All language subtitles for The Wild Wild West - 2x25 - The Night of the Deadly Blossom.EN

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It's an odd place
for a man in charge

of naval intelligence's
Pacific fleet, wouldn't you say?

Oh, not really, Artie.

There are some admirals
that, underneath,

are greater landlubbers
at heart.

Uh, excuse us, admiral.

We knocked,
but there was-

Sir?

Admiral, are you-?

Prussic acid.

Ruined a very fine
old Tokay,

about a '58
or a '59, I'd say.

Any last minute notes

on why we were sent for
in such a hurry,

or what happened?

Nah. Just doodling.

Apparently,
they didn't have the time.

"Myron Kendrick."

Interesting.

The letter Y keeps recurring
in these over and over again.

Mean anything to you?

No.

Uh...

This doodling-
Lightning bolts.

That's about all
I can make out of it.

It doesn't make much-

Any last words?

What's he saying?

I don't know.

It's Polynesian.
I know that much.

Run through that one more time.

Jim, hard to starboard!

He was outta range.

Niihau, Kauai, Oahu,

Molokai, Maui, Lanai,

Kaho'olawe, Hawaii.

Separately,
the bits and pieces

that may well turn into the most
important parcel of real estate

of the coming century:

The Sandwich Islands,

more commonly known
as the Hawaiian.

Do you gentlemen have any idea
why that should be so?

"With Oahu's
impregnable Pearl Harbor

and its strategic position
straddling the ocean lanes-"

"The flag that flies over
these sun-drenched islands

will be master
of the Pacific."

I had no idea you gentlemen

went in for reading
State Department white papers.

Well, we do, sir,
when they're authored by

assistant secretary of state
Levering Davis.

Thank you.

Ruling monarch of these islands
is Mau Ke Kalakua,

a very wise man,
gentlemen.

Wise enough to realize,
for instance,

that his island security
calls for a strong alliance

with a world power.

As you know, he will be arriving
in the United States shortly

for high-level
discussions.

Yes, sir. We've been assigned
to his personal security.

The only thing we don't know

is exactly when and where
he'll be arriving.

The royal party
will arrive in San Francisco

on the Hawaiian Queen
on the 18th.

That's a day and a half
from now.

It's not much in the way
of notice, is it, sir?

All part of
overall security, Gordon.

Until our state department
and the king

have concluded
their agreement,

the royal visit
is to remain top-secret.

As the president
must have told you,

it's important that
the king's visit here

be a very pleasant one.

Good day.
Good day, sir.

Hello, Anabella.

I've been waiting for you,
little girl.

There we are.

Got the whole message.

There's a good girl.

Yes.

Let's check on the dock
with a Hawaiian c-

Artie, you with me?

Jim...

the Admiral Agnow case.

Suddenly an awful lot
of loose pieces

are beginning
to fall into place.

I'm listening.

Here, let's take
another look at these.

Until five minutes ago,

just a bunch of scraps of paper

covered with meaningless
scribbles and letters, right?

One name scrawled on it
several times:

Myron Kendrick.

Now on a hunch, I got in touch
with the local office

of naval personnel
and asked them to check into it.

Dear old Anabella
just came in with this answer.

"Myron Kendrick,
able seaman.

Sole survivor
of frigate Youngstown."

That's the Youngstown
that went down three weeks ago.

Right.

Why the constant reference
to the letter Y?

The Youngstown.

Exactly, and all
of these scribbles

that look like
bolts of lightning here.

Look at that.

Look at that.
Look at it here.

Remember the official finding?

It said that the frigate's
magazine blew up

because it was struck by
lightning during a thunderstorm.

Artie...

I've got an idea
buzzing around in my head.

Yeah, so do I.
Tell me yours.

Item:

Suppose that
the admiral sent for us

after he had uncovered facts

that the Youngstown
wasn't destroyed by lightning,

but that it was sabotaged.

That has to be it.

Now the only question
is what form did it take?

I don't know, but we've got
a day before the king arrives.

Why don't you go see
Myron Kendrick

and ask him about
his former ship?

