All language subtitles for The Man from U.N.C.L.E. - S03E11 - The Concrete Overcoat Affair - Part 1.en

Dr. Von Kronen?

You're Herr Luger? From Thrush?

Yes, sir.

That must be the contact.

Transportation is at
the bottom of the stairs.

If you'll follow me, please.

Oh...

Oh, come in, come in,
gentlemen. Come in, come in.

Sit down, sit down.

Sit down, Mr. Solo,
if you're able.

I'm sorry we failed, sir.

Oh, but that's
not true, Mr. Solo.

You've made a most
notable contribution.

- We have?
- Oh, yes, indeed.

You weren't able to bring in
Herr Professor Dr. Von Kronen...

but you did establish a very
definite link between him and Thrush.

The world's most wanted
Nazi scientist and Thrush?

And you, gentlemen, will endeavor to
find out what tune they're going to play.

Face look familiar?

Louis Strago, wines
and spirits tycoon.

Slogan, "Everything from
champagne to whiskey."

Has branches
throughout the world.

Was it, uh, Strago's men
that beat us to Von Kronen?

Yes. Mr. Strago is in Sicily
now, visiting one of his wineries.

We have reason to believe that
Dr. Von Kronen is on his way there.

And you, Mr. Solo, and you,
Mr. Kuryakin, will join him there.

Well, in a word, we're lost.

Oh, Napoleon,
you've done it again.

Well, we can't be too far from
Strago's domain one way or another.

I think if we...

Ah, hey.

Ha, traveler's aid.

Uh, I'm looking for
Signor Strago's estate.

- Ah, uh-huh.
- Ah?

He makes Marsala?

Ah, Signor Strago.

Miss Diketon, must
you breathe so heavily?

You are massaging my
back, not making love to me.

Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Strago, I...

This is not the first time. And
I find it decidedly nauseating.

The Uniform Code of Thrush
Procedure states clearly...

that the relationship between a
Thrush official and an employee...

- must be kept on the highest level.
- Excuse me.

- Excuse me, sir?
- Yes, what is it?

You did ask me to report
as soon as we arrived, sir.

Oh, yes.

I trust you and Dr. Von
Kronen had a good trip.

Get something to eat, Luger.

And ask the good doctor
to come here into my office.

Oh, I won't need you.

I suggest that you transcribe
some of the dictation.

Yes, sir.

- And Miss Diketon?
- Uh, sir?

The, uh, skirt is too tight,
the length is too short...

the, uh, neckline is too low.

You're working in a place of business
now. Try to conduct yourself accordingly.

I'm sorry, sir.

A straight line, 30
kilometers, turn left.

Here, see?

Then we go through "Taforna"?

Taforna, si, yes.

Okay, grazie.

Code 3, this is 29, come in.

- You're Herr Strago, I suppose.
- "Strago."

- Strago.
- Correct.

And I cannot tell you, doctor,
how eagerly we have, uh...

been looking
forward to your arrival.

Yeah.

They have been looking forward
to my arrival in Nuremberg too.

They're still looking.

This is as lucky for Thrush
as it is for you, doctor.

I trust, Herr Strago, that you
are about to reveal precisely...

why you called me
halfway around the world...

to this dirty, hot and
altogether miserable country.

- Mr. Luger told you nothing of our plan?
- No, he did not.

- Good.
- What?

Uh...

Because if he had, he
would no longer be with us.

Oh.

The map, doctor.

You, uh, appear to
find it quite interesting.

Does it bring back
any old memories?

Oh, I have studied many
maps very much like this one.

I know about your dream,
doctor. A truly remarkable one.

Divert the Gulf Stream,
turn the island of Greenland...

a barren icy waste, into a
lush semitropical paradise.

That could have been
the seat of a new empire.

The home of the master race.

And from it, and through the range
of missiles that were later developed...

you could have
controlled the world.

But Mr. Hitler
didn't listen to you.

