All language subtitles for The.Avengers.1965.S04E09.The.Hour.That.Never.Was.DVDRip.XviD-PP

Mrs. Peel?

Mrs. Peel!

Are you...

Are you all right?

I think so.
How about you?

I'm a bit shaken, that's all. Oh, and a bruise,
you'll just have to take my word for.

What happened?

Dog.

Oh, yes.

Did we hit it?
- No. My reflexes are in top form.

They needed to be too.
Streaked across the road just like... that.

Wasn't chasing
anything, either, was it?

No, I don't think so.

Strange behaviour for a dog.

Well?

What's the verdict?
- A good punch will push it into shape.

Oh, the old girl?

Well, she'll need some lifting tackle.
I'll ring the garage as soon as we get to the camp.

How far
is the camp?

Oh, about half a mile,
if you don't mind walking.

I'll need to
change my shoes.

Ah.

You know, this stretch of
road hasn't changed in years.

Across the bridge, through the
trees, across green grassy banks,

to RAF station
472 Hamelin - oh!

I've driven across this road
oh, 100 times during the war.

Well, since you know it so well,
it's remarkable you couldn't stay on it.

I must confess, it's not the first time
I've ended up in the ditch around here.

I remember one Christmas,
15 of us in a 4 seater car.

The fire brigade
had to cut us loose.

Amazing, really,
we had time to win the war.

I thought you
said the main gate was...

Short cut. Secret back entrance.
Very handy after lights out.

After lights out,
but how could you see in the dark?

Now, there should
be a bit of a gap here.

Ah, ha!

Experience and
remarkable vision.

Cat's Eye Steed,
that's what they called me.

Returning from a mission,
hunched over the controls,

eyes rimmed with fatigue,
the men groaning in the back.

Where had you been, the war?
- No, the local pub.

There's a gap in the wire,
a place you can slip through.

One, two, three,

four, five, six...

Do you know the back way
to every camp in Britain?

There's one in Scotland
I must have missed out on.

Steed, I know the camp's
closing down and they're giving a party,

but why
are we invited?

I told you, I spent a lot
of time here during the war.

It was an agent's launching pad,
you get a posting, and...

You personally?

Sometimes. A couple of nights later
you'd be on a plane bound for wherever it was.

Ah, there she is.

Looks a bit bleak.

You should see it in
the cold light of a hangover.

RAF Camp 472, Hamelin.

As from tomorrow,
it won't exist.

You know, there used to thousands of men here,
and now there are about 30.

And tomorrow, none.
- The end of an era.

Sic friat crustulum.

''That's how the cookie crumbles.''
- The Latin cookie.

What's going to
happen to the survivors?

They're scattered over the globe,
Aden, Singapore, Germany...

Wherever there's
a British air base.

Look right, look left,
look right again and then...

Ah, the jolly old officer's mess.
That really takes me back.

I remember once after a rugger match
with the navy, we had a beer drinking contest.

The 2 finalists were
Pee Wee Hunt and Bussy Car.

Now Pee Wee Hunt...

I'll tell you the
rest of the story later.

They don't waste any time, these boys.
Probably been at it since breakfast.

Good to see
them all again.

Pumpadoo.

Anyone home?

Come out, come out,
wherever you are.

As our host isn't
here to receive us...

Do have a drink, Mrs. Peel, Mr. Steed.
So glad you could come to our little shindig.

A shade too
much grenadine.

Your recipe, I suppose?

Naturally, wherever I linger,
I leave my mark.

Well, we have all the ingredients
for a party, where are all the people?

You're sure you
got the right day, Steed?

It looks like a party.

President and members of the mess
request the pleasure etc., etc... Saturday, 11 am.

Well, they can't have
been gone long, or gone far.

I know where they are.

There's an old training
plane out there, a two wing job.

They take it
up and do stunts.

Last time, it ended up with
police from 3 counties after them.

You must see this.

I don't hear a plane.

It takes a bit of
coaxing to get it started.

So will you
when you're that age.

Mrs. Peel.

Well, I never.
A ''Sgt Henderson Special''.

He made a cake when the old CO retired.
It was the biggest cake you ever saw.

And there was a rather
shapely WAF girl inside it.

