All language subtitles for Bugs - Series 1, Episode 8 - Hot Metal (1995)

Machine bleeps

Explosion is silent

Just like you said - not a sound.

Perfect. That should do the trick.

You know my fee.

Get me my r6, da silva, and I'll double it.

Nice and quiet.

Yeah, that should keep the r6 happy.

Come on, your deal.

He whistles

quietly: Wallace!

The r6 is in the soundproof vault?

Yeah, like I told you.

15-two, 15-four, pair of six.

Bleeping

silent explosion

did you feel something there? Like what?

I dunno. I felt something odd,
like an earthquake or something.

Probably just the train.

Security guard: 'I'll... I'll take a look.'

Coughing

dull thud

Alarm rings

How much do you know about
metal development, Beckett?

A little.

This place operates under government licence

to develop new metals and
alloys and various applications.

I gathered as much.

Some very secret advances made here recently.

Advances which could have major implications

for our economic future.

In particular? A new metal called r6.

It will be a highly efficient super-conductor.

My department has high hopes for it.

Unfortunately, at the moment, it
also has certain other properties.

It's rather unstable.

So, these tapes didn't pick up
the break-in or the explosion?

Well, someone's been playing home videos. Look.

An interruption to the signal.

Where's that shot of the guard?

There he is - fit and well.

And now he's lying unconscious in hospital.

Hang on, rossie. Are you
saying that isn't Wallace?

That's Wallace, but look.

That is not yesterday's paper.

Oh, it's an old recording!

Someone's interrupted the
feed to the security camera

and fed this to the recorder instead.

That's a hell of a lot of trouble
to go to and not steal anything.

I mean, the other weird thing

is the guard reckons he didn't hear an explosion.

Actually, there's a reason for that.

There's something you should know about this r6.

What, it makes people deaf?

Not exactly, no.

I've asked mr vermeer to
explain. He's the vice president.

Watch.

High-pitched bleeping

resonant frequency. Exactly.

Er... I never did much physics
at school. I was more into biology.

Ed, at the correct frequency,

the glass absorbs so much
energy that it explodes. Ok?

And the same thing happens with r6, right?

Something similar. Kent: But r6 is more volatile.

Watch.

High-pitched alarm

wow!

So you could make some
innocent metal object from r6,

like a fountain pen,

send it to your least favourite national leader,

expose it to that resonant frequency and...

Bang! Election time!

And no evidence of how it was done.

Yes, that is our fear.

Imagine how dangerous it could
be if it fell into the wrong hands.

You must ensure that doesn't happen.

Well, we're gonna need full access
to your existing security set-up.

We do have a very good security system here.

Very good security system (!)

Wasn't up to much last night, was it?

Fancy swapping places? I
thought you liked heights.

Tastes can change. What
do you want this for, anyway?

I just want to add a trick or two to the system.

Ros, do you see that place over there? Yeah.

Think their cameras might have
picked something up last night?

I dunno.

They're in the right place.

I'll tell Beckett to get over there.

Um, ros... Yeah?

No need for that.

I think I can handle this one.

No, I'm afraid it's impossible.

If we could take a look at those tapes,

it would be a major help to our investigation.

It's company policy.

You know, you could, erm...

You could keep an eye on
me the whole time - personally.

I'm sorry. The head of security is very strict.

When they change the tapes,

mr Thomas insists they
go in the safe straightaway.

Yeah. Very sensible.

And I guess they change
tapes frequently, do they?

'Eight o'clock each night on the dot.

'Mr Thomas says our security
system is state-of-the-art.'

We're ready when you are.

'You've got less than 20 minutes, ed.'

There he goes.

Ed, when you reach a camera,
attach the box to its side.

No need to do anything else.

I can access their video
recorder through the box, ok?

Quick as you can, ed.

You've got...

..16 minutes before they change the tape.

'All right, all right.

'You guys want to come up and do it quicker (?)'

'ed...'

don't say a word!

Don't... not a thing, all right?

Everyone's a critic!

'Ok, ros, I've attached it.

'Start recording now.'

can we get it all done before they change tapes?

Speed recording at a ratio 100 to one.

