The Famous Five (1978–1979): Season 2, Episode 3 - Five Get Into a Fix - full transcript
I can see lambs on the hills over there.
D'you want to have a look, George?
No.
Oh, don't then.
It isn't exactly Switzerland,
but you needn't be like that.
George, you know you couldn't
have taken Timmy to Switzerland,
don't look so miserable!
Don't suppose I'll ever get
another chance to learn how to ski.
You're not the only one.
We all had flu, we
all missed the holiday.
But I had it worse
than you and Dick and...
If we don't find the farm you won't
have any kind of holiday at all.
Now this must be the turning.
No good, Uncle Quentin.
Thank Godness! I don't like
the feel of this place at all.
I'm inclined to agree with you, Anne.
Well all right, got to back out.
What's wrong, Dad?
It'll be getting dark soon.
Blasted things only just been serviced.
Maybe it's a magnetic field.
I've read all sorts of stories
about the strange powers
in the stones in this part of the world.
If it wasn't so absurd, I'd say
Dick was right, must be the gearbox.
Beginning to get really worried, I was.
Now you'll stop for a
bite to eat, Professor?
That's kind of you Mrs. Jones, but
I've got to get my car to a garage.
Well. have a nice cup of tea, anyway.
Morgan's still out seeing to his lambs.
Oh, he'd have enjoyed at chat,
you being an expert so to speak.
Oh, of course, your son's on the
environmental committee for these parts.
He worked over so hard to have that
terrible mining project cancelled you know.
Beats me why anyone should want to
deliberately ruin this beautiful landscape.
Llewellyn Thomas it
was. Must have been mad!
And he tried to get his
old mam sell 'Old Towers'
just so he could build
a mine. I ask you.
Not shown his face since
the enquiry, I can tell you!
'Old Towers'? That's
where we went wrong.
You never mentioned you'd been up there.
Well, that's where the
car started to play up.
Could be a coincidence, I suppose.
What could?
There's Morgan coming
in in time for supper.
I see you got here all right, then.
Oh, a lamb.
Yes, well, I have to feed him.
Morgan, Professor Kirrin's
car's been giving him trouble.
Stuck up by 'Old Towers', they were.
What were you doing up there then?
Took a wrong turning.
'Old Towers' looks a pretty
grim place, who lives there?
I told you, Mrs. Thomas,
Llewellyn's old mam. poor ould soul,
some say, that that
business over the mine
and Llewellyn trying to make her sell
her home sent her right out of her head.
I wouldn't be surprised.
She's just a an old lady
minding her own business, Mother.
Know about weedly lambs, do you?
Only that they must be fed
and kept warm, can I feed him?
If you like, there you are.
Take his head gently, that's right.
Let's get Evan Evans to
take a look at your car.
Bit late for a garage round here now.
Now behave yourselves, you lot.
Don't you worry, we'll soon have
the roses back in their cheeks!
And remember, no mischief.
Nothing here but freh air,
plenty of peace and quiet!
Mrs. Jones was right about one thing
last night. Plenty of peace and quiet!
What was that? Felt something...
Probably thunder. Come on,
let's get back for lunch.
Hey, look over there!
That's 'Old Towers', isn't it?
Yes, I wonder why Morgan
was so cagey about the place.
Hey, someone's looking at
us from a window up there!
What was that?
Just my Morgan calling the dogs,
they could hear him a mile away!
That was Dad on the phone. There was
something wrong with the car last night.
Oh, I'm relieved to hear that!
Well, I mean, he must have
got home alright, see.
Mrs. Jones? What did you mean last night,
when you said it might be a coincidence?
Coincidence?
You know, something to
do with 'Old Towers'!
Well, it's not for me to say, but...
Dai! Tang! Stop it! Dai, come here!
Tang, now leave, leave! Come here!
Timmy!
Oh Timmy!
Can't you keep those kids
from under my feet, Mam?
I do have a living to
make to make, you know.
They're only children, Morgan.
Well, just mind you keep
that dog on a lead in future.
This is a farm yard, not a playground!
Blood.
It's only a rough old shepherd's
hut, you know, but my Morgan,
he's made it ever so cosy inside.
You'll see, you'll be tight as
a bug in a rug in here, you'll see.
There'll be no fear of
infection if you use this.
Thanks.
Sorry, we caused all this
bother for you, Mrs. Jones.
Oh. That' alright.
Morgan'll get over it.
But it's best we keep
the dogs apart, see.
Well, I think you've got enough food
here to last you for a couple of days,
haven't you. I'd better
be going now, alright?
Bye, bye, now, take care of
each other, have a nice time.
Bye.
