All language subtitles for 01. The Summit 5 Affair

No guards.

Electronic surveillance
to minimize the human factor.

Understand?

I think you'll find our security system here
to be absolutely airtight.

That's what I expected to find.

Ahh, if Mr. Newman would show you
through Communications....

And if you have any further questions,
I'll be in my office.

NEWMAN:
Heinz Newman, Beta Clearance 139.

This audio capacitor
transcribes my voiceprint.

That is the only way the door
can be opened from the outside.

[ALARM SOUNDING]

SOLO:
Newman, stop! Strothers, stop him!

- No other way up?
- The emergency stairs.

- Mr. Beldon, fast.
- Mr. Beldon is in Helsinki and no one--

- Ha!
- ...can go into his office.

[HELGA SCOFFS]

[BEEPING]

Priority Northeast. E-Red channel.
Repeat, E-Red channel.

[ALARM SOUNDING]

- Priority E-Red, sir.
- Open the channel, Miss Rogers.

Code 1, scramble.

Waverly.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Heinz Newman, Beta Clearance 139,
U.N.C.L.E.-Berlin.

Why are you using Priority Northeast
instead of your prescribed channels?

I couldn't use those, sir. Security breach.

Where is the security leak?

SOLO:
Newman, open up.

- Newman, it's Strothers.
- Newman.

There's no discontinuity, sir.
The channel's still open and operative.

Newman.

Newman, if you're receiving, answer me.

WAVERLY [OVER RADIO]:
Newman?

Newman, do you hear me?

Newman, are you receiving?

He can't answer.

He's dead.

[GARBLED SPEECH OVER RADIO]

All U.N.C.L.E.-Berlin transmission circuits
are now on shutdown, sir.

Are the arrangements
for Mr. Kuryakin's departure ready?

Yes, sir.

Then have him in my office
within 30 seconds.

Yes, sir.

Then Newman must have been killed
by a double agent...

...working inside U.N.C.L.E.-Berlin.

I assume you've initiated
the normal surveillance procedures?

There isn't time for normal procedures.

Summit 5, which, as you know,
is Mr. Waverly's meeting each year...

...with the four top regional chiefs
of U.N.C.L.E., has already been scheduled.

The final alert must go out
to these four men...

...no later than 48 hours from now.

Well, if there is a security leak
in U.N.C.L.E.-Berlin...

...Thrush will learn the exact time
and place of the meeting.

They could destroy our entire operation
in just one blow.

Postpone the meeting.

We can't.

The U.N.C.L.E. blue code
has been broken.

The key number for the new code
can only be revealed at Summit 5.

If the code change
isn't effected very soon...

...all our operations could be imperiled.

WAVERLY: Which is why, Mr. Kuryakin,
you will leave for Berlin immediately.

The leak must be stopped at any cost.

In the next 48 hours, the fate of U.N.C.L.E.
could rest entirely with you.

You'll arrive at Tempelhof at 1725 hours.

[HELICOPTER WHIRRING]

Strothers and Napoleon will meet you there.

Now, remember, all U.N.C.L.E.-Berlin
channels will still be on shutdown.

There will only be one signal
cleared through, yours.

During the mission, report only
to Harry Beldon, U.N.C.L.E.-Northeast.

He's already been signaled to return
to Berlin from his Helsinki office.

You'll have to expect him
to be somewhat, uh--

I've worked with Harry Beldon.
I know what to expect.

Oh?

Something you don't know?

Personal histories have never been
in my department.

But you didn't actually see
Newman killed?

We found him draped over here just before
we broke into the office of Mr. Beldon.

Unless....

You sound like you have a point to make,
Strothers.

No, not for the moment.

Could somebody else
have been in here with him?

Very impossible. We searched
every square inch of the office.

The window?

It's always kept barred.
It can be open like this.

There.

Oh, there is Mr. Beldon now.

[LAUGHING]

Isn't that a beautiful building? Ha, ha.

That's U.N.C.L.E.-Northeast?

Hmm, Harry Beldon.

To you, to you.

One, two....

Yeah, ha, ha!

[GLASSES SHATTER]

A bient�t, ma ch�rie.