I'd be glad to.
What about you?

I'm going to go see
that Hawaiian expert.

What was his name?
Uh, Barclay.

Yeah. Adam Barclay.

I'm gonna ask him
about this

and those Hawaiian phrases
we heard in the garden.

How do you do, Mr. West?

I'm Adam Barclay.

I've heard about you.
Read about your exploits.

Well, sir,

now that you've
overcome your surprise

to find that I'm Chinese,
do join me for a drink.

Thank you. It's, um-

It's not important,

but the name Adam Barclay-?

Hardly prepares one
for the sight of its owner.

I know, I know.

"Adam Barclay" is a legacy
from my English father.

However, with all due respect
to you, sir,

I prefer to describe myself
as a Chinese

who happened to have had
an English father.

I've heard that Orientals
living in a Caucasian world

occasionally find
their nerve ends lacerated.

Well, sir,
it's not an-

Thank you.

Do forgive me
if I sounded crisp.

It seems to happen
when I've been away

from my beloved islands
too long.

You live in Hawaii?

In a very real sense,
I have never left.

Hawaii is my home.

Bone of my bones.
Flesh of my flesh.

Only pressing business
keeps me away.

Your note, sir.

You mentioned something

about a Polynesian artifact,
I believe.

Do you mind telling me
where you got this?

Happy to. Someone tried
to kill me with it.

Some time between now
and 8:00 last night, correct?

Do you mind telling me
how you knew that?

Be happy to.

It's a Hawaiian nuau.

The traditional war mace dating
to King Kamehameha's reign.

It was stolen from
my collection last night.

Oh, leave it there.

It looks better there

than it would have
buried in my skull.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you very much, indeed.

You know, I'm having a few
friends to a Hawaiian dinner.

Poi, roast pig and all
the other island delicacies.

Do join us, won't you?

Uh, I'd like to,
but I'm sorry. I-

It's my way of honoring
his majesty Mau Ke Kalakua.

He will be arriving here
for a visit quite soon.

Suddenly that seems like
a very attractive idea.

Thank you.

Has he been in this state

ever since they fished him
out of the water?

Yes, sir.
Shock, the doctors say.

And now, sir, I think you-

Could I just have
a minute or two, please?

It's most important.
Please.

All right.
Thank you.

Mr. Kendrick...

can you hear me?

Try to tell me what happened.

You must remember something.

Seeing something,
hearing something, anything.

Try, won't you?

It's important.

It's a matter
of national security.

Look, your ship
is just off the Farallons,

steaming toward the Golden Gate,
not 30 miles up ahead.

You're in a thunderstorm,
remember?

And the vessel
is pitching badly.

Now...where are you?

Are you standing watch?

Something happened,
Mr. Kendrick. What was it?

All right, sailor,
turn to and report!

Sir!

It was...

It was...

I sighted it...

off the port bow.

What?

It was...

like a fireball...

with a tail.

With a- With a long tail...

Like a- A comet.

What's going on here?

Do you realize this man
is in deep shock?

I'm terribly sorry,
doctor,

but in view of
the circumstances-

Get outta here!

Thank you.

Oh. Ah.

This is a particularly
favorite time of mine.

The last dull guest
has departed.

One special guest remains.
Now we can talk.

Thank you.

Mr. Barclay, would you
translate this for me?

Oh, yes. It's a very
well-known phrase.

It translates roughly to, uh,

"Where the mountain
meets the sea,

the deadly blossom grows."

Then in Western terms,

pleasant and alluring
though the prospect may be,

danger lurks ahead.

Exactly.

Oh, please, please.
Don't stand on ceremony.

This is my secretary
Miss Ishuda.

Yes?

I've seen your guests
to their carriages,

secured the premises

and there's a gentleman
to see-

I have the perfect secretary,
Mr. West.

Congratulations.

Efficient as a stiletto,
silent as the grave

and discreet
as a hangman's wife.

But cold and unresponsive
as a glacier.

Aren't you, Haruko?

Or is it just
that I repel you?

There's a gentleman
to see you in your study.

