All language subtitles for Murderers Row [Dean Martin] (1966) DVDRip Oldies

Well, gentlemen, the dream has come true.

And not just for Republicans.

We will control the most powerful bomb
in the universe.

The sun.

When do we strike, not at a model...

...but at Washington itself?

We will strike within 10 days.

Thanks to our colleague here,
the first man ever...

...to break the security of American
Intelligence and Counter Espionage.

He has cracked the I.C.E., so to speak.

And now we have positive identification
of all their top agents.

These gentlemen have ceased to amuse me.

- Still their voices forever.
- What?

Kill them!

I'm cold.

Wait till you get your costume on.

Well, you're supposed to look cold.
You're Miss January.

What a way to start the year.

All right, honey, in front of the map.

Oh, I've never been to Minnesota.

You're there now and it's mighty cold,
so let me see those goosebumps.

Oh, good girl. Now a little to the left.

- I want to catch you right near Duluth.
- Why, that's my best feature.

All right, now you just
lower your left arm...

...'cause we don't want to hide
the Twin Cities.

- Perfect.
- Oh, you're some tricky fellow.

- Well, I wanted to get the real you.
- It's all real.

- All right, you can change now.
- Well, was I all right?

Better than that. Usually I have trouble
with a new girl. But not you.

You can go out the back way.

What should I do with the costume?

Drop it in the ashtray.

- Good morning, Mr. Helm.
- Well, good morning, Lovey.

- Anything important?
- Just that letter from Mr. Graham.

It can wait. Have your
juice and coffee first.

There's nothing like fresh orange juice.

- Still on the calendar layout?
- Yeah.

November and December
were here last night. Just finished January.

- And February's on the way.
- You look beat.

Well, I've had a rough winter.
Now where'd we leave off yesterday?

"Dear Mr. Graham, thank you for
the kind offer to join your new magazine."

But after taking care of a few loose ends,
I plan an extended vacation.

I'm going to roam all over this
great big beautiful land of ours...

...and explore every cranny and nook...

...and hill and dale
that I ever dreamed of in my youth.

Cordially...

No, make that warmly, yours.

And warmly yours.

Lovey, what's July doing here?
I haven't even buttoned up January.

That was April.
Spring will be a little late.

Good. I'm going in and lying down.

I'm July.

I believe it.

Lovey will show you your costume. We're
going to do the Spirit of '76.

Seventy-six? Are you kidding?

- I'm only a 44.
- Well, that's patriotic enough for me.

- Hello.
- Matt? MacDonald.

- Look, we're in a terrible jam.
- Well, so am I.

- Matt, listen, you've...
- I'm hanging up.

- Matt, the situation is desperate.
- You're telling me. February isn't here yet...

July is four months early,
and April's three months late.

Thirty days has September.

I got under the blankets to warm up.
January's such a cold month.

I never thought I'd live to say this, but
all I want to do is lie down here quietly.

I'm tired. Now be a good girl
and go on home.

Well, that's not the Matt Helm
I heard so much about.

It does seem a little ridiculous, doesn't it?

But I mean it.
Now you go on out like a lamb.

That's March.
I want to wish you a Happy New Year.

I'm glad you talked some sense into me.

What's this?

Now you've done it.
We're going to take the plunge.

Oh, I just had my hair done. Let me go!
I think I'd better walk in.

- Oh, no.
- Let go of me.

- We'll go in together.
- Let me go.

- Let me go, please.
- Not the Matt Helm you've heard of.

Thank you, Furnas.

So long, Matt.

I just can't take any more, Lovey.

To Matt Helm.

- You're late.
- Thanks.

I'm sorry I missed my funeral. How'd it go?

Great. The tears
would have done your heart good.

Matt Helm is dead,
and he's going to stay dead.

- Now just a darn minute.
- That's direct from the White House, Matt.

- I ain't voting for him again.
- It's up to you.

Shall we look at some pictures?

- Your own drive-in movie.
- There's a car just like this waiting for you.

- Where?
- We'll get to it.

Hey, double feature.

That's the French Riviera, Matt.

- Cannes, to be exact.
- You're exact.

Hey, Valley of the Giants.

