All language subtitles for The Man From U.N.C.L.E. S04E09 The Fiery Angel Affair.eng

So far I can bring you, señor. No
more. Not till the celebration is finished.

- You do this often?
- Imagine, señor.

It is Angela's birthday and
she gives to us a present.

A, uh... Uh, a courthouse.

Oh, every capital
city should have one.

Well, up till now,
what good would it be?

But all that is
changing. All of it.

Thanks to our Angela,
our Angel of Querido.

And her husband, General Abaca.

Oh, of course, of
course. Thanks to him too.

We cannot proceed
on this glorious day...

the birthday of our
Angel of Querido.

Listen, I'm gonna join the
celebrations. I have an invitation.

Would you mind taking
my suitcase to the hotel?

Oh, si, señor. Si.

Viva, Angela!

Viva! Viva, Angela!

Viva!

Thank you. Thank
you, people of Querido.

My husband's people, my people.

Today, on my birthday, I can say
with the pleasure you all share...

that we are a step closer to the
democracy that we have promised.

But we still have
a long way to go.

We have now a government that cares
about the needs and wants of its people.

The poor as well as the rich.

We have good men
to enforce these laws.

Men of wisdom and compassion.

It was not so long ago
that fear walked our streets.

The midnight
knock on the door...

the soldiers with their bayonets
rapping the people out of their houses...

and taking them to prison.

And for what crime? For daring to
speak out against the dictatorship.

- Por favor, now go to your room and rest.
- Rest? No.

Now we have a prisoner.

Now we can find out who this...
This junta, the Secret Three are.

Pero, mi querida,
that is my job.

- I will question him.
- I want to be there.

Oh, Paco, they tried to kill me.

That means that they
are ready to strike.

And if they are ready,
then they have strength.

And if they have strength, it
comes from outside of Querido.

Yes, yes, si.

Thrush you keep
talking about, eh?

I was not wrong. You will see.

And if Thrush and the
Secret Three join forces...

what will happen to
our new democracy?

To the people of Querido?

- Two of them?
- Si, colonel.

- He's the one, the one who shot.
- Both of them, to the firing squad.

Now, wait a minute.
I didn't try to kill her.

Get me to Señora
Abaca. She knows who I...

Un momento.

Americano? English?

Señora Abaca, she sent for me.

The Angel of Querido
sends for a man to kill her?

What kind of a fool
do you think I am?

Well, take me to
her. She'll explain.

The Secret Three.

Revolutionaries.

Now they hire foreign killers to
overthrow our great democracy.

Take him to the firing squad!

I wasn't hired by
the Secret Three.

We are ready, mi presidente.

- Ready for what?
- The firing squad.

How can my own
brother be so stupid?

Carlos, stop them.

But they tried to
kill you, Angelita.

- The one, the foreigner, he had the gun...
- Foreigner?

I told you. The Secret Three
have help. Foreign help.

Capitán, the foreign
one, bring him up here.

- You had to call for U.N.C.L.E.
to help us? ANGELA: Yes, I did.

And if you are too pigheaded
to admit the truth, I am not.

But without consulting me?
Without asking my advice?

I asked and I asked and I asked. I
begged you. You would do nothing.

Now perhaps you will face
the fact that we need help.

All right, you say you are
from U.N.C.L.E. Prove it.

You contacted a man
named Waverly, correct?

Anyone would know the name.

Open Channel D, please. Take it.

What proof is this?

Open Channel D.
Code 1 scrambled.

Waverly here.

Ask him. WAVERLY Mr. Kuryakin?

- Señor Waverly?
- Who is this?

Angela Abaca.

Oh, yes, yes. How
are you, my dear?

I assume Mr. Kuryakin
found you. Good.

Oh, and happy birthday.

Thank you.

Everything under control?

A few minutes ago, the
president's wife was almost killed...

with a Thrush-modified rifle...

which confirms your
suspicions that Thrush

is supplying the
revolutionaries with arms.

Yes, I daresay.

There's a great deal of oil in
Querido and Thrush wants it.

So I was not wrong.

Unfortunately, I made
rather a display of myself...

which means I won't be able to
operate in secret from now on.

- You're asking for help?
- Naturally.

Yes, and as quickly as possible.

If Secret Three had succeeded,
there would be a revolution now.

Obviously, they will try again.

Oh. Well, Mr. Solo?

