All language subtitles for The Girl from U.N.C.L.E. S01E21 The Carpathian Killer Affair

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Yeah,

this is great here.

This soup is good.

Thank you so much.

This is very good.

If there's one thing I know, it's good
soup, and this is great.

If my ex -wife cooked like Mother Magda,
I'd still be married. Her soup tastes

like... There

must be an epidemic of

acute heartburn going around.

Those were five perfectly good agents
and they were not ready for liquidation.

Yet.

Magda, what kind of a prank is this?
What are you up to?

Oh, darling.

Sometimes new ideas need a little window
dressing.

They're actors.

Everyone an expert in makeup and
impersonation.

They can look and sound like anyone.

Oh, this is wonderful.

If there's one thing I know, it's good
soup. And this is great.

If my ex -wife cooked like Mother Magda,
I'd still be married.

Her soup tasted just wonderful. I think
this is the greatest soup I've ever

tasted. Here, do you want some crackers?

Yes, please. Thank you very much. That's
incredible.

But what's the point?

As head of the new projects committee,
your approval is all that's needed to

put Sposh in the driver's seat.

We remove the originals.

Our doubles take their place.

No one is the visor.

Come and see here.

Miklos.

The screen.

Here are some of my doubles in action.

It is impossible to tell them from the
original.

Yes, honey.

It's our share. Good night.

Yeah, we can take over governments,
industries, unions.

Simple, no?

Simple, yes.

I must say, Magda, until now I thought
of you as a rather limited opportunist.

But this, this is brilliant.

Has such scope, unbelievable potential.

How long do you think it would take a
global plan to be put into operation?

Immediately.

I have 25 top agents standing by for my
coded signal.

Miklos, speak, nephew.

Bring down the tape cartridge.

In the tape in my library.

Right away, auntie.

Electronic music?

Well, it might just as well be.

All I can make out of this blasted scrap
of tape Mr. Slate brought back.

I'm sorry I goofed the assignment, sir.
I was lucky to bring myself back.

It's obviously some sort of code.

Well, if it's so obvious, why hasn't our
intelligence section broken it yet?

They've re -recorded the thing at every
possible speed.

All they get back is the same gibberish.

Well, whatever's on that tape must be
important, sir.

We had a report of Rock Munis and his
new projects committee at the hotel.

What we don't know is what Mother Magda
is up to.

As the cartridge was in her safe, we can
be pretty sure that whatever devilry

Thrush is planning is of her making.

That bit of tape doesn't seem to give us
the answer.

I assume you want me to go to the hotel
and pick up the cartridge.

As soon as possible, yes.

And take Miss Dancer with you. We can't
afford any more delays.

A waiter. Do you have the time?

With the compliments of

Mother Magda.

Oh, wow.

That's very nice.

Thank you. Thank you.

Cheers. Well, let's all drink a toast to
Shirley and Herbie. May all their

troubles be little away.

Well, to the health of the entire staff,
the waiters, bellboys, the golf

pro, to everyone who has made this such
a memorable honeymoon.

We just got here, Herbie.

As we say in the garment industry, may
the suits of your children be well cut.

And we're like iron.

Enough of the toast, Herbie. Let's go
upstairs.

Really, we can't just rush off.

It doesn't look nice. Besides, he
couldn't possibly know where we are.

Listen, once your father finds out that
we've eloped, he'll turn into a maniac,

and anything's possible with a maniac.

Shirley, honey, don't make a scene,
please. My father's in Paris with a

show. Even with his experience, it still
takes two days to copy the Dior line,

all right? Herbie.

Shirley, you're making a big thing over
nothing. Nothing?

Since when is my very first honeymoon
nothing?

Shirley, you're my wife.

You've got quite a memory.

Listen, Herbie, I don't feel the way a
bride is supposed to feel on her

honeymoon. I mean, well, Mama told me
that I'm supposed to be nervous about

not about your father.

You're embarrassing me, Shirley.

Embarrassing me.

Napkin, please.

Oh, yeah.

Seems only yesterday my late Maxie and I
were on our honeymoon.

Will you forget honeymoons?

You still haven't found that cartridge.
That means that Uncle still has it. Oh,

Rock, don't be a cloud.

Losing the cartridge was unfortunate,
but hardly fatal.

Five minutes after Uncle decoded that
tape, there go 25 of our best agents.

Add the five in that you used for
demonstrational purposes, and that

to a grand total of 30.

