All language subtitles for The Man From U.N.C.L.E. S02E10 The Cherry Blossom Affair.eng

I've confirmed Dr. Grayson's
arrival at the New York Airport.

He should be entering
the terminal any moment.

Fine. Just keep in mind that the film
he's carrying is of the utmost importance.

Yes, sir.

Announcing the arrival
of Flight 26 from Paris.

Flight 26 from Paris
now arriving at the gate.

Sir?

Would you have a match, please?

Here. Let me try.

Dr. Grayson.

Hey, wait. Come
back with my film.

Hey, wait.

Our film lab ran off
this 16 mm film print...

from the negative Mr. Solo
recovered from Dr. Grayson.

Well, it would seem that Thrush has
found some way to activate volcanoes.

Dr. Grayson, I presume.

Yes, Mr. Kuryakin. Dr. Grayson was
one of the world's foremost geologists.

Evidently, Thrush Eastern
got a stranglehold on him.

He managed to inform
U.N.C.L.E. headquarters in Japan...

that he had a vital discovery
he wanted to turn over to them.

And something happened. Either Thrush
got to him or he panicked or something.

Why should Thrush be
interested in volcanoes?

Intelligence informs
us that Thrush Eastern...

has called a high-level
meeting of Thrush scientists.

Obviously for a demonstration
of their volcanic activator.

- Volcanic activator?
- Uh-huh.

So we have Thrush scientists
from many countries...

all of them with one thing in common.
They have volcanoes within their borders.

Now, if Thrush activates
those volcanoes...

they'll have a powerful
hold over those countries.

- Right?
- It's charming.

Precisely why we have to
find their volcanic device.

Which leads us to Japan.

Our film laboratory
has made a print...

from the negative Mr. Yukio
recovered from Dr. Grayson.

Gentlemen, our
volcanic activator.

Lights, please.

I do not wish to spoil
anyone's entertainment...

but forgive me, I have
already seen this particular film.

No doubt our film is now
in the hands of U.N.C.L.E.

We suspect Thrush Eastern is
headquartered in the Kiru area...

but we don't know exactly where.

Any leads?

Well, we do know that one of their fronts
is the Ogaki Academy for Judo and Karate.

Evidently a training
center for Thrush Eastern.

You'll begin there, Mr. Solo.

What do you have
in mind for me, sir?

Ah, yes. Yes, um...

Young woman Mr. Solo
met at the airport.

Miss Cricket Okasada.
Japanese, age 26.

Graduate of the
Sorbonne in France.

Occupation, dubbing expert
for Samson Films in Kiru.

Dubbing.

Mm-hm. That's the process
where a person from one country...

says lines on film for a
person from another country...

If there's anything I can
explain, don't hesitate to call.

Oh, I'm glad of that.

Our security people have
cleared Miss Okasada.

But her complicity with Dr. Grayson's
death would give me pause for doubt.

In any case, you will
have to hurry, Mr. Kuryakin.

We learned she
leaves for Japan tonight.

I wish I didn't have to make this
report of the unfortunate incident...

but they're so squeamish
about security, you understand.

We are honored
that Thrush Central...

feels our little project
worthy of your attention.

My dear Harada...

Thrush Central would
like nothing better...

than to have Thrush Eastern...

assert, shall we say, a more
vigorous role in our grand design.

And perhaps the demonstration
of this volcanic device...

is a first step.

Isn't it the Japanese who say...

the longest journey must
begin with the first step?

The Chinese.

Yes. Confucius. I remember now.

Heh. It's a wonder I don't
forget my own name in this heat.

Uh, don't you people
believe in air conditioning?

My apologies.

A slight malfunction.
It is being attended to.

Splendid.

Aren't you, uh, staying
to see the rest of the film?

I shall wait until it
comes on television.

Miss Okasada is
just coming into focus.

She just went into the
Takata Novelty Store.

Ah-ha, apparently, the Ogaki
Academy is closed to the public.

I wonder why.

Now, you go ahead.
I'll check with you later.

Yes, it's true.

We stock these, but we
ship them all over the world.

Look at the inscription
on the bottom.

"To Dr. Grayson from H."

Now, if I could just find
that H., whoever he is...

I'm sure I could find my film.

I wish I could help you...

but we don't even have
facilities here for engraving.

What's going on here?

The sign outside said
you do beautiful engraving.

How cute. Heh.

I'll, uh, take a dozen of these
for my parents in Jersey City.

Excuse me, I am not quite
finished with this young lady.

You mean I am not
quite finished with you.

I don't know what game
you are playing here...

but every cent I have in this
world is tied up in that negative.

It's the first film I've ever
produced. It is irreplaceable.

My apologies. The new
generation of women...

without respect for our
gracious personal traditions.

