The New Avengers (1976–1977): Season 1, Episode 8 - The New Avengers - full transcript

It's crazy!

That's the greatest opportunity
we'll ever have.

What lies ahead for us, Poole?

After years of spyin and skulking?

A citation from the commissariat a two-room
Department in Moscow.

Capitalism rubs off.

Brandon can lead us to it.

Now, are you with me?

I don't know.

We've been together a long time.

I'd hate to have to sever
that relationship.



Okay.

Fine.

We're a team again.

Working for ourselves this time.

The target.

Burt Brandon.

You remember the name, Burt Brandon.
And remember the face too

The next time you see me,
I'll be rich.

All of my own private plane again.

Now, about you?

How much longer you got?
- Two days.

I've got at the same time as you Brandon.

- This man, Brandon. He was in service in time.
- Yes, nine years for espionage.

And throughout that term, he is constantly
trying to do a deal with us.



He's bombarded me with requests
that I see him.

But would it be quite possible.
Minister of the crown ...

... bartering with his pi.

As the fact is remains,
tomorrow will be a free man.

And if he does, have evidence of something
that to quote him.

Would shake this government to its foundation.

Then tomorrow, he will be free
to sell it to the highest bidder.

Steed.

Gambit spent the last few days
in prison with him.

Drugless coffee.

Listened to his every nightmare.

But nothing.
Not a clue.

- Maybe we can touch him.
- No.

But we can watch him.

We've lost him.

- Not completely.
- Huh?

??te. Isn't that
what they always taught us Poole?

Before they put Brandon away,
he made several trips to here.

And always along this road.

West.

Come in?
- He did as we thought.

Brandon bought himself a blockade
and a car was laid on.

He's headed west with Purdey in tow.

Now your subject.
Brandon made several trips west.

But always on route B-97.

I'm travelling it now.
I keep in touch.

ROAD CLOSED

What's the matter?

This road doesn't lead anywhere.

Ten miles further on it's a dead end.
- But if Brandon took this road.

And it was for one purpose only.

- To pick up this ...
- Evidence.

Or whatever it is.

He's got to come back again.

Along this road.

And ...

We'll be waiting to welcome him.

CHEMICALS
DIOLYHYDE

But you could be wrong.

Well, I mean, even you could be wrong.

Look, suppose he just
picked up the stuff.

And took off across country.

Suppose he did that.

Why should he?

That check outside the prison.

He's confident he thinks he's shaking us.

- But you could be wrong.
- I could.

In that case, we'll run him down
when he tries to sell this stuff.

What stuff?

We don't even know
what we're chasing.

Evidence of somebody's indiscretion.

He knows his ways.

You fool.
You've killed him.

Nothing.
Must be in the car then.

Nothing.
Nothing at all.

What are we do now?
Put it all together again?

You do killed him.

I could have made him talk.

What now?

- Steed?
- Yes, I'm here where are you?

What happened?

Nothing.

Except I seem to have lost him.

- Where are you?
- On a dead-end road.

About four miles to point B.

Oh, yes, I see it on the map.

Brandon could be making a collection.

I thought exactly.

Well, you could meet him on the way back.

- I'll be in touch.
- Right.

You'll probably run into Purdey.

I think she's lying there.

I say.
Need any help?

Could be a block carburetor.

What are you doing here, Purdey?

You should be trailing Brandon's car.

- This was Brandon's car.
- What?

Purdey?

- Are you okay?
- It bruised. That's all.

I'm renowned for my healing hand.

It's bit late for that, Gambit.

You didn't put them in a plastic bag.

I thought about it.

As my bike cart wheeled
and I flew through the air ...

... and smashed my head
against a tree trunk.

I thought about it.

And then I forgot.

They may give us a clue to
where Brandon went.

Does it matter?

They took his car apart
and beat us to the punch.

I think they little mad so.

No.
Look!

Demolition expert.
They must have followed us here.

Now, if they'd found what
they were looking for.

- White rhinos?
- The question is.

Who are they?

So far, we've no idea,
but they know as much as we know.

We must presume so.

Unless of course,
Brandon's secret died with him.

Something as drastic as added we
bound to come to light sooner or later.

Your respect Minister, we thought
you knew what Brandon had to sell.

If you want a plan of action, Steed?

Brandon picked up something
from a disused old well.

Here.
And what I'm certain of that.

He took this road here.
He disappeared for over an hour.

Now, even if he was doing 60
couldn't got further than.

- Here.
- He thought begin area to cover.

These may help to narrow it down.

They pick up traces of ..
arable soil.

