All language subtitles for The Man From U.N.C.L.Ea. S04E15 The Seven Wonders of the World Affair (1).eng

Give yourself up, Webb.
We have you boxed in.

Give yourself up.

- Thank you, Mrs. Kingsley.
- My pleasure, Mr. Webb.

I know it's critical, sir.

We're searching Kingsley's
office now, Mr. Waverly.

I want to check through every
one of these files later myself.

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

Do you have any
idea what this is?

Don't touch it.

I know it's critical, sir.
I'll keep you informed.

Yes, sir. They've just arrived.

You're on immediate
reassignment.

And I can do without being
spellbound by your recent adventures.

We know you've established that Thrush
used the Refugee Committee as a front.

And you've failed
to capture Webb.

In that case, we can dispense
with the formality of a written report.

Now look, Kuryakin, cut out the
cracks. Robert Kingsley has disappeared.

- Kingsley used to be a field operative.
- He used to be in the field like you.

Now he's number-four
man here in Hong Kong.

Every scrap of information we
gather passes through his hands.

And he's vanished.

- Any documents go with him?
- We're checking, Solo.

I'd have already
told you if I knew.

- What did you find?
- Sir, a capsule.

It gave off kind of a vapor.

What are you talking
about? Are you all right?

Yes, sir, I am now, but
we just stood there...

the secretary and I, after
we took a sniff of that stuff.

And it was the strangest...

What's strange? What
are you talking about?

Mr. Grant, for about a minute...

we just stood there.

Conscious. Perfectly all right.

Except it was like waiting for
someone to tell us what we should do.

Then it wore off and I
came here to report to you.

Show me this capsule.

I wish I could, sir,
but it evaporated.

That's right, sir.

- Did it leave any residue?
- We'll check that out.

That's your assignment.

Robert Kingsley. Find him.

- Mrs. Kingsley?
- Yes.

We're from U.N.C.L.E. and
we'd like to have a word with you...

What's happened? Is it Robert?

- Ahh...
- Come in.

- Please, come in.
- Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Thank you.

Well, please tell
me, what is it?

Mrs. Kingsley, your
husband has disappeared.

Oh, it can't be.

- He's not in that kind of work anymore.
- It's true, Mrs. Kingsley.

I don't believe it. There
must be some mistake.

I'm afraid not.

Now, if you have any idea...

any information at all where...

But you people know far
more about Robert than I do.

I only happened to
be married to him.

U.N.C.L.E. is his way of life.

Well, I understand how
you must feel, but, uh...

He has a desk job now.
How can he disappear?

Mrs. Kingsley, can you recall
anything that he did? Anything at all?

Anything that he did, anything
that he said, that could help us.

How? He never
discussed his work with me.

He wasn't supposed
to. You know that.

He seemed happy and content.

How can I help you?

Oh, you always ask the wives...

the last people who'd know anything
about the real lives of men like Robert.

Did he ever say anything about a
capsule that we found at his desk?

No. No, nothing.

Mrs. Kingsley.

Yes?

"Seven, seven, seven"...

Over and over, I don't
understand. What does it mean?

Solo here.

Another disappearance, Mr. Solo:

Dr. Kurt Erikson of Berlin.

Europe's most
distinguished chemist.

His file was missing from
our Hong Kong office...

presumably with Kingsley.

Mr. Kingsley.

I am Dr. Erikson.

Dr. Erikson.

Doctor, I am honored by your
presence here and your collaboration.

- Thank you.
- Sit down, doctor.

Mr. Kingsley...

this is an historic moment.

Ironically so, for history as
the world knows it will soon end.

You do have it with you, doctor?

To look at this...

the world's future,
on a scrap of paper.

We can change mankind's
personality, mold it to any shape we want.

Steer it in any
direction with this.

And we will.

Oh, excuse me,
Dr. Erikson, your daughter.

You wanted to bring
your daughter with you?

- Have we kept her waiting outside?
- No.

Anna will be coming
on a separate plane.

That's a wise
precaution, doctor.

She should be leaving
Berlin any moment now.

Please, don't make
me explain. Okay?

Where are you going?

I'm leaving Berlin.
That's all I can tell you.

- Please, I didn't expect it so soon.
- Well, I didn't expect it at all.

I'm sorry, I have to
go. But I'll be back.

Believe me, I will be back.

I came all the way from
America to be with you.

You and your father,
on our vacation.

Please, Steve, do you
think I want to leave you?

Well, then don't.
This is ridiculous.

I love you.

No, the time to take over
the Kingsley Project is now...

- at its inception.
- Mr. Veeth is absolutely right.

We can't delay
until the last minute.

Takeover, supervise and
control from the beginning.

I'm in command here.

Directly responsible to Thrush
Central only. And I say no.

Mr. Webb, you don't seem to realize
that once Kingsley presses that button...

Thrush, and everything
else on Earth, is in his pocket.

We must take over now.

Suppose we do...

and Kingsley's team of geniuses
simply refuses to work for us?

We'll have control, all right, of
$100 million worth of equipment...

which we have paid for but
cannot operate without them.

Force them.

No, I will not take that chance.

We let Kingsley and
company lay the groundwork...

then we move in.

Mr. Veeth, Miss Carla,
that is my strategy.

The same strategy that nearly got
you caught by Solo and Kuryakin?

Why not ask Mrs. Kingsley?
She knows her husband.

If she agrees,
will you take over?

I have already
stated my position.

Besides, I need not remind you
that Mrs. Kingsley is doing her part.

Thanks to her, Thrush
is in on a scheme...

which will give it control
of the world forever.

And I see no reason to burden
her with additional problems.

Why not let Mrs.
Kingsley speak for herself?

Mr. Webb and I have work to do.

Take me out.

It's hot in here.

Erikson's daughter,
Anna, has also left Berlin.

Do you have their
description, sir?

We're transmitting
light-beam photos right now.

And I do have a lead.

A girl answering Anna Erikson's description
is aboard Air East Flight 137...

due to arrive Hong Kong
1800 hours, local time.

That's her, Anna Erikson.

All right, lads. Cast off.

Taxi, gentlemen? Taxi?

We just spotted the ship, sir.

Well, that's something.

- What do you think you're doing?
- I'm shooting down that helicopter, sir.

Helicopter? What helicopter?

That one over there.

What's going on here?
Who the devil are you?

This is an illegal,
unregistered armed ship.

We're from U.N.C.L.E.

We have reason to believe
you have Dr. Robert Kingsley...

Dr. Kurt Erikson, and
Anna Erikson on board.

- We'd like to talk to them.
- I don't carry passengers.

Then what do you carry that you
have to protect with a machine-gun?

You committed an act of piracy.

I have the right to defend
my ship against pirates.

Who are these men, captain?

Anna Erickson?

We'd like to talk to your
father and Dr. Robert Kingsley.

But I don't know
where my father is.

And the only Mr. Kingsley I know of is
an English lyric poet, long since dead.

Then why are you on this ship?

The only fact worth a
pennyworth of cold gin...

is you're aboard my ship unlawfully,
U.N.C.L.E. or no U.N.C.L.E.

You are from U.N.C.L.E.?

- U.N.C.L.E. and so is Kingsley.
- I don't believe you.

I don't either, fräulein. A couple
of born liars if ever I saw one.

Now, don't you worry
your pretty little head.

Why don't you pop off and play
some shuffle board or something.

All right, lads. Take them.

- Father, I have to...
- Later, dear, later.

Later. Please, come, please.

Thrush Central to Hong Kong.

Robert Kingsley
and Dr. Erikson...

are safely on their way to
Operational Headquarters Himalayas...

due to arrive at 0900.

Mrs. Kingsley, I hope your husband
appreciates what you're doing for him.

He will, Mr. Webb.

Until he finds out
who's supplying me.

It's bright in here.

Thrush Central to Hong Kong.

General Harmon has been successfully
recruited as Kingsley's security chief...

and is departing for
Himalayan base at 1200.

No comment. The
general has nothing to say.

No comment, no comment.

No comment, no comment.
The general has nothing to say.

Are you leaving the
country, general?

- No comment.
- General!

You must have
something to say, general.

Is it true you've accepted
a U.N. command?

The general has no
comment. No comment.

That's enough. Come on.

Are you leaving the
country, general?

No comment, no comment.

General, general. - Keep back.

One statement of
any kind, general.

Something I can do, something
we can write, anything?

Hey, what's going on?

Ten-hut.

Men, when you were
selected to serve me...

you took a personal
oath of loyalty.

I now invoke that pledge
of unquestioning obedience.

You are no longer in the service
of the country we have just left.

You are an elite security force.

The last soldiers this
world will ever see.

Military history ends with you.

Do your duty, see to it
that it ends gloriously.

Captain Gelser will give you
the details and your new uniforms.

Sounds very quiet.

I'll take a look around.

See anything below? - Nothing.

Nothing on deck, either.
I'll take a look up forward.

Completely deserted.

A touch of the Mary Celeste.

Helicopter's been sabotaged.
Is your communicator gone too?

Fortunately, I have
something up my sleeve.

How do I inject dignity
into the word "help"?

You don't. You
swallow your pride...

and hope Mr. Waverly
sends out a seaplane.

Open Channel D, please.

A seaplane?

Of course, gentlemen.
That's what I'm here for.

Sir, Jan Vanovech,
electronics expert...

has disappeared from
Prague, Czechoslovakia.

But before he disappeared,
a music box of his was stolen.

A music box?

Thank you for bringing it.

You're very welcome,
Dr. Vanovech.

Now, tell me, what do you think?

Mr. Kingsley, there was no
need for you to kidnap me.

If you had told me of your
plan, if you had invited me...

I would have come running
to help you achieve it.

Gentlemen, I am with
you every inch of the way.

Then welcome to the Purple.

Thrush Central to Hong Kong.

Electronics division reports Jan
Vanovech kidnapped in Prague...

according to plans at 0600.

Repeat.

Electronics division reports Jan
Vanovech kidnapped in Prague...

according to plans at 0600.

You've had your way
long enough, Webb.

Now it's going to be our way.

Thrush is going to take over Kingsley's
installations and you are through.

And what will Thrush Central
say about this, Mr. Veeth?

They'll thank us.

Thrush Central to Hong Kong.

Propaganda Division reports
public-relations expert Mr. Mackie...

kidnapped in London
according to plan at 0500.

Thrush Central to Hong Kong.

Personnel Division reports Dr. Naomi
Fisher kidnapped in Tel Aviv...

according to plan at 0700.

It's cold in here.

But why Paul Mackie?

Why would anyone want to
kidnap a public-relations man?

And why take his desk calendar?

No doubt for the same reason they
took a musical box from Vanovech.

Sir. Another disappearance, sir.

- Dr. Naomi Fisher from Tel Aviv.
- What does she do?

She's the world's leading
expert on food production.

- And what was stolen of hers?
- An empty briefcase.

Well, what are we supposed to do,
check every petty theft in the world?

Hey, what are you doing in here?

Hey. Hey.

Call the police.

Hey, hey. Hey, call the police.

"Motiveless theft.

Police were baffled today by the
strange theft of a family photograph...

from the home of Professor David
Garrow, 166 Denslow Avenue, Los Angeles.

Dr. Garrow, the world's
most celebrated geneticist...

was equally astonished.

'I can't imagine the
burglar's motive, ' he said."

Another trivial
theft from a VIP.

Whose son was vacationing with
Dr. Erikson and his daughter, Anna.

- Fits the pattern.
- Quite, Mr. Solo.

And which is gonna
be up to us to alter.

Doing so is going to be
highly dangerous, gentlemen...

to you and to
Professor David Garrow.

David, for heaven's sakes, what's
the hurry? We've got plenty of time.

Darling, what's the matter?

You always used to look forward
to attending these conferences.

I'm looking forward to this one.

Then what is it? Is there
anything else wrong?

No, it's just that I don't like going
away and leaving you two alone.

Particularly after what
happened the other night.

- We'll be all right.
- Well, maybe you will.

- Dad, when are you gonna realize...
- Look, when...

Oh, now, boys. Please, stop it.

Now, we're all on edge.

I know how worried you are
about Anna's disappearance.

And David, I know you're...

Let's all try to relax, please?

Passengers on Flight 128...

the conference special,
may now board at Gate 27.

Flight 128, the conference
special, is now loading at Gate 27.

I wonder who that
could be. I'll be right back.

Please board now at Gate 27.

Will all passengers holding
tickets for Flight 128...

the conference special,
please report to Gate 27.

Hello?

Hello? Hello?

Hello? Hello?

Hello?

Passengers on Flight 128...

the conference special,
may now board at Gate 27.

Flight 128, the conference
special, is now loading at Gate 27.

Dad, Dad!

Get a doctor and an
ambulance. Don't move him.

Don't move him until you get
a doctor and an ambulance.

Steven, Steven, are
you all right? Don't move.

- Can somebody please get a doctor?
- Somebody's already gone for a doctor.

- I'm all right.
- Thank God.

Where's Dad?

- What happened to Dad?
- Now be quiet, be quiet.

Will Professor David Garrow
please report to Gate 27?

Flight 128, the conference special,
is now in its final boarding stage.

Open Channel D.

Yes, Mr. Solo?

We were right, sir. Professor
Garrow's been taken.

We didn't interfere.

Then proceed as planned.

So you knew and still you
persuaded my father to walk into a trap.

Yes, Mr. Garrow. Your father has a
small transmitter sewn into his clothing.

Mr. Solo is following a
signal from that transmitter...

in another plane
at this very moment.

Mr. Kuryakin, my husband is a
scientist, not a law-enforcement agent.

I can't believe that he would
agree to being taken away.

He's also a very brave
man, Mrs. Garrow.

And maybe very dead by now.

Now, no one's heard from
the others who've disappeared.

Hasn't it occurred to you that
some nut may be murdering them?

We discussed that with
your father, Mr. Garrow.

It's for you.

Steven, open it, please.

Why?

Why?

Blood money?

Is it blood money, Mr. Kuryakin?

I see. Maintain watch.

It's the radar report. The
U.N.C.L.E. plane is still following.

- And there's nothing else we can do?
- Casualties are inevitable, sir.

Deal with it, general.
It's the only way, I guess.

Missile Defense unit.

We're 80 miles west of
our last reported position...

and still over the Himalayas.

Instead of snow, they've...

We're under attack.

I don't see any planes.
It must be missiles.

- Alice, Steve?
- No, professor.

You are not at
home in Los Angeles.

Who are you? What...?

What is this place? Why
have you been brought here?

Professor, I'm
your new employer.

I'm deeply concerned that your working
conditions should be familiar to you.

Hence this, uh, detailed
painstaking reproduction of your office.

As for your family, I shall
send them $5000 every month.

- The first payment's already been made.
- What's this all about?

Professor, you
complete the team.

You, I, and five others...

we comprise the Seven
Intellectual Wonders of the World.

Oh, it's quite
simple, professor.

You and your associates will help
me to alter the course of destiny...

and thereby save the
world from self-destruction.

We are going to control in
every way, in every detail...

the mind of every
human being on Earth.

Mr. Kuryakin's plane has taken
off, sir. To look for Mr. Solo.

He'll transfer to a helicopter
when he reaches the crash area.

Mr. Kuryakin.

I figured U.N.C.L.E. could use
some help looking for my father.

I'm it.

I will not work with you
on this unholy project.

Professor Garrow.

Professor, the homing device
you carried has been discovered.

The U.N.C.L.E. plane
following you destroyed.

Now, forget all thought of rescue
and devote your mind to this great task.

The answer's still no.

Not even to ensure the
safety of your wife and son?

Desert and bare mountains,
up here in the Himalayas?

That's unusual.

Legend has it this is a rather
unusual part of the world.

That's no legend.

It's Mr. Solo's plane.
He must be dead.

Listen, if you don't have
anything positive to say...

why don't you just keep quiet?

Open Channel D, please.

Open Channel D.

It's not working
for some reason.

Hey, look. There's more of it.

Come on.

Napoleon Solo. I could
use a man like him.

A spy by any name gets shot.

No, general. That
won't be necessary now.

Now, Mr. Kingsley...

you had me join this enterprise
as your chief of security.

If you insist on
disregarding my advice...

Wiping out the opposition
is no achievement.

Any brute with a gun can
do that. No, I want him.

I want him to approve of
my plan, I could convince him.

If you keep dangerous U.N.C.L.E.
agents alive to debate with them...

you're going to endanger
this entire project.

Other U.N.C.L.E.
agents will follow him.

And we will assess each case
if and when it arises, general.

Missile Defense unit.

Yes, general?

I want saturation radar
check over a 25-mile radius.

Immediately, sir.

Destroy anything that shows up.

- Anything.
- Yes, sir.

Could be his jacket.

That proves we're on
the right track, at least.