All language subtitles for The Girl from U.N.C.L.E. S01E04 The Mata Hari Affair

Get ready.

We've located the Europa Express, sir.

Contact in two minutes.

Report acknowledged.

Now listen.

Marty Urins will be in drawing room C.

Car 1642, third car from the engine.

It's most urgent that you get her off
that train.

We'll comply. As soon as it's dark and
we have cover.

Watch it!

Oh.

No time to explain.

Let's get going.

Thank you. I think I can't now.

Who?

I think the night nurse would be more to
your taste.

You're all right, obviously.

Sure. Just a wee bump on me loaf.

And a few bruises nobody should be
offended by.

Blow. Yeah, you know, blow for a red
head.

You're getting more English than I am.
Oh, you taught me.

How's Martha Hurons?

She died, I'm afraid.

And 30 other people as well.

How awful.

Yeah, well, derailed that train was
extremely efficient.

Mark?

Yes, sir?

Was Marta Hurons working for us?

No, that's the worst part of it. She
wasn't.

You remember that electronics expert we
sent out to the Middle East to check on

some rumours?

Vaguely.

Well, we think he found out some pretty
frightening facts.

Why didn't he report them?

He panicked, poor fellow, made a run for
it. He got as far as Istanbul, where he

met Marta Hurons and managed to pass a
message to her to give to Waverley in

London. Do we know what that message
was?

No, neither did she, poor girl.

The man is done, Bull?

They got him too, I'm afraid.

We don't think he had time to leave a
second message.

Mark?

Yes?

How many people know that Marta Hurins
is dead?

Two or three people here in the
hospital. Why?

It's about my size, wore lots of make
-up.

What do we know about her?

Not very much.

She, um...

It was an exotic dancer, an American, on
her way to London to play the part of

Mata Hari in a new musical.

Mata Hari.

Was her face well known?

Her face?

She was the belly dancer.

What if, just if, the people we were
after thought that Mata Hurons had

the train wreck?

Well, they'd have a second try.

Oh, no, April.

Oh, no. If you're thinking of
impersonating Marta Huris, forget it.

You'd be setting yourself up as a
blooming target.

Oh, no.

Hello,

darling.

Listen, I don't think you're rather ever
doing the time for child.

Am I, darling?

How badly were you hurt, Miss Hearns? So
many questions, gentlemen.

One at a time, please. How badly were
you hurt, Miss Hearns? The last we

it was very bad.

Yes, so many people dead. So many
people.

I'm very happy and very lucky to be
alive. Did you receive any injury? Did

receive any injury? I received head
injury. Can I receive other bruises? Can

see the bruises?

Can we see the bruises?

for posterity.

Darling, for posterity?

Yes. Darling, gentlemen, anything for
posterity.

Oh.

Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

What percentage were killed?

Oh, what a slight exaggeration, darling.

As you can see, I'm here.

Those are reports that Sir Terence Keats
will play the lead now, Officer Chu.

Sir Terence Keats will play the lead,
Officer Chu?

Yes, yes. What do you think of him?

Oh, well, if he's quite as charming as
all you lovely little gentlemen are, I'm

sure that I would quite fall in love
with him.

I only like this weather we put on for
you today. It's marvelous.

Fantastic weather.

When does the play open?

The spring is still coming. Very soon.
Good.

Thank you.

Anybody ever tell you you should eat
less?

I'm frightfully sorry, madam. I must
have tripped.

Oh, boy, that was close.

Yes, my dear Martha Huron.

Our chaps have made their second try.

You all right?

Just barely.

Too dangerous, so we came straight here
to headquarters.

I see.

Do you, sir? I thought perhaps we should
reconsider the plan.

There is an element of risk involved,
sir, naturally.

Risk? Suicide is a more likely word.

Mr. Slade does have a point, of course.

There's no telling what they'll do the
next time.

That's exactly what we want, sir. Force
them into an attack that will expose

them.

I could assign more men.

No. Give you constant protection.

No, I don't think that would be right,
sir. After all...

Surround the bait with too many hunters
and you'll catch no game.

I take it then you want to go through
with it.

Yes.

Right?

All right.

But here's one hunter who's going to
stay close to the bait.

One, two, three, four. One, two, three,
four. One, two, three, four.

Tell me it isn't true that you're a spy
for the enemy. Thank you, my dear.

