All language subtitles for The Girl from U.N.C.L.E. S01E28 The High and the Deadly Affair

He's completely harmless now.

You're going to release him?

He can't even remember his own name.

The injections of alluvium I gave him
are exactly the same as those I've been

giving our little pets in there.

In smaller doses.

Do you recognize this, Mr. Owens?

It's your communicator.

Perhaps you'd like to say a few words to
your friends at uncle?

Well, I'm afraid we must set our
unfortunate uncle agent free to die on

else's doorstep.

Come along, Mr. Owen.

We have to be on that plane to Ankara
tomorrow.

Before we uncovered him, he did manage
to communicate with Uncle.

He chanced upon my discovery and may
have told Uncle what I intend to do with

it. But not how.

That's your little secret, eh?

My lovely thrush songsters.

What a mission it is you have before
you. To sing your song of escape in the

rice paddies of the Orient.

The tea plantations of India.

The coffee fields of Latin America.

Your lovely song of death.

Yes, Owens.

Waverly here.

Merrick.

Merrick.

Yes, Dr.

Albert Merrick. What about Merrick?

Pain.

Tomorrow.

I'm sure.

Owens, give us your location.

Owens!

Owens, can you hear me?

Why on earth couldn't he use a finite or
some other convenient exterminator?

What's all the fuss about inventing
voluminum?

Who can fathom the warped reasoning
behind thrush activities?

Perhaps America's found a way to release
it over vast areas.

In the air, like radioactive fallout.

Owen's never discovered how he intended
to employ it.

Well, what was so important about the
plane leaving London for Ankara

Dr. Sidney Hawkins will be on that
plane.

Who's Dr. Hawkins?

A noted biochemist who's perfected a
substance to counteract Merrick's

Dr. Hawkins is rushing the highly secret
antidote to Anchor where the Council of

World Scientists is meeting.

Merrick must have known about Dr.
Hawkins' trip.

I assume that was Owen's warning.

I've dispatched April Dancer to London
to board the plane and keep a watchful

eye on Hawkins.

Good morning, sir, madam.

Welcome aboard Mesopotamian Airways.
Could I have your names, please?

Eric Moulton, my secretary, Mrs.
Franklin.

Thank you.

Right, that will be seats 7A and 7D.

I do hope fast won't become an annoyance
to the other passengers.

Oh, pets travel in the baggage
compartment, actually.

Oh, what happened? I'm sure that for
such a sweet little thing we could make

exception, Professor.

That is most kind of you.

He becomes terribly depressed when we're
separated.

Professor Eric Mulder and his secretary,
Mrs. Franklin, have just boarded the

plane, sir.

We'll run a check on them immediately.

Meanwhile, watch the men closely.

Maybe Marek.

He's such a pleasant man, sir.

And he's a bird lover.

Miss Dancer, you make sure that his
favorite bird isn't thrush.

Yes, sir.

Good morning, sir. Welcome aboard, Mr.
Kamenet. Logan P3, ASCO Electronics. I

have seat 14A.

Oh, that's right, sir. Yes, seat 14A.
And welcome aboard. Yes, yes, I know.

this museum piece take off on time?

Oh, well, we... We do expect to be on
schedule, yes.

Want into a slight turbulence, honey?

Big electronics executive.

He's used to flying magic carpet.

Big executive?

We don't catch many of those on this
run.

Listen, uh, you're new.

Let me give him Mesopotamia's magic
carpet treatment.

I'll tuck him in all snuggy by.

Well, good luck.

Logan Petrie, Asco Electronics, just
boarded. Had his shake case chained to

wrist.

Foul disposition.

Now there's a perfect candidate for Dr.
Merrick. A flying ark. That's what this

crate is.

There's a law against creatures like
that on a plane.

He is very small and inoffensive and
perfectly harmless.

Anyway, he can't bear to be parted from
me. Then let him fly along outside.

Yours is the last one in the rear, Mr.
Petrie. I'm sure the bird won't annoy

from that distance.

I'm annoyed already.

Nobody carries a bird around loose.

My dear sir.

There are many things more annoying and
offensive than a small bird.

Arrogant men with strident voices, for
example.

I love birds.

Then join your local bird watcher
society, madam.

And leave the flying to us.

I have your sister's all country view,
Mr. Petrie. Pillow, blanket, magazines.

And you did say that that martini was on
the rocks.

Double.

I'm afraid Faust created a difficulty
for you.

I'm sure it'll be all right now.