That device they tried to kill you with
was developed by our own scientists, Matt.

It's called a helio-beam.
That's the man that invented it.

- When did he find time?
- His name is Dr. Norman Solaris.

He's been vacationing on the Riviera.

How did you tear him away from the lab?

He's been working
on this invention for years.

And now he has a super helio-beam.

- I figured he had something.
- This beam can knock out an army, Matt...

...a city, a continent!
It can bring peace or complete annihilation.

It's a dreadful responsibility.

I can see it's weighing heavily on his mind.

Two days before he was supposed to meet
with the President...

...Solaris suddenly disappeared.

Defected, kidnapped, we don't know.

- Maybe he was just worn out.
- Just vanished without a trace.

Have you looked under any beds?

Matt, whoever has Solaris
is trying to build that beam.

- We haven't got much time.
- Any leads at all?

This is a rare type ore, Matt.

It's called helio-magnesium-X4.

I liked the other measurements better.

This X4 is essential
to the operation of the super-beam.

There's a huge load of it on its way now
across the Mediterranean.

You find out its destination,
and we believe you'll find Solaris.

You'll be operating out of Monte Carlo.

- Mighty pretty country down around there.
- Her name is Dominique.

- You'll be working very closely with her.
- As close as I can get.

And by the way,
your name will be James A. Peters.

Matt, now I'm going to throw you a curve.
And it's a big one.

If you find Solaris, we want you
to get him out if you can, naturally.

But if you can't,
you're gonna have to kill him.

We can't risk what he knows
getting over to the enemy.

- Why do I always get the fun jobs?
- Because you're the only one I can trust.

Matt, for the first time, there's
been a break in the security in I.C.E.

There's a traitor among us. A double agent.

That's why only two people know
you're still alive. Me and the President.

And that's why you'll be operating
strictly on your own.

You can't even contact me.
You understand?

Right.

And, Matt, one other thing.

What I just said to you about Solaris
applies to you as well.

- I don't get you.
- Matt, they can brainwash a vacuum cleaner.

They'd have you killing for them,
you wouldn't even know you were doing it.

So if they grab you,
you get in a jam you can't get out...

I understand.

- Good boy.
- I ain't going.

Good old Mac.

Put me down!

You don't have time to sit around drinking.
You've got work to do.

Yes, it's me.

Imagine doing that
to a beautiful bottle of booze.

I figured this was the surest way
to get your orders to you.

Contact Dominique immediately.
Hotel du Gide, Avenue St. Germain.

Shut up! I'll fix you, boy.

I'll join the AA,
and you won't have anybody to talk to.

You say one word and I'll kill you.

Now you're talking.

Stop it!

No matter how many times
I stare at the sun setting on the Riviera...

...it never fails to excite me.

Especially if a young girl with nothing on
is sitting there, too.

You can be such an angel.
And I may arrange it.

Mister. Monsieur.

- Mister will do.
- Got a little fire?

Where shall I start?

I never forget a face.
I think I saw you in a movie, a drive-in.

No, I work in a record shop.
Are you a friend of Dominique's?

Oh, no. A fellow from the States
asked me to say hello.

- I don't think she's in today.
- Oh, no. She's out.

- Thanks for the light.
- Don't mention it.

By the way, who shall I say was calling?

I don't think
it would mean very much to her.

Coco.

It is a beautiful sunset.
Now there's something for all of us to see.

After I graduated Yale,
Dad wanted me to come into the firm...

...but I said,
"No! I want to make it on my own."

So he gave me $250,000
in traveller's cheques and here I am.

Hi. Still looking?

Dominique hasn't come in yet.
I don't know where she is.

- This is dancing?
- It's called a discotheque. You want to try?

Well, I don't disc.

Oh, that's great.
And you said you couldn't dance.

You'll break something. Up.

It's like directing traffic.

- No!
- No?

Don't you think
we should be introduced first?

- Hey, now you're swinging, dad.
- Dad?

- He calls everybody Dad.
- Don't he know?

It's a wise son who knows his own father.

The way they're wearing
their hair nowadays...

...it's a wise father who knows his own son.