Tell me it is all a lie and I will
intervene personally on your behalf.

I have influence.

Here, here, Terry.

You want to damage that blooming thing
that costs money, which don't come easy

enough. Oh, I'm sorry, Lou. I'll
remember the budget. No, no, no. One,

three, four. One, two, three, four.

Oh, please, why don't you... Please,
stop that bloody hammering up there now.

What the devil is that?

Well, at last, our leading lady, and in
one piece.

Oh, yes, definitely.

So there you are at last, Miss Hurons.
Welcome, welcome.

I'm Matthew O 'Brecker, your producer.

Thank you. Ah, Mr. Brecker, I am
pleased, Miss Hurons, with my client.

it's a pleasure, I'm sure.

Ah, Evander, could we have the light
out?

Mark! Yes, of course. Turn them off.

Are we quite sure the wait was
worthwhile?

Oh, for heaven's sake, Terry, do buzz
off.

How very exciting to see you again, my
dear.

Again? Yes, I had the pleasure of seeing
you dance in Athens.

Unfortunately, I could find no one to
introduce us at the time.

Oh, no one would have to introduce...

Sir Terence Keats to one of his most
ardent admirers.

Come on, back to your places. We are
doing a play, are we not?

Yes, of course we are, my dear young
genius. Come and meet your director, my

dear.

This is Toby Gordon -Jones, I direct.

I've heard so many lovely things about
you. Oh, I'm sure you have.

Well, your faith is better than I
expected, and yes, indeed, so are your

Well, if you've read the script, you'll
know that Mata Hari's young lover was a

Russian aviator, Count Marov, played by
Greg Tover here. How do you do? In his

own, in his own way, which would be the
same way he's played hundreds of other

juvenile leads.

Thank you very much.

Well, it's my pleasure, Miss Hurons.

You're very lucky to be here, what with
the train crash and everything.

How very nice of you to say.

Let's hope your luck holds.

I'm Mandy Dean Tanner, the nice girl in
the play. Now, one can be sure that that

isn't typecasting.

Now, as to the play, I would think
maybe...

And what is this?

Kali. Kali?

The goddess of death.

Ah.

Charm.

I think.

Yes, well, if we are done with the
amenities, may we please begin?

Now, since we're so late, we'll start
with the play right on its feet.

You stagehands, we don't need you
anymore. You can go off to ten minutes'

Please, go. Right, and now, Master Hari
will begin by calling you. Master Hari,

you are... No, chair. I need the chair.
Please, dear.

You are discovered upstage here by the
bed with a gun in your hand. And you,

Terry, fine. You're over there. Now,
you, Mandy, you are down here on the

Come on. Here, quick. Come on floor.

Unconscious. And you, what's his name?
You're off there making an entrance.

Offstage. Right, fine.

Now, music, music, music, thunder,
lightning, timpani, roll, and spot.

Miss Hurons, darling, please.

That is your cue.

Oh, sorry, darling.

Yes. You really thought you could gain
information from me that easily, huh?

Ah, more thunder, lightning, lightning,
spot, spot. How could you imagine, my

love, that I would sacrifice these
precious moments together for a cheap

like this?

There will be other moments, darling.

More precious than this.

Bang, bang. Oh!

No, no, no. To whom are you speaking,
darling? Now, the audience are out

They have paid to see and to hear a
play. Again, please.

There will be other moments, darling,
more precious than these.

Bang, bang.

Fine, darling, fine. There is, however,
one point I would like to make clear.

Dr. Harry was not a fishwife, nor was
she a washerwoman. She was a spy.

Now, I realize that you're accustomed to
playing washerwomen. Now, I hope maybe

with hard work you'll be able to play a
spy.

You do dance, do you not?

Are you all right, my dear? Thank you
very much. I must have bowed out at the

right time.

That's all you can say. She might have
been killed. Killed?

Not again.

Forgive me, please.

I don't know what I'm saying.

Sure, wait. Why don't you sit down here?

You've had a Nazi pocket in the room.

This old building is falling to pieces.

I mentioned the amateurs we have for
stage hands these days. I'm terribly

darling. These things do happen, of
course.

You men, don't just stand there. Find
that stage hand up on the fly.

Get rid of this thing. I want to get on
with this play. Not today, old boy.

I think Miss Hearns has had quite an
upper a bit. A breaker?

That accidents do not occur in America.