Sand, clay, Diolyhyde.
- Diolyhyde?

The latest thing in crop spraying.

They use it for orchards.

- You see?
- I see cherry orchards, that's all.

- They know something we don't know.
- May be.

So we follow them.

Gambit, what's wrong?

- Neverton.
- That's right, Neverton.

A small village nestling
deep in the county.

Gambit?
- Hold it, hold it.

- I'm back in a prison cell.
- Sometimes I think you ought to be.

Back in a prison cell with Brandon.
Something he said, something he mentioned.

He mentioned Neverton.

Said he had a friend that lived nearby.

A flyer, a pilot.

A crop duster.

Diolyhyde.

Oh, what was that about do you think?

I don't know.

Neverton.

Turner
- Hey?

Frank Turner.

He was a friend of Brandon's.
He lives right here in this village.

Well, what are we waiting for?
That ahead of us.

Not anymore.

I know where Turner lives.

They're heading the wrong way.

- Good morning.
- Good morning

I've got nine plaque ready for you.

Fifteen cartwheels
and a dozen village pumps.

You're not from genuine antiques,
are you?

No.

Really.

These are for you?

Village blacksmith turns those out.
I dip them in acid to age them.

Ten minutes adds a hundred years.
- How fascinating?

- Well, ten thousand tourists can't be wrong.
- Not.

It brings them a lot of pleasure
and it makes me a little money.

How much are these?

Oh, twenty-seven pounds these ones.

Uh, Mr. Turner.

Is he alright?
- Oh, he's out the back somewhere.

With the other two men.
- Do excuse us, will you?

Get in.
- What?

Get in!

Quick! Get in.

Right?
- Yeah.

Yes, Burt came to see me yesterday.

We used to fly together.
Like in the old days.

So we chewed the fat a bit.
Talked about old times.

Spit a bowl together.
- That's all?

Yes, just about.

Mr. Turner, I saw your plane
and one very liked it.

In the air, but about the same time
you and Burt was splitting a bottle.

Oh, yeah, yeah.
Took him my spin.

Just for old times sake.

Why didn't he fly himself?

But you mean supply.
Oh, he could.

But I mean that was the partnership
He owned it, I flew it.

- Say, you took him out.
- Yeah.

And put him down.

I saw you coming into land.
And you were nowhere near the airstrip.

Oh, yes. A plug oiled up.
I had to put it down for a few minutes.

Where?

Somewhere over there or over there.

They all looks alike from the air.

After it landed, was Brandon
out of your sight at any time?

No, but as I said,
I was working on the engine.

I come to think of it,
he did stroll off for a few minutes.

But you can't remember where.

No.

As I said it.
They all looks alike from the air.

Those other two men took their car
went awful hurry.

Do you, I got the feeling
they weren't nice.

Are you sure
you haven't seen them before?

- Never.
- They were looking for Burt.

One of them mentioned Burt Brandon.
I didn't say been here yesterday, because ...

Well, they really didn't seem nice,
like Burt. Oh, he's a rogue.

He leads my husband astray,
but I like him.

Oh, he makes me laugh.

You haven't met him, you really
ought to someday getting to tell you ...

Mrs. Turner.

Burt Brandon's dead.

Dead?

Frank?

- I known that.
- I'm sorry.

- Who's going to tell her?
- Should it be?

- Who Mrs. Turner?
- Burt's daughter, of course.

Irene.
- His daughter?

He disowned her.
We never kept in touch with her.

No, but he did. Well, yesterday,
he gave me a package to give to her.

What?

What Package?
- Oh.

About so big.
He asked me to send it to her.

- Where is it now?
- On it's way, I suppose.

I did as he asked.
I mailed it.

Miss Brandon,
he's bit very experienced at ...

... flying.

That was my father.
- Burt Brandon? - Yes.

He was crazy about flying.

It was also his life.

It was his downfall.

At least, the beginning.

- I've seen the record.
- I doubt you how.

It seems to start in another a small way
by smuggling over illegal immigrants.

And ended up facing espionage charges.

And now, he's dead.

And now, he's dead.

Mr. Steed,

what about me?

Am I under suspicion?
- Of what?

I don't know,

But you've been here nearly an hour
and you haven't actually said anything yet.

You made me sound like a politician.

Possibly.

But they can be devious too.

Can we talk more about your father?

My father.

- You were close to one another.
- We were close to one another.

- He trusted you you.
- He trusted me.

Mr. Steed,

Look, we've been through
all this before.

Just what are you doing here,
what are you waiting for?

Well, I ...