Everything a cautious, unobtrusive,
successful secret agent shouldn't be...

...except he's successful.

Ah, contessa, arrivederci.

Mm.

Arrivederci. You will remember me
to your husband, ha, ha.

[LAUGHING]

STROTHERS:
Aleoretic embolism.

ILLYA: Only one device
could have cause that.

- And that's an U.N.C.L.E. Xeron Actuator.
STROTHERS: Exactly.

- You came to check security, Mr. Solo.
- I did check.

And you found absolutely no evidence
of infiltration?

None.

Then it could not have been done
by anybody from the outside?

- Exactly.
- You said that before.

Really, you must be careful
about repeating yourself...

...it could get to be a habit,
Mr. Strothers.

Ha, please.

Levantine brandy.
And it's really quite excellent.

I have it shipped to all my offices
from a small monastery in Damascus.

Will join me, gentlemen?

- Thank you.
- No.

No? Miss Deniken?

Oh, no. Thank you.

Ha. I forgot, you do not drink.

- You look different.
- What?

Oh, I'm wearing
a different pair of glasses.

You know, the regular ones broke when--

Ha, ha, ha, yes.

She has more pairs of eyeglasses
than U.N.C.L.E has agents.

And she needs them too.
Blind as a bat without them.

But she's a good secretary.

Oh, thank you.

BELDON
Let us review the picture.

Obviously,
with Summit 5 close at hand...

...Thrush will expect contact
from the spy within our midst.

The security breach
having been sealed off...

...the double agent
will have to make it a direct one.

Which means that he'd have to risk
giving away his cover.

Thrush wants one thing,
to stop or destroy Summit 5.

And to accomplish that purpose,
they will pay any price.

Will you turn on the steam for me?

The second button on the right.
It takes a few moments to build up.

I think we've settled all we need to know
for the moment.

We know how Newman was killed...

...we know why Newman was killed
and we almost know who killed him.

The man who killed Newman
had to be a member of U.N.C.L.E...

...using an U.N.C.L.E. device.

Someone in immediate proximity.

Which means that the double agent
who killed Newman...

...could be only one of three persons:

Miss Deniken...

...Mr. Strothers...

...or Mr. Solo.

And in a very short time,
we should know exactly which one.

[WOMAN SPEAKING IN GERMAN ON PA]

It's solid.

Well, that makes Beldon's theory
solid too.

Now, if there's no other way
through to Beldon's office...

...it has to have been one of the three of us
that killed Newman.

ILLYA:
Oh, that means either Helga or Strothers.

SOLO: Well, I appreciate your confidence.
- Or both. We better split forces.

I'll watch Strothers.
You keep an eye on Helga.

Hmm. It's an exciting prospect.

[RADIO BEEPING]

ILLYA [OVER RADIO]:
Any change?

Nothing. She's been looking out
the window, that's all.

What about Strothers?

ILLYA: He hasn't moved.
Still working in his office.

Well, unless one of them makes a move in
the next 10 minutes, Beldon's theory is....

Hold it.

Illya, you'd better get with Beldon
and with Strothers.

It looks like Helga's about to clear him.

You may start now, Hans.

We will drive north on Lindenstrasse.

MAN [OVER RADIO]: Stay on Lindenstrasse
until I tell you where to turn.

Here's Lindenstrasse.
They must be headed for Zone 2.

We know definitely that there's
a Thrush ring operating out of Zone 2.

That's where she'll try
to pass the information.

But she could cross here at Brandenburg
or here at Krommstadt or here or here...

...or anywhere along the Odra-Spree River.

Then we will leapfrog ahead of them
and be in position to cut them off.

Move it.

Illya?

I can hear you.

We're on the Marienstrasse.

We just passed the Eigen-Platz.

We have your position.
We've already moved ahead of you.

We're on the Frederick Wilhelm Bridge.

We have road blocks
at Brandenburg and Krommstadt.

Confirmed.

Turn right at the next corner...

...then keep straight until you come
to a ferry dock at the river.

Illya?

I heard.

They're probably planning to use
an abandoned ferry to cross the Odra-Spree.

We'll get there first.