- Bye, Mrs. Jones.
Be much more fun up here on our own,
it's cosy and Timmy'll
be here to look after us.
Only just! I've a good mind to
ring Father and say I'm going home.
Look! You can see
'Old Towers' from here!
Let's take a closer look.
I don't like that place,
and I don't really faney.
On second thoughts, a walk
might do Timmy good, George.
Q KEY-
Fence goes all the way round.
It's like a prison camp.
Loo ks s poo key.
Don't touch it, it might be electrified.
Place looks deserted.
Wanna bet? Take a look up there.
Where?
Middle window at the top.
I'm sure there was movement.
Ailey! Ailey!
Ailey!
Hello. Seen a little girl by
any chance? She got long hair.
No.
- Sorry.
She will keep running to her father
on the tops, he looks after the sheep.
She never takes a coat or
nothing, she'll catch her death.
Sometimes I think she's
as mad as the old lady.
What old lady?
Old Ma Thomas. She lives
over there. If you're lost
you'll not find any help round here.
There was none of this
'keep out' nonsense
and barbed wire fencing when
I worked for Mrs. Thomas,
now they won't even let
me see the poor old dear.
Quite a few of us in the
village would like to know
what goes on behind that fence.
You can smile, young man, but I'm
not the only one who thinks it.
Still, I shouldn't be talking to
you about it. If you see Ailey,
you tell her it's time to come on home.
Bye .
What's his name?
Timmy. You must be Ailey.
Didn't you hear your mother?
Mom doesn't like me playing near the
old house. All those stories are rubbish!
I know a secret way in. I often see
Mrs. Thomas peeping through the curtain.
She even writes me letters.
Letters?
She does too!
DearAiley. How are you? I am
very well. You can come to tea,
because I know you
are a good girl and...
Let's have a look at that!
- Give it back, it's mine!
Ailey, have you shown this anyone else?
- No, I haven't! it's mine!
Listen: I need help. I am
a prisoner in my own house
while terrible things go on.
They have killed my son. Help.
Please help! Bronwen Thomas!
What are we going to do?
Morgan might still be living with us.
Mrs. Jones is gone shopping. She won't
be back for hours. This is too important,
we've got to show it
someone. Morgan, Morgan.
Mr. Thomas is in trouble.
Oh, I'd just forget all
about this if I were you.
Ailey's always getting up to mischief.
She can't even read, let alone write!
If you take my advice, you'll
just forget all about it.
But surely you're going
to call the police?
No, I'm not going to call anyone.
But Mrs. Thomas might be in trouble.
Her son have could been killed!
Now no buts. This is none of your
business. Now just you get back to your hut
and say nothing. Or I'll pack
the lot of you back off home!
Come on, Dick.
Julian, this is stupid. Even if you do
get over, how are you going to get back?
Look, we've got to get in there somehow.
Why don't we all just
go and get the police?
Because the only evidence
we've got is Ailey's note.
I still don't think we should
have given it to Morgan.
Hey, look over there.
That shepherd must be Ailey's father.
Looks like Morgan knows
more than he's letting on.
If only we could just get into
the house and rescue Mrs. Thomas.
What was that?
I don't think it was thunder.
Oh, please, let's go
back. I don't like it here.
I wish we'd asked Ailey
how she got in there.
It's definitely coming from Old Towers.
Look, it's all lit up.
Let me in! Please, let me in!
Mam says, there are witches and
wild dogs living in the mountains!
Witches?
Dad shut me in my room for showing
you the letter Mrs. Thomas gave me,
so I ran away. Mam said, they
come for you when you're wicked.
There are no witches or wild
dogs in the woods, I hope.
Well, something's making that noise.
Ailey, you've got to show us
your secret away into Old Towers.
I'm not going out there again.
Listen, Mrs. Thomas could
be in terrible trouble,
you do want to help her, don't you?
What's that light, Ailey?
Don't know.
- Come on!
The tunnels down here.
Okay, I'll go first.
Oh, be careful, George,
it's starting to cave!
Ailey's not here, neither
are the other kids.
They've probably gone to Old
Towers. Come on, Dai, Tang, come on!
Come on, Timmy, come on.
Go on, get through, round
the back, come on, George.
What are they doing?
I've no idea.
It's a mine under the house!
Listen! Quick, get back
up there, come on, quick!
We gotta get the
production of this week,
we pour behind schedule.
Come on, you lot.
He's not dead at all!
That's Llewellyn Thomas!
The old lady's son!
Better try and find
Mrs. Thomas! Come on!
I think I'll wait here with
Timmy, in case somebody comes.
Mrs. Thomas?
Who is it?