Something about
a special shipment.

I mustn't keep
the gentleman waiting, must I?

Excuse me.
Of course.

You're, uh-
You're Japanese, aren't you?

This leads to the side exit.

Nobody will see you leaving.

Well, why do I wanna leave?

Because if you don't,

Mr. Gordon
will find it necessary

to carry out your joint
assignment alone.

Assignment?

The protection of
a certain royal personage.

Now please leave.

I wanna hear more.

I'll meet you at the end
of this lane

and explain
in greater detail.

My apologies
to the host.

Thank you.

Don't mention it.

It's amazing how many people

seem to develop an instant
dislike for you.

Thanks to your excellent aim,
we'll never know why, will we?

May I suggest
that we do not tarry?

Your friends may return
with reinforcements.

Sit here, please,
Mr. West.

Let me look at your arm.

I've ordered that my staff
guard the body

until the police
can be sent for.

Thank you.

Let me, Mr. Barclay.

Women are supposed
to do well at this.

Oh, good.
I'll fix us a drink,

which is something
I do very well.

Someone tried
to kill Mr. West.

Fortunately,
it's only a scratch.

Whoever arranged
that little garden reception

will be disappointed
to hear that.

Others will be delighted.

Well, as host, I feel personally
responsible for what happened

since it occurred
on my proper-

Interesting development.

It seems that the body
has somehow disappeared.

Thank you.

There are a lot
of interesting developments

around here,
Mr. Barclay.

For instance, how do you know
that the Hawaiian king

will be arriving
in this country?

Secret Service agents
are usually quite disturbed

to find that others know what
they thought only they know,

isn't that so?

You haven't answered
my question.

Oh, yes.

How do I know that the king
is on his way here?

Because his majesty himself
wrote me about it.

You and the king
are friends?

Very close, indeed.

How else would I know

that the royal party
will arrive

in San Francisco tomorrow
aboard the Hawaiian Queen?

My information is right,
isn't it?

Yes, officially.

Oh, I see.

Officially,
one set of facts,

but actually something
quite different, huh?

You said that, Mr. Barclay.
I didn't.

So I did. So I did.

Oh, it's unashamedly
sentimental of me, I suppose,

but it would be
a great satisfaction

to be able to greet
his majesty as he steps ashore.

I don't suppose,
quite confidentially,

you could advise me
as to when he will arrive

and the name of the ship?

A little while ago
you saved my life,

and I'm very grateful, but-

But you can't divulge a thing.

Unh-unh.

Well...

Well, uh...

Well, uh...

Oh, Mr. West,
you've forgotten your drink.

Oh!

That's quite all right.
No problem.

I'll fix another.

That's all right,
I'll have to be leaving anyway.

No. Not before you have
a last loving cup drink.

An old Hawaiian custom.

First the host.

And the lovely lady
in our midst.

And lastly,
the guest of honor.

To Hawaii.

Hear, hear.

Goodbye.

To Hawaii...

may it always be free!

How do you feel?

Like I've been dropped
on my head

from a great height,
thank you.

Kendrick. Where is he?

He's dead.

Oh, no.

You were clutching that
in your hand when we found you.

Sprawled on the floor alone,
except for the patient.

The police
have been sent for.

Tell them the patient
was murdered

with an injection of poison
from a hypodermic.

Tell them I'll get
in touch with them later,

and fill them in
on all the details.

There they are now.
Sorry I can't wait.

I've got this batch
of cookies in the oven.

Ah, you're a sound
sleeper, Mr. West.

I must have been
more tired than I realized.

The important thing
is that you're awake now.

Ah, yes.

A most versatile device,

suggested by your delightful
Mr. Edgar Allan Poe.

You've read his story The Pit
and the Pendulum, haven't you?

As I recall,
the pendulum is actually

a heavy finely-honed blade.

Exactly. Oh, you're a very
literate person, Mr. West.

Yes, a blade so arranged
that it drops lower and lower

with each successive swing.

Dear Haruko,
I'm sparing your life

long enough for you to see
and hear our friend's reaction

when the blade swings
low enough.

