mess.
- Is he dead?

- The car hit a tree.
- When?

The clock on the dashboard
was stopped at 2:15.

I spent the entire night
in your tender company.

Nobody suggested
you had anything to do with it.

No. I have an airtight alibi.

Whoever killed Williams could've been
responsible for Mueller's accident.

I had nothing to do with it.
Give in gracefully.

- How did it happen?
- The gas tank exploded.

Blew his luggage through the roof.

The Mounties may want to take a look
at it. Here's a list of his effects.

- Was he badly burned?
- To a crisp.

- Almost behind recognition.
- How can you be sure it was him?

His watch had his name on it.
His car, his luggage. It was him.

May I? I think you'll agree
I had nothing to do with this.

I guess we'll have to give you the OK.
No need to keep you any longer.

- No hanging party?
- Not tonight.

While I'm catching up on some sleep,
something for you to think about.

The Professor was here
on a fishing trip.

A guy named Beaver Johnson
was repairing his rod.

- So?
- There's no rod on that list.

Beaver?

Beaver?

Beaver?

Where is he, Scruffy?

- Mueller left alone. Are you sure?
- Positive, Mr Templar.

Anybody else check out
around the same time?

- Yes. Mr Cleaver.
- What did he look like?

A bit taller than you, slim,
youngish, fair.

- Did he say where he was going?
- No.

- Where did he come from?
- Um...

Don Cleaver, Toronto. No address.

Great help. Did he have any labels
on his baggage?

- Gee, I wouldn't know.
- How did he make his reservation?

- Phoned from Toronto.
- And the Professor?

- Same way.
- Same date?

- Yeah. How did you know?
- Just a guess.

It's quite important I trace Cleaver.
Can you give me any clue about him?

I'd sure like to help you... He made
a long-distance call to Vancouver.

Here it is. To a Mr Julius Pavan.
YU... That's Yukon, I think.

YU-7891.

Thank you.

This way, Mr Redmond.

Oh, Mr Cleaver, welcome home.

- Hello, Marion. Mr Pavan in?
- In his office.

This is Mr Redmond of the Prescott
Irrigation Company. Miss Kent.

How do you do, Mr Redmond?
I'll take those.

Thank you.

- Don. And Mr Redmond. Come on in.
- Ah, Julius.

Professor Mueller, good to meet you.

The Professor's not exactly
full of joy today.

Why? What happened?
Didn't you get away all right?

Just. I'll tell you later.

No, Mr Pavan, we did not get away
all right. A man was killed.

- What?
- Yes. A man with a message for me.

He had something to do with the killing.

The police don't think so.
They arrested Templar.

I want to know what the message was.
I demand to know it!

He tells me nothing.
He treats me like a prisoner.

Oh, now, Professor...

He takes away my car.
I don't even know where it is.

He takes away my luggage! Why?!

I told him it was part of the plan,
but all I get is arguments.

Don, I've told you before not to
be discourteous to the Professor.

He's our guest
and you've gotta remember that.

He's more trouble than a baby.
So help me...

That's enough of that.

My sincerest apologies, Professor.

I'm sorry if you've been made
to feel uncomfortable.

- I want know what the message was.
- We're here to help you find out.

You're saying this to keep me quiet.

- Now, Professor, I assure you...
- Don't play games with me!

I know what you are, what you do.
You lie, cheat, murder!

Now, take it easy, Professor.

That's true.
You'll do anything to hold me!

Professor...you're free to back out of this
right this second.

Nobody is holding you.

That's a lie.

Do you see any locked doors?
Any guns?

Go on, go and buy yourself
a ticket back to Toronto

and forget about this whole thing.

You know I can't
because of my wife and daughter.

Oh. Well, that's a decision
for you to make, of course.

But it's a free decision
entirely up to you, Professor.

I think...you'd better take me
to my hotel.

An excellent idea.

We'll all go along with you just to
make sure that you're comfortable.

