All language subtitles for The Man From U.N.C.L.E. S03E21 The Its All Greek to Me Affair

Now, young ladies, I think we should
have a moment of utter silence...

to contemplate the immortal
beauty of the Parthenon.

Follow me.

Open Channel D.

Solo here.

I think I've located
my contact for tonight.

Well, that makes two of us.

- What?
- Nothing. What's, uh, your problem?

I've forgotten the first
lines of the password.

Oh, uh, hold it.

Uh...

It's, uh, "Join the
Athens health clu..."

No, no, no.

Uh...

Hold it.

Uh-huh.

Here we go, uh,
it's from Euripides.

You say:

"What is this new
cry thou utterest?"

Oh, yeah. "What is this new
cry thou utterest?" Yeah, go on.

And she says, uh...

I think my contact is a man.

Oh, I'm sorry, yes.
Uh, and he says:

"Dost thou speak of issues of
words or interchange of swords?"

How do you remember all that?

- Are you reading?
- No, no. Are you kidding?

I memorized all of Euripides
when I was just a toddler.

Psst!

What is this new
cry thou utterest?

Dost thou speak of issues of
the word or interchange of swords?

Good evening.

So unusual to meet a young person
with a knowledge of Euripides these days.

You have the new code?

Imagine what Alexander Waverly is
doing to me, giving me a cover like this!

Two months ago, I was at a
discotheque in Paris as an exotic dancer.

And now I'm riding herd on this
band of adolescent delinquents.

It's too much.

- I must say, you play the part admirably.
- Oh, thank you. Heh.

Next week, East Lynne.

Goodbye, Mr. Kuryakin.

Yeah, that's two dozen
roses to Miss Irene Papagoras.

All right. The next is
a corsage of orchids...

black, of course, to
Miss Melina Skouroyanis.

That's S-K-O...

Oh, you know how to spell that?

That's good.

All right, I'll call you
back. I got, uh, three more.

- Solo here.
- Good morning, Mr. Solo.

Oh, but it's evening
in Athens, isn't it?

Well, uh, anyway, have
you heard from Mr. Kuryakin?

No, sir, and I'm becoming
just a little concerned.

I haven't been
able to reach him.

Oh, neither have I.

Well, there may be
good reason for concern.

We've just intercepted
a Thrush signal...

indicating that they're sending
one of their key operatives to Greece.

A man named Emile Sauvignon.

Trying to steal our new code.

To buy it, Mr. Solo.

To buy it from a fellow
named Manolakas...

who claims to have
already stolen it from us.

If that's true, something
happened to Illya.

- I'd better...
- No, no, Mr. Solo.

Mr. Kuryakin's able
to take care of himself.

No, I want you to approach
the problem from the other end.

Mr. Manolakas has made a rendezvous
with Sauvignon at the Phanaria Inn.

It's on the road to Evros.

I want you to go there.

If our code has been stolen,
then I want you to get it back.

If it hasn't, well, at least
we can bag Sauvignon.

Yes, sir. I'll leave right away.

You can wait till the
morning, Mr. Solo.

Mr. Sauvignon won't arrive in
Greece till tomorrow at earliest.

You get a good night's rest.

I rather think you're
gonna need it.

Fill up the car.

Yes, this is the Phanaria Inn.

Speak louder, please.

Who?

That's impossible. My
husband is in prison.

But nothing is impossible in
this world, my beloved wife.

Manolakas, you escaped.

Stavros, come
quick. Big trouble.

Huh?

You stay away from here.

I never want to see you again.

If you so much as
set foot here, I'll...

You'll do nothing!

Now, listen to
me very carefully.

There is a man coming
to the taverna to meet me.

A man to pay enough money for us to
live like gods for the rest of our lives.

I warn you, Mano, you
show your face here...

and you will have used
up the rest of your life!

Kyra, my darling. My best
gun, what do you want with it?

If Mano comes
here, I'll kill him.

Kyra, that's murder.

No, no, Kyra, you won't.

- You can't.
- Why can't I?

He's a monster. Somebody
should have done it years ago.

My darling, I agree.

I never saw the
man, but I agree.

But you can't kill him,
because you're his wife.

That's why. Can you
think of a better reason?

