All language subtitles for The Man From U.N.C.L.E. S02E30 The Indian Affairs Affair

- How long has he been following you?
- Since I left the agency.

- Are there any more of them?
- I don't know.

I have a car here in the alley.

- What is that?
- The cry of a wolf.

A signal for the hunters
to attack their prey.

Smoke signal?

Well, it looks like we might have
an Indian uprising on our hands.

You shouldn't be
so modest, Mr. Solo.

After all, saving Mr. Kuryakin
from a full-scale Indian attack.

I'm sure he'd do
the same for me.

- Mr. Solo, I was looking for you.
- Yes, sir.

For some time now, our
intelligence reports indicate...

that Thrush is on the verge of introducing
some new kind of hydrogen bomb.

I recall a Dr. Yahama, a
top Thrush nuclear expert.

We've just decoded the microdot
report you brought in from Oklahoma.

It seems that Dr. Yahama
has been tracked down...

to the Cardiak Indian Reservation
outside of Oklahoma City.

Why should the Indians
make an attempt upon us?

Well, it seems this report
indicates Chief Highcloud is missing.

Thrush?

A Thrush scientist
engaged on a top project...

is sent to an Indian reservation
without laboratory or staff.

An Indian chief is missing and the
tribe is reluctant to talk about any of it.

- Rather perplexing, isn't it?
- How perplexing is it?

Mr. Kuryakin will leave for the
Indian reservation immediately.

As for you, Mr. Solo...

The chief has a daughter
here in New York City.

According to Mr. Clark, technically,
she's still a princess in the tribe.

The tribe might talk to her.

Here's her address.

All right, I'll check on that.

Come on. Get him.

Get him. Come on.

What's the trouble?

It's the Indians. They
wanna talk to the chief.

- Getting restless, are they?
- Yeah.

Send the chief in here.

How's Dr. Yahama?

He's just fine. I left him
back at the shack with a man.

Oh.

This just come in off the relay.

Let's see. "Thrush Central
confirms units from Nigeria...

Bangkok, New Delhi, Kansas City.

Will be here tomorrow."

They go on to say how important it is
that the Project Z, et cetera, et cetera.

As if I didn't know.

Ah, Chief Highcloud.

Chief, your people wanna hear
from you to know that you're all right.

I'm sure you wouldn't
want them to worry...

so we'll just gonna
make a phone call.

I won't help you.

Oh, yes, you will.

Or I gonna kill every
last one of them.

You'll kill them all, anyway.
My final answer is no.

Get him out of here.

Keep him under tight security, cut
his rations down to bread and water.

And take the television
set out of his room.

I remember something about
the chief having a daughter.

- Daughter, daughter...
- Where is she?

Here it is. She's in New York.

And according to this letter, she
says she has something to do...

with the preservation of
Indian heritage in the dance.

Hi. You get my card?

Yes. Mr. Solo?

Miss Highcloud?

Look, I don't mean to pry, but our dossier
on you said that you were a student.

Yes, I am.

But when the government cut back on the
student loans I had to get a part-time job.

Now, what can I do
for the U-N-C-L-E?

Is there some
place we could talk?

I have to catch a 1:00 bus,
can you meet me outside?

Fine.

It's about your father, he's missing.
I'm afraid he's been kidnapped.

Kidnapped?

Come on, now. Who would
wanna kidnap my father?

Well, it's rather complicated.

My car is around the corner,
if you'll allow me to explain.

Your car. I see.

I've heard a lot about
you secret agents.

Taking girls away with you
on the flimsiest of excuses.

How do I know my
father's been kidnapped?

You'll have to
take my word for it.

I think I'd like something more
substantial, if you don't mind.

He has disappeared. Your
tribe won't even talk to us about it.

They seem to think we're
responsible. We nearly got scalped.

Now, they might talk to you.

What is this?

Well, the bus service
hasn't improved much, has it?

Welcome to the L.C. Carson
Historical Western Museum.

Non-profit, of course. I'm
L.C. Carson, Miss Highcloud.

What's going on
here? Where am I?

You in Oklahoma.