Marion, I've got to leave town.
Those letters...

- I can easily work tonight, Mr Pavan.
- Thank you.

- Can I help you, sir?
- I doubt it.

Wrong department.
This seems to be the head office.

- What exactly were you looking for?
- I wanted to buy some timber.

- In what sort of quantity, sir?
- Enough to panel a room 8 by 12.

Oh, in that case, you want our timber
yards. They're out at the very end...

- Who's the owner?
- Mr Pavan.

You must be a stranger in Vancouver.

Yes, I just moved out from the East.

By the way, I ran into somebody from
this office or maybe he was a client.

- Mr Cleaver.
- Cleaver?

- What do you know!
- Mr Cleaver's our sales manager.

- Is he in?
- I'm afraid he just went out.

He only got in an hour ago.

When I met him,
he was with a professor.

Professor Mueller, would that be it?

Mueller? I don't know. It's possible.

- You don't recognise the name?
- No... No, I'm afraid I don't.

- Well, thank you, Miss...?
- Kent.

- Miss Kent.
- Goodbye, Mr...?

Goodbye.

(squeals)

Stop panicking.

You remember me? I won't hurt you and
I haven't come to steal. Understand?

If I let go, you promise not to scream?

You're really quite pretty
without glasses.

Just what are you doing
on these premises?

I prefer the other you,
if you don't mind.

- Give them back!
- Sit down. I want to talk to you.

Oh! Oh! Ahh!

Stay there.

- Who are you?
- The name's Simon Templar.

- What's your Christian name?
- Marion.

Marion, your employers are mixed up
in something very big and very dirty.

What on earth are you talking about?

What the original plan was,
I don't know.

Things were so hot, Cleaver had to
make the Professor disappear fast.

So he bushwhacked
one of the local characters.

A harmless old guy
named Beaver Johnson.

Put him in the Professor's car
and staged a crash.

Beaver Johnson was burned to death.

I just can't believe it!

You have to believe me.
Only you know these people.

Has there been anyone in the office
you didn't know?

- Well, um...Mr Redmond.
- Grey hair, moustache?

No. Dark, clean-shaven.

- No one else?
- No.

They've hidden the Professor
somewhere.

What are these shaded areas?

Those are timber concessions
owned by Mr Pavan.

Could they have holed him up
in one of those somewhere?

I just don't know!

Marion, you do believe me now,
don't you?

- Well...
- OK, take your time.

- Will you do something for me?
- Yes.

Keep your eyes and ears open
and pass on any information.

I'm at the James Hotel.
They know where to reach me.

The James. Right, I'll remember.

Good. I'll, er, let you
get on with your work.

You know, you really don't need them.

- Oh, good morning, Mr Pavan.
- Morning, Marion.

I'm in conference.
No calls, no interruptions.

Very good. Your letters are ready.

Leave them on the desk.
Your figures, Redmond.

- I'm not impressed.
- You had some other figure in mind?

Well, a thousand acres...

Right...gather over here.

I'll just run through the schedule.
We leave Vancouver at 2pm.

(Mueller) 'You said you'd find out.'
(Pavan) 'Oh, the message? Forget it.'

'Cleaver checked. You were invited
to address the Defence Council.'

- How did he check?
- Through a university contact.

I don't believe you.

'Now, Professor Mueller,
if this discussion...'

(Switches off intercom)

James Hotel? I want to speak
to Mr Simon Templar, please.

Violence and lies!
If I'd known it'd be like this...

You'd have sacrificed your family?

To prevent more killings,
yes, perhaps I would.

Hello, Mr Templar? This is
Marion Kent here. You were right.

I just heard them call Mr Redmond
Professor Mueller. Yes...

Hello? Hello?

Hello?

- What else?
- How did he get onto us?

- I don't know!
- Don't do that!

He followed you here
from Lake Manitou in Ontario.

- He couldn't have.
- Never mind. He may warn the police.