They iced it down, wheeled it in,
and everybody sang "For he's a jolly good fellow."

But nothing happened.

The lid didn't spring up,
and the girl didn't jump out.

Have you
noticed the time?

Yeah.

What happened to her?

Apparently when
they iced the lid down,

they cut off the
poor girl's air supply.

Only just got
her out in time.

Lots of memos about it.
It all got very ugly.

Steed!

''No milk today,
thank you.''

Our host, squadron leader Risdale:
''1 pint, 1 straw tog daily, except Thursdays".

''Block H, alley 7.''

Geoffrey?

Geoffrey?

Geoffrey?

Geoffrey, where are you?

Geoffrey, old bean?

Geoffrey, old bean?

Ah, here he is.

Geoffrey Risdale.

How do you do?

He needs a bit of a dust.

Do you suppose he hopped a plane
when he heard you were coming?

Eh?

Singapore.

So that's where
the old blighter's been posted to.

I suppose all the lines
go through to the camp switchboard.

Come and
have a look at this.

My wedding
present to Geoffrey.

My batman
got this for me.

Fine fellow, name of Pratt.
Didn't drink, he didn't smoke, had 8 kids.

What shattered this glass?

Caruso?

He's dead.
- So's Pratt, poor fellow.

I'm beginning to
wonder about Geoffrey.

The control tower.

Bird's eye view
of the camp from there.

If anyone's around,
we should see them from up here.

Well, the shot
came from around here.

Well, one thing's for certain,
they can't have flown away.

There's nob...

There's nobody up here.

Not a soul.

One dead rabbit.
- It's not dead. Look.

Unconscious.

Why? What did it?

Rabbit punch?

Hello?

Hello, hello!

Hello!

Hello.

No one here.

Might be
comforting if there were...

another human being.

Razors still running,

petrol gushing,
unconscious rabbit,

one dead milkman.

10,000 bottles of milk...

30 highly
trained technical men,

just up and
dance away from...

Hamelin.

Steed!

Well, he was here,
the milkman.

And he was dead.

First a murder,
then a body snatch.

Makes a change
from unconscious rabbits.

Meet you
under the clock.

I'm not doing any harm, sir.
Honest, I'm not doing any harm.

Who are you?

Hickey, sir.
Benedict Napoleon Hickey.

What are
you doing here?

Nothing. No harm
there. I'm just looking.

There's no harm in looking.
- Looking for what?

Victuals, sir.
Sustenance and comforts.

I've been living off
dustbins all my working life, sir.

From Biggin Hill,
Milden Hall,

Cardington, Hamelin here...

All air bases.
- Oh, yes, sir, certainly.

None of that army or navy rubbish for me.
I'm loyal, I am. Loyal to the air force.

Always have been.
Best dustbins in the business.

Surprising, what
they'll throw out.

Surprising?

Take these boots.
Done 40 operational flights.

I wasn't in them at
the time, mind you, not me.

I'm a conscientious objector.

I detest war.
Or violence.

Or stamp collectors.

Stamp collectors?

Filthy habit, collecting stamps.
All that old saliva.

More disease gets spread that way,
generations of old saliva.

Foreign saliva, too.

How long have
you been here?

This camp?
Oh, about 8 months.

Pity it's closing
down tomorrow.

It's good garbage.
It's good garbage.

I mean how long
have you been here looking?

Oh, not long, sir.

I felt a bit dry, and I thought
I might find a drop in the bottom of a bottle.

But no luck.

Seen anything unusual?

Unusual, sir?
- A young lady, for instance.

Well if I had, that
wouldn't be unusual, would it?

I mean, there's nothing
unusual about a young lady.

Come on,
I'll give you a drink.

That's lovely, sir, lovely.

Now, Hickey,
you were out there for some time.

I've never been inside
this building before. Not inside.

I know my place,
outside amongst the dustbins.

Were you on the camp first thing this morning?
- It's nice in here.

Now mind you I've heard them
enjoying themselves, singing away.

Did you hear them singing this morning?
- Nice and cozy.

Hickey!
Did you hear anything in here?

They've all gone away,
haven't they, sir, camp's closing down.

That's tomorrow.
The camp closes tomorrow.