Not far from the
reservation of your people.

Why did you bring me here?

I represent an organization
known as Thrush.

Now, we a large organization
with varied interests.

Right now, we interested
in the Cardiak Reservation...

as a rendezvous of sorts.

See, Thrush needs privacy.

And the middle of the desert
provides plenty of it, wouldn't you say?

I see. What have you done with my father?
- He's here.

We brought you to convince
him to cooperate with us.

I don't see how I can
be of any help to you.

I think you will.

This is a hobby of mine.

Oklahoma massacre.

An entire army unit was wiped out
by a band of bloodthirsty hostiles.

It was your people that
committed the atrocity...

almost 100 years ago,
but that don't matter.

It could have been last
week for all they care.

See, Indians don't have no
guilt. That's why they still savages.

Chief, here's a little something
we shipped in from New York.

Your supposedly noble daughter
carrying on the heritage of your people.

This is how she's been
exhibiting your tribal dances.

In saloons. CHARISMA: Stop it.

It's not like that
at all, father.

Well, now, chief.

How about that
little phone call?

Well, chief?

A daughter of mine would
not dishonor herself in this way.

She is not my daughter.

You shouldn't have done that.

You're right.

Perhaps my approach
has been wrong.

I should kill him and make it an
object lesson to the rest of the tribe.

- Not a bad thought.
- Wait.

What is it you want him to do?

I want him to tell his people to
cooperate with us by keeping silent...

and by keeping strangers away from
the reservation for the next 24 hours.

Let me talk to him.
I can convince him.

Just give me a little time
to get back in his favor.

All right.

You have until
6:00 this evening.

I've promised the tribe to make the
chief available to them by sundown.

Could you find some
different clothes for me?

Something a little less radical.

I think I can find
something appropriate.

- Open Channel D..
- Kuryakin here.

I don't wanna startle you...

but I'm at a place called the L.C.
Carson Historical Western Museum...

not far from the reservation.

What are you doing there?

Thrush staged a kidnap
attempt on the chief's daughter.

Are you trying to tell me that
they staged a successful attempt?

With my usual foresight, I
affixed a homing device to her coat.

I assumed they would
take her to the chief.

I allowed them to kidnap her.

Well, I'll accept that story for the
moment. What are you doing now?

I'm gonna check
out their security...

you might as well proceed
onto the reservation.

Well, the transportation
supplied by our Tulsa office...

is not exactly the
most up to date...

but I'll drive in and let you know what I
find in the way of Japanese scientists.

All right.

He just went through the gate.

Father?

I brought you some tea.

Father, I want you to try and
understand about my dancing...

it's not wrong when I do.

I do it during my lunch hour.

I had hoped you'd return to us.

Please, father. I could never
return, not to live anyway.

I just couldn't undertake
that change in culture.

I know.

I suppose that's
what angered me.

Do you have a good
life in New York?

- Yes. I guess so.
- But you're not sure.

You're not supposed to
be happy in New York...

you're supposed to be lonesome.

You know, I'm supposed to
convince you to help those men.

I know.

Well, I guess all
we can do is wait...

and hope that the man from
U.N.C.L.E. can find us somehow.

The man from what?

Charisma?

- Mr. Solo, where are you?
- I'm outside the museum grounds.

- How are you and the chief?
- Fine, so far.

Do you know what
your hosts are doing?

No, they just want father to keep
the tribe in line until tomorrow.

Until tomorrow. All right, you
and the chief be very cooperative.

I have a man on the museum grounds,
I should be hearing from him soon.

You will tell us who you are,
why you have come to this place...

what you want.

If you don't talk, then soon
will come the giant red ants...

drawn by the sweet
smell of your pale skin.

The ants will come and
burrow under your flesh.

I looked everywhere, but I
can't find any giant red ants.

There have to be some somewhere.

I think they were killed off
by the crop-dusting last year.

If you gentlemen will
indulge me a minute.

My name is Illya Kuryakin...

you'll find my identification card in
my wallet over there in my jacket.

And that piece of equipment
that the gentleman has there...

That was my communicator.