Sweet Kyra, to
you, to me, it is, yes.

But you can't kill your husband
no matter how good the reason...

because there is not a jury
in Greece that will let you off.

After all, all the jurists are
men and so is the judge...

and they all have wives.

And the wives might get
ideas if they let you off.

I'll kill him. Give me the gun.

You? You couldn't throw a slingshot
and hit the broadside of a building.

Well, as soon as I
get new my lenses...

Papa, you leave Nico alone.

He doesn't have to
do things like that.

Nico is an educated man.

Educated?

I don't know where you
get your taste in men.

I go away to prison
for two little years...

you marry a gutter criminal
I wouldn't give house room.

Now you fall in love
with an educated man.

Two no-goods in a row.

But after all, you're my
daughter, and I will fix everything.

I will kill Manolakas.

But, Papa, you don't even
know what he looks like.

Makes no difference.

Who else is crazy enough
to drive on this road?

But please, daughter, tomorrow
when you find that you're a widow...

before you marry this one...

think twice.

Think maybe of finding
a man like your papa...

Stavros Macropalous,
the terror of Thessaly...

the best-known bandit in all
Greece, one who takes care of things.

No more schoolteachers,
no more crooks...

but a man.

Napoleon?

Napoleon. Come in, Napoleon.

Illya, are you all right?

I'm a little worse for wear.

Mr. Waverly's been
burning up the communicator.

Did someone steal the code?

Uh, how did you know?

Details later. Now, the name of
the man who took it is Manolakas.

I'm pretty sure he's on the road to Evros
right now, heading for the Phanaria Inn.

Evros? I'm on my way.

Oh, boy!

Open Channel D. Argh!

You monster!

You despoiler of young women!

You cheat! You city slicker...

Papers, papers.

Nothing but papers.

Nico, if Mano should
come here, stay away.

While he does anything
he wants with you?

He won't do anything with me.

I know how to handle him.

- I must protect you.
- No!

Nothing, nothing
must happen to you.

I love you.

Miss Kyra?

Kostas, good morning. Come in.

Mr. Nico, you got something
new for me to read?

Something to practice new words?

Not... Not here,
Kostas. At the school.

Here.

But I know all these, Miss Kyra.

"Bread, English tea specialty."

I like hard words.

Oh, I have a message
for you from Stavros.

From my father? What?

To my daughter, Kyra, greetings.

The mission has been successful.

I have captured the
villain Manolakas.

By the time you receive
this, you are already a widow.

Your loving father, Stavros
Macropalous, terror of Thessaly.

Ah! He captured Mano!

He says by now you are a widow.

Oh, Nico!

Manolakas, no!

Manolakas, yes. Who
else? I told you I was coming.

I would have been here hours ago,
but I was held up on the road by thieves.

The car broke down.

I had to walk the last 20 kilometers
in these... In these tight shoes.

- Who is that?
- I am Nico.

Nicolaides, the schoolteacher.

Schoolteacher?

- What kind of lessons are you taking?
- Now, just a minute.

Our relationship has
been nothing, if not platonic.

Ha! I will give you a
lesson, schoolteacher.

Don't throw your weight
around here, Mano.

Get out. I want
nothing to do with you.

What you want or don't
want doesn't matter, little wife.

I'm your husband, remember?

What I say is the law here.

Don't talk to Kyra like that.

You. You!

Kyra, Kyra! Enough has
happened to me the last 24 hours.

I'd just as soon kill you
as look at you. Sooner!

Except that I need you.

- For what?
- For my big killing.

I was supposed to
meet a man here.

He was supposed to
give me a lot of money

for the merchandise I
was going to deliver...

but everything has gone wrong!

I was hijacked on the road.

My contact, he's a
very dangerous man.

He will think I
double-crossed him.

I've got to get out of
here before he comes.

How much money? How
much money you got?

- That's all?
- Where would we get money?

I've got to have the
money to get away.

To get away before
that man from Thrush.

Your father. That old bandit of
a father of yours, where is he?

You better not go near him.

He's twice the man you
are. He'll break you in two.

Yeah, he's been out of
prison for three years now.

He must have done
pretty well for himself.

He hasn't got a penny.