Thrush is prepared to
listen, Dr. Von Kronen.

Indeed, we have been listening
for quite some time. And now...

we are prepared to act.

What is it, Luger? I had
hoped not to be disturbed.

I'm terribly sorry, sir, but
this is rather important.

Communications has just
heard from one of our sentries.

A couple of strangers, they
could be U.N.C.L.E. men.

Are they coming here?

Yes, sir. They're
coming through Taforna.

They should be there
in, oh, 10 minutes.

Huh.

Well, then, Luger, you and
your men should be there in five.

Yes, sir.

You came to join us
in the procession, huh?

- Uh, no, Padre, no.
- No?

But today, our pizzeria's open.

- Oh.
- I want you to cut the ribbon for me.

Padre, it will be just like
they do things in America.

Grande, big.

Very impressive.

Yes, it is.

Uh, big, big.

Signor Strago, he was supposed
to cut the ribbon himself, huh?

Of course, he's a big
man now. He's a padrone.

Si, ma Padre, Signor Strago
is a very important man.

He cannot come, but he
promise he'd send, um, eh...

Uh, representative.

- Uh-huh.
- But so far, no one has come.

Oh, uh, who is
this representative?

Uh-oh.

And much of the money I
make, I give it to your church.

Oh, what a
wonderful girl you are.

It is my hope that, uh, all your
dreams will be good dreams.

And, uh, this beautiful
wonderful pizzeria...

Diverting the Gulf Stream, of
course, will mean much more...

than merely turning Greenland
into a tropical paradise.

It will also mean turning most
of the Northern Hemisphere...

into an icebox.

Indeed it will, doctor.

Can't you see it?

Blizzards in New York, in Paris,
in London, in the middle of July.

I can assure you that Thrushland
will take full advantage...

of the chaos that would follow.

Forgive me, doctor, we're
forever being interrupted.

Herr Luger, uh,
what have you found?

Well, uh, they were
U.N.C.L.E. agents.

The, uh, same ones who almost,
uh, captured Dr. Von Kronen.

Oh.

You've disposed
of them, of course?

Well, uh, we got one of them.

You got one of them?

Yes, sir.

- And the other?
- We, uh...

We searched all over, sir.

All over and...

And he got away?

Yes, sir.

Miss Diketon.

Sir?

Not dictation this
time, Miss Diketon.

A task at which you're
considerably more adept.

Oh, yes, sir.

Oh, Mr. Strago,
please, please...

You've jeopardized
our entire organization.

That other agent is
probably on his way here now.

But I...

Miss Diketon, no.

Miss Diketon, no.

Run.

Run!

Run.

- Have someone clean up that mess, please.
- Right away.

Captain, there may be an
U.N.C.L.E. man in the area.

I want a thorough search made.

And report back to me every
half-hour on your progress.

As an expert in such matters...

may I say that your
Miss Diketon is an artist...

of whom we would have
been proud in the old days.

I think we'll get
along fine, you and I.

Will you hurry
that relay, please?

This is an emergency.
Repeat, emergency situation.

Yes, Mr. Kuryakin?

I'm looking into Strago's winery.
Except it's not just a winery.

There's some sort of laboratory on
the grounds. And it's very well-guarded.

I see. Uh, where's Mr. Solo?

I don't know and
I'm a bit worried.

We had to separate
when things got a bit rough.

I haven't been
able to contact him.

Well, uh, Mr. Solo has proven quite adept
at taking care of himself in the past.

You better try to get into that
winery. Do you think you can?

Probably not until nightfall
unless the situation changes.

Very well. Carry
on, Mr. Kuryakin.

That's for the pizzeria. He
breaks it apart, he pays for it.

How rich is this one. Oh.

I am a poor girl. A simple
girl, but I am an honest girl.

Well, this is for the interest.

Eh, the Padre says
he's from America.

Ha, with this money, he must be.

Hmm.

How much of this did I miss?

The roof? It fell on
your head, remember?