And thank you, madam, for rising to the
defense of Faust. I'm very grateful to

you. Faust is very grateful, too. Oh,
permit me to introduce myself. I'm

Professor Eric Moulton. This is my
secretary, Mrs. Franklin.

How do you do?

I'm Helena Fantini.

Of course, Helena Fantini, the opera
star.

Oh, this is a very great honor, madam.

Thank you.

It's been at least 15 years since
Fantini's been heard of.

I seem to recall reading she died.

Quite possible.

Which only makes this lady more
intriguing, don't you think?

Good morning. Welcome aboard Mesopotamia
Airlines. May I have your names,

please? I'm Miss Eris Wilkerson.

She's Julia Douglas, my nanny. This is
Agatha.

Terribly sorry, Miss Agatha, but no
refreshments are served until we're

airborne. You made her feel bad.

Kiss her.

Ares, the young lady has work to do.

Thank you very much.

This way, please.

These two A and two B. Thank you.

Would you like a pillow?

Oh, yes. Thank you.

Young lady?

I think all our passengers are on board.

Good. Now we can go and check out with
the captain.

Right.

Please observe the sign and fasten your
seatbelts.

Thank you.

The plane will put down for refueling in
Rome.

If you leave immediately, you can
intercept it there.

Dr. Hawkins will be traveling incognito,
of course.

Got a photograph?

Well, we're trying to secure a wire
photo.

Unfortunately, no likeness or physical
description of Dr. Hawkins seems to

exist.

Well, Dr. Merrick, then.

At least we can identify the enemy.

I must disappoint you there, too.

Great scientists today work with as much
secrecy as we do in our own

organization.

You just have to safeguard everyone on
the plane.

Friend and foe alike.

To ensure Dr.

Hawkins' safe arrival.

I hope we can penetrate Merrick's
disguise before.

A more important consideration, Mr.
Slate.

Let's hope Dr.

Merrick can't penetrate your disguise.

Or Miss Dancer's.

Your stewardess, Miss Bronson, will
demonstrate the use of the oxygen mask.

You will find the oxygen mask located
directly below the baggage rack.

In case of an emergency which is
extremely remote.

I don't think it's remote at all.

Please, young lady, we are trying to
give advice to the passengers.

I'll give them advice.

Get back to the tail section. That's the
only piece you'll ever find after a

crash.

In case of an emergency, place the mask
directly over your face and breathe

normally.

Gee, you don't know much about oxygen
masks.

Do you? If you put it on like that,
you'll smother.

Here, let me show you how.

Don't do that, girl.

Give it to me. Give me the mask.

Give it to me. Give it.

Would you like a drink, Mr. Petrie?

Oh, I don't mind if I do. None of that
coffee and tea slept for me.

I'll have another martini.

Right, I'll get you one just as soon as
I've handed these out.

Uh... Leave it

alone.

I like it there.

What happened to that other stewardess?

You tell her to bring me the drink, will
you?

Yes, Miss Evans.

I'll have her bring you one just as soon
as she's free.

Would you... I beg your pardon.

Ah, Mr. McCall, would you care for a
drink?

Ah, you stewardesses, you're so elusive.

Not elusive, just busy.

Well, don't you ever get on more
personal terms with the passengers,

phone numbers, for instance?

I'm sorry, Mr. McCall, but the company
prohibits us from giving our phone

numbers to passengers.

Well, then give me a ring.

The American consulate in Ankara.

I'm an attaché there. I have lots of
doors open for me.

All except mine.

Excuse me.

Mr. Coyle.

Would you care for a coffee? Could I
have three cups, please, black?

Oh, of course.

I've got to stay awake. I haven't slept
in two days.

But I'm not going to miss anything.

I didn't know when I won that round -the
-world trip. I had to make it in five

days. Forgot my toothbrush and
everything.

But I got plenty of the old number three
film for the camera from George Brown

at the drugstore.

I'm going to see everything and shoot
everything.

I'm sure you will.

And I'll just keep those coffees coming.

Say, do you like card tricks? I got some
doozies.

I'll just go heat up some more coffee
for you, if you'll excuse me.

Oh, here now, Professor.

Perhaps this would be more comfortable
under your chair.

Oh, thank you.

That was most thoughtful of you.

How will you find out which one is Dr.

Hawkins?

The man with the Akashic is strapped to
his wrist.

No, that's far too obvious.

Infantini continues to intrigue me more
and more.

It may be necessary to use more
persuasive measures.

People quickly reveal their true selves
when faced with eternity.

