All language subtitles for The Man From U.N.C.L.E. S03E13 The Abominable Snowman Affair

Your Serenity, they are here.

And the man from
U.N.C.L.E. has not yet arrived.

Very well. They can
wait a few minutes.

This is as far as I go.
I must leave you now.

Entry to the state of Ghupat
is forbidden to all foreigners.

Well, thank you for
bringing me this far, Kunsing.

- You will be careful?
- I'll take every precaution.

Bye.

Ganesh.

The time has come.

We must say goodbye.

Yahoo! I got the ornery critter.

You go on. Go get some
help there, and go fetch him.

- You sent for me, sir?
- Yes, Mr. Solo.

I'm a bit concerned.

Have you heard from Mr. Kuryakin
during the last hour or two?

No, should I have?

I was talking to
him this morning...

and for some unaccountable
reason we were cut off.

I haven't been able
to re-establish contact.

Well, perhaps I
shouldn't ask, sir...

but what is Illya doing in
the Himalayas, anyway?

Well, it all has to do
with the succession.

I had a message from
the high lama of Ghupat.

He's a very old man.

He's worried about
his succession.

That's not U.N.C.L.E.'s
department, is it?

Not normally, no.

But the lama is a dear
personal friend of mine.

I met him years ago in India,
during my tiger-hunting days.

Oh, yes, uh, I used
to hunt the big cat.

You must remind
me to tell you...

- all about that sometime.
- I shall.

All right, don't worry.

It's only a pigeon, not Thrush.

Hmm. Speaking
of the high lama...

From him?

"Why haven't I heard from
you? My time has come.

The succession must be
carried out as ordained."

Mr. Solo, you'll leave
for Ghupat immediately.

To find Mr. Kuryakin and to
observe the succession ceremonies.

O son of heaven...

Your Serenity, the
high lama of Ghupat.

My humblest obeisances to you.

You Serenity, have
you reached a decision?

I have, my son.

The answer is still no.

You leave me no other choice.

Tashi, I remember you as a boy.

Your soul was seeking.

You worked hard.

You earned the
rank of prime minister.

Why do you wanna stain
your soul with such ugliness?

Your Serenity, it is I
who ask the questions.

Now, for the last time.

Yes or no?

No.

No!

Still, your soul is
very dear to me.

I myself will discard
this human body.

You mean you will die
of your own volition?

It is the law of nature
that man can choose

neither his birth nor
his death in this world.

But the high lama of
Ghupat is no ordinary man.

He is dead.

Kill him.

Where am I?

Now, don't you go
straining yourself.

You've been
unconscious for two days.

Now, close your eyes...

hold your nose and chugalug.

Chugalug?

What was that?

Yak-liver oil. Good for what
ails you. Been using it for years.

Now, who are you, hmm?

My name is Illya Kuryakin.

Who are you?

Don't you recognize me?

The face is familiar but, uh...

I'm Calamity Rogers.
Fastest gun in the West.

Oh, yes, of course.

Probably seen a lot
of old my movies, huh?

- I have?
- On the late, late show.

Ah, that's where all the
good movies go today.

Yeah.

Guess you're not strong
enough to get around.

I should be very soon.

Then we better tie
you up, so you can't.

Did you not read the signs?

Do you not know that entry to
Ghupat is forbidden to all foreigns?

Eh, uh...

Only with special permission
can a foreigner come here.

I do have special permission,
in a manner of speaking.

I have a letter of introduction
to His Serenity, the high lama.

The son of heaven, His Serenity,
the high lama is no longer with us.

- He is dead.
- Oh. I'm sorry.

This man who signed this
letter, Alexander Waverly?

Oh, he's the fellow I work for.
I write for a travel magazine.

So you've come here to do an
article on the abominable snowman?

Yes, I understand that there's one
in the neighborhood somewhere.

There are many other interesting things
in this country to write about, Mr. Solo.

Things your readers might
find even more fascinating.