Oh.

Where am I, a
local police station?

Oh, no.

You are in the house of Pia
Monteri and her grandmamma.

- Eh...
- How do you feel?

Oh.

You know, you break my pizzeria.

Yeah, I remember now.

I'm sorry, though.

- Can you help me up? I've got...
- Oh, no, no, no.

- You are weak, you cannot.
- Ow.

You lie down. I put a new towel.

You stay.

Hmm.

I remember. I saw
you in the procession.

Do you, uh, collect pop art?

Pop? No. SOLO: Mm.

They're my uncles.

Oh.

Well, you must be
very proud of them.

Oh, si, they go to America many
years ago, the city of Chicago.

They do big important
business. Prohibition business.

They do other things now.

Mm, yeah, that
was very big, uh...

Pia? Is it Pia?

- Pia.
- Yeah, I'm Napoleon Solo.

- Napoleon?
- Yeah, Napoleon.

I've got to make a phone call.

No, no, you can't go
out, you're very sick.

No.

- No, no.
- I'll just make a phone call.

A telephone?

Yes, this is a trick phone.

Kuryakin here.

Illya? Napoleon.

Oh, Napoleon, where are you?

Well, right now, I'm
being administered on to...

by a very beautiful young lady.

Forgive me, I should have known.

Ah, you should've, huh?

I'm gonna be under the
weather for a little while here.

What...? Uh, what are you doing?

Trying to figure a way
into Strago's winery.

I'm not as fortunate as you.

No, you're not, that's true.

Keep in touch.

Oh, hello, there.

How do you do?

You're a new one. I
haven't seen you before.

I just came in as a
replacement, Miss...?

Oh, Miss Diketon.
You're really very cute.

Thank you.

Excuse me, Miss, uh, Diketon.

You there.

What's your unit?

Is there something wrong, sir?

Have you forgotten
how to stand at attention?

Let's have a look
at your papers.

You bumbling fools!

Have you any idea what one bottle
of that heavy heavy water's worth?

Get up to my
quarters, both of you!

Now you.

We'll have a look at your
identification papers...

if you don't mind.

After him. He's the one
we've been looking for.

Signor Solo, I hope you like the
sewing I did on your jacket, huh?

Oh, good, thank you.

Your car, you know.

- Uh-huh?
- It's in front of the school.

You go straight to the
piazza then you turn right.

Right. Okay, thank you, Pia.

- Signor Solo?
- Mm-hm?

You really have to go?

I'm afraid so.

Listen, I wanna pay you for
what happened to the pizzeria.

In a way, I think
I'm responsible.

No, no, we... We
have... We have, um...

We have insurance.

What happened to the
pizzeria is as good as paid for.

Well, let me pay you for the
kindness and the sewing, then.

- There is no price for kindness.
- No, I insist.

There is no insurance.

But you're so rich, huh?

I was.

All right, arrivederci, and
thank you for everything.

I, uh... We meet again, huh?

I hope so.

I really do. Signora Monteri.

He's not for you, Pia.

Search thoroughly. If he's not
in there, move to the next one.

We'll get him even
if it takes all night.

Uh, I, uh...

Uh, Pia, don't be alarmed.

Signor Solo.

Excuse the, uh...

Santa Rosa, Signor Solo,
what are you doing here?

Those men are looking
for me. They want to kill me.

Now I need a place to hide.

You want to stay here?

Well, I have nowhere else to go.

Hey, what are you do...?

What do you want? You
can't come in here like this.

What do you want?

Will you tell me, please,
what are you do...?

Quiet.

- What do you mean qui...?
- Upstairs.

No, my granddaughter
is up there.

She is a child.

Grandma, what do they want?

Only to apologize, signorina.

Perhaps I was a bit too hasty.

You there, under the bed.

Out.

Out, out, out.

My apologies once
more, signorina.

This is not the man
we're looking for.

They must be after Illya.

Huh?

Oh, nothing.

