All language subtitles for The Girl from U.N.C.L.E. S01E19 The Drublegratz Affair

Calm yourself, Highness. Calm yourself.

Do you realize what would happen if one
of his sons would come and take over?

Thrush will be thrown out of
Bruegelgratz.

Everything he and I have worked for,
gone.

Highness, Highness, you will take your
brother's place.

Thrush is arranging accidental deaths
for your nephews.

They are sending a man who... Then where
is this man?

Do not be angry, my darling.

You wait here and look sad, eh?

I will be back but in a few minutes.

Come in.

When I do return, I will take you to the
jewelry store, eh?

Now we can talk.

This is the man Thrush has sent.

Allow me to present Dr. Igor Gork.

Karen.

Is he dead yet?

He is on his way.

He will arrange accidental deaths for
your nephews.

If he can keep his mind on his work long
enough.

Let me warn you, Dr.

Goff. I have heard all about you.

So, if you please remember, you are not
now in Paris or London

romancing innocent girls.

But, Your Highness, it is just light
entertainment.

Light entertainment, indeed.

There will be none of this on this
assignment. None.

But for those ugly little things you put
in my vases.

Jamming devices, your highness.

If there should be anyone trying to
eavesdrop, all they will hear will be

buzz.

They're using a jamming device, no
doubt.

However, we've been in touch with Prince
Nikolai. He's extremely anti -thrush,

as you know.

He's driving into Drubregat's at the
moment.

It's maybe him coming now.

Nice to see you, Prince Nikolai.

You still don't know what made it
collapse.

All right.

Well, the problem now is how to protect
the late Prince Nikolai's brother,

Prince Ephraim.

Miss Dancer. Yes, sir.

As you're probably aware, Prince Ephraim
is a great patron of rock and roll.

Oh, yes, he's quite famous at it.

He's staging a rock and roll festival at
the Palace of Drubegratz.

So you'll go back to Drubegratz.

One of our contacts, a London booking
agent, has arranged for you to be the

discotheque dancer at the festival.

I? Our records are that you... You know
something about dancing?

Yes, but... As to you, Mr. Slate, we...

We'll outfit you with reviews and
testimonials from various musical

extolling your proficiency on the French
horn.

French horn?

Yes, you'll be different.

Weak weather.

Everyone else will be bringing guitar
parts.

You will outfit yourself with one of
those... One of those wigs.

Sir, unfortunately, I don't play the
French horn.

This will give you sufficient cover to
gain access to Prince Ephraim.

And his Aunt Rapunzel.

Excellent cover, sir, but unfortunately
I don't play the French horn.

I think the wig should be a little moth
-eaten.

Sir, he said he doesn't play the French
horn.

Miss Dancer, I'm well aware of what Mr.
Slate was saying.

So you don't play the French horn?

Well, improvise.

Where'd you get those crazy pipes?

Oh, it's a French horn, actually.

Oh.

Do you play with one hand?

Can you dance with one leg?

I used to dance and play the guitar at
the same time.

Do you know the Daily Flash?

Yes, often.

I came here to work with them.

I hoped.

They're out of sight.

Oh, really?

That's why I'm so low at this moment.

Yes, you do seem a bit close -mouthed.

I do, don't I?

That's because it wouldn't have mattered
if I broke my foot or not.

They already have a go -go girl.

Wonderful girl. Never knew she existed
until yesterday. She just came in and

took over.

Just came in and took over?

What do you mean?

You mean you don't know who she is?

Where did she come from?

Teddy Southkirk, the booking agent. He
sent her over.

Are you sure she has had no previous
experience?

None.

My aunt is trying to interest me in a
Bulgarian songwriter.

Bulgarian? His name is Dr. Igor Gork.

You ever hear of him?

No.

Nobody has.

Your Highness.

Dr. Gork.

I wish to use your radio.

Look, but don't touch.

Hello. Hello, I wish to speak to London,
please.

Yes, London, please run check on Mr.

Selcuk, the booking agent. I will wait.

Yes.

Yes.

Mr. Selcuk is uncle contact in London.

Thank you very much.