I need 14 minutes, 24 seconds.

I wish I'd brought something to read.

'Keep still, ed. Company.'

Ed, I can almost hear your heart pounding.

'It's ok, guys, he's gone.'

are you sure you're using the fast-forward?

'I'm going as fast as I can.'

Oh, no! What's wrong with it?

I don't believe it!

Someone's must have changed tapes.

Someone wants to go home early.

Ed, you might as well come down.

'Let's hope we've got enough, eh?'

Ed, hurry up!

State-of-the-art security?

They didn't even lift the drawbridge!

Look, this is incredible!

There's the explosion, and the cloud of debris,

but look at the foreground.

Couple of security guards.
I'll show it to you again.

Now, there's the explosion, but look at them.

No reaction at all.

Exactly.

They were right. There was no sound.

The explosion was silent.

Ros, how do you attach a
silencer to a lump of semtex?

Well, you can't. Not physically.

But there's been a lot of development

on sound repression's lately.

Yeah, but that's only small
stuff, like car phones... look.

Every noise has its own frequency pattern, right?

Now, the theory goes, if
you create its negative image

of that frequency and transmit it

at the same time as the noise is created,

the one cancels out the other.

Result - silence. But it's just theory, isn't it?

Well, it looks like someone's finally worked out

a way of actually doing it. Hm. What's next?

Hang on. There's one more thing you should see.

See? It was an inside job.

Hang about!

That's that guard that
ended up in hospital, isn't it?

What's-his-face. Wallace!

Best cover, isn't it? Takes the pressure off him.

'Right now, he's our best lead.

'I think I'll go and see what
he's got to say for himself.'

Monitor bleeps steadily

I'm changing mr Wallace's drip.

Nurse! Nurse!

Mrs Evans! You must go back to bed.

No. No, doctor. Dr McKay
put on a drip last night.

I'll see what he says.

Mr Wallace? Hold it, please.

Which room? Ok, bye.

Room 4. Thanks.

Haven't seen him before, have you?

Nurse, nurse! Quickly! I don't know.

Here today, gone tomorrow some of these doctors.

You're gonna have to do better than that, pal!

Alarm rings

His drip! Check his drip!

Is he all right? Yes. Who was he?

A family friend.

They never did get on.

Hey...

Did you switch this on?

It's recording.

'You're gonna have to do better than that, pal!'

the voiceprint will take
a few minutes to scan in.

You sure you're all right,
Beckett? Yeah, I'm fine.

Here we go.

Washington won't mind
us using their files, will they?

Have you asked? Don't usually.

That's fine. Beckett.

There we are. That's him.

Joseph da silva, specialist in hi-tech terrorism.

He's a freelancer, a gun-for-hire.

Not fussy who he works for, is he?

Active in Libya, Israel, usa, Russia...

Huh! Nothing I like more
than a well-travelled nut!

How do we find him? Wallace.

There's two bugs on him.

And in the meantime?

I'm going to see Kent at the research centre.

You go find vermeer.

Ask him who else knows about this r6.

Mr vermeer, this is an inside job for sure.

Well, what are you saying? The guard, Wallace,

he let the man in. Ah, of course.

Yeah. We think there must've been another leak.

The raiders knew exactly what they were after -

that's why they had to silence that explosion.

Kent tells us r6 is highly secretive.

Who else knows it exists?

Only a few of my most trusted employees.

Oh, and charlesworth, of course.

I'd forgotten him. Who's charlesworth?

He led the research team
that discovered r6 by accident.

Can we speak to him?

He left our employment some time ago.

We fell out over r6.

We're trying to stabilise it

so it can be used for what it was intended.

But he wanted to exploit its
explosive nature as a weapon.

The research centre keeps a small amount of r6.

We're trying to improve its stability.

There's really nothing to worry about.

Our security's very good.

That's what vermeer thought.

You should've told me before
you had r6 on these premises.

I didn't think it was relevant.
Well, of course it's relevant!

If da silva wants it that badly,
he'll go anywhere he can get it!

Well, he won't get it from here!

Beeping

silent explosion

I'm sure you'll find our existing precautions

to be completely adequate.