The shame.

In my closet is my
old wedding dress, Pia.

Put it on, put it on.

And then send someone
for Padre Francisco.

- Then...
- Quiet and don't move.

In a little while, you are going
to be my grandson-in-law.

Tell me, you can
support my Pia, huh?

- Uh...
- You don't look very strong.

Well, I don't think that's
really an issue right now, is it?

I mean, you see...

No, I don't think you do see.

I don't suppose I would
either if I were in your position.

- Illya, come in, little friend.
- Huh? What did you say?

Hmm?

Well, sometimes when I'm nervous,
I, uh, talk a little bit to myself.

Illya, come in, will you?

Yes, Napoleon, how is
your burgeoning romance?

Ah, it threatens to burgeon too far. Do
you know where the car is, hmm, hmm?

Yes. What do you have in mind?

Car? What car? What
are you talking about?

Ah, I'll be with you in a moment,
Signora Monteri of 9 Valachi Street.

Then make it fast, make it fast.

- And honk. Honk when you get here.
- Honk?

- Oh, a man who talks to himself?
- Excuse me. Excuse me?

Such a one I should
have in my family.

But it cannot be done this way.

The banns, the banns
have not been published.

And then you hardly
know each other...

No, no, Padre, they
know each other too well.

Father, excuse me, I think
an explanation is in order.

In Sicily, when a man
stays overnight with a girl...

and the girl, she's
not married, heh, heh...

there is no explaining.

There is only the
wedding or the bullet.

I see, I see it is an emergency.

Excuse me.

Well, you can relax now, Napoleon.
We'll be in Palermo in a few minutes.

They can't get you there.

That's not what's
bothering me. It's the girl.

She's marked for life just because
she tried to help me out of a jam.

We ought to go back. I'll
make another stab at explaining.

I'm sorry, Napoleon, but
we've a plane waiting for us.

With what we've learned
and what we suspect...

Anyway, Mr. Waverly wants
us in New York right away.

You want to leave here?

We leave Sicily.

We go to America. We will
look for your Signor Solo.

And you will become the
married woman, legitimate.

A fine chance
even if we find him.

No, no, you don't worry
about that, my grandchild.

We will go to your uncles.

Signor Solo will not make any
trouble for the Stilletto Brothers.

They are of your blood, my child,
and this is an affair of the blood.

And what if Signor Solo refuses?

No, no, no. Your uncles
are honorable men.

If Signor Solo refuses,
they will blow his head off.

Oh, for crying out loud.

Huh?

Fingers, you ain't even dressed yet.
Why don't you give them pictures a rest?

- I mean, every single night.
- Put them lights out and answer the phone.

- Yeah?
- Put them out!

Who?

- Sicily?
- Sicily? Hey.

Give me that.

Hello?

This is Signor Stilletto.

It is...

Ah, uh-huh.

Miami Beach is
just great, just great.

And how is it with you?
How is Taforna, eh?

- Oh, for crying out loud.
- Shut up.

No, no, not you,
signora, just my wife.

Uh-huh.

Ah, yeah, yeah, my little niece.

Not so little I bet, huh?

Eh? To Pia?

To my niece?

- What? What?
- Shut up. Shut up.

It was right that
you should call me.

You bet your sweet
life I'll be there.

For this thing, for the
honor of the family...

all the Stilletto Brothers
will meet you in Chicago.

Yeah, like the good old days.
Goodbye, signora, goodbye.

Pack me a bag and make it fast.

- You're going to Chicago tonight?
- Shut up and pack.

Hello? I wanna send a
telegram to my brother.

My brother, Federico Stilletto.

Sunset Valley Retirement
Village, Santa Robles, California.

Fine, fine, Mrs. Feinberg.

Oh, thank you, Mr. Stilletto.

But you know, when I
told her that 30 years ago...

you were number four on the
most wanted list, ha, ha, oh, boy...

now she wants to
take dancing lessons.