Well, I regret missing
the birthday party.

Very well, Mr. Solo will contact
you when he reaches Querido.

Oh, and Señora Abaca?

- Yes?
- May your next birthday be less explosive.

So...

Señor Kuryakin.

Now that you are with us...

what can you do for my country?

- I can take your wife out of it.
- What?

You're their target,
not your husband.

We have an army.
We will protect her.

Yes, the way you
protected her today, huh?

Señor Kuryakin, I
understand and I agree.

You agree to what? I
will not leave my country.

Querida, Señor Kuryakin is
right. Our people worship you.

They know it was you who's
responsible for their laws, their liberty.

If anything should happen to
you, there will be such chaos...

the Secret Three would
destroy our government.

No.

My place is with you.

I will not leave.

This prisoner, bring him
here. I want to question him.

Perhaps he can tell us
who the Secret Three are.

- Now.
- Hmm.

Señor Kuryakin, you will have
to work with us openly now.

We have very little choice now that you
have made yourself the hero of Querido.

Whoa, hey. Ha-ha-ha.

If only they knew my allergies.

The price of becoming a hero.

Uh, please tell the president I will be
a little late for this evening's meeting.

But what will I say to him?

He has been waiting for two
days for this man to show up.

He will demand to
know where Mr. Solo is.

That's what I'm
about to find out.

Bravo and olé.

In Querido...

uh, bullfighters are out and
Kuryakins are definitely in.

You were supposed to contact
me. Where have you been?

Here in the capital,
uh, selling my services.

You'd do better if you
found a good tailor.

We soldiers of fortune try
to retain that casual look.

I've been selling my services
to the junta, or trying to.

You haven't got any lead
on these Secret Three?

Your prisoner hasn't talked?

No, he's too frightened that Thrush
might reach him, even in prison.

Well, then, you shouldn't
leave him in prison.

You should send him
back to the Secret Three.

As a matter of fact,
send both of us back.

Both?

All I ask is that when I'm arrested, that
I be put into the cell with your prisoner.

Ah.

And then be given a
moment of adequate privacy.

I'll let you know when
I've won his confidence.

Abaca's soldiers
can turn their back...

and we can make a small,
deceptive, immediate jailbreak.

The prisoner will lead you
straight to the Secret Three.

- Mm-hm.
- Ha-ha, maybe.

- Kuryakin.
- Hmm. And you face the moment of truth.

Who is this Abaca?
This presidente?

Is he any better than the
dictators you had before?

We survive.

Democracy. Heh, heh,
he robbing you blind.

At least we have something
to rob. Before, we have nothing.

And what about her?

Who is this Angela Abaca?

You think she cares for you?

She comes from this barrio.

From this street.

Once, she danced in my
cantina. She does not forget us.

Oh, no, she does not forget you.

Heh, heh, she does not forget
you in the presidential palace...

using Abaca, this tyrant, this
dictator to get what she wants.

- Money and power, huh?
- You pay and you get out.

Why? Because I tell you the
truth about the Angel of Querido?

Ha!

Señora Abaca, I salute you.

It's about time.

Angela, I'm begging you as your husband.
I'm ordering you as your presidente...

I am going out.

I've stayed in the palace two
days. That is two days lost.

You and you and you.

What have you accomplished?

And this Solo, what
has he accomplished?

If you cannot get the assassin
to talk, he will not either.

Now I will try.

What is that? Where's my car?

If you insist on exposing yourself,
this is the car that you will use.

It is safe, señora. Bulletproof.

And what confidence would my people
have to see me ride around like a criminal?

They have got to
see I am not afraid.

I will not ride in that.
Bring me my own car.

Por favor...

Bring me my own car or I
will walk through the streets.

Carlos.

I will go into the barrios. I
will speak to the people myself.

- Get her inside.
- Señor Kuryakin.

I have asked for help,
now I demand help.

You bring the Señor Waverly here.
Perhaps he will do what you cannot.

Yes, maybe Mr. Waverly
is the answer.

Open Channel D, please.

If I've been harsh with you, I
am sorry. But my country needs...

Don't apologize. You were right
to ask Mr. Waverly to come here.

What is this?

But there's no one here.
What are you doing?

Please be seated, señora.

I must apologize
for this deception...

but it was the only way
of ensuring your safety.

Have a pleasant flight.

You are kidnapping
me? How dare you.