He came here right from Dominique's
apartment. He's dancing with a girl now.

No, I have no idea who he is.

Maybe we'll find out afterwards,
from his widow.

- When did you see her last?
- Who?

You mean Dominique? I don't know.
Sometime today.

Why?

Mademoiselle, we regret to
inform you, Dominique has been murdered.

- Dead?
- Yes, mademoiselle.

An American was seen
driving a Thunderbird.

I hate a guy that wears jewellery.

I must protest.

- Thanks for the help.
- An American?

Yeah. Why?

- You speak English?
- Very well.

- Yes.
- You're under arrest.

That's him. That's the man.
No doubt about it.

- You are positive?
- Absolutely.

He's the one we saw
leaving that poor woman's room.

Thank you, Monsieur Wall.

- And you, madame?
- Now just a doggone minute!

I got some rights, too.
I am an American citizen.

We will play the Star-Spangled Banner
when you're in the electric chair.

Then I have to stand up.

Madame Duquette,
can you identify this man?

She can.

Perhaps. Perhaps not.

Naturally, one wants to be sure.
A man's life is at stake.

The truth of the matter is,
I was watching the sunset.

No matter how many times,
it never fails to excite me.

I really couldn't be sure.

You're a sweet, warm,
wonderful human being.

We still have one more witness.

What is this, Bastille Day?
You know, where I come from...

I have the right to be
picked out of a lineup.

And so you shall.

All right, line up over there.

Don't tell Mum about this.

Here we are, Patty, Maxine, and LaVerne.

- We're ready, Captain. The girl is outside.
- Send her in.

She'll never be able to tell us apart.

Take your time, mademoiselle.
And do not be afraid.

Who's afraid?

It's not him.

It's not him.

Got a little fire?

It's not him, either.

Are you certain? Look again.

I'm positive. He's not the one.

How about you, Monsieur Orcutt?

I can't tell. I was under water
a good deal of the time.

I have never been surer of anything
in my life.

Well, we're very civic-minded and all that,
but it is getting late...

...and if there's nothing else we can do here...

Good night, Captain.

Come along, Julian.

Maybe we can find somebody for you
to run over on the way home.

I must ask you to stay available to us,
Monsieur Peters.

Thanks, fellas. We made a great team.
Bonsoir.

Bonsoir, LaVerne!

No, I'm Maxine. That's LaVerne.

Arrivederci.

- Why did you lie?
- I have my reasons.

I don't want him in jail.

The visiting hours are so inconvenient.

But why did the girl lie?

I have to talk to you.
Meet me at my place in an hour. Okay?

Wait a minute. Hold it. Not so fast,
little girl. How come in there... How come?

At the pool today. When I said thanks for
the light, you said, "don't mention it".

- Yeah?
- So I didn't.

I just had to make sure, Billy.

A person doesn't want to make a mistake
about something as important as that.

Who is it?

- Your old dancing partner.
- Come in.

Cute place you got here.

I've been waiting for you.

The room service ain't bad, either.

I want you to come over to my side.

- I'll make it worth your while.
- You already have.

She hired you, didn't she?

She had you kill Dominique.

- Who?
- Who?

Coco Duquette.

You've done other jobs for her, haven't you?

- Well, if you say so.
- Where's Norman?

- Norman?
- Come on, you owe me one.

- Norman Solaris. Where is he?
- I never heard of him.

All right, get out of here.

Now I know why you took me off the hook
with the police.

You thought I knew something
about this fellow, Solaris.

That's right.

What's he to you?

What's the difference?

Look, Coco had something to do with this.

She's a bad guy,
and she's capable of anything.

And what are you?
You think I'm a murderer...

...you lie to the police on a chance
that you'll find your boyfriend...

He is not my boyfriend!

Norman Solaris is my father.

He's never wanted it known. Vanity, I guess.

I'm sorry to disappoint you,
but I don't know anything about it.

Now you figure it out for yourself.

If this Coco girl hired me to do the job...

...she wouldn't have shown up
at the police station.

And I ain't no murderer.
Now, what makes you so positive she is?

Jealousy, revenge.

My father and Dominique
were good friends for a while.

Then Coco came along.
Coco wanted him for Coco.