Don't be afraid, Mrs. Thomas,
we've come to rescue you.
If this is another trick, it won't work!
No, you asked for help.
Remember your letter.
They think I don't know there is something
rare and powerfull under this house.
What is it?
They want to make bombs to kill
people, like they killed my son,
but I won't let them. I'll never
let them have this house, never!
I knew it!
Ailey!
It's Morgan and my father.
They must be mixed up in this somehow.
Quiet.
We can't help Mrs. Thomas on our own.
Telephone.
Hello Operator?
This is Magga Glen two five six, can
you put me through to the police please,
it's urgent!
Why doesn't somebody answer?
But that's life I'm afraid,
young man. Let 'em out.
I thought I told you
to keep out of this.
It's a pity you can't take your own
advice. Stupid you are, Morgan Jones,
just like those silly sheep of
yours!Alright, get 'em out of here!
Llewellyn Thomas won't
really blow us up, will he?
He'd be mad enough to try.
Go on, get back.
You'll never get past
them. They're killers.
It's all our fault, we shouldn't have
interfered, but we thought that you and..
Well, it's no use crying
over spilt milk, is it?
If only we could find the charge,
must be set off electrically,
some sort of high frequency.
I know what might work.
If only the dogs can hear.
Dai! Tang!
Come here, Dai!
Dai!
Ah, let the fool
shout, who can hear him?
Come on, Dai!
Anne, George, quick, run!
Right, now they'll be sorry,
they interfered in our affairs!
This one's mine!
How did you get here so soon?
A call came through to the
station, but it was cut off.
The operator said it
was urgent and luckily
whoever rang had the
sense to give the number.
There's lovely, one thing for certain,
Morgan Jones never started
his birthday like this before!
There we are, love, you come
along with me, your bed's already.
Llevellyn was always a clever boy.
Even so, I don't see how they
could make bombs out of rocks.
No love, it's the element in the rock
that Llewellyn discovered is so valuable.
The ultra-violet light you
saw them using shows it up.
The only thing that beats me, is how he
could have been so cruel to his mam.
Still some people will do anything
to make a lot of money, won't they.
She's got you to thank for
being safe and in goods hand.
And Morgan!
If he hadn't guessed
we'd gone to rescue her.
Quick, he is coming!
One, two, three.
Oh, thank you very much.
I'm not sure I want wishing
many happy returns to this day.
Come along now. What
about some breakfest?
D'you want to have a look, George?
No.
Oh, don't then.
It isn't exactly Switzerland,
but you needn't be like that.
George, you know you couldn't
have taken Timmy to Switzerland,
don't look so miserable!
Don't suppose I'll ever get
another chance to learn how to ski.
You're not the only one.
We all had flu, we
all missed the holiday.
But I had it worse
than you and Dick and...
If we don't find the farm you won't
have any kind of holiday at all.
Now this must be the turning.
No good, Uncle Quentin.
Thank Godness! I don't like
the feel of this place at all.
I'm inclined to agree with you, Anne.
Well all right, got to back out.
What's wrong, Dad?
It'll be getting dark soon.
Blasted things only just been serviced.
Maybe it's a magnetic field.
I've read all sorts of stories
about the strange powers
in the stones in this part of the world.
If it wasn't so absurd, I'd say
Dick was right, must be the gearbox.
Beginning to get really worried, I was.
Now you'll stop for a
bite to eat, Professor?
That's kind of you Mrs. Jones, but
I've got to get my car to a garage.
Well. have a nice cup of tea, anyway.
Morgan's still out seeing to his lambs.
Oh, he'd have enjoyed at chat,
you being an expert so to speak.
Oh, of course, your son's on the
environmental committee for these parts.
He worked over so hard to have that
terrible mining project cancelled you know.
Beats me why anyone should want to
deliberately ruin this beautiful landscape.
Llewellyn Thomas it
was. Must have been mad!
And he tried to get his
old mam sell 'Old Towers'
just so he could build
a mine. I ask you.
Not shown his face since
the enquiry, I can tell you!
'Old Towers'? That's
where we went wrong.
You never mentioned you'd been up there.
Well, that's where the
car started to play up.
Could be a coincidence, I suppose.
What could?
There's Morgan coming
in in time for supper.
I see you got here all right, then.
Oh, a lamb.
Yes, well, I have to feed him.
Morgan, Professor Kirrin's
car's been giving him trouble.
Stuck up by 'Old Towers', they were.
What were you doing up there then?
Took a wrong turning.
'Old Towers' looks a pretty
grim place, who lives there?
I told you, Mrs. Thomas,
Llewellyn's old mam. poor ould soul,
some say, that that
business over the mine
and Llewellyn trying to make her sell
her home sent her right out of her head.