We've got to move fast.
We've got to get Mueller out.

- You could leave with him now.
- All right.

You stay here. Templar'll head here
after that phone call. Shut him up.

- Right.
- Then join us at the beach house.

- We'll go on from there as planned.
- What about her?

- She's coming with us.
- No, she's not. The deal's off.

- I'm through with the whole thing.
- Too late.

From now on,
you'll do as you're told.

We'll take the freight elevator
down to the garage.

- Be careful with Templar.
- Leave it to me.

After you, Professor.

(Running footsteps)

Don't move.

Where are they?! The Professor
and Miss Kent, where are they?

- You'll never find them!
- I said, where are they?

You're not going anywhere!

(Screaming)

"Estimated time of arrival -
1900 hours, June 14th.

"Lake C."

I'm terribly sorry about this.
They won't hurt you. Don't worry.

Miss Kent, I'm only doing this
because of my family.

Oh, I understand that, Professor.

- But where are they taking you?
- To Russia.

- Morning.
- Morning.

- I'm looking for a man named Pavan.
- Why?

- I'm a friend of his.
- I didn't know he had any.

He has private fishing rights from
South Neck to past Cramer's Ferry.

If you ain't invited, don't go

Mr Pavan is very hot-blooded
about trespassers.

Do you rent canoes?

It's your funeral. $5 a day.

Good. It's a deal.

(Plane approaching)

Ah, hello.

So they sent you this time,
Comrade Netchideff.

Yes. The lake is good today, huh?

Bit better than what it was last time.

Tell me something.
Um, what is the forecast like?

No worries. You've got a clear dawn
take-off. Come meet your passenger.

Ah, yes, that is good.

And you, you're so quiet.
Something is wrong, yeah?

Wrong? No.

Um...zis young man,
why is he not here with us now?

Cleaver? He had some other work to do.

Ah, so...

Ahh...

Oh, dear, dear, what's the matter?
You are not hungry, eh? What...

Oh, look, she can't...reach it.

- Undo ze chain for her, will you?
- She can manage if she wants to.

Yeah, yeah. I tell you what...
I will feed you, da? Huh?

Come on, we have some beans.
Open your mouth. Come on, come on.

Come on, now. Zis is good for you.
Open ze mouth.

- Stop it! Leave her alone!
- Sit down. I'm going to feed her.

- Now, come, come, you open ze mouth.
- Get away from me!

Ah, dear. You have made me spill it.
I will not be so sorry for you now.

Do you think I care? Just leave me alone!

What's the matter? You don't like life?
Now, you listen to me, huh?

We are workers, yes? You and me.

So with workers, we will stick together.

Him... (Hisses) He is a capitalist.

He exploits you.
But now, if you are nice to me...

maybe I kill him, huh?

OK, you've had your 'yoke.
Let's get started.

Don't you go away, huh?

Get the cans. I'll bring the boat.

You are, er, not believing
what I'm saying, no?

Look, don't make our working together
any more difficult than you have to.

That's all I gotta say.

Don't pull the trigger, comrade.
One spark and we'll go sky high.

Templar, for the last time,
where's Cleaver?

Well, let's say he...fell down
rather badly on the job.

You've loused up our plans,
wasted all our gasoline.

I'm within an ace of letting you have it.

Pull the trigger,
then you'll have really had it.

These woods are full of Mounties
looking for this hut.

- You think he's lying?
- He's making it up.

Are you?

Your bumbling pals murdered two men.

Now every cop is looking for them.

- Zis is true?
- He's lying.

Still, it is...

We'll take precautions. It is wise
never to underestimate people.

We get ze Professor away from here
as quickly as we can.

Zis gasoline,
how long does it take you?

There's a marine station.
There and back - about four hours.

Four hours. We must hurry.

I'll take off as soon as it is light.

Professor!

We don't have much time.

What Williams wanted to tell you was
that your wife and daughter are safe.

