All language subtitles for The Girl From UNCLE s01e20 The Fountain of Youth Affair

Announcing the arrival of Flight 49 from
Los Angeles, Gate 14.

Flight 49, non -stop from Los Angeles,
now arriving Gate 14.

See? It just pressed the button.

May I speak with April Dancer, please?

It's very urgent.

Wonderful. It's so clean.

Spotless. Yes, I'll wait.

April Dancer?

You don't know me, Miss Dancer.

I'm Sarah Victon, the ambassador's wife.

I've got to see you right away.

What's wrong, Mrs. Batson?

I can't explain. There isn't any time.

Please, where can we meet?

Where are you now?

Kennedy Airport.

What terminal?

Mrs. Hecton?

Your devotion to duty is astounding,
Miss Wallace.

With these hands, you can type 120 words
a minute.

Mark.

I'm sorry, I should have knocked.

What's the matter, love? A phone call.

Very strange. I think it has something
to do with the Syronesian crisis.

Are you busy?

Paperwork. Details. Dead boring, isn't
it?

Hello, Slate?

For thee.

Yes? It's Mrs. Dicton.

Are you still at the airport?

No, I'm at a pizza stand on Queens
Boulevard.

What's the cross street?

Rochester Street.

Queen's Boulevard and Rochester Street.

Mrs.

Vecton, can you tell me what this is all
about?

Madame Dow, the premier of Sarnasia's
wife, she's in danger.

What kind of danger?

Mrs. Vecton.

Mrs. Vecton.

There's no time, Miss Dancer. I'll
explain it when I see you. And please

We shall.

She told me everything.

Marvelous. So cosmopolitan.

The BMT stop in Astoria.

34th Street.

Try and stay there. Thanks.

I'll stay.

He's dead.

He's dead?

Mr. Vector,

I must apologize.

This seems to have been a morbid hoax.

The victim is an old woman.

She seems to have been carrying your
wife's papers.

May I, uh... May I see the body?

Yes, of course, if you wish, Mr. Slate.

It's no hoax.

This is Farrah, my wife.

But I know your wife.

She's young, beautiful.

The woman you saw was young.

It was all a deception.

You see, Sarah had discovered the
fountain of youth, or thought she had.

She was older than she appeared, but not
as old as they made her.

I wish to heaven she'd never heard of
rejuvenile.

Rejuvenile?

The Baroness Blomstedt's youth
treatments?

Yes.

I put Mrs. Vecton on the plane for
Norway the day before yesterday.

You mean your wife has been kept young
by some form of treatment?

Injections.

The Baroness's secret formula.

Very effective if a woman is willing to
pay the Baroness's price.

Apparently this time Sarah wasn't.

My organization has had its eye on the
juvenile for some time.

The Baroness numbers the wives of some
of the most powerful men in the world

amongst her clients.

We have an agent on the island.

Baroness is an evil woman with no
allegiance to anything except her lust

power.

Ambassador, at what price was your wife
paying for these injections?

I found there were papers missing from
my private files.

Top secret memoranda on the Cyrenician
crisis.

I should have gone to the authorities
months ago.

You were trying to protect the woman you
loved.

Yes, and risking the future of a nation
that's vital to us.

Tunisia? Yes.

Now, listen to me.

Not long ago, my wife persuaded Madame
Dow to visit Rejuvenile.

Madame Dow is there now.

As you know, she's the wife of the most
important man in Southeast Asia.

Unless you people can save her, she's
likely to become another of the

puppets.

Time for your treatment, Mrs. White.

Will you go with Carl?

Maybe.

I had to speak to you, Baroness.

When will my treatments begin?

I thought I had made that clear, Madame
Dow.

Your treatments begin when the payment
is made.

The payment will be made.

You have my word.

I am afraid your word is not enough.

These things cannot always be
controlled.

That is true, Madame Dow.

But neither can the ravages of time, my
dear.

I will leave this place.

Must I remind you?

Mrs. Vecton left against my wishes.

