All language subtitles for TheFamousFiveS01E02

George.

George!

Anne?

Anne.

Anne!

Wake up, Anne.

You missed breakfast.

We've got class today.

Are you all right?

I had a really weird dream.

At least

I think it was a dream.

Is Mr Roland here?

He'll be here in ten minutes
so you'd better get up.

Eurgh, another day listening
to the most boring man on Earth

warbling on about some
Victorian history.

I thought he made some
pretty stimulating points

on the division of lab our.
- This is ridiculous!

It's the summer holidays, you
guys have been here three weeks,

and we haven't even
gone camping yet.

Maybe we should just sneak off.

We can't, George, your
parents would kill us.

They wouldn't even notice.
And it's not like your parents

would care, they went
on holiday without you.

They work for the
British Government.

They went to spy on
the King of Egypt.

They're not spies, Dick.

And we're not running away.

We're going to class.

Ugh!

The Corn Laws of 1815

proved to be deeply divisive.

Introduced by Lord Liverpool,

they placed tariffs on cereal
grains from other countries

such as maize and wheat in
favour of domestic agriculture.

These restrictions confirmed
a deep division between

the land-owning class
in the countryside

and the merchants and
manufacturers based in the towns.

The effect was to
hamper economic growth

and... - Hey!
- ..to depress...

What was that for?

Subsequently

the cost of grain rose to
80 shillings a quarter.

This

is confiscated.

Why?

I will not have students wielding
an offensive weapon in class.

It's a ruler, sir.

Hardly an offensive weapon.

That rather depends
on who's wielding it.

What do I do if I need
to draw a straight line?

You, you...

BARKING

Bad dog!

Sit, please.

He isn't a bad dog, he just
doesn't like your tone.

That animal is evidently a
disruptive influence. Please move

him to the other side of the room
where he can't be a distraction.

Either that, or you can remove
him from the classroom altogether.

Mum said it was OK
for Timmy to be here.

On the proviso that he doesn't
interfere with your studies.

I am the one who decides whether
his presence is a distraction

and I would like you to move him
to the other side of the room.

Fine!

Come here, Timmy.

Thank you.

Come here, come here.

Good boy.

You shouldn't take it out on
Timmy. He didn't do anything wrong.

Maybe not, but now
you're being impertinent.

Please return to
your seat, Georgina.

That's not my name.

I said sit down!

What on earth is
going on in here?

I have a deadline and I can't
concentrate with all this noise.

Are you OK?
- She threw a rubber at Anne.

- I was trying to help!
- That's not exactly true.

I'm sorry, I can't be an accomplice
in you disobeying your tutor.

The whole reason we enlisted.

Mr Roland is to keep
you kids out of trouble.

CLOCK CHIMES

Well, that's all for today.

All right, children,
tea is ready.

And after that, your uncle
will be making a presentation.

He's making progress then?

Well, we live in hope.

Now, essentially what you're
looking at is a portable brain.

A machine that's capable
of translating a problem

potentially any problem
- into a solution.

Now, its applications
are limitless,

but for its maiden voyage

I'd like ask one of you to ask it
a simple mathematical question.

What's the square
root of minus one?

Good one.

Let's give it a try.

WHIRRING

Is it supposed to...?

Dad, I think you
might want to...

Er, I might, I might just erm...

That's certainly not what
I learnt in maths club.

No, no!

No! No, no...

I know it didn't work,

but it almost did.

It will, it will.

I think Uncle Quentin's gone
back to the drawing board.

It's OK if you were scared.

I think we all were.

I wasn't scared of
that stupid machine.

What's wrong then?

Are you missing Mum and Dad?

It's not that.

What is it then?

You wouldn't believe me.

I think the house is haunted.

I never said it was
definitely a ghost.

It could have been... a spectre.

Or.

A ghoul?

I'm sure it's nothing
to worry about.

Most so-called paranormal activity
can be explained by science.

Maybe you should tell
them what you saw.

It wasn't just what I saw.

It was what I heard as well.

This kind of
rattling, like chains.

And scraping.

Three nights in a row.

And then, last night.

I was at the top of the stairs

and I saw this

thing.

What kind of thing?

It walked across
the lower landing

and then it was gone.

Things don't just vanish.

It's scientifically impossible.

The point is

we don't know what
it is that Anne saw.

And the only way we're
going to figure it out

is by getting proof.

And how are we going to do that?

We're going to stay up.

All

night.

If it was a ghost,

who do you think it might be?

Maybe Granny or Grandpa?

What about Auntie Annie?

Or maybe the ghost of some
pirates that lived here

hundreds of years ago.

BARKING

What is it, Timmy?

Is there something there?

Rats maybe?

That's not rats.

Hello?

Is anyone there?

BARKING

Hey, wait! Hey!

TIMMY WHINES

What was that?
- I don't know, but it was definitely human

and now it's in the living room.

There's nobody here.

Oh, that's not possible. People
can't just walk through walls.

You know who can
walk through walls?

Ghosts.

- Anne.
- It wasn't a ghost.

It was a real person and they
were standing right here.

Well, they're not here now.

How does an intruder who's
definitely not a ghost just vanish?

TIMMY WHINES

The repeal of the Corn Laws
in 1846 caused a major rift

within the Conservative Party

and ultimately led to the, er,

end of Robert Peel's
tenure as Prime Minister.

It was a result of the pressure
applied by the activities

of the Anti-Corn Law
League that was...

QUENTIN: Yes! Yes!

BARKING

QUENTIN: It works, it works!

He must have fixed it.

I don't see why he's
so excited about it.

It's only a machine.

Television's a machine.

You like television.

If he'd invented television,
then I'd be excited.