They escaped into West Berlin.
They're being flown to Canada.

You don't lie to me?

Why should I?
They have no hold over you at all.

Oh, Professor, I'm so glad.

I waited five years.

Well, that's the good news.

The bad news is, there isn't a cop
within miles of this place.

- We're strictly on our own.
- All this time, they lied to me!

That's right. They disguised you
to keep anyone from helping you.

Liars, killers!
They won't get away with it!

You wouldn't stand a prayer
against the Russian.

Sit tight and wait. Maybe you'll get
the chance to grab his gun.

Shh!

Ah, my friends, we, er...

we have a little time to kill.

Now, what shall we talk about?

The...Bolshoi Ballet!

Huh? No?

Well, well...er...
What shall we talk about, then?

- I'd like a drink.
- An excellent idea. So would I.

- Allow me.
- Thank you very much. Kind of you.

How's life in the submarine service?

You, er... You are guessing zis.

Just a simple deduction.
Your clothes have a nautical look.

Your seaplane is the type that can
be launched from a large submarine

and your face is white
from weeks without sun.

Oh, you...you are so intelligent!

You bet.

Professor, I am just that...little bit
disappointed in you, you know.

Because... You are not trying
to get me drunk, are you?

- Course not.
- Ah, good. I'll tell you something.

It is absolutely impossible, ja?

After two bottles of vodka,

I can still fly a plane.

- Bottoms, er, down!
- Up.

UP, down... Up!

Wow! Another.

What have you got on Pavan?

Pavan?

My friend, you see, there is always
a way of getting to a man.

It is called his, er...

Er, what is... His, er...?

- Achilles heel.
- Achilles heel! Da. Zis is it!

You see, every man has his...
Achilles heel

somewhere or other in his past.

Could be his...marriage...

Huh?

...his religion, his work, his...

Now, take Pavan.

He helped zis old man to his death

and then, when he was dead,
he took over the timber empire.

Now...your police
did not know nothing about this.

And yours did?

Oh, yes, of course because, you see,

we use the threat of prison
to help people work for us.

It's quite a logical thing to do,
but he wasn't quite sure...

You are looking awfully nervous.
Why don't you sit down?

No, no, I'm all right, I'm just tired.

Hey, are you interested in fishing?

Fish...? Such a silly little game
sitting there with a rod all clay!

I don't know.

To be a good fisherman, you have
to be quite a skilled sportsman.

Well, you see,
I have more important things to do.

Now, Pavan, he likes fishing
just like you

and he is a very stupid man.

Yes, he is.

Well, my friends, I think we have
a little bit of a rest, huh?

But not you, hm?

Professor, you underestimated me.

Liar, murderer!
My wife and daughter are safe!

Lies, all lies!

Yes, but then, you see, we need you.

You will have to kill me
to get me on that plane.

Oh, no, no, no,
it's not as bad as all that.

You... You...you...!

- 6am.
- Da. Yes.

You can take off
before anybody in this area's awake.

Ah, good, good. That's good.

What's the idea?

The great physicist here,
he tried to outwit me

so I had to teach him just a little lesson.

You are all right?
I didn't hurt you too much? Good!

We are going to undo you,
then you come away with us.

Only one thing I ask you.
Please do not try to outwit me again.

- Good.
- Some people never learn.

Drop the key!

Oh, Professor, Professor,
you do disappoint me.

(Screaming)

Now, shut up!

He makes too many mistakes. It was
dangerous working with such a man.

Come, we go now.

Oh, er...

someday - tomorrow, next week,
next month -

someone will come along
and they will find you in this cabin

and they will set you free, hm?

It's...like you say
with the little fishes,

I give you a sporting chance, da?

Come on.

Wait, wait.

Come, come.

- (Marion) Can you get it?
- Yeah.

Got it.

I have to admit, Professor, he's about
the biggest fish I ever caught! Move!