All language subtitles for The Man From U.N.C.L.E. S02E26 The Project Deephole Affair

What happened?

Kuryakin may have known
we were following him.

He and his companion
ducked into the hotel.

Did you get a good look
at this Dr. Remington?

No.

Yes. MAN: Solo just arrived.

Thank you.

Where are the rest of the good guys?
- About one block away.

They expect us to come out in
exactly four and a half minutes.

- I'm Napoleon Solo, Dr. Remington.
- Hi, how do you do?

Uh, how many of the bad guys?

One car at first, but there's
more than enough of them by now.

Now remember, we want this
Dr. Remington more or less alive.

Now get everything
set up in the back alley.

They may just try to escape
through the back entrance.

What room is he in?

They're in the two
windows up there.

All right.

It's the manager.

All right, get ready. I've got an
armored taxi cab waiting out in front.

Our people will
give us covering fire.

Mr. Conway.

Who is it? MANAGER: It's me.

I'll, uh, be with
you in a minute.

Look, Harry, I can't get
it up for you right now...

but I will have it tomorrow.

Yeah, yeah.

So please, will you
call off the dogs, huh?

Mr. Conway, I came for the
you-know-what that's overdue.

I'll, uh, be right with you.

Look, Harry, there's a
business associate at the door.

So I'll see you tomorrow, huh?

And please, don't forget
about the dogs, right?

- What is it?
- The rent.

Oh, yes. Yes, that.

Well, I'm having breakfast
with my business accountant.

And we will discuss
it in full detail.

Narcissus.

Give me a hypodermic dart.

Someone has just provided
us with an unexpected decoy.

Take the doctor out front.

All right, let's go.

Napoleon, Illya and Dr. Remington
just reported into headquarters.

Good.

I wonder what I
should do with him.

We're ready for you
in the infirmary, sir.

Will you excuse
me, Dr. Remington?

I'll be back in a moment.

Dr. Remington will be staying
here at headquarters tonight...

as a security precaution.

Uh, what does Thrush want with
a geologist like Dr. Remington?

All we know is that
a Russian geologist...

was killed in a
Thrush kidnap attempt.

His specialty was sedimentation.

He and Dr. Remington are
the two top experts in that area.

Uh-huh. So Section One assumes that
Thrush might make an attempt on Remington.

Yes.

It appears that Thrush has a new top-secret
project we don't know anything about.

And they're desperate enough
about it to try to steal some expert help.

Well, possible.

Our guest was injected with
a harmless Thrush sedative.

He'll probably sleep
through till morning.

What have you learned
from security research?

"Harry 'Buzz' Conway.
Age, 35. Occupation, none."

Or rather, many.

He's formerly a disc
jockey, used-car salesman...

door-to-door seller of
encyclopedias, dealer in Las Vegas.

I see. Nothing more
sinister than that?

The only organization interested
in Mr. Conway's whereabouts...

is one dealing with the
collection of old debts.

Mr. Conway has several.

Well, gentlemen, you've certainly
got your work cut out for you.

I think you should
deliver Dr. Remington...

to the California Geology Society
conference by tomorrow afternoon...

as scheduled.

Thrush is certain to make
another attempt to take him from us.

We can't keep him
locked up indefinitely.

Besides, he's the key to
whatever it is Thrush is up to.

Might be nice to uncover it.

Of course, Section One realizes that our
assignment is becoming rather complicated.

Yesterday, they didn't even
know what he looked like.

And today, Thrush thinks that
Buzz Conway is Remington.

Yes, don't they?

Hello. San Francisco
calling? Yes, this is she.

Yes, Mr. Elom.

Narcissus.

I've just received
your telegram.

I'm very disappointed.

Well, so am I. Don't
worry, Mr. Elom.

We'll get him next time.

Dr. Remington is
essential to my project.

The U.N.C.L.E. now undoubtedly
will guard him even more carefully.

But I'm sure you
will get him for me.

Hmm.

I've been thinking a
lot about you lately.

And what do you think, Mr. Elom?

I like you.

Oh, really?

I've never said that
to anyone before.

Leon, I would like to see those
films from the telescopic gun camera.

I've been waiting out
here for two hours.

Be quiet. Where are those
photos of Dr. Remington?

These pictures aren't much help.

Draw the curtains.

Remington received his Ph.D.
and went directly to the Pyrenees.