Let me be the judge of that.

Now, listen hear, Beckett, I hired
you to protect the r6 at vermeer's,

not to interfere here.

Hey, you!

'Ed, we've just got to make sure

'da silva doesn't get his hands on any more r6.

'How are you doing over there?' Right.

I've nearly finished the
security modifications here.

And I tell you something,

if da silva tries to get into
millennium metals again,

he's in for quite a shock.

Woman: 'I'm sorry, mr Wallace.

'I've no instructions from the
doctor about you leaving today.'

it's not actually as bad as it looks.

The bullet managed to miss
anything major. You were lucky.

And you were right about the
research centre being a target.

Beckett, Wallace is just
getting himself discharged.

I'll meet you at the car.

Wallace is on the move, ed.

'We're tailing him.' 'Ok.'

'finish up and get mobile.

'We might need you.'

I'm on my way, sir.

I'll park the car, madam.

Ros, valet parking. Give
him the key. Give him the key.

He won't hurt it! Come on!

Which way?

What the hell are you doing here?

You put me in hospital.
That wasn't part of the deal.

Machine bleeps

ok.

Oh! Sorry! Security.

We'll come back later.

Batteries must be low.

Let's try this floor.

This table, Beckett. Give me a hand.

'What do you think you're doing...'

..coming here?!

You never said that you would hurt me!

It had to look good, you fool!

I want more money.

I'm sorry about this.

Mr charlesworth! What are you doing here?

You'd better deal with this!

Charlesworth - he used to work at vermeer's!

'Then meet me later.' He's leaving!

You don't want to trust
this one, mr charlesworth.

He'll only try and cheat you.

This won't take long. I
don't want any more foul-ups!

I'll get ed to check him out.

'Ed, where are you?'

in the lobby. I just got here.

'Yeah, well, don't get too comfortable.

'I've got a job for you.'

ok, ed. He's all yours.

Thanks.

Thank you. Thank you.

Cheers, mate. Big spender!

Ed's put a tracer on him.
Shh, I'm trying to listen!

Gunshot gunfire!

I'll take the window. I'll take the stairs.

In here!

Wallace!

He's dead!

Beckett!

Down!

It's ok, Beckett! He's got
Wallace's bag with your bug in it!

This way!

Go on.

We're standing right on top of him!

Car park!

Rapid bleeping Beckett, he's still here.

Bleeping continues

Gone!

Beckett, are you there? 'Receiving.'

are you there? Listen.

Yeah, look, I've found where
charlesworth was headed.

'We lost da silva.

'He dumped the bag I bugged.

'Now, listen, ed. I want you to
check the place out, but no heroics.

'Be careful!' All right, b.

Surprise, surprise! Guess who turned up!

'Da silva?' Yeah.

'Ok, ed, listen to me. I want you
to see if you can get a bug on them.

'We need to know what da silva
and charlesworth are planning.'

I think I might be able to get something

on one of the windows near them. Hang on.

And what about Wallace?

Dealt with. Good.

We must get the r6 tonight.

Some of that sample from the research centre

had first-level stabilisation.

If Kent's people perfect the technique,

the r6 will be useless to me.

What? Faint bleeping

louder bleeping

Reception weakens

A listening device.

But I think I can use the silencer on it.

That's not perfect, but it should do the trick.

Must be one of Beckett's people.

Beckett?

Specialists Kent called in.

Don't worry. I can handle them.

Machine bleeps

'yo! Something's wrong with this bug ros gave me.

'I'm telling you, I can't pick up a thing.'

there we go!

Millennium metals is now
about as safe as I can make it!

Ed says he's still not getting anything.

You're joking?! I checked that bug myself.

Ed, you'd better try another one.

'Ed, I can't believe that bug's
ng. It must be something else.'

whatever it is, I'm going for it.

I'm in.

This is one weird place.

I've put in an additional six external

and eight internal cameras,

heat detectors and motion
detectors on random intervals

on this floor and the one above.

And the floor below?

Funny, Beckett! There isn't one! He chuckles

now, the vault door has
been automatically electrified.