If you'll give me a moment,
I'll explain. Mr. Waverly...

I have no wish of any explanation. I
wish you to stop this plane right now.

Do you understand? I
have to be with my people.

Señor Kuryakin...

I must make you understand
I have to be with my people.

I must get off this plane.

What can I do?

What can I do?!

You can fasten your seat belt.

Junta? What do I know of
a junta? A Secret Three?

Enough to lead me to
them once we're out of here.

And how do you plan to get out?

Have the Angel of Querido fly in
that window and carry us away?

You, out.

He doesn't look like
the Angel of Querido.

A... Again? I... I won't
answer any more questions.

You are right. You will not.
- No, I...

You wish to see the junta?
They wish to see you too.

Move.

Put that on.

- It's not my style.
- Put it on!

Abaca's soldiers will be
searching everywhere.

You'll never get away.

- Penitentes.
- So the poor peasants believe.

Now who would stop
such a dedicated sect...

one that does
penance for their sins?

No one, not even the soldiers.

Hmm. So you can move
through the city at will.

And, Señor Solo, we can
move our prisoners at will.

This way. Come with me.

It's time to fasten
your seat belt again.

Is the prisoner allowed to ask
to where it is she's being taken?

A remote village in Switzerland.

Unpopular, even in season.
But for that reason, safe.

No matter how unpopular,
I will be recognized.

- Not as Mrs. Kroll.
- Mrs. Kroll?

You're my wife, who has
to have complete isolation...

due to the fact that she's
suffered a severe emotional upset.

And Paco?

Does he know where I go?

No one knows, not
even General Abaca.

- But he is my husband.
- It's the only way to insure your safety.

If he knew, he might try
to communicate with you.

And the agents of the
Secret Three could be anyone.

Servants, the telephone
operator. We couldn't take that risk.

Señor Kuryakin, do you
realize what you have done?

Paco cannot govern by himself.

I am the one who stands by his
shoulder. I help him, I guide him.

Paco has great need of
me, now more than ever.

And my people have
great need of me.

They have great
need of you alive.

They will think I
have deserted them.

No. Not when they've read
your statement to the press.

My statement?

Yes, uh...

"The strain caused by the
attempted assassination...

has necessitated Señora Angela's
traveling abroad for a prolonged rest...

so that she may
regain her strength...

to continue the fight for
democracy and freedom."

- I wrote it myself.
- It's very good.

Thank you.

But understand one
thing, Señor Kuryakin.

Neither you nor U.N.C.L.E. will prevent
me from getting back to my people.

I presume you are
the Secret Three?

We are honored that
you have joined us.

Unfortunately, our plans
have suffered a slight delay.

Well, if we're going to talk, it's a bit
awkward addressing you in the plural.

There will be no talk.

We have one question to ask you:

Where is Angela Abaca?

Unfortunately, that is the
one question I can't answer.

- He's lying.
- Perhaps.

Forget about Angela. Find out what
U.N.C.L.E. knows about our plans.

- Numero uno, this man can...
- We are wasting time. Get him out.

Quite so.

We hardly got past
the introductions.

I still didn't get your name.

Take him away.

Darling, our supper is here.

- Darling?
- I'll be right out.

I hope Frau Kroll will find
here the rest she needs.

I'm sure she will.

Darling?

- Come and sit down.
- Good, I am famished.

What is it? What
have you ordered?

Ah, Frau Kroll, it is a
very light Swiss pudding.

Yes, but it is chocolate. I
don't like it. Take it back.

It looks very good.

On second thoughts,
you had better take it back.

It appears to have
something in it.

Herr Kroll, a paper.

How could that have
happened? I will bring another.

No, no, that's all right,
it will do. Bring it back.

I'm very fond of
chocolate pudding.

- That was very clumsy of you.
- Yes, it was.

I should not have tried
anything quite so obvious.

The dinner will get
cold. Shall we eat?

Darling?

We found the fort in the hills.

And just as you
said, it is destroyed.

At the risk of shattering
your optimism...

they wouldn't store all
their arms in one place.

Not with Thrush
guiding their strategy.

And the Secret Three
are still very secret.

Well, not to you.

You said you saw them,
you spoke with them.

You must have some clues.

Mm-hm.

One, a ring the size of an egg.

A ring in the shape
of a bull's head.

- The head of a bull?
- Mm-hm.

With ruby eyes.