Well, the thought, uh,
just crossed my mind...

now that the high lama
has, uh, departed...

there might be the possibility of doing a
piece on the choosing of his successor.

Well, I am afraid that no outsiders
are permitted to this sacred ceremony.

However, because you've come
here with such excellent credentials...

I shall take the matter
up with my advisers.

Thank you, I'd be very grateful.

Sir, you must be very
tired after your long journey.

Perhaps you would care to rest.

Mr. Solo.

Welcome to Ghupat.

Well, uh, thank you very
much, Your Excellency.

Amra Palli.

You will dive deep. Dive
deep into the depths of mind.

You will read this and tell me, who
is the man who wrote this letter...

and who is the man to
whom this letter was given?

Alexander Waverly is the
head of an organization...

called United Network Command
for Law and Enforcement.

U.N.C.L.E.

At the request of the late high
lama, he sent Napoleon Solo...

to oversee the succession
of the new lama.

Yes, very good,
very good. Excellent.

We must eliminate Mr. Solo.

Who can better attest to the
authenticity of the new high lama...

than the man from U.N.C.L.E.?

Amra Palli, you shall be
Mr. Solo's constant companion.

You will feed him.
You will watch him.

You will learn all his thoughts.

And all that you learn,
you shall report to me.

Hello.

I'm Amra Palli. I am
to be your servant.

Well, I must say, you're
a little more attractive...

than most of the servants
I've seen around here.

Is there anything else you wish?

No, everything I wish appears to
be right before my eyes in this room.

Curious, I've used that line before,
and it's evoked some reaction.

- Don't you even blink?
- No.

Well, if I told you a funny
story, would you laugh?

I do not laugh. SOLO: Mm-hm.

- Do you cry?
- Never.

Uh, is there anything
that makes you happy?

Happiness is a contrived and
temporary state of mortal mind.

Well, I can't disagree there.

Uh...

Do you feel anything?

Feeling? What is it?

Well, it's hard to explain.

I'll try and give
an example. Um...

I'm looking at you, and
you're looking at me.

And you feel an attraction.

Some magnetism?

Some waves?

Nothing? Mm-hm.

Interesting. Must be slipping.

Uh, if I were to kiss you,
would you feel anything?

Kiss? What is it?

Well, I'll show you.
Uh, close your eyes.

I cannot.

You can't?

Okay.

Um, lean forward.

Hmm?

- So?
- Well, that's it.

Oh, the anatomical
juxtaposition of two oris muscles...

in the state of contraction.

Yeah, well, that's another
way of putting it. Hmm.

My husband, Chang Li.

He was the minister of
external affairs in Ghupat.

Yeah, I met him when
he visited Hollywood.

We got hitched and
came back here to live.

And he was murdered by
an abominable snowman.

Well, it must've been a different snowman,
because this is my first visit to Ghupat.

Listen, have you ever heard of
an organization called U.N.C.L.E.?

- U.N.C.L.E.? U.N.C.L.E.?
- Yes.

It's a kind of
international sheriff's

posse that goes and
hunts down the bad guys.

- You one of them?
- Yeah.

And if you give me my
communicator, I'll prove it.

I have a rather important
message to send.

What's a communicator?

I must have dropped it
when I fell down the cliff.

- If you'll let me go back to the slope...
- Uh-uh. Bajo.

Untie him.

I'll send somebody up to
look for that, uh, communicator.

I want you to stay here now
to get your strength back.

I got a hunch we're looking
for the same bad guys.

You had a dream last night.

I did?

You were worried about
the abominable snowman.

A man with the golden
hair. Illya Kuryakin.

- How did you know that?
- The thought of it is still in your mind.

It is in my power
to read your mind.

Well, do you know where he is?
- I can find out.

- How?
- Do you have a lock of his hair?

No, no, I've never been a
member of Illya's fan club.

Do you have a sample
of his handwriting, a letter?

Mm-mm, no.

Or his birth date
and his zodiac?

Possibly, I could find that out.

This is a non-spiritual, non-astrological,
non-telepathic communicator.

