All language subtitles for The Man From U.N.C.L.E. S01E20 The Bow-Wow Affair.eng

Ow!

Aah! Oof!

Aah! Arggh!

- Aah!
- Oh, don't make such a fuss.

What's this? An exercise
in masochism, Mr. Solo?

No, no. I'm just catering to Sarah's
sadism. She thinks it's good for me.

How's the leg coming along?

Well, it's mending
faster than my dignity.

Good. I, uh...

I was about to ask
a personal favor.

A distant cousin of mine
seems to be in trouble.

Oh?

Someone stuck this through the
jacket of his polka-dot pajamas last night.

Well, I hope he wasn't
in it when they did.

I have a personal reason
for wanting to help him.

So I... Heh. I volunteered us.

Looks to me like a sort of
warning, wouldn't you say?

Yes, I'd say. It's
rather unsubtle, but...

I, uh... I'd like to
do him a favor.

Get him off my back so to speak.

Oh?

Yeah, he, uh...

He was once a party to a
slight indiscretion of mine.

Young girl, very pretty. Oh,
a long time ago, of course.

They can lead a man into
all sorts of trouble, can't they?

Well, boys will be boys.

One small indiscretion and
he never lets me forget it.

Oh, ho.

Illya? We're in need of your
special talents. Are you free?

No man is free who has to
work for a living, but I'm available.

All right, so join the party.

This is a Gypsy dagger, and
Gypsies are one of Illya's specialties.

So they got to you at last. Who was it?
The Mafia? Thrush? The narcotics mob?

He, uh, tripped over the
office cat and sprained his knee.

Uh, Mr. Waverly has a cousin
who wears polka-dot pajamas.

Well, we all have
our weaknesses.

And last night, uh, someone
thrust this through them...

and I thought that
might intrigue you.

Hope you don't mind.

It, uh...

It's a personal matter.

On the contrary, this is
a ceremonial dagger...

which my fascinating friends, the Gypsies,
sometimes use, and I'll be delighted.

In that case, my cousin's
name is Lester Baldwin.

Carefree, happy-go-lucky
sort of fellow.

Family weakness, you know?

A bit inclined that way myself.

He's a handsome man.

Much too handsome
for his own good, really.

There is a cloud drifting
across the face of the moon.

I see the shadow of evil
over the house like a shroud.

I see a stubborn man...

over whom a sword is hanging...

a sharply pointed sword,
embossed in gold with rubies in its hilt.

Sounds valuable. Grab
a hold of it. Ha-ha-ha.

I see the man cry out in fear.

I see him turn and run.

And there is no place to run to.

And it is dark and the
doors are all closed.

And I see the fear in his
eyes, and the man is afraid.

And there is no one to talk
to. All the doors are locked.

Don't make a sound.

- My name is Illya Kuryakin.
- I hear his screams.

I'll bet you're the only man around here
who can make that statement honestly.

- So I believe. Mr. Baldwin?
- No. He's my uncle.

You can't just stand there.
Why don't you come in?

- But shh. WOMAN: The
moon and the stars are gone.

- And there is only darkness.
- Do you believe in Gypsies?

No, of course not. They're
just a figment of the imagination.

That's what I thought. Shh.

Soft footsteps.

- Gentle footsteps.
- Creepy, isn't it?

- Deadly footsteps.
- Creepy-crawly.

A man who tries to
drive away with laughter.

The fear that follows
like a wolf in the night.

A wolf with eyes
like burning embers.

And I see death in
this house tonight.

She puts on a good act. Ha, ha.

I will show you.

Oh, let's have
some light in here.

May I see that?

Well, I'll be...

Say, that's a
pretty clever trick.

Well, I... I think we've had
enough. Let's have a drink.

A drink may drive away
the fear, Mr. Baldwin.

It will not drive
away the cause of it.

Uh... I'll remember that.

- And this is...?
- Illya Kuryakin, the man from cousin.

Oh, yes, of course, a pleasure.
Mr. Kuryakin, you know anybody?