About two more and he'll be flying a
thousand feet higher than we are. Is he

really drinking all of them?

Squeezing the last drop out of the
olives.

It's not making him any more likable,
but very chummy.

Has he been talking about himself?

He's chairman of the board of Asco
Electronics and a widower.

How attractive can a man be?

I sure would like to know what's so
precious in that case he keeps chained

his wrist.

So would I.

Nice.

Fat. Guilt -edge securities, maybe?

Maybe.

Yes,

Waverly?

Anchor a project.

Have you processed any of the passengers
yet?

Professor Moulton is going through the
machine at the moment.

I checked out his flight bag.

with the Geiger -Müller watch and got a
28 reading.

Interesting, but not necessarily
suspicious.

If he is a professor, he could be
carrying a bit of radium.

Here, Mr. Kovacs has some more
information for you.

Logan Petrie.

He is chairman of the board of ASCO
Electronics, but his office claims he

be taking a plane for Ankara. They say
he's weekending on a grouse shoot in

Scotland. Mr. Arthur, we've just had one
bit of luck.

A photo of Dr.

Hawkins has just come in on the closed
circuit video channel.

It has?

Mr. Slate is already on his way to join
you in Rome.

I'll send a copy of the photo by special
courier on a plane that should arrive

shortly after his.

Wonderful. But can you give me a verbal?

I'm...

I'm just going to bring her back to you.
Tiny people shouldn't run around on a

plane. I'll bet you she's logged more
flying hours than you.

Young man, I'm going to entrust you with
an urgent mission.

Yes, sir.

Um, should I take a taxi?

I mean, I figure if I'm being tailed,
it's always easier to slip from one taxi

to another, don't you?

I'm sending you to Rome.

Rome? This is Saturday.

You'll have time to make a return flight
and be back here in time for school on

Monday. None of the kids in school are
going to believe I've been to Rome over

the weekend.

Even if I could tell them, which of
course I can't, naturally.

Naturally?

Now, it's imperative you deliver this
envelope to Mr. Slate at the airport in

Rome.

And let it fall into no other hands.

Yes, sir.

You can count on me, sir.

I was forced to.

There's no other courier immediately
available.

I'll go right home and pack. Or not even
a toothbrush.

You go to the airport at once.

Reservation's already been made for you.

One of our cars will drive you to the
airport and pick you up there when you

return.

I'll make the necessary explanation to
your family.

Ten dollars, sir?

To Rome, Italy?

I'll contact Mr.

Slade and tell him you're on the way.

And remember, you return from Rome
immediately.

Yes, sir.

Thanks, Mr. Waverly.

Sir Bradley Keyes, big game hunter.

A specialist in wildebeest, tartabeest,
waterbuck, new rhino, and that sort of

thing.

Mr. Slate, this is not the moment for
levity.

Sorry, sir, just rehearsing.

We've managed to locate Owen's body and
Merrick's windmill laboratory.

The man's a dangerous psychotic. I
actually believe he'd be doing a service

millions of distressed people by
destroying them.

It doesn't seem the right way to curb
the population explosion.

Merrick has found a way to irradiate
great flocks of birds with voluvium.

A substance more deadly than strontium
-90.

You can imagine what will happen when
they begin to infest the food and water

supplies of the world.

Uh, famine, radiation poisoning,
starvation for millions.

Why on earth would Trashback set an
insane project?

Blackmail, Mr. Slate, blackmail.

Radiation will destroy a millionaire
just as fast as it will kill a coley.

Merrick must not be permitted to destroy
that formula.

Or Dr. Hawkins.

We'll be landing in Rome in
approximately 20 minutes.

I doubt you'll be leaving us at Rome,
Madame Pantini.

A concert at La Scala, perhaps?

No, I'm going on to Ankara.

I'm recreating my most famous role as
Aida in the auditorium there. It's only

one night, and it's certainly not La
Scala.

But I feel that we must bring culture to
the remote corners of the world,

don't you?

I do.

I, too, have a very deep interest in the
millions of underprivileged people of

the world.

Sir Bradley Keyes. I wonder if you'd be
kind enough to indicate the whereabouts

of my accommodations, young woman.

But of course, Sir Bradley.

Don't ask me to check my gun with a
blasted baggage. I've been through all

before. I'm a big game hunter, you know.
On safari to Serengeti and blasted

Africa. Picking up the rest of my party
and blasted Ankara.

I understand completely, Sir Bradley.
Good, good.

Now, I want to inspect your galley,
young woman.

Good Spartan food, properly prepared.
That's what I require.

