All language subtitles for The Man From U.N.C.L.Ea. S04E04 The Prince of Darkness Affair (1).eng

That must be the village.

He's dead?

I... I sho...

- What?
- I shot...

- What?
- I've...

I'll signal Nairobi
for a medical unit.

Lights, bright... Too bright.
Colors. Beautiful colors are burning.

Open SA Channel G.

The airplane. The lights
come from the airplane.

We're all dead here.

The intense burns evidently produce
a corrosion of the nervous system.

I should never have come.

I had a good job in advertising.

I... I gave it all up.

Cancel Channel G...

and open overseas
relay, Channel D please.

Channel D open.

Connect me with
Mr. Waverly, Mission Control.

The transmission's coming
from that shack, doctor.

Force them into the open.

Yes, I'm ready for your report.

Forget it.

I'm waiting for your
report, Mr. Kuryakin.

Kuryakin here, sir.
Sorry, we were interrupted.

You can tell Security Research
that their information was correct.

Somebody has won the race
to develop a thermal prism.

In case you don't read the newspapers,
you can't extradite me from here.

I want to talk to
you. Over there.

The rest of you go on doing
whatever it is that you're doing.

Would you please? The Old
Man hasn't spoken in 20 years.

Hmm.

The belief is that when
he does, this mystic cult...

it's called the Third
Way, will inherit the earth.

You have interrupted a
private ceremony, Mr. Solo.

I see. My deepest
apology. Shall we go?

Uh, no. No, no, no.

Because of you, I've been
driven halfway around the world...

and forced into
hiding on this island.

So whatever you have to say to me,
you can say here, and now and quickly.

We'd like you to work
for us on an assignment.

Work for you?

Well, you're wanted in 17
countries on charges of felonies.

- Everything from grand theft...
- Uh, no, no.

Your bookkeeping is a
little off. It's 22 countries.

My apology.

However, if you cooperate with us,
we're prepared to offer you total amnesty.

- All 22 countries?
- All 22 countries.

What, uh, kind of
cooperation do you want?

Well, I'm not prepared
to give you the details...

but you're supposed to be the
best safecracker in the world.

You just have a
chance to prove it.

Well, uh, I suppose I
could use a shave at that.

Gentlemen, I... I
wanna thank you...

for your generous
hospitality these past months.

I wanna thank you and I want...

The Old Man.

Look, he's going to speak.

Uh-uh.

The Old Man won't
speak in front of a stranger.

It's supposed to be bad luck.

I'm sorry.

Hmm. A thermal prism.

Yes, yes, I see. No wonder
you're so eager for help.

You may turn the lights on now.

You put that into orbit, and you
have the super weapon of all time.

I know because I tried
to develop one myself.

Unfortunately, I was unable to
acquire the necessary materials.

But now someone
has developed it. Who?

Dr. Parviz Kharmusi.

- Oh, yes.
- The noted...

Yes, yes, the noted Persian
scientist. Yes, I've heard of him.

Mr. Solo is confirmed to
arrive in Tehran at noon, sir.

Good, I'll contact...

What is it you want
me to do, exactly?

I was about to get
into that, Mr. Sebastian.

Besides your ill manners,
which I now observe at firsthand...

our computers have shown you to be a
most efficient criminally oriented mind...

with advanced degrees in
engineering, physics and chemistry.

Apparently, you
avoided the humanities.

It seems you designed the Vulcan-X
system while still in graduate school.

And this Kharmusi keeps the
thermal prism in a Vulcan-X safe.

If the tumbler circuits
haven't been modified...

you'll have no
difficulty opening it.

Even if they have, it
shouldn't be any problem.

Where's the safe?
How do I get to it?

This is a general outline
of the Kharmusi estate.

There's an electrical warning
system around the perimeter.

There are guard towers here...

here and here.

We jam their radar and then
parachute in here just before daybreak.

That gives us all day
and most of the night...

to penetrate whatever warning systems
and devices they have through this area...

until we ultimately reach
the estate building itself.

Mr. Solo will coordinate
from inside the building.

I like the way you put that very casually.
"We will penetrate their warning system."

You can be sure that this
Kharmusi will have top security.

Now, look, Solo said this
mission was dangerous...

but no one said
anything about suicide.

I will take you to the safe.

Don't forget, I can
only open it if I'm alive.

If I fail, I'm willing to
take full responsibility.