Hans, flick your headlights
on and off twice.

Good.

Everything is exactly on schedule.

May I please have a light, please, Hans?

Your lighter, please, Mr. Solo.

Oh, yes, we're quite aware
of who you are.

We've used you as, um--
How do you say...?

A Judas goat to lure your three friends
into this ambush.

You may find that you're the ones
that are in the ambush.

In a situation like this, I'm expendable.

If they have to kill me
to stop you and Helga, they will.

They won't have the opportunity,
Mr. Solo.

If you'll look straight ahead, uh,
very carefully...

...you'll see that we've arranged
a reception for them.

[MOTOR PUTTERING]

Everything has been neatly
and, uh, completely arranged.

Your death,
the destruction of U.N.C.L.E...

...the Northeast apparatus
and then the Summit 5.

All exactly on schedule, uh, as you see.

Be ready to open fire
when you hear my shot, gentlemen.

You have five seconds to live, Mr. Solo.

Four, three, two, one--

[GUNSHOT]

[SCREAMS]

Charred beyond identification.

Helga didn't use a name of anyone
when she spoke to him?

Not that I heard.

He made it very clear and definite
that he was working for a company.

Thrush.

Not any longer,
nor is Miss Deniken, either.

Apparently, you are to be congratulated,
Mr. Solo.

Apparently?

He spotted Helga as the double agent.
Saved Summit 5.

I'm not so sure about that, Illya.

There's something wrong
with this whole setup.

And that's just what it was, a setup.

They had the ambush ready
and they knew you were heading into it.

How? Not from Helga.

Are you suggesting there may still be
a Thrush agent inside U.N.C.L.E.-Berlin?

Unless someone comes up
with another explanation.

I think there's a piece of puzzle missing.

A missing key.

Poor Helga.

Not that she was ever beautiful.

[SIGHS]

Just a minute.

Maybe this is the missing key
you're looking for.

Here it is.

1370.

Birth certificate, Helga Deniken.

Passport, Helga Deniken.

Certified trust draft, Bank of England,
50,000 pounds.

Hmm. Bracelets.

A platinum setting, diamonds.

Photocopy of U.N.C.L.E. code...

...file number....

Code, security, time,
date for Summit 5...

...all in the photocopy of your file,
Mr. Solo.

Well, that's impossible.

Well, either Helga stole it
or someone else did and planted it here.

It's ridiculous.

Of course it's a plant. If he was working
with Thrush, do you think he'd warn us?

That's exactly what I think.
It's all part of his plan.

He tried to cover his tracks
before killing the three of us.

That's still an assumption, Mr. Strothers.

An assumption based
on evidence and logic.

Huh, what more would Mr. Waverly need...

...except a full confession?

But he has not made a confession yet,
Mr. Strothers.

He will. After questioning.

Interrogation? I will not permit it.

You won't even know about it officially.

Exactly what sort of interrogation
do you have in mind, Strothers?

Torture?

Oh, nothing so crude
and inefficient as torture.

It's been proven that psychological methods
are far more certain and faster.

Psychological methods
are not usual with U.N.C.L.E.

This is not a usual case.

We've less than 30 hours
before the deadline on Summit 5.

The double agent must be exposed.
The entire future of U.N.C.L.E. is at stake.

As chief of Station Berlin,
I insist on the right...

...to use special methods
to interrogate Mr. Solo.

- I insist.
- So do I.

Why? You don't have to submit
to an interrogation.

I'm rather certain I can come clear and clean
from any interrogation...

...and when that interrogation is over,
there will only be one suspect.

One who could be a double agent.

You.

[SCREAMS]

[SNIFFS]

STROTHERS:
All right, Mr. Solo. We'll begin again.

There was no security leak
before your arrival at U.N.C.L.E.-Berlin.

Do you admit that?

No.

It's an established fact.
You can't deny it.

That isn't a fact.

Only fact is that there was no security leak,
ahem, discovered...

...before I came here.

Coincidence? And that fact
that you were with Newman...

...when the security leak was discovered,
is that coincidence too?

No.

STROTHERS: And the fact that he tried
to lock you in CQ communications room?