You're right. It's not fatal.

It's disastrous.

They will not break the code, I
guarantee it.

I haven't sent my nephew to Heidelberg
for nothing.

Tomorrow, he will have a duplicate tape
made.

Can I rely on that?

I opened another branch in Lausanne.

Naturally, it was a great success.

So I said to myself, I said, Manny,
Manny, that's my name, see?

I'm not.

Yeah. I said, if you want to make money,
you get into the high -fly department

business because there's lots of money
in it. And today... Mark?

We're in luck. The cartridge fell down
to the heating duct on the floor below.

It's a tricky spot, though.

And I plunged into bathroom fiction.

Can I help you?

Well, there's one thing I could use. A
marble bathtub.

Oh, come on, love. No, it's a...
Everybody should have a good hot bubble

I don't seem to be getting through to
you. I'll call you back later.

Does nobody like Americans know how to
make bathtubs? I'm telling you that.

Huh? You bet your sweet life.

And, you know, this year, this year I
predict a fourth quarter interest, a

fourth quarter interest in electrical,
knives, and cows.

Can I get your T -shirt, please?

Hello.

I like that one better myself.

Who are you and what do you want?

Well, I must have stepped into the wrong
closet by mistake. You know, we all

look alike these days.

Don't give me that wrong closet routine,
you fiend.

Oh, you're not fooling me. I can see
that tape. I warned Herbie his father

going to have us followed, but hiring a
private detective to bug our room. Oh,

that's a new low even for a snake like
him.

Hey.

Hey, that's mine.

Hey, now, look.

What did you do with it? Whatever, you
can't get it.

Now, look here, Miss... Mrs.

Fummer. I'm in married ladies, if you
didn't know. Mrs.

Fummer. Look, I represent an
organization called UNCLE, which stands

Network of... I don't care if it stands
for motherhood, the flag, or John

Lennon's haircut.

Nothing, just a little lover's spat.

That's progress for you. Now the
honeymoon's over before it starts.

I want to wish you both a great deal of
luck.

Thanks very much. I'm a lucky guy to get
a girl like Shirley.

A guy doesn't run into a girl like
Shirley every day in the... Well, might

well get a little shut -eye.

It's going to be about that time.

So, uh, good night.

Oh, uh, Shirley?

Shirley doesn't seem to be in the room
there. Where could she have gone?

Shirley?

Shirley?

What's this place you're coming to?

It's quieter in the shooting gallery.
I'm looking for my wife. She isn't in

room. If that was your wife, then who
was that other man chasing her?

Man? What man?

He's blind.

Talks like Rex, whatchamacallit.

He's not. Her husband?

They ran down the hallway here like this
was a playground. Down the hall, huh?

Yeah, right. Kirby, I want to discuss
something with you. Just with you.

Where are we going in there? Curly is in
the room.

I know that. Wait.

Happy anniversary.

No wonder, no wonder one out of three
marriages ends in divorce.

Did you see what she did?

Look. I didn't see, and I'm not asking
questions.

Let's go before some lunatic starts to
chase you down the hall.

What do you mean, don't worry, your
wife's in good hands, huh? Please, now

me, that was my partner, Mark Slate,
chasing your wife. What kind of an

is that? Who's Mark Slate? Who are you,
for that matter? My name is April

Dancer, and if you'll just calm down,
I'll explain everything.

The police.

That's who you'll explain everything to.
Don't call the police. Leave me. You

can't call the police. Hello, this is
Herbert Farmer, room 206.

Herbert, please.

I'm trying to help you.

Now, if you'll just calm down, I'll
prove to you that your wife is perfectly

safe. All right.

Mark? Come in, Mark.

You called, Bannon?

That's Mark Slate?

Hardly.

Let's go.

April?

April? Looks like your accomplice is
giving you the cold shoulder.

Worse than that, she got cut off.

I don't believe this whole thing is
happening.

All my life, Mama said to me, New York
is a jungle.

Every day it was. Shirley, don't go into
the subway alone.

Shirley, don't go near Central Park.
Shirley, if a strange man says hello,

him and run into the closest automat.

And what happens? Nothing.

I have to travel 5 ,000 miles to the
Carpathian Mountains to get trapped in

elevator with a strange man. And it's
not my honeymoon night yet.

Look, Shirley, I'm truly sorry you got
involved in this.

Just give me the cartridge and I'll take
you back to your own floor.