He's retired. I don't
let him rob anymore.

Still, a man does not
forget how, does he, huh?

Still has the old skills right
there at his fingertips, doesn't he?

Ah, come on, Kyra, Kyra.

Maybe a little bank job, eh?

Or a rich man's house for
his dear only daughter's sake.

If I had to die, I
wouldn't ask him!

You want to kill me, go ahead.

Ha! Kill you?

No, my beloved. Not you.

Him. That... What did he say?
That platonic friend of yours.

You wouldn't. Not Nico!

All right.

Tell your father I need
money. I need it today.

I don't care where
or how he gets it.

But if he doesn't by sunset...

the schoolteacher here will be only
one more sad memory in your life.

Said enough prayers, yes?

Not quite.

I have a great many sins
for which to atone, you know.

So my daughter
informs me, son-in-law.

- For the last time...
- Yes, it is the last time.

Thinking you could outwit
Stavros Macropalous.

Daring to threaten the
daughter of the terror of Thessaly.

Well, I'm being very
merciful with you.

A man like you should
be punished on the rack...

or in the boot or any
other fiendish way.

But modern life...

One doesn't have the chance
for little graces anymore.

How do you intend
to dispose of me?

Put you in the net,
swing you over the cliff...

and then at the
appropriate moment...

jerk the net open and plunge you
to your death at the rocks beneath.

They are razor-sharp.

Do you do this
sort of thing often?

No. Kyra won't let me anymore.

- Oh, but there was a Mrs. Pappadoupoulous.
- Papa what?

Doupoulous. I kept her here a
few days, but it wasn't my fault.

She wouldn't leave.

Enough of these prayers. They
won't do any good anyway. Into the net.

Papa! Papa! Papa!

Kyra!

Kyra, you got my message? - Yes.

Good, you're just in time. I'm
about to murder your husband.

Come and watch. KYRA: Papa.

You see, not so terrible-looking
now, is he? The rat.

The man everyone is afraid of!

Ha! I spit on Manolakas!
Or I slit his nose off first.

No, Papa, you mustn't.

I mustn't? Why not?

That's not Manolakas.
Manolakas is down at the taverna.

No. It can't be.

You made a mistake. You
captured the wrong man.

I couldn't have made a mistake.

I never make mistakes.

You are Manolakas.

I'm sorry. Once again, my
name is Kuryakin, 424046.

Now, Papa, I don't blame you.

You've never seen Manolakas,
but you made a mistake.

Now Mano is at the inn.

Papa, if I don't get money to
help him get away, he'll kill Nico.

Papa, you've got to help me.

Let him kill Nico, why not? Then
you're rid of the schoolteacher.

And when the police find
out that Mano murdered him...

heh, then you're
rid of Manolakas too.

Papa, you must help me.

Nico is my life.

He may be the
death of all of us.

Why aren't you Manolakas?

Who else would come
up that road at that hour?

I was chasing Manolakas.

- He stole some rather important papers.
- Papers?

I was trying to get them
back from him. Well, I did.

And then you came along.

Maybe that's the merchandise
Mano was going to sell.

You still have them,
Papa? Where are they?

Papers?

Papers! Oh, there were papers,
but I don't know where they are.

I threw them away.
What good are papers?

They did have a little value.

Value? What about
you, Mr., uh...?

- Kuryakin.
- Kuryakin.

What about you?
Do you have value?

- How much you worth to your people?
- Sir?

You caused it
all. You interfered.

So maybe now you'll get
the money that Kyra needs.

I hold you for ransom,
and somebody pays it.

Or I swear to you, my friend...

you still go over those
rocks to your death.

That's the story, sir.

Oh.

And I would hope that the ransom
money would be forthcoming very soon.

Well, we could pay the ransom
money, of course, Mr. Kuryakin.

It's only a matter of $209 at
the present rate of exchange.

Well, Mr. Macropalous
would like it delivered...

WAVERLY: But we won't.

You'll just have to use your wits
to escape and recover that code.

It may be difficult, sir.

Mr. Kuryakin, you've wriggled out of
a hundred Thrush traps before now...

when we've given
you up for lost.

Surely you're not gonna let an ordinary
run-of-the-mill Greek highwayman...

