Sapphire & Steel (1979–1982): Season 1, Episode 9 - Assignment Two: Part 3 - full transcript
After Sapphire narrowly saves Steel from meeting the same fate as the doomed fighter pilot, Steel becomes determined to figure out why the ghosts are being recruited at the station. Since the ghosts have such strong emotions, Stee...
(Whistling Pack Up Your Troubles
In Your Old Kitbag)
(Engine roaring, gunfire)
(Explosion)
(Plane plummeting)
(Engine racing)
(High-pitched buzzing)
'All irregularities will be handled
'by the forces controlling
each dimension.
'Transuranic heavy elements
may not be used where there is life.
'Medium atomic weights are available.
'Gold, Lead,
'Copper,
'Jet, Diamond, Radium,
'Sapphire, Silver and Steel.
'Sapphire and Steel
have been assigned.'
(Tully) What's wrong?
Will you please tell me what's wrong?
Will you please tell me what's wrong?
It's Steel.
- Look!
- Ignore them.
I said ignore them, Mr Tully.
Stay with me.
Yes, but the flowers are...
(Whistling)
We must ignore that, too, for now.
- (Whistling continues)
- Steel?
It seems to be everywhere.
Yes, I know. Steel.
All I want is a chance
to try and talk to him.
The soldier...
You will get your chance
but not just now.
'Steel?
'Tell me, Steel,
try to tell me what's happened.'
(Tully) What are you doing?
(Words ring with a hollow echo)
There's nothing there.
- Listen.
- I heard that.
- Like being in a room underground.
- Or under the sea.
Yes.
(No longer echoing) Under the sea.
We're back to normal.
I'll go in there first, please.
You just keep behind me, right?
Is he asleep? Or what? Is he ill?
- Mr Tully?
- Yes, can I help?
Would you check
the other rooms on this floor?
Make sure
there's nothing strange in them.
Leave it to me.
- If you get worried...
- I'll shout.
Fine.
'Steel.'
(Steel's voice) Take it back,
Sapphire. Take time back.
- But hurry.
- Yes, Steel.
- It's all right out there.
- Stay there. He's unconscious.
- Well, let me...
- I know what to do. Just stay there.
- All right.
- (Steel) 'Quickly. Take time back.'
- 'With Tully here? '
- 'You'll have to.
'You must get me back. Quickly.'
'Take my hand, then.
'Keep me here.'
I'll go in there first, please.
You just keep behind me, right?
Quickly... quickly.
Quickly, or I'm as dead as he is.
Please tell me what's wrong.
(Engine racing)
(Gunfire)
(Plane plummeting)
(Engine fading)
I'll go in there first, please.
You just keep behind me, right?
Yes?
- We've been looking for you.
- Why?
Because, er...
Yes, why? Wasn't I supposed to
be checking the rooms on this floor?
Yes.
Making sure there's nothing strange.
- That's right.
- Yes, leave it to me.
- Remember?
- I'm not sure.
Remember now?
- (Engine racing)
- Yes.
(Yells)
It was a death. Someone's death.
Yes, it was your turn
to experience it.
Who was sitting there? The soldier?
No, it was someone else.
Another arrival. A new recruit.
What did he look like?
He was young.
He was wearing flying clothes.
- What time period?
- They're Second World War.
- There were no connections to here.
- None at all?
Not during his life.
None that I could sense.
And how close did I come
to joining him in his last flight?
Almost as near as the real thing.
Yes?
Well, I've had enough
of ghosts waging war on us.
It's time we fought back.
- It's all all right out there.
- Lights.
Hmm?
- Lights are for the living.
- What?
- Darkness is for the dead, right?
- Well, er...
It's time we got
some of these working.
- You'll be lucky.
- I should think so, yes.
- The lights haven't worked in years.
- So?
So how do you expect
to get them to work?
- (Tully) Light it?
- Yes.
How on earth
do you expect me to light that?
With a match.
Come on, up you get.
Will you get up and light it?
- But they're obsolete.
- You should know about obsolescence.
- I beg your pardon?
- Just light it.
What about all the other lamps?
- They're waiting to be lit.
- "They're waiting to be lit"!
Beautiful.
One, two, three, four, five.
One, two, three, four, five.
- One, two, three, four, five...
- It's not happening now.
- When it was did you sense anything?
- Not really.
- No responses?
- It didn't last for very long.
Did you sense anything
that was once human?
There wasn't enough time.
One, two, three, four...
So there was only a change
in the quality of the sound?
Yes.
You think it came
from a submarine?
From a compartment
in that submarine, yes.
(Tully) 'I want to help you.'
- (Machinery humming)
- That?
Not as much, not nearly as much.
- (Humming and clanking)
- What about that?
No, I didn't hear that.