No. Standard security procedure.

[COUGHS]

STROTHERS:
Was it? Or was it panic, Mr. Solo?

That was the word you used before,
Mr. Solo, "panic."

Panic. Yes, Mr. Solo, panic.

Why did you use the word "panic,"
Mr. Solo?

Wasn't it because he realized
you were sending a signal?

- He realized you were the double agent?
- No.

- He was afraid you were going to kill him?
- No.

Yes, Mr. Solo. Yes, yes.

- Yes.
- No.

- Yes!
- No!

[SIGHS]

You tired, Mr. Solo?

Are you tired, Mr. Solo?

Would you like some nice water?

- Would you like that?
- Yes.

- Something to eat?
- Yes.

A nice, quiet place
where you could rest, sleep?

Yes.

You can have all those things, Mr. Solo.

All you have to do is confess.

No.

- Name the Thrush agents or your contacts.
- No.

[SOLO COUGHS]

- Confess!
- No.

Confess. Confess!

- Confess!
- No.

- Name them! Name them.
- No!

- Name them.
- No.

[SOLO COUGHS]

STROTHERS:
We've less than 10 hours left, Mr. Solo.

Before those 10 hours is up,
I'm going to break you.

[SPEAKER CLICKS OFF]

I'm gonna get him out of there.
This is a complete, stupid waste of time.

No, Illya.

Summit 5 is more important.

After years of dedicated service...

...you're telling me
that Napoleon Solo has defected?

Quite the contrary, Strothers is our man.
Has to be.

Call it a hunch, instinct
or something just clicking up here.

It has to be Strothers.
But proving it is something else again.

We've got to give him enough rope
and wait for him to hang himself.

And for the moment,
Mr. Solo is that piece of rope.

These are your security file reports
on Summit 5, aren't they?

- Aren't they?
- Yes.

Yes. And this purse contains all of the items
found on Miss Deniken's body, doesn't it?

- Doesn't it?
- Yes.

- And you are the double agent, aren't you?
- No.

- Yes.
- No.

- Yes!
- No!

Confess.

[CHAIR BREAKS]

[BARRIER HUMMING]

It's an electronic barrier.
I'm sure he's not hurt.

There's a limit to what he can stand.

Perhaps you don't have the same faith
in Mr. Solo that I do, Illya.

[BARRIER CLICKS OFF]

Now that you understand the nature
of your situation, Mr. Solo...

...you pick up all these things
you have spilled on the floor...

...and we'll start again
from the beginning.

No more, Strothers.

[PANTS]

Let me rest. Please.

After you confess.

If I confess, please,
please let me go back to my cell.

SOLO [SOBBING]:
Will you let me see Illya?

Will you stop, please?

You have my word.

I confess.

SOLO:
I'm a Thrush agent.

I'm sorry you had to find out
about it, Illya.

I don't know why you lied to Strothers,
but you can tell me the truth.

I told Strothers the truth.
I'm a double agent.

- I've been working for years for Thrush.
- I don't believe it.

You better believe it.

You've got to help me out of here, Illya.

No.

Now, I've helped you a number of times.
Remember that, I've saved your life.

I don't owe you anything.

I think you do.

- How about it?
- No.

Definitely not. Now, listen, Napoleon.

- Napoleon, keep back. Keep back. Napo--
- Give me the gun.

Sorry. Get away from me.
Get away from me.

Illya, I'll kill you if I have to.

No, no.

[WHISPERING]
Hit me.

SOLO [MOUTHS]: No.
ILLYA: No!

[WHISPERING]
Hit me, will you--?

[ILLYA GRUNTS]

He got out! Sound the alarm.

You all right--? Unh!

[ALARM SOUNDING]

- Come. Shh. Come, come.
- What?

- Come on.
- Where to?

- Helga's apartment.
- Where?

Strothers made one mistake. Wake up.
He made one mistake.

Any girl as nearsighted as Helga wouldn't
go anywhere without extra glasses.

Now, there were no glasses in her purse.
She was kidnapped.

There may be a clue
in the apartment somewhere.

It's the only way we can nail Strothers
before the Summit 5 deadline. Let's go.

