All language subtitles for The Girl from U.N.C.L.E. S01E06 The Horns-of-the-Dilemma Affair

Don't be so afraid, old man.

One is

to

live, old man.

One must conquer fear.

You promised my pet.

Fabulous. Absolutely wild.

Welcome, Matador.

And what loveliness have we here?

Alejandro de Sada, may I present Miss
April Dancer.

You certainly may.

Señorita, you grace my house.

You were right, Paco.

He's utterly charming.

Eleuterio. Las maletas y que preparan un
cuarto.

I'm sure you want to get some rest, by
the way.

Yes.

What do you think of her?

Exquisite.

And you're a fool.

Now, of all times, why now?

Recognize him, Mr. Slade?

Alejandro De Sada, isn't it, sir?

Yes. Extremely dangerous man, Mr. De
Sada.

Extremely dangerous.

He might well be the head of Thrush
Latin America.

Miss Dancer put in a great deal of
effort to reach him.

It seems she succeeded.

Open channel D, please. Scramble the
pattern.

Report, please.

I'm in the house, sir.

Photo number three.

Rithwald?

Yes, he's here.

Alive.

Excellent.

Mr. Slade will contact you. And use
extreme caution.

You better believe it, sir.

Comfortable, Mr. Roosevelt?

What is this? Why are you doing this?

Do not fear.

There will be no pain.

Go ahead, Doctor.

Rocket transport capable of 5 ,000 miles
an hour?

Fantastic, sir.

And quite a catch for thrush, Mr. Slade.

They could put demolition experts any
place on the globe within two hours.

If they could get their hands on it.

Oh, we think they're trying.

Top men of Project Gamma.

Wilkin, aeronautical engineer, Duvald,
metallurgy, and now Risfold.

Aircraft manufacturer.

All of them. Within a month.

Disappeared completely.

Not a trace.

Do you know where you are?

The sum of one plus one?

Your name, please.

He seems to need further attention,
Doctor.

A strong mind.

But soon he will be like the others.

Well, see to it.

What's wrong?

A man with his brains in a cave.

Are you still angry about the girl?

Believe me, she's absolutely harmless.

What do you know of her?

She's just a girl, Alejandro.

Exciting, beautiful, and most
simpatican.

A lovely creature. Nothing more.

For your sake, I hope so.

Oh, Alejandro, listen.

Paco!

Do not presume on our friendship.

If you have made a mistake, remember,
the matador can die.

As quickly as the bull.

Hi.

So here you are, Paco.

I've been looking all over for you.

Here.

Thank you.

I'm sorry I've taken Paco away from you.

Just so long as you return him to me.

Fly with me to El Rancho, he said.

It's divine. You'll love it.

And everyone will be there, but
absolutely everyone.

So where is everyone?

I mean, where's the action, darling?

The lady is right. I have been a very
poor host.

Allow me to make amends.

By all means.

Shall we?

Ah,

beautifully played, darling.

Thank you. It was an honor of our guest.

Have you two met?

April Dancer, Sarita Diaz.

Oh, how do you do?

And tell me, are you fond of high alive,
April?

Oh, mad about it. Perhaps you'll teach
me.

Well, now, this is not exactly a game
for the ladies, you know.

This thing travels at about 90 miles an
hour.

I know, I saw it kill Casares in Mexico
City.

Oh, an aficionada, eh?

Hardly. Where else have you seen it
play?

Oh, you know, Madrid,

Barcelona, Miami, Tijuana.

But never here?

No, this is my first visit.

Your first... Your first visit, eh?

Oh, well, now, Paquito, come here.

Paco, now you are being the poor host.

You know, it's her first visit, and the
only thing she's seen is my poor house.

Show her the city, Paco.

The city.

Of course.

Excuse me, eh?

Let's go.

Within 24 hours, our man was found
murdered.

We still know knowledge of the contact's
identity.

Only his code name, Montezuma.

That's when we assigned Miss Dancer.