Ordinary? Who are
you calling ordinary?

I'm Stavros Macropalous,
the terror of Thessaly.

Semi-retired, of course, but
not out of business entirely.

I see.

Well, Mr. Macropalous...

you're dealing with Illya
Kuryakin, an U.N.C.L.E. agent.

And we like to think that our
men are a match for anyone.

I appreciate your
confidence in me, sir, but...

The matter's closed.

There will be no ransom, Mr. Kuryakin.
You'll just have to use your wits.

- No money? No ransom?
- Nope.

What kind of friend and
employer is that, I ask you?

Parsimonious.

Then let what happens
to you be on his head.

I'll kill you now. I'll slit your throat
and throw your body to the seagulls.

Papa, you can't.

- Why not? In the old days...
- These are not the old days.

I know how to get you the money.

What? How?

- Your husband.
- Manolakas?

That fiend. May
he boil in Hades!

He's expecting someone to
come and buy the papers from him.

But he hasn't got the
papers. Nobody has.

Yes, but the man he's
expecting doesn't know that.

From what I gather, he's
from Thrush Central...

which means he'll
have a lot of cash.

You mean give him false papers?

That would not be honest.

You're a bandit, the
terror of Thessaly.

This man who's coming to see
Manolakas will have a small fortune on him.

- Rob him.
- We couldn't ever.

Manolakas is afraid of
him. He says he's a monster.

- He is?
- Manolakas may be afraid...

but not a man like
Stavros Macropalous.

Right, then it's settled.
I'll rob him, huh?

Your daughter is an attractive woman.
That's a weak point with Thrush agents.

They pride themselves
on their masculinity.

You're not
suggesting that Kyra...

Just that she is nice to him...

give him a feeling of self-confidence,
make him relaxed, at ease.

Then we rush in, overpower
him and take the money.

And dump his body
into the sea, yes?

It's a thought.

Good. Then it's settled.

We'll do it together.

Heh.

Friend.

"English tea specialty."

It's paper, with printing on it.

Words to read.

"Top secret. For
your eyes only."

New words.

Where is he?
Where is your father?

Why isn't he here?

I need that money.

It takes time to rob a bank.

Who should know
that better than you?

What do you mean, takes time?

This isn't Athens. It's
only a small village bank.

He'll be here.

If he isn't, remember,
your boyfriend:

Your father steal
automobiles too?

Of course not. He can't drive.

- It's him. It must be.
- Who?

Emile Sauvignon,
the man from Thrush.

He must not know I'm here.

Say I have not
arrived. Say I'm out.

Say anything, only, please,
please, make him happy, huh?

- Be...
- I know.

Be nice to him.

Heh, never did I think
I would see the day...

when I was anxious to
meet your father, but...

If only he would appear
now with the money.

What did you say the
name of this man was?

Sauvignon. Emile Sauvignon.

- And remember...
- Be nice.

I know.

Ah. KYRA: Mm.

Good afternoon.

Good afternoon,
Monsieur Sauvignon.

And welcome. Won't you come in?

Thank you.

What's happening?

She's dancing for him.

What's he like? How big is he?

I can't see. Makes
no difference.

- I can handle him, any size.
- Shh.

No.

- Something wrong? Someone out there?
- No, only Kostas' pet sheep.

Uh, how did you know
that I was Sauvignon?

We don't get many
strangers here.

- Who else could you be?
- Seems logical.

Mano didn't tell me
you were so handsome.

Oh...

But then, of course, he'd
never seen you before.

Heh, he'd better get here soon.

Oh, he'll be here in
the morning, I'm sure.

You must be tired.

Yeah, I could use
a little sack time.

It's the custom here to
have a little nightcap...

before retiring, Monsieur...

Emile.

What can I bring to your room?

Well, whatever
local custom dictates.

Psst!

- Did you say something?
- Eh, no. Nothing.

I thought I heard
someone said, "Psst!"

Heh, it's the wine.

In this region, we have a
very effervescent grapes.

I'll be up in a moment.

Okay.

Megalopolis.

Psst!

Do you want to ruin
everything? He almost heard you.

Nico? How's Nico?

I'm all right, Kyra.

Under the circumstances.