She really fell for him?

He was here on vacation. Vacations end.
Coco didn't want it to.

Look, maybe I'm all wrong.
He can take care of himself.

Only this time...

I don't know. I've got the funniest feeling
that she's mixed up in it somehow.

I figure that if anybody's the heavy...

...it's her husband, that Monsieur Wall.

They're not married.

You mean they hate each other like that
for nothing?

She and Julian Wall have been together
for years.

She flaunts her little side trips
in front of him.

- I think it's part of the arrangement.
- Nice people.

Rich people.

That island out there, he owns it.

Shipyards, boats, yachts.

- Barges?
- A whole fleet of them.

I think I'll come over to your side.

I don't have very much to offer.

- You're putting me on.
- I didn't mean...

I didn't think you did.

But we'll think of something.
In the meantime now...

...don't you go telling anybody
about your family tree...

...'cause whoever grabbed him
might grab you.

And if there's any grabbing
to be done around here...

I demand an explanation.

What is the meaning
of this nocturnal assignation?

Is he rehearsing for a play?

I think it's only fair to advise you, sir,
that I have boxed three years for Yale.

Well, I think that's very sporting of you
to warn me, old boy.

- Good night, Miss Magnolia.
- Good night.

I intend to stand guard here
for the rest of the evening.

Don't look at me. I'm going out
to place a big bet on Harvard.

Stay where you are.

If you try to escape, we will shoot.

Well, welcome to Disneyland.

Forgive me, but I don't believe
I got your name at the police station.

Peters. Jim Peters.

I sell American postcards. No offence.

What are you doing here?

To tell you the truth,
I was having a barbecue.

I ran out of charcoal.

I am going to keep doing that
every time I hear an answer I don't like.

Shall we try again?

What are you doing here?

I heard rumours around the waterfront...

...and I figured if I got something on you,
it might be worth money to somebody.

- What rumours?
- About some kind of ore.

Now that was a good answer.
I liked that one.

I'm glad.

Now can you give me one good reason
why I shouldn't drop you to the pavement?

Certainly: I'll get killed.

Besides, I can tell you
where I get all my leads.

Where?

Not while I'm up in this shovel, mister.

What were you doing
in Dominique Avignon's apartment?

A fellow in the States,
he gave me her number.

39-26-34.

The girl from the discotheque, we know
you were in her flat last night, too.

- We will have to do something about her.
- I tried. Nothing.

What do you think? Shall I?

Why? We can always kill him.

Your way takes longer.

I think we should check him out
with our contact in Washington.

There may be more to Mr. Peters
than meets the eye.

True.

Although what meets the eye isn't bad.

Wrap him up.

You I like.
And you, you'll come along nicely.

Crazy fraternity ring.
Phi Beta Ripper or something?

James A. Peters.

Postcard salesman.

About 6'2", dark hair.

You can reach me later at headquarters.
That's all.

We thought our troubles were over
when we got rid of Matt Helm.

Maybe they are.

Don't kill him until we find out who he is.

We don't want to kill a perfect stranger.

Nobody's perfect.

Dr. Rogas, have you anything to tell me?

- I'm afraid not, sir.
- And what about the computers?

They've tapped the preliminary formula,
that's all.

We still don't have the bending principle.

Some garbled equations are coming out,
but we need Solaris himself to explain them.

And he still won't crack.

Then make him crack. I don't care
how you do it, but make him crack.

Now that final shipment of X4 is on its way.

The minute it gets here, we strike!
We have got to have that beam!

Yes, sir.

No reason we can't be civilised.

I never touch the stuff.

Are you sure you won't join me?

- I can't stand a drink that's hot.
- We have no fridge.

I was afraid you were strictly an iceman.

Icemen are out of business.

Nowadays they're using refrigerators
to chill everything.

There are other ways.

See?

- Cuckoo.
- Coco.

Crazy.

Sometimes.

Bottoms up.

I can hardly wait.

You mind turning off your head?

That's better.

- I take it back. Turn it on again.
- Stop!

I ain't as fond of you as you think.

- He's awake.
- Bring him up.

On your feet!

You know you're beautiful
when you're angry?