What's her cover, sir?

Is the name Paco Herrera familiar?

The matador.

As well as Mr. De Sala's protege.

And very fond of the ladies.

Miss Dancer capitalized on that.

She captivated Herrera.

It was relatively simple for her to
suggest a visit to Mexico.

Lovely, this time of year.

Well, a bit sticky from my point of
view.

Back her up very carefully, Mr. Slade.

About my cover, sir.

I've already chosen one.

It should appeal to your sense of the
bazaar.

Hello there, Matador, old chap.

Jolly well time you made our peep. What?

Why, Taylor, it does look awfully good.

For six years you've insulted me in your
newspaper.

You think we're going to make it up with
a drink?

Frightful temper this bullfighter chap
has.

A girl can't be too careful.

Oh, well, sorry about the past, John
Thomas.

Oh, come on. Get lost.

Paco, he's just trying to be friendly.

Friendly? Do you know who this is?

Bertie St. John Worcester.

English bullfight critic.

They're for few between us.

So I got it.

In my brains, it is burned what you
wrote.

Paco Herrera.

A torero of much courage.

And little talent.

I say, that really is awfully good.

And I say, if you were younger, I would
challenge you to a duel.

You'll probably butcher the job, dear
boy.

Unless your sword works in fools.

You see, he stops again.

Skin -skin blighter, isn't he?

I'm awfully sorry, I didn't quite catch
your name.

April Dancer.

Oh, jolly good.

Staying at the hotel, are you?

No, with friends.

Oh, pity.

I am.

Waiter. Oh, good boy. Another round?
What?

Another time.

We are just leaving.

Why, it's only for a show.

Oh, no, no, no. Mine, dear boy. In honor
of our truth. Oh, no.

You're going to write that you... I
accepted a bribe from you.

There's absolutely no getting on with
the fellow.

April? Oh, just checking, darling.

Right.

I'd say a sensible girl, that. Eye for
the pennies.

If I were 10 years younger...

Sure.

Very good.

Excellent.

You know, it's most amusing, their
efforts at secrecy.

Scientists working independent from each
other, building up component parts.

Child's play.

And all in vain.

Project Gamma will be ours.

Not without Professor Van Zyl.

I must have his formula for solid -state
fuel.

Patience, Doctor, patience.

It's being attended to.

Very soon he will be delivered to your
little plaything.

Well, Parker, I had an absolutely lovely
afternoon.

I'm so glad.

Goodbye. See you later.

Yes.

You must have been a rise in school
play.

That dialect.

Ah, everyone's a critic.

Look, the real Bertie actually sounds
like that.

I was quite good, in fact.

Don't apologize.

I won't. It worked.

Any progress?

Nothing yet on Montezuma.

And I think de Sade's suspicious.

He definitely queued Paco to get me out
of the house this morning.

We'd better meet and plot a course.

Right. Oh, I'll borrow a car. I'm sure
DeSoto won't mind.

Half an hour, then.

What was it you called her?

Just a girl.

A lovely creature, eh?

Nothing more.

She's an agent, you fool!

How was I to know?

How? How, indeed.

If you have endangered the project...
You tell me what to do. I'll do

You may be the first matador not to
worry about the horns.

You may not live long enough to die on
them.

We'd better keep going. We're still
inside of the house.

Better slow down. These cars are a bit
dodgy.

April, did you hear me? Slow down.

I'd love to, but how?

This thing's got a mind of its own.

By the shoulder of the road.

Drag it along the shoulder, quick.

Stand there. Do something.

Hang on, dear. I'll be right back.

That car must be under remote control.

Somebody knows who you are.

Yeah, now my job is not to let them know
I know they know.

And who gave you instructions to kill
Miss Dancer?

If your mentality but matched your
Veronica. But I thought it would please

You said she was an agent.

And therefore most useful. Don't think,
Torero, don't think.

Just listen carefully.

I wish her alive, unharmed.

At least for the moment.

I'll tell you when to dispose of her.

