All language subtitles for The Man From UNCLE s01e03 The Quadripartite Affair.eng

NARRATOR:
In New York City...

...on a street in the East Forties,
there's an ordinary tailor shop.

Or is it ordinary?

We entered through the agents' entrance
and we are now in U.N.C.L.E. headquarters.

That's the United Network Command
for Law and Enforcement.

U.N.C.L.E. is an organization
consisting of agents of all nationalities.

It's involved in maintaining political
and legal order anywhere in the world.

[GARBLED SPEECH OVER RADIO]

My name is Napoleon Solo.

I'm an enforcement agent
in Section Two here.

That's Operations and Enforcement.

I am Illya Kuryakin.
I am also an enforcement agent.

Like my friend Napoleon, I go
and I do whatever I am told to by our chief.

Huh? Oh, yes. Alexander Waverly.

Number One in Section One.

In charge of this,
our New York headquarters.

It's from here that I send these young men
on their various missions.

[PANTING]

Father!

[RAVEN YELLING]

- This is-- Father, what's--?
- Get away from me!

No, don't touch me!
Don't touch me! No!

Don't touch me! No!

Stay away from me!
Stay away from me!

Stay away from me. No!

MARION: Father--
RAVEN: Never come near me.

RAVEN: Don't hurt me. No, don't hurt me!
MARION: Daddy. Daddy, it's Marion. Daddy.

Get a doctor. A doctor.
Qui-- Quickly. Plea--

He's coming around, Bufferton.
It's wearing off.

That's quite interesting.

How long since he got a whiff
of that stuff?

GERVAISE [ON SCREEN]: Only 30 minutes,
darling. Not a very heavy dose, either.

PATTNER [OVER PHONE]:
The girl's going for help.

There's only one thing to do
unless you have some other ideas.

Ha. That's a fool question
if I ever heard one.

Gervaise?

Kill him.

Okay. As long as we all agree.

Karadian, don't be so nervous.
Make yourself a drink.

Gervaise?
How's the weather in New York?

You better bring your raincoats.

You know how unpredictable it is
this time of the year.

[SIGHS]

Oh, no. Oh, no, no.

[GASPS]

[SCREAMS THEN SOBS]

Dr. Gregory Raven was in Yugoslavia...

...on a mission
for the International Public Health Service.

He stumbled across something
that was none of his business...

...and made a cursory report
to his superiors.

Then someone killed him.

According to his daughter, he was in a state
of almost pathological terror.

According to his file,
he was a normal, healthy, intelligent man.

I want to know what it is,
would reduce a man like that to a--

A whimpering rabbit.

Well, Mr. Solo?

Mr. Kuryakin?

Any ideas how you frighten a man like that
out of his wits?

Well, the fear of death, perhaps.

If he'd been expecting a blast from a
shotgun, he'd have told his daughter to run.

As it was, he told her to fetch a doctor.

Not a policeman, a doctor.

Hmm.

Nice.

Uh, his daughter. Marion Raven.

She arrived just in time to see him killed.

Back home now, here in New York.

MARION: My report to the police
was clear enough, surely?

All my father said was he'd come across
something "interesting and alarming."

- His exact words.
- Now, he was a foreigner.

He didn't know the language, so he
must have had a local man to help him.

There was one man who seemed
an unusual sort of man for Father to know.

A smuggler of black-market cigarettes.

Father called him a professional bandit.

- Is that a very old-fashioned word?
- Not over there, no.

- You knew this man?
- Yes. I rather liked him.

He was so proud
of being a good smuggler.

Excuse me.
Did you take all these photographs?

- Yes.
- I like the one of the boat.

Thank you.

I wonder....

I took a photograph of a boat once.
A big yacht, the Biella.

And when I showed it to Father,
he made me destroy it.

That was the day before he was killed.

Why, Mr. Solo, why?
Can you tell me why?

[SIGHS]

I'm sorry. I don't usually
make a fool of myself like this.

There's nothing foolish about emotion.

Oh, it's just that I'm not used
to being under police protection.

I find it nerve-wracking, that's all.

Oh, they're very unobtrusive,
I assure you...

...but I've felt them following me
ever since I came to New York.

- It is a policeman, isn't it?
- No, it's not.