Do you remember asking me
if I was repelled by you?

Yes, but you never
answered my question.

I will now.

Extremely so.

Very ingenious.
How does this story end?

Suppose you settle down
and find out for yourself...

unless you are prepared
to confide in me now.

Confide what?

The exact time and place
of the arrival of his majesty,

and the name of the ship.

But you already know that.

I have neither the time
nor inclination

to indulge you, Mr. West.

You're very sure
of yourself now,

but when the blade will start
caressing your ribs,

you will be much more
ready to talk.

When that happens,
move your head backwards.

This is my good
right arm, Palea.

I met your good right arm
in the admiral's garden.

Yes, so he told me.

Pressing business
calls me away,

but you may summon Palea if you
should have a change of heart

about the information I want.

Let's see your tags, men.

Put your arm up.

"Art objects," huh?

Consigned to Adam Barclay.

Well, Mr. Barclay,

I happen to be an old art lover
myself, from a way back.

That, Artemus, my boy,
has to be the granddaddy

of all rockets.

There's an extra stevedore
floating around

who shouldn't be here.

Look around.

You two.

Go out and see
if you can get him outside.

Find him and get him.

You four, let's take
these crates out right now.

Don't cry. Everything
will turn out fine.

I wish...

It's bad luck
to leave a wish dangling.

I wish I could help you.

You can and you will.

Who are you
when you're not playing

Adam Barclay's secretary?

One of the faceless
anonymous ones-

like you.

I thought we were
in the same business.

Different firm, I suppose.

Different firm.

Quote:

"In the next century,

"two nations
must extend their orbit

"to cover
the Hawaiian islands:

the United States and Japan."

End quote.

It's sad to think that the real
winner may be Adam Barclay.

Who is Adam Barclay

when he's not being
a charming disarming host?

An octopus consumed
with hate and ambition.

Hate for the Caucasian world.
I learned that much.

And ambition to control
an island kingdom.

Barclay owns vast holdings
on the islands,

controls vastly more,

and won't be satisfied until
he controls all of Hawaii.

Through his network of spies,
he knows many things.

What, for instance?

The business you and I
are in, for one.

More importantly,

he has found out that
the Hawaiian king is prepared

to accept United States control
for the islands' survival.

To prevent that,
Barclay has decided...

The king must die.

What does your, uh, firm
think about that?

It would result
in senseless chaos.

To prevent that, our principal
would have been

prepared to work
with your principal.

Would have...

but now...

What are you doing?

There's no point in having
a sharp pendulum overhead

unless you're gonna use it.

But you can't see.
You'll cut your hands.

You'll be my eyes.

Can you move your hands
farther up?

Even farther.

Good.

Now move your hands
to the right.

Too much.

Back to the left a little.

A little more.

Yes. That's just right.

Now.

It's time to go.

How would your side feel
about working with my side?

Try me.

For starters,
where's Barclay?

This is just a guess,
but Barclay has been leaving

regularly for the past
few weeks.

I tried to follow him,
but he's too elusive.

So you don't know
where he's been going?

No, but each time
he's come back,

his boots have been
smeared with red clay.

Go on.

I've studied
the regional soil charts.

There are only three sites
where red clay may be found:

Costa Brava, 18 miles from here,

Berbick, 22 miles from here,

and Land's End,
six miles from here

and overlooking
the Golden Gate.

Where are you going?

Well, I've always wanted
to visit Land's End.

We work for different firms,
but we are in the same business.

I'm going with you.

If we're going, let's go.

We'll have to go by foot.

Oh!

Barclay touch, all right.

We must be
on the right track.

I think we can
get around this.

Watch out
for tripwires, huh?

What was that
Polynesian phrase

you asked Barclay
to translate?

"When the mountain
meets the sea,

a deadly blossom grows."

We're on top
of the mountain.

And I see the sea.

Now, where's
the deadly blossom?

Well, if isn't
the lovely lady in our midst

and the honored guest.

What business would you say
Mr. Barclay's in?

It's obvious.

He's in the business
of killing kings.