Now, first we have to attend to that
little matter of the other uncle agent.

Yes.

Your friend, Bertie St.

John Worcester.

sir. The man just slipped and fell.

Unfortunately, the police seem to think
I sort of pushed him.

I see.

A bit awkward, Mr. Slate.

Yes, I was wondering if you could
possibly pull some strings.

It's not for my sake, but I'm worried
about Miss Dancer.

I'll attend to it.

Probably take till morning, though.

Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

That's something, Amigo.

Who's on the other end?

A friend.

You want to sell it?

I pay good.

Oh, I'm sorry. I can't. It's a
government issue.

Hey, that's my wallet.

Uh -huh.

Sorry, amigo.

Wrong wallet.

Just name a price.

Uh -oh.

No money.

Would you take a credit card?

It's as good, better than money.

So that's what you're in for, eh?
Pickpocket.

You, amigo.

Would you lend me 50 pesos to pay my
fine? I'll pay you back mañana.

With interest?

Okay?

When?

Good.

Very good. Keep me informed.

Flash central.

Professor Wanzold has just left Berlin.

He will soon join our little group.

Willingly.

How did he manage that?

Well, very simple.

He and Riesvold are all dear friends.

Now he knows he holds Riesvold's life in
his hand.

Charming?

You have the right to take me from the
airplane and bring me here.

I demand my release at once. My dear
Wenzel, don't you understand?

I understand only that the Rieswald will
die.

That's what they want you to think.

Surely you realize you're the last link
with Project Gamma.

Without the fall of us, there is no
Project Gamma.

You admit you're not sure they have the
other two.

Welton and the Walt.

Seems more than likely.

Not enough.

Wenzel. Litten.

I owe Rieswald everything.

He has backed my work, made it possible.

We're aware of it. And more, much more.

Were it not for Rieswald many years ago,
I would have died in a concentration

camp.

I cannot risk his life now.

And we cannot risk Project Gamma.

He has nothing more to give.

I cannot correlate the doubt of it up
until it. He should be here in a few

hours.

Magnificent.

Just magnificent.

Imagine.

Twelve hours ago, that was a brilliant
man of science.

Now, a vegetable.

Nothing more.

But every idea he ever had, each
thought, the smallest memory, like in

all time, to be used as I desire.

Oh, yes.

Not only will Project Gamma be ours, but
its first use will be the complete

destruction of Uncle.

My dear Borman, you are a genius.

Thank you, Adesara.

Which leaves only the matter of money to
be settled.

Plus one other little detail.

Let me go!

Let me go! You must be mad!

Let me go!

You cannot manage alone!

You will need me!

No, no.

Only your mind.

And I will always have that, will I not?

Fascinating.

And one less associate to worry about.

Hey, be cool.

Happy in your work, are you?

Si, happy.

It is more than you will be.

I know. The lamp dries the wicker and it
shrinks.

Si.

Adel, senor.

Muy bien, muy bien. Me alegra mucho.

Muy bien.

She's still trying to reach him.

Oh, how very sad.

Mark?

Come in, Mark.

She's trying to reach a dead man.

But Paco, I feel perfectly naked without
it.

I mean, a girl without lipstick is like
a... Well, you know what I mean.

Tangerine? Boola boola pink.

April?

April?

April?

Oh. Muy bien, Sarita.

Muy bien.

Very, very well done.

Ah, lovely.

Just lovely.

They don't look too good.

You got a problem?

You ever try to start a car without a
key?

Very difficult.

For you, difficult.

For me, easy.

How was I to know it was a friend?

Hardly a threat to Domingue.

Oh, no, no, it's very good. The only
thing, look, if you can keep your arms

closer to the side... Oh, but darling,
my arms are already falling off.

Look, honey, if I'm going to look like
anything for the party tonight, I've

been... Listen, listen, just once more,
for me.

You have such a feel for it.

It's really impressive.

Try it.

Problems? Very clever, the señor
Waverly.