Hello?

Who is expecting a call?

- Napoleon Solo. WOMAN:
And what would he like to hear?

- Directions. WOMAN:
29 Navid Avenue.

Right.

I'm Napoleon Solo. Perhaps
you are expecting me.

No, heh, but he is.

Hmm?

Chamber of Commerce.

Come on, let's get the gear.

Mr. Solo. Hey.

Mr. Solo. Mr. Solo.

I'm Annie Justin, Mr. Solo.

I'm afraid there's been a
terrible misunderstanding.

Well, here's your ID card.

I had no idea that you
were an U.N.C.L.E. agent.

Are you seriously hurt?

Is there anything I can
do for you? Anything.

No, no, please don't. Where's
your traveling companion?

Oh, this is Hassan
Aksoy, Mr. Solo.

Perhaps you've heard of
the Four Aksoy Brothers?

Well, they were a circus act.

I don't care who he is, or who
you are, or actually, why I got hit.

I'm a busy man. I've
got another engagement.

- I'm rather in a hurry.
- Oh, no, wait a minute, Mr. Solo.

Uh, we're looking
for Luther Sebastian.

At first we thought you
were working with him...

but I had no idea that you
were bringing him to justice.

If you could just tell us in which
country he's going to be tried...

I'm sorry, I can't
help you right now.

I've seen your act. Step aside.

Oh, Hassan can't
speak, Mr. Solo.

Poor darling cut off
his tongue doing a stunt.

I don't want him to get hurt.

Don't worry about that.

Your gun isn't loaded.
He emptied the clip himself.

Now you're a captive audience.

You really must
help me, Mr. Solo.

You see, my fiancé,
Hugh Winslow...

of the Beaconsfield Winslows,
well, he's in a Turkish prison...

because Sebastian framed him
for a murder that he committed.

I spent a whole year
collecting evidence.

I must free my poor Hugh
from that awful prison.

He's very frail.

Hassan's brother Ali shares
a cell with my poor Hugh.

Well, Sebastian
framed Ali as well.

Hassan gets very
temperamental at times, Mr. Solo.

So you'd better tell us
where we can find Sebastian.

We need Sebastian for
something very important.

When we're through
with him, help yourself.

Aren't you gonna
bring him to trial?

If he does as he's supposed to, the
charges against him will be dropped.

You've made some sort of
deal with him, haven't you?

You're going to let
Sebastian go free.

I look upon this as a
minor setback, Mr. Solo.

- My bullet clip, please.
- Here.

If you think I'm going
to let poor Hugh...

wither away in prison
just because of you...

Well, you haven't heard the
last from us. Nothing will stop us.

He was reaching for a knife.

You shouldn't have done that.

I'm Azalea. Your
identification, Mr. Solo.

And your identification.

I'm here to take you to
your doctor's appointment.

We're late, Mr. Solo.

I'll meet you outside.

This is a dangerous game.

Now, I think you better
leave it to the professionals.

I don't think it was
necessary to kill him.

We'll never know
for certain, will we?

Kharmusi will observe you very
closely. I hope you're prepared.

Yes, if I get there alive.

I'm supposed to pose as an American
millionaire with a shadowy past.

And the shadowy past is to
cover up any inconsistencies.

There must not even
be one, Mr. Solo.

We must take no
unnecessary chances.

I know what you mean.

Dr. Kharmusi's estate.

Just one question.
Why are you helping us?

I'm his wife.

Wait here.

Fifty cents in loose change,
two fillings in the teeth...

wristwatch, money clip.

Your room.

Cocktails at 8.

Thank you.

Napoleon's inside.

We're on schedule so far.

Violence is your department.
You'll think of something, I'm sure.

Think anyone else
knows were here?

Perhaps not.

Let's hope these two
won't be missed till evening.

I must congratulate you on
the way you handled them.

I couldn't have done
it without your help.

Tell me, how are we supposed to
get to that building? It's a sheer drop.

When nightfall comes,
we go over and down.

Mr. Solo, I presume.

The mountain should put us
on the blind side of their radar.

I don't like it.

Why should they
turn them on now?

You can worry about
that later. Let's get moving.

If you're in such a hurry,
why don't you go on ahead?

I'll meet you on the
other side of the minefield.

After you.

Good. As I thought,
sequence mines.

How fortunate
for me, Mr. Solo...

that you should appear at
this very moment in my life.

