All language subtitles for The Man From U.N.C.L.E. S03E18 The Deadly Smorgasbord Affair

- Ah, velkommen, Napoleon Solo.
- I beg your pardon?

You are Mr. Solo?

- Dr. Nillson?
- Oh, no, I'm not Dr. Nillson.

Just his assistant,
Inga Bergstrum.

Ahh, Dr. Nillson was
busy and he sent me.

I hope you are not
too disappointed.

- Oh, no, no. Ahh, quite the contrary.
- Oh.

Dr. Nillson is expecting us at
the polytechnic. Shall we go?

- Here.
- Oh.

In here.

Sure we're in the right place?

Oh, you mean the...? Ha, ha.

Well, it's the last
day of school.

And after all that pressure,
the students go wild.

It's a local custom.

- I assume American students have theirs.
- Oh, yeah, of course.

More dignified, perhaps.

Well, we have, uh, panty raids and
stuffing 16 kids into a telephone booth.

- Things like that.
- Uh.

Uh, my card is all
filled up, thank you.

Dr. Nillson, this is
Mr. Solo from U.N.C.L.E.

So, Mr. Solo, hmm? And
what brings you to Stockholm?

Well, ahem, you called
Mr. Waverly and, uh, he sent me.

Oh, yes, yes, of
course. Oh, excuse me.

It is about the SAD.

Uh, SAD? What, uh...?

Ahh, that is short for, uh,
Suspended Animation Device.

Ahh, it must be here somewhere.

Uh, uh...

I came upon it, uh,
quite by accident...

while I was experimenting
with something very far afield.

Uh, it suddenly occurred to me
that it could be very dangerous...

if it came into the
wrong, uh, uh...

What exactly does it do, doctor?

It must be here
someplace, I know.

Now, uh, let us use
the scientific approach.

Everything must be someplace.

So if we start with this
premise, we are bound to find it.

Do you know where
it is, Miss Bergstrom?

I don't know, doctor.

Perhaps one of your,
uh, students took it.

Ha, ha. Oh, yes, of
course. Just like them.

To play a trick on their old professor,
uh, right after the final examinations, ha!

Neila! Neila, did you see that electronic
unit I was fiddling with yesterday?

- You mean that little black box?
- Yeah, yeah.

Peter, Father wants
that thing back.

- I'll get the doctor. You find the device.
- All right.

One moment I was
standing next to Dr. Nillson...

- and the next moment, he was gone.
- You've no idea what happened?

I can account for everything
except those few blank seconds.

So Dr. Nillson was right.

His Suspended Animation
Device is an effective weapon.

How does it work?

Evidently, it freezes
living matter in time...

utilizing some sort of electronic
principle he came across quite by accident.

Accident or not, his
disappearance was planned.

You think he was kidnapped?
- A possibility.

I'd like to have the office run a check
on everyone connected with Dr. Nillson...

especially one Inga Bergstrom.

Immediately.

By the way, uh,
where is Mr. Kuryakin?

Mr. Kuryakin is busy masquerading
as a notorious Siberian Eskimo...

breaking blubber with a
group of Thrush walrus hunters.

- Hmm, he has all the fun missions.
- Oh, and Mr. Solo?

Since it's obvious that
Dr. Nillson's device is effective...

and since it's also obvious
that someone's after it...

you must get it back.

Yes, sir.

Hello.

Aren't you going to ask me in?

Um, I'm going to
ask you in, yes.

How'd you like a drink?

Well, uh...

Rumor has it that I
build a smashing martini.

It's a bit early in the day.

But maybe if it will help.

Fine.

Do you mind if I take off
my shoes and stay a minute?

Uh, no, uh, by all
means, be my guest.

I'm exhausted.

I talked to those
students all day.

Find out anything?

No.

- They know less than we do.
- Mm-hm.

One thing is for certain:

Whoever got the professor,
uh, didn't get his device.

But none of the students
have it. I checked them all out.

I'm, uh, going to
propose a toast now...

being one of the outstanding
multilinguals at U.N.C.L.E.

I will say to you, skål.

Is that the way
you pronounce it?

- Your Swedish is very good.
- Ah.

- Skål.
- Skål.

Mm.

You do build a
very good martini.

Well, it's part of
U.N.C.L.E. training.