Any unauthorised persons get
in here and try to open it... nasty.

Well, that's about it.

Even the pink panther would find
it virtually impossible to get in here

and steal the r6 now.

I'd say he'd find it completely impossible.

Thank you, Beckett.

Cos there's no r6 in here to steal!

What's so special about this r6?

Quite simply, r6 is unique.

I guess you've done a nice little
deal with some foreign terrorists.

You talk too much. I'll
show you how special r6 is.

Well, next time, check
the stuff's in the room first.

No sign of vermeer? Absolutely nothing.

He told his staff that you gave orders

for all the r6 to be moved to a safer place.

Completely untrue!

Of course, but all the r6

has been loaded onto a lorry and driven away.

By vermeer himself?

No, he took one of the guards with him.

I trusted him!

Just tell me one thing, Kent,

do you think he's working with
charlesworth and da silva on this?

Unlikely, he and charlesworth detest each other.

Popular stuff, this r6!

This is against all regulations, mr vermeer, sir.

Stopping like this.

I wrote the regulations! Yes, sir.

But one of us should stay with the truck.

Of course. I will.

Here, get whatever you fancy. Thanks you, sir.

Hey! Mr vermeer!

R6...

More discreet than semtex.

More powerful than Nitroglycerin.

Self-detonating.

There's more than enough here to kill you.

You don't say (!)

Whispers: I'd whisper if I were
you. Your voice could set it off.

There you have a movement detector.

This was linked to a sound generator.

If you break the beam...

Shh! Ros: 'Ed? Ed, where are you?'

listen! 'Come in!'

someone's trying to contact him.

'Ed, look. I can't hear you,
but I assume you can hear me.'

vermeer's seems to have tricked everybody.

He's disappeared with all
the r6 and made a run for it.

We're looking for him now.
Try to get back in touch.'

vermeer!

He's stolen the r6!

You told me vermeer did
exactly what the government said.

You told me he was above reproach.

Unbribable, you said. I know, I know!

'Beckett, have you managed
to get into traffic control?'

yeah, well, I don't think I've ever used

the words "national interest" quite so much!

I'll be owing favours till I'm 60.

'But you've got what we need?'

yeah, I've got what you need.

Let's just hope it helps us find vermeer.

'With the r6 being so unstable,
he should be taking it gently.'

pull yourself together.

I spent months perfecting
the silencer technology.

I'm not giving up now.

He refused to let me market it!
And now he's stolen my invention!

I thought r6 was a mistake.

An experiment that went wrong.

You screwed up over vermeer!

But this man's friend should lead us to him.

Pick up the headphones and let's go.

If you break the beams,
the generator will produce

the exact resonant frequency of this piece of r6.

That tone will be the last thing
you hear, unless you hear the phone!

I set the answer-machine to play the same tone.

Insurance if you like.

Come on! Anyone could phone!
A wrong number or anything!

Yeah. Good, isn't it?

You'd better hope your friends don't try to ring!

So long!

And remember, don't break those beams!

We're following the road from vermeer's house,

but there's no sign of him so far.

'No, he hasn't shown up here either.'

I reckon he might head for the coast.

Somehow I don't think r6 and
aeroplanes are exactly compatible.

Hang on, ros. There's a report just come in here.

Vermeer's lorry's been stolen
from outside a snack bar.

I've got him! He's in a roundabout.

He's coming up to junction 8.

'I think he's going to turn off.

'Yep, there he goes. He's
taking the a road south-east.'

'ok, that is the coast road.

'We'll call you as soon as we spot him.'

got that? Mm-hm. Let's go!

Shouldn't take long.

Beckett, ask them to patch
me into their system and give me

a live feed of their video.

And, you, take to the road.

There he is!

Camera position - 22 bravo.

We're almost there. Can you get me down closer?

We've got him. He's still on the same road.

You were right about him not being in any hurry.

Good. I'm not far behind.

'Still going south-east. No sign of turning off.'

this is just typical of vermeer!

First he stole my invention and fired me...

Now he's nicked my plan to
exploit the r6 as an explosive.

It's just business. That's all.