I think we might wrap things
up a few minutes early today

since you've all
been so attentive.

Have a pleasant afternoon,
and I'll see you tomorrow.

DOOR CLOSES

Mr Roland's definitely
up to something.

What are you talking
about? He's our tutor.

It's the perfect cover to try and
steal the machine. My parents had

never met him a couple of
weeks ago, he could be anyone.

That's pure speculation.

You haven't got a single
fact to back it up.

The last time we saw the intruder
he stepped into this room.

We need to focus on where he went.
- I say we start with the chimney.

That's how Father
Christmas does it.

But wouldn't we have seen soot?

He probably entered and exited
through one of these windows.

Simple.

I thought they
didn't open properly.

Good boy.

- There's a gap.
- I'm sorry, but there's no way

a non-ghost could fit
through a gap that small.

That's why I said the fireplace.

TIMMY WHINES

Look at this.

I distinctly remember placing this
basket right next to the clock,

but it's moved, which
is weird enough,

but look at these scuff marks...

They seem to come from
beneath the clock.

Exactly.

As if the clock has been
pushed aside perhaps.

Help me.

How do we open it?

Your uncle's had a
bit of a breakthrough.

After six years of false starts.

- I'm going to crack open some cider.
- Oh, yes.

Maybe a couple of bottles
of ginger beer as well.

Congratulations, Uncle Quentin.

We'll join you in a bit.

Thank you.

We could try turning
the hands back.

Maybe it only opens at midnight.

Worth a try.

Wait a minute.

Keep going.

Hmm.

The weights aren't moving.

CLOCK TICKS

WHIRRING

Maybe we should tell
your parents first.

Not happening. Pass me a torch.

TIMMY BARKS

Are you guys coming?

We need to check this out.

How long does it go on for?

Let's find out.

Does anyone know the fatality
rate for mining accidents?

Why would anyone know that?

Don't know, just thought it'd
be something useful to know.

The less time we're down here,

the less time the roof
has to fall on our heads.

That's actually a
pretty good point.

Who would want to build
this in the first place?

My theory - it's an
old smugglers' tunnel

from the 18th century,
possibly earlier.

How come no-one
knew it was here?

It's hardly something you put
on the deeds of your house

when you come to sell it.

Where do you think
it's taking us?

Looks like we're
about to find out.

Who lives down there?

It's a local guesthouse.

It's just been taken
over by Mrs Sassoon.

She rents them out to
walkers and holiday-makers.

You'll never guess
who's staying there.

That's the owner.

She can't be the
intruder, can she?

She's not.

How do you know?

Because it's one of her guests.

Mr Roland.

I told you there was
something funny about him.

We have to tell your parents.

What are we going to say?

We show them the tunnel.
Tell them about the intruder.

They'll have to believe us.
- He'll talk his way out of it.

You've seen what he's like.

I say we confront him
right here, right now.

This is a really bad idea.

We're on to you, Mr Roland.

What on earth are
you doing here?

We know you've been trying
to steal my father's machine.

We stopped you last night, and
we'll stop you again if you try.

I'm sorry. Is this
some kind of joke?

We found a tunnel.

We've been through it, and it
led us straight here to you.

Would anyone like a biscuit?

You should be more careful about
who you let into your house.

Oh, I'm extremely
careful, I assure you.

If you don't want a biscuit, perhaps
you could leave my guest alone

so he can enjoy his tea.

I'd like a biscuit.

Sorry, Mrs Sassoon.

I seem to be the victim
of some sort of prank.

Or is it a game, perhaps?

It's no game, Mr Roland,

or whatever your real name is.

Come on, George. We should go.

Yes, that sounds
like a sensible idea.

Perhaps I should telephone
your mother and explain her

the misunderstanding.

What about the biscuits?

Of course. Take two.

It's all true, Mum.
You have to believe us.

Mr Roland's an impostor.

He's just pretending to be our tutor
when all he really wants to do is do

is steal Dad's machine.
Just come and look.

I'll show you the secret passage...
- Stop it, George!

I'm at a loss for words,

at you making up
outlandish stories

to make excuses
for your behaviour.

Insulting your tutor,
breaking into people's homes.

Technically, the door was open.

And you know full well

that your actions reflect
back on your father and me.

- I know, but if you just let...
- And dragging your cousins into it, too.

Do you know how embarrassing
it will be when I have to tell

Jack and Gillian?

You're not listening to me!

We were supposed to be celebrating
your father, and you ruined it.

We brought you some cake.

Can we come in?

Fine.

We were talking, and we agree.

Mr Roland seemed suspicious.

But without any evidence,
it's just that. A suspicion.

What does he even want from
Uncle Quentin's machine, anyway?

If he's invented a machine that
could do decimal arithmetic,

it could be worth a fortune.

Isn't that just an
electrical abacus?

An abacus is for simple sums.

His machine looks for
patterns in numbers.

It's a way to decode
everything in existence.

If it fell into the wrong
hands, it could change the world

as we know it.
- I still don't get it.

The point is, it's valuable.

And Mr Roland is clearly
willing to go to great lengths

to get his hands on it.

But the only way we're going to
stop him is by finding some evidence

so we can persuade
the adults to listen.

We need to catch him in the act.

Get proof. Undeniable proof.

Looks like it's going
to be another late one.

Treacle.
- Check.

- Feathers.
- Check.

- Marbles.
- Got it.

Torches off, Dick.

How am I supposed to read?

Maybe just... don't.

But I'm at a really
exciting bit.

This is exciting.

Well, what are we
supposed to do now?

Well, now we wait.