Come in, gentlemen.

You must not concern yourselves
overly with them.

They were not U.N.C.L.E. agents
but Thrush infiltrators.

Friends of Helga.

Fortunately for you...

...the transmitter from your cell
was also wired to my office.

I came here a few minutes ago
and made a most interesting discovery...

...which I am sure you wish me
to share with you.

- Come out here, please.
- No.

Come out here, I tell you!

It appears that Helga
had a very good double...

...wouldn't you agree?

Better get your coat and come with us.

You'll have to drag me first.

If necessary.

Gentlemen, help her on with her coat.

Get away from me!

[GASPING]

It's a lie, all of it! An absolute fabrication.

Sit down.

You're one for confessions, Strothers.

- Well, we have one for you.
- Go on, Helga.

Oh, no, not so fast. Just a moment.
What do I get in return?

My dear, we have exactly five minutes
before the deadline...

...for Illya to get in touch
with Mr. Waverly.

I simply do not have time
to bargain with you now.

Perhaps later. I promise you.

I promise you.

I didn't want to work for Thrush,
but I couldn't help myself.

I was in love with him, with Gerald,
and he made me do it.

She's lying!

- You knew Strothers was a double agent?
HELGA: Yes.

ILLYA: You helped him pass information?
- Yes.

You set up that ambush at the river, right?

Yes, but I wasn't the one
who killed Newman, it was him.

Why are you saying this?
Why are you telling these lies?

- They're lies.
- No, they are not. I love you, Gerald.

- I love you.
- Don't call me, Gerald.

- Stop it!
HELGA: Ow!

Guards, take them both.

Lock them up in the cells
with maximum security.

ILLYA:
No, take him.

[STROTHERS YELLING INDISTINCTLY]

- Take him out of here.
- She lied!

- She lied to protect Solo.
- Take him out of here.

He's the double agent.

Well, Illya, it is entirely up to you.

You are the only one who knows
the all-clear signal for Summit 5.

You're the only one
who knows how to send the signal.

So you have exactly four minutes,
if you need that much time...

...to choose between
Mr. Strothers and Mr. Solo.

Don't be ridiculous.

[BEEPING]

You'd better prepare
to initiate the cancellation.

He's coming through now, sir.

Green.

- Confirm and repeat.
ILLYA [OVER RADIO]: Green.

Very good, Mr. Kuryakin.

We're now removing scramble overlay.

Now you can report in clear.

WAVERLY [OVER RADIO]:
Has the security leak been sealed off?

Completely, sir.
Strothers was the Thrush agent.

He's been locked in maximum security
on the orders of U.N.C.L.E.-Northeast.

Strothers, Mr. Kuryakin.
Are you quite sure? Strothers?

Yes, sir.
His accomplice was Miss Deniken.

She's here and can repeat her confession
if you wish.

Oh, that won't be necessary.
And there isn't time for it.

Summit 5 instructions
for U.N.C.L.E.-Northeast now follow.

Departure: Grid Point 4. Time: 0900.

LISA [OVER RADIO]: Confirm.
- Confirmed.

Vector: Yellow by orange.

Vector: Yellow by orange. Confirmed.

You will set down at Grid Point Q-7.
STP: 1125 hours.

Summit 5 set for 1140 hours.

LISA: You will be met at Q-7
and escorted to Summit 5.

Standard code and clearance.

- Confirm.
- Confirmed.

Mr. Solo, Mr. Kuryakin.

My congratulations to you both.
Your mission is now completed.

WAVERLY [OVER RADIO]:
You will board Courier Flight 3...

...and fly back immediately
to U.N.C.L.E.-New York.

Yes, sir.

LISA: All communication lines with
U.N.C.L.E.-New York are being shut down.

Blackout to continue
for duration of Summit 5.

Now closing channel.

Well....

Summit 5 is clear, Miss Rogers...

...and with all of 40 seconds to spare.

I ordered a stand-by on your flight, sir.
It's ready to leave immediately.

Thank you, Miss Rogers.

Well, everything is settled.

Not quite. There's still the question
of what to do with Miss Deniken.

She is to be transferred
to U.N.C.L.E.-New York immediately.