As you say, they're very unobtrusive,
but no one out there has that kind of look.

- I wish I knew what this was all about.
- We'll find out, I promise you.

Do you have any relatives out in the country
where you might go for a while?

No, Mr. Solo.

This is my home.
This is where my father and I lived.

And I won't leave it,
not just to run off like a scared rabbit.

- I see. You're not the rabbit type, huh?
- Definitely not.

You're a stubborn woman.

Well, I must do some research.
Mr. Kuryakin will look after you.

Take good care of her, Illya.

She may very well be a stubborn woman.
But she's nice.

Resolution is my favorite virtue.

You'll get used to him.
He might even grow on you.

I'll be at HQ. Report in on the hour.

[MARION SIGHS]

Would you like some coffee?

Shall I play you a record?

You probably don't have anything I like.
Just forget I'm here.

That won't be easy.

Just part of the furniture.

WOMAN [ON RECORDING]: The Biella.
Registered France to Madame Gervaise Ravel.

Left Valona, Yugoslavia on the 1 1th.
Arrived New York Harbor on the 21st.

Let's have a look
at the, uh, owner of the yacht.

Mm-hm.

- Very handsome owner.
- If you like the feline type.

Well, they purr so nicely.

What do we know about her?

HEATHER:
Gervaise Ravel, 30.

Born in Aix-en-Provence,
widow of Armand Ravel.

SOLO: Oh, yes. The French minister
who committed suicide a few years ago.

MARION: Suspected of heading
the Intelligence Department...

...of the French Secret Army...

...and who killed himself on April 7th, 1963
rather than face trial.

- Shall I go on?
SOLO: Do, do.

She is non grata in France
and has no police record in any country.

And she's classified as dangerous.

A beautiful woman
should always be so classified.

- Me too, Mr. Solo?
- Oh, top of the list, Miss McNabb.

Uh, will you pull out
some more material for me?

[JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING]

Someone once said there can be no mischief
where there's music.

Do you believe that?

Cervantes. But he was wrong.

There's mischief all around us
and it pays not to forget it.

[DOORBELL BUZZES]

- Who is it?
MAN: Messenger service.

Just a minute.

- It's for Miss Marion Raven.
- Oh, I'll take it. Uh....

Uh, would you mine putting it
on the corner of the table, please?

Oh.

Ah.

- Thank you, sir.
- It's all right.

"With love, darling, Edmund."
Who's Edmund?

- He's a boy I go out with sometimes.
- Hmm. Get him on the phone.

I can't. He left town this week.
He's gone to Mexico.

It doesn't seem ominous
but it pays to be careful.

No, you'd better stay in there.

Hmm.

It's all right, you can come out.

[SIGHS]

- It's the kind he always sends.
- Oh, that's a good sign.

But I'm going to have them analyzed
all the same.

- And that wasn't a messenger?
- Well, if it wasn't, we can soon find him.

And his fingerprints are on the package.

Hmm. Aren't we efficient?

Heh, heh. The record needs changing.

Madame Ravel is giving a reception
on board her yacht tomorrow afternoon.

- Thought you might want to pay her a visit.
- Yes, I'd like to.

What's the news from Mr. Kuryakin?

Well, he's supposed to have called me
three minutes ago.

[DIALING PHONE]

Murray Hill, 33098?

[ILLYA WHIMPERING]

- Illya.
- No, no.

No, no, leave me--
Leave me alone, leave me alone.

Please go away.
Please, please, don't touch me.

Don't touch me-- Don't touch--

[ILLYA STAMMERING]

[WHIMPERING]

[RADIO BEEPING]

SOLO [OVER RADIO]: Open Channel D.
- Are you all right?

I mean, Channel D is open.

SOLO:
Report for Number One of Section One.

Marion Raven is missing.
And I'm all right, thank you. Acknowledge.

Waverly here.

[ILLYA WHIMPERING OVER RADIO]

Is that--?

Is that some sort of animal I hear crying?

Yeah, something like that.

[LIVELY MUSIC PLAYING]

[PEOPLE CHATTERING]

Can we count on these new men?

Yes. A total of 30, all ex-officers,
all with axes to grind.

They want a lot of money.

Bufferton has a lot of money.

A flat 2 million.
A bonus for the German.

- Is it too much?
- Hmm.