- No, not really. BALDWIN:
Oh, well, don't worry about it.

Alice, my dear, give Mr. Kuryakin
a glass of champagne.

We'll talk soon.

First Gypsy I've seen
wearing a Paris original.

We don't all live in
caravans, Mr. Kuryakin.

No, of course not, Madam...?

Oh, uh, Delilah
Dovro, Illya Kuryakin.

Alice, show Miss Dovro my
Hispano-Moresque mirror case.

- A 5th century piece. You'll love it.
- This way.

Cousin Alexander doesn't
waste much time, does he?

Hoping to find something on me.
Looking for a skeleton in my closet.

Death in the house tonight.

Well, just for a moment...

I thought there was something
rather menacing about her.

The old superstitions die
hard, don't they? Ha, ha.

One of the best collections
outside the British Museum.

That's admirable.

But someone entered your house
last night. He didn't take any of these?

No, no, but he left
me something instead.

So I heard. In the
polka-dot pajamas.

And you have some
very valuable pieces here.

- No burglar alarm?
- Oh, I only set it when I go to bed.

This is what he was after,
I fancy. Whoever he is.

A quarter of a million dollars’ worth
of stock in Andram Consolidated.

A week or two ago, I was
offered $10,000 for them...

by a man named Andre Delgrovia.

- Naturally enough, I refused.
- Delgrovia is a Gypsy name.

- Is that what he is?
- I don't know. I've never met him.

Just a voice on the phone.

Told me those shares would
bring me all kinds of trouble.

Since then, a threat on
the telephone every night.

When I went to bed last
night, there was this dagger.

- I tell you, it gave me quite a shock.
- It's a very special ceremonial dagger.

They send it to someone who
has mortally offended their tribe.

It's meant to warn him of...

- Something quite unpleasant.
- Oh, but I don't scare so easily.

I always worry about people who
aren't scared when they ought to be.

Channel D, please. I want a
rundown on Andre Delgrovia.

All we know about him is that he's
interested in Andram Consolidated...

and I'm sure that will
be a great deal of help.

Oh, and I'm staying
at Mr. Baldwin's tonight.

Bodyguard.

But I don't need a bodyguard,
Mr. Kuryakin. I already have one.

Sit.

Best bodyguard you ever saw.

Raised him from a pup
and trained him myself.

You know, one word from
me and he'd tear you to pieces.

Nonetheless, I think I'll stay.

At least until we estimate what
kind of danger Delgrovia represents.

Who is Delilah Dovro?

Oh, a stranger. Drifted in
out of the blue this evening.

Brought me an ivory. A very
interesting Pi-Tung brush holder.

I couldn't resist
asking her to stay.

I've always had a weakness
for beautiful women. Ha, ha.

I hear it runs in the family.

- Your guests are all leaving.
- Oh, one of them is staying.

Nice.

Windows locked.
No one under the bed.

- The dog sleeps here?
- Oh, invariably.

There's no one in the house
except us, your niece and...?

Just the housekeeper. All the
others were from the caterers.

- The burglar alarm?
- Waiting to show you.

You see how I read your mind?

What an alarming thought.

Lock the door. The alarm
will ring twice, testing.

Remind me to commend
you to my cousin, Alexander...

for great devotion to duty.

It's almost my only weakness.

If there were someone in the
garden, just how good is that dog?

Oh, the best. He'd be
barking his head off.

Don't worry, Illya.

With a dog like that in his room,
there's not the slightest danger.

That's always the
time to be most careful.

You'd better lock your door too.

I will. I scare more
easily than my uncle.

I'll be close by.

I'm sure you'll be more
comfortable in the guest room.

No. I'll be, um, prowling
around the house.

- Well, I won't sleep thinking about you.
- That's nice, but unnecessary. Good night.

Illya? If you should,
uh, want anything...

- Everything I want, I have.
- I hate people who are so well adjusted.

Well, see you in the morning.

Give me your paw. Give me your
paw. Come on, give me your paw.