- No.
- I would rather have her stay here.

I wish to question her further
after the Summit 5 meeting.

I'm sorry, Mr. Beldon.

Gentlemen, you seem to forget
that I am U.N.C.L.E.-Northeast.

What difference does it make
where she's questioned?

It doesn't make any difference, really.
Just the same.

Get Mr. Strothers ready.

We're taking him and Miss Deniken
to New York immediately.

Don't let that U.N.C.L.E. badge fool you.

He is really Thrush.

One of my most trusted men.

Give me that gun, please.

Now search them.

See you later.

I'll be waiting, Harry.

BELDON:
That will be all.

And I don't wish to be disturbed
for the next few moments.

Waverly should be taking off
at this very minute.

Gentlemen, this is a moment
that I have planned, worked for...

...yes, dreamed about,
for seven long years.

As Strothers predicted,
there will be an ambush...

...and I will walk right into it
along with Waverly...

...and the other three U.N.C.L.E. chiefs.

The only difference will be that Waverly...

...and the other three U.N.C.L.E. chiefs
will be killed...

...and I will merely be wounded.

Afterwards, of course, as the only
top-level surviving U.N.C.L.E. chief...

...I will naturally become
the head of the entire apparatus.

And so, in a matter of speaking...

...U.N.C.L.E. will become, as you might say,
a useful subdivision of Thrush.

You forget one thing.

The communicator record will show...

...that Napoleon and I
were ordered to New York.

When we don't show up there,
there will be an investigation.

And you forget that the investigation
will also show...

...that your plane came down
in the mid-Atlantic.

You, of course,
will be dead well before that.

Now get in that room.

And how far down do we go?

SOLO: Ahh, I don't know.
This is one of the new models.

[SOLO COUGHING]

ILLYA: Look.
- Ah.

- Still got it?
- Uh-huh.

ILLYA:
Ow.

Here.

I dropped it.

[GASPS]

Is that it?

- Where?
- There.

ILLYA:
I have it.

[SOLO COUGHS]

ILLYA:
It doesn't work.

SOLO:
Make it work. Try forcing it.

ILLYA: Wait a minute.
- Hurry up.

[SOLO COUGHS]

ILLYA:
I think I've got it. It's open.

[ILLYA COUGHS]

- All clear?
- All clear.

Everyone except
for U.N.C.L.E.-Northeast is present.

Mr. Beldon is not due for two minutes.

Summit 5 will commence precisely 11:40
and conclude at 12:35.

- Maximum security.
- Yes, sir.

Be seated, gentlemen.

U.N.C.L.E.-Northeast reporting, sir.

Glad to see you, Mr. Beldon. Do sit down.

Thank you.

Gentlemen...

...Summit 5 is ready to begin.

[GROANS]

As I can now reveal, a security leak
imperiled the existence of this very meeting.

Fortunately, owing
to the extremely efficient work...

...on the part of two of our operatives,
that threat no longer exists.

[GRUNTS]

Now, our Cryptography Section
has reevaluated the entire picture.

Eighteen different codes
are being fed into our computers...

...in an effort to find one least susceptible
to deciphering.

- The code we have finally selected is--
- I rise to a point of order.

Hey, that must be it.

I'll put it down behind the hill.

Can you put it down quietly?

BELDON:
Ready?

Aim.

[GUN CLICKS]

[GUNFIRE]

[SCREAMS]

[BOTH GRUNTING]

[GRENADE EXPLODES]

All right, gentlemen, let's go inside.

Summit 4 is ready to begin.

The new code is fully operative. Fine.

- I think then that closes out the affair.
ILLYA: Not quite, sir.

There's still the question of a replacement
for U.N.C.L.E.-Northeast.

Normally, the post
would have gone to Strothers.

SOLO:
Naturally, that's impossible now.

I assume Strothers has been dismissed
from U.N.C.L.E.

Of course.

He did have one indispensable value,
though.

Yeah, quite unlike Beldon,
he was reassuringly unlikable.

Very well put, Mr. Kuryakin.
Very well put.

Meeting is adjourned, gentlemen.

[ENGLISH SDH]