Just this way, then.

Thank you.

Everything quiet?

So far, yes.

You make a lovely air hostess.

You make a lovely hunter.

Listen, Waverly said he's going to send
along a photo of Dr. Hawkins.

Yeah, I know. Randy's bringing it. He
should be here by now.

He won't be taking off any minute.

Well, hold him as long as you can.

Right.

Professor Monk is my choice for Dr.

Hawkins, seat 4A.

I'll sit next to him, then.

No, you can't. His secretary's sitting
there. You sit next to, uh, Logan Pete,

receipt 14A.

At a shake, he's chained to his wrist.
Fairly dispositioned. If he isn't

he certainly should be.

As soon as Randy gets here, he'll know
who Dr. Hawkins is anyway.

Excellent men, you young woman. Good,
solid, digestible food.

Can't afford a blasted, chippy tummy in
my profession, you know what?

Thank you. All right, sir.

Blast.

Please mind my bird, sir. Good Lord.

Blasted narrow passageway.

Like hacking a trail through the blasted
bush.

Sorry to trouble you, old chap.

Bradley Keyes, White Hunter.

I heard. I heard five minutes ago.

You ever been on safari, sir?

Given chase to the blasted wildebeest?

What's holding you, sir?

Dash difficult...

bore to follow.

Not at all like the blasted bush buck.

I followed one myself last year on the
northern slopes of Kilimanjaro up to

Longido and the Meru Mountains.

Thought I was onto a blasted birch -held
zebra.

Like Delay.

Or that passenger with the gun.

They finished the dueling. Why don't
they take off?

What's the holdup? We've already gotten
clearance from control for takeoff.

I just thought there might be some last
-minute passengers, sir.

We can't sit around waiting for
business, baby. We've got our schedule

My plane was late, but I got the photo.
Thank you very much, sir.

Well, what are we waiting for?

In here.

I'll jump her off the ground.

There'll be trouble when they find that
boy.

It's too late.

Now we know who Dr.

Hawkins is.

Also that one of those charming
stewardesses is an uncle agent.

Makes things much simpler.

What are you doing?

I'm going to jam any possible
communication the uncle people may

Randy, what happened? Who did this?

Hey, we're in the air.

I'm supposed to be on my way home.

Randy, where's the envelope?

Somebody took it.

I didn't see who.

Merrick's jamming us.

It all happened so fast.

So, now Merrick knows Dr. Hawkins'
identity and we don't.

I hope he's grateful for the information
we've so kindly supplied him.

Miss, I want a blanket.

Mr. Petrie?

Are we going snooty by now?

If possible.

I think it's time I had to look at Dr.
Hawkins' luggage.

Still no contact with Mr. Waverly?

Oh, it's jammed.

The captain said the plane's radio's
jammed, too.

If only we could get a verbal
description of Dr. Hawkins.

Oh, gosh, I'm sorry.

Boy, my first real job and I goof.

Don't worry.

If only I could have seen who got me.

Well, you can help now. Go and keep a
sharp eye on people.

Okay.

Back to my friend Petrie. I'm going to
try and grab his taché case.

Right. I'm a pretty little girl.

I'm ten years old.

You're a hideous mess and you can't be
more than three.

Mark, that doll. I checked it out. She
needs to be changed.

Do it.

That's what stewardesses are supposed to
do.

She can't possibly need to be changed,
little girl.

She's ten years old. She said so
herself.

She lies.

Change her.

Stewardesses are supposed to be charming
and helpful.

I'll be charming and helpful.

Why don't you take one of these lovely
eclairs back to your seat

and leave the doll with me?

I want her changed now.

Now, leave you to your chores.

You kill things?

Anything that moves.

I like you.

Aerith. Oh, I'm sorry, Miss Bronson. Has
Aerith been bothering you again?

No, not really, Miss Douglas.

I think this chap's a little under the
weather. Have you got any smelling

Yes.

His arm.

Can I have a word with you in private,
young woman?

An artificial arm. Somebody cut the
straps and took the Tasha case and the

thing while he was asleep.

Then he must be Dr. Hawkins.

Now Merrick had the formula that was in
the case.

A great scientist with a drinking
problem.

On the way to the most important meeting
of his life, I doubt it. Why are you

shaking?

It's gone.

Woman, do something.

It was you.

You waited until I went to sleep and you
stole it.

My dear fellow, I have absolutely no
need of a third blasted arm.

You wanted my case.

There's over a half a million in cash
and negotiable securities in it.