No, no, no, not the
whole thing. Just the paw.

I guess he only speaks Spanish.

Well, that's it.

There's just no trace of a woman
called Delilah Dovro anywhere.

With a name like
that, I'm not surprised.

This report of Mr. Kuryakin's
is a lot of balderdash.

- That dog must be rabid.
- Take it.

Hold it. Give it to me.

Kuryakin should have
shot him with lead...

not with sleep-inducing darts.

Well, the medical report says it isn't.
- Impossible.

And the Gypsy woman? She
said, "A death in the house.

A fear that follows him
in the night like a wolf.

A wolf with eyes
like burning embers."

It's a rather poetic
phrase, don't you think?

Coincidence, pure coincidence.

With all due
respect to you, sir...

I believe one of the first things you
taught me was never to trust coincidence.

Yes, I did, didn't I?

But a human skull not
more than an inch across?

There's no such thing.

No. Another thing you taught me that
there was no such thing as no such thing.

And I wish you wouldn't try to confound
me with my own intelligence, Mr. Solo.

- Where have you been, Mr. Kuryakin?
- The County Museum, where else?

Are you trying, rather
obtusely, to tell us something?

Well, any conjurer can make these
things appear and disappear at will.

Perhaps with practice,
I could do the same.

There is no doubt, you would
also palm a tiny human skull.

Well, you missed your
vocation, Mr. Kuryakin.

You should have been...

- Well, God bless my soul. What is that?
- The skull of a particular bird.

You break off the beak...

and you have a
subminiature human skull.

And for your information, it's a
Gypsy trick as old as the hills.

So Delilah Dovro went there
prepared for...? For what?

To scare Lester into
selling his Andram stock...

for a fraction of its worth?

Well, let's see what we've got.

Ow.

Andram Industries...

engaged in mining of beryllium and
the manufacture of heavy hydrogens...

was merged with Natryllic
Chemicals, Incorporated...

which it now controls.

A power play appears to be taking place
for exclusive control of Andram stocks.

Oh, that isn't going to help us. We
all know the stakes are very high.

Andre Delgrovia, origin unknown,
age unknown, address unknown.

Well, that's a lot of help too.

Believed to hold 39 percent of
the stock in Andram Consolidated.

Including a hundred thousand
dollars worth of shares...

that he bought from
Mrs. Clothilde Willard.

I only paid $5000 for them.

That's not costing very
much to get rich, is it?

Gypsies are tired of caravans.
- Yeah.

- The answer to your inquiry.
- Oh.

Ah. Mrs. Clothilde Willard is
in the Merriweather Hospital...

on the critical list, suffering
from very severe dog bites.

- Ah. Good.
- Really? You think so?

It establishes a pattern.

Like Sherlock
Homes, I like patterns.

Check out all the cases of dogs biting
men in the last, what? Six months?

Okay, go to work.

One thing disturbs me.

Is Alice Baldwin the owner of the
shares for which they killed her uncle?

- Yes, she is, but don't fret about it.
- But I do fret.

- Well, don't. I'm taking care of it.
- With a sprained knee?

Well, only one extremity is out of
order. The other one is working overtime.

Well, that must be quite a strain for you.
I'll bring you back some vitamin pills.

Will you get away
from me, you mad dog?

He can't help it, sir. It's
your cousin's dog, you know?

He fancies your breed.

Yes, a perfectly harmless little
Chihuahua, most affectionate.

And for no reason at all, she leaped
at my throat and tore me to pieces.

To pieces, young man.

And the scars, they're
absolutely going to ruin my SA.

And the shares? Your Andrams?

Oh, I sold them, of course,
at a ridiculous price...

to Andre Delgrovia,
through my brokers.

And this terrible man
called on the phone...

and said if I didn't sell, then
something dreadful would happen to me.

Poopsie's
extraordinary behavior...

was quite obviously motivated
by my refusal to sell my stocks.

Oh, just look at it.
Eggs. Soft-boiled.

- I'm sure they're very good for you.
- Oh, everything dull always is.