This ...

... to adress to you.
From your father.

Well?

Well?

What's it mean?

So you've no idea.

Not at all. Nor if she's to be believed
as his daughter.

The lab have examined
every inch of the wrapping paper.

Even under the stamps, nothing.

So the book must be the vital factor.
- It's The Tale of The Big Y.

- That's a dastardly plot.
- What?

The book.
I read it twice.

And apart from a rather explicit description of
Bessie's mating habits.

Bessie? Bessie is the owner of the
golden wheels saloon.

She's a woman of startling proportions.

A code doing?

If it is, we don't have the key.
- Or the evidence, whatever that is.

If it ever existed.

But exists all right.
I'm sure of that.

Brandon hid it in a disused world.
He retrieved it. He went off into ...

... the wide blue yonder
and hid it again.

- The question is where?
- Somewhere in this area.

Very helpful.
A 100 square mile puzzle.

The answer is in this book.
Somewhere.

He's read that chapter twice already.

- Bessie's mating habits.
- Very badly written.

- And anatomically impossible.
- Oh, I don't know.

Certainly worked you up
to a good appetite.

Time for dinner isn't Purdey, Steed?

The answers in the book.

And my taste buds won't be rejuvenated
until I find it.

Bon Appetit.

What's he saying now?

What's he saying now?!

- Bon Appetit.
- Before that.

The answer lies in the book.

- The book?
- Yeah.

We'll wait until it gets dark.

What's the next move, Purdey?
The Breakers men, I mean.

- I'm famished.
- They got nothing out of Turner.

- Where're we going?
- Mind you, he had nothing to give.

It wasn't until afterwards.
He knew his wife had posted the package.

- Italian would be nice.
- They followed me back once to my place.

- Mayonnaisy. Mmm, yes.
- They might be with us now.

No, nothing.
- Gambit?

- So where would they go?
- Gambit? - Yes?

Food.

I need food now.

This isn't quite what I meant.

Is this one of your favorite restaurants?

They could conceivably be at Steed's not.

I suppose you bring
all your girlfriend's here.

They would have seen us leave.

- Did he book?
- No, just lucky.

Therefore, they must know that
Steed's alone.

Purdey?

- Excuse me, I've been noticed.
- We're leaving.

Oh, too dressy am I? Oh, is it,
because of you forgot your dinner jacket.

They're on to Steed.

I've come to borrow your book.

Come on.
Give it to me.

Hand it over.

Steed!

Gambit!

It's an ash handle. 18. Century.
- Sorry.

- They took the book.
- They took the book!

But it doesn't matter.

I think I've got one somewhere.

God, what!
Steed, are you alright?

- You should see phrenologist.
- Of course, I'm alright.

He needs phrenologist just like
he needs a hole in the head.

This is a standard aviators map.

The type that Brandon would use.

The Tale of The Big Y from the air.

The Tale of The Y.

T. A. I. L.

- From the air.
- Ah!

A river. A road.
They sometimes look like a Y from the air.

But there isn't one.

I was so sure.

Wait a minute.

This is a map of the county Surrey
S. U. R. R. E ..

... Y.

The Tail of The Big Y.

Steed.

All right Mr. Steed.
Throw it to me.

Tale of The Big Y.

We both worked it out at the same time.
Pity.

What a beautiful day! Ha-ha.
- Like the Runaway of Brahmin.

Positive thinking, Gambit.
Think positively.

Every breath you take is worth gold.

Have you seen my overdraft?

Think of the exercise you're getting.
Look at those rolling views.

Clean clear air.
- I think of my feet.

What fantastic luck.

You've seen a car.

Better than that.
- A mixed sauna with a license bar.

The blue periwinkle.
- Blue what?

I never knew it grew in
that kind of soil.

Think of your soul, Gambit.
Think of your soul.

Yeah.

You're not screaming or anything,
are you?

Actually, not gonna do anything at all,
are you?

This is it.

This is it.

Do you know what I'm gonna do,
when we get back?

First thing.

Log to discovery of the periwinkle.

Find a mix sauna with a license par.

Purdey?
It's your lucky day.

I'm not nice to be near at the moment.

I thought handrail was fixed.
- So did I.

Purdey?

Hello?
- You've got something I want.

And I've got something
you surely want.

You want safe and sound.

It can be arranged.

- Now, just a minute.
- Why do you talking?

I fixed the place,
time, the meeting.

The exchange.

Now, listen carefully.

They're not gonna like it.

Worse, they're not gonna believe it.

Look, I know,
you're not gonna believe this,

but the.. the box was empty,
when we dug it out.