Listen, if you will untie my bonds, I'll
show you how we can rescue your chief.

Why should we do what
you say? We don't know you.

- You have to follow me.
- Why?

Because I have the plan.

How are you, Dr. Yahama?

Would you like some raw fish?

No, thanks.

Everything quiet?

I received confirmation today
that the units are on their way.

We'll have your bomb assembled
and out by noon tomorrow.

I must say, I'll be most
happy to leave this place.

Who's in charge here?

We have come
to speak with chief.

Just a minute, I'll put
you through to him.

Wait.

We do not wish to speak
with chief on your device.

- What do you mean by that?
- We have decided.

I will go as delegate to
discuss tribal matters with chief.

- Now, just a minute.
- We have decided.

Why can't you talk to
him over this phone?

The voice can be recorded.

I have been personally tricked that way
by the telephone company many times.

We got a problem
here, Mr. Carson.

What kind of a problem?

It's the Indians. They won't
talk to the chief over the phone.

They wanna send Little
Beaver here in for a powwow.

All right, anything to
keep those animals quiet.

Send the delegate in here.

I should have known better
than to try and deal with savages.

You can't tell them
apart, they all act alike.

Oh, I don't know.

You keep your people out of
sight until you hear from me.

Let's go.

Solo here.

Our people have been
trying for two hours...

but we haven't been able to get
in touch with Mr. Kuryakin either.

What would you suggest, sir?

We'll just have to
stay on alert, I'm afraid.

Our intelligence reports that
various Thrush personnel...

are moving into
the Oklahoma area.

Ah, so the Z project
is gaining momentum.

Possibly.

That's what we have to find out.

If Thrush does have a new superbomb,
this will be our chance to get it.

All right, I'll keep an eye on things here.
You let me know if you hear from Illya.

I'll be leaving for our
Tulsa office on the morning.

You can reach me there.

Tell Mr. Carson the delegate's
here to meet with the chief.

Got a visitor for you, chief.

Something wrong?

I come to speak
for council, chief.

I see.

Would you like for
me to repeat that?

Mr. Carson wants to
see the girl right away.

I'll be right back.

You two can go on
with your conference.

There is another
of your men outside.

- He talked to us with this.
- Communicator dart.

- Fired it through the window, I suppose.
- Yes.

My friend is always showing off.

Open Channel D.

- Come in, Napoleon.
- What's wrong?

I don't know.

Anyway.

I have to get to that
telephone across the hall.

I think it's time that we
called our Tulsa office.

It's about time we had
some reinforcements.

What should we do?

I suggest you put your
ear to the floor here...

then you can hear
when the guard leaves.

- Really?
- Yes, it's an old Indian trick.

- I was just about to pour a drink.
- No, thank you.

I didn't offer you one.

Come here.

Come on. Come over here.

Over here.

Clean it up, squaw.

I don't have any rags on me.

Let me go.

My granddaddy hated Indians,
so did my daddy, so do I.

But one must know his enemies...

and I have always known of the
secret ways of the savage red man.

- Let me go.
- Today, the white man is burdened...

his vitality is ebbing
away while you Indians...

still keep your savage strength.

You need a psychiatrist, mister.
You're some kind of a first-class kook.

I know you Indians
possess the secret.

I want it.

Give me your heritage.

Stay away from me.

I'll shoot.

Not with that, you
won't. It ain't loaded.

He said the gun wasn't loaded.

They always say that.
Which way to the chief?

Operator, this is an emergency.
I need a scrambled line.

All right, we're gonna make
a break for it. Stay behind me.

- What are you doing? Generally speaking.
- I'm putting through a call for help.

Then you better try shouting
because we just cut the phone lines.

Sorry to break up your
little costume party.

How.

What's our next move?

It would be very appropriate
if we could escape now...

but I'm a little too
securely tied, myself.

- Napoleon?
- Well, I'm not having much luck either.

I've had my men check
out the entire area.

Not a sign of any U.N.C.L.E.
agents beside these two.

I'm going out to the reservation
to meet the scientists.

What is that supposed to do?

I'm trying to find the
right kind of music.