If it's just business, then why
did we leave that bloke to die?

We've got no quarrel with him.

The arms trade is no place for the weak-hearted.

I just want to make money out of my invention.

I don't want to kill people.

He's taking the second exit.

You were nearly right about the coast, Beckett.

I think he's heading for the river.

Ah, the river. I know where he's going!

He's got a boat down here!

We don't need the helicopter to guide us.

I know a quicker way.

Ros... See if you can get a bug on board.

Can you take us down lower?

Gotcha!

Ok, Beckett, there's a bug on board.

We'll pull back so as not to frighten them.

You get in as close as you can. 'Ok.'

regular bleeping excellent.

I've got the signal loud and clear.

Any sign of ed?

'No, I'm getting worried about him.'

don't worry about him!

He's probably got his feet up somewhere!

Charlesworth! I might've guessed!

I knew it was you, trying to steal my product!

Had to get someone to help you, I see.

It's my product! My invention!

The government's, actually. We
worked under licence, remember?

So, why are you stealing it?
Same as you. To make money.

Charlesworth, I'm better at
making money than you are.

You wouldn't even let me try!

We'd both be in jail now if you'd had your way.

But we could share it. We
could both share the money.

I don't think so.

'I can see you and the
truck so swing to the left.

'It's parked by the river next to a boat.

'We're coming in to land.'

Drone of helicopter

Mr Beckett! We meet again!

Shall we wait for your friends to join us?

Oh, Beckett, well d...! Yeah (!)

You really have done very well so far,

but I'm afraid you go no further.

I've got buyers lined up for this material.

And they're not the sort of
people you can disappoint.

I don't want to seem obvious,
but what makes you think

we won't try and stop you? Ros, I...

Your colleague is currently

languishing in a cellar unable to move.

Near him is a quantity
of r6 just ready to explode

when the correct tone is played
from the telephone answer-machine.

Unless you help us get away safely,

I'll have no hesitation in dialling
the number and blowing him up.

It's a bluff. No, it's not. He means it.

Yeah, that's Ed's headset, but
how do we know the rest is true?

I assure you it is. He killed vermeer.

He'll kill your friend. You
getting squeamish, eh?

You wanted to make money out of an explosive.

Explosives kill people!

But vermeer is dead. I
could take over the company.

Sell the r6 legitimately. Don't be stupid!

The number is...

Zero... eight... one...

Six... four...

Three... three...

One... nine... one.

I only have to press the "send" button,

and it'll connect the call.

Now... do as I say.

Load the r6 into the other car.

What about ed?

You want to speak to him?

Let's call him!

No! For god's sake!

Phone rings

Gunshot

phone still ringing

answer-machine: 'Ah-ha! Hard luck, ed!

'Sadly for you, someone wants to leave a message.

'So here, as promised, is
the tone r6 loves to hear.

'Unfortunately, you may not
be around long enough to hear it.

Goodbye, ed!' High-pitched bleep

There's nothing.

I'm sorry about your friend.
I didn't mean any... sorry?!

He's sorry?! Well, you ain't
as sorry as you're gonna be!

Charlesworth groans, faint ringing

hello. 'Howdy.'

it's me. Listen, I hope I
haven't missed all the fun.

I've been a little tied up!

Ros, it's for you.

Hello?

'Hi, I think someone left the gas on here!'

aren't you the lucky boy, then?

You can't keep a good man down.

Here. This is for all of you.

Don't worry, it's not r6. It's silver.

A little memento in addition to your fee.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

What about the r6? Did you
manage to find a way of stabilising it?

No, the programme has been abandoned.

It's probably a good thing. It's dangerous stuff.

Now, let me tell you,

it required considerable
skill to get out of that cellar.

In fact, it kind of reminded
me of trying to set a new line

across that buttress of Ben
Nevis. You know the one.

Now, it's four pictures of mega-dangerous stuff.

The crux, of course, is a
small crack across an overhang.

What are you going to do? I
don't know what you're gonna do.

I tell you what, you can't
fix any protection anywhere,

you're 500ft above the ground,
you're hanging there like a sloth...

Silence

don't you just love the sound of silence?

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