BIRDS CHIRP

OWL HOOTS

CLOCK TICKS

SCRAPING

TIMMY SIGHS

WHISPERS: - Oh, no. How
long have we been asleep?

- Dick, you were supposed to stay awake.
- I AM awake.

- Good, cos he's here.
- Did we...? - Shh.

That. That sounds
like the front door.

Quick, grab your things.

PULLEY WHEELS SQUEAK

Oh!

- Now!
- Get him!

Keep going!

- Julian, get the net on!
- I am!

TIMMY BARKS

- Get that animal away from me.
- It IS Mr Roland!

- What on earth do you think you're doing?
- Making citizen's arrests.

- We caught you red-handed.
- You have no idea.

Julian, you're a sensible boy...

Be warned, I am armed
and I'm dangerous!

What on earth is going on here?

- Mr Roland?
- Mrs Barnard, Professor, thank goodness.

There's been a terrible mistake.

ANNE: - What?

Come on, he's got the machine!

- What about Mr Roland?
- Leave him!

Quick, come on!

TIMMY BARKS

TIMMY BARKS

- This way, into the woods.
- Who are we chasing? - The intruder.

- I thought that was Mr Roland.
- So did we. - Come on, Julian!

- Wait!
- Mr Roland?

Sorry about the feathers.

The name's not
Roland, it's Keats.

Agent Keats.

- Which way did he go?
- This way.

TIMMY BARKS

Wait, he's headed for the
road. It's quicker this way.

Agent Keats!

George knows a short cut.

ENGINE STARTS

Down.

GUNSHOTS

Ah!

The British Government monitors all
kinds of technological innovations,

particularly ones that
could be dangerous

were they to fall
into enemy hands.

- So, that means you're a spy?
- Not exactly.

You'd better have a very good reason
for we a selling your way in here

and putting my family in danger.

I've been sent here to keep an
eye on your husband's progress

and requisition the device
if and when it was completed.

Steal it for yourself, you mean?

We have reason to believe

well

that war is on the horizon.

A world war. And your contraption
could be critical to the country's

counter-intelligence efforts.

Which means we must transport this
to a military facility in Scotland.

I'm sorry, "we"?

- Pack your things please, Professor.
- You've got some nerve. - Excuse me?

As if commandeering his life's
work isn't bad enough, you want him

to show you Neanderthals how to
warp it into some war machine?

And did you for one minute stop
to think about what happens to us?

She does make a good point.

My instructions were to bring
your husband and his device.

No provision was made
for women and children.

I don't care what your
instructions were.

Whoever these criminals are,
they're not going to just give up.

That was another
very good point.

What if they try again?

You can't just leave us here
like sitting ducks. No way.

Either we all go,
or none of us do.

That's non-negotiable,
I'm afraid.

Fine.

WHISPERS: - Does that mean
we're going to Scotland?

- Maybe.
- Yes!

But let me make something
absolutely clear

we are dealing with a
team of highly motivated,

ruthless enemy agents with
international connections,

who will stop at nothing
to get what they are after.

I may have wounded one of them,
but they will strike again.

If it was my wife,
and my children.

I would definitely
want them to stay here.

We appreciate your
concern, Agent Keats,

but if we're going to make
that Highland Sleeper,

we should probably get packing.

Very well.

TRAIN WHISTLE

MAN: The train departing
from platform two

is the sleeper
train to Aberdeen.

DICK: - Do you know our father?
- Excuse me?

Jack Barnard.
Special Intelligence.

Currently posted
in Cairo, I think.

- Never heard of him.
- Huh.

Fair enough.

Quentin?

Quentin Barnard?

Well, I'll be da...

It IS you!

Huh, of all the trains in all
the world, what are the chances

we'd be taking the same one?

- Do you know this man?
- Err, well, I...

Where are my manners?
Name's Maxwell.

Maxwell Endicott Jr.

We met at your presentation at
the Royal Society last year.

- Oh, I'm so sorry.
- Not at all.

Caused quite a stir, if you
don't mind me saying so.

Ruffled a few feathers.

But I, I was hooked
from the get-go.

Well, I'm sad to say that you were
very much in the minority that day.

We really must board this train.

Is that it? The Algebra Engine?

Listen, I'd be keener than ketchup
to talk to you about licensing...

You've made a terrible mistake.

Come along, Professor.
- Erm, excuse me.

TIMMY BARKS

TRAIN HORN

All aboard!

HORN

FANNY: - OK, great.

OUTSIDE: All aboard!

What do we think? Nice?

- Wood panelling.
- Uh-huh.

Ooh, nice pillows.

Tartan blankets.

So soft.

Well, we're two doors along, so
come through if you need anything.

- And try and stay out of trouble.
- We will. - We promise. - Mmm.

OUTSIDE: The train is ready
to depart, all aboard!

Excuse me, is this the
direction for the restaurant?

We booked a table, you see, only
we don't know which way it is.

Is it fore or aft?

Thanks very much.

Strange fellow.

Can't be easy, delivering
drinks when your arm's crook.

OUTSIDE: - The train
is ready to depart!

WHISTLE

I'm pretty sure he works
with Dad, by the way.

Agent Keats.

I had a word with him earlier.

- Dad isn't a spy, Dick.
- He really is, Julian.

And the fact that you don't realise
it just proves he's good at his job.

Looks like he's going to stand
guard out there all night.

Do you really think they might
try and steal it on the train?

He pretty much said they would.

Maybe we should have dinner in our
compartment then. Just in case.

But the a la carte menu's only
available in the restaurant.

It wouldn't hurt to have
a bit of a snoop around.

We got a better view of the
intruders than everyone else.

Agent Keats told us to stay put.

But Agent Keats also lied to us.