Uh, comes between
Cryptography and Karate.

Oh, tell me, does your
training include women?

Well, it's, uh, under
Field Experience.

Aren't you in the field now?

That, uh, reminds me, uh...

Do you know who might have
wanted to, uh, kidnap the professor?

No. Must we talk about that now?

Well, you're his assistant, I thought
he might have said something to you.

You see, most of the time,
our talk was not about science.

I can understand why.

- Älskling.
- What?

- Älskling.
- What's that?

- It's "darling" in Swedish.
- Oh.

It loses a little
in the translation.

- Älskling?
- Yes, darling?

Uh, let's go.

To Nillson's laboratory.

Where am I?

How did I get here?

Ah, Dr. Nillson.

You will forgive this unorthodox
manner in arranging a meeting, Dr. Nillson.

But when I called you a few
days ago, you would not talk to me.

Oh, you are Mr. Beckman,
the patent-medicine king.

Oh, let us not exaggerate.

Merely one of the top
two firms in the field.

Uh, Mr. Beckman, my field
is electronics, not drugs.

- Uh, why do I interest you?
- Oh, your work, Dr. Nillson.

In particular, your
Suspended Animation Device.

I am so sorry.
It is not for sale.

Oh, don't be so hasty.

Think of what this
can mean to humanity.

Why, you have created
the ultimate anesthetic.

But it is not only
an anesthetic.

It is also a dangerous weapon.

Oh, come now.

Think of what this could
mean to heart surgery...

and to the exploration of space.

Well, it could also paralyze an army
and I know what that could mean.

Oh, really?

Well, then, all the
more important...

that you should put this device
in the control of a reputable firm...

like Beckman International.

But I told you,
it is not for sale.

- At any price?
- No.

Well, since my men did
not get ahold of the device...

I will ask you to
build me another one.

I could not build you another
one if my life depended on it.

Ah...

but it does.

I really don't know
what you hope to find.

Where does he keep
his private papers?

In there, in the top
drawer, in the middle.

In this folder...

plans for the device?

Poetry.

Dr. Nillson writes love sonnets.

Addressed to you?

- That's his little secret.
- Hmm.

I can't say I blame him.

You find me attractive?

But I don't.

You can fool him and
you can fool my father...

but you cannot fool me.

Ahem, well, I guess you might be the
good doctor's daughter then, is that right?

A 19-year-old thorn.

What are you doing in
my father's laboratory?

Uh, my name is,
uh, Napoleon Solo.

Perhaps this will explain.

Oh, father told me he'd
contacted U.N.C.L.E.

Yeah, you and...

And what's-her-name were
here when we were dancing.

The poor child refuses to acknowledge
the fact that I might become her mother.

- Never!
- Uh, ladies, uh, please.

What could possibly have
happened to my father, Mr. Solo?

Well, uh, I don't know.

His invention was so effective that
none of us are able to answer that.

That's why we hope to find him.

- Well, you will not find it here.
- And why not?

Because I have it.

- Do you want to see it work?
- Mr. Solo, you must be more care...

Hmm, I don't think you should
play around with a thing like that.

It won't hurt her. I set
the timer for 60 seconds.

Mr. Solo, you have got to do
something about that woman.

Now, wait a minute. Are
you sure she can't hear us?

She's frozen.

She must know what
happened to my father.

- What makes you think that?
- Nothing, except my woman's intuition.

Well, sometimes, that can be a good
deal more, uh, dangerous than this thing.

- Now, give this to me, will you?
- Don't let her touch it.

You did it, didn't you?

Did what?

I suggest we send this device
to U.N.C.L.E. headquarters...

before someone
else plays with it.

Excellent idea. I'm leaving on the
midnight plane tonight for New York.

But what about my father?

Well, I'll contact our Scandinavian
headquarters in Oslo, Norway...

and they'll follow
through on that, all right?

Hmm, interesting.

You shouldn't be here!

Solo had the device.

How did he get it?

Well, that little witch,
she gave it to him.

And Solo's taking it
with him to New York.

So why didn't you
shoot them both?!

At the polytechnic? It's too
risky, there are too many people.

- Besides, you have Dr. Nillson.
- This poor man could be too difficult.

We must get the one
that's in Solo's hands.