Where, for reasons
certainly beyond me, he

stayed in seclusion
for the last six years.

Writing his article
on sedimentation.

I suppose one must
love rocks or something.

- He looks young.
- He is.

He certainly isn't
much to look at, is he?

Napoleon, I think it is time to deliver
unto Dr. Remington a change of apparel.

I'll, uh, put a man
on it right away.

Thank you.

There must be some...

Oh, dry cleaning,
huh? Sure, I'll take it.

Uh, just put the tip on my bill.

Your scheme is very
convincing so far, Napoleon.

- Yes, isn't it? ILLYA:
I have one question.

Our victim is obviously
bewildered and confused.

How do we know he'll take
the flight to San Francisco...

- and not just cash in the ticket?
- Mm-hm.

Harry, Buzz Conway.

I told you I'd call you
in the morning, huh?

Uh, look, uh, how about, uh...

say 40 bucks? Just
a show of good faith.

And, Harry, if you give me the car
back, I'll pay you the rest in no time.

What happened? I'm still
trying to find that out myself.

Okay, see you
tomorrow, Harry. Right.

Oh...

Harry, uh, something
just came up.

Um, something pretty terrible.

Now, I can't tell you about it.

Everything's still a little blurry,
so I have to leave town now, Harry.

Goodbye.

- When do we leave for San Francisco?
- I have you booked on the noon jet.

The same one he'll be taking, of
course. I've requisitioned a private jet.

And I'll be waiting for you at
the San Francisco terminal.

Pardon me, doctor.

What do I do now?

Well, nothing, I just wanted
to get you off the hook.

- Did you ring, Dr. Remington?
- Yes.

I'll have another one, please.

Oh, I'm sorry but you're
only allowed to have two.

Oh.

Well, why don't you, uh, join
me and we can share one?

Oh, I'd like to, but
regulations, you know.

Ah.

Don't be too unhappy,
this will keep you company.

- Well, thank you.
- It's not from me.

An unknown admirer.

Thank you.

Any New York papers, please?
- Yes, sir.

Thank you. WOMAN: Thank you.

Flight 49 nonstop from Los
Angeles, now arriving at Gate 14.

- How was the flight?
- Second class.

Snob. Here are
the keys to the car.

Let's see if we
can draw them out.

I'll meet with you at
the first checkpoint.

Announcing the
arrival of flight...

Have, uh, you heard anything on the
news about the Remington murder case?

No, I haven't.

- Dr. Remington?
- Well, yes.

Well, I mean, yes,
yes. How'd you know?

The tag on your suitcase.
I'm Napoleon Solo.

The geology conference steering
committee has asked me to escort you.

Well, that's very nice of
you, but it won't be necessary.

We have a lovely hotel picked
out, it's quite a drive from the airport.

After you.

Isn't this a roundabout
way of going downtown?

I thought you might like
to see our air pollution.

Where did you get this?

Stewardess gave it to me.

Hmm.

May I see it?

Sure.

- What's the matter?
- Mind if I keep this?

Be my guest.

Fill it up. I'll be right back.

- Thrush homing device, of course.
- Mm-hm.

If they've followed us by radar, I
expect they'll be moving in at any minute.

- How long have you been waiting?
- About 30 minutes.

It's a trick. They aren't following
us, they've been following you.

Wait.

The attendant attached
a drone control to the car.

What's going on here?
What are you doing?

I think I can brake
the car to a stop now.

I've spotted what looks
like the control car up ahead.

I'm gonna follow it.

When you're not quite so busy...

there are a couple of
questions I'd like to ask you.

Where do I find Elom
Industries' office?

- Twenty-eighth floor, sir.
- Thank you.

- What's the noise? WOMAN:
That elevator's out of order.

A lot of our tenants have
been complaining about it too.

He's on his way up.

You can get off
here, Mr. Kuryakin.

Those weren't your men?

Of course not. They're insurance
salesmen from the next floor.

The one in the middle
used to play for Green Bay.

All right, where do
we go from here?

Take him to Mr. Elom's office.

He'll be able to tell us where
they're keeping Dr. Remington.

- He's going to want to see you.
- Yes, I know.

Where are you gonna be?

Well, it may not be easy, and I
might have to get tough with him...

but I will see if I can get an
appointment with my hairdresser.

Close the door.

Are you trying to blind
me? Close the door.

That's better.