He let them slip right
through his fingers.

Plus, he's not much
use as a tutor either.

I don't see why we
should do what he says.

Your parents are hardly going to
let us loose in the restaurant.

Leave them to me.

First of all, dinner's included
for first-class ticket holders,

so it would be a waste not to.

Secondly, I just found out
that George hasn't been to

a restaurant for two years,
which is unbelievable.

We have fish and chips every
Thursday night, doesn't that count?

Fish and chips DEFINITELY
does not count.

Third and finally, Julian
left the picnic in the taxi.

Julian?

I'm sorry, Aunt Fanny.

Must have just...
slipped my mind.

Need I remind you of the
severity of the situation?

I'm sorry, what were
your orders again?

They made no provisions for
women and children. Apparently.

So maybe this
doesn't concern you.

We'll be impeccably
behaved, I promise.

And it's a first-class
establishment, after all.

And if you want us to stay out
of trouble then, technically,

the further we are from that
machine the better, surely?

What do you say, darling?

Might as well make
the most of it.

I strongly recommend
that they stay put.

Thankfully, there are limits to the
reach of your authority, Mr Keats.

Now, whilst my wife and I
will happily take dinner

in our compartment so that we
can keep an eye on things here,

if your department is generous
enough to provide a slap-up dinner

for the children, then I'm not
going to stand in their way.

- Yes!
- Thanks, Dad.

TIMMY BARKS

No dogs allowed.

What's wrong?

No dogs.

Says who?

Says me. I'm the head waiter and I
say no animals in the dining car.

Excuse me, waiter?

Vous peux faire une
exception cette fois, non?

Desole, madame, mais les
regles sont les regles.

What if the young lady

and her canine companion
were to sit with me?

I'll take full responsibility
for their behaviour.

Bien sur.

The rest of you, follow me.

Thank you very much.

Sabrina Grover, pleased
to make your acquaintance.

George.

George. I like it.

Do you think George is
going to be all right?

She'll be fine, she's got Timmy.

I wonder what the
soup of the day is.

I know you're getting handsomely
paid for this assignment,

but it's daylight
robbery if you ask me.

If this machine is as revolutionary
as it's purported to be,

it will pay for itself
in a matter of months.

Here you are, gentlemen.

You are extremely fortunate that
you ran into me when you did.

The Featherington 3000.

Far and away the best
type-writing machine in Europe.

Made out of lightweight,
cold-rolled steel,

its compact design features the
patent-pending soft space bar

and the smoothest carriage
return on the market.

Pretty nifty, isn't it?

What a remarkable
piece of engineering.

Can't you just imagine us
sitting by the side of the loch?

You with your pipe, me
drawing Nessie to the surface

with the gentle
click-clack of the keys?

Why would you go abroad when you've
got Scotland on your doorstep?

That's why we're going
Inverness, you see?

No messing around with
ferries or anything like that.

You close your eyes,
before you know it, bosh

you're in the Highlands.

- Barman.
- Yes, sir?

Can I get three
Coca Colas, please?

Send them to those
kids over there.

What about you?

What brings you this
side of the Atlantic?

Is it business or pleasure?

Big business, my friend.

The biggest business there is.

Ooh, tell me more. I love
a bit of business, me.

So...

The fish is supposed
to be really good.

It's a Dover sole, imported
fresh this morning.

- I'll have that then, thank you.
- Yes, mademoiselle.

What about your companion?

Erm, Timmy will be fine with a
couple of shortbread biscuits,

if you have them.
- Very good. - I like his style.

So, where are your
parents, George?

I mean, if you don't
mind my asking.

No, they decided to stay
in their compartment.

They let me do pretty
much whatever I want.

Mmm, very sensible of them.

My parents, they were
much more controlling.

That didn't end well.

Are you here on holiday?

More like a work
thing of my dad's.

Where are you going?

Well, I'm a firm believer that
the journey is more important

than the destination, so I'm going
to spend some time in the Highlands,

then I might take a
boat to the Hebrides.

Norway, Finland.

Who knows?

Don't you ever go home?

I don't have one.

Everything I own folds into
two neat little suitcases.

That's so cool.

So, what do you do for a living?

It's the 20th century, George.

You can do anything you want
and be whoever you want to be.

I think...

I think I like to consider
myself an adventurer.

That's what I want to be.

Best job there is.

Well, I must say it's
remarkably quiet.

You see? Look at
the young man go.

At £87, it's a snip.

A snip, I tell you.

Well, perhaps we can consider
it an early birthday present.

You won't regret it.
It works like a dream.

The little boy knows
what he's talking about.

£85, you say?

£87.

Hmm.

I suppose you take cheques?

Certainly. I'll
fetch you a receipt.

Where did you learn
to type like that?

Self-taught. I'm trying to get my
speed up to 50 words per minute

by the time I go to Oxford.

Well, keep it up and you
can make a good journalist,

like this venerable old hack.

I don't want to be a journalist.

I want to be a secret agent,
like my father. No offence.

Oh, I'm sorry, but we
didn't order these.

They were sent over by the
American gentleman at the bar.

I thought you might enjoy a
taste of the land of opportunity.

That's very kind of you, but
we couldn't possibly accept.

SLURP!

Sorry. It's really yummy.

Thanks.

I can understand your reluctance
to trust a stranger bearing gifts.

But I already met your dad, so,
technically, I'm not a stranger.

And the truth is, it all depends
on what type of gifts are on offer.

Professor Barnard isn't
our father, he's our uncle.

Uncle, father - you'd still
benefit though, wouldn't you,

if he suddenly became
a very wealthy man?

You see, I'm prepared to offer him
a life-changing amount of money.