I must not permit U.N.C.L.E.
to frustrate me one more time.

If it were not for them...

I would have been on Thrush
Central board years ago.

We must hurry.

- Solo's taking the midnight flight.
- Hmm?

Now, this must be kept
on ice until we are in flight.

I understand, Mr. Solo. Your
caviar will be properly chilled.

- And I want it served with the champagne.
- Naturally.

- Have a pleasant trip, Mr. Solo.
- Thank you.

Mr. Solo.

- Mr. Solo, please don't leave.
- I'm sorry, I can't stay.

But there has not been
one word about my father.

If you go, I have
no one to turn to.

Well, I've already, uh, sent
orders for the Oslo office...

- to take care of things here.
- No.

I know you. My father met
you. Mr. Waverly sent you to him.

You are the only one I trust.

I'm sorry, Neila, I can't stay.

I have my orders
to take that flight.

Let me buy you a hot coffee to
calm down. We have plenty of time.

- Excuse me, sir.
- Hmm?

Would you read this note,
please? I've lost my glasses.

Just walk ahead of me.

What does he mean?

He means, uh, just
walk ahead of him.

Get in.

Forget it. Keep your
hands on the wheel...

Watch out, Mr. So...

I was right about you all along.

Will someone shut her up?

That's it. The Suspended
Animation Device.

- Want to see how it works?
- Yeah.

You fool. It's a remote
control for a television set.

Ow!

Perhaps I underestimated
the opposition.

I see you're still in
Stockholm, Mr. Solo.

Ahh. Well, I couldn't very well leave
here with Dr. Nillson still missing.

But we had a signal you were
leaving on the midnight flight.

Ahh, sorry about that. It

was merely a maneuver,
a little diversion.

And I knew whoever wanted that
device wouldn't let me take that flight.

I'd hoped it would
bring me to Dr. Nillson.

Then they took the bait?

Unfortunately, they also took his daughter,
which raised a large lump on my head.

But the device is
still in your hands?

Yeah, it's in a safe place, uh,
Mr. Waverly. On ice, so to speak.

Good.

Oh, I'll leave for Scandinavian
headquarters in Oslo immediately...

- to take charge of it in person.
- I rather expected Mr. Kuryakin.

Ahh, yes, yes, Mr. Kuryakin.

Well, uh, it appears that one of
those Thrush walrus hunters...

is also an itinerant gaucho
posing as an escaped war criminal.

Naturally, Kuryakin is
pursuing him in Argentina.

Naturally. Uh, by the way, any information
on that person I wanted checked out?

Yes. Use extreme
caution, Mr. Solo.

There are definite
Thrush connections.

Älskling.

What's that, Mr. Solo?

Uh, that's, uh,
"darling" in Swedish.

Oh, oh, yes, of course,
of course. Well, carry on.

Well, poor darling.

- What a big head you must have.
- Uh, how did you know that?

I couldn't resist going to
the airport to see you off.

And I go up there and
I saw my little älskling...

being loaded into an
ambulance instead of a plane.

I came as soon as I could.

How sweet you are.

And also, I was curious.

- About what?
- Why, about Dr. Nillson's device.

I hope you were clever
enough not to let them get it.

Oh, you flatter me.

- And you fascinate me.
- Ah, I find you very intriguing.

- Let's stop the verbal ping pong.
- All right.

I don't know whether or not
they've got it, but I haven't got it.

Hmm.

Well, then you must know
where it is, my darling little älskling.

No, I don't, Inga älskling.

Isn't it too bad you
men are all alike?

- Now, where is it?
- I told you, I haven't got it.

Mr. Solo, one of our people saw
you hand a package to the airline man.

Oh, that? Oh, that was something
I wanted them to keep on ice.

Like Dr. Nillson's invention?

No, like caviar.

You're lying, little älskling.

What I'd give you the proof,
but I'm afraid it's flown away.

Mr. Solo?

Uh, tell him to come in.

Come.

Mr. Solo.

Oh, good evening.

I came as soon as I got
your hotel address, Mr. Solo.

Ah, well, it really wasn't
necessary, you know?

Oh, our airline is very
proud of our service.

- Well, you should be.
- That's true.

When you didn't board that plane, I
immediately retrieved this package...