Somebody put this man under arrest.

Search his belongings. Search the whole
plane.

Perhaps you should come forward to the
cruise quarters with me, Sir Bradley.

Do they usually handle matters like
these?

Very well. But I'm blasted well
innocent, I assure you.

Do you think we ought to search the
plane for him, Annie?

It's just a cover for losing the
formula.

If he is, Dr. Hawkins.

Miss Bronson, during all this commotion,
my traveling case has been stolen.

And it had all Agatha's best clothes in
it, too.

Someone is obviously collecting luggage.

Well, it shouldn't be hard to find.
Who's not in his blasted seat?

Professor Moulton?

Quite right.

Mrs. Bronson, or maybe your true
identity, isn't the uncle organization?

So, you're Albert Merrick?

I am.

And you, madam, are Dr. Sidney Hawkins.

May I say it is a very great honor to
meet such a distinguished colleague?

Even if we do seem to be working at
odds.

What nonsense is this? I'm the governess
of this child. Please, we have no time

for such nonsense.

We have too many important things to
discuss.

If you've stolen my luggage in order to
find the formula, you're undoubtedly

disappointed.

And I have no intention of helping you
find it.

If it is on your person, I advise you to
hand it over without further delay.

It is not on my person, and you will not
discover it.

Mrs. Fowler, take Dr.

Hawkins into the lounge and search her
person and her clothing thoroughly.

Now, look here, my dear fellow.

You can't Shanghai an entire plane load
of people. The blasted police will get

you the moment we land in Ankara.

Anker is of no interest to me.

There are other airfields.

Why don't you shoot him?

Well, it's an excellent idea.

Unfortunately, I left my gun at the back
of the airplane.

I'll get it for you. Stay where you are,
child.

If you hurt my mother...

I found nothing.

I examined her thoroughly, even her gold
dental inlays.

No tattooed inscriptions were found
under stroboscopic or radioscopic

examination.

You force me to employ this.

If you don't hand over that formula, I
promise you you will never reach Ankara

alive. I am prepared to face death.

My formula will get through despite
that.

Mrs. Fowler, give the child the same
examination.

She didn't find anything.

Nothing. No formula, no concealed paper,
no capsule, no marks. And

I'd rather examine a female tiger.

Very well, Dr. Hawkins.

I can also be self -sacrificing.

I've hidden on this plane a very small
but extremely powerful explosive.

If you don't produce the formula, I will
detonate that explosive and blow this

entire ship out of the air.

You can't mean that.

I assure you, I do.

Don't take that threat seriously, ladies
and gentlemen.

This man can't be so fanatical he'd be
willing to blow himself up.

The young lady is mistaken.

My formula is locked in a bank vault and
can be used after my death.

You don't know where my explosive is
concealed or my means of controlling it.

For your own safety and well -being.

My safety is vital.

You're wasting your time, my dear young
lady.

You won't find the explosive.

Oh, please, don't stop looking.

It might help if you do a little looking
yourself.

Well, I have been, and it's helped me a
lot.

Are you just going to sit there?

Waiting to be blown to kingdom come?

Can't you see this man really means what
he says?

Well, speak up.

Say what you're thinking.

Well, I'll say it.

Give this man his piece of paper, or
whatever he wants.

He wants the formula I've perfected that
will prevent him from bringing a

horrible death to millions of people.

So give it to him.

You'll still know it, won't you?

I'm the only one who knows it, and
Merrick must never be allowed to see it.

You don't care if we're all blowing up
just to prove out some crazy invention.

That's enough, Petrie.

Come on, sit with me.

You convince her?

You want to be blasted out of the sky
like a clay pigeon?

Your life's pretty well blasted to
pieces anyway, since I've had a look at

attaché case.

You took it?

No.

Private investigator.

Your stockholders knew your operation
was shaky.

And you might try a run -out with
everything you could get your hands on.

Now, look.

There's over a million in that case.

We can talk a deal.

No deal.

I'd make a deal.

Half a million bucks?

Wow.

Say, Miss, do you think that fellow's
really going to blow the plane up?

I don't know. He's a very dangerous man.

Professor Moulton or Dr. Merrick,
whichever it is, I simply refuse to

what they're saying about you.

I discovered a very sensitive and
compassionate nature in you. Thank you,

Fantini.

I assure you I am only motivated by deep
humanitarian instincts. I'm sure of it.

And your love for your little pet
demonstrates it.

I wonder... Do you suppose it would be

possible for me to borrow Faust to keep
me company for a few minutes?