I think our uncle made it pretty
clear he wasn't interested.

Yeah, but he didn't give me
a chance to hear my pitch

before his minder
got in the way.

All I'm looking for is the
opportunity to have a word with him.

Just cos you bought us drinks,

it doesn't mean we're going to
tell you which compartment he's in.

Mmm-hm.

Garcon!

You're young, I get that.

When you're a little
older, you'll realise

everyone has a price.

Take this note to
Professor Barnard.

I'm not sure what cabin he's in

but I'm pretty sure you can find out.
- Very well, sir.

Much obliged.

Well, enjoy your drinks, kids.

I'll be sure to catch up
with your uncle soon, huh?

At the risk of
stating the obvious,

that American seemed
deeply suspicious.

He's certainly got
motive and means.

And he's about to
have an opportunity.

Not as suspicious as
that waiter, though.

What waiter?

The one with the bandaged arm that
the American just handed a note to.

What?

He's got an injury in the exact spot
that Agent Keats shot the intruder.

Why didn't you tell us?

I just did.

LAUGHING: - And that's how I
learned never to leave home

without a good length of rope
and a half dozen hairpins.

Sorry to interrupt. We just need
to discuss something with George.

Urgently.
- Of course.

The intruder's on the
train, Anne saw him.

And he's headed for
the machine right now.

TIMMY BARKS

WOMAN: - Next time you want to
talk to that ghastly American,

I'll bring a book.

Impressive man, very impressive.

- Excuse me, sir, can I get through please?
- Hold your horses.

I'm sorry, sir, I
just need to get past.

Hey, you don't want to
start ordering me about.

You want to respect your elders.

Let them through, Roger,
they're only kids.

Thank you very much.

TIMMY BARKS

- Is that the...?
- Shh.

SNORING

Mama?

Mama, wake up.

- What's wrong with them?
- Drugged, probably.

Some kind of sedative
maybe? Barbiturates?

They'll be fine, just, you
know, unconscious for bit.

It must have been that waiter.

MEN STRUGGLE

GUNSHOT

That sounded like...

Agent Keats!

It's him!

Can't get the staff these days.

HE CHUCKLES

I just hope his drinks are better
than his skills in unarmed combat.

- Stop! - Wait!
- Don't do it! - No!

Your drink, it's
been tampered with.

I suddenly feel
terribly light-headed.

Oh, I am sorry.

- We should call the guard.
- No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no...

Trust no-one...

- But, sir, you're...
- You're good kids.

Protect the device...

The trolley!

We have a problem here.

It's gone. The machine, it's been...
- Stolen.

TIMMY WHIMPERS

TRAIN HORN

This is not good.

They're out for the count,
we're all on our own

and the device is missing.
A device that can apparently

threaten the security
of the whole country.

So what do we do now?

We do what Keats said.

We stay put and we wait until
one of the grown-ups wake up.

Except he didn't say that.

He told you to trust no-one
and to protect the device.

- It's already been stolen!
- So we get it back.

You said it yourself,
we're all that's left.

And in the wrong hands,
Dad's device is dangerous,

so we have to get it back.

Well, what do we do?

Run around and knock on everyone's
door and accuse them of theft?

We only need to
knock on one door.

The American?

I found this.

It's the note he
gave to the waiter.

"I insist you meet me tonight."

"Coach C, compartment six."

"If you don't come,
you'll regret it."

So, the waiter was
following Maxwell's orders?

They've probably been working
together this whole time.

He's definitely rich enough to
have set up the whole thing.

- And clearly obsessed with the machine.
- Maybe, but...

Whatever we do, we
need to do it quickly.

Next stop is
Hebburndale, at 11:24.

If the American gets off, the
device could disappear forever.

We're not going to
let that happen.

- Do we knock?
- No way.

Daddy? Is that you?

No.

We know you've got the machine.

What are you talking about?

You stole it.

The Algebra Engine's
been stolen?

Just give it back to us and
there won't be any trouble.

You think...?

Ha, you think I'd be
here licking my wounds

if I had Barnard's machine?

Ha!

I am a man of good standing,

not a thief.

- Maybe he's telling the truth.
- He's lying.

We saw the note you
sent with that waiter.

The one threatening Uncle
Quentin if he didn't sell.

- Threatening?
- You said if he didn't come and see you, he'd regret it.

Well, of course he'll regret it,

I could make us both
obscenely wealthy.

It wasn't meant as
a threat though.

In any case, I came straight here
after dinner to smoke my cigar.

And it's just been me and this Casa
San Coba Numero Four ever since.

Just look at this if
you don't believe me.

- Excuse me?
- This ain't no walking-around cigar.

Look at that ash - a sign of
premium, Cuban quality, that is.

Takes time to build it up.

Burns slow, holds the flavour.

Look here.

Took me the best part of the
past half-hour to build this up.

I wouldn't be able to leave the
compartment without dislodging it.

Much less steal a ground-breaking
piece of technology.

TRAIN LURCHES

- Hebburndale.
- The station.

HORN

WOMAN: - What we getting off
here for? It isn't our stop.

That's it, he's got it!

- What about the rest of my things?
- Petula, please! Can we just...?

Excuse me, that case.

It looks just like one we're missing.
- No, it doesn't.

What you doing? Get off.

- Little girl, you can't just take...
- This belongs to my father.

Give it back!

Julian!
- Sorry about this.

Get off! I found it first!

Finders keepers, it's mine!

Why don't you get
back on the train?

Go on!

What you doing, Roger?

You heard that American.

This thing's worth a fortune.

Yeah, but it isn't ours, is it?

Don't you know what this is?

This is the first piece of good
luck I've had my whole life.