Open Channel D.

Yes, Mr. Solo.

Have you heard anything
further about the succession?

Uh, no, nothing about that.

- However, concerning Illya...
- Have you found him?

Well, I think I could find him if you could
give me his birth date and zodiacal sign.

Ah, yes, of course.

Yes, I should
have realized that.

Well, uh, let me look up his
file further and call you back.

Back home, we call
them fortune cookies.

You break them open, you find
out something about yourself...

or what's going to
happen in the future.

Really? SOLO: Hmm.

Very interesting.

It was the vision of late high lama that
this sacred vessel contained the Obo...

the prayer mound with the inscription
pertaining to his reincarnation.

I, uh, understand the new high lama is
first to be seen astride a royal elephant.

Yes. Unfortunately, the royal
elephant has fled into the jungle.

I sent two of my best warriors to
find him, but the man-eating tiger...

The position of the
heavenly bodies.

The sun is semi-sextile to Venus.
Venus is semi-quantile to Mars.

Mars is bi-quantile to Saturn.

The place is northeast Ghupat.

Beside a waterfall known as Jaylaxmi,
there are the ruins of an ancient temple.

Within the shrine room...

there presently sits a small
orphan boy named Jami.

He is guarded by a
shepherd named Vithu...

who is fated to breathe
his last at this very moment.

It is written in the stars that Jami
is the new high lama of Ghupat.

Tomorrow, when the moon
is in bi-quantile to the sun...

and the sun is in the radix
of Saturn, we shall test Jami.

Hail, hail, all hail
the new high lama.

Why was he not killed?

Well, we looked at
him and I thought...

suppose the boy really
is the reincarnation...

then I might return in my
next life as a cockroach.

I did not think you believed
that childish superstition.

Very well. I shall
do the work myself.

Wait. Why not ask Amra Palli?

She has no emotions.

Yes, yes.

Bring Amra Palli.

Amra Palli, a task for you.

You will take this boy, and remove
him to the northeast into the jungle...

and leave him there to be
devoured by the man-eating tiger.

I hear and obey.

Your name is Jami.

Honorable father,
my name is Baku.

I know that your name is Baku.

But from this moment
on, your name is Jami.

I am ordering you.

Your name is Jami.

I don't want to be Jami.

I wanna remain Baku.

Very well.

You shall go see your mother.

Perhaps she can
change your mind.

Bring her down.

Woman, you have borne
me a very stubborn son.

Do you think of yourself
as an honorable father?

He does not bear my name,
still my blood flows in his veins.

I pray that your evil spirit
does not also run in his veins.

Do you not realize, ignorant woman,
that he will be the new lama of Ghupat?

The god-king with wealth
and power and luxury...

millions of
followers at his feet.

The high lama is the choice
of the heavenly bodies.

So far, they have chosen
my son to be an ordinary boy...

to play the flute, to
sing sacred hymns.

And when he grows, if they so please,
he will become a healer or a judge.

And an honest one.

If you do not agree...

we shall turn you into a
creature like Amra Palli.

And after that, even if you do see
your son, you will barely recognize him.

And if you touch him,
you will not feel anything.

No, no.

Honorable father, I
will not let you do that.

My name is Jami.

Mr. Solo...

may I have the pleasure
of your company, please?

We are leaving for the
temple by the waterfall.

The time of the testing of
the new high lama is now.

Is that Vithu?

Apparently so.

I guess the prophecy was right.

Remove the body. Cremate
it in scared sandalwood.

I light the first stick of
incense to guide our way.

Who are you?

- What is your name?
- Jami.

Oh, hear the sound of our souls.

Upon this tray are some of
the treasured possessions...

of the late and
beloved high lama.

Mixed among these are objects of no
value, possessions of mere mortal men.

O wanderer through
three worlds...

if you are indeed the true
reincarnation of the son of heaven...

ruler of the universe, His
Serenity, the high lama...

guide us by choosing
only those objects...

belonging to your past life.