Until we know how innocent the Dows are,
the Baroness's intention is...

We'd best keep Miss Dancer's real
identity a secret.

I'll give you a letter of introduction
to Madam Dow. From then on, it'll be up

to you. Mr. Slate will join you on the
island.

I think his covered identity will amuse
you.

How will I know our other agent, sir?

The code name is Christina.

Good luck, Miss Dancer.

Come on, love. How many times do I have
to tell you? Give it a little cross.

It's made to be Belgravia, not that
sewer you were born in.

So common.

So common.

I made her. Absolutely made her.

Of course, she's madly in love with me,
you know.

That's understandable.

Do you think you might possibly move
that dreary little nose a bit more

the light?

All right.

So common.

Now then, what's all this about you
being me?

You're about to go and photograph for a
juvenile, aren't you? For one of the

fashion magazines.

Yeah, leaving tomorrow.

Oh, I thought I'd shoot the whole place
through oatmeal.

Give it a certain tone.

You are creative.

I have to take your place, Mr. Crump.

Take my place?

Don't you know?

I am the world's greatest photographer.

Nobody can take my place.

That's probably true, but there's likely
to be a certain amount of violence on

Rejuvena Isle.

Violence?

What sort of violence?

Oh, a few corpses here and there.

I loathe violence.

I'm against it on principle. Peace
through love.

That's my motto.

I rather thought so.

You can smell it in the air here.

You know, I come to think of it, I'm
only one of the world's greatest

photographers. You probably could take
my place.

Yeah, I expect so.

Especially if I give it a bit of class.

My name is April Dancer.

Is there something wrong?

No.

Excuse me, Miss Dancer.

Miss Dancer?

The Baroness Blankstedt.

Oh, it's a great pleasure to meet you,
Baroness.

Mr. Starker tells me you are looking for
a job.

Tell me, what brings you to this corner
of the world?

Well, I was just up the coast skiing
and... Quite frankly,

I ran out of money.

And how did you hear of a juvenile?

Oh, Baroness, there's not a woman in the
world that doesn't know of your work.

At your age?

I doubt that.

I have... You have a degree in physical
education. I thought by some chance you

might be in need of a gym instructor.

I see.

Well, I'm sure there is something we can
find for a lovely young lady to do.

Carol, find Miss Dancer a room in our
staff quarters.

I will explain your duties to you after
lunch.

Thank you, Baroness.

You don't need a gym instructor.

No, darling.

But I do need to know just who Miss
Dancer really is.

Come, darling, we have work to do.

Work, work.

Tell me.

When you have all the power you want,
you're going to give some of it to me,

You.

You have too much power already.

If the Baroness would only give me her
youth treatments.

Even one.

I beg your pardon, madam, but did I
overhear you say that the Baroness is

giving you her youth treatments?

Oh, the Baroness only gives a favored
few her youth treatments. I've offered

a king's ransom, but she keeps putting
me off.

Oh.

Oh, well, I'm sure your husband loves
you just the way you are.

I'm a widow, my dear.

Oh.

Sorry. May I help you, Miss Dancer?

Ah, yes, Meredith. Just becoming
acquainted with some of the clients.

Excellent. I like to see initiative in
my employees.

Oh, thank you.

Well, excuse me.

Ladies.

Sorry, just looking around.

Please, I use that wrist occasionally.

You are.

You know, this isn't very good for
business.

Let her go.

Monsieur, sir.

I said to watch her, not to kill her.
She is of no use to me dead. Let her go.

Get her out of there.

Do as I say. Get her out of there.

Miss Dancer?

Miss Dancer?

What was that all about?

Freshman hazing?

Miss Dancer, I cannot apologize enough.

B .B. thought that you were trying to
steal the formula for my injection.

You see, my laboratory is closed, even
to my most trusted personnel.

I stand corrected.

Mr. Crump, I understand you hate women.
Is that true?

Loathe them. Absolutely loathe them.

Except me mum, of course. She's special.