But you know, I think my
son-in-law would get jealous.

- You Federico Stilletto?
- Who wants to know?

You're Federico
Stilletto. Telegram.

- Smart punk.
- Thanks.

- Excuse me.
- Certainly.

Anyway, maybe my daughter
might come in tomorrow...

and start her lessons.

You'd love her, Mr. Stilletto.

And she'd be just so thrilled
to be studying with you.

And you don't have
to worry about my...

What an automobile.
Elegant, huh?

Yeah, this here old baby has
been sitting in the garage...

since before you
were born, honey.

Right, signora?

I remember. You used to write about
all your friends you would take for a ride.

- Them were the golden days.
- Oh, that's funny.

I don't understand.

Can Uncle Enzo get out of
this jail whenever he wants?

Pia, honey, when it's a
matter of honor, family honor...

things can be arranged.

Pia, hey!

Well, welcome back
from Sicily, gentlemen.

I understand you had a
particularly narrow escape, Mr. Solo.

Uh, well, uh, actually, it
was a, uh, misunderstanding.

Of course, of course.

I'm sure an U.N.C.L.E. agent
would never do anything improper.

Mm-hm.

Well, now, to get to
the business at hand.

You'll be pleased to know, I'm sure,
that Mr. Strago is back in Chicago now.

And so also is the heavy heavy
water you discovered, Mr. Kuryakin.

And it's absolutely
imperative...

that we find out precisely
how it's gonna be used.

We already have
our plane tickets, sir.

Uh, your job, Mr. Kuryakin, will
be to prowl the Strago warehouse...

dressed as a longshoreman.

And Mr. Solo will
be your contact man.

A, uh, longshoreman, sir?

Yes, have you ever
done any work of that sort?

- No, sir.
- Oh.

Then, uh, you'll need this.

What is it?

A union card.

Of course, activated by
the magnetized water...

one of the missiles submerged every mile
or so along the Gulf should do the job.

At least according to
our preliminary estimates.

- Thank you.
- Of course.

The exact distance will be
determined by our computers, of course.

All right, that's lunch!

Lunch!

Now, from what I saw, the missiles
seems to be quite satisfactory.

Yeah.

Ah, Miss Diketon, you
may telephone Mr. Strago.

Tell him the missiles may be
loaded aboard your ships tonight.

Yes, professor.

I do think I'd better
be calling Mr. Strago.

Now, gentlemen...

I've let you in here only out of
respect for your past reputation.

But my patience is wearing thin.

Now, for the 20th time, let
me assure you that Mr. Solo...

is not one of my mob,
as you so quaintly put it.

I have not met him in
Taforna or elsewhere.

And I have no idea
where he might be found.

Now, Miss Monteri...

I'm sorry that you have to
come all this way for nothing.

Why don't you take this nice child out to
see, um, Lake Michigan or something...

or buy her an ice cream cone...?

Watch your mouth.

- Yes? Well, yes, put her on.
- Well, what is he thinking?

Now will you be quiet?

Now what is the trouble? Oh.

Not yet, Mr. Strago, but
he's getting very close.

Well, I'll, uh, take
care of that right away.

Yes, thank you.

- You listen to me!
- No, Mr. Stilletto, you listen to me!

Oh, I've, uh...

I've reconsidered.

Now, it's true that I don't know
where Mr. Solo is, but, uh...

But his friend, the, uh...

The blond young man?

Yes, well, he does seem
to be working for me.

You'll find him at my
warehouse on the docks.

The punk is finally
talking sense.

The buddy will lead us to Solo.

You're halfway home, sweetie.

Hey.

Me and Fingers are gonna drive around
to the block behind the warehouse...

in case he wiggles
out that way, right?

Right.

Oh, Crunch, you, Arnold and Scissors
here go into the joint and flush him out.

I'll be over by the dock.

He gets by you, I'll make a
handicap worker out of him.

He ain't gonna get
by nobody, that kid.