I wouldn't be surprised.
She's just a an old lady
minding her own business, Mother.
Know about weedly lambs, do you?
Only that they must be fed
and kept warm, can I feed him?
If you like, there you are.
Take his head gently, that's right.
Let's get Evan Evans to
take a look at your car.
Bit late for a garage round here now.
Now behave yourselves, you lot.
Don't you worry, we'll soon have
the roses back in their cheeks!
And remember, no mischief.
Nothing here but freh air,
plenty of peace and quiet!
Mrs. Jones was right about one thing
last night. Plenty of peace and quiet!
What was that? Felt something...
Probably thunder. Come on,
let's get back for lunch.
Hey, look over there!
That's 'Old Towers', isn't it?
Yes, I wonder why Morgan
was so cagey about the place.
Hey, someone's looking at
us from a window up there!
What was that?
Just my Morgan calling the dogs,
they could hear him a mile away!
That was Dad on the phone. There was
something wrong with the car last night.
Oh, I'm relieved to hear that!
Well, I mean, he must have
got home alright, see.
Mrs. Jones? What did you mean last night,
when you said it might be a coincidence?
Coincidence?
You know, something to
do with 'Old Towers'!
Well, it's not for me to say, but...
Dai! Tang! Stop it! Dai, come here!
Tang, now leave, leave! Come here!
Timmy!
Oh Timmy!
Can't you keep those kids
from under my feet, Mam?
I do have a living to
make to make, you know.
They're only children, Morgan.
Well, just mind you keep
that dog on a lead in future.
This is a farm yard, not a playground!
Blood.
It's only a rough old shepherd's
hut, you know, but my Morgan,
he's made it ever so cosy inside.
You'll see, you'll be tight as
a bug in a rug in here, you'll see.
There'll be no fear of
infection if you use this.
Thanks.
Sorry, we caused all this
bother for you, Mrs. Jones.
Oh. That' alright.
Morgan'll get over it.
But it's best we keep
the dogs apart, see.
Well, I think you've got enough food
here to last you for a couple of days,
haven't you. I'd better
be going now, alright?
Bye, bye, now, take care of
each other, have a nice time.
Bye.
- Bye, Mrs. Jones.
Be much more fun up here on our own,
it's cosy and Timmy'll
be here to look after us.
Only just! I've a good mind to
ring Father and say I'm going home.
Look! You can see
'Old Towers' from here!
Let's take a closer look.
I don't like that place,
and I don't really faney.
On second thoughts, a walk
might do Timmy good, George.
Q KEY-
Fence goes all the way round.
It's like a prison camp.
Loo ks s poo key.
Don't touch it, it might be electrified.
Place looks deserted.
Wanna bet? Take a look up there.
Where?
Middle window at the top.
I'm sure there was movement.
Ailey! Ailey!
Ailey!
Hello. Seen a little girl by
any chance? She got long hair.
No.
- Sorry.
She will keep running to her father
on the tops, he looks after the sheep.
She never takes a coat or
nothing, she'll catch her death.
Sometimes I think she's
as mad as the old lady.
What old lady?
Old Ma Thomas. She lives
over there. If you're lost
you'll not find any help round here.
There was none of this
'keep out' nonsense
and barbed wire fencing when
I worked for Mrs. Thomas,
now they won't even let
me see the poor old dear.
Quite a few of us in the
village would like to know
what goes on behind that fence.
You can smile, young man, but I'm
not the only one who thinks it.
Still, I shouldn't be talking to
you about it. If you see Ailey,
you tell her it's time to come on home.
Bye .
What's his name?
Timmy. You must be Ailey.
Didn't you hear your mother?
Mom doesn't like me playing near the
old house. All those stories are rubbish!
I know a secret way in. I often see
Mrs. Thomas peeping through the curtain.
She even writes me letters.
Letters?
She does too!
DearAiley. How are you? I am
very well. You can come to tea,
because I know you
are a good girl and...
Let's have a look at that!
- Give it back, it's mine!
Ailey, have you shown this anyone else?
- No, I haven't! it's mine!
Listen: I need help. I am
a prisoner in my own house
while terrible things go on.
They have killed my son. Help.
Please help! Bronwen Thomas!
What are we going to do?
Morgan might still be living with us.
Mrs. Jones is gone shopping. She won't
be back for hours. This is too important,
we've got to show it
someone. Morgan, Morgan.
Mr. Thomas is in trouble.
Oh, I'd just forget all
about this if I were you.
Ailey's always getting up to mischief.
She can't even read, let alone write!