You didn't hear that
or the electric generator.
No.
(Rewinding)
'The air... not enough air.'
There are three of them
and one's unconscious.
(Man on tape, panting) How deep?
- Young voices.
- 'The bottom? '
Voices of young sailors.
'No pumps working
and we're at the bottom.'
I think...
I think that what Tully and I
experienced was later than that -
when the electrical supply
to the submarine had failed.
The men were already dead?
Well, there was no air left
for them to breathe.
They were all young - the soldier,
the pilot, the men in the submarine.
But young men die in war,
it's accepted,
so they can't be using that.
- Maybe they...
- But they're still here.
It's supplying them with power.
It's letting them use after-images
of their own deaths to fight us.
Therefore, each one has
his own death, his own resentment.
- Maybe they're working as a group.
- Collective grievances?
The soldier acting as head man.
- A spokesman?
- Yes.
Yeah, maybe.
A spokesman
usually wants to negotiate...
and he hasn't asked
for anything from us.
Not yet.
Just before I took that crash-dive,
he was keeping things cheerful
by whistling that tune of his.
- There was something on the window.
- 11.
Yes.
"The Great War ended
with suspension of hostilities
"on the 11th hour
of the 11th day of the 11th month."
- There were four elevens.
- I know.
So, do ghosts make mistakes
with their arithmetic
or has this ghost
made another kind of mistake?
Wouldn't you say
he feels sorry for himself?
Why?
Showing you the women
that sent him to war,
haunting the place
that gave him the sendoff.
The date of a ceasefire he never saw.
He's a ghost with feelings.
It's almost as if
he's asking for sympathy.
I think whatever it is
made a bad choice in him.
Don't be too sure.
A ghost with feelings.
- I'm gonna bring those feelings out.
- What?
Stay there. Watch from the window,
watch the platform.
I'm gonna bring him out.
I'm gonna make things
really irritating for him.
After all he's been through,
he needs cheering up.
Right?
Wrong.
Just watch the platform.
Let me know when you see him.
(Steel banging and tapping)
What do you mean "sing"?
I want you to sing.
I want to cheer this place up a bit.
Would you mind telling me why?
- The soldier...
- Yes?
- We're going to bring him to us.
- How?
By singing his song for him,
that's how.
But we're not going to do it
the way he does it.
We're gonna liven things up.
Do you know the words?
- Words?
- To the tune he whistles.
- Yes.
- Sing them.
Come on, Mr Tully, let's hear them.
(Whistles)
- # Pack up your tro... #
- That's fine.
- Mr Tully.
- Yes?
I can't do it without you. Please?
Let's make them sound happy. Come on.
# Pack up your troubles
in your old kitbag... #
- Great! Louder.
- #... and smile, smile, smile
# While you've a lucifer
to light your fag
# Smile boys, that's the style
# What's the use of worrying?
# It never was worthwhile
# So pack up your troubles
in your old kitbag
# And smile, smile, smile #
Again.
You want to see your ghost again?
- You want to make contact with him?
- Of course.
Well, let's waken the dead!
# Pack up your troubles
in your old kitbag
# And smile, smile, smile
# While you've a lucifer
to light your fag
# Smile boys, that's the style
# What's the use of worrying?
# It never was worthwhile
# So pack up your troubles
in your old kitbag
# And smile, smile, smile
# Pack up your troubles
in your old kitbag
# And smile, smile, smile
# While you've a lucifer
to light your fag
# Smile boys, that's the style
# What's the use of worrying?
# It never was worthwhile
# So pack up your troubles
in your old kitbag
# And smile, smile, smile
# Pack up your troubles
in your old kitbag
# And smile...
#... you've a lucifer
to light your fag
# Smile boys, that's the sty... #
(Faint) #... and smile, smile, smile
#... and smile, smile, smile
# While you've a lucifer
to light your fag
# Smile boys, that's the sty... #
(Electrical humming)
(Sapphire gasping for breath)
(Laboured breathing)
# Pack up your troubles
in your old kitbag
# And smile, smile, smile
- # Pack up... #
- That's enough.
- No more. No.
- Come on!
I'm sorry.
I didn't want to do it.
Really I didn't.
I'm sorry.
(Tully) Please bring back the flowers
again, will you?
Let's see the flowers again, please.
(Gunfire)
- A flare.
- What?
(Gunfire continues)
(Explosions)
It's Tully.
(Gunfire and explosions continue)
Tully! Mr Tully?
(Gunfire stops)
(Echoing thud)
(Electrical humming)
(Tully gasping and coughing)
(# Big Band Jazz)
(Laughter)
(Men talking and laughing)
(Voices continue)
(Men laughing)
(Door closes)
(Footsteps)
(Man) Excuse me, sir.
(Voices and laughter fade)
'Sapphire? '
Tully?