This girl, she is agent for uncle. I
want her response immediately.

My dear princess.

We do not have time for side accident.

She will be dancing at the festival.

And in that case, our problem is solved.

It pains me to say this, but she, with
your nephew, will die Saturday night.

Poor little pigeon.

Poor little pigeon, indeed.

A man of your attainments, your genius,
and all you can think of as the poor

little pigeons?

You should learn to appreciate the
mature beauty of the older,

more intelligent woman.

I'm in my room in the palace, sir. I
can't talk for too long.

Your inquiry concerning Dr.

Gock? Yes.

He's no songwriter.

He's a notorious thrush scientist.

Dr. Igor Gock. But he's writing songs
for the Daily Fly.

The obituaries would be more in his
line, I think.

My guess is that...

Prince Ephraim is about to meet with his
accident.

Gentlemen, Your Highness, this is the
way we are going to cause the accident.

First of all, this is a multiple
resonance detonator.

Now...

This

is matter.

In every little piece of matter there
are...

small, moving atoms, they have a rhythm,
which we call resonance.

The detonator will measure the
resonance, and because resonance is

will register on the piano as a tune.

The detonator will intensify the rhythm.
The atoms will dance madly,

and boom!

This piece of matter will shatter like
the bridge at Drupalgrass.

Excellent, Dr. Quark, excellent.

Continue, please.

This is the mountain, the glacier.

Here is the palace. In the corner, the
laboratory.

We will be here, in the safe zone.

We will plant loudspeakers.

Around the glacier, the piano will
record its rhetoric, its tune.

Upon this tune, we will build a little
song.

On the night of the festival, the
orchestra, the daily flashes, will sing

little song.

We will pipe the daily flashes back into
the laboratory, from here to the

loudspeakers, to the glacier around the
mountain, causing an intensified

vibration result.

Eighty million tons of ice and snow will
fall upon your unfortunate nephew.

Bravo, bravo, bravo.

Crushing the palace like an egg shell.

Oh, well, it needs redecorating anyway.

Come, doctor, stop twaddling. It is time
to give the daily plushes its own.

I am not twaddling. It is a very big
glacier.

Oh, and what a beautiful glacier.

It is my beautiful glacier.

What a shame to destroy it.

I want you to liquidate her. Get rid of
her. Get rid of her.

Get me Station Y.

This is Station G.

Come in, Station G.

There is an uncle agent.

A ravishing little pigeon.

She has beautiful eyes, a pixie little
nose.

She's right below you.

Yes. She's spying.

Well. Liquidate her.

Disposal completed.

Young lady's body now at bottom of
cliff.

Bottom of a cliff?

How is she?

How is she?

How is your great -grandmother?

Dead, perished.

She was so pretty, too.

Come, we have work to do.

I play the guitar and you do the
wiggling. No, no. You play the guitar

do the wiggling. No, you play the French
horn and I'll do the wiggling. And

we'll call ourselves the Broken Bones.

What's that sound?

Excuse me.

Is that your heart?

Well, don't get so excited. We haven't
got it yet.

Please.

Don't follow me.

Make it fast, April.

Mark!

Where are you talking from, underwater?

I've just been thrown off a cliff.

Now, say that slowly.

Who threw you over what cliff?

Two Tyrolean mountaineers.

They were carrying electronic equipment.

Is that par for Tyroleans?

Not if they throw you over a cliff.

There were some loudspeakers at the side
of the hill.

Loudspeakers? Yeah, what do you think?

I think they're planning something a
little bigger than just an accident for

Ephraim. Right.

I've got company. I'd better call you
back.

You talk to yourself?

Only when I'm alone.

The glacier is so big.

The tune is not coming in fast enough.

That is the tune. We should come in like
a dance, with rhythm.

That's it.

We got it. It's coming.

The question is, will it be coming in
time?

The important thing is the detonator.
The battery is working.

What matters, what time it comes in.

We can always throw your nephew over the
cliff, too, no?

Oh, certainly.

Murder? Never.

Now, please.

Never discuss such things in my
presence.

I am a princess.

