All language subtitles for The Girl From UNCLE s01e09 The Atlantis Affair

You did say we have drink and talk.

My exact words.

I don't want you to think I take
advantage of customer.

Besides, I do not drink with men who ask
me.

I'm flattered.

You should be.

Okay? Talk.

Professor Antron.

Professor Antron?

I do not know this name.

He's staying at Mr. Legallo's place.

No, no, I know nothing.

Out of sight, out of mind, eh?

Forgotten me already, have you?

Oh, it's not what you think. I hardly
know the gentleman.

What? After all, we've meant to each
other.

Please believe me. I tell the truth.

He only want to know about Professor
Antrim, who I have not seen for two

maybe more.

So you do know the professor?

Please, do not ask me.

It's very important for him that we find
him. Do you know where he is?

Bad men take him on a boat up the river.

But you must not tell him that I tell
you this.

That's very dangerous for me.

Well, love?

I think it's scuba -doobie time.

bomb. It won't budge.

Let's get out of here.

Any news from Miss Dancer or Mr. Sleep?

No, sir. Not since Miss Dancer reported
they spotted Professor Antrim on a

cruiser and that they planned to sneak
aboard.

I envy these young agents sometimes.

Down in the Caribbean this time of the
year.

Wonderful sailing.

Yeah, so far.

Go, go, go, go!

What are you doing out here? Searching
for Atlantis, dear boy.

Gosh, sir, I always thought the lost
continent of Atlantis was just a legend.

Not according to Professor Antrim.

He claims to have found an inland route
to that part of Atlantis which survived

that... Dreadful holocaust. In the
Caribbean?

Supposedly on the estate of this
Monsieur Legallo's.

Yeah, but what I don't understand, sir,
is why would Thrush be interested in a

lost continent?

I mean, what good would it do him? In
this statement of Professor Antrim's, he

claims to have had in his possession at
one time one of the crystals from

Atlantis.

A piece of quartz, not much bigger than
a walnut, which could combine...

raised of the sun into one blinding
force of immeasurable magnitude.

Like a laser beam?

Only a thousand times more powerful.

Wow.

If that's true, and this part of
Atlantis still exists,

there are enough crystals down there to
blow the Earth to bits.

Hi, Professor Anson.

Oh, he's resting.

Good.

Mark, you know, he really believes there
is an entrance to Atlantis on this

island.

What do you think?

I think you should buy your own drink.

Seriously?

Seriously.

Why don't we have a look while we're
here?

Oh, look, April, we're on an assignment
to find Professor Antrim and bring him

back alive.

The boat leaves this afternoon, and
we're going to be on it.

But if we're so close to Atlantis...
Hours not to ring. Why, hours, but...

know, I know, I know.

I didn't know of that.

Please, sir, you'd get me in much
trouble if they find Professor Antrim

It's all right, dear. We're leaving this
afternoon.

Now. Go now.

Immediate. Please.

Nobody knows he's here. This we can't be
sure.

These men, they're everywhere.

What men?

These men.

Late, sir.

Is Miss Dancer with you?

Yes, sir. She's here.

A change of plans.

Thrush has suddenly reared its ugly
head.

Apparently, Thrush seems to think that
the dentist does exist.

I think it would be a good idea while
we're here to check it out.

If you don't mind, Miss Dancer, I'll
make the assignment.

Yes, sir.

Yes, I think it would be a good idea
while you're there to check it out. Do

think Professor Antrim would help you to
find the entrance to Atlantis?

If such a place exists?

Well, I'm sure he would, sir.

As a matter of fact, he wanted to go
back there this afternoon despite the

they tried to kill him.

I see.

We've run a check on the professor's
friend, Mr.

Legallo's.

Apparently he's not interested in thrush
or any thrush activity.

Friendly, then. We'll remember that,
sir.

Thank you.

Shall we get on with it?

Ours not to reason. Why ours?

Come on. Let's get the professor.

Oh, I know. We could ring that nice Mr.
Ryan that picked us up this morning.

He'll drive us.

It's all right, sweetheart. We'll be out
of your hair in a minute.

Give me a hand.