Mr Tully?
(Electrical humming)
(Humming continues)
(Humming intensifies)
(Sharp whoosh)
(Humming continues)
(Overlapping voices)
In Your Old Kitbag)
(Engine roaring, gunfire)
(Explosion)
(Plane plummeting)
(Engine racing)
(High-pitched buzzing)
'All irregularities will be handled
'by the forces controlling
each dimension.
'Transuranic heavy elements
may not be used where there is life.
'Medium atomic weights are available.
'Gold, Lead,
'Copper,
'Jet, Diamond, Radium,
'Sapphire, Silver and Steel.
'Sapphire and Steel
have been assigned.'
(Tully) What's wrong?
Will you please tell me what's wrong?
Will you please tell me what's wrong?
It's Steel.
- Look!
- Ignore them.
I said ignore them, Mr Tully.
Stay with me.
Yes, but the flowers are...
(Whistling)
We must ignore that, too, for now.
- (Whistling continues)
- Steel?
It seems to be everywhere.
Yes, I know. Steel.
All I want is a chance
to try and talk to him.
The soldier...
You will get your chance
but not just now.
'Steel?
'Tell me, Steel,
try to tell me what's happened.'
(Tully) What are you doing?
(Words ring with a hollow echo)
There's nothing there.
- Listen.
- I heard that.
- Like being in a room underground.
- Or under the sea.
Yes.
(No longer echoing) Under the sea.
We're back to normal.
I'll go in there first, please.
You just keep behind me, right?
Is he asleep? Or what? Is he ill?
- Mr Tully?
- Yes, can I help?
Would you check
the other rooms on this floor?
Make sure
there's nothing strange in them.
Leave it to me.
- If you get worried...
- I'll shout.
Fine.
'Steel.'
(Steel's voice) Take it back,
Sapphire. Take time back.
- But hurry.
- Yes, Steel.
- It's all right out there.
- Stay there. He's unconscious.
- Well, let me...
- I know what to do. Just stay there.
- All right.
- (Steel) 'Quickly. Take time back.'
- 'With Tully here? '
- 'You'll have to.
'You must get me back. Quickly.'
'Take my hand, then.
'Keep me here.'
I'll go in there first, please.
You just keep behind me, right?
Quickly... quickly.
Quickly, or I'm as dead as he is.
Please tell me what's wrong.
(Engine racing)
(Gunfire)
(Plane plummeting)
(Engine fading)
I'll go in there first, please.
You just keep behind me, right?
Yes?
- We've been looking for you.
- Why?
Because, er...
Yes, why? Wasn't I supposed to
be checking the rooms on this floor?
Yes.
Making sure there's nothing strange.
- That's right.
- Yes, leave it to me.
- Remember?
- I'm not sure.
Remember now?
- (Engine racing)
- Yes.
(Yells)
It was a death. Someone's death.
Yes, it was your turn
to experience it.
Who was sitting there? The soldier?
No, it was someone else.
Another arrival. A new recruit.
What did he look like?
He was young.
He was wearing flying clothes.
- What time period?
- They're Second World War.
- There were no connections to here.
- None at all?
Not during his life.
None that I could sense.
And how close did I come
to joining him in his last flight?
Almost as near as the real thing.
Yes?
Well, I've had enough
of ghosts waging war on us.
It's time we fought back.
- It's all all right out there.
- Lights.
Hmm?
- Lights are for the living.
- What?
- Darkness is for the dead, right?
- Well, er...
It's time we got
some of these working.
- You'll be lucky.
- I should think so, yes.
- The lights haven't worked in years.
- So?
So how do you expect
to get them to work?
- (Tully) Light it?
- Yes.
How on earth
do you expect me to light that?
With a match.
Come on, up you get.
Will you get up and light it?
- But they're obsolete.
- You should know about obsolescence.
- I beg your pardon?
- Just light it.
What about all the other lamps?
- They're waiting to be lit.
- "They're waiting to be lit"!
Beautiful.
One, two, three, four, five.
One, two, three, four, five.
- One, two, three, four, five...
- It's not happening now.
- When it was did you sense anything?
- Not really.
- No responses?
- It didn't last for very long.
Did you sense anything
that was once human?
There wasn't enough time.
One, two, three, four...
So there was only a change
in the quality of the sound?
Yes.
You think it came
from a submarine?
From a compartment
in that submarine, yes.
(Tully) 'I want to help you.'
- (Machinery humming)
- That?
Not as much, not nearly as much.
- (Humming and clanking)
- What about that?
No, I didn't hear that.
You didn't hear that
or the electric generator.
No.
(Rewinding)
'The air... not enough air.'
There are three of them
and one's unconscious.
(Man on tape, panting) How deep?
- Young voices.