It's a shame,
summer coming and all.

Like people dying,
just before Christmas.

Always seems a shame.
Nothing lasts, does it, sir?

I saw them running
up the flag this morning.

For the last time.

What did they do then?

I felt funny.
- Did you see them come back in here?

My ears,
I felt funny, dizzy.

As though I'd
had a few drinks.

Well, I hadn't
had a few drinks, sir.

But you felt drunk.

Do you think there'll
be another war, sir?

I hope so.

Good for business.

Dustbins are always
full during the war.

Hickey, when you felt funny,
what time was this?

And rationing, I enjoyed that.
My name on a little ration book. My name!

Haven't done
much reading since.

Was it early this morning?
Or later in the day?

Lovely sunrise you get
over runway number 4. Lovely.

Heard the clock start
striking, then it stopped.

Just like that, the clock
stopped striking. That was 11 o'clock.

Rosy, you've come back, eh?
That was a good girl. You've come back.

Should have seen
her this morning.

Took off like a mad thing, over the
fields as though the devil was chasing her.

But you come back,
didn't you, Rosy?

Your dog?
- Useful stuff, string.

I've got the best
collection in the southeast.

Does Rosy belong to you?
- Well, in a manner of speaking.

In my line of business it pays
to make friends with the guard's dogs.

Funny dog for
a guard to have.

Still, she's got sharp ears.
You should hear her bark.

She belongs to a guard?
Which guard?

The fellow on the main gate.
- Help yourself.

Mrs. Peel?

Steed! John Steed!

It's good to see you.
- Steed! Welcome back.

Glad you could make it.
- And bang on time as usual.

He's always on time
when there's a drink to be had.

Have yourself a drink,
join you in a minute.

Let's finish over
this little match. 27...

That's it.

103... I can beat this.

174...

Take it easy old boy,
what are you playing for, your virginity?

Still one dash
and half a splash?

Yes, that's right.

There you are, you see,
I remember, after all these years.

How's your memory? The squadron
toast, you can't have forgotten that?

''End of the fight, fly right.
Bottoms up, liquor down.''

"fly right,
bottoms up, liquor down.''

I'm terribly sorry.

Ah, the camp mascots.

Bertha and Billy.

I must say I don't know
which is which, still I expect they do.

You feeling all right?

I had a rather,
crack on the head. I've uh...

Really?
How'd you do that?

Well, I...
- Hello. Is that a cue for me?

Hi, I don't think you know,
this is Phillip Leas, our tame dentist.

John Steed.
- How do you do?

Did I hear you're not feeling too well?
- Well, I've had a bit of a...

Crack on the head.

Ah ha, let's have a look, then.
- It's just there.

You must pardon
my glee, Mr. Steed,

but since the real MO left here,
I've been in charge of first aid.

He's having the time of his life,
playing at being a doctor.

Nobody here
to contradict him.

Well, there is a slight bump there,
but there's no abrasion.

Made you feel a bit groggy did it?
- A little.

Well, there's a
chance of a mild concussion.

Might get a bit of giddiness.
Mind a bit hazy?

Might even get the odd hallucination.
- Oh, dear!

How did it happen?

l swerved to avoid a dog,
and the car ran off the road.

I should stay off that, if I were you.
There'll be more for me then, won't there?

Sorry to hear about Mrs. Peel, by the way.
I was looking forward to meeting her.

What's that about Mrs. Peel?
- Easy.

What happened to her?

You are shaken, aren't you?
- What did he mean about Mrs. Peel?

Merely that she couldn't
make the party, that's all.

She phoned her apologies through,
about an hour ago.

Excuse me.

What's this?
CO's inspection?

Here.

Now, look, the doctor, I mean the dentist...
- Don't worry about these.

One won't do you any harm.
- That's not what he said.

Well, you look as
though you need it, you see.

It's a sad day for
Hamelin 472, Steed, splitting up.

Do you remember these?

Light the blue paper,
and retire immediately.

Well, you won't get all these chaps
under one roof again, you know.

They'll all be in different
parts of the world. All scattered.

This time tomorrow,
I shall be on route to Singapore.

Porky there, on his way to Aden.
Wiggins off to Berlin.

When were you up
this morning, Geoffrey?