Over your dead body. For once, Herbie's
father's going to find out that some

people don't like to get pushed around,
mainly me.

Nobody's getting this except the cops.

Okay. Give it your own way.

Help! Please!

Help! Oh, give me a little!

Chateau Lafitte Rothschild, 1959.

Herbert, was that a good year?

Terrible. That was the year we cut our
whole line in velvet and the market went

crazy for corduroy, don't you remember?

With all this wine around here, I hate
to see it go to waste.

Ah, I'll open the champagne and we'll
celebrate.

What, are you kidding?

What is there to celebrate about? Here I
am on my wedding night, locked in a

damp wine cellar while my bride is
chasing around the countryside with some

other man?

What's so important about that lousy
tape, anyhow?

Good evening.

Good evening.

Midnight brunch is now being served.

I took the liberty of ordering something
very nice for you.

Listen. Listen, you can't keep us locked
up in here.

You can't keep us locked up in here like
this.

You're perfectly right, my young friend.
And just as soon as you hand that tape

over to us, you can check out.

Come, come now, Mr. Muniz.

You know perfectly well that Uncle has
the tape.

It's already been decoded.

And we know exactly what your team is.

April, darling, your mother knows you
tell such fears.

If Uncle has the tape, why has he sent
you and Mark?

late to my humble hotel.

Just as good and not so expensive.

You're wasting time, Magda.

I'll get him to talk. Where's that tape?

I said, where are those tapes?

What? Come on, you heard me.

How come you hear anything with a gun in
my ear?

Well,

now, don't they think I have enough to
do around here without being in

service?

Hey, mister.

The watchman call is ringing.

Haunting perfume countess.

Haunting perfume countess.

A sleeper awake.

They're all the same.

No, there's nobody here.

They've all gone.

Except one old gent who's sweeping it
off.

Could you wake him up?

Okay.

I'll try.

Hey, hey, mister. Mister.

Wake up, mister.

They want you on the thingamajig.

Huh?

What's that?

You know, that closet.

Oh, oh, yes.

Yes, of course.

I must have told Doc.

Now can I get on with my cleaning?

Oh, yes, yes, yes. Please do.

Waverly here.

Sure won't disturb your hangover.

Waverly here.

Yes, I heard you the first time. Slate
here, sir.

Mr. Slate, where the devil have you
been?

I've been trying to contact you and Miss
Dancer all night.

Intelligence says their hands are tied
without that cartridge.

I'm in a somewhat similar situation,
sir.

Mr.

Slade, what about that cartridge?

Have you got it?

Yes and no, sir.

It depends which way you look at it.

Mr. Slade, either that cartridge is in
your possession or it isn't.

And if it isn't, can you lay your hands
on it immediately?

Make a move, I'd break your arm.

It's not quite that simple, sir, you
see. I don't enjoy chasing after

Mr. Slade.

Do you have that cartridge, or don't
you?

What? Listen, mister, whatever your name
is, I've got your precious cartridge,

and I intend to keep it. And
furthermore, if my father -in -law is so

it, he can hear it in court.

What's going on there, Mr. Slade? Will
you go away, please?

Well, you don't have to yell.

I'm not!

The best excuse for bachelorhood I've
ever met.

Who was that woman?

That was Shirley Thummer, sir. Mrs.
Shirley Thummer!

Mrs. Shirley Thummer, sir.

It's rather a long and complicated
story.

Well, you can get it uncomplicated for
me in person.

Where are you?

I'm in jail, just outside Bushloft.

One of your friends, eh?

How the devil did you manage that?

Oh, never mind.

Don't let that Thummer woman out of your
sight.

I'll be there in a few hours.

I'll give you ample time to invent an
excuse for your present predicament.

What?

Now, Herbie.

Yeah? It may hurt just a little bit.

Here we go.

Sorry. You're all right.

That's a nice rosé.

That's a very touching, Nurse Spencer,
but it's hardly necessary.

The man has a headache.

It's a temporary condition, I assure
you.

In a little while, his pain will be all
gone.

Forever.

Huh?

What? Your aunt plans to kill us.

Yes.

You know, actually, I envy you.

I mean, it must be a great relief to
know when your time is up.

I hadn't thought of it that way. I often
have.

A great weight is taken off your
shoulders.

The future is of no importance.

The finalities of the present can be
ignored.

Don't you agree?

I suppose so.

There is one banality I would like
cleared up before I make my exit.

Yes?

What was on that cake?