Where's your father?
Where's the money?

I cannot stay in here forever.

He's coming. He's coming soon.

When you rob a bank, you
have the police after you.

He had to wait
until dark, didn't he?

- Ach! KYRA: Now, you
stay here and keep quiet.

And don't come up,
whatever happens.

I have to bring something
to Monsieur Sauvignon.

He says he's a restless sleeper.

I may even have to sing
him a lullaby or something.

Kyra, a lullaby I understand...

but what do you
mean by "something"?

A sleeping potion.

Some of my mother's
family remedy.

You leave everything to
me, and don't make any noise!

All right, all right.

Sauvignon, where is he?

He just went upstairs. He's
sleeping. Did you see him?

- Not even a peek.
- No peek, you say?

I can handle him.

Mano is restless. We must hurry.

All right, we'll go upstairs...

and then you will tell him that
Manolakas has come back with the papers.

Why am I being all tied up?
I thought this was my idea.

Don't complain. You're
lucky that you're alive.

I thought we were friends.

Does that mean I
have to trust you?

Shh, shh.

Monsieur Sauvignon?

Yes?

What is it?

Oh, I'm sorry if I disturb you.

Disturb me?

Well, uh, yes. I guess
in a sense, you do.

Uh, if you step this way,
Manolakas is here now.

He is? Oh, splendid.

Good. Quick, into the bed.

No, no, no. That's
the wrong man.

- What are you talking about?
- That's not the man from Thrush.

That's Napoleon Solo.
He's, uh, my partner.

I'm afraid there's been
a dreadful mistake.

It's a lie, it's impossible.
I never make mistakes.

He told me he was Sauvignon.

"Napoleon Solo.

United Network Command..."

Yeah, U.N.C.L... U.N.C.L.E.
I've got one too. Here, here.

Cheated. Deceived again.

Double-crossed again!

And Manolakas?

What will he do to Nico
now, with no money?

And we get no money from
your people for either of you, huh?

Cheap man, your Mr. Waverly.
All right, you're of no use to me now.

You have both betrayed
Stavros Macropalous.

So Stavros Macropalous
will kill both of you.

No, Papa, you can't.

The minute Manolakas hears
gunfire, he'll slit Nico's throat.

If that happens, I would
die, Papa. I would die.

Kyra, you and your men.

Very well, I'll use a silencer.

No, what good does it do to
kill them? We want the money.

How much money have you?

U.N.C.L.E. agents aren't permitted
to carry large sums of money.

We operate entirely
in credit cards.

What is this? Who
hit me, and why?

I hit you because
you're a dirty,

double-crossing rat,
like your partner here.

Illya, what are you doing here?

Who's that?

Will somebody brief me, please?

I can explain, Napoleon.
In a way, it's all my fault.

This gentleman wanted
to hold me up for ransom...

and when the office wouldn't
come through with the money...

I suggested we grab Sauvignon.

Aha, brilliant.

You told me you were Sauvignon.

Now, wait a minute. It was you
who thought I was Emile Sauvignon.

Uh, so I...

Why not?

Oh, enough of these, both
of you. Say your prayers.

Nobody makes a fool of
Stavros Macropalous. Nobody.

Ah, shoot, shoot. That's
all you ever think about.

What good is it to kill them if
there is no way to get the money?

The, uh, young lady
has a point there.

Yes, and there is a
way to get the money.

- Huh?
- Yeah, you hit the wrong guy, me.

But the idea of ambushing
Sauvignon was a good one.

He must still be
on his way here.

Yeah, you know the old Greek saying,
"If you don't succeed, try, try again."

I'm sorry, gentlemen,
for all these mistakes.

Oh, don't be. It's,
uh, par for the course.

A little more than
par, don't you think?

Oh, but you see,
it's all for love.

Miss Kyra. Miss Kyra!

What are you doing here?

I'm looking for Miss Kyra.

I want her to help me
with my reading lesson.

There's a word
here I can't make out.

"U-N-C-L-E"?

"Uncle"?

Where did you steal this?

I don't steal it, I find it.

Where? Where?

In the pasture, lots of
them. I picked them up.

The rest of the
papers, where are they?

I have them in my hut.

