All language subtitles for The Man From U.N.C.L.E. S02E01 The Alexander the Greater Affair (1).eng

Biological and chemical warfare has been
getting a bloody nose in the world press.

But I think we're
gonna change all that.

Okay.

This is the Army's new will gas.

Code name: BG30.

With this gas, we can chemically induce
our opponents to lose their will to win.

Now, you see? An angry
dog becomes docile.

And no side effects.

It's ready for testing
on human beings.

I don't think I have to draw
you gentlemen any pictures...

as to the far-reaching
psychological applications to all this.

What's going on out here?

Where'd that truck come from?

Security guard. Security guard.

Gentlemen, be careful
on the way back.

Oh. Here you are, Mr. Alexander.

We don't know what
happened around he...

We're sending you gentlemen back in
separate cars as a security precaution.

I'd appreciate it if you'd
treat this as top-secret.

Stop here, please.

Yes, Mr. Alexander.

- Time for refreshments.
- Yes, Mr. Alexander.

If I may be permitted
to say, Mr. Alexander...

you could use a few
days of relaxation.

You've been working
very, very hard lately.

I have a few more steps of
my plan to be executed, Parviz.

It's not so simple to
conquer the world today...

as it was for
Alexander the Great.

Life is a great deal
more complicated.

But this gas should
make things easier for me.

These films just came in on
the relay from base security.

They were taken
outside the laboratory.

These gentlemen
are clear at this point.

However, I've detailed men
to check them out completely.

Now, here's our Mr. Alexander.

Very different kettle of fish.
Somewhat of a mystery man, it appears.

He owns an industrial empire.

Finance, shipping,
chemicals, mining.

Yet nobody seems to
know much about him.

Well, I'd say that the Army's
public information program...

on biological warfare was
off to a rather shaky start.

They invite three of their top suppliers
of chemicals to a private showing...

and then one of them
steals their newest product.

Other than the
process of elimination...

is there anything else that points
directly at our Mr. Alexander?

Oh, yes.

About three-quarters of a gallon
of BG30 will gas was stolen.

A briefcase full?

- Well, that's quite an assumption.
- Yes, isn't it?

Alexander was the only
one of the three men...

carrying a receptacle large
enough to hold that amount of gas.

This stone tablet.

What have you found
out about this tablet?

Our Archeological
Department recommends...

that for a definitive
analysis of the markings...

we should submit the
tablet to a Mr. Kavon...

at the Artifacts Library at
the University of Athens.

Well, that seems a reasonable
place for you to start, Mr. Kuryakin.

See if you can discover how
it relates to the stolen gas.

- Which leaves me with...
- Mr. Alexander.

Mm-hm. WAVERLY:
We have his local address.

It's very important to
recover the gas, Mr. Solo.

Enough of it was stolen
to cause considerable

difficulty if
handled improperly.

Its composition is top-secret.

Anyone who possesses
it could have it analyzed.

Well, I'll find Alexander,
and if he has the gas...

I'll be sure and
ask him to return it.

Move, move,
please. Hurry, hurry.

Ah! Oh! Oh!

For that, no tip, my
friend. No tip at all.

I hope Mr. Alexander
makes his flight in time.

Just call for our car, please.

Hey.

Please stop that girl.

Allow me.

I have an appointment.

You can tell Alexander
he knows the price for this.

And put away that gun.

- Wait! Don't open that.
- Why not? I've earned it.

These are all the papers
we sent him, Arnold.

For 18 months, I have been trying
to serve him with a subpoena...

and get my settlement
papers signed.

For 18 months!

You mean, that's why
you stole that briefcase?

To force him into a
meeting with your lawyer?

Exactly. He is crazy.

I mean, really crazy.

He thinks he's some sort of modern-dress
version of Alexander the Great.

- Now, now, Tracey.
- And I gave him my inheritance.

- I must be crazier than he is.
- Tracey. Tracey, please.

Now, you will further inform Mr. Alexander
that Mrs. Alexander's inheritance...

from her former husband,
the late maharajah of...

- I don't mean to interrupt.
- What's the name of that country?

But I am neither with
or for Mr. Alexander.

- Oh?
- I'm Napoleon Solo, with the U.N.C.L.E.

Ah. My favorite charity.

Listen, dear, I'm sorry, but I'm
afraid I'm already overcommitted.

Mr. Solo is with a secret
international organization.

- Really?
- Yes.

And we're interested in
finding out about Mr. Alexander.

That'll take an organization.

But if there's
anything I can do...

Could you tell us about
his business activities?