Oh, isn't that exciting, Agnes? He
loathes them.

I hope you'll be tolerant of our guests,
Mr. Crump. Oh, yes.

Oh, is that Belle?

Hold it, hold it.

Look at her, Starker. She's magnificent.

A nurse goddess.

Oozing with brown evil slime.

I must photograph him.

Miss Dancer, this is Terry Crump, the
photographer.

Charmed. Oh, forgive me, I'm allergic to
dirt.

Did I say something wrong?

Primeval? Ooh, the goddess.

Sorry, ducks, I couldn't read the steps.

You might have tried.

What are you doing?

Ouch! If we don't wash behind our ears,
we don't get our dessert.

Mr.

Waverley?

Yes? How are we progressing?

Well, we have our foot in the door, sir.

Mark is here with me now.

Good.

I've had an allot from Sir Aneesia.

They're expecting an important
announcement from the Premier.

At any moment.

About the elections?

Yes.

Stay close to Madame Dow.

Right. Yes, sir.

I wonder just how close Madame Dow will
allow us to get.

Naturally, they will have to be killed.

Mr. Crump first. I will see to him
personally.

You will take care of the girl.

Madame Dahl.

It's April Dancer.

Madame Dahl.

Go away, Miss Dancer.

What's wrong?

Please, Miss Tanza, just leave me alone.

And now, we bring you an important news
announcement.

Premier Dao of Syronesia has refused to
allow the free elections that were

scheduled to take place tomorrow.

This last -minute decision on the
Premier's part has thrown his country

chaos. Students and other dissident
elements are rioting through the

The Premier's palace is under siege.

We will continue to bring you the latest
developments as they happen.

Turn it off.

30 million people.

The most strategic position in Southeast
Asia.

We may now begin Madame Dao's treatment.

Good afternoon, Baroness. Here is Mr.
Crumb. He is a famous photographer.

He has come to take some pictures.

Of my sweet ones?

Yes, of your sweet ones and of you.

Now, if you and the Baroness would just
stand there with a couple of wild pigs,

Lovie. Of course.

Of course.

Oh, lovely, lovely local color. Lovely.

This little lady is my special favorite.

My pet.

I have named her...

Christina. Christina.

Well, that's charming. Now, just hold
that.

Ah, here we go.

Oh, that's lovely.

Yes, I'm sure that will be just perfect,
Mr. Grunt.

Thank you, Nygma.

Come along, my sweet Grunts.

Time to earn your teeth.

What in the name of creation is that?

Ah, come along, I'll show you. It's very
interesting.

Oh, they're a right bunch of rats about,
aren't they?

Wild boar can be very dangerous.

Don't you want to get a picture of this?

Action stuff.

That'll switch our readers on. Oh, yeah.

Be careful.

Are you getting a good angle? Oh, it's
massing.

Smash him!

The Baroness is on to me, wouldn't you
say?

You would not have been the first person
to die in the wild boar pen.

That's a comforting thought.

I'd better warn my accomplice.

April?

April?

What's the matter, Mr. Slate?

Tone it down, fellas. I can't hear.

It's April. I can't get through to her.

April?

All right, card guy. I'll race you up
the hill.

Oh!

Oh!

I won!

The view of the fjord from up here is
beautiful.

Yes.

Does the Barrows Blastead own this
entire island?

Mm -hmm.

Nobody comes here without her
permission.

Nobody leaves without her permission
unless they decide to leave the hard

It is beautiful.

Beautiful.

It's dangerous.

I was beginning to worry about you.

I was afraid you might have had an
accident.

No, Mr. Stalker took me on quite a tour.

Miss Dancer was full of questions about
the island.

I trust you answered them all.

You're adjusting time for coffee and
dessert.

Oh, I couldn't, now with all these
dieters around here. I feel like a

Oh, no, I insist that my staff eat
dessert.

It helps build my client's willpower.

I have no willpower.

I'll bring you a coffee in a moment.

Thank you.

Mr. Crump?