All hail, His Serenity,
the new high lama.

My compliments to the chef. I
have never tasted a better yak stew.

Tomorrow night,
we're gonna have chili.

East is East and West is West,
and I suppose the twain shall meet...

What is it?

I've been invited to the
coronation of the new high lama.

Then it's done.

What?

I'm afraid I've muffed
my assignment.

I was sent here to observe the
selection of the new high lama...

to make sure that
there was not any fraud.

There was fraud.

- Oh?
- This boy.

That's not the real high lama.

Are you sure?

I don't know why, but my
husband was killed because of him.

How do you know?

I found a snapshot of this boy
taken with the prime minister.

My husband took it away.

He said the least I
knew, the better off I'd be.

The snapshot, do
you know where it is?

Mm-mm.

Your husband, did he say anything
before he died about, uh, any of this?

He did mention
something about the saloon.

The saloon?

What saloon?

Here it is.

All this.

It was a birthday gift to me
from Chang Li, my husband.

He's very thoughtful. No
girl should be without one.

This is from The Cowboy
and the Single Girl.

Ah, that's the picture
that made me a star.

Yes, I think that's where I
saw you on the late, late show.

The guns, are they real?

You bet your boots.

Chang Li had the finest
gun collection in all of Ghupat.

It's very impressive.

His favorite was
that Winchester '73.

Custom-made.

Isn't it a beauty?

It's from the high lama.

Something is rotten
in the state of Ghupat.

You be a good boy.

I have to leave you.

Now, don't be afraid.

Yes, Mr. Solo.
Mr. Kuryakin is a Scorpio.

He was born in the year 6532...

the year of the water buffalo
in the month of the iron dog...

at 6:30 p.m., Ghupat time.

Incidentally, I
looked up your file.

I see you're a Capricorn.

That is correct, sir.

Your forecast for the day
indicates possible danger...

in the early part
of the afternoon.

It also indicates the possibility
of a romantic involvement.

In Ghupat?

Well, it doesn't suggest any particular
place, but you appear to be in Ghupat.

Thank you, sir. I'll, uh,
be on the alert. Ahem.

He should be coming back most any
minute now with your communicator.

Heh, how's that for timing?

Is that what you've been looking
for? That teeny little old thing?

Open Channel D, overseas relay,
Section One, Number One, please.

Ah, Mr. Kuryakin. We lost you.

Oh, I had a minor accident, sir.

Right now, I'm in
Calamity Rogers' saloon.

Calamity Rogers?

You mean the girl
with the fastest...?

Gun in the West. Yes, sir.

We have uncovered some evidence that
proves that the new high lama is a fake.

You'd better hold
off for the time being.

I'll take a chartered
plane to Ghupat at once.

- Are you bringing Napoleon with you?
- Mr. Solo is already there.

When I last spoke to
him, he was at the palace.

Since then, I've
lost contact with him.

When is the coronation ceremony?

Tomorrow afternoon.
Hello there, Mr. Waverly.

Oh, thank you, Miss Rogers.

Uh, Mr. Kuryakin, will you please meet me
at the palace monastery tomorrow morning?

Oh, and, Miss Rogers,
ever since I saw you...

in The Cowboy and the Single Girl,
I have been ardent admirer of yours.

I'm looking forward to
meeting you too, Mr. Waverly.

Why, he sounds like
a mighty nice man.

He's all right.

Are those pearls or tears?

Sit down.

You can smile too.
What happened?

Oh, I don't know.

It just happened.

I feel changed.

Funny.

I wonder if that change relates in any
way to my astrological forecast for today.

I wanna concentrate
on Illya's Scorpio now.

Now, he was in born in
the year six thousand...

I can't seem to concentrate.

Why not?

I think I've lost my power.

Well, how did that happen?

I don't know.

Everything is so vague.

I remember a little boy.

A little boy in the
jungle, the wild jungle.

Yes, the tiger.

There was a tiger.
It was so frightening.

The master asked
me. Yes, the master.

Who is your master?

The prime minister.