Would you be the kind of man that
might carry a flask of something with you?

Oh.

May I send you some flowers?

Well, how very charming of you.

Slip a little fifth in the box,
would you? Gin, preferably.

Oh, your coat? The intern
took it. He's so abominably tidy.

What goes well with gin?

Uh, orchids?

You take care of yourself.

Young man? Are you married?

- Had I but world enough and time.
- Oh, good.

Was attacked in the
park by a savage dog...

which bit him severely
about the throat and face.

The police are cooperating
with the Humane Society.

A man named Corbin Maddock.

He used to own 1100
shares of Andram stock.

Now he's in the
hospital and owns none.

Three other cases, all
shareholders, badly bitten...

giving up their stocks
at ridiculous prices.

The old protection
racket with a new twist.

And the dog can't give evidence.

- Mrs. Willard?
- The same story.

And someone stole my raincoat.

There's only one reason why
anyone should steal my raincoat.

What?

"The sale is announced of the
entire list of Baldwin stock of shares...

in Andram Consolidated
Industries to Mr. Illya Kuryakin"?

Oh, yes. Yeah, that
was an idea of Mr. Solo's.

Surprised he didn't mention it.

- I'll have his teeth for cuff links.
- Oh, I wouldn't take it so badly.

He saw how upset
you were about Alice.

And quite proper too.

- Shows a nice spirit.
- Well, of...

It you're going out anywhere,
watch out for stray dogs.

An easy way to teach a man to
mind his own business, isn't it?

All right, I'll take over.

- I thought you'd forgotten all about me.
- I had to send a lady some flowers.

Like, I know, it's a hopeless question, but
do we still have a Pi-Tung brush holder?

Oh, sure. It's over
here someplace.

- Delivered by a dark and lovely Gypsy.
- Oh, that.

- Well, that's funny.
- Gone?

It was here yesterday.

Mm. Somehow I didn't think
Delilah would leave it here.

Oh, well.

- Oh, that's a pepper-pot, cayenne pepper.
- Oh. So I discover.

Are you going to bodyguard me?

Uh, should I say, uh, guard
my body? Yes, I should say that?

Yes, I am.

Let's hope I make a better job
of it this time than I did the last.

Oh, but that's not your fault.

If he'd asked for help when
all this first started. I told him...

Hello?

Who?

Andre Delgrovia?

Yes, I know who you are.

Uh...

No, I... I don't want to sell
my stocks, Mr. Delgrovia.

As a matter of
fact, I... I can't.

I don't think I understand what
you're trying to tell me, Miss Baldwin.

I said that I can't sell
them to you. I'm sorry.

I'm afraid it's too late to
be sorry, Miss Baldwin.

- Already too late.
- I... I sold them.

- You did what?
- This morning, to a Mr. Kuryakin.

I believe my messenger is
already there to convince you.

Well, don't just
stand there. Your gun.

No.

If I make a move for my gun, they'll
attack, that's the way they're trained.

I'd never get both
of them anyway.

Move.

And when I throw the
pepper, you make for the door.

I'll draw them off.

Somehow I have the strangest
feeling those dogs know me personally.

- A man's best friend. Where to now?
- Upwind, that's where to.

Channel D, please.

License number 5 Juliet 1851.

I'll wait here for your reply.

You see? It works on people too.

- You are people, aren't you?
- In a vague sort of way, I am.

So kiss me.

Well, certainly, if you insist.

I, uh, think it's trying
to tell us something.

Ooh. Fast, isn't it?

Illya?

That license plate is a phony.
There's no such number.

See if you can do
something for me, will you?

I want you to find me a dog man,
an expert, the best you can find.

Out.

I'm afraid you'll have to
stick by me until further notice.

Certainly. If you insist.

And it's time to go.

These are nice
dogs, beautiful dogs.

I think perhaps one is
older than the other one.

I think, perhaps also,
one is the father of the son.

Both very nice dogs.

With nice white fangs
a couple of inches long.

Maybe, but what we
really want to know...