And like Caesar's wife, it is necessary
I always be above any suspicion.

Of course, it would be great help to me
and to Thrush. Also, if I have Prince

Consort like the Queen of England.

A husband who enhance my dignity. A man
of distinction, a man of science, a man

of learning.

Tell me something, Igor.

Have you ever thought of getting
married?

I am married to my saints, Mother
Highness.

Besides, can I aspire the hand of a
princess?

What am I?

Let alone Bulgarian.

Yes, but with a multiple resonance
detonator. Igor, if it is possible for

you to bring down Glacier...

Why not Moscow?

Why not the moon?

Why me?

Why not you and I together, Igor, taking
over the universe?

That's it.

The sound of the glacier.

What is it? What is it? The tune.

Yes.

It is the sound of the glacier. My
Bulgarian baby.

Tell the men to collect the
loudspeakers.

Ha -ha! Ah, the sound of the glacier!

Ha -ha! Ma!

Igor! A Bavarian baby!

Igor, did you hear the words I say to
you, Igor? Igor!

Where do you see?

A princess friend!

A princess friend! I hate you so!

La -la -la -la -la -la -la -la -la -la
-la -la -la -la -la -la -la -la -la -la

-la -la -la -la -la -la -la -la -la -la
-la -la -la -la -la -la -la -la -la -la

-la -la -la -la -la -la -la -la -la -la
-la -la -la -la -la -la -la -la.

Yes, sir, electronic equipment.

And Mark found loudspeakers at the base
of the mountain.

Loudspeakers, eh?

Where is Mr. Slate? I don't know. I'm
waiting for his call now.

We're analyzing samples from the
Drubergatz Bridge, but I see nothing of

significance so far.

Loudspeakers. That's very strange.

Very.

I'm going to sneak around the far side
of the palace and see just how many

are.

I'll call you as soon as I hear from
Mark.

Gentlemen, your attention, please. The
tempo will be in metronome 130.

G clef, of course.

Oy,

oy, oy, oy, my Bulgarian baby.

Oy, oy, oy, oy, my Bulgarian doll.

Oy, oy, oy, oy, my Bulgarian baby.

Oy, oy, oy, oy, I love you.

Make it for him.

Where did you find this wire head?

Do you like the tune?

I want you boys to play it Saturday
night.

Hold it, lady. We're creative artists.

I want it as a wedding present for Igor.

We are getting married.

Married?

Did you say married?

He said something so astonishing about
me getting married.

What music?

I wrote it.

Very pretty.

This is Dr.

Gork. And of course, you know, my aunt,
the Princess Rapunzel.

A charm, my dear.

How very nice to see you again.

I wrote a song.

They are going to play it.

My Bulgarian Baby.

It is Dr. Gork's wedding song. You see,
he and my aunt are getting married.

Who said...

I had to let our little secret out of
its bag, darling. Oh, come, it's time to

go. You want the boys to have time to
rehearse your little tune? Goodbye,

everybody.

Goodbye, everybody.

Man, what a barracuda.

I would like your eye, miss, to clear up
a little, miss, on standing... Not in

front of the peasants.

We have more pressing matters.

This church is too dangerous.

We cannot wait. I want her extirpated
tonight.

Arrange it. Yes, this will happen. Now,
about the misunderstanding. Not in front

of the servants.

Oi, oi, oi, oi.

My Bulgarian baby.

Oi, oi, oi, oi.

My Bulgarian doll.

Oi, oi, oi, oi.

My Bulgarian baby.

Oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi. I love you.

Well, that's it, Mr. Waverly.

The question is, why would a scientist
like Dr.

Gork be writing songs with a daily
flash?

An excellent question, Miss Dowson.

We'll have the song analyzed.

It may contain a clue.

Where's Mr. Slate?

I haven't the foggiest.

I have a visual teaser print.

Out. Out.

Your Highness.

Would you believe a vase?

A book?

An apple? Anything, something. Go, go.
Here.

Here.

All right. All right. I will show you.

Slade? Where are you?

Ah, I'm in the palace kitchen.

I am not alone.

I'd better call you back.