A single one of my emerald mines
can produce that in a single week.

Money is like fertilizer, Gervaise.

You have to spread it around
if it's to do any good.

Or, shall we say, any harm.

And our dear Colonel Pattner
has a lot of harm.

There's no harm in overthrowing fools
who think they're running a government.

[PEOPLE CHATTERING]

Yeah, Fire Department here.

Inspector Matheson,
from the Fire Department.

GERVAISE [OVER RADIO]:
All right, send him down.

Below decks, main stateroom.

When we pull this off, I'll show you--

Beg your pardon.

Sorry, mister. Private.

Oh. Oh.

[SILENCED GUNSHOT]

[SILENCED GUNSHOT]

[RADIO BUZZING]

OFFICER [OVER RADIO]: Madame Gervaise,
did the fire inspector get there yet?

No, find him.

[ALARM WAILING]

Come on. I just put them to sleep.

They'll have gentle hangovers,
but that's the hazards of their trade.

[SOLO SHOUTS]

No shooting unless you must.

[RADIO BUZZING]

Report.

We have the intruder and the girl
trapped on the upper deck.

He's armed.

SOLO:
All right, jump.

OFFICER: A boat pulled up alongside
and picked them off.

They do plan well, don't they?

It's very interesting.
One disintegrated piece of candy...

...that left behind
traces of chlorasine and picric acid.

And the blood slides from this young lady
match exactly those of Mr. Kuryakin.

Diphenyl sulfide.

Extraordinary.
Maybe this card will tell us something.

Colonel Adam Pattner was on board.

Seemed very much at home there.
You remember him?

Ex-Colonel Adam Pattner, yes. Yes, I do.

He was forced to resign his commission
because of his political fanaticism.

He had an idea
the world was being ruled by idiots.

Well, it's not the first time
a man has been ruined by a half-truth.

You all right now?

Yes. I'm still a little frightened.
Is that bad?

It was a chemically induced fear.
You have every right to be frightened.

I was too.

Well, by the looks of you two,
the drug seems to have no aftereffect.

MAN [ON RECORDING]:
Diphenylpicrincyanicchlorasine.

Known to be a powerful depressant
which acts on the nervous system...

...and artificially creates
a condition of extreme fear.

It was developed by Professor
Enver Karadian during World War II...

...but work on it was abandoned...

...when the gas was found to be
too unstable for efficient control.

Professor Karadian
continued his research on the gas...

...in Germany, the Soviet Union and Japan
in the period 1952-1958.

He was expected to visit the United States
in April of 1959...

...to demonstrate the results
of his research, but disappeared.

There's been no trace of him since.

April, 1959.

Wasn't that the time
Colonel Pattner resigned suddenly?

Yes, it was.

I wonder if it was he who steered Karadian
away from the Pentagon.

And now someone has tamed that fear gas
and put it to work.

Miss Raven...

...tell me about this Yugoslav village
that seemed to interest your father.

Well, there's not much I do know.

A place called Nasunji. It's not so much
a village as a mountain area.

A lot of deep caverns, I believe, where the
guerrillas used to hide out during the war.

It's almost impassable country,
quite remote.

And this friend of your father's,
Milan Horth, lives there?

Yes.

Miss Raven, would you--?

Would you help us to find
the men who killed your father?

- I will do anything you ask.
- Good.

- Karadian, can you hear me?
- Yes. Yes, you are coming in faintly now.

- How was the meeting?
- Excellent.

I have four new groups.

We've been promised nearly 3000 men
under the command of the German.

What about the containers?

They are coming off the assembly line
very fast now.

Anything else? What about security?

- Under control.
- Tighten it up.

We've had some trouble. Raven's daughter
has been exposed to the gas.

- She's been talking, I don't know to whom.
- What?

You better expect a visit
from an unfriendly agency.

I want a red alert on all systems,
is that understood?

Of course. Of course, I understand.

Good. Signing off.

If there's an attack,
I don't think he'll handle it.

Yes, I better get back.
You and Bufferton can finish up here.

Good. I'd like to know just who
took that girl from under our noses.

It suggests
a highly efficient organization.

They shall have to be taught
a severe and painful lesson.

Go to it, Pattner. Go to it. Teach them.

WAVERLY: And now we'll come in
fairly low, about 5000 feet.