Most fortunate, indeed.

I'm sure our association will
be of mutual benefit, doctor.

I understand all
principals benefited...

from your syndicate financing a
certain colonial administration in Africa.

No, that was in
Southeast Asia, not Africa.

Hmm. My error.

In any event, the thermal
prism, once in orbit...

will be a weapon that will
give the balance of power...

to whichever country
leases the device from us.

We shall be able to
command any price, Mr. Solo.

I would say the profit
picture looks very hopeful.

Perhaps I might see
the prism for myself...

and any results of
preliminary testing?

- There will be time for that, Mr. Solo.
- There's time now.

Tomorrow, at our leisure.

If you don't mind, I'd
like to see it tonight.

I have to make contact with
my associates tomorrow...

in order to place my
resources at your disposal.

Such arrangements take time,
and there's little point in wasting any.

- I dislike being hurried by you,
Mr. Solo. SOLO: You'll get used to it.

Yes, yes, I am reduced to
dealing with businessmen.

And an American at that.

I understand your resources
are no longer available.

It is true, because of certain
tragic instances in my private life.

They were all lies,
you understand?

Gross lies, obscene lies.

It was a carefully drawn plot
against me, I'm certain of that.

On the face of it, their
allegations were ludicrous.

Allegations concerning
proposals I had made.

Anonymous phone calls to
young ladies, students of mine.

As you can see, Mr. Solo...

my enemies will go to
any length to discredit me.

Ah.

My Azalea is the only
one who understands.

I'm sure of that.

A most undemanding woman.

A good woman.

Of course. Immediately.

A surprise for Mr. Solo.

And a surprise for us all.

A young lady attempted
to penetrate our security.

Your wife.

Hello, darling.

How are you? You went
away and you left me.

Oh. Oh. SOLO: Ha, ha.

I did not know you were married.

Yes, one of the
benefits of secrecy.

- I wasn't expecting you here.
- Of course you weren't.

You never take me anywhere.

- How do you do?
- Dr. Kharmusi, at your service.

Oh, you must be his
kind-hearted nurse.

Yes, Dr. Kharmusi is a very
famous world scientist, my dear.

I'm delighted that you're here, but he
and I do have some business to discuss...

so I suggest you go
back up to your room.

If you will please
excuse me, Mr. Solo.

I have no doubt that
you would much prefer...

the company of your most
lovely wife for the moment.

We can discuss business
tomorrow at our leisure.

I'd prefer not to wait.

I insist.

You would not think me
a proper host otherwise.

Good night.

He knows something. We've
got to get into that vault now.

It'll be extremely dangerous...

because they are sure to watch
our every move on their monitors.

We can't wait.

Why don't you and
I take a little stroll?

Have a guided tour.

We'll find out what
they're up to soon enough.

Maybe a coordinated plan
with other elements outside.

Put all external security
on Condition Red.

This is the doctor's collection
of original Ghaemenows...

- Oh.
- From the Caspian Sea area.

He is the most celebrated
artist in all of Persia.

We wait here for
Napoleon's signal.

End of the road.

This is the vault
room, Mr. Solo.

No one may enter here.
Only Dr. Kharmusi can open it.

They're at the
vault now, doctor.

Perhaps you'd like to see the
doctor's collection of poison mushrooms.

Yes, I'd like to see that.

I'd like to speak to
Dr. Kharmusi at once.

Oh, that was quick. I didn't know
doctors still made house calls.

I'd been there
sometime, admiring.

What may I do for you?

Well, since everybody
is making deals, um...

well, I'd like to
make one with you.

Um, an exchange of
information, actually.

I would hesitate to deny you.

All right.

I'm not Solo's
wife, and he's a spy.

Yes, I know.

You do?

Now, what may I offer you?

Luther Sebastian. Where is he?

Sebastian?

Not having met the gentleman,
I'm sure I couldn't say.

But I should imagine
Mr. Solo would know.

You answered my question,
but I didn't like the answer.

- I'm sorry.
- I'm not afraid to use this.

Please, do.

We detected that weapon the
moment you entered the building.

It has since been unloaded.

Now, shall we go and see
what Mr. Solo can tell us?

We didn't set off that alarm.

Solo.

Switch to Alternate G.

- What are you doing?
- Maneuvering, my dear.

Mr. Solo...

a few questions.

And if you please,
a few answers.