There's a whole new breed
of scientists today.

They smoke, drink, swear, play around...

...but they won't answer
one simple little question.

How do you destroy Washington, D. C?

I hate you for what you're doing to him.

Your way didn't work.

You stick to your television programs,
and I'll stick to mine.

The call from Washington, sir.

Good. I'll take that call in a moment.

Here's where we find out about Mr. Peters.

Stand right there.

All right, put that Washington call through.

- Hello.
- Go ahead.

I have the information on James A. Peters.

That's not his name. It's an alias.

His real name is...

Repeat.

His real name is Petrone.

Lash Petrone. A Chicago hood.

Pretty handy with a gun,
according to his record.

Top torpedo.

- What is he doing here?
- He can't come back to the States.

If he does, his ex-wife slaps him in jail
for back alimony.

- Any children?
- No children.

Two dogs: The poodle and the missus.

Well, what about your organisation?
What is happening at I.C. E?

Some kind of shake-up's in the works.

MacDonald is on his way over there.
Be careful.

Well, what for?

I have the protection
of Chicago's top torpedo.

That's all. Thank you.

It would be rather amusing
if Mr. MacDonald were to be...

What's the expression?
Rubbed out by a fellow American.

I think you will enjoy
working in our organisation, Mr. Petrone.

- What's the pay?
- We'll discuss that another time.

There won't be any problem.
There are so many fringe benefits.

Do we have any photographs
of Mr. MacDonald?

- I'll look.
- Do.

I would like to show them to Mr. Petrone.

You may take him back to his room now.

No, you wait here.

I will want you to run over and check
on that discotheque a little later on.

Did I tell you?

Since you're already wanted
for one murder...

...we didn't think you'd mind
if you were wanted for another.

That girl. What's her name?
The one you were with last night?

- Suzie?
- Yes.

She is rather naughty, you know.

And she seems to have
a grudge against Coco.

And evidently she knows a bit too much
about what's going on around here.

So you have sent her a little gift today.

- Mademoiselle Susan Hamilton?
- Yes.

For me?

Look at this. It's beautiful.

- From Billy?
- No.

"Thanks for last night. Jim Peters."

Welcome to Monte Carlo.

- It wasn't what you think.
- It never is.

Cigarette.

I'd offer you one but
it's the last one I got.

Oh, fun. The Jolly Green Giant.

And don't ever let me do that again.

I forgot to warn you.
I'm the fastest I.C.E. In the West.

There. You win on a foul.

Sorry, Frank.

- I must vigorously protest!
- Me, too. They're trying to kill her.

Give me the keys.
Shut up. Just give me the keys.

We came in Suzie's car.
It's over there. The little black one.

- Great.
- It has safety belts.

For bullets?

It's all right. It's the police.
We're saved.

Saved? They think I knocked off Dominique.
I haven't got time to argue.

Attention, French Police.

Don't shoot. I've got an
innocent girl in the car with me.

That's the French for you.
They don't believe any girl is innocent.

We lost them.

Now I can sit back and enjoy the view.

Here, put this on.

I guess I owe you my life. Thank you.

Thank you? That's it?

Well, all's well that ends well.

- I'm scared.
- Good thinking.

If you can read this, you're too close.

Slow down!

Hold on.

Go ahead, baby, cry it all out.

And to think some guys
can't stand to see a girl cry.

I got to get back on that island.

Your father's very much alive.
And I want to keep him that way.

Alive?

I don't know exactly where
they're keeping him, but he was breathing.

He's alive! Thank you. He's alive.

Yeah, he's alive. Boy, is he alive.

You know what I want you to do for me?

Get me a boat.

Six, seven, eight, nine...

Now you stay on this boat and you wait.

And if you see or hear anything
that isn't me or your father...

...you get out and get out fast,
you understand?

Why are you doing this?
I mean, really, why?

'Cause I'm one of America's
top secret agents...

...and I don't want B.I.G.O.
To take over the world.

Come on, I'm serious.

You ask a silly question...

Just remember, Suzie,
nobody dies for nothing.

Not me, not your father, nobody.

Be careful.

You can do better than that.