Are you sure?

Well, it wasn't the kind of
ring you'd find in cereal boxes.

Is that it?

Mm-hm. Yes, that's it.

Vinay.

I presented that ring to him
myself when I became el presidente.

What conceit.

He does not even take it
off when he plots against me.

Wait, he's fighting today.

We will arrest him...

and execute him.

That seems to be the one solution
here in Querido, the firing squad.

If you're after the Three,
get the Three, not the One.

- Let Vinay lead you to them.
- Yes, yes, of course.

I'll send my men to the
corrida. They will follow him.

Now, you will send only one man.

Me.

While Vinay is in the bullring,
I'll go into his dressing room...

and check to see if there
are any notes, leads, letters.

If not, I go where Vinay goes.

And after last night, there'll be
another meeting of the Secret Three.

He saw you. He knows you.

Well, it won't happen
again. I'll be careful.

Very well.

Show Mr. Solo out.

Carlos.

In a few moments, Napoleon
Solo will leave the palace.

I want you to assign your best men
and follow him wherever he goes.

Olé! Olé!

Vinay, we are ready.

Vinay, what's...?

Solo.

I knew it. I knew it.

The moment you escaped,
I knew we were in trouble.

Excuse me. Haven't I
met your voice before?

- Aren't you one of the Secret Three?
- You'll never live to tell.

No, no, that's not quite right.

It's the Secret Two now.

Vinay.

Our mistake was
going on ahead...

knowing that
U.N.C.L.E. was involved.

- We all learn from our mistakes.
- I have.

Get Numero Uno. He will
have to decide what to do.

And a five and a three.

- Ha-ha, lucky.
- Skillful.

Luck is merely applied skill.

Kuryakin here.

Mr. Kuryakin?

In exactly an hour, a plane
will be at the airport there.

You and Señora
Abaca will meet it.

And the revolution is over?

No, Mr. Kuryakin, it is
not. But your part in it is.

You will deliver the señora to your
replacement and report back to me.

She managed to get
a message past you.

She communicated with
someone in Querido...

that much we know.

She can no longer afford
to remain where she is.

And she can no longer
afford to be under your care.

Have you any idea
how she managed it?

Well, that you can find
out later, Mr. Kuryakin.

Now you will follow
my instructions, please.

That is all.

Yes, sir.

Be so kind as to get
your things together.

No. I will not go with you.

- Herr Kroll, your lunch is ready.
- You will pack immediately.

- No. WAITER: Herr
Kroll, your lunch is ready.

Manuel, Mateo.

Then he did get my message.

Deny what you will. You killed
Vinay. Your mission is to kill all of us.

Now Numero Uno will see.

It doesn't matter where this
Kuryakin has hidden Angela.

Kuryakin? Where did
you ever get that idea?

We know that he has.

- And you know where they've gone.
- As a matter of fact, I don't.

You are lying.

Does Numero Uno tell you
everything? Obviously not.

Otherwise, you'd have known
about it when he was killed.

I will not hear
any more of this.

Besides, why would he kill him?

The same reason he'll kill
you, if the revolution succeeds.

Elementary mathematics.

There can be only
one Numero Uno.

He is coming.

Tell me something.

What's the prize in this game?

Why would Vinay risk his neck
to overthrow this government?

Hmm? And Martine?

It's very simple.

Between the both of them,
they've stolen half of Querido.

The new government have
made them give it back.

- Hmm. By order of Angela.
- By order of Angela.

Two very powerful men brought to
heel by a dancing girl from the streets.

And Numero Uno?

Oh, yes, Numero Uno.

You'll have a chance
to ask him yourself.

Señor Solo.

- Come, there's no time to lose.
- You're wounded.

Yes, but hurry. The junta
men will be here soon. Come.

Quickly.

He tried to stop
me. I had to kill him.

- Martine?
- What else could I do?

When he saw I was not the
one he expected, he fired.

Come, you will have
to drive. I can't. Hurry.

Martine knew that
Kuryakin has Angela?

The junta is
efficient, Mr. Solo.

Very efficient. Only three
of us knew about the plan.

- How did you get here?
- Paco.

He told me to follow you.

He was afraid and he
had a right to be afraid.

What is wrong, Mr. Solo?
We have no time to lose.

Smells flooded.

And you've been
following me all the time?

From the moment you left the
palace. But I lost you at the bullring.