- and here it is.
- Mm-hm.

- Oh, I suppose I should thank you.
- Oh, not at all.

If there's anything
else we can do...

No, I think you've
done it all. Thank you.

You're very welcome. Good night.

Look fast.

Ah, would you mind,
uh, turning your back?

Not on you, Mr. Solo.

It is no use.

I cannot figure it out.

Well, then I suggest
you try harder...

for your lovely
daughter's sake, hmm?

Can't you see
he's doing his best?

I certainly hope so,
for both your sakes.

Ah, Mr. Napoleon Solo.

- Ah, you are a very clever man.
- Thank you.

Very clever.

Unfortunately, not
quite clever enough.

Ah, well, you said that
the last time we met.

Oh, you've remembered we
have crossed swords before.

And you lost. INGA: Hmm?

Just the battle, Mr. Solo.

And now you are going
to help me win the war.

With that?

How?

What would you say if I walked
in the U.N.C.L.E. headquarters...

and used the Suspended
Animation Device?

I would say that would
be quite a surprise.

I have a bigger one.

Alexander Waverly will
be in the Oslo offices.

It will save us a
trip to New York.

Quite a coup, Mr. Solo,
wouldn't you say?

It will probably make you a very
big man up front at Thrush Central.

May I suggest you
suspend his animation?

A very good idea.

You slime!

Kill him!

No, no, wait till we find out
where's he hid the real thing.

- Very clever, uh, your childish prank.
- I'm glad you liked it.

And now I have a
little prank for you.

Take him to the Sun Room.

Wonderful, a sun bath.

The likes of which you have
never experienced before.

The Swedes are worshippers of
the sun. Did you know that, Mr. Solo?

I've heard of the
third degree, but phew!

He won't crack, I tell you.

His skin will.

Ooh, I could use
some suntan oil.

Do you see what I mean?

My patience is running out,
Mr. Solo. I have bigger fish to fry.

I was hoping you
wouldn't say that.

Oh, this is ridiculous.
It's a waste of time.

Are you saying I do
not know my business?

I know men.

And this kind of torture
will not make him talk.

Then perhaps you
have a suggestion.

I knew you would ask. May I?

Release Solo.

Otto, Ingmar.

Will you do the honors, my love?

My pleasure.

No, no!

No, no!

Ah! No!

No!

- Let her go, Inga.
- You're concerned, Mr. Solo. That's good.

Why do you wanna torture her?
She doesn't know where the device is.

But you do. Would
you like to tell?

Don't you dare, Mr. Solo!

Inga, my appreciation
of you grows.

Are you comfortable,
my little fawn?

Mr. Solo, you are causing
her great discomfort.

In a few moments,
those wet leather straps...

will begin to tighten around her
throat as they dry under the heat.

It will be interesting to
see which kills the girl first:

Strangulation or heat. Are
you a betting man, Mr. Solo?

Don't give in, Mr. Solo.

All right, release her.
I'll tell you where it is.

I know where it is. That airline
man is an U.N.C.L.E. agent.

- He has it.
- Release her.

Get the device
and set a nice trap.

Open Channel Double Zero.

Yes, Mr. Solo.

All right, a slight
deviation in plans.

Dr. Nillson is being kept prisoner
at Henry Beckman's place...

and I'm going to need your help.

What exactly do
you want me to do?

You still have the
Suspended Animation Device?

- Yes, of course. SOLO:
All right, bring it with you.

But Mr. Solo...

I need it to get Dr. Nillson
out. Try to miss the guards.

I'll meet you in
the living room.

Yes, sir.

That's a handy gadget.

Yeah, it saves us
thousands in phone bills.

Not to mention your lives.

- Mind if we go now?
- Well, you have to get dressed first.

Well, I didn't know you cared.

- I brought it like you said.
- Behind you. Use it.

Well done, Mr. Solo.

It's a pity you're
not on our side.

Here you are, Beckman.

Inga.

Do you realize that in
the palm of my hand...

there is enough power
to control the entire world?

That is, after we have
finished with U.N.C.L.E.

I trust you will not forget the small
role I played in acquiring this victory.

Of course not, my dear.

I have big plans for you.

First things first.

The attack on Oslo
headquarters of U.N.C.L.E.