The sound you are hearing is the rhythm
inside the apple. The atoms will dance.

The apple will blow apart.

Unfortunately, the detonator cannot work
precisely with such a small object as

the apple. But the glacier, the glacier,
it is impossible to miss. It will fall

upon Prince Ephraim. Believe me.

Now, it may not be apple music entirely.

What else could it be?

A stray music.

Maybe the top of his head.

Wait a minute.

Yes? What are the chances?

I would say 98%. The top of my head or
the apple?

I really don't know.

Thank you. You're welcome.

Hold! Now please don't move.

We are ready!

Incredible neat weight.

But it will not miss the glacier.

Take him downstairs.

Yep. Ah.

Am I allowed a phone call?

It's awful, aren't they? Hmm?

A Bulgarian baby.

A Bulgarian doll.

A Bulgarian baby.

I love you.

What am I doing here?

Tomorrow night is the festival.

To keep up adherence.

And by the day I want my engagement
ring.

Engagement ring? Of course.

From ask me about it, when I came in, I
was utterly embarrassed. Imagine being

engaged and no ring.

April here.

This is Mr. Waverly here.

I'm at Drubergrat's headquarters.

I can't talk, sir. I'm in the middle of
rehearsing.

Dr. Gork and the princess are here.

We've analyzed a piece of the Drubergatz
bridge.

It shows internal destruction.

The thong you sent us may have some
bearing.

It seems possible that a resonant
intensifier was used.

Resonant? You mean to make something
collapse?

Precisely. Well, you may be right, sir.
Mark saw some electronic equipment.

I'll call.

I get no answers, sir.

I'll keep trying.

speak to Mark?

Mark? He left me alone on the terrace of
the ski lodge, and I would like to tell

him myself exactly what I think. And
don't say he's not here because I saw

come in.

Oh, Mark, you're bold once you've
stepped in.

April's gone. Huh?

Oh, she'll be back. I hope so.

many people do you think you can get in
here?

How many sardines go in a can?

Very funny. Ha ha. Where do the cops
hear about this? This is kidnapping.

How long have we been in here? I'm
starving.

Oh, the gag.

Oh.

Oh.

Now, listen.

You turn around.

I'll undo your hands and you undo mine.
Okay. All right?

Have I got it?

Yes. Good.

Hey, crazy.

What are you, secret agents or
something?

Not something, period.

You mean secret agents like secret
agents?

Couldn't we change the subject?

What's a nice girl like you doing in a
place like this?

Festival, it's starting.

Oh, don't worry. I've got out of
situations worse than this before.

I don't care what Her Highness says. I
want them dead before we take them down

to the stage.

Oh, the whole place is blown up.

That one's only a noise capsule.

This one sounds like an atom bomb.

We'd better get out of here before they
find out they're stealing one piece.

What about Dr. Gork's machine?

Upstairs. The daily flash hasn't started
seeing Bulgarian babies yet, so we

might have time to warn them.

Follow me.

Come on.

No, wait.

Contact with laboratory established.

Contact established.

Contact is established.

Loudspeaker detail reporting.

Are the loudspeakers connected?

All connected.

Disconnect. Disconnect.

Hold back for intensification.

Check test.

Check test.

flash. Let's go.

This is crazy. Is he somebody with a
mountain?

I'm terribly sorry, gentlemen. Believe
me.

Oh, they're only asleep. Come on.

bye for my Bulgarian

We're busting up the joint.

Coming over backwards.

Sorry. Oh, excuse me.

Of course, they would make rotten
publicity if the real story ever came

Now, April, darling, would you explain
that again?

You know, Howard was supposed to do it
the one way, but then did it the other.

As we have already explained, the atomic
rhythm was

intensified, but due to the direction...

of the impulses, the whole thing went
counterclockwise.

Is that right?

Oh, perfect.

Perfectly, yes, sir. Continue.

Yes.

Can you explain the rest, sir?

Well, we can always send the Prince a
memo.

The important thing is the reputation of
these flashing dailies.

Daily flash, sir.

Yes, the group brought down the glacier.

I doubt if we could make anyone think
they didn't.