All language subtitles for The Man From UNCLE s01e06 The Green Opal 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.

I've just been cleared.
George Tenley, Section Two.

I'll vouch for Mr. Tenley, Wanda.

Mr. Tenley,
you're due in Computer Process Data.

Miss McNabb, Room 9.

Mr. Waverly had to leave for Washington.

He left a reminder that you haven't
completed your report on the January affair.

It was due yesterday.

Come in, Mr. Tenley.

Don't mind McNabb's bite,
it's her bark you have to watch out for.

Whatever that thing is,
it seems to turn mostly when it's attacked.

Just open the door and let it go home.

Centuries ago samurai swordsmen
used to train with this block...

...to develop quickness of hand
and sharpness of eye.

As an exercise, it still has its points.

Well, since we don't get too many calls
to take on samurai warriors these days...

...I'll just let you specialize, all right?

[BEEPING]

Data Process.

ILLYA:
It's just chloroform.

They're a fascinating machine, I--
I thought I'd just--

Forced me to--

I--

I--

I just thought I'd see if it had a tilt light,
like a pinball machine, I--

Green Opal...

...Brach.

Green--

Stay back.

Please.

Green Opal...

...Brach.

Green--

Is he dead or...?

ILLYA:
No...

...but he's not alive, either.

Insulin shock, electric therapy,
Adrenalin, Pentothol.

No change in the ECG,
no metabolic increase or toxic reaction.

It seems to narrow down
to a complete repressive block...

...of the corteal nerve paths
to the medulla.

A total catatonic state.

Well, if there should be any change,
any response...

...alert Interrogation, Section Four.

We've run a checkout test
and resimulated the electronic tape pulses.

It was definitely just the one tape
he wanted to run an auto-destruct on.

All right, we know that Tenley
was trying to destroy...

...the one file tape with his name in it:
Missing Persons. Explained.

But why? It's just a technical listing...

...because his position light
didn't show up in a scan...

...when he was in Greenland last year.

- Mental crackup?
- Or blackmail. Or both.

Well, it's a cinch
that Tenley can't tell us why.

- Or has he already told us?
- Play the tape again.

Play his final words.

TENLEY [ON TAPE]:
I can't stop.

Kill me.

Green Opal--

[MOUTHS]
Green Opal.

TENLEY:
Brach--

Run a program code
on "Green Opal" right now, Heather.

HEATHER:
This is the Green Opal map reference...

...but without the code area key number.

How about Brach?

We don't have anything on it
as a code or a location...

...but we do have a cross reference
as a name: Walter G. Brach.

That's Walter G. Brach the financier.

He donated $5 million last year
for a study of the theory of reincarnation...

...but he hoards tinfoil and string.

Now, I'd say obviously we're dealing
with an eccentric.

What is the tie-in
between Green Opal and Brach, though?

Right here...

...just south of the Yucatan Peninsula
on the Gulf of Honduras.

Mr. Brach has sailed there every summer
for the past 31 years.

Every year?

And always on the 9th of September.

That gives us two days
before he leaves again. It's almost too tight.

Ninth day, ninth month.

Nine, nine, nine.

Does he by any chance
take a numerologist along with him?

As a matter of fact, yes.

Who else besides the crew?

A physician, a masseur,
private male secretary.

You like taking cruises on yachts?

But how do we get rid
of this secretary Brach has now?

Urgent family business. Three-day virus.

What about the routine
we used on the Oldbury affair?

Arrange for Brach's secretary
to be witness to a crime.

Then we'll hold him as a material witness
in protective custody.

It's an ancient but artful dodge.

Clear it with Mr. Waverly. If he okays it,
throw it at Security Operations Section.

And alert your Personality Induction crew
for an emergency run-through.

Well, the application should fool them.

So...

...you're the new secretary
the agency sent?

Yes, sir. My name is Applegate, Edward.

My references.

Five years with Selden and Company, eh?
Why did you quit?

SOLO:
I didn't agree with Mr. Selden's policies.

Come on, Chuke, harder, harder.

What makes you think
you'd agree with me?

I understood this was to be temporary,
until your permanent secretary returns.

Yes.

Well, since it is temporary,
I'm not going to pay this sort of wage.

I'll give you 300 a month...

...less expenses for wastage
and breakage.

And I expect a day's work...

...for a day's pay.

[BRACH LAUGHING]

Well, I am certain that you will find my
work entirely efficient and adaptable, sir.

Dated the 6th.

Ninth month, 6th day.
The root factor is three.