There he is.
That's him, ain't it?

Hey, you, come here!

All right, you punk.
Punk, come here.

Hey, fellas, over here.

- Now, please, please, you're too old...
- Just one punch.

I'm warning you.

Now, you stay there or
I'll fill you so full of lead...

it'll take a crane to
put you in a coffin.

Are you all right?

Watch out, it's a pineapple.

Whose grandfathers
are all you people?

You got 10 seconds, blondie.

You don't want to be spitting
out your teeth on the ground.

You tell us where
your playmate, Solo, is.

Huh!

Good afternoon, gentlemen.

Good afternoon.

How do you like them grapes?

Who's this guy? This Solo?

Looks like it's going
to be a bad afternoon.

He sure is.

"U.N.C.L.E. Napoleon Solo."

Who's this U.N.C.L.E.?

You got a new racket
working for you, sonny?

And she wants
this for her husband.

Inside the car, punk.

You're going to
attend a wedding.

Again?

Course, you don't
wanna go, it's okay.

We got a substitute choice.

We wrap you up in one of
them fine concrete overcoats...

and send you for a
swim in Lake Michigan.

Your choice, punk.

Not you.

- See you.
- I hope so.

Oh, come on now.

Oh, hello again.

Hi, there.

Oh, you are so cute.

You know what I'm going to do?

I'm just going to
love you to death.

Come on, slugger,
let's get that tie up.

- Look, Mr. Stilletto, there seems to be...
- You marry my niece, I'm your uncle.

Call me Uncle Fingers.

All right, uh, Uncle Fingers,
at the risk of being redundant...

there's been quite
a misunderstanding.

Hey, hey, hey, what's that?

What misunderstanding?

Hey, you bums, the bride-to-be.

Oh, Illya, you're
awfully attractive.

I mean, I've known a lot of
fellows in college and everything...

before I joined Thrush.

But, you know, you get
tired of those one-shot affairs.

Besides, they couldn't
hold a candle to you.

Yeah.

Look, nephew, in my family, when
you take away a dame's honor...

it's right you give
it back, capiche?

- Yeah.
- And what is she, ugly?

No, she's lovely, Uncle
Fingers. It's backwards.

She's superb, she's beautiful.

And she's still possessed
of her honor as far as I know.

Then shut up. You're
going to get married, period.

Why, half of the crumbs out there haven't
been out of the woodwork for 30 years.

- Yeah?
- But for this...

for the wedding of the Stilletto
Brothers? Why, you ought to be proud.

I'm not Italian, you know.

It's all right. Try to
be proud anyway.

Oh, Strago here, uh...

Are the missiles ready
for transportation, doctor?

Ja, all out here on
the wharf. All perfect.

The ship is due in five minutes.

Good, and that
U.N.C.L.E. agent, um...

I assume Miss Diketon,
um, is still toying with him?

Ja, she's still toying with him.

Fine. Uh, tell here I don't want him
killed, however painful that may be to her.

And I'll be with
you soon, professor.

Right now, however, I have still
another U.N.C.L.E. agent to round up.

Orders from Central.

Take care, professor.

Now or never, yes or no?

You want to get married
or you want to get dead?

Right now, I want my mother.

Now, remember, those old
duffers in there may look harmless...

but I can assure you that
during the Prohibition days...

they could have and would
have torn either one of you apart...

for the price of a cigar.

So be careful.

And, uh, we want Solo alive.

Right where you are.

Hands up, everyone.

Hey, what is this? What
do you bums think you are?

Oh, Mr. Strago.

Um, Mr. Stilletto, I, uh...

I hope you'll not mind too much, but
I've come to collect the bridegroom.

Mr. Solo.

So you do know him,
you liar. He is your man.

Come on now, Mr. Solo.

You don't really want
to get married, do you?

Well, uh, right now I'm
not quite so sure about that.

Nobody draws on the Stilletto
Brothers, Strago. Nobody.

Down, down.