He asked me to take this
little boy into the jungle.

An adorable boy,
with a precious smile.

A divine boy.

I'm sorry I cannot tell you
any more about Mr. Kuryakin.

Is he a friend?

Yes, he's a very good friend.

He came to Ghupat as the
abominable snowman, why?

To prevent the very
thing that happened.

I have killed the new
high lama, haven't I?

Haven't I?

You didn't know
what you're doing.

We can't bring the boy back, but we
can make sure the imposter never...

Oh, can you, Mr. Solo?

Alas, I think not.

Now, will you be good enough to
put your hands above your head...

and walk this way, please?

Excellency, Mr. Solo's
friend, Mr. Kuryakin...

I've heard through villagers...

that Calamity Rogers has
shot an abominable snowman.

Mm-hm.

Here, throw this up in the air.

I think we'd
better reload first.

It will be a fate
that I have earned.

For I have led the rightful
high lama to his death.

Now, there's no reason
to blame yourself.

We may still get out of this.

Your friend? Mr. Kuryakin?

Yes, if he's not hurt too badly,
he may be able to help us.

But they know where he is.

- They must have gone to find him.
- Illya is very resourceful.

Napoleon.

Sometimes.

We were just talking about you.

Amra Palli, this
is Illya Kuryakin...

the fellow that was
going to get us out of this.

Well, I didn't know
you were in it.

But then you do have a
knack for getting yourself...

Oh, by the way, this is Calamity
Rogers, Napoleon Solo. The...

The fastest gun in the West.

- Mighty nice to meet you.
- Nice to...

Now that you've all finished
your little the formalities...

In a few moments, this
pendulum will start to swing...

and when it hits the gong,
the noise will be deafening.

The reverberations we have
discovered can drive a man into insanity...

in a very few hours.

Uh, the ladies, uh...

They provide, as you say in
the West, bargaining power.

I see.

To spare Miss Rogers and
Amra Palli from this ordeal...

you need only accede
to a very simple request.

Inform U.N.C.L.E headquarters...

that the new high lama
is indeed the rightful one.

By the way, do not rely too much
on the help of your Mr. Waverly.

My men overheard the conversation
between him and Mr. Kuryakin.

We know that he's
coming to Ghupat.

We shall arrange an appropriate
little accident for him too.

There, there. Right there.

In that clearing, see?

Instead of a rare antelope,
I trapped an elephant calf.

Oh, a delightful little fellow.

But I couldn't keep him though.

The high lama of Ghupat
wanted it for his reincarnation.

It was prophesied
that the new lama...

would appear before
the people on this beast.

So I handed over the elephant.

Ever since then, the high lama
and I have been on the very...

Illya.

I'm gonna have him call it off.

I don't think the girls
can take it much longer.

I'd rather die
than give in to him.

Do not concern yourself
over me, Mr. Solo.

In the East, we have learned...

to endure all pain,
except that of the spirit.

Enough?

Enough?

Tell your boss we're
enjoying the music.

If you will forgive me, Your Excellency,
I do not think the prisoners will yield.

Not even to spare their women?

If the U.N.C.L.E. agents are driven insane,
or if they die, they are no use to us.

Mm-hm.

I do not often commit an error.

But I think my selection of
the Auric Gong Room was one.

Mr. Solo and Mr. Kuryakin
must be permitted to think clearly.

They must be placed in an
atmosphere of peace and quiet...

as a tomb is quiet.

I understand.

Yes, see to it. I
shall join you directly.

Right now, I must begin
the coronation ceremonies.

Now the most auspicious
moment of the coronation nears.

It is a well-known fact,
that the new high lama...

enters the coronation astride
the back of the royal elephant.

Unfortunately, the royal elephant,
Ganesh, the jewel of our land...

has met an unfortunate
accident in the jungle.

He was killed by
the man-eating tiger.

But the stars in their wisdom have decreed
that this tiger shall die in turn...

and the new high lama
shall enter the coronation...

seated on the skin of the very
beast that destroyed our Ganesh.