No, we strike when
Waverly arrives.

And what about those three?

Hmm...

And now for you, Mr. Solo.

Ha, ha, it works. It works.

- They're already as good as dead.
- You better be sure.

- Ah, Mr. Waverly. Velkommen.
- Hello, Swen.

This way, please.

I feel like an absolute fool, Mr. Waverly,
for having fallen for a trap like that.

That trap was set by a master,
Swen, if that's any comfort to you.

Luckily, I regained
consciousness...

before they were able
to use the device on me.

When I got out of the house, I
saw the bodies floating in the canal.

- How long were they in the water?
- At least two hours before I got to them.

Well, by all rights, they
should have drowned.

Well, Dr. Pederson says that their
suspended state saved them from that.

Does Dr. Pederson think
they have any chance?

Well, if anyone can
help them, he can.

They are waiting inside, sir.

Uh, be careful with
these explosives.

Uh, I will go in first,
then Inga and Gustafson.

And the rest of you will
follow at 10-second intervals.

Dr. Pederson, how positive
are you this will work?

All I am sure of is that
this is our last resort.

This condition of suspended animation
was apparently induced electronically.

If we find the wave pattern...

and reverse it, the
condition might be negated.

And what if you are wrong?

Turn it on, Dr. Pederson.
I'll take the responsibility.

Took you long enough.

I'm terribly sorry, sir, but
we are not to open yet.

If you'd come back
in another hour.

But I am hungry now.

Well, there's nothing
I can do about it.

God dag, Swen.

Get him out of there.

There's no reaction.
What are you at?

Seven thousand.

Isn't that enough power
to kill a normal person?

Under normal conditions, yes.

They can't take
much more, doctor.

I need 30 seconds more at
this level. It's our only hope.

Doctor, look, they're
coming around.

Take off the electrodes.

Mr. Waverly.

Mr. Solo, you're all right.
Oh, well, thank you, doctor.

I will go in first and take
care of as many as possible.

The rest of you will
come in in 20 seconds.

Now, you all know
where to set your charges.

We will detonate them
by radio from the boat.

Auf wiedersehen, my love.

Be careful.

We are being attacked.

Under the bed.

Play dead.

Ow.

Down this way. Hey, fellas.

Stay here. Don't move.

- You did it.
- Of course.

- I didn't think it would be so easy.
- I had no doubt whatsoever.

Well, let's see
what we can find.

Beautiful.

Beautiful.

Oh, there are names
and descriptions...

of every U.N.C.L.E.
agent in Western Europe.

We can pick them off at random.

Where are the other two men?

They probably got lost
in the maze of corridors.

- What's happened?
- I don't know.

Uh, you, go find out.

Now, we better get out of here.

That's very good for an amateur.

Come on.

Well, it's Gustafson. I don't
understand. I froze all the agents.

All the exits are
shut. What do we do?

We counterattack. This way.

Stay back.

Someone's coming.

- We're going around in circles.
- This way, this way.

- It's locked.
- Oh, there must be an exit near here.

Beckman.

Ah! You missed. Try again.

Mr. Solo, I can detonate every
bomb we placed in this building.

If I will die, you all will die.

Me too, Henry?

Yes, Inga.

Goodbye.

Goodbye, darling.

Älskling.

I surrender, älskling.

Älskling, darling, your
offer comes a little late.

But it's better late than never.

Uh, what's this
celebration all about?

It's the first day of school.

First day, last day, midterms.

Oh, you Swedes have a
unique philosophy of education.

But this way, we get all the
wildness out of our system. Come on.

Don't you think all of this may
interfere with Dr. Nillson's concentration?

He is trying to rebuild
the gadget, you know.

When father's working, exploding
cannons would not distract him.

- Oh.
- Shall we?

Yeah.

- How's it going, doctor?
- I think this might do it.

Ah, Mr. Solo, there you are.

And with the young
lady, of course.

This should do it. Now
all we need is a test.

Oh, try it on me, Papa.

- Good. Step aside, gentlemen.
- Do you think you should?

Don't worry, Father knows
exactly what he's doing.

One, two, three, go!

Eureka, it works!

Well, that's not exactly
what we had in mind.

Well, never mind.

How do you feel, young lady?

Floating.

Like Peter Pan.