You couldn't break the code, could you?

Replacing the world leaders with our
thrush doubles was Auntie's idea, but

the lunar orbiter's signal as a
triggering code was...

My idea.

You're clever.

So, in other words, all you need to
unscramble the code is to... Synchronize

cartridge with the transmission from the
lunar orbiter.

Lay the two together and read the
message.

Clever. But you don't have the
cartridge.

It's a detail, and we're taking care of
it.

Michelot, you wouldn't by any chance
happen to have an aspirin on you.

Why?

Do you have a headache?

No.

But you will.

Shortly. Bon voyage.

He's unconscious.

Herbert! Huh?

Get out of here. Come on.

Special ball, Johnny.

So that's what the game is.

Obviously, they're planning to...

Plant thrush doubles in key cities
around the world.

Oh, you're beautiful.

Beautiful. Since I know you, I've had
guns poked in my ears, boxes broken over

my head, not to mention an occasional
golf cart blown out from under me, but

this. Oh, this is your greatest triumph
yet.

Wired into an electric toaster in the
middle of a chicken soup factory.

Herbie, please. You're not dead yet.

Besides, this thing isn't even turned
on.

Well, well, well.

my two favorite troublemakers getting
along.

You know, my assaulted Mr. Mullins is
not too fond of either of you. But I

hold grudges.

So I've noticed.

Yeah.

As my late Maxie used to say, all an eye
for an eye gets you is two blind

minds.

So, lucky for you I like young people.

I am going to give you a sporting
chance.

I'll bet.

Look.

Do you want to give us your name?

My name is Selma. Her name is Selma.

Selma, do you want to take your seat
right up there with a little assistance?

And there we go.

Now remember, this is a race in which
speed and endurance counts.

The first one to pedal...

Miles on the dial wins the race and a
free bottle of champagne.

Wait, wait, wait. I think you
misunderstood me. I said only the bottle

The champagne costs a fortune.

Our bicycles are attached to the heating
element in the toaster.

The faster the bicycle, the hotter the
toaster. Get the picture?

That's a...

Pretty clear, actually.

What about this sporting chance you're
supposed to give us?

Well, if they all give up before they
have traveled five miles, you have a

sporting chance.

But if one of them has extra strong
legs, you get the

toasting of your life.

Chicken soup.

One of my better items.

If you kill us, how do you expect to
find the tape?

Oh, darling.

We have already found it, thanks to your
talking fountain pen.

As a matter of fact, an old friend would
like to say goodbye before picking it

up.

Really, Miss Adler.

I'd like to... save for the finish of
the race, my dear, but duty calls.

Goodbye. Good luck.

Hey, who's that guy?

That's not Mr.

Waverly.

You can't expect to get away with this.

Well, you and I know he's a zircon, but
we'll mark play.

Highway robbers?

charging me a thousand pengos for
carrying a concealed weapon. How did I

she was going to hit a policeman? Now,
both you acers, listen to me.

I'm afraid there isn't time for that,
Mrs. Palmer.

May I have that cartridge, please?

I told you before, no.

Now, look, Shirley, be reasonable.

I promise you that whatever is on that
tape has nothing whatsoever to do with

your father -in -law.

Turn blue.

Now, look here, Mrs. Palmer, I want the
tape counted now. You're hurting my arm.

Look, Mr.

Waverly, there's absolutely no need...
Surprise, Mr. Slate.

I suggest you and the lady get in the
car.

do as you're told slate get in the car
move move

Enjoy the show.

There are no commercial interruptions.

You will have to power a suspenseful
viewing or survive.

I hate chicken soup.

And look at Carol Petal here. Look at
her legs move,

ladies and gentlemen. Look at that
action.

Come on, Carol, keep moving, keep
moving, keep moving. There we go.

That's the way, Selma. That's the way.
Keep going.

Isn't that a marvelous exception?

Ladies and gentlemen, look at Selma
move.

Three and a half miles on the dial.

There must be some way to shut this out.

I feel like an English muffin.

Channel 3, Paris.

Priority one.

Go ahead, Mr. Weverley.

My suspicions have just been verified.

Mr. Slate and his companion have just
been abducted by my thrush double.

Until we get possession of that cottage,
we can't tell where thrush will strike.

Now listen.

I want a full green alert.

White House, London, Paris, Pekin,
Moscow, the works.