Well, I... I know that
he's very successful.

Uh-huh. Is there anything else?

- He travels a great deal.
- Ah.

Good. Do you know where
he happens to be going now?

Well, he usually goes to his
villa in Alexander's Greece...

about this time of the year.
And then he disappears.

He's a creature of habit.

Well, thank you for your
help, Mrs. Alexander. Mr...?

- Claxon.
- Claxon.

Why can't we join forces, Mr. Solo?
After all, I am his estranged wife.

And that should
count for something.

Well, that's very tempting, but
I'm afraid it's a bit too dangerous.

Well, if you can't
see yourself clear...

Good luck, Mr. Solo.

Well, thank you.
Good luck to you.

Taxi.

Follow that spy.

Very odd piece you
have here, Mr. Kuryakin.

I have the acid-test
results from our laboratory.

Oh, no, no, no. No, thank you. I
prefer to run my own tests, you know.

Can you make a
preliminary evaluation?

Oh, no, not yet. In a
day or two, perhaps.

You see, I'm not as
fleet as I used to be.

An old athletic injury.

I got it playing lacrosse
when I was an undergraduate.

I'm very sorry to
hear that, professor.

It is Mr. Kavon.

Of course.

You see, I was an instructor of Humanities,
but the universities forced me out...

because of my social theories.

So I turned to archeology,
an old avocation...

and I became a
world's authority.

Thank you for your cooperation.
I'll be in touch with you.

What do you think of the
human condition, Mr. Kuryakin?

I'm in favor of it.

Via London is now in its final
loading stages at Gate 1 1.

Passengers of Flight
10 to Madrid via London...

please report to Gate 1 1.

Your husband wants to
see you, Mrs. Alexander.

That's not necessary.
Put it away.

Alexander has opened his villa.
He's giving a reception tonight...

in honor of his neighbor, Prince Phanong,
and his French wife, Princess Nicole.

What's the matter?
You lose something?

Yeah, if I'm lucky.

Dimitri, you and George,
around to the other buildings.

Passengers for polar
route Flight 9 to Paris...

may now board at Gate 15.

I believe this piece
of baggage is mine.

I know what you want.

I may give it to you. I'm
almost prepared to forgive you.

Forgive me?

You deserted me.

I admit it was a
novel experience.

No one has ever dared
to do that to me before.

But Alexander the Great did, on
occasions, forgive transgressors.

I will forgive you.

Well, since you
put it that way...

You might try to remember that it
is he with the power who forgives.

Oh, yes, I will.
You can count on it.

Now, I don't want to seem to
be too unromantic or anything...

but I would like back
what I put into our marriage.

You remember,
the million dollars.

A million dollars
means so much to you?

Well, when it's the only
million dollars you've got, yes.

Say, I just happen to have a copy
of the settlement papers right here.

There is one condition.

Perhaps I should
call it a favor.

Let's just call it a condition.

What is it?

The party that I'm giving tonight to
honor Prince and Princess Phanong...

has special significance for me.

The princess is
an admirer of mine.

The prince, however, is an
obsessively jealous man...

who misinterprets the
princess's appreciation of me.

Well, just how much
does she admire you?

- She worships me.
- Really?

I allow it because I think it's healthy
for a young girl to have an idol.

Exactly what is it
you want me to do?

It's important that you
hostess this party...

and keep the prince's
mind off his petty jealousies.

You will do this small thing
for me and I will sign the paper...

after the party.

Thank you. That
is a promise, isn't it?

So it shall be written,
so it shall be done.

All right, I'll go through the back.
Keep an eye out for Alexander's wife.

She may be around
here somewhere.

Avoid her.

I will.

Good hunting.

And then no one has
ever seen him since.

Excuse me.

How do you do?
I'm Mrs. Alexander.

Oh, I've heard a great deal about
you. I am Illya Kuryakin. At your service.

Will Mrs. Kuryakin
be joining us?

Please, do not neglect your
other guests on account of me.

You're... You're not Count
Kuryakin by any chance?

Of course.

Well, then you must
let me get you a drink.

No. No, thank you.

But you must be thirsty
after that long flight in...

from the Balkans, wasn't it?

From America.

I own a chain of radio
stations in Oklahoma.

Have you been there?

Well, no. I've never been there
myself, but my friends who have...

tell me you get wonderful
radio reception there.

Really?

Make sure the doors to the
garden and other rooms are all open.

Hurry up and do that, please.

Music.

Lights.

Rainfall.

Tranquilizer mist.

Ah. I'll take his word for it.

How do you get
back to this party?