Why, certainly, Madame Fantini.

I'm sure Faust would be quite happy with
you. Would you be happy with Madame

Fantini?

Miss Bolton, quick!

Madame Fantini! Stand back, all of you.

You go.

That was extremely foolish of all of
you.

Particularly you, Madame Fantini. I've
come to like you and trust you.

Nice try, Madame.

Thank you.

Suppose you had overpowered me.

How do you know I haven't set that
explosive to work on a time mechanism?

Because we don't think that you'd risk
blowing yourself up if something went

wrong. It's not human.

Extremely faulty reasoning, my dear
young lady. I can destroy each of you as

choose. My only interest is Dr. Hawkins.

But you must let nothing happen to me
for your collective security.

You're becoming rather a nuisance, sir.

Are you by any chance an associate of
this young and extremely inept uncle

agent?

I'm a professional hunter, sir, and I
blasted well wish I had you in the fight

of my elephant gun.

Unfortunately, you do not have your gun,
nor am I an elephant.

I think I have been patient long enough.

You may serve the dinner now.

Dr. Hawkins?

You may enjoy your meal through
cocktail, salad, entree.

But when you reach dessert, you are
serving dessert?

Chocolate eclairs.

Oh, good.

We're very fond of chocolate eclairs,
aren't we?

But when you reach the eclair, Dr.
Hawkins, you must make a decision or...

Nothing for us, thank you. We're not
hungry.

Don't trust the food, Dr. Merrick. I
don't trust your judgment, young lady.

You're given to rash, impulsive actions.

Suit yourselves.

I'll serve it to someone else, then.

It does look delicious, though.

Oh, very well.

The little fowl here tastes everything
first, anyway.

Bon appetit.

Quickly, everyone search the plane for
the bomb.

Time out, Randy. Yes, sir.

All right, everybody, settle down.
You're affecting the plane's attitude.

What happened?

Never mind, we'll handle it.

All right, stay in your seats, all of
you.

So?

Handle it.

Right.

All right, the four of us will search.
The rest of you examine your belongings

and your luggage carefully.

Randy, you take the rear smoking lounge.
I'll take the forward lounge and

galley. You two check Merrick's gear up.

Radio communication is open again.
Advise the captain.

And tell him to notify the authorities
to meet the plane while we land.

Why don't you kill the two of them
before they can wake up and take over

No.

We don't know if what Merrick told us is
true or not.

Maybe he plans to detonate the explosive
in some way when he's ready.

And it might be just as true.

The bomb has its own timing device
that's set to go off without his help.

that case, we can't be any worse off if
you do kill him, can we?

We may be.

I still think that the pressure will get
to him.

That he won't have the nerve to blow
himself up when the time comes.

And then there's always his companion.

Maybe she'll force him to reconsider.

Her life is at stake, too.

You look through your things for the
bomb.

Judith. Yes?

I want you to know how sorry I am.

But my life, even the lives of the few
others on this plane, is little to

sacrifice if it will save millions.

I understand, Dr. Hawkins.

I wonder, should I tell you where the
formula is concealed?

Just in the event?

No.

No, you've done a very good job
concealing it so far.

I think we'd better keep it that way.

Finish your dinner first, Ares.

Agatha wants to meet Claire.

Oh, very well.

If it's for Agatha.

Who caters your food?

This eclair is icky. All hard and black
and burnt in the middle.

Uh, Aerith.

Why don't you let me take that one back
and get you another?

No, you don't have another.

You served them all.

Agatha will eat the good part.

Aerith, don't touch that!

They're coming to.

I warned you.

I told you what would happen if you
tried to stop me.

Now you will all die.

Die!

Make yourself comfortable, Dr. Merrick.
There's nothing you can do now.

Yes, there is.

Stand back, everybody. Stay where you
are.

Here, give me that gun. Untie me.

Don't move. I'll shoot the first one who
moves.

Nothing to worry about, ladies and
gentlemen.

Dark April.

Well,

Miss Bronson?

I don't know.

Please return to your seats, ladies and
gentlemen, and observe the seatbelt

sign.

Dr. Hawkins has stated a limited formula
to the World Science Council.

We know where she had it hidden.

We do?

And that awful little doll named Agatha.

And the voice tape.

When you played the tape backward, it
delivered the formula in code.

Yeah? Yeah.

She's as smart as an uncle, Agent. A lot
smarter than some I could mention.

Yeah? Oh.

Oh, gee, I almost forgot.

Eris told me to give this to you.

Agatha!

Oh.