- Your Serenity.
- Excellency.

Let the ceremony begin.

You're quite good at that.

Do you have a union card?

Hmm. No sense of humor.

Mr. Solo and Mr. Kuryakin.

I thought the
coronation had begun.

At this very moment, there is a ritual
dance for driving away the evil spirits.

So that's what brings you here.

Mr. Solo, today is the most
important day in my life...

therefore, I will
forgive your insolence.

You're the one who
killed my husband.

You see, the late high
lama had visions of my plan.

He asked Chang Li, your husband,
to supervise the succession.

Well, that left me with
absolutely no choice.

I had to kill Chang Li.

However, I still think
of him very fondly.

I'm not quite clear
about your, uh, plan.

The Jami that you saw
was in reality my son, Baku.

Not legally, of course. Monks
are not permitted to marry...

but nevertheless my son.

And in a very few moments, he
shall be the new high lama of Ghupat...

with millions of
followers at his feet.

And you and Mr. Kuryakin
will vouch for his authenticity.

- Oh, we've been through all that before.
- Yes.

But now I ask you
for the very last time.

Very shortly, this highly skilled
artisan will have completed his task.

Now, after you are
completely entombed...

you shall have air enough
to survive for 15 minutes.

I shall leave the mason here
after he has completed his work.

If you decide to
accede to my demands...

before this mortar
hardens, just knock.

Which one of us has the plan?

Well, I've got a detonator
on the back of my tie pin.

That'll take care of the chain.

Except for one thing.

We have nothing to detonate.
- Mm-hm.

Or have we?

Uh, excuse me. Miss Rogers, but you
seem to be wearing a good deal of jewelry.

Nice, huh? Most of
it's the real McCoy but...

Well, but that bracelet there, I
won that in a shooting contest.

I don't know what that is.

Magnesium?

A lot of imitation
jewelry is made of it.

Uh, if you'll bite the
back of my tie pin off.

I don't understand.

Magnesium is very explosive.

That's it.

Now, then we fix this here.

Like that. Turn your head away.

Ow.

Got it?

Now if we all put our shoulders
to the wall, the cement's still wet.

- Are you ready?
- Lock arms.

- All right. ILLYA:
One... On three.

Two, three!

As is ordained, the time is now.

Upon the head of our boy named
Jami, we shall put this jeweled hat.

And from that moment on, you
will no longer be the child Jami...

but the high lama of Ghupat.

And humble obeisances...

Seize them. Seize them!

At the conclusion of this sacred rite,
there will be yet another ceremony.

These four people... Three evil
foreigners and one native traitor.

They have conspired to keep Jami,
the true reincarnation of the late lama...

from his rightful throne.

Because of this, they
shall be executed.

Ganesh!

It's Ganesh. The royal elephant.

And the true high lama.

Shoot the boy. Shoot the boy.

I can't. It's a
sign from heaven.

Hail the high lama.

No, no! Don't
shoot. Don't shoot.

Jami. Jami, forgive
me, I beg of you.

Oh, Your Serenity, I was wrong.

Forgive me, forgive me.

Hail, hail the high lama.

Well-played, gentlemen.
Congratulations.

Corking good work.

It was not until then that I realized
I was a woman, Mr. Kuryakin.

Well, you are indeed.
But please, call me Illya.

Amra Palli, would you like to
join me for a little sunset stroll?

Uh, well, uh,
Mr. Solo, you see...

my Jupiter is in descending
aspects with rising high moon.

But Mr. Kuryakin... Heh.

I mean, uh, Illya, uh...

I, uh, ahem, understand.

Happily, I was able to bring
the plane down in the clearing.

- Hmm.
- When who should I see but Ganesh.

Ganesh.

An elephant never forgets.

You know, that's just like the ending
of The Cowboy and the Single Girl.

Except, of course, instead of
the elephants, we had horses.

Miss, uh... WAVERLY:
Let me show you the sunset.

It's perfectly
staggering from here.