Signore, I will tell you everything,
absolutely everything, eh?

Only ci vuole la
pazienza. Patience please.

Now, good. Very good.

Maybe we could trace them,
if it's not asking too much?

Okay, let me see the
pictures of the head.

It's no difficulty tracing these
dogs. This dog, the oldest dog.

His ear has been cropped in Europe
because this is not American cropping.

The young dog.

His ear has been cropped this
country because this is not European.

That means simply that the
old dog was brought here...

and the young dog, he was
born here. You follow me?

- I'm way ahead of you.
- Well, slow down because I continue.

Signorina, let me see your legs.

Oh.

Here, here, here.

Let me. Well, let's
make some room here.

Here.

Now, and the legs
of a dog this size...

Look at those legs. Beautiful.

You notice the pastoia? The...?

- Pastern.
- The pasterns, right.

You see that pastern? Very,
very thick, like the Junker Slenz.

The Junker... You don't know
anything about dogs at all, right?

Well, let me explain to you.

There are basically 29
great families of Dobermans.

All divided three main groups.

There is Sighart Thüringen,
Roland von Grammont.

The other one is the
Junker Slenz of Thüringen.

Now, I think your dogs
are the same as the...

Are the same as the Junker Slenz,
because they have the same characteristics.

The same pastoia, the same
angulated hock. You see that? Hm?

What I mean by
all this is this: I think

that these dogs are
father and son, I think.

Let me see that picture,
Miss America, please.

Ah. Just look at that. That's
beautiful. Breathtaking.

Do you see that profile and the muzzle?
Offset, wee bit, a little bit, the muzzle.

Believe me, the muzzle is offset
a little bit. A little bit too much.

I think like the
family Klosterberg.

If you look at the
throat, you can see this.

It's set back a little bit, wee
bit. This is the family Grammont.

Now you know what I'm talking about,
eh? You don't know what I'm talking about.

What I'm talking about
is that all we have to do...

is to find somebody who
bred a Grammont Klosterberg...

about two years ago.

And because I think the youngest dog,
who's about 2, 2 and a half years old.

But what if the breeding
were not recorded?

What the...? Signore, do you think
these dogs marry with anybody?

No, signore, no.

These dogs marry when and
where and with whom they are told.

Tough on them, isn't it?

They don't seem to
complain too much, signorina.

Now then. We are looking for
a Grammont Klosterberg pup...

born to this country
a few years ago.

So that's where
you hide, eh, Dino?

Hm. You don't like
your shots, huh?

A Grammont Klosterberg
pup imported a few years ago.

1961, '62, '63 should
be not too difficult.

You have the names
of the importers too?

Oh, yes, of course.
1961, we have Abelson.

1961, again, Brentwich.
1962, Delgrovia.

- That's the one.
- You like that one?

Okay, '62, that's a Grammont pup by
the name of Sighart von Klosterberg...

the son of Otto von Blenkenburg,
who was bred in 1962...

with the Klosterberg
champion, Ella von Tyras.

- And the owner?
- The owner.

Well, the owner here is Delilah
von Dovro. Uh, Delilah Dovro.

- And do you have the addresses also?
- Yes, I have the addresses.

Let me see.

Delgrovia, no address. Dovro,
Havelock Bay, Long Island.

- All this from a photograph of a dog?
- All that from here, signorina.

Signore Panzini?

How would you make
a dog attack its master?

- A well-trained dog?
- An injection of Sentriciapin.

This makes a dog irritable,
makes a dog nervous...

just like people,
but not reliable.

No, rule that out. This
works every single time.

Then it's impossible.

We are dealing, in
this case, with Gypsies.

Gypsies? Well,
Gypsies, that's different.

Do you agree they have an
uncanny power over animals?

Well, no dog ever
attack a Gypsy. It's...

Gypsy just have to look at a dog,
then that dog does strange things.

Strange people, strange powers.

I don't know. It's kind of...

A Gypsy can do anything
he wants with animal.