Yes, Mr. Wall,
the entire shipment has been delivered.

- It is already being energised.
- Good.

This is Julian Wall...

...advising you that the final shipment
of X4 has arrived exactly on schedule.

It is being processed.

I promise you that within the hour...

...the capital of the United States will be...

...destroyed.

I will keep in close touch with all of you.

Well, Rogas?

- Solaris has begun to talk.
- Good.

We've learned how to curve the beams...

...but we still don't know
what triggers the joining mechanism.

- What do you mean?
- There's one equation missing.

- He won't budge.
- Well, make him.

- He's very weak.
- Make him!

Make him! I give you one hour.

One hour, Dr. Rogas!

- Halt!
- Certainly.

Well, if it isn't Frosty the Snowman.

No, you may not leave the room.

What are you, a traffic cop?

The pigeons are gonna love you.

I'm terribly sorry, I seem to be lost.

Mr. Wall sent me to interview the prisoner.

And I just can't seem to find my way.

Thank you so much.

Thank you.

Much obliged.

Six...

...seven, eight, nine, ten.

You did a fine job, pal, but I'm afraid
this is the only thing that'll get...

...both of us out of here.

Daddy.

What are you doing?
You're trying to kill him.

Penny for your thoughts.

Daddy, are you all right?

Well...

...he has a daughter.

We have been working on the wrong Solaris.
Bring them up.

Instead of being pushed around,
I ought to get a medal.

- A medal?
- Yeah.

I knew she was Solaris' daughter.
That's why I saved her life...

...and brought her here.

I figured she was more valuable to you alive.

Very good.
I don't believe you, but very good.

Dr. Solaris...

...there seems to be a missing equation.
Now may we have it?

- No.
- Come now, Doctor.

Men of goodwill have done a perfectly
dreadful job of running the world.

Perhaps it's time for a change.

Admit it.

- I can't do much worse.
- I think you can. I have faith in you.

Mr. Wall,
an urgent call from our Washington man.

- Yes?
- We're here in Monte Carlo...

...MacDonald, the whole group.
I think he's on to something.

- Kill him.
- What?

Kill them all.
Set up your apparatus and destroy I.C.E.

I had no chance to bring the apparatus.
There was no time.

I don't care how you do it.
I want MacDonald dead now.

- MacDonald.
- Why don't you let me handle him?

I would, but I just don't think
you're going to live that long.

Dr. Solaris.

She certainly has good taste.
She picked my chicest outfit.

Well!

- You look stunning.
- Thank you.

I believe just a dash of red.

Yes?

Watch the dress.

Well, Dr. Solaris...

...in a little while,
Washington traffic will be at its height.

Operation Scorch
will kill a great many people.

We call it Operation Scorch.

Catchy title.

It's up to you, Doctor.

My colleagues are waiting.

Where do we begin?

You talked me into it.

You get MacDonald
on one of those things and I'll talk to him.

We'll play a little game, "What's My Line?"

May I?

I deal in services
and I'm bigger than a breadbox.

Now who am I?

He's Matt Helm.

We got a winner.

- You are dead.
- I'm beginning to believe it.

I'll tell you what,
I'll make a deal with you.

You call off the heat,
I'll call off the I.C.E.

I'll tell MacDonald you were wiped out.

They'll go on home.
That'll give you and me more time.

Crazy?

Traitor.

No doubt about it.

I like it.

A call just came in on our
special frequency. Get it back.

And monitor the call.
If they try to trace us, jam them.

Would you fill this up?
I always like to take a straight bourbon...

...before I talk to Mac, 'cause he...

...wouldn't recognise me if I was sober.

We're ready with the call, sir.

One wrong word, wrong inflection...

Thank you.

Mac, it's Matt. I got news.

Matt, are you all right?

Couldn't be better.

As a matter of fact, I'm standing here
having a nice little...

- ...glass of bourbon.
- What's news about that?

Celebrating.
I just thought you'd like to know that...

...well, mission accomplished.

Solaris alive, and happy ending USA.

Great, Matt. Great.
Fill me in. How was it? Pretty rough?

Well, you know, it was warm for a while.

What's a little heat among friends?