- 'The bottom? '
Voices of young sailors.
'No pumps working
and we're at the bottom.'
I think...
I think that what Tully and I
experienced was later than that -
when the electrical supply
to the submarine had failed.
The men were already dead?
Well, there was no air left
for them to breathe.
They were all young - the soldier,
the pilot, the men in the submarine.
But young men die in war,
it's accepted,
so they can't be using that.
- Maybe they...
- But they're still here.
It's supplying them with power.
It's letting them use after-images
of their own deaths to fight us.
Therefore, each one has
his own death, his own resentment.
- Maybe they're working as a group.
- Collective grievances?
The soldier acting as head man.
- A spokesman?
- Yes.
Yeah, maybe.
A spokesman
usually wants to negotiate...
and he hasn't asked
for anything from us.
Not yet.
Just before I took that crash-dive,
he was keeping things cheerful
by whistling that tune of his.
- There was something on the window.
- 11.
Yes.
"The Great War ended
with suspension of hostilities
"on the 11th hour
of the 11th day of the 11th month."
- There were four elevens.
- I know.
So, do ghosts make mistakes
with their arithmetic
or has this ghost
made another kind of mistake?
Wouldn't you say
he feels sorry for himself?
Why?
Showing you the women
that sent him to war,
haunting the place
that gave him the sendoff.
The date of a ceasefire he never saw.
He's a ghost with feelings.
It's almost as if
he's asking for sympathy.
I think whatever it is
made a bad choice in him.
Don't be too sure.
A ghost with feelings.
- I'm gonna bring those feelings out.
- What?
Stay there. Watch from the window,
watch the platform.
I'm gonna bring him out.
I'm gonna make things
really irritating for him.
After all he's been through,
he needs cheering up.
Right?
Wrong.
Just watch the platform.
Let me know when you see him.
(Steel banging and tapping)
What do you mean "sing"?
I want you to sing.
I want to cheer this place up a bit.
Would you mind telling me why?
- The soldier...
- Yes?
- We're going to bring him to us.
- How?
By singing his song for him,
that's how.
But we're not going to do it
the way he does it.
We're gonna liven things up.
Do you know the words?
- Words?
- To the tune he whistles.
- Yes.
- Sing them.
Come on, Mr Tully, let's hear them.
(Whistles)
- # Pack up your tro... #
- That's fine.
- Mr Tully.
- Yes?
I can't do it without you. Please?
Let's make them sound happy. Come on.
# Pack up your troubles
in your old kitbag... #
- Great! Louder.
- #... and smile, smile, smile
# While you've a lucifer
to light your fag
# Smile boys, that's the style
# What's the use of worrying?
# It never was worthwhile
# So pack up your troubles
in your old kitbag
# And smile, smile, smile #
Again.
You want to see your ghost again?
- You want to make contact with him?
- Of course.
Well, let's waken the dead!
# Pack up your troubles
in your old kitbag
# And smile, smile, smile
# While you've a lucifer
to light your fag
# Smile boys, that's the style
# What's the use of worrying?
# It never was worthwhile
# So pack up your troubles
in your old kitbag
# And smile, smile, smile
# Pack up your troubles
in your old kitbag
# And smile, smile, smile
# While you've a lucifer
to light your fag
# Smile boys, that's the style
# What's the use of worrying?
# It never was worthwhile
# So pack up your troubles
in your old kitbag
# And smile, smile, smile
# Pack up your troubles
in your old kitbag
# And smile...
#... you've a lucifer
to light your fag
# Smile boys, that's the sty... #
(Faint) #... and smile, smile, smile
#... and smile, smile, smile
# While you've a lucifer
to light your fag
# Smile boys, that's the sty... #
(Electrical humming)
(Sapphire gasping for breath)
(Laboured breathing)
# Pack up your troubles
in your old kitbag
# And smile, smile, smile
- # Pack up... #
- That's enough.
- No more. No.
- Come on!
I'm sorry.
I didn't want to do it.
Really I didn't.
I'm sorry.
(Tully) Please bring back the flowers
again, will you?
Let's see the flowers again, please.
(Gunfire)
- A flare.
- What?
(Gunfire continues)
(Explosions)
It's Tully.
(Gunfire and explosions continue)
Tully! Mr Tully?
(Gunfire stops)
(Echoing thud)
(Electrical humming)
(Tully gasping and coughing)
(# Big Band Jazz)
(Laughter)
(Men talking and laughing)
(Voices continue)
(Men laughing)
(Door closes)
(Footsteps)
(Man) Excuse me, sir.
(Voices and laughter fade)
'Sapphire? '
Tully?
Mr Tully?
(Electrical humming)
(Humming continues)
(Humming intensifies)
(Sharp whoosh)
(Humming continues)
(Overlapping voices)