Dated the 5th.

No. Scorpio is unfavorable.

Are you a tippler?

- Of course not, sir.
- What about women? Are you a chaser?

Mr. Brach.

- What are you giving me?
- Cabbage juice and your pressed kelp, sir.

- All right, you'll do.
- Well, thank you.

We cast off at 1600, Applegate.

Alert the crew to make all preparations
for leaving.

Show him to his quarters, Chuke.

There are sharks in this inlet.

Of course, their components
have marvelous nutritional value.

The soldiers throw raw meat out daily.

The sharks have learned to come in close
during regular feeding hours.

Careful. They expect their meal
within the next half hour.

Ah.

Pay that one 100 and mark it down.

But I am now a colonel, Mr. Brach.

Oh, well, we'll raise your bribe
when they've made you a general.

Just see to it that your people
don't troop up here.

I don't want my shoes shined...

...I don't wanna buy
any hand-painted shawls...

...and I don't want to pass out
any hard currency to beggars.

Have that jetty washed down
thoroughly in disinfectant.

Chuke, cut open that shark.
I want the spleen pulverized.

And you can have the liver.

[BRACH CHUCKLING]

- Now, what's the matter with you?
- Oh, I'm getting a little sick here, I'm afraid.

Get back away from me,
you might have germs.

Cover up your mouth.

It is time for you to inspect
the harvest, sir.

Yes, all right. You go back aboard
that scow and wait till we return.

But I expect you to make up the time.

Oh, yes. Yes, of course, sir.

Do you think it would be possible
if one of the crewmen...

...could take me back
to the yacht anchorage?

No, it's an unnecessary trip.
We'll be back within two hours.

All right, Chuke, never mind that.
Come on, come on, let's go.

SOLO: Yes.
- Come on.

[BEEPING]

SOLO [OVER RADIO]: Open Channel D.
- Channel D open.

Enjoy your cruise, Mr. Applegate?

- I didn't catch a single fish yet.
- Maybe you're using the wrong bait.

Well, so far, Uncle Walter seems to be
just a kindly old maladjusted kook.

Be careful, Mr. Applegate, U.N.C.L.E.
thinks you're in very dangerous waters.

Oh?

Tenley's final words were
"Walter G. Brach."

Tenley's final words?

He's dead and Brach is very much alive.

Yes.

Don't touch me. If you try to drag me
back there, I'll use this. I will.

Allow me to introduce myself.
I'm Napoleon Solo.

Don't touch me. I will!

[ANIMAL ROARING]

[CHEETAHS GROWLING]

[CHRIS WHIMPERING]

[CHRIS GASPING]

Don't move and don't make a sound.

Do what I tell you or you'll take
your chances with the cheetahs.

All right?

Now, these are Sinisal leaves.

Rub them all over yourself, on your face,
on your hands, everywhere. Go ahead.

That's it. Here. It will kill the scent.

All right. This is fern mold.

The Baroness Kornfeldt
has it imported for her mud packs.

[SOLO CHUCKLES]

[CHEETAHS GROWLING]

All right, come on.

Come on.

[GROWLING]

They'll follow my trail back to the boat,
then they'll be back.

I'm not going to take another step
until you tell me where we're going.

To whoever or whatever or wherever
you just came from.

Back? I will not.

All right. You can stay right here
and wait for me.

I don't think that there are
too many poisonous snakes around...

...especially because of the alligators.

And there aren't any insects out
until nighttime.

- You're just going to have to trust me.
- Who are you?

I'm an agent for an organization
known as U.N.C.L.E.

That's all I can tell you right now.

Next question is, who are you?

I'm Chris Brinel. But I don't know
how I got here or why.

- They must have kidnapped me.
- They?

I don't know who they were.

Someone talking in a dream,
a nightmare.

They wanted you for something.

Blackmail? Ransom? What?

I don't know.
Until yesterday I was just a housewife.

Just an ordinary housewife...

...in a suburb full of housewives
in Bethesda, Maryland.

The last thing I remember was
I was shopping in a supermarket.

I was shopping--

David.

David?

My husband.

And then suddenly everything went black
and the next thing I knew I was here.

[SNARLING]

Come on.

All right, head out there. Hurry.

[ROARS]

And the two little kittens found their mittens
And soon ate up the pie.

[CHUKE GRUNTING]

Ooh. Come on.

[CHEETAHS ROARING]

Ah. I've been waiting impatiently
to see you.

[CHUCKLING]

Careful!

Especially since we provided
Mrs. Brinel as your guide.