Signore Panzini, how do
you throw a dog off a scent?

Well, you could
use oil of Anidol.

That they follow like
crazy. Actually, anywhere.

And if I mix Anidol and
Sentriciapin together?

Well, I don't know
what you're trying to do,

but now you have a
pretty hysterical dog.

Here, let me help you.

- It's all clear now.
- Thank you, sir.

It's a dog's life, isn't it?

What is that address you gave
me where the dog fancier lives?

- Havelock Bay?
- Long Island.

Caro mio, I think...

I think you better come
inside with me, huh?

I teach you a few tricks about
dogs. It's a good idea, maybe, no?

I think it's a good
idea, maybe yes.

Just a mile, Napoleon.
We have to walk from here.

- Corbin Maddock?
- His shares are now registered to us.

So is the stock from France,
so are Mrs. Willard's holdings.

- Making in all?
- Forty-eight percent.

In order to have a controlling interest,
we must have the Lester Baldwin block.

I knew there'd be an easy way.

Shall we try this?

Good.

Down. You go away.

Nice, Rover. MAN: Down.

- You butcher. You...
- Come on.

- You... You cut-throat.
- They want you in there.

It's not exactly French perfume.

But if Signore
Panzini is right...

I hope you can run as
fast as he says you can.

Oh, rat.

Think.

Yellow.

The color of death.

Your signature, signing your
Andram shares over to me.

If you don't, the yellow roses.

Yellow roses. Passwords. Knock
twice and ask for Silvio. Baloney.

Call in the dogs.

- She needs to be taught a lesson.
- Wait.

What are they barking for?

Put on the lights.

Open up the kennels.

Napoleon.

Now is the time for
you to earn your keep.

Corbin Maddock, his
throat ripped open...

now undergoing plastic surgery.

Mrs. Clothilde
Willard, in hospital.

In France, a large block of shares has just
come to us with the help of a Pekinese.

They have very sharp
teeth. Did you know that?

Shall I go on?

Why don't you just fold your
tents and steal silently away?

That was the Arabs,
not the Gypsies.

All right.

All right, Delgrovia. I'll take
your guest off your hands.

- Just everybody keep still.
- Nobody move.

It's a nice night for
a walk. Shall we go?

The doors are locked.

In our country, Mr. Kuryakin,
the women are the best fighters.

Would you use
bullets on a woman?

I think not.

Not bullets, but darts tipped
with a paralyzing poison.

I'm told it's quite painful.

You might have a hard time
trying to convince the dogs of that.

The dogs are out chasing a fox.
- Not all of them.

Look behind you.

Well, really?

This time you might try
putting salt on their tails.

This time, don't argue.

Well, come on.

Come on, this way.

Here, your shoes.

Up the tree.

I'm terribly sorry.

Oh, Illya!

Let's hope Signore Panzini's
mixture makes dogs hysterical.

Well, we got away, didn't we?

- Not yet, we didn't.
- Oh, no.

Oh, Illya.

Lovely night, isn't it?

Full of surprises, anyway.

You all right, my dear?

Well, rather surprisingly,
yes, thank you.

Dr. Panzini tells me you're
planning to tackle this little lot with...

What was it?
Sentriciapin or something?

- I thought you might want some help.
- I had help.

A wily fox name Napoleon.

Oh.

Did you...? Did you perchance
find Andre Delgrovia?

Yes, indeed. They're in
there. So is the rest of them.

They're probably
ready for trouble by now.

Oh.

Well, I believe I'll go in and show
them what trouble really is. Shall we?

Oh, not you, Mr. Kuryakin. I'd
rather you took Alice home for me.

She's up much too late.
Take care of her and thank you.

He likes to feel
young once in a while.

Somewhere there's
a memory stirring.

Well. Let's just not
wait for memories. Hm?

Good evening.

You two lovebirds look
rather like drowned ducks.

- Can I give you a lift?
- It's a nice night for a long walk home.

If you're going to
make a fool of yourself...

it might as well be over
a good-looking woman.

Home, James.