Unfortunately, Mr. Crump has had an
accident.

We will discover his body in the
morning.

I'm sorry about the girl. I didn't have
a chance to stage an accident.

That's all right, darling.

I have taken care of it.

The pastry?

Yes. My personal recipe.

Very rich.

The secret ingredient is just the right
dash of arsenic.

Courage, Mrs. Sedley.

Just a taste.

A little sliver.

I'm afraid not. The Baroness would wrap
my knuckles.

Oh, dear.

Good evening, Miss Dancer.

Madame Dow?

Yes.

I had my first treatment this afternoon.

Tell me, is it worth the price?

Madame Dowell.

Miss Sanford must be hungry.

Go.

Encourage her to eat.

They know who you are.

Mr. Slate is waiting at the wild boar
pens.

Oh, there you are.

Now, you and I can have a...

Quiet evening, huh?

Oh, I'm afraid not.

After such a long day, I'm absolutely
exhausted.

You understand.

Of course.

Good night, then.

Mr.

Starker, I'd give my life for the taste
of something sweet.

Mrs. Sedley, you don't mean that. It's
just, how do you say it, a figure of

speech.

What's so funny?

You.

You're magnificent.

An earth god oozing with primeval slime.

Why is it I never have my camera when I
need it?

Ah, don't touch.

I'm allergic to dirt, especially from a
big pet.

Wild boar.

Quite. Have you seen Madame Dow lately?

Yes, this evening.

Fifteen years younger than she did
yesterday.

That Premier must be the most henpecked
husband in history, selling out his

country just to keep his missus young.

Ingrid's not finished yet. Oh?

No. This afternoon, when Starker was
showing me around, looked as if they

getting ready for someone special.

Special? Yes, the VIP treatment.

All the extras. Extra flowers, extra
bowls of fruit.

Dr. Waverly.

I have disturbing news.

Premier Dow has disappeared.

I can make an educated guess where he
might be heading.

Rejuvena Isle?

It must be part of his deal with the
Baroness. Unless the Premier has

to Cyrenicia within 24 hours, the
revolution is bound to succeed.

And our hostess takes a rather healthy
chunk of Southeast Asia.

I'll send a submarine for the Premier at
dawn.

I hope we can deliver him.

I'm afraid I must add another task to
your mission.

The Baroness?

Yes. We must put an end to her power.

Now, before you leave Rejuvena, you must
find the source of her youth formula

and destroy it.

Welcome to the juvenile aisle, Premier
Dow. Where is my wife?

Is it you?

Yes. Are you pleased?

We have paid a high price for this, my
love.

Why did you insist upon coming here?

I have been a weak and foolish man.

I betrayed my people.

My husband.

This is no time for sentiment.

Why are you here?

I came to ask you to change our bargain.

That is impossible.

I will give you money.

Any sum you ask.

But this revolution must be stopped, and
I must give my people their free

elections. Premier Dow, you have paid
the price.

There are no refunds.

I am still premier.

I will hold the elections in spite of
you.

You would not dare.

Please, my husband, do not anger her.

Your wife is wise.

She has had only one injection.

If she does not have two more, her youth
will vanish within hours.

I must have those injections.

Does your youth mean that much to you?

Please. Listen to me.

As you grew older, I only loved you
more.

I do not want to be old.

Why?

Why do you fear it?

We will grow old together.

Very touching.

And very, very foolish.

I am afraid you will not have the chance
to grow old together.

I warn you, Baroness.

I have left instructions for my
deputies. Whether or not my wife and I

tomorrow, they are to hold the
elections.

I believe you will change those
instructions before the night is

Premier Dow.

Bring them to my laboratory in half an
hour.

I need time to prepare.

Picture it for the lodge paper.

Things will be all right in the morning,
fellas.

Take him to the submarine.

It's all right. He's one of us. This
way.

Where have you taken the dhows?

You have your secrets, Baroness. We have
ours.

Max, take the men, search the island.