The young lady here would
like to find one Luther Sebastian.

Who is he?

- When may I expect him?
- Difficult questions, doctor.

Then you must consider the
answers carefully, Mr. Solo.

Turn on the sand.

Let me know if
anything comes to mind.

Water is a precious
commodity in the desert...

so we converted
this device to sand.

They have monitors
in all the hallways.

Check all alarm circuits.

Everything negative, sir.

I should have known never to
trust a woman who is always on time.

It always indicates a
much deeper problem.

We have to find the right circuit
to kill that whole monitor system.

Time is running out, Mr. Solo.

Pardon me, sir.

Our 10:00 security check
revealed two of our men...

found unconscious at
the perimeter of the estate.

Why was this not
reported to me earlier?

We were investigating. We
didn't wanna disturb you...

until we found
something conclusive.

Of course. Anyone
can make a mistake.

But not just anyone
can work for me.

Sir, the monitor system
has gone out in Section 5.

Switch off the warning alarm.

Activate red-light security.

Wait here.

Uh-oh.

The walls are
sensitized. So is the floor.

You drop as much as a feather,
you'll hear nothing but alarms.

What about the face of the safe?

Hmm.

The same.

There is only one
way out, Mr. Solo.

- I'll be back in a few minutes.
- Where do you think you're going?

- Napoleon may need some help.
- That's his problem.

I'll be back in a few minutes.

This is your final
opportunity, Mr. Solo.

The monitor circuits in
Section 5 have been cut, sir.

There's also a hole in the roof.

Seal off all exits. I'm
going to Section 5.

- I don't think he's gonna talk.
- I don't think either.

Turn off the sand. Well,
you're not gonna let him die.

That is exactly
what I'm going to do.

That is why I am a successful scientist
and he is going to be a dead spy.

- Well, then why am I still alive?
- We'll discuss that later, privately.

Turn that off, or
I'll turn you off.

- It's the switches right there.
- Do it.

Oh, no, please take me with
you. I'm a friend of Mr. Solo's.

I brought your friend.

Swell. Where's Sebastian?

You may came out from there.

Violence is our
department, remember?

Well, look at the positive side. He'll
never build another thermal prism.

Are you dying? Are you?

By special surgery, a tiny
transmitter was implanted in his heart.

When his heart stops...

an auto-destruct mechanism is
activated, and the building will explode.

He said to me many times,
"You can take it with you."

That's the beginning.
The auto-destruct.

- How do we get out of here?
- You can drive, come on.

Get the prism.

Very good, Carl.

I think I have a number
of questions to ask you.

Hmm, just one, really.
What am I doing?

And the answer, Mr. Solo...

is that I'm keeping the
thermal prism for myself.

After all, I planned
this entire expedition.

I couldn't get in the Kharmusi
estate with my personnel...

so quite naturally I agreed to
let U.N.C.L.E. do the job for me.

- You get the general idea, I'm sure.
- Hmm, I'm afraid so.

You seem to have planned
everything carefully...

including the right safe in the vault,
so that we'd be sure and recruit you.

Actually, Azalea
handled that for me.

Ah, but credit where credit is due,
we couldn't have done it without you.

Put them on the
boat, and tie them up.

Your plan is somewhat
incomplete, Sebastian.

The prism is only marginally
effective unless it's in orbit.

You'll have to do
that for yourselves.

I don't think we'll be
interested in helping you.

Thank you, I've taken
that into consideration.

You remember these gentlemen,
Mr. Solo. Disciples of the Third Way?

The white hair was
my idea. A sign of fealty.

Yes, um, Azalea is
our high priestess.

She should be.

Assuming you get the
prism into orbit, what then?

The Third Way will demand a
national homeland for its followers.

We will control the balance
of power in the world.

You know what I think?

I think you people are
strange, really strange.

I don't know who you are...

but I have a feeling you probably
deserve whatever happens to you.

Your contact ship's out
here. We'll deliver you to them.

I wouldn't suppose this
ship were rigged to blow up?

Wouldn't you? I would.

Come, Azalea.

Full throttle ahead.

- She's on a collision course.
- Something's gone wrong.

- Can we alter our position?
- There's not enough time, sir.

Shall I order their
boat destroyed?

Yes.

Prepare torpedo launch.

Fire one.

Did you hear that?

Sounds like they
fired a torpedo at us.

They did.