- I'll tell you all about it.
- Okay, Matt.

Good boy. You wind up things at your end.
I'll meet you at the new headquarters.

- I'll see you back in Washington.
- Right, bye.

- Congratulations, Chief.
- Save it.

Matt Helm never took
a drink of bourbon in his life.

And the new headquarters
are at Baltimore, not Washington.

He must have said Washington
because that must be the hit.

Give the order
to evacuate Washington. Now.

Hold it. Hold everything, just a second.

One other thing. Matt also said:

"What's a little heat among friends?"

Heat among friends.

Padgett, Levinson.

Butler, Furnas, Whitmo.

Furnas.

Well done, Mr. Helm.

There may be a place
in our organisation for you after all.

Mr. Wall. Urgent.

Yes.

I monitored the call as you ordered.
Something came in after you finished.

- From Furnas.
- Well?

I could barely hear him.

He said: "Matt Helm's call was a trick.
Some kind of code.

"MacDonald knows."

He also said:
"We won't be hearing from him anymore."

Take him.

MacDonald knows, does he?

Well, he's too late.

Dr. Solaris...

...are you going to tell us
how to operate your invention...

...or would you rather see
your daughter tortured to death?

The next one will be closer.

No, it doesn't go with the outfit.

What a way to finish.

For a guy that drank booze all his life
to end up like a milkshake.

Stay.

I have one spear left, Doctor.

Don't tell him. Don't
look and don't tell him.

Wait.

It's all set.

Let her go.

She will be our guest for a while.
Take her to the guest quarters.

I'm waiting.

The beams are on their way.

Wait a minute.

I want to watch this.

I want to see him get what's coming to him.

- Well, I don't know. We better...
- Please. He tried to kill my father.

Okay.

It's remarkable equipment.

Dr. Rogas invented it. I'm his nephew.

Please.

When the selenium rectifier retracts,
the oscillation increases.

You don't say.

It breaks down the rheostatic vibro-voltage
to a minimal. 360...

- ...on the oscilloscope.
- Cute.

Magnesium transformer.

Multivator circuit, inverted radium shield.

All absolutely impregnable
against dust, heat, cold...

- ...rust, erosion. Bulletproof, too.
- Wow.

Attention all power units, this is Dr. Rogas.

There has been a failure
in the multivator circuit.

Man your respective stations
for an immediate check...

...of the entire V.T.V.M. System.

The selenium rectifier, the C.R.T...

...the multivator frequency,
the energised oscilloscope. I repeat.

The selenium rectifier.

You. Cover the door.

I'll finish the job myself.

Hey.

- Knock it off.
- That's what I say, Charley, knock it off.

Maybe it's this one? Or this...

- No, don't touch that. That's the magnet.
- What?

The magnet.

- Well, I was only trying to help.
- But don't touch that.

Matt! Behind you.

The boat! I'll get the boat!

- And now if you'll excuse me, Doctor.
- No.

You are right.

I give up.

I can't go on.

Seven, eight, nine...

- Where's Wall?
- It's no use.

He's controlling the beam
from the hovercraft, out there.

They're right behind us, sir.

- Well, shoot back.
- With what?

Good shot.

If he aims like that at Washington,
he'll hit Pittsburgh.

He's yawing!

I don't feel so good myself.

Mr. Matt Helm.

Our Operation Scorch is on its way.

No, nothing can stop it now.

Go ahead and shoot.
I have failed, just shoot.

If you say so.

- Clever.
- If you say so.

Excuse me.

Who's ahead?

The game is over.

There they are.

Naturally. I majored in navigation
while I was at Yale.

It's Billy!

A boat and a helicopter.
I'm sending all my kids to Yale.

Polka dot shorts!

The only way to fly.

- It was a marvellous welcome home party.
- Yeah, and the party hasn't even started.

- Oh, yeah?
- I like being back in America.

I love it. I love every nook and cranny.

Every hill and dale.

Easy, I get a little ticklish
west of the Mississippi.

One thing I really do miss, though,
about Monte Carlo...

...being able to take a plunge in the water,
any time, day or night.

Welcome to the Riviera.

It's an ambush. Let's get out of here.