- Humility, reticence...
- I may not be terribly Oriental...

My assistant will
try to help you, miss.

Take care of her, Victor.

- Run.
- Why?

Aah!

Sayonara.

Aah!

Aah!

Happy New Year.

Pardon me, sir.

So as you see...

two-knuckles thrust
is thrown from kumite...

Perhaps one of
the new recruits...

would be kind enough to
allow me to demonstrate.

Ah, yes, you'll do nicely.

Me?

No, no, not you.
The man behind you.

No, no, no. That's all right.

No, no, no, really. I
catch cold easily, you see.

Ah, Mr. Solo, you wouldn't strike
the man with glasses, would you?

Excuse me.

Stop him, stop him.
U.N.C.L.E. agent.

Oh, pardon me, miss,
I'm, uh, looking for the exit.

Superb, my dear Harada. Superb.

I confess they are a
weakness of mine. Ha-ha.

I will never cease to be
amazed by the Orient.

On the one hand, you can create
a dazzling spectacle such as this.

On the other hand, you can't solve
a simple problem of air conditioning.

An unexpected
complication, I am told.

Mm.

Well, not to change the
subject, my dear Harada...

but in writing my security
report for Thrush Central...

I have discovered
there are a few gaps.

For instance?

For instance, one of your
men was found skewered...

at the bottom of the
pit in your novelty store.

We have something
special in mind for him.

I hope he will be of more use
to you dead than he was alive.

Mm-hm.

Please don't
misunderstand me, Harada.

I have no wish to run the
show, as the English say...

but in view of the
alarming security problem...

don't you think we ought to move
up the date of the demonstration?

Of course, it is
only a suggestion.

Something the matter?

It appears that the air conditioner
was made in your country.

- Really?
- And the distributor, an obstinate man...

a man named Pasha refuses
to make the trip from Tokyo.

If you please...

allow me to attend to
the matter personally.

You are most kind.

Now, if we can return to the
annoying little matter of security.

Security. HARADA: Ahem.

Tell Yukio as soon as he disposes of
the girl and the man from U.N.C.L.E...

I want every available
man here for double security.

We are moving the demonstration
to within the next 24 hours.

Did it ever occur to you that
if you found me so easily...

What do you call them?
- -Thrush will find me too?

Well, that's why we didn't close
down that novelty-store cover of theirs.

That was very thoughtful.

You see...

Shh!

You're their only connection.

In a few minutes, this telephone
is going to ring, and when it does...

This is sheer madness.

All I want is my film, and all of a
sudden, I'm involved in some wild plot...

about a volcanic blow-upper...

with people running
around shooting each other.

Why don't you just
call in the army?

Well, for one thing, we don't know
where Eastern Thrush's headquarters is.

Shh!

Uh...

Isn't that that doctor...?
What's his name?

Now, let me understand this.

You want me to expose myself...

so I can lead you to the
Thrush Eastern headquarters?

More or less.

No, thank you.

Well, at least talk to
them when they call.

When they call?

Could you hold it, please?

Hi.

Yes, this is she.

Listen carefully if you
want to get your film back.

Yes?

At 4:00 this afternoon,
come to the novelty store.

Yes?

Alone. Is that clear?

Now, wait a minute...

Well?

I don't know. I...

I want that film, but it is beginning
to lose something in the translation.

Tell me, Mr. Kuryakin, are
you talented in your profession?

- Yes.
- Do you know that that man in there...

has been listening to
everything we have said?

Yes, I put him there.
He's an U.N.C.L.E. agent.

Don't worry, Miss Okasada.

I'll be right behind you.

And Mr. Solo?

No, I'm afraid Mr. Solo
won't be able to join us.

I've been unable to
get in touch with him.

I think he may be having a little
trouble at the Ogaki Academy.

No doubt you are wondering...

what manner of plant...

is growing underneath your back.

Well, somehow I had
the feeling you'd tell me.

Bamboo, Mr. Solo. Bamboo.

In a few hours, Solo san,
certainly not later than this evening...

these shoots will begin to
prick your back, and then...

Well, I always say everyone
should have a hobby.

In case you're wondering
about your friends...

allow us to relieve
your anxiety.

Miss Okasada is going
to the novelty store...

no doubt in the belief that
Mr. Kuryakin is behind her.

Unfortunately for her...

we have arranged a little
detour for Mr. Kuryakin.

Police? Police.

Oh, thank heaven. My
name is Cricket Okasada.

Okasada. I work at the
Samson Film Company.

Oh, I'm terribly frightened.

Ever since I arrived in
Japan I've been followed.

Good luck.

Where you going?

I'll follow behind you in
my car. Keep you covered.

- What about if the whole thing is a trap?
- Oh, I'm sure it is.

We just have to take the chance.

Don't worry. Go on.