- How did you know where I'd gone?
- I saw you drive off with Martine.

So I came as quickly as I could.

But Numero Uno was quicker.

What do you mean
by that, Mr. Solo?

I could have sworn he
reached Martine's ranch.

In fact, I know he did. I heard his
car. Martine went out to meet him.

But this was the
only car in the drive.

Yes, Mr. Solo, he
did meet Numero Uno.

And then there was one.

Correct.

And Numero Uno killed Martine.

Now, when I turn you over
to your friends from Thrush...

and you tell me where Angela's
hiding, I will be free to strike.

Drive or die.

What are they doing?

- They're arranging a little trip for us.
- But where?

There.

No.

But now that they have found
me, why not just shoot me?

And make a martyr out of you?

The last thing anyone who wants to
control the government would want.

People have to think
that you died accidentally.

What does it matter to
the Secret Three how I die?

Accident or martyr,
they will still seize power.

You're right. It doesn't
matter to the junta.

But we are not dealing
with the junta, are we?

Who else would want to kill me?

You did get a message to
someone in Querido, didn't you?

Yes, the first
night. I tricked you.

And it was not a member
of the Secret Three.

Of course not.

And whoever it was is the only person
who knew exactly where we were.

But he is my husband.

He is also, by your
own admission...

not very concerned with
the welfare of his country...

and its new laws, with
or without a courthouse.

With you out of the way, he
can govern exactly as he pleases.

No.

Angela Abaca will not die.
Not while her people need her.

Well, in that case, we'd
better think up an alternative.

Well, if it is going to be an
accident, they cannot leave us tied.

Yeah, that would spoil
the illusion, wouldn't it?

Your Numero Uno was there.

Thank you. Arrest him.

Arrest me? The head of the
junta is there, your brother.

Well, you know, I have
suspected that for quite a while...

and you have my gratitude.

Now all I have to worry
about is my dear wife.

As they say in my country:

"I've been had."

You know, we have the
same saying in my country.

Hmm. So your next question
must be, "Where is Angela?"

No, I have no further questions.
I know where Angela is.

I think we were wrong.

The wife of your presidente
does not die like this.

Bravo!

Why keep us here,
mi hermano loco?

If we are going to
die, shoot us now.

Patience, Carlos.
It won't be long.

Dearest Carlos, patience.

Mr. Solo is right, you know.

Aye, Carlos, ever since boyhood,
your fault has been impatience.

And yours was Angela.

Letting her make
a puppet out of you.

You could have been
dictator as we planned.

Instead, a weak presidente,
bowing to the people.

Yes, Carlos, you are right...

but it was a mistake
that I intended to correct.

Now, if you had been able
to control your impatience...

I would have found
a way to get rid of her.

Then you and I, brothers...

would have still shared
all the power, all the wealth.

Now it is mine alone.

I hate to be the voice of crass reality,
but you still have Thrush to deal with.

Well, their ideas of what is good for
Querido are so similar to mine, Mr. Solo...

that you need not be concerned.

Ah, my friend, in
just a few moments...

the people of Querido
will be able to see...

how deep the grief I am
suffering over my double loss.

The deceit of my own brother.

And the death of
my beloved wife.

Ah, it appears the
moment has arrived.

Listen to them.

How patiently my people have waited
for the message I promised them...

from their Angel of Querido.

You know, I'm still
debating one thing:

whether to have
the execution first...

or to read this announcement
over my wife's fatal accident.

I'd save the
announcement for last.

You may be so
overcome with emotion...

you wouldn't be able to
give the orders to shoot.

Yes, yes, Señor Solo,
I think you're right.

Would you like to hear it?

It's rather good.

By all means.

Read it.

- Angela?
- My dear Paco.

How lucky you approved
the new laws and the courts.

Because now you will get the
chance to test them personally.

Unless, of course, you
wish to rescind those laws...

and return to the
old Querido ways.

In that case, a
firing squad is ready.

No, Angela, no. You
must let me explain.

Arrest him.

Put them in the same
cell, he and his brother.

Perhaps, then, we will
have no need for a trial.

Angela, you must understand.

I do understand.

And that's what makes it so sad.

Take them away.

Angela, Angela.

Angela!

Paco, Paco.

How I have loved you.

But you loved only yourself.

I have a message for my people.

I would like you to join me.

Maybe their thanks can
tell you what mine cannot.