What about me?

Give the suitcase back, sir.

GUN COCKS

Don't let its compact
size mislead you.

This is a .22 calibre Derringer
and it packs quite a punch.

There's a good chap.

Children?

GUARD: - All aboard!
- Go.

Next train will be
along soon enough.

HORN

So, we're due to stop
at Gleneagles at 5:25.

We should be able to get a
couple of police officers

to board the train then,

so they can keep an eye on things
for the rest of the journey.

Could I have a look?

- Yes.
- Thanks.

Until then, would you like
to return to your compartment

or would you rather stay here?

- Stay here.
- JULIAN: We should go back.

SABRINA: How about a reviving cup
of tea while you make up your mind?

Tea would be great.

Oh...

How did you know that calamity
of a couple were the thieves?

We didn't, really.

Not until we actually saw them getting off the train.
- Oh.

We thought whoever stole it
might try to make a run for it

first chance they could get.
- Smart girl.

Finders keepers.

That's what the man said.

The thief, he said he
found the Algebra Engine.

That's a weird thing for
a mastermind thief to say.

Well, it's certainly
not evoking mastermind.

He said something to his wife
about the American telling him

that it'd make him rich, but
that must mean that he found out

about Dad's device
today, on this train.

So, he couldn't have been working
with the waiter from the start.

The waiter had to be
working with someone.

So there must still be
another thief on the train.

Can I have a biscuit, please?

Of course. Take two.

Of course, take two.

Hey!

- No-one drink the tea.
- What are you talking about?

It's her. She's the thief.

And Mrs Sassoon,
from the guesthouse.

I knew I'd smelt
that perfume before.

Vol de Nuit, by
Jacques Guerlain.

I smelt it back in the
guesthouse in Dorset

and I can smell it again now.

You're quite the little
detectives, aren't you, uh?

I spent weeks setting up that
operation, researching the

smugglers' tunnel, purchasing
the guesthouse, biding my time.

I thought the Algebra
Engine was mine, but no.

I must admit, I was more
than a little frustrated with

your interference.

Still, once my colleague managed
to neutralise your parents

and the British agent, it wasn't too
hard for me to get what I wanted.

You're not keeping the device.

I wouldn't do that
if I were you.

We're leaving and we're
taking that with us.

We can do this the easy
way or the hard way.

Ah!

Hard way it is, then.

MAN CHATTING: - ..terrible
trouble getting a man out...

I hate to say it, but we're going
to run out of train pretty quickly.

- Any better ideas?
- Yeah, hide.

George!

George?

Are you here?

George?

Oh, hello, Timmy.

Who's a good boy, uh?

Who's a good boy?

I know you're in here, George.

You wouldn't leave Timmy behind.

Come out.

I just want to chat.

You don't care about talking,
you just want the Algebra Engine.

Ooh, la, la, la, la.

Put it down.

Why should I?

What do you even want it for?

I'm not the villain
here, George.

I'm a mere player in
a much bigger game.

You can't just run around lying

and stealing things that
don't belong to you.

Sweet boy, you just
described the British Empire.

TIMMY WHIMPERS

Smart girl.

Thank you, George.
This has been fun.

METALLIC CLANKING

SHE LAUGHS

QUIET BIRDSONG

Do you think anyone
knows we're missing?

Definitely.

The train will be
in Edinburgh now.

Aunt Fanny and Uncle
Quentin would have woken up.

Maybe they'll speak
to Agent Keats.

He knows what happened.

How much further?

Um, if we keep up our
current speed, maybe

close on to five
hours, give or take.

I can't walk for five hours!

I'm tired and hungry.

And I'm eight years old.

We're all tired and hungry.

I'm not. I'm angry!

She thinks she's so
important and different

and not exactly like
every other adult

that underestimates us
just cos we're not old.

We need a plan - something epic.

Something that will make her
regret lying and stealing.

And threatening Timmy.

Oh, just stop already! Please!

We can't just let
her get away with it.

Look around, George.

We're in the middle of nowhere.

She already has
gotten away with it.

Maybe if you'd...

What?

No, go on. Maybe if I'd... what?

Listened to me.

To Keats.

Maybe if we left with the
device when we had the chance,

we wouldn't be in this mess.

So you think it's all my fault?

See, why do you do that?

You act like you don't
care what people think,

but you do, just
like everyone else.

You want people to like you.

You wanted Sabrina to like
you, so you trusted her

even though Keats said
not to trust anyone,

and she took the advice,
and now I don't like you!

ENGINE APPROACHES - Look!

Are they goodies or baddies?

Goodies. Definitely.

Barnard children?

I'm Brigadier Hollingsbrooke.

Get in.

Where are you taking us?

To your parents at the new
special ops training...

No, that information is
highly classified, Private.

Yeah... Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.

All you need to know is
that you'll be staying

at the Cairngorms Garrison
at His Majesty's pleasure.

Come along.

What's your name?

Private Craig, miss.

Can I ask, are our aunt
and uncle all right?

I'm not supposed to say, miss,

but, yes, they are.

- And is Agent Keats with them?
- He certainly is.

Private Craig, do not give
her any more information.

OFFICER BARKS ORDERS

Right, follow me.

TIMMY BARKS

Timmy! Oh, thank God.

Oh, Mum, stop!

- Thank goodness you're OK.
- We lost the engine.

I'm sorry, Dad.

Doesn't matter. So
long as you're safe.

Lina Martine. Is that her?

We've been monitoring
her movements for years.

- Who have?
- Special Intelligence.

Well, not very
successfully, it seems.

What will she do
with my machine?

Sell it to the highest
bidder, presumably.