Welcome, Napoleon Solo.

Well, I'm a bit surprised
that you know my name.

Oh, we picked it out of the yellow
pages of U.N.C.L.E.'s directory.

Steady, Chuke.
He tends to become agitated at times.

You see, you forced him to kill
two of my favorite cheetahs.

I'm sorry.

Those Indians are very accurate
with their blowguns.

The darts are tipped
with a synthetic curare...

...that would render you
intractable instantly.

See, I've no intention of killing you.
I could have done that any time.

So you mean if there is a choice,
it's yours.

Oh, yes, I always see to that.

Well, not this time.
You see, I can kill you first.

Mr. Solo, if you'll examine that gun...

...you'll find that the firing pin is canted
exactly one sixty-forth of an inch.

It won't fire.

[SOLO CLEARS THROAT]

Well, I did examine it
and I reset the firing pin...

...exactly one sixty-forth of an inch.

You're bluffing.

Try me.

I think...

...I'll call it.

[GUN CLICKS]

I'm bluffing.

Ah!

[GUN CLICKING]

Yeah.

I feel like I fell on a cactus.

One of those Indians
shot a dart at you.

How did I react?

Like a robot.

- Did he ask me any question?
- No.

That comes later, I guess.

What are we going to do?

Well, about the only thing
we can do, I guess.

Wait.

I keep telling myself
that this is all a terrible nightmare...

...and I'm gonna wake up in my own house
and everything will be just fine.

Chris, let's try and figure out
what happened to you.

I don't know.

Well, the last thing
that you said that you remembered...

...was shopping in the local supermarket
in Bethesda, Maryland. Right?

That's right. I was planning a trip
to New York to see--

To see my mother.

I wanted to make sure there was
enough food in the house for David.

Any particular reason
you were going to see your mother?

Yes.

I was leaving my husband.

Oh. Why?

I don't think that's any of your business.

If we spend any time arguing here...

...there's a good possibility they may take
away our heads and never give them back.

I'm sorry.

It was only a trial separation.

I wanted to go away
and think things over for a while.

You see, when David and I
were first married...

...about four years ago last March...

...he was in grad school at M.I.T.

Oh, he's an engineer?

Yes. He's a space engineer with AEB.

Oh, yeah. Amalgamated Electronics
Business in Washington.

- That's right.
- Well, was he in an important position?

David? No, I'm afraid not, Mr. Solo.

You see, David is a very sad case.

He's a borderline genius in science.

If he ever really tried...

...he could be one of the most
important men in Washington.

In the whole world for that matter.

Except in David's strange little world,
"ambition" is a dirty word.

I love him very much.

But I just can't--
I can't live with a man...

...and watch him slowly destroy himself
and a wonderful career.

Well, does he want to
get out of the profession?

Yes. I think he'd rather be
a Little League umpire than Albert Einstein.

SOLO:
Well, I see that the cruise social director...

...is announcing games on the main deck.

Tell me, Chuke. What's a nice ghoul
like you doing in a place like this?

Well, good afternoon, Mr. Solo.
I trust you enjoyed your rest.

Yes, as a matter of fact, I did, with
the help of your tranquilizer, thank you.

You're welcome.

Are we about to have a guided tour
of your chamber of horrors?

Yes. No doubt the questions in your mind
are what, why and how, eh?

Well, shall we clear away
the puzzlement?

Yes, as a matter of fact,
that would be very kind.

Come on, Chuke.

Now, then, this is where
our subjects are oriented...

...during the two days
that they are missing.

It's what I believe you people
call in U.N.C.L.E., "a cover."

Now, this man has passed through
all our standard procedures.

He's undergoing his final test.

He's not aware of us or anybody else.
He's obviously been conditioned.

BRACH:
This man behind the glass is Mr. Carver.

He's a technician
with Neutron Force Incorporated.

He'll be back at his job
in a couple of days.

His drive toward gambling
would've interfered with his rise...

...to the very highest position
in the company.

But now, you see, that compulsive urge
is being satisfied, being removed.

And now he'll achieve
rapid advancement.

To the point where he can be
of some use to us.

Operative, so to speak.

Well, how did you happen to slip up
with Tenley?

Oh, we didn't slip up with Tenley,
Mr. Solo.

Mr. Tenley was simply the bait.

You're the catch.

Tenley was conditioned to break down
at a prearranged moment...

...to provide U.N.C.L.E.
with provocative clues.

So that you, Mr. Solo,
would swallow that bait.

Now...