Well, about 9:30 I suppose. Why?
- What did you do then?

What did I do then? What are you talking...
- It could be important. Please.

Well, I climbed
into the bath, shaved...

Use an electric razor?
- Yeah.

Then what'd you do?

Well, I got dressed,
left the house, came over here.

Had the milkman called?
The milkman. Had he delivered the milk?

I don't know.
I suppose he had, yes.

What time
did you get here?

Just before
you, about 11.

Is Hickey still on camp?
- Hickey?

Yeah, the fellow that lives
off the air field, the scavenger.

Scavenger?
I haven't seen... Corporal?

Sir.
- Have you seen a tramp, hanging about the station?

A tramp, no sir.

Have to stay pretty
well hidden, wouldn't he, sir.

Or else security would
soon throw him out on his ear.

John, all these questions.
Do you mind telling me what it's all about?

Oh, it's all right, I just...
Put it down to this bump on the head.

Well, see
you in a minute.

Feeling any better?

Oh, yes, I'm fine.
A little fresh air and I'll be right as rain.

Good idea.

Bill, where's Steed?

I don't know. Said he was
going to pop out for some fresh air.

Did he?

Morning.

Good morning.

What kept you?
- Easy, don't panic.

Who's panicking?
We still got these two to put back.

Hurry up
before they wake up.

Mrs Peel!

Nice to
see you again.

I've heard of being scared of dentists,
but when they have to tie you to the chair.

What happened?

I suddenly felt dizzy
and I must have passed out.

Next thing I knew I was here,
but how I got here...

Probably a milk float. They do a
regular service, door to door, every 5 minutes.

Why a milk float?

It's the most
innocent thing they could find.

What would you think if you
saw one, a milkman doing his rounds.

Steed, these ampoules.

C 11.
- C 11.

It's a derivative of the
truth drug used in brainwashing.

Suppose someone were to
put this entire camp into a coma,

a hypnotic state, and then brought
them here, and went to work on them.

With that.

Don't play around with that,
Steed, it's nitrus oxide, laughing gas.

All right, so that's
what happened, what now?

Your watch...
twenty past twelve.

They wake up at 12 o'clock,
yet all the clocks in the camp say 11 o'clock.

Back where they started.

One hour of their
lives gone, just like that.

And they don't remember a thing.
- Perhaps they do.

One particular thing.

Steed, the unit is breaking up, isn't it?
Dispersing, all over the globe.

Well, if I'm right, and
they have been brainwashed,

then something could have
been planted in their subconscious,

something that could be
triggered off at a moment's notice.

A potential saboteur,
in every strategic air base in the world.

Steed, must you?
- It's fun.

There's still one
piece of the jigsaw missing.

Coma, hypnotic state...
it can't be as easy as that.

Ultrasonic sound.

Sounds well above
the speech frequency range,

relayed over the
loud speaker system.

It's effective only in a limited area.
- How limited?

About the size of the
average air field. That's it, Steed.

It's got to be.
- But how could that knock out a lot of people?

Well, the electrical activity of the
human brain has a fundamental frequency.

Call it a limit of
sound vibrations if you like.

At a point beyond
which it'll break down.

Much like a bridge.

You mean why soldiers break
step before they march over it.

Otherwise it vibrates
too much and disintegrates.

The bridge?
- Yeah.

Ultrasonic sound affects
the brain much the same way.

They've juggled the sounds around,
and come up with the right frequency.

Hence the ear muffs,
so they don't knock out their own people.

Quite a
creditable explanation.

I could pretend it was years of
experiment, my life work, but it wasn't.

It was an accident.

I found that by
raising the speed of the drill,

I could induce
myself into a hypnotic state.

I took it from there,
ultrasonic apparatus, high-speed drill.

Simple, but remarkably
effective, don't you think?

Quite remarkable, yeah.

What's the next step?
- An auction.

Thirty pre-conditioned
brains to the highest bidder.

Ought to
make me a rich man.

But first, I have
to deal with you.

Steed, what is it?

What's so funny?

What is it?

Relaxing, isn't it? I promised
you a quiet drive in the country.

What could be
quieter than a milk float?

Especially the
way you drive.

Who's driving?

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