Would you be kind enough
to accompany us, please?

Hello?

Mr. Solo?

You're just in time
for the harvest.

Lucky for you I saw Illya being arrested.
- Isn't it?

With Illya out of the picture, you
were my only other alternative.

Well, you could have
gone to the police and...

But they don't have my film.

I don't suppose you
have seen it, have you?

Well, I'll try and catch it at
my neighborhood theater.

All of a sudden, you are pretty
cocky for a man whose life I just saved.

Well, in my own boyish
way, I am trying to thank you.

That's better.

Uh, one question.

Just one question, Mr. Kuryakin.

Why do you carry two guns?

One of them is a
novelty item. A toy.

Well, of course.

I believe it's the other one.

Just what is this
organization, the U.N.C.L.E.?

The U.N.C.L.E. is a
worldwide organization...

dedicated to the
preservation of world peace.

Oh, like the Salvation Army?

In about 10 minutes, a young
girl will be in great danger.

She needs protection.

Well, how about calling the
ambassador? Or at least let me call him.

Do you wish me to appear
foolish in the ambassador's eyes?

All you have to do is to pick up the
telephone and call U.N.C.L.E. headquarters.

Ah, but who is U.N.C.L.E.?

Allow me.

Class D, top priority.
Please scramble.

WAVERLY: Hello?

It's Mr. Kuryakin here, sir.

Ah, yes, Mr. Kuryakin. I've
been waiting for your report.

Well, actually, I'm having a
slight problem with the authorities.

A word or two from the ambassador
might help expedite matters.

Oh.

Well, uh, all right,
Mr. Kuryakin. I'll see to that.

Unfortunately, we don't
have a great deal of time.

Everything seems to indicate
that our feathered friends...

have moved up the demonstration
to within the next 24 hours.

Has Mr. Solo succeeded
in finding their nest?

I'm afraid Mr. Solo has
fallen on hard times, sir.

I see.

You're having a problem
with the authorities...

and Mr. Solo has
fallen on hard times.

Where's Miss Okasada?

Don't tell me she's fallen
on hard times as well.

I'm afraid so, sir.

Well, it seems as if I'd better
stay in closer personal touch...

with your situation there.

I'll leave for our Tokyo office right
away. Now, that'll be all, Mr. Kuryakin.

- How much? How much is one of these?
- I haven't the vaguest idea.

Oh, maybe $500.

Well, we could make
them for half the price.

I think if we step outside,
we could have a closer look.

I must say I am
impressed. Very impressed.

Just imagine.

Within 24 hours, the world
will witness a catastrophe...

the like of which it
has never seen before.

Ah, Mr. Kutuzov. Look.

Baseball.

I cannot understand your passion
for the American game of baseball.

What I want to know is, in what country
are you going to activate the volcano?

Mount Kilo in Vulgaria.

- Why Vulgaria?
- Why not?

Well, I suppose the demonstration
must take place somewhere.

So long as it isn't
in my country.

Still, I do think it's
a little ghoulish...

to have the Vulgarian
representative of Thrush sitting here...

watching the destruction
of his own country.

Unfortunately, he will
not be able to join us.

Oh? Why not?

Apparently, he regards the idea of
the volcanic activator as preposterous.

Besides, he informed
us that he was too busy...

with experiments of his own.

With what experiments?

It seems he is conducting a
geological expedition on Mount Kilo.

Oh, my dear Harada. You do
have a sense of humor after all.

Incidentally, Harada,
after the demonstration...

will you please have your
men prepare the activator...

for transfer to Thrush Central?

- Did I hear you correctly?
- Believe me, my friend.

It was the most difficult decision
I ever had to make in my life.

You don't know how
much it pained me.

Still, in view of, shall we
say, questionable security...

I could scarcely make
any other decision.

Just the same, I want you to know I
was most generous in my praise of you.

Particularly in regard to
your role in this little project.

You are most kind.

Most kind.

So that's why Illya was
arrested. Pretty clever, those guys.

They have their moments.

- Where are we going now?
- The novelty store.

The novelty store?

Don't you think you ought to go home to a
nice warm bath and a good night's sleep?

Go across the
street and go inside.

- I'll be watching you.
- I'd like to think you are kidding.

They don't know I'm free, which
gives us the element of surprise.

Yeah, I've had a
conversation like this before.

Besides, the store is closed.

I think they'd make an
exception in your case.

Not a chance.

Think what you'd be
doing for humanity.

Uh-uh.

Think of your film.

Hello?

Hello?

Oh...

Oh, hello.

Ah, Mr. Solo.

Don't tell me you rose off the
deathbed just to come to our little sale.

Welcome to Kiru, Mr. Solo.

- Home of Thrush Eastern?
- Exactly.

Mr. Yukio tells me that you
are quite a student of karate.