Yes, perhaps a fresh start.

Of course, of course. What does another
delay matter? Send the cast home. We

will start our first complete rehearsal
at nine o 'clock in the morning. He

wants to go home. Thank you, sir.

How very nice of you to be so kind to
me. Good night. Good night. You're very

welcome. I'm glad you've suffered. I'm
all right.

Good night. Good night, my dear. Good
night.

Do you think you would be up to a little
quiet supper this evening?

Oh, how lovely. I would be most
delighted.

Good. I'll pick you up at your hotel at
seven.

I am sorry, Sir Terrence, but Miss
Terrence is dining with me. We have

to discuss, contracts and that.

Oh, well, there you are.

I'm so sorry.

Another time.

But of course, Sir Terrence.

Good night.

Good night.

Good night.

Do you think it was nice, isn't it?

Oh, you must be joking.

That robocop cleans through with a
knife. The killer's right here in the

theatre.

Oh.

Oh, so.

Look, I've got to check with Waverley.
I'll drop you off at the hotel, but

you've got to promise to stay there
until I get in touch with you.

Or you'll be a fat load of news to
anyone dead.

I promise to stay put.

All right, I'm coming. I'm coming!

Allo? Hello, love, it's me.

I hope you weren't asleep.

Of course I wasn't asleep. You'd asked
me to wait up for you, didn't you? Yes.

Did you see Waverley?

What?

Yes, I did.

Well, what did he say? I can't tell you
over the phone. Can you meet me at the

theatre? The theatre?

Oh, Mark, come on. It's late. I'm tired.

It's very urgent, love, really.

All right, then.

In 20 minutes, all right?

Please hurry.

Mark.

Look, sir, you know the danger she's
involved in, the killers in the theater.

I can imagine the danger, all right.

I want you to listen to this tape.

It was made by our agent in Istanbul
just before he was killed.

The Turkish police sent it by third
class military to our headquarters in

York. It only arrived this morning.

Open channel D.

Urgent. Professor Rotner has proved...
that sunspots can be amplified, totally

disrupting every form of radio
communication and... A

machine like that has already been
constructed.

And once it was turned on... Even put
the communication satellite out of

But I still think we've got to get April
out of there.

I can't order Miss Dancer to go on with
this dangerous masquerade.

It must be her own decision.

Open Channel E, please.

You won't get much change out of her
communicators, sir. It got broken when

sandbag fell on it this morning.

Oh, yes.

Get me the Savoy Regis, please.

Miss Marty Urins, please.

Room 723.

What's that?

Oh.

I see.

All right, thank you.

Miss Dancer isn't there.

The man at the desk said Miss Hurons
went out a few minutes ago in response

her telephone call.

Gone out?

Where on earth could she have gone? She
promised me she wouldn't leave her hotel

room. This could be pretty serious.

If Miss Dancer's fallen into a trap...
I've got to find her.

I think I know where she is.

Where?

Oh dear.

So...

Mark!

Bye.

Mark?

I don't like the smell of this.

Bye.

Bye.

accident in the furnace room.

Someone should call the fire brigade.

I knew it. I knew it. I shouldn't have
touched this production with a box. Oh,

never mind.

What is going on here? What's the
matter?

I'd like to know myself. April?

April? Miss Hurons, are you all right?
What happened?

Oh, just a slight accident.

You had one too?

Yeah, I was in the shower, then the
phone rang. You, you, you. Your idea,

calling us up in the middle of a blasted
night. Now, what is it that couldn't

wait till a decent hour?

My idea.

Now, what is this, a stand -up? You
phoned me an hour ago, asking me to meet

here. Ah, but not for the reason you
expected, eh, my love?

Oh, aren't you delicious?

I'm sorry, but I phoned no one.

You also?

I had no reason to believe it was not
you.

Hello there.

Is this a private party, or can anyone
join in?

Well, it seems as though everyone is
here except Mr.

Tover. I saw young Greg just driving off
as I came in.

Is it terribly important?

You sent for the old chap?

Certainly sounded urgent.

You have a phone, too.

I'm sorry, but it was not I.

It wasn't?

Well, it certainly sounded exactly like
you.

Curiouser and curiouser.

Will you telephone by our peculiar
practical joker too, my dear?

Yes. Well, if you ask me... Nobody has
ducks.