Which could be any one of a
number of hostile nations.

The Germans, most likely.

We've got to stop her.

I'm sorry, did
you say something?

The only "we" here is
the British Armed Forces.

We will be the ones to decide on
the appropriate course of action.

If my men hadn't wasted so much
time tracking you children down,

WE might have had a shot.

She'll be long gone by now.

Which is why Special Intelligence
have decided to concentrate

our efforts on helping you
construct a duplicate machine.

And by "Special Intelligence",
you mean my brother Jack.

I'm not at liberty to
discuss the chain of command.

Private Craig, can you please
escort the children to the barracks?

Give them whatever they want -
just keep them occupied and away.

It's irrelevant anyway. The
whole thing is impossible.

You'll be given whatever
resources you need

and, of course, free rein
of the laboratory here.

It would take months.

Even then, there's no guarantee.

In all likelihood, your machine
is halfway to Berlin by now.

A war is coming, Professor.

And we cannot allow the Germans
any technological advantage.

So I'm sorry if it
sounded like a request,

because it isn't.

You will build a new Algebra
Engine and you will remain here,

under the supervision of
Brigadier Hollingsbrooke,

until it's complete.

You can do it, darling.

You've done it before

you can do it again.

OFFICER BARKS ORDERS

The Major said that we were
"guests at His Majesty's pleasure".

But I doubt that His Majesty

would be particularly
pleased with this slop.

He's a Brigadier, not a Major.

Even a Brigadier should be
able to put together a meal

that comes with some
kind of pudding.

Whatever.

No matter how bad things get,

they're always better
with plum pudding.

I'm sorry, George.

Obviously I do like you.

I'm sorry too.

You were right - I should
have listened to you.

Instead, I trusted Sabrina.
Now we're stuck in this place.

And Dad has to build
a whole new engine.

It's not your fault.

You were right about
a lot of things.

You're the reason we recovered
the device twice before.

And maybe you can do it again.

We do make a pretty good
team when we work together.

We've got nothing
to go on, though.

We've got this.

Sabrina's timetable.

Look at the numbers
scribbled on the corner.

Maybe they're...
measurements for her tailor?

That doesn't make any sense.
Maybe it's a telephone number.

There are too many numbers.

I know what it is - it's a
short-wave radio frequency.

It's how I listen to the Test.

Maybe... maybe that's how she
receives her instructions.

Only one way to find out.

Private Craig?
- Er...

GARBLED RADIO CHATTER
THROUGH HEADPHONES

MORSE CODE BEEPS

- Is it working?
- Shh!

MORSE CODE CONTINUES AND LOOPS

MORSE CODE PLAYS OVER SPEAKER

What is that?

It's Morse code
recorded on a loop.

It says today's date.

Loch Ness

goose and

cuckoo.

..1800.

Loch Ness must be
the meeting point.

And 1800 is six
o'clock this evening.

What about the goose
and the cuckoo?

What have they got to do with anything?
- Don't know.

But we have less than
two hours to find out.

Loch Ness is miles away. We'd
never make it, even if we ran.

Private Craig...?

PRIVATE CRAIG: Do you really think
you'll catch a glimpse of Nessie?

- Almost certainly, Private Craig.
- There's been a spate of sightings,

ever since that picture was
published in the papers last week.

That photograph has
been widely discredited.

It could just as easily
have been an upturned boat.

JULIAN: But WE believe
it's real, don't we?

Well, you won't get a better
view of the Loch Ness Monster

than from up here.

Thank you, Private Craig.

Can we borrow your
binoculars, please?

Yes, of course.

Less than an hour.

Loch Ness, 1800.

But no geese... or cuckoos.

Wait a minute.

You can stay here, Private Craig

keep your eyes peeled
for the monster.

We're going to the pub.

That's funn... Er...

Thank you. Um...

Er... fine. The pub.

No kids allowed!

Unless you're looking
to purchase a souvenir?

I've got Nessie
hats, Nessie scarves,

Nessie doilies - very popular.

No, thank you.

We're actually looking
for one of your guests.

Her name is Sabrina Grover.

Or Mrs Sassoon.

Possibly Lina Martine.

Got a lot of names, this
lady you're looking for.

Well, I call her
Mummy. I've lost her.

And if you don't help me
find her, I'll scream.

We'll happily buy a scarf.

Each?

Julian.

COINS JINGLE

I'm sorry,

but I can't possibly disclose the
personal details of my guests,

whether close family
members or not.

Oh, come on. You've
got time for one.

Something to warm us up.

Fine. One pint of mild, and
then I'm heading up to write.

You're obsessed with
that typewriter,

and you can't drink
mild in the Highlands.

I'll get us a
couple of whiskies.

Ah! Hello, young sirs.

Didn't expect to see you here.

We're looking for the
lady from the train.

You know the one - walks into
every room like she owns it.

Extraordinarily well-dressed.

Oh, you mean the one who was
rather outlandishly dressed

in the periwinkle getup.

It was peacock blue,
as a matter of fact.

A wonderfully stylish
woman like her

wouldn't be seen dead in
an establishment like this.

Now, that's how
wrong you can be.

You see, while you've been bashing
on that new typewriter of yours

morning, noon and night,

she was staying in the room
next door to us all along.

Not that she's there any more.

Do you have any idea
where she's gone?

Well, she was standing,
looking rather forlorn,

at the end of the pier
last time I saw her.

Probably looking out for
Nessie, no doubt. Huh?

Was she carrying anything,
like a large case?

I recall a fox-fur stole.

No case though.
- Right.

Now, whisky.

Well...

And, no, no ice. It's insulting.

If you insist, you can
have it with water.