I hope, uh, things weren't
too unpleasant for you.

No, no. Actually, I was
beginning to enjoy it.

Unfortunately, I couldn't
keep up the payments.

Hey, I'm no puppet. I'm
a real live girl, remember?

How did a nice Japanese girl
like you wind up in a place like this?

Look, you silly old
man, you better...

Now, after we demonstrate
the volcanic activator...

we have some special
entertainment in store for you, Mr. Solo.

- They're going to show my film.
- No, my dear.

This is going to be
a live performance.

At least at the beginning.

No strings attached?

Why, Mr. Solo, what
an amusing pun.

I hope you will be just as amused
by the samurai's performance.

Something wrong I hope?

It appears Sandy Koufax
just pitched another no-hitter.

"Pasha Air Conditioning."

Open Channel D, please.

- Yes?
- It's Mr. Kuryakin here, sir.

Ah, yes, Mr. Kuryakin.

- Were you able to locate Miss Okasada?
- I'm afraid I didn't arrive in time.

Evidently, they have Miss
Okasada and Mr. Solo.

I do have a lead though. I've
discovered they're having trouble...

with their air conditioning.

I see.

- Well, what do you suggest?
- We can't rush the building.

That would jeopardize
Mr. Solo and Miss Okasada.

I'll need reinforcements later.
Please stand by until I signal.

I'll be waiting for your
signal, Mr. Kuryakin.

Could I have some
more of that tea?

Gentlemen...

this is a moment of great
significance in Thrush history.

But before proceeding further...

I would like to commemorate
this demonstration...

to my late and dear
friend, Mr. Kutuzov...

without whose assistance,
more than assistance...

spiritual guidance...

this demonstration
could not be taking place.

It's hotter in here
than in the volcano.

Can't you do anything about it?

It's being attended to.

It will be repaired
in five minutes.

Cricket, I, uh...

I don't quite know how
this is going to turn out.

But in any case, thank you.

Oh, don't thank me.

I thought, to tell you the truth,
there might be a picture in all of this.

On second thought, I don't
think anybody would believe it.

Why do you do that?

Do what?

I mean, why do you go around
with this, you know, tough attitude...

as though you don't care
about anything or anybody?

I do not.

Do I?

Why don't you, uh, accept the fact
that you're a lovely, intelligent girl?

You know...

you are not like your average
run-of-the-mill secret agent at all.

You're really very nice.

Thank you.

And you are 99 percent right.

About what?

I am a lovely, intelligent girl.

I have a lot of calls to make.

Pasha. Or whatever your name is.

I was given to understand that the
West considered suicide foolhardy.

Because that's what
you have just done.

Committed suicide.

Well...

Ah, nice shot. Hmm.

You were marvelous,
Mr. Solo. Hey.

Well, you see, I
have my moments too.

Get back to the control room.
I'll escort him to his friends.

Move along, Mr. U.N.C.L.E. man.

I think it's only fair to warn
you, I threw the javelin in college.

Some people thought I
was rather remarkable.

Mm-hm. How
interesting, Mr. Solo.

Someday we'll have to
exchange success stories.

Now, if you will be
kind enough to return...

I think not.

You surprise me, Mr. Solo. I
gave you more credit than this.

A sword against a gun? Really.

Well, I was never much
of a percentage player.

I wonder what the percentages
are on me pitching a no-hitter.

What do you do for an encore?

You don't even seem surprised.

Well, it just so
happens that, uh...

You mean you had
that all the time?

You don't think I'd give
him the real gun, do you?

I wanted him to
lead me to you first.

- Why did you wait so long?
- I've never seen a javelin thrown before.

You may yet.

That's right. We have one,
but there may be some more.

Well, unlike Mr. Solo, I
am a percentage player.

And so...

Open Channel D, please.

Mr. Waverly, you can get your
men to rush the building now.

You... You mean it's all over?

You sound disappointed.

Oh, heck. I was just
getting the hang of it.

Oh. Excellent film.
Excellent. Admirable.

Thank you.

Mind you, we wouldn't
want it to get around...

that we spend our afternoons
this way, Miss Okasada.

Our image, you know?

You are all very sweet.
Just one question, Mr. Solo.

Mm-hm.

Did you really throw
the javelin in college?

Yes, Napoleon. Tell us about
your javelin-throwing days.

Well, ahem, it's a very
personal, intimate kind of a story.

And I'll save the
arresting details...

to be revealed to Miss
Okasada over a cocktail.

Just a moment, Mr. Solo.

I'd rather hoped that Miss Okasada
would have tea with me in my office.

- May I have the pleasure?
- I'd love to.

Uh, I'm afraid we may have
to postpone our date, Mr. Solo.

I'd like to hear your story.

Anytime.