Would you like a cold cup
of turkey soup, Mr. Kuryakin?

No, thank you.

I want Dr. Remington.

No, thank you.

I must have Dr. Remington.

- Why must you?
- Project Deephole.

And what is Project Deephole?

Let us just say I'm engaged
in a beautiful project...

to penetrate deep
inside Mother Earth.

Cool, dark, secure.

Where we all belong.

Some of us more than others.

Where are your people
hiding Dr. Remington?

No, thank you.

Leon...

be persuasive.

That's a little more persuasion
than I had in mind, Leon.

The guy in the hotel wasn't dead,
and I've been set up as a decoy.

Well, you've got a lot
of nerve, you know?

Thank you.

Yeah, well, watch closely
because I am going to exit.

I am walking out of this room
and nobody's gonna stop me.

Not you or your strange
organization or anybody else.

The door is locked.

Now listen, Buzz.

We didn't want Thrush to
come in here and take you.

The moment they saw you
come out of that hotel window...

you were a marked
man. If we let you go...

they would have picked you up,
realized their mistake, and killed you.

At least this way, you had our protection
and you performed a valuable service.

I guess you're right.

Uh, Dr. Remington is certainly a
more valuable person than I am.

Why should you expose
him to this kind of danger?

Uh... Why do they want him?

Well, uh, evidently, they want
some help with their new project.

Now, we don't know
what that project is...

but we want to find out.

Of course, if there's, uh,
anything I can do to help...

I don't know how I
could have been so petty.

- Channel D is open.
- Have you heard from Mr. Kuryakin yet?

No, sir. Not yet.

Well, I would hope that
you will hear from him soon.

Otherwise, you'll have to deliver
your bogus Dr. Remington...

to the geology
conference tonight.

Uh-huh. And it looks like we'll have
to play the game just a little longer.

Yes, Thrush will undoubtedly make
another attempt on your imposter.

But that's the risk
we have to take.

Well, I have some extra men
stationed here at the hotel, just in case.

I'll report back later, sir.

Buzz, come back here.

I've had enough of your
masquerade party, Mr. Solo.

May I have the floor
plan of the hotel, please?

Now this is our floor.

And this is where we're located.

They're keeping
Dr. Remington in his room.

We'll be taking him
down the backstairs.

The van's down in the
back. They'll be waiting for us.

Stop it for a moment, Leon.

Hello.

Narcissus, where are you?

I've taken a room near
Dr. Remington, at the Carlsbad hotel.

How did you know he was there?

Hmm. My beauty salon
is in the lobby of the hotel.

They can't keep
anything from me there.

Just a moment.

Take him downstairs. I
still have some use for him.

Narcissus.

Are you avoiding me?

Of course not, Marvin.

The tear gas equipment
and the guns are all ready.

I'll be there as soon as I can.

And please, no soup,
Marvin. Gin will be just fine.

Yes. Goodbye.

Everybody just stand
still. Don't do that.

I want a clayton dramper...

- on his ferringclyde.
- Huh?

Now, if you'll excuse me,
it's just past checkout time.

Where am I supposed to sit?

I'm Marvin Elom, Dr. Remington.

- I want you to help me.
- That's very interesting.

Why?

Hidden behind that center
door is a special drilling rig.

Open the door.

I'm engaged in a project to
penetrate the Earth's crust.

Like the United
States Project Mohole.

Once I have drilled deep enough and
penetrated the crust of Mother Earth...

I can create sonic
earthquake of enormous size.

Look at that.

Our preliminary tests
created these results last year.

Right now, we are sitting on
top of the San Andreas Fault.

Once we set off our
little earthquake...

most of California
will sink into the ocean.

I fail to see the humor in that.

It's very appropriate that I use
California, the land of sunshine.

Where those disgusting people
mechanically expose themselves...

to poisonous sunlight...

in a foolish desire to
fry their skins brown.

Yeah.

Uh, what is your problem?

Your drilling problem that is.

I have run into an unusually
hard layer of sediment.

My technicians haven't
been able to break through it.

We need a geologic specialist,
like you, to show us the way.

In the past few days, I have
been duped, framed, molested...

pushed around and generally insulted,
and I've been very curious to know why.

Well, now I know why.

And now I've got some
information for you to digest.

I am not Dr. Remington.

I see.

I wanted to eliminate espionage
and get right down to science.