Seems he's holding Van Zold.

Maybe I can help, si?

Perhaps we shall have him.

If one plans well, one is prepared for
every situation.

You are the best I've ever seen. Oh,
silly.

Just something I've picked up?

Oh, you were magnificent, my dear.

Where did Paco ever find you? Come on,
let's go.

And leave my adoring public.

I am your adoring public.

Champagne. Oh, it could save my life.

A toast to the most beautiful woman in
all Mexico. How right you are.

You clumsy fool. That's all right,
Marco. He couldn't help it.

Highlight court.

Ten minutes.

Montezuma.

Let me see.

Oh, no, it's nothing. No harm done.

Marco, would you mind, darling? I'd like
to go change.

I'm going to see that he's properly
punished.

Oh, no, Paquito.

You just go find yourself a pretty
little substitute.

But not too pretty.

Señorita!

Where, please?

Beneath.

House.

A cellar.

How do I get there?

Now we can negotiate with Anko.

I'm afraid your information is
inaccurate, Senor Desada.

Oh, come, Waverly. I expect the better
of you.

You intercepted Van Zold at exactly 9
.16.

He entered Uncle Headquarters at 9 .57,
and he is still there.

Even assuming that you're correct, what
you propose is... Propose?

Insist.

Waverly, you have no choice.

Both Miss Dancer and Mr. Slate are my
prisoners.

Need I elaborate?

How come the solution is so simple?

Release Van Zold.

Allow him to continue his journey.

If he's here in the morning, both your
agents will be free to leave unharmed.

And the alternative?

I'm afraid you would have to replace
them.

I... I'd like time to consider it.

Oh, yes. Take all the time you wish.

As long as Van Zold is here in the
morning.

Have Professor Van Zyl brought in.

Good morning.

Not really.

Our guest of honor looks a bit rumpled.

Well, a funny thing happened on the way
to the highlight court.

Now what?

This is a little bit awkward, isn't it?

We just going to sit here?

If you want to live.

Is that really necessary?

Ask a silly question.

Really, Sarita, couldn't we be a little
civilized?

Mind if a girl puts her face on?

My compact.

Please.

Thank you.

That was a waste of money.

Perfectly awful scent.

The things they pass off as perfume.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

Welcome home.

I see.

What plane did he take?

Midnight. He should be landing about
now.

Want me to get the ETA?

No, it's too late for that.

Thanks, love.

Mark?

Where the devil have you been?

Out, if you must know.

Never mind. What's happening?

Well, Waverly's on his way here by
plane.

And Assata's car left the house half an
hour ago towards the airport.

To meet Waverly?

Unless we can head him off at the pass.

Look, you'd better meet me. I've got an
idea.

No. You go after Waverly.

I've got to go see a man about a cellar.

Welcome to the club, Professor Van Dolt.

Don't be patronizing, Mr. Slade.

Just because a man sits at a desk
doesn't necessarily follow that he's

Quite a nice setup you have here.

But I don't have anything to do with it.

It's just Desada.

Where is Desada?

Well, he rides sometimes in the morning.

That's it.

He's riding.

Then we'll find him.

Thank you.

Incredible feet.

Yes, sir.

Fancy facing that sort of danger every
day.

Oh, well, one must know when to be
grateful.

What?

I mean, after all, here we wallow in the
lap of luxury, and that chap risks his

life.

He must be joking.

I think he's putting us on.

Quite.

All's well, incidentally.

Each of the scientists kept a complete
record, ensuring the completion of

Project Gamma.

Incidentally, we have a plane to catch.

I think I've misplaced my wallet.

I haven't, by Jove, I've lost it.

Would you mind?

Purely alone, of course.

Of course.

I'll just see if I have enough.

Chaos.

Fake chaos.

Hola, amigo.

You see?

On his journey. A whole new man.

The gentleman is a friend.

I think you lost this, senor.

Maybe you better make out a list of your
friends, senor.

You're costing me a fortune.