Toby, darling, did anyone ever tell you
that you're an absolute... The fire

brigade is on its way.

Really, Mr. Slade, calling a meeting at
this time of night. I say, why aren't

the lights on in the lobby?

You're late, darling. Welcome to the
group.

A rehearsal?

This hour?

Hello, Terry.

Hello, Dave. I was on my way back to the
pub thinking I'd misunderstood you, Mr.

Slade. Yes. What is the joke?

Somebody has been impersonating Mr.
Slate here on the telephone.

Oh, really?

Well, perhaps now that our joker's had
his little laugh, we can salvage what we

can of a decent night's sleep.

Face the horror of getting this ruddy
show on the road.

Splendid idea.

Unless you'd like a nightcap, Martin.

Thank you, no.

Mark, will you take me home, please?

You didn't say what brought you back to
the theater.

That's right, I didn't.

Don't you understand?

We have been having fitting for the last
three weeks. This is the fifth time

I've seen you. What the sickest of the
masses.

First job of the month. Two, three, and
Ray will put you here now, darling. Two,

two, three, and me too.

Where is that woman?

Here I am, darling.

Listen, I need another week. What do you
mean you can't? Of course you can.

You'll have to try. I'll call you later.

Lovely, beautiful,

beautiful. Now, shall we start right
away?

All right, all right. Yes, please. If we
are quite ready to begin, darling, we

will begin with the temple dance number
two in the lights. Now, remember, you

are Mata Hari, the mysterious and most
glamorous woman who ever lived. Men went

wild when you danced. Now, you must make
me believe that you are Mata Hari.

I'll try, darling. Good, darling. Now,
one more thing. When your dance reaches

the climax, the eyes of the statue will
light up. You have pleased the goddess

Kali with your dance. Now, please, stand
aside. I'll show you. Watch me. Watch

me. Now, it's this. It's shene, shene,
shene. Turn into the arms of the statue

for a final dramatic bit. Have you got
that?

Yes. Good. Fine. Now, fix your veil.
Right.

Positions, everybody, please.

Quiet. Right. And playback.

Lovely. Fine.

Kill the overheads. Where are those
electricians?

Electricians, will you please stand by
the board? Kill the overheads.

And now, the amber spot. Up there, fine.
Now, pick her up, stay on her, and

follow her every gesture.

Amateurs.

Stand by to kill the blue. Kill the blue
and change to red.

Now.

Lights, please, lights.

Give me some lights. Lights, lights.
Quickly, lights.

Are you all right?

Mark,

did you get it?

Got it. Good.

Now, what is going on? Will someone
kindly tell me? After all, I am only the

director. Perhaps I can explain.

Who are you?

Yes, will someone please explain what's
going on? I don't know what it is, but

I'm sure it's going to cost me money.

It's going to cost somebody, Mr Brecker,
a great many years in the neck.

It's been some sort of game.

Yes, you could call it that.

Most dangerous sort of game.

Come to that exit, Jackson.

Did you get the picture, Slade?

It's safe and sound.

Picture? Picture?

What picture?

Let me explain.

Somebody murdered Marta Urens by
wrecking the train she was travelling

More than 30 others.

Innocent victims, all of them, died with
her.

But if Marta Hurins is dead... Now I
know what it's going to cost me the

show, that's all. But if Marta Hurins is
dead, who is she?

That doesn't matter now.

Do you see that camera?

It's especially equipped to take
photographs in total darkness.

We found the cable running to the idol
this morning.

When the killer threw that switch,
instead of electrifying the idol, he

this rather splendid picture of himself.

No shooting anyone. We want him alive.

You've about reached the end of your
rope, Sir Tarrant.

Drop those guns against the wall.

Do it!

But a man can only be gassed once, can't
he, my dear?

Can't he?

And you won't be around to close over
how you tricked me. I'm very sorry, my

dear.

Pretty nifty with that shooter, love.

Terence is quite mad, of course.

How'd they talk?

Dabbled his full head off.

Found the machine?

Yes. Had our people check it out.

Old thing's a lot of gibberish.

Couldn't possibly have worked at all.

There's a bit of terrible irony for you.

Sir Terence keeps insane dream of power.

Was just a dream.

He killed for nothing.

And he gave himself away for nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

Exhibit A.

That. Yes, that.

Yes, it would be a pity if Mr. Slade had
to earn a living as a photographer.