A collaborator of
yours, I believe?

Now, doctor, will you help us?

Look, it takes you some
time to catch on, doesn't it?

- I am not...
- Leon.

Well, Dr. Remington.

What are you going to do now?

I guess I'd better
have a look at that drill.

Where's Narcissus?

Do you suppose she didn't
get away from the hotel or...?

Is she avoiding me?

Have her report to me
as soon as she arrives.

You are cruel, Napoleon.

Well, I don't usually
wrestle with ladies, um...

I guess I lost my head.

Leaving me in there
forever. In shambles.

Narcissus...

you are just as beautiful as you
were four years ago in Portofino.

You really think so?

Yes, I think you're the most
beautiful thing I've ever seen.

Mm, tell me more.

Your people made off with
my traveling companion.

- I won't tell you where he is.
- Well, I know where he is.

There's a homing
device in his suit.

That's thoughtful.

All I want you to do is get me
past the security installations.

No.

You're quite a man.

But you'll ruin my lipstick.

Now, we'll move the angle
of the drill two degrees.

I know this sounds radical...

but from my experience, it's
the best we can do for now.

Well, if anyone disagrees, we can just
call Mr. Elom, and I'm sure that, uh...

Uh, what do you
have in mind, doctor?

I, uh, won't bore you
with it. It's very technical.

Ooh.

The homing device finder
indicates that we should go down.

Let's take the stairs.

Mm, you really did have a
homing device sewn into his suit.

- Remarkable.
- All right.

Ladies first.

Oh.

I don't think we should step on
that magnetic plate, Narcissus.

It might set off an alarm.

Remember, whatever happens
to me, we share together.

This is a nice way
to stall for time...

but what do you
know about drilling?

When I was selling encyclopedias
door-to-door, I actually read some of them.

I got up to the letter L when they
fired me for reading on the job.

Oh, doesn't look like you've installed
any warning devices here, Narcissus.

Rather careless of you, I'd say.

- You're wrong, Napoleon. There's one.
- Oh.

- Yes.
- What?

Leon!

Leon!

Oil!

The head man is upstairs.

- How did you manage to strike oil?
- I knew the drill would hit.

It was on the diagram. Private
company has the oil rights...

but that's a minor detail.

- He's been quite a help.
- We're going to need some more...

- of your expert help, Buzz.
- You're on.

We'll take the elevator upstairs.
Now, there's a fuse box in the closet.

Give us two minutes, then short-circuit the
electrical systems, including elevators.

If anybody has to come down,
they'll have to come past us...

and then use the stairs.

- You'll be guarding the stairs.
- I'll be guarding the stairs?

There's a very dangerous woman
locked in the closet in the hall.

Don't turn your back on her.

Boy, they work fast.

That's far enough,
Monsieur Elom.

Yes, I think so.

I must thank you for bringing
Narcissus back to me, Mr. Solo.

We have been apart
a long time, you see.

Sorry, darling. It looks
like it's hurray for our side.

Take these two downstairs...

and dismantle them.

I want you in my office alone.

Let go!

Me! Let go!

Narcissus.

Aah!

Oh...

We didn't have any
choice, Narcissus.

Oh, I don't care about him.

It's my fingernails,
they're ruined.

I think I'll go and
clean up downstairs.

I suppose you'll be locking me
into another closet somewhere.

No, but we'll find
something just as good.

Oh, you must be very proud of what
you've helped to accomplish, Mr. Conway.

Our San Francisco office reports
the drilling site has been dismantled...

and that Dr. Remington is now safely
lodged in San Francisco for his conference.

I'd say that is not
bad chess playing.

Helping someone has been
a novel experience for me.

I hope the novelty
doesn't wear off.

Buzz has graciously
accepted our offer of a reward...

and has made arrangements
to pay off all of his creditors.

I see. A fresh start then, eh?

Yes, I think this time I
may come up a winner.

Well, thanks and goodbye.

Goodbye, Mr. Conway.

Well, good luck, Buzz.

- Thanks.
- Okay.

Harry.

Fellas. ILLYA: No!

I've already had the man checked
out. He's from a finance company.

- Remember those phone calls Buzz made?
- Yeah.

They weren't to his creditors, they
were regarding certain competitive horses.

Harry. Harry.

Harry!

- So you suppose he'll ever catch him?
- Probably.

Their manhunt procedures are
modeled after ours, remember?