If you take my advice, you'll
just forget all about it.
But surely you're going
to call the police?
No, I'm not going to call anyone.
But Mrs. Thomas might be in trouble.
Her son have could been killed!
Now no buts. This is none of your
business. Now just you get back to your hut
and say nothing. Or I'll pack
the lot of you back off home!
Come on, Dick.
Julian, this is stupid. Even if you do
get over, how are you going to get back?
Look, we've got to get in there somehow.
Why don't we all just
go and get the police?
Because the only evidence
we've got is Ailey's note.
I still don't think we should
have given it to Morgan.
Hey, look over there.
That shepherd must be Ailey's father.
Looks like Morgan knows
more than he's letting on.
If only we could just get into
the house and rescue Mrs. Thomas.
What was that?
I don't think it was thunder.
Oh, please, let's go
back. I don't like it here.
I wish we'd asked Ailey
how she got in there.
It's definitely coming from Old Towers.
Look, it's all lit up.
Let me in! Please, let me in!
Mam says, there are witches and
wild dogs living in the mountains!
Witches?
Dad shut me in my room for showing
you the letter Mrs. Thomas gave me,
so I ran away. Mam said, they
come for you when you're wicked.
There are no witches or wild
dogs in the woods, I hope.
Well, something's making that noise.
Ailey, you've got to show us
your secret away into Old Towers.
I'm not going out there again.
Listen, Mrs. Thomas could
be in terrible trouble,
you do want to help her, don't you?
What's that light, Ailey?
Don't know.
- Come on!
The tunnels down here.
Okay, I'll go first.
Oh, be careful, George,
it's starting to cave!
Ailey's not here, neither
are the other kids.
They've probably gone to Old
Towers. Come on, Dai, Tang, come on!
Come on, Timmy, come on.
Go on, get through, round
the back, come on, George.
What are they doing?
I've no idea.
It's a mine under the house!
Listen! Quick, get back
up there, come on, quick!
We gotta get the
production of this week,
we pour behind schedule.
Come on, you lot.
He's not dead at all!
That's Llewellyn Thomas!
The old lady's son!
Better try and find
Mrs. Thomas! Come on!
I think I'll wait here with
Timmy, in case somebody comes.
Mrs. Thomas?
Who is it?
Don't be afraid, Mrs. Thomas,
we've come to rescue you.
If this is another trick, it won't work!
No, you asked for help.
Remember your letter.
They think I don't know there is something
rare and powerfull under this house.
What is it?
They want to make bombs to kill
people, like they killed my son,
but I won't let them. I'll never
let them have this house, never!
I knew it!
Ailey!
It's Morgan and my father.
They must be mixed up in this somehow.
Quiet.
We can't help Mrs. Thomas on our own.
Telephone.
Hello Operator?
This is Magga Glen two five six, can
you put me through to the police please,
it's urgent!
Why doesn't somebody answer?
But that's life I'm afraid,
young man. Let 'em out.
I thought I told you
to keep out of this.
It's a pity you can't take your own
advice. Stupid you are, Morgan Jones,
just like those silly sheep of
yours!Alright, get 'em out of here!
Llewellyn Thomas won't
really blow us up, will he?
He'd be mad enough to try.
Go on, get back.
You'll never get past
them. They're killers.
It's all our fault, we shouldn't have
interfered, but we thought that you and..
Well, it's no use crying
over spilt milk, is it?
If only we could find the charge,
must be set off electrically,
some sort of high frequency.
I know what might work.
If only the dogs can hear.
Dai! Tang!
Come here, Dai!
Dai!
Ah, let the fool
shout, who can hear him?
Come on, Dai!
Anne, George, quick, run!
Right, now they'll be sorry,
they interfered in our affairs!
This one's mine!
How did you get here so soon?
A call came through to the
station, but it was cut off.
The operator said it
was urgent and luckily
whoever rang had the
sense to give the number.
There's lovely, one thing for certain,
Morgan Jones never started
his birthday like this before!
There we are, love, you come
along with me, your bed's already.
Llevellyn was always a clever boy.
Even so, I don't see how they
could make bombs out of rocks.
No love, it's the element in the rock
that Llewellyn discovered is so valuable.
The ultra-violet light you
saw them using shows it up.
The only thing that beats me, is how he
could have been so cruel to his mam.
Still some people will do anything
to make a lot of money, won't they.
She's got you to thank for
being safe and in goods hand.
And Morgan!
If he hadn't guessed
we'd gone to rescue her.
Quick, he is coming!
One, two, three.
Oh, thank you very much.
I'm not sure I want wishing
many happy returns to this day.
Come along now. What
about some breakfest?