...over here we have Mr. Kanu.

Mr. Kanu is a Nigerian.

He's an outstanding humanitarian,
a graduate student at Oxford.

One day he'll be an important figure
in his government.

At the moment, he believes
he was beaten into unconsciousness...

...by a gang of Teddy boys in London.

So we're going to send Mr. Kanu
back to his native country...

...with a fine subconscious hatred
of beloved England.

Now...

...here we have Comrade Czykowzki.

He thinks he's being detained
by American intelligence officers...

...interrogated.

Oh, naturally he's told them nothing.

He'll be allowed to escape
through a very clever maneuver.

When he gets back to Warsaw,
he'll be promoted.

So you see, Mr. Solo...

...each one has been chosen
with an eye to intelligence, fitness...

...and above all, ambition.

When one of them reaches
a specified career level...

...he'll suddenly discover in himself
an unshakable loyalty...

...to a certain organization.

And would that be Thrush?

Thrush is an organization that believes
the world should have a two-party system:

The masters and the slaves.

Wouldn't you say
that was right, Mr. Brach?

Very nicely put, Mr. Solo.

And Dr. Shtallmacher here
is in charge of the brainwashing?

No. No!

Something more delicate, more precise.

Brain alteration.

It's my own method involving
an exact resectioning of nerve patterns.

- How's that for ambition, Chris?
- Horrible.

Neither horrible or painful, my dear.
I've undergone the operation myself.

Everyone in this house except me
has been operated upon.

SHTALLMACHER: There is absolutely
no pain, no scarring, no external bleeding.

- My technique has nothing--
- Oh, come, come, come, doctor.

After all, these people won't remember
either you or your operation.

Chuke, back, back, back.

Mrs. Karda!

Why did you choose me?

Please.

I'm just an ordinary housewife.

I can't even drive a car
without an automatic shift.

Well, what do you want me for?

Oh, give her something to calm her nerves,
will you, Mrs. Karda?

No. No.

No! No! No!

No!

[ELECTRICITY CRACKLING]

- Why can't he move?
- Oh, don't be alarmed, Mrs. Brinel.

The voltage was regulated
only to punish him a bit.

You know, Napoleon Solo was
an ingenious choice on the part of Thrush.

Someday, he'll become,
undoubtedly, top director...

...for all sections of U.N.C.L.E.
and Thrush.

But why me?

Please, why?

Well, I'll tell you, Mrs. Brinel,
Thrush is very anxious to penetrate AEB.

Particularly in regard to its space program,
which is your husband's field.

Yes, but my husband's not one
of the top men in the program.

No, unfortunately not.

But you could supply
the drive and the ambition...

...that could absolutely make him.

He's a very gifted scientist.

You will supply the ambition.

You'll give him the drive...

...and because he loves you,
he'll accede to your needs.

And then he'll become our animal.

Oh, yes, Mrs. Brinel.

It'll all seem perfectly natural and proper
after the operation.

Mrs. Karda, go get me my lunch.

You'll feel much better, Mr. Solo,
after a healthy lunch.

Give him something, Mrs. Karda.

A health cocktail of raw reptile juice.

Actually, I'm not hungry. Thank you.

Turn up the voltage in that lamp, Chuke.

Oh, and by the way, Mr. Solo,
I've had the voltage turned up in that fence.

So I wouldn't advise another attempt,
it might kill you this time.

I'll keep that in mind.

[LAUGHS]

You have a fine, cunning mind, Mr. Solo.

Thank you.
And I'd like to keep it that way.

Well, I'm afraid we're going to have to
tamper with it just a little bit, Mr. Solo.

After that you'll solve this case
for U.N.C.L.E...

...you will capture the person responsible
for killing Mr. Tenley...

...and a number of other crimes.

You'll take this person back and he'll confess
to everything, if you know what I mean.

And then you'll kill him
when he attempts to escape.

We wouldn't want U.N.C.L.E.
to keep him under observation too long.

And whom do I get
to take back with me?

Old Chuke?

No, no, no. Good boy, good boy.

You know, I'm really very fond
of Chuke...

...but, yes, I'm afraid you're right.
He is expendable.

SOLO:
And I wonder how pleased Chuke will be.

BRACH:
Oh, quite pleased.

His brain has been adjusted by operation
like everyone else's here.

He can't help doing exactly as I tell him.
Isn't that right, Dr. Shtallmacher?

Everyone here has had the operation,
and everyone obeys without question.

BRACH:
And so will you in due time, Mr. Solo.

Hm. And all the politicians...

