All language subtitles for The Girl From UNCLE s01e18 The Catacomb and Dogma Affair

This must be the place.

Which room has the action?

from the floor, the one with the
balcony.

You'll park below.

If I can find a parking space.

Traffic shouldn't be bad after dark.

Look out.

Bye.

Who are you?

What are you doing here?

I have something very important to tell
you.

A message.

From a mutual friend.

Where's Hush?

Tisney.

Philip de Tisney, you remember, my
friend?

Uncle Agent disappeared about two weeks
ago. Where is he?

You have very little time left, Mr.
Horsch.

We'll be at the Yugoslav border in a few
minutes.

Border police, Mr. Horsch.

Shall we tell them about a man of your
criminal reputation in their country?

Won't they have a lovely reception for a
man like you?

Miles go by, Mr. Horsch. We have less
and less time.

You fake it. Of course.

Hello, how stupid can you be?

Open channel D.

Channel D.

by 15 minutes, Miss Dancer.

What have you learned from Horsch?

I'm afraid, sir, we haven't been able to
make him talk.

Oh, nonsense, nonsense.

He'll talk.

No doubt you haven't explained it
graphically enough.

No, sir.

At any rate, your job is to find the
Disney or discover what happened to him.

And you must penetrate the secret he was
trying to unravel.

We've just reached the border, sir.

A secret I need to remind you may cost
the Disney his life.

Uh, the border guards are just getting
on the train, sir.

You understand, Miss Darter?

Thoroughly. Very well.

You are making a terrible mistake.

I'm sorry for you, chum.

No, I'll tell you.

We must get off here.

It's not far.

Ah, life at last. Wise of you.

Buongiorno. Buongiorno.

Buongiorno.

Buongiorno. Passport.

I'm sorry to say we won't be able to
visit your beautiful Yugoslavia.

Passport. No, we got involved in such an
interesting conversation. We had no

idea we'd get to Poggi so quickly.

Passport. I'll go pass. Bye.

No,

no! Hey,

gentlemen, please. Hey, boy.

Hey,

hey, hey.

No!

Tracy, you must stop it!

I follow that car.

Follow that car?

Oh, yes, like in your American movies.
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang.

Yes, big joke. Well, I don't have time
for big jokes.

This is no joke.

You don't do that.

Now, I stop the car.

What are you doing?

Just relax a minute. I'll try and
explain.

You're crazy.

I'm sort of a police agent, roughly
speaking.

Sit back and relax.

You

must

have gone up that road to the villa.

Right.

Where?

Thanks, Ebisa.

Oh, and if you should ever happen to be
in New York, don't hesitate to call.

Where is it, my daughter?

Oh.

Excuse me, Your Grace. I... I seem to
have stumbled right into your villa.

Oh, how very fortunate for me.

I'd like a glass of wine and a biscuit
in mid -morning.

But I dislike having it alone.

Come and have one with me.

Good red wine.

What is the harm?

Yes?

Costumes interested you?

Yes. It's a hobby of mine.

I design them to suit myself.

I have many hobbies.

Architecture, painting. I'm an amateur,
of course. But as a painter, I consider

myself quite good.

I figure the style of Titian... Are you
an admirer of Titian by any chance?

Oh, yes.

Uh... Your eminence, I wonder if you
could possibly ask... Yes, yes, yes. All

good time.

Sit down.

Sip, you boy. It will do you good.

Thank you.

Now then, my child, what is troubling
you? How can I help you?

You could perhaps give me some
information.

Yes.

I was following, chasing, I should say,
a man named Horsch.

Hugo Horsch.

He turned in here. Do you know him, Your
Grace?

Horsch? No.

He's a German.

Forty -five -ish.

Six feet tall and balding.

There's no one like that here, to my
knowledge.

Chasing him?

Yes, I'm with a law enforcement agency.

You wish me to take you seriously? Very
well.

You came to the village on the train
this morning?

Yes. Alone?

No.

Mark and I are taking horse.

Mark Slate is my partner.

And Mrs. Slate, what has become of him?

Of Grayson?

Yes, my child.

I wonder if I...

Finish your wine.

No, thank you.

You're not a cardinal?

What is it that gave me away, my child?

The ring?

Wrong ring and wrong hand for an
authentic gardener.

I'd only been trying on the costume. I
didn't think about the ring.

My nephew, Cesare.

Heavens to Betsy.

Dear, dear, dear. Nothing like...

She don't.

Interesting.

Extremely interesting.

She followed Horsch from the village.

Her partner, Max Slade, is presumably
still there.

Do they know what we're planning?

No.

How can we be sure? She saw the costumes
in the hall.

So the costumer of the Vatican Swiss
Guard studied it.

I watched her.

It meant nothing to her.

Furthermore, if she knew we were going
to loot the Vatican, she never would

accepted me as an authentic cardinal.

But for a moment... Well, but can we
chance it?

I chance nothing.

We are hours away from success.

The Vatican, Cesare.

The storehouse. house of the Renaissance
treasures.

Jewels, art, relics.

Do you think I will let those two little
people jeopardize such an unparalleled

opportunity? Oh, no.

This one is in our hands.

And Slate?

Send Horsch to the village to take care
of Mr.

Slate.

Signore, have you seen an American girl?

Ragazza Americana?

Hello?

Miss, um... Raffaele.

New York to Rome about two months ago.

Adriana Raffaele.

Si, I remember.

But please, if you don't mind, I am mad.
And I don't talk to nobody when I'm

mad. And that's a fact. There's nothing
I can do. Goodbye.

As a good girl, we have to follow that
moon. Hey, no.

Don't push. I'm terribly sorry, love.

Don't take my gown.

I don't like to be pushed around like
this.

Oh, mamma mia.

Oh, my foolish old baby.

Oh, my goodness.

Oh, look at that.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Oh. I doubt if any of Titian's models
were ever forced to pose for him.

Think, my child.

Think. To be that ideal.

The complete man.

I confess, I confess.

That within me, eating of my vitals, is
the energy of that dream.

The Renaissance man?

Precisely, you understand.

Painter, poet, scholar, warrior, ruler.

Or do you think I reach too far?

Oh, no.

No. Perish, forbid.

Here, I am not. far from surpassing
Titian himself.

Incredible, really.

I knew the moment I first saw you that
you were my ideal Titian.

Your skin tone is exceptional.

Thank you.

Actually, quite Titian -esque.

How kind you are.

Cesare.

Extraordinary.

Quite extraordinary.

Look at the intelligence of her eyes.

Do you think she's guessed?

With the clues of the costumes laid out
for her?

Have you, my child?

Perhaps with one more small clue.

It wouldn't matter, my child, if you
knew.

Nothing can stop us now.

Your agents, the Disney, Slate,

The whole uncle, or any agency or
government in the world, they can't

nothing. Even now, while you're sitting
there, our hand is

closing.

Within 12 hours, we will have done what
entire armies have never been able to

accomplish. Ah, yes, my child.

Truly, the Renaissance man.

Are you okay, see?

Yeah, I'm okay. I can't see very much
and my neck's slightly broken.

Is this so important?

Oh, I don't know.

Believe me, I swear.

On the steering wheel, if you don't
mind.

What about Prince Boreas and his
handsome nephew, the spoiler of women?

Oh, see.

In the right wing of the villa, his
apartment, all the way right.

For the girls in the village, say, you
know.

So you find her at all, you crazy one.

You find her in the right way, you know?

B.

Oh, the villa is up the hill.

Good, you can drop me off anywhere.

No, I go with you. No, you go home.

You are very handsome, Mark Slade. Watch
the road.

Business before pleasure.

It was agreed the syndicate was to be
responsible for security.

Do you understand me, Prince?

Yes, the city harsh bungled.

Badly. Admit it.

First they tisney.

Now Slate and this girl, they too will
be eliminated, of course.

But we can no longer be a target for
Uncle.

This bungling must stop.

Therefore, I will take over security.

Very well.

How magnificently cozy.

Lovely.

Champagne?

My dear Miss dancer, please Abandon all
hopes and

enjoy yourself

Cesare?

Cesare?

You're positively lethal.

I'll bet you can't catch these.

I'm Jenny.

Are you hurt?

I don't know.

Oh, wiggle a little.

You're all right. Where's your lover?

I put him in the wardrobe.

I used that neutralizer of yours on him.

He'll be asleep for some time.

Let me go!

What's going on out there?

Let me go! You'd better find out.

out of these costumes.

I'm going to try and get her out.

Want any help?

No, you sneak out the back way.

Right. Love.

Thank you.

Now, look here. We can't have this, you
know.

Turn that girl loose immediately,
please. She knows nothing that could be

slightest benefit to you.

Hold where you are, Mr. Slade.

Now, extend your arms.

Slowly.

Zack, if he makes any other move, shoot.

You, sir, I assume, are Prince Bariasi.
How is it possible for a man of your

integrity to...

I thought they killed you.

I was so afraid.

I held you in my arms and your heart was
still still as death.

And then, mercifully, it began to beat
again.

You held me and tended me?

Yes.

Rubbish.

What is this?

We've orders to shoot on sight, sir.

Shoot who?

The man and the girl.

You don't make sense.

Out.

You were worried about my heart.

You think I'm that naive?

There was nothing to stop you.

And you chose to remain.

Why?

I will give you five seconds.

Where would Mr. Slade go?

Where is he your rendezvous?

We hadn't one. He's already written me
off.

Three seconds.

Besides, Mark knew nothing.

Two seconds.

It was simply his responsibility to get
the girl out.

One second.

I can't tell you what I don't know!

Wait.

Wouldn't he be more sensible to use her
as a decoy?

I agree that Mr. Slate will certainly
want to get to our lovely Miss Dancer,

we'll take her out quite openly and bait
the trap.

Have our cake and eat it too, as your
saying goes.

Scary, isn't it?

Don't worry, I've got other situations
worse than this.

What's the matter?

Don't worry.

Hello?

Hello?

Channel D, please.

And as I said, unfortunately, we learned
nothing from Horsch.

They've got April.

Still there, sir?

Yes, I'm still here, Mr. Slate.

It's just that I prefer always not to
speak in anger, if possible.

Yes, sir.

I'd hoped that by this time you and Miss
Dancer had recovered Mr. Horsh and had

gained some knowledge of what this
affair was about.

And here you are, locked in a truck,
With some young Italian wench speeding

along heaven knows where, misdance in
the hands of these people.

Well, at this very moment, they're in
the process of beginning that operation.

Yes, sir.

Oh, yeah.

Here's Miss Ibsen of research.

I want you to give her the clues you
have.

And in the most minute detail. Yes, sir.

Definitely.

Hello, Mr. Houston.

There were six costumes.

A halberdier of the 15th or 16th
century.

Is that Castel Sant 'Angelo?

All clear here.

Proceed.

Do you know your history?

From the castle there is a secret tunnel
leading... leading where?

To the Vatican.

Precisely.

A tunnel used in Renaissance days for
the Pope's escape to the castle whenever

Rome was attacked by besieging armies.

Like Charles V, for instance, during the
sack of Rome.

Of course.

And yours will be the sack of the
Vatican.

I should have guessed.

The sack of the centuries.

We'll strip it bare.

We'll do what entire armies have tried
and failed.

Research believes it exactly duplicates
a description of the halberdier costume.

The Swiss guards.

Yes.

And that means the Vatican.

Research believes that would be a
reasonable assumption, sir.

I want Commander of the Security Fleet,
Rome.

Pray we're not too late.

You crazy one.

Well?

Charge is ready in the first barricade,
Your Highness.

Fire! Fire!

So the decoy attempt was useless as I
thought it would be.

Charge is ready in the second barricade,
sir.

Fire! Fire!

We'll get rid of the girl before she
becomes a problem.

Ready or not.

Cesare.

Cesare. Zack.

Lights reported ahead of the tunnel,
sir. Beyond the left gate.

Police here.

They're attacking at the entrance gate.

How did the police find out we are here?
Give me that. Go to the entrance gate.

Your presence will make sure the guard
doesn't break.

Wait.

My presence.

While you pick up reinforcements,
continue operation according to plan to

you to charge.

Which way?

I don't know. I don't know.

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe.

I told you to stay here. Come on. I want
to live too.

All right.

Help me.

Help me.

not be happy.

The uncle agents are in there.

In that case, they cannot trouble us
anymore.

My friends, can you hear me?

Help!

Benedictions, Miss Dunster, Mr. Slate
and friend.

Bless you all.

You whore!

Are you

already blessed?

There was no need for further violence.

The police.

Always the police.

You are a bit late. I see.

See. See.

Follow that car.

I heard someone.

Watch the road.