We'll use an old B-17,
something like that.

Smugglers are always using
surplus airplanes in this part of the world.

And that should be it.

How can you be sure of their response
to such a situation?

Well, with their wealth,
their obvious resources...

...plus Colonel Pattner's
military know-how...

...their reaction
should be fairly predictable.

It had better be.

Remember, if you want to back out,
tomorrow is too late.

It might be well for you to reconsider.

You won't get anywhere without Horth.
And Horth doesn't know you.

All right, then. Next stop, Yugoslavia.

The three of us.

CARLO: Sir.
- What is it?

- We have an intercept.
- Course, range, altitude?

Direct heading, security area.

Range: 12 miles. Altitude: 5000 feet.

- It's coming around.
- Circling, huh?

Alert intercept.

Sound the alarm.

It's coming around
for another approach, sir.

All right. Bring him down.

The bird is on auto fire.

[SCANNER BEEPING]

Direct hit, sir. The scanner is clean.

- Parachutes?
- None reported sighted, sir.

A lesson in manners for clever people.

You think they picked up the helicopter
on radar?

No. We flew in too low.

Let's hope that
all of their electronic scanning equipment...

...was trained on
our robot-controlled bomber.

Let's go.

Horth! Horth.

[MARION SIGHS]

- These men are your friends?
- Yes. Very good friends.

[HORTH & ILLYA SPEAKING
EASTERN EUROPEAN LANGUAGE]

[LAUGHING]

Nevertheless, hello.

[LAUGHING]

So I see the big bird go pfft.

And I see the little bird land on the nest
and lay three eggs.

So I go down
to see what the eggs hatch.

I'm glad it was you. It could've been
some of the other fellows.

Yes, there are many strangers
around here now.

You scared the wits out of me,
springing at us like that.

[SIGHS]

That's how I lost my fourth wife.

Mr. Horth, we've come a long way
to find you.

Now you find. So?

Is it safe to talk here?

Nowhere is safe, but talk.

You'll remember Gregory Raven?

He was my friend.

And the men who killed him,
where did they come from?

Nasunji. A mountain out there.

Strangers, you said.

Do you know what they're doing?

They come from France, from Spain,
from Germany, from many places.

But what they do, that I do not know.

Gregory Raven told me
he had found a man...

...who had returned
from the caves at Nasunji.

He had returned so full of fear
he could not speak.

Raven ask me to guide him there.

So we went at night, silently.

But I could not find a way
past the guards.

There was a white gas lying on the ground
in the hollow before the caves.

Raven took my arm and said, "Run."

Or else what had happened to the man
he had found would happen to us too.

And so, to my shame...

...I ran.

Someday...

...I go back and see
what those evil men do on my mountain.

Now is your chance.
Will you guide us there?

Just the two of us.

Marion can stay here till we come back.

- And if you don't come back?
- We will.

These are the men that killed my father.

She's a brave girl. I like.

- It'll be a tough climb.
- Don't let my sex mislead you, Mr. Solo.

I'm trying very hard not to.

Can we go?

Now.

[GOAT BLEATS]

I told you. Nowhere is safe.

Better we go now.

Well?
How you like our mountains, huh?

How much--? How much more?

Oh, four, five hours, maybe.

- I had the feeling I was in shape.
- You learn a little something every day.

Let's go.

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

I'll never breathe normally again.

Take deep breaths. Slowly.

And relax. You only have few moments
before Napoleon and Horth return...

...from scouting the area ahead.

Then we climb again.

It seems whenever we're together,
you always have a gun in your hand.

I never feel quite comfortable with you,
Illya.

You have to learn to ignore me.
Pretend I'm part of the background.

Just another rock or a tree.

All right.

You're a rock.

Nasunji.

The caves are through that pass
and over the bridge there, you see?

I have a feeling
they're still expecting someone.

Then let's not disappoint them.

At all times, close to me.

All right, move on down. Keep out of sight,
I'll meet you at the bottom.

CARLO: We picked up something,
Mr. Karadian. Unit 6.

Unit 6, let me see what you've got.

All sections, start your cameras.

KARADIAN: There they are.
PATTNER: I'm not blind.

Hmm.

I should have taken care of her before.

Now she comes back, with a headache...