Even I don't believe it.

I'll kill Purdey.
- Over my dead body.

That is extremely likely to Steed,
when they find out the box is empty.

But it wasn't.

This was in it, wasn't it?

Next ride, isn't it?

That's far enough.

- One minute, pump gun is yours.
- Thanks.

Here's our part of the bargain.
Now, let's see yours.

Toss it over.
- If you wish,

... but it's very fragile.

Of course, if you don't mind it being broken.
- No!

Why don't I put it on neutral ground?

You walk Purdey over, you pick it up ...

... and then you let her walk on.

How's that?

All right.

Back to where you were.

Come on.

I'm not a frog.

Now she's free.

That's far enough.

Any minute now.

Purdey!

I also like cool moodiance.

- I just call survive a champagne.
- And for changing clothes.

- And secondly ...
- Steed?

Hello Harmer.

I let your housekeeper off
and said you wouldn't mind.

My housekeeper?
I haven't seen her for a week.

- What is all this jocularity of champagne?
- Excuse me ...

... Purdey, Mike Gambit.

George Harmer.
- How do you do?

Oh, how do you do?

I have thought a little more diligence
directed towards the job in hand ...

... would be rather more approach.
- George.

Old sport.

We have just diligently
put away to killers.

Oh?

- I'll get some champagne.
- Yeah, not for me. Thank you.

George won't you sit down?

- Oh, Thank you.
- Aren't you a little far from home?

So the ministry function without you.

It was the minister himself
who sent me.

He's not at all satisfied
with the way this thing is going ...

... and frankly, neither am I.
- Oh, I know, he found out ...

... where Brandon hid his box.
- You have?

Unfortunately, the cupboard was bare.

Someone force stoled from us.
Someone got there first.

So?
You're back where you started.

Not quite. We think we know
who force stoled us.

Gently.
- We do.

We think, it's an old friend of Brandon's
someone who chatted over old times ...

... got him drunk and when he was drunk.

Okay, he didn't notice the contents
of the box's have been switched.

Yes, but who?

Purdey and Gambit are gonna
pick him up right now, aren't you?

Frank.

Frank!

What do you mean, you're going away?
- Just for a while.

- But why?
- Safer to negotiate at a distance.

What is a distance? Frank, will you please
just tell me what ... - Look!

Don't worry.

I assure you.

Frank, what are you doing?

Just gonna make us rich.

Gambit, you're not gonna do that corny
run of bring the car in to pass.

No.
Not that corny I'll run ...

... This corny I'll run.

That's not corny.
It's downright dangerous.

You really should relax Harmer, relax!

Sit down take, your coat off.

Enjoy a nice cooling glass of wine.

I'm not sure you the fact that you've
taken your jacket ...

... of sure remain on the secret list.

Taking their time.

Some things take time.

Come along now,
park your official posterior ...

... and stop wearing a hole in the carpet.

How about I hand of solo?

Solo three pounds.

Or should we raise it to five pounds?
Road abandoned seven pounds?

- You need four for solo.
- I know. I'm always nervous myself.

Cut the deal.

You're not gonna like this.

- You got it you?
- Onu buldunuz. - Bulduk.

But quite my friend,
you're not gonna like this.

You found it.

Yes.

And this is what all the fuss was about.

Eight rather pedestrian views of Vienna.
- Vienna?

- Vienna. - Yes, they're taking about
200 second at f/8, I should say.

And they're not even in color.
- It just doesn't make sense.

A man dead total chaos for these.

Just doesn't add up.
- Quite right we are.

Just views of Vienna.

Steed.

Brandon was bluffing.
He was always bluffing.

Oh, there was never any
need to worry then.

I tell the minister,
there was nothing to it.

We can close the file.
- I'm a great believer in fine detail.

Ah! The great detail. Fine detail
on the background of this photograph.

Not so pleasant cafe is seen but ...

... in the background ...
Is that commissar Vas Lasky.

Paymaster general.
And he is handing over ...

... money and to whom?

Well, friend Harmer!?

Minister gonna be very
disappointed in this Harmer.

Only if he knows.

And you three are now dead.

Gambit, you're the nearest.
Disarming, will you?

What I asked myself
as a ministry undersecretary ...

... doing with a loaded gun.

He might hurt himself, I thought.

So for his own safety.

I wish you to tell me,
when you're gonna practice this telepathy.

Telepathy? - When you went
in you knew the gun wasn't loaded.

No. I trust Steed.

In that case ...

How about a hand of Poker?
- No thing, but cards.

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