We haven't got long. How
much money have you got?

A couple of pounds.
What do you want it for?

- Souvenirs.
- But we've already got souvenirs.

I'm aware of that. I'm going
to need you to order some more.

COINS CLINK

Thank you.

You know, I really
like my scarf. A lot.

But what I want more than
anything is another one in mauve.

Might have some purple
wool in the back.

Sounds perfect.

All right. Stay there.

SHE SIGHS

WATER RUSHES

That's not a monster.

Your country's reputation
for good timekeeping

is clearly well-deserved.

I only hope you will be able
to match such efficiency.

Of course. I trust you
had a pleasant trip.

Ha! U-boat conditions
are hardly pleasant,

and navigating our
way from the Atlantic

was no small feat.

But I hope we will be
able to provide you

with a level of... comfort
on your trip back to Germany.

Key?

Are we going to
get away with this?

Let's find out.

TIMMY BARKS

Something wrong?

Nothing I can't handle.

STAIRS CREAK

SHE CHUCKLES

You really don't know
when to give up, do you?

HE TOASTS IN GERMAN

Et voila.

The device, gentlemen.

Hand it over, George.

Allez.

At least tell me why.

You said you could be anyone.
Why be one of the bad guys?

DOOR OPENS

Do you have a telephone?

I need to make a
call most urgently.

We have a telephone,
yes, indeed.

Can you tell the operator to put me
through to Brigadier Hollingsbrooke

at the Cairngorm Garrison?

Could I have a
quiet word, Private?

Not right now. I've just seen a
U-boat in the middle of the loch.

GUN COCKS.
- Perhaps you could've been mistaken.

Oh...

Listen to the lady.

You've obviously made a mistake.

Putting you through now.

- OVER PHONE: - Hello?
- I suppose I... - Private Craig?

It could have been a trick
of the light or something.

Speak up, for pity's sake!

Is there some kind
of problem here?

GENE: - Frank, for
goodness' sake, be careful.

I'll have you know that I'm a
member of the Territorial Army.

And if you're taking this
here private prisoner

then you're going to have to
make a prisoner out of me, too.

There'll be no
shooting in my pub

unless I'm the one doin' it!

TIMMY WHIMPERS

OVER PHONE: - Private Craig?
What the devil's going on?

Sorry to disturb you, sir.

We've got something of a situation.
- A situation?

Maybe you should put the
phone down, Private Craig.

What kind of situation?

PHONE RECEIVER CLICKS

Now, why doesn't everyone
put their weapons down, too?

She's right.

Maybe we should let them
go before anyone gets hurt.

SABRINA LAUGHS

Oh, you really are quite
remarkable, George.

Why don't you come with us?
- That wasn't part of the deal.

Just to see us off at
the end of the pier,

to make sure no-one here decides
to do something they might regret.

It's fine.

I'll go.

TIMMY BARKS

WATER LAPS GENTLY

You never answered my question.

What was so wrong with Lina Martine
that you're choosing to be... this?

Lina Martine.

Lina Martine was trained
by British Intelligence.

She was excited to work for an
organisation who... who told her,

who tell themselves, that
they're the good guys.

What changed?

Why choose the bad side?

I learned the truth.

It's not as simple as
good guys and bad guys

nobody is the villain of
their own story, George.

Everyone has their reasons of
great ideas, of self-importance

of righteousness.

The simple fact is
everyone, every one of them,

is just in it for themselves.

I didn't pick a side.

I just realised that if I don't
look out for me, who will?

Seems like you did pick a side.

Helping bad people do bad
things makes you bad, too.

It seems simple to me.

If I didn't get them the device,
they'd just send someone else,

and someone else after that.

You're an extraordinary
person, George,

and I'm an extraordinary shot.

You will stay here
until we're safely away

won't you?

- What the devil was all that about?
- PRIVATE CRAIG: Sorry, sir.

Where's my daughter?
Where's George?

TIMMY BARKS

- George!
- Timmy!

George!

Who's a good boy?

About the device...
- Never mind about the device.

There's no U-boat. What
are you talking about?

You just missed it.

Do you think this is
some kind of joke, child?

I thank you not to talk
to my daughter that way.

What happened to the engine?

You mean this engine?

I thought...
- You weren't the only one.

I wasn't sure it
was going to work.

Neither was I.

UNCLE QUENTIN CHUCKLES

I'm not saying I condone
taking those types of risks,

but swapping out the
typewriter for the device,

deliberately getting caught to make
her feel like she's in control?

It's a clever plan.

Dangerous, so don't you ever
scare me like that again.

LAUGHING: - But... clever!

Oh.

All's well that ends well, eh?

Thanks to these
remarkable children.

I assume we're free to go,
now that you have my machine.

We could use a mind like
yours in our division.

Well, that's my brother's
world, not mine.

I'd rather be home
with my family.

Suit yourself. Private Craig!

Sir.

Hmph. Hold this.

You understand that this is now

the government's proprietary
technology, right?

You are not to make a
replica of this device.

Scout's honour.

Very well.

What exactly is "haggis,
neeps and tatties"?

Ah. Turnips is neeps,

and haggis is made
from sh... Hmm.

Sheep's stomachs with other
sheep organs stuffed inside.

Please tell me he's lying.

- BOTH: - He's not lying.
- Hmm.

THEY LAUGH

Why send a U-boat to
steal a typewriter?

I mean, it was good,
but it wasn't that good.

The whole thing's
absurd, if you ask me.

By the way, Dad, you might owe that
man some money for his typewriter.

What?!

How much was it?
- Only £87.

Wha...? How much?!

Hang on a second...

THEY ALL TALK AT ONCE

WATER SPLASHES