...for us.

Okay, turn them off. Go get them.

- A woman. Couldn't we at least--?
- No.

LEADER:
Disarm them.

Put these on, you'll need them.

You'll never get across that bridge
without them.

Come along, move.

[THUD]

LEADER:
All right, you can take them off now.

Okay, move along. Come on, move.

LEADER:
Put the mask on the desk.

All right, let's go.

Turn to your right. Come on, come on.

[MEN GRUNTING]

Take the girl and run.

[ALARM WAILING]

ILLYA:
Come on.

[GUNSHOT]

No, no. Horth!

Take that dog out and bury him.

Next time, it'll be you.
Take them to the command room.

Come on, hurry up.
Get those boxes in here.

[RADIO BUZZING]

GERVAISE:
Go ahead.

They tricked us with a decoy airplane
but we stopped them in the valley.

The girl and two men.
Had to kill one of them.

Good. Find out who sent them
and how much they know.

Use thiopental on them, both of them.
Then get rid of them.

- Let's go.
GERVAISE: I've finished the recruiting.

We can go ahead with the attack any time
you're ready. Do you have enough gas?

Enough to flood every military depot
in the country.

I'm allowing five days for the takeover.

The only thing we're waiting for now
are the new pilots. Where are they?

They're on their way.

I'm signing off now.

I wish we could have done this alone,
just you and I.

They'll be soon to the end
of their usefulness, both of them.

- Illya?
- Shh.

- But I'm so--
- Please. I must think.

There has to be some way out of this.

- But there just isn't, so can't we just talk?
- Not now. Just pretend I'm not here.

Part of the walls.

That's what you are. All right.
Pretend you're part of the walls.

Or a lamp or a chair or a tree or a rock.

But just for once...

...just once, couldn't you pretend
you're a human being?

For a few moments, then,
let us pretend I'm a human being.

[MARION SIGHING]

[GRUNTING]

[MARION YELLS]

[PANTING]

[MARION BREATHING HEAVILY]

PATTNER:
Energetic young man, isn't he?

What are we going to do with them?

What is--?

[ALARM WAILING]

PATTNER:
Come on.

[PATTNER SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

[STATIC CRACKLING]

[DEVICE BEEPING]

Check the doors.

The conduits. Check the conduits.

[STATIC CRACKLING]

[DEVICE BEEPING]

[DEVICE BEEPING]

[DEVICE BEEPING]

SOLO [WHISPERS]:
Hey.

[GRUNTING]

MARION:
Okay.

[SOLO GRUNTING]

Sir, all conduit fires are out
but all electrical power is gone.

Double the guards at all points.

All right, men, let's go. Come on, men.
Go, move out.

Look out!

It's the gas! It's the gas!

SOLO:
Kuryakin.

[PATTNER WHIMPERING]

SOLO: Hurry, I left a time bomb
in the ammunition room.

They've lost their headquarters,
their chemical plant, their scientist...

...and their supply of that gas
is buried under a million tons of rock. Huh.

Well, that would seem to be the end of it,
wouldn't it?

Nothing left but an ugly scar.
And one day, that too will be covered over.

And you, Miss Raven.

We have a lot to thank you for.

If there's anything
I can ever do for you....

Ever, at any time, anywhere.

No. All I want now
is the cozy feeling I get...

...when I'm curled up on my own divan,
listening to the kind of music I like.

Goodbye, Mr. Waverly.

You know, the kind of music
your people play is hard on my nerves.

- I'll take you home.
- You don't have to.

We'll walk.
It's a nice afternoon for walking.

Well, I suppose I ought to say
it's been nice.

Well, I suppose I ought to say
I hope we'll meet again someday.

We will, no doubt.
If you're needed, where will you be?

Right where I'm needed.

Our report, sir.

The best possible thing for her.

She has a lot to forget.
I told Illya to help her put it all behind her.

Well, that seems, sir,
to indicate a very sympathetic attitude.

I'd like you to know I appreciate it.

Well, it's all over for Miss Raven, isn't it?

But not for you, Mr. Solo.

Gervaise Ravel? Mr. Bufferton?

Precisely.

I was afraid you'd say that.

- Well, after this weekend--
- Night.

When you've decided
what to do about them...

...let me know.

Yes, sir.

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