I like this better:

"Mr. Adam Barclay,
savior of Hawaii."

Yes, Mr. West.

I'm saving
those blessed islands

from the withering domination
of great countries like yours

and your bustling, rapacious
little empire, dear Haruko.

I want to save her
from all the corruption,

dreariness and blighting
that you call progress.

All of which might threaten
the monopolistic control

you already have over
those "blessed" islands.

All right.

But when I am king,

Hawaii will remain as she is:

A jeweled island set
in a crystal sea,

a very special place

where people can live out
their lives in peace and beauty.

Oh, but I'm forgetting
to thank you both.

For anything in particular?

For giving me all
the information

that I need
about the time of arrival

and the ship of his majesty
Mau Ke Kalakua.

I-I wasn't aware that, uh-
That we had.

But of course you did.

How did you find your way here,
may I ask?

Oh, that was easy.

By following the man-traps.

Ah, but why?

Why go to all the trouble
of visiting here today

if it isn't because
the one ship that arrives today

from Hawaii will include
on its passenger list the king?

For that assurance,
thank you, good people.

You are aware, of course,
that the Chinese

have tinkered with rockets
for hundreds of years.

But these are
particularly impressive.

Yes, they are.

They were designed
to my specifications

by a Chinese scientist who is
many decades ahead of his time.

All this
to kill a king?

Why not?

The king is well guarded,

so the king will die when
the ship that carries him dies.

Does that suggest anything
to you, West?

The sudden death
of the Youngstown.

Of course.

I couldn't really be sure
that the range and accuracy

of my rockets were adequate.

So you waited
for a thunderstorm

to test the device.

Right again.

The thunderclaps
covered the explosion,

and those who saw the flashes
thought they were lightning.

There was
the small matter

of the 84 lives
that were snuffed out.

Can your super-civilized country
claim such a weapon?

From a range of 40 miles,
with pinpoint accuracy,

I can blast any vessel
to kingdom come.

Fantastic, isn't it?

Hawaiian Queen
coming into view.

The beginning of the end
for the king.

Hey.

A sophisticated version
of the camera obscura.

Having a knowledge
of logarithmic systems

and understanding
the relationship

between angle of trajectory
and, believe it or not,

angle of solar ray,

and with a combination
of lenses and mirrors,

I can visually focus
on my target.

See? When the Hawaiian Queen
is on the crosshairs,

I have only
to say the word,

and first one,
and then the other rocket,

will blast off
on its glorious mission.

Prepare to fire
on my command.

Raise elevation
to 20 degrees.

Deflection, 085.

Prepare to fire rocket one.

Nine...eight...

seven...six...five...

Hyah!

Let's go.
We really should be there

when the king
comes ashore.

Right.

That must be the king now.

You sure you won't
change your mind?

Oh, James, my boy,
I'd love to stick around,

but I ask you,
would it be fair to Yvette?

All right. Well, I'll make
your apologies to his majesty.

I don't know what I'll say,
but I'll think of something.

Tell him I've got
illness in the family

because if I missed
this date, I'd be sick.

Au revoir. I'm off!

Oh, welcome,
your majesty. Welcome.

Please accept
this inadequate car

as your home
until we reach Washington.

Oh, you are most kind,
Mr. West. Mr. Gordon?

Oh, unfortunately Mr. Gordon
had an unexpected illness

in the family.

Ah, that's a pity.

May I present my family,
who will travel with me?

It would be
my pleasure, sir.

Leilana, my daughter.

Nanette, my niece.

Luala, another niece.

Oh, another niece?

How do you do?

Luana, a cousin.

And Bohea,
a friend of my family.

Welcome, ladies.

Oh, your majesty.

I'm so glad I managed
to get back in time.

Good evening.

Oh, Mr. Gordon.

I heard about the illness
in your family.

Oh, yes.
My great-aunt Maude.

When I got there,
I found she'd made

an absolutely
fantastic recovery.

Almost a miracle,
you might say.

Oh, may I present
my daughter Leilana.

Nanette, my niece.

How do you do?

Luala, another niece.

Charmed.

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