It seems to be Selma. Unless, ladies and
gentlemen, unless Carol and Clarice

catch up. This is a fight to the finish,
ladies and gentlemen. This is really

burning up.

Water.

Water!

There's not any water around here.

Chicken soup.

Chicken soup!

I guess we were done.

What would Father Flanagan say about
you?

So it's finished.

Uncle can't do a thing now to stop us.

There's no way to treat a married lady.

Correction, my shrinking violet. You
were a married lady. Your new title is

widow.

What have you done to my Herbie?

Oh, there, there. Now, darling, don't
cry. Just look at it this way.

If poor Herbie were alive now, in a few
minutes, he'd be a widower.

Better he doesn't know.

Herbie.

All right, all right.

It's time to leave, ladies and
gentlemen.

Rise, Mr. Slate.

Look.

Right, now, move.

Go on.

Go to bed. Come on. Go to bed.

In there.

Oh, wait a minute.

Shirley, relieve Mr.

Munson of the cartridge.

Where I came in.

Rock, I always knew you were a cloud.

Inside. Go on.

Together?

Inside.

I want to find Herbie. Maybe they were
lying.

There isn't time. We have to get the
cartridge to Uncle now.

No Herbie, no cartridge.

Which is it?

Herbie.

What's to say?

Just for a moment there, I thought you'd
mistaken me for my thrush double.

Mr. Wendland, I'd like you to meet Mrs.

Shirley Thummer.

She's the lady with the cartridge. Oh,
yes.

The information on that tape was of
internet. Come on.

The uncle agent and the girl have
escaped with the cartridge.

I was just coming to tell you I have
finished duplicating another.

We can begin transmission at any time.
Good.

But I want those two first. I have some
unfinished business with Mr.

Mark Slate.

Auntie.

You and Mr.

Monis.

I'd forgotten how relaxing it seemed
about to be.

Better with your clothes off.

Don't mind me. I'm just one of the boys.

Miss Bomber, you should try our new lady
sauna.

This is really against the rules.

Hands up, gentlemen.

He isn't dead, is he?

I have a feeling Mark was here.

A friend certainly has a peculiar way of
marking trails.

Sorry.

Good me glory.

Good, very good.

This carrying factory is the latest
addition to my humble hotel.

2 ,500 cans of Mother Magda's famous
soups are produced here every hour.

I think I used to buy them. I could kill
myself.

Don't worry, I got out of situations
worse than this before.

I have prepared a fresh bat of borscht
just for you.

It was my late Maxie's favorite.

By the way, your friends seem to have
popped out for the moment.

We will take care of them as soon as you
are in Sissou.

Mi cloche.

They are all yours.

Work the dial.

cartridge, Mr. Munnis?

She'll have that cartridge, Mr. Munnis.

All right, let's get those hands up.

Herbie.

What have you done with my wife?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Take it easy, Herbie.

No trick.

Say it again. I didn't hear you too
good.

I said... She's in a canning factory
with Mother Magda.

She's in the canning factory with
that... I heard what you said.

Now, listen.

I'll go check out the canning factory.
You stay here and watch him.

I'll watch him.

Just watch him.

I'll watch him.

Don't worry about that.

That's nice material.

In the name of decency, woman, at least
let Mrs. Palmer go free.

And let her spread malicious gossip
about me.

I have a reputation to protect.

Don't be so ungrateful. There are plenty
of people who would love the soup.

Let me know if it needs more salt.

Bon appétit.

You can't deny it. Mother Magda does put
her heart and soul into her soup.

So I said to myself, I said, Manny,
Manny, you want to get into this high

equipment business. There's nothing like
it. It has all kinds of... Mr. and Mrs.

Summer, Herbert and Shirley, not just
the United Network Command for Law and

Enforcement, but I would venture to say
the whole world owes you a debt of

gratitude.

Here.

Long life.

Radiant health, boundless joy, and
plenty of children.

I'll drink to that.

Cheers.

The glasses, Herbie. We're smashing our
glasses.

Oh.

Well, now that your services are no
longer required by the uncle

what are your plans?

Well... To get on with the honeymoon.

All in good time, Shirley.

All in good time.

About my services being no longer
required, if I were your organization,

think it over.

I got us out of that toaster pretty
good, didn't I?

You were incredible.

Trust me.

Suddenly it's all very clear to me.

I was born to do espionage work.

Something about the way I move.

Herbie. Now, don't try to talk me out of
it, Shirley.

I'm the spy who came in from the garment
industry.