All right.

Go ahead. Just like it
was your lunch hour.

What do you want me to do?

First, order a jet, have it pick
me up at the shack at 1:00.

Then close everything down
here, and burn the place down...

with them inside.

Back to work, Napoleon.

All right.

Just as you say.

I did it.

All right, for your next
number, you untie me.

We're gonna have to
make this quick, doctor.

Well, now, although you've been
working in different countries...

independent of each other,
Dr. Yahama here has been your director.

If you will put the boxes
on the table in front of me.

Now, if you will,
please unlock them.

Thank you.

Not one of you realized it, but you
were all working in a joint effort...

to construct a new
style nuclear weapon.

A hydrogen device...

with the megaton equivalent to
any Russian or American bomb.

But it has an obvious,
crucial difference.

It's size. Small enough
to carry in a briefcase.

Yes, gentlemen, we've done it.

We've transistorized
a hydrogen bomb.

Let's go. Into the back
of the truck. Hurry up.

- That's the last of them.
- Thank you.

Get your shoulder out of
the truck. What was that?

It's a new combination of
sleep gas and deodorant.

I'm afraid all of the
phone lines are down.

They're probably assembling
the Z project right now.

All right. We'll need
some of your men.

I'll escort them down
to the reservation gate.

I should be back here
before the jet arrives.

Bonzai.

The hydrogen device is
in one of these briefcases.

Since you'll be
going in your separate

directions once you
leave the reservation...

it is a convenient
security precaution.

The combination to
your briefcase is waiting

for each of you in
your home country.

And I must warn you...

if the briefcase is opened
without the combination...

and it does not contain the
device, nothing'll happen.

However, if the briefcase is opened
and it is the one with the device...

the hydrogen device
will be triggered.

So be careful, gentlemen.

Stop here.

Get the guns out of the trunk
and distribute them to the men.

These are all the
men I could find.

All right. That'll do.

Indians. Pull the
cars into a line.

We're gonna charge
straight through them.

I don't know whom I massacring.
Only this time, we gonna win.

All right. Now, all of you
Indians, line up in front of me.

Step on it.

Straight line.

All right.

Take out your guns.

Raise you guns in the air.

Charge!

There's my jet.

Pull the cars in a circle.

All right, we've got them to take
a stand, let's close in on them.

- Where is it, Carson?
- It won't do you no good.

I found one of these
in each of the trucks.

So now, I guess I've gotta
pick out which one, huh?

If you are lucky enough
to open the right one...

you gonna blow up
this half of Oklahoma.

What do you suggest I do then?

I know where the
combination is at the shack...

if you'll let me go, I'll
show you where it is.

I see. It's that simple, huh?

I think I get the general idea.

I used a similar ploy about
three years ago in Morocco.

Hmm.

It wasn't in that one.

It was in the spring as I recall,
three years ago, similar situation.

The problem was to get
some secret information out.

That sort of narrows
it down, doesn't it?

Well, to make a long
story short, I devised a plan.

That's just as what you've done, Carson,
instead of giving it to my couriers...

I took it out myself.

Well, Mr. Solo.

I hope you don't mind my
interrupting your expedition.

No, sir, no. How
did you get here?

I was in Tulsa, waiting for you call. We
heard of a Thrush jet heading this way.

We commandeered it.

I think we'll find the
hydrogen device at their shack.

Oh, we have that already.

Yes, Dr. Yahama was
persuaded to hand it over to us.

All right, take this
man to the trading

post and arrange
for a security pickup.

Take the rest of
these men along.

There's must be a very good reason for your
being dressed up like this, Mr. Kuryakin.

I'm anxious to read
about it in your report.

I won't forget this.

This is Chief Highcloud
and his daughter Charisma.

- This is Mr. Alexander Waverly.
- A pleasure, sir.

Well, Miss Highcloud, I expect
you're anxious to return to New York.

Yes.

I suppose you must go back.

Then as your chief
and your father...

I must pass on to you
the key to happiness.

Wherever you are to live...

find yourself a nice
Indian boy and settle down.

I don't think you have
anything to worry about.