You show me. You show
me or I'll knock your head in.

Yes, sir. Yes...

It's a car. It's a big car.

A rich man's car.

Kyra, step back. Keep
the gun on these two.

Looks like Thrush all right.

Why is it they always
get the bigger cars?

Well, when you're number
two, you have to try harder.

Yahoo!

Stop and defend yourselves!

Bring those men, but
don't let them pull any tricks.

You give me no
trouble, I murder nobody.

Otherwise, my men kill all.

Out, out, out, Mr. Thrushman.

Quick! Quick, or I shoot.

- Mr...
- Waverly.

Don't tell me I've had this arduous
and not-very-scenic journey for nothing.

I thought you were
both prisoners.

And here I find you playing
cops and robbers with the natives.

You know this man?

- Certainly.
- He's our...

Our boss.

You spoke with him on the
communicator in the cave.

Oh, yes, yes.

So you're the famous Stavros
Macropalous, the terror of...?

Thessaly.

Yeah. Well, I'm
Alexander Waverly.

Boss Waverly?

No...? No ransom?

My dear man, certainly not.

Miss Kyra! Miss Kyra, help!

Miss Kyra, help me!

Miss Kyra, he tried to kill me.

Kostas, what
happened? Who hit you?

That man, Miss Kyra, in
your tavern, the bad man.

He hit me and hit me.

He made me give him all my papers
to read. All the papers that I found.

I didn't steal
them, I found them.

"For your eyes only.
From U.N.C.L.E."

Well, the U.N.C.L.E.
secret code. You found that?

Yes, in the pasture. And that
man, he made me take him there.

There were many papers, and
he took them from me and hit me.

He scattered all my sheep.
But I found the little one.

- What's that?
- Emile Sauvignon.

Arriving with the money
to buy the U.N.C.L.E. code.

The papers Manolakas
wanted. He has them now?

Well, according to the boy.

It isn't fair!

All I have gone through!

All I, Stavros
Macropalous, has endured!

Manolakas, he has everything.

- Sic transit gloria.
- Who is Gloria?

And my poor Nico,
what about him?

Mano will shoot him
down. Murder him.

Nico? Who cares about Nico?

I, Stavros, has
been made the fool.

The big, big fool!

The biggest fool
in all of Greece!

It is you! You who has
caused all this trouble.

You have made Stavros the
laughing stock of the entire world.

You who have ruined
a dignified old age.

But I will get even.

Nobody lives to mock
Stavros Macropalous.

Nobody laughs at
Stavros. Nobody!

I kill everybody!

- Papa!
- No, no, my dear.

With you in there, the
odds would hardly be even.

And isn't our real
interest at your taverna?

Papa, stop fighting! Give up.

We've got to get to
the taverna, save Nico.

And get the money for
yourself too, Mr. Macropalous.

Thousands and
thousands of drachma.

Did you say thousands
of drachmas?

I said thousands and
thousands of drachma.

Well, what are we waiting
for? We must save Nico!

Monsieur Sauvignon, I presume.

Mr. Manolakas, I trust?

The U.N.C.L.E. secret
code, you have it?

Yes, sir. I have it here.

What is that smell?

Sheep dip.

Ha-ha-ha. Little pig!

That was a great fight!

Papa!

Papa? Papa?

Hold it. Hold it, everybody.

Monsieur Sauvignon and I
have not completed our business.

Brute! Murderer!
Wife-beater! Alcoholic!

Hey!

Mr. Waverly, you
are a great man.

Why don't you come and
live in a cave with me...

and we will terrorize
all of Greece?

Ah, it's very tempting.

I remember in my early days
as an independent agent...

I was quite active
here in Greece.

Like Napoleon and Illya?

Yes, and what romantic
days they were too.

There was one charming
young nymph I remember.

Say, what was her name?

Pappadoupoulous!

Irina Pappadoupoulous?

- With red hair?
- Yeah.

Mm, delicious.

You're not only a beautiful
bride, but you're an excellent cook.

Oh, I didn't make those.

They were sent ahead
by a friend of my father's.

A Mrs. Pappadoupoulous.

There is a lady here to see
you. Mrs. Pappadoupoulous?

Oh...

Which way is that cave?