...military officers
and scientists and diplomats...

...and all the human time capsules
you have set up all over the world.

Yes, that's very good.

Time capsules. Yes.

Waiting to explode
at the command of Thrush.

Oh, don't be afraid. Don't be afraid.

Simply a repressive to prepare you.

- The same stuff the Indian used on me?
- Exactly.

Mrs. Brinel, your arm.

[SCREAMS]

- Take care of Mrs. Karda.
- What?

SOLO:
All right, take me first, doctor.

[ELECTRICITY CRACKLING]

Guards.

Guards, help! Aah!

All right, order them to open up the gate
and let us go.

- No.
- Understand, tell them. Tell them.

Open the gate. Let them go.

SOLO:
Tell them not to follow us.

Don't follow them.

- Come on.
- Oh, please can we stop?

Just for a minute.
They'll be after us soon.

That drug has probably worn off Brach
by now.

What is it in this world
that makes a man like Brach?

I don't know.

Sometimes it starts with a very sincere
driving ambition.

Some people find other values.

My grandfather, for instance.

He was a brilliant lawyer
in a small country town.

He got many lucrative offers
from Wall Street...

...government agencies, big corporations.

But he had only one goal in life.

That was to go quail hunting
every September.

And I thought that he was
a very successful man.

- Because he went quail hunting?
- Yeah.

And because he used to stop
by the side of the road...

...and smell the flowers along the way.

Come on, we better get going.

SOLO:
Looks like our guests have arrived early.

CHRIS:
What do we do now?

Well, we better find another approach.

[SOLO CHUCKLES]

Good day, Mr. Solo.

Well, nice to see you again, colonel.
As a matter of fact, I was just saying--

Mr. Solo, move.
Mr. Brach is becoming impatient.

I'm sorry, Mr. Solo,
but you simply can't go.

You haven't seen Dr. Shtallmacher yet.

- Sorry, it slipped my mind.
- Get into the car, please.

I'm afraid we have
a new problem to resolve.

A new problem?

After my operation...

...who am I to take back with me
now that Chuke has been eliminated?

Oh. Well, I could say Dr. Shtallmacher
but he's still too valuable to us.

I'm afraid that leaves
only Mrs. Karda here.

Now, you wouldn't want me to capture
someone and just kill them, would you?

Yes, it will be Mrs. Karda.

Oh, I'm sorry, my dear, but you understand
I really don't have any choice.

After I've taken her prisoner
at what point do I kill her exactly?

Your newly adjusted brain
will dictate that, Mr. Solo.

Well, you don't have any
diabolical plan, do you?

Like a long, slow, painful death.

Come, you're trying my patience
so I might become irrational...

...and throw you
to those very hungry sharks out there.

You'll merely put a bullet in her brain.

Take me to my car, please.

To my car, please.

Take me to the car!

No, don't go this way. Stop it!

Stop it!

[SIGHS]

His charts were very bad today.
Pisces was in a terrible position.

I would say that that was rather disloyal
of you, Mrs. Karda.

Or perhaps the brain operation
didn't take on you.

Dr. Shtallmacher spared me
the operation.

I convinced him it was unnecessary.

- That must have taken some convincing.
- Not really.

All right, I'll accept that.

Would you care to join us
on a cruise back to U.N.C.L.E.?

- What cruise, Mr. Solo?
SOLO: Here we go again.

Colonel, I'm a little short of cash here,
would you take a check?

- Can't I just call David?
- It won't be much longer.

Is the debriefing of Brach's list
all finished?

Not by half,
it's an astonishing list of names.

Scientists, lawyers, writers,
even a congressman.

Oh. I think we're clear with you now,
Mrs. Brinel. You can go home.

Except for one proviso.

You can't reveal anything
of what's happened to you.

Not even to your husband.

Since he's received a note
explaining your absence...

...as going to think through your marriage,
it would be best if you stuck to that cover.

But that's exactly
what I have done...

...gone away for two days
to think through my marriage.

- And come to a decision?
- Yes.

I'm ready to go wherever he goes.

I'm even going to tell him
about your grandfather.

And if David wants to live
in a small college town, quail hunting...

...or even umpiring Little League games,
that's just fine by me too.

- Thank you, Napoleon.
- Thank you, Mrs. Brinel.

And don't forget to smell
the flowers along the way.

About that grandfather
of yours she mentioned.

According to your records,
one was an admiral...

...the other was an ambassador.

Hm. Strange.
Perhaps there was another grandfather.

Or uncle.

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