Can you show me?
I'm having a great time.

Yes, I see you are, sir.

Yes, sir. Yes, sir. The
party is over this way.

- Are you having a good time?
- Yes, very good.

- Thank you for the escort.
- You're welcome.

Call me. You're a
good-looking guy. I like you.

New York.

New York. I remember him.

My pistol. Dimitri.

I see you two have
found each other.

Mr. Solo.

I've been spotted.

Well, she's everything
you said she was.

Oh, no.

You're not another spy.

Well, it may be very
good espionage...

but it is very poor manners.

Ladies and gentlemen.

It's time for our game of chess.

Will the pawns come out, please?

Those of you who wish to
play the remaining pieces...

will find the proper accoutrements
on that table over there.

Would you honor me by
taking position as my queen?

Of course.

As your host...

it is my responsibility
to play any challenger.

Please, my reputation
is somewhat overstated.

Won't someone please
accept the challenge?

I'll accept the challenge.

That man. An U.N.C.L.E. agent.

Oh, really?

The question is,
can he play chess?

White moves first, Mr...?

Solo.

Pawn to King Four.

Pawn to King Four.

Knight to Queen's Bishop Three.

Knight to Queen's Bishop Three.

Queen to Knight Eight.

Looks like I have you
in check, doesn't it?

You're bluffing.
That can be fatal.

I'll take your queen.

Rook takes queen.

Well, we all have
to make sacrifices.

Knight to Bishop Seven.

Checkmate.

Bravo. Bravo!

Bravo.

The first game
is yours, Mr. Solo.

To the victors.

Of course.

Waiter.

Just how do you want him killed?

I have something much
more interesting in mind.

I'll call Athens and
arrange for a rematch.

- Are you still going to the rock quarry?
- Yes. You will meet me there tomorrow.

Our host just
disappeared into the house.

Scusi.

I will kill any man who makes
indecent advances to my wife.

Let this be a warning to you.

Well, I tell you, you're in
luck that I'm a busy man.

I found this in his
incense burner.

My settlement papers.

I was so close.

If it wasn't for you two spies, I'd
have my papers signed by now.

- Where is he?
- Gone.

But I happen to know
where his driver's taking him.

Uh-huh. Where?

I'll show you. It's just a
few hours' drive from here.

Of course, I have to
change my clothes.

I wouldn't be caught in a
rock quarry wearing this.

No, it's too dangerous a
trip for a frail thing like you.

I won't tell you where they're
going unless you take me with you.

I'm not above blackmail.
That's part of my charm.

We took the turnoff at Athens just so
my wife could see a rock quarry here.

She's not gonna give me a moment's
peace unless she can see a rock quarry.

- I'm funny that way.
- I don't understand English.

I don't speak Greek. I...

- You're very sneaky, you know that?
- How'd you do that?

Go.

What do you want with us?

Did our son send you?

Your son?

Alexander. He keeps
us prisoners here.

He was here a few minutes
ago, and then he flew away.

He does that every other week.

Comes and stands in
the opening of the tunnel.

Doesn't say a word.

And then he flies away.

Oh, come on. Let's
get those chains off first.

- Just let me... SOLO: Why
don't you come over here?

- Sit down over there.
- Thank you very much.

All right.

- Careful.
- Just sit down there.

We certainly appreciate this.

- I'm Harry Baxter. SOLO:
How are you, Harry?

- Napoleon Solo is my name.
- This is my wife, Miriam.

How do you, Mrs. Baxter?

This is Illya Kuryakin.
He'll pick your lock.

- I need a hairpin. SOLO:
And this is Tracey Alexander.

She's your son's wife.
Did you know that?

Oh? Oh, how do you do, my dear?

How do you do? It's in name
only. We're separated now.

Well, I do hope you don't
judge the whole family...

because of what
Alexander has done.

No, no, no. Here, now
let me wipe your forehead.

You must be very warm.

Why did Alexander put
you in here in the first place?

I don't know.

Three months ago, he invited me
and my wife to come and see him.

And he made us promise that we
wouldn't tell anybody we were his parents.

We thought he was ashamed of us.

He wouldn't even
use the family name...

and it's not like his
own father was a failure.

Why, we own a large
appliance store in Dayton, Ohio.

Well, anyway, we came over and he
said, "Get dressed, I'm taking you out."

Then he hustled us in
here without hardly a word.

I don't know why.

You sacrifice all your
life to raise a child.

Your ankle's a little bit
swollen. Here's your hairpin.

We'll take care of it in Athens.

Let's get out of here. - Yep.

- Here, let me...
- Here you go, Harry.

Just hold on there.

All right, keep your
heads down and hold on.

Can we lose them in the tunnel?

Bandits at 3 o'clock.

I'll try an evasive action.

He must have hit our gas
tank. We're almost empty.

Let's make a stand.

Brace yourselves.

Hey.

I cut my finger.

- Are you all right?
- How are you?

- I guess so.
- Sorry about the noise.

Oh, he's always
been such a good boy.

Really, he never did
anything like this before.

How are we going
to get out of here?

I'll bet there isn't an auto
club in the whole country.

I'll simply put in a call to U.N.C.L.E.
headquarters in Athens and...

Here you are. A one-way
ticket to New York.

Oh, you can't do this to me,
you beast. I'm a lady in distress.

Well, as we say around the office,
you've outlived your usefulness.

Stop thinking of your
own selfish interests

and start thinking of
my selfish interests.

Now, I want my million
dollars back from Alexander.

And I wanna get the
BG30 gas from him.

It might cause you
to get in the way...

and sometimes when you
get in the way, you get killed.

Oh, I don't wanna
hear any more reasons.

By the way, what do all
those crazy numbers mean?

- You don't know?
- No.

- What is that?
- Um, here.

Overseas relay signal.

- Probably from New York.
- Really?

Mr. Solo?

We've checked out Alexander's
family under the name of Baxter...

and haven't found
anything unusual.

What do you have to report?

Well, the Athens office has
checked out the villa and the quarry...

and hasn't found
anything new either.

How will you proceed?

I think we should refer back
to the stone-tablet inscriptions.

We're meeting with Mr. Kavon
at the university this afternoon.

If we find anything
positive, I'll report back.

Good. I'll be waiting, Mr. Solo.

I have Alexander's
parents aboard the plane.

Where's Tracey?

You know, I'm glad
you asked that question.

That's fascinating, Mr. Kavon.

Would you mind
explaining it to my friends?

Welcome back, Mr. Kuryakin.

My associate, Mr. Solo.

How do you do?

I was just telling your
charming associate here...

about the carvings
on the tablet.

But if you would
step over here...

you would find it a little clearer
on this enlarged photograph.

Don't you find
carvings exciting?

You wouldn't rather be
somewhere more comfortable?

New York, for instance? Hm?

I think I have a more
promising future here with you.

And I'm a very determined girl.

She's everything you
said she was, Illya.

Now, by my findings, the
tablet, it would appear...

comes from a tomb
built to honor Spyros...

an ancient Greek
god of morality.

What is the significance
of the number on the stone?

- Very puzzling.
- Where is this tomb?

Spyros was never
a very popular god...

and it is only recently that
the Ministry of Culture...

uncovered the entrance.

It is on the Island of
Minos, not far from here.

Thank you, Mr. Kavon.

I have a feeling we'll find all
of our answers at the tomb.

Wait. You're not
leaving without me.

Goodbye, doctor. Goodbye.

But I can be of great help.

Of course, you realize that the
Spyros tomb has not been fully explored.

There are several
passages and chambers...

that have not been
officially uncovered.

And it is possible...

Possible that somebody found
one of the main chambers...

and is keeping it a secret.

Well, then perhaps you would
consent to be our guide, Mr. Kavon.

Oh, no. Thank you. I would
only slow you down in your work.

On the contrary, you'd
be a great help, Mr. Kavon.

Very well.

The truth is, I find the academic
side of all this very intriguing.

Thank you.

Good, I'll just go change
and meet you at the tomb.

We must be careful as to where we step.
- I can't see wh...

Because the citizens
of ancient Hellas...

Cobwebs.

Arranged the passages
in their sacred temples...

so that if an infidel
were to trespass...

he would... Please.

Unwittingly trap himself by
stepping on the wrong stone.

Well, isn't that hideous?

Look out! SOLO: Wait!

That was rather nice.

- We'll have to try it again sometime.
- It's my pleasure.

Yeah.

This is one of
the traps, all right.

Someone must have
stood on the wrong stone.

- How are we going to get out?
- Do not be too concerned.

There are several passages that
will lead us to the entrance eventually.

Ah, after you.

Watch it. ILLYA: Watch it.

Odd, isn't it? - Really.

I hate to bring up annoying
details, Mr. Kavon...

but I have a distinct feeling
that we're trapped in here.

Yes, it would seem
that way, wouldn't it?

Yeah. Huh.

Mr. Solo, your flash...

These... Here is
something interesting.

What is it? What?

- What is it?
- This looks like a code.

What does it say? KAVON: Hmm.

Mm-hm. Mm-hm.

Mmm.

"Push here."

Oh, no! TRACEY: My goodness.

Shall we go this way?

The first game
was yours, Mr. Solo.

I think it's time for a rematch.

My first move.

Mr. Kuryakin!

Plays a very fast
game, doesn't he?

Yes, and by his own rules.

Your move, Mr. Solo.

Over here, Mr. Solo.

I got it. One for
you and one for me.

And one to spare.

I'll take the one to the right.

Too bad, Mr. Solo.

Now it's my move, Mr. Solo.

I'll take your knight
and your queen.

One of these corridors
will lead you to your friends.

The others...

Well, your move, Mr. Solo.

I see you found
your way here safely.

I couldn't miss it.

It's the only
temple on the block.

Where's our host?

You're right on time.
I like that, Mr. Solo.

Good. I thought it might be nice if
we all got together for a little chat.

Why don't you put the
weapons away, Mr. Solo?

Mr. Kavon has a gun
pointed at your back.

- Mr. Kavon. SOLO:
I'm sure he has.

But when he triggered the
mechanism in the corridor...

I took the opportunity to jam
the firing pin in the revolver.

Please. Thank you.

I assumed you were
trying to lead us into a trap.

How did you assume that?

First of all, the stone tablet
came from Alexander's rock quarry.

I recognized the
mineral composition.

Also, I noticed Kavon
walked with a shuffle...

which may indicate that the
man spent some time in chains.

I had our office check with the
state-prison security system...

and he does have a record.

Rather elementary.

I'm glad I didn't
have to ask him that.

A relatively simple
piece of detective work.

No, it isn't.

He's doing very well.

While you're at it, what are
all those numbers about?

Oh, the Ten Commandments.

Ten Commandments?

Yes, he broke the eighth commandment
when he stole gas from the Army.

In case you don't know,
that's "thou shalt not steal."

And number five, honoring his
mother and father at the rock quarry.

And number seven, coveting
his neighbor's wife at his villa.

You're very well
organized, aren't you?

I'm sure Alexander will
explain the details later.

Shall we move out
into the lobby, or...?

That game of chess taught me
something about you, Mr. Solo.

Like most people, you think that victory
can be won by simple direct moves.

You'll never be a great man.

Checkmate, Mr. Solo.

Take charge of them, Parviz.

Over there, on your back.

- There?
- Over there. Quick, on your back.

Back.

You see, you've only
scratched the surface, Mr. Solo.

I am breaking the
universal law of morality...

The Ten Commandments if you like.
- -but for a special reason.

That's good. I'd hate to see
all that energy go to waste.

I decided to initiate
a great design.

I elected to break each of
the moral commandments...

and plan it that when I broke
the last commandment...

I would have a power base
from which I could rule the world.

Well, it takes all kinds
to conquer the world.

In my own grandiose way...

I have broken every
moral commandment.

Except number seven,
which you interrupted...

but that will be executed
in fairly short order.

And number six,
"thou shalt not kill."

Anyone we know?

Possibly.

I'll kill him myself and
walk away a free man.

It's all part of my master plan.

From that moment on, I
will be Alexander the Greater.

No one will stop me.

It's going to be a
fascinating experience.

- What are you going to about Tracey?
- Tie them together.

Mr. Kavon... My Aristotle, if you like.
- -and I are on our way to Washington.

Goodbye.

And you know how awkward it is
to get space without a reservation.

Lower the scimitar.

I'm going to show
you the heritage...

of the ancient cultures
of the Mediterranean.

Well, I tell you, I really wouldn't
want to inconvenience you here.

Beautiful, is it not?

It's razor-sharp, of course.

It's a new steel process.

I get 15 to 20 times more use
out of each one of these blades.

Operates on the principle
of the lowering pendulum.

Each swing lowers it a
few inches until eventually...

Of course, there are some
people who might say...

this is torturous.

Well, I tell you, I really never
listen to what people say.

Mr. Solo.

Just the same, I shall
relieve your anxiety.

Lower the rope of Pericles.

This is a little
something we use...

for those who commit
sacrilege in our tombs.

Raise them.

Faster, faster. TRACEY: Ah!

Tie it off.

You see, the candle will
burn through the rope.

But that is not all.

Bottomless, of course, Mr. Solo.

There you are.

I believe that should help
take your mind off the scimitar.

Come. MAN: Okay.

It's no use.

Now what are we gonna do?

Well...

Uh...

The best we can.