In the meantime, Peter, perhaps we can
persuade them to remember.

I'm sure we can.

You've been so anxious to see my
laboratory.

Now you'll have an opportunity.

Now for the last time, where have you
taken the dows?

Oh, Baroness, you're in for a hard
night's work.

I don't think so, Miss Dancer.

You see, the fashion magazines have not
yet discovered everything about Rejuvena

Isle.

me everywhere know about Formula A.

Formula A rejuvenates the aging, but the
same process produces Formula

B.

I have not yet introduced Formula B to
the world market.

I'm afraid there will not be much demand
for it, except in special cases.

You see, Formula B ages the young.

You are so lovely, Miss Dancer.

Is this foolish business in Cyrene
really worth 50 years of your life to

Where is Premier Dow?

I can't seem to remember.

Fool.

Gallant fool.

Pringles will not be coming, either of
you.

Don't worry, love. They all say life
begins at 40.

So I've heard.

I think I will give the first injection
to Mr. Slate.

Perhaps when you see him grow old, your
memory will improve, Miss Dancer.

Never could stand those blasted
injections I pass out every time I get a

shot. You are an excellent

subject, Mr. Slate.

You are already beginning to respond.

What's happening, love?

I'm feeling a little weak.

Miss Dancer, where is Pamela?

Let me tell you something about aging,
Miss Dancer.

There's nothing graceful about it.

No wisdom.

Once youth is gone, there is nothing.

Hasn't anyone ever told you you have a
rather superficial philosophy?

We are women, Miss Dancer.

I know what your youth means to you.

Uh -huh.

I never could remember uncle
regulations.

How do I file my pension application?

I don't think you'll find it so amusing
when the same thing happens to Miss

Dancer.

Look at you, sir.

Not bad, Baroness.

Not perfect.

The eyes look 70 all right, but the hair
looks about 50.

You want to take a little bit off the
top?

It's very funny, Mr. Slate. But for Miss
Danvers' sake, where is Premier Dow?

Drop that gun, Mr. Darker.

Or else I'll turn your nice little
girlfriend into Norway's most senior

Drop it.

Do as she says, Peter.

Get it to me.

I'm sorry, Baroness.

This vial has Mr. Slate's name on it.
No, you don't understand. I must have

I must have it. I'm sure I can bring you
back with this.

Ingrid.

You?

Yes, love. I too drink at my fountain of
youth.

I must have it, Miss Dancer.

Get back.

I knew this might happen someday.

The fountain could not flow forever.

If I press this button, all of Rejuvena
Isle will be destroyed.

And all of us with it. And all of those
innocent women.

No, Ingrid. No, you're mad.

I will not grow old.

I think she means business, love.

All right.

What are you doing?

Preparing an injection for you.

Yes. Hurry, hurry.

If I have one more year of use, I can
rebuild the reactor.

I can have my power again.

Oh, if I were old, you would not love
me, Peter.

Quickly.

Yes.

Tell me I beg of you before this thing
is done.

Please.

I beg of you.

I cannot live without my beauty.

Please.

Please, I beg you.

Please.

I beg you.

Please.

Your hands.

Together. Like a mask.

Now, place them.

Over your face.

Ah,

but I am brilliant.

Brilliant.

But you can't see my face.

That's the idea.

Hold it.

Come in.

Come in.

I told you to move.

You can't see her face.

That's supposed to be the general idea.

A title. A title. A title for the
portrait.

Of course.

Fickle fingers on face.

I will print it out of focus and
undoubtedly win an award.

Undoubtedly. Here, take a look at this.

Headline news in the English papers.

Premier Dow announces date.

for elections.

Ah, there's a giant step for democracy
in Syronesia.

Personally, I prefer Henry VIII. Off
with their heads. Democracy.

He almost gave the best tears of his
life for it.

Oh, yeah.

By the by, old boy. How did you look at
70?

Not bad.

As a matter of fact, I always find older
men more attractive.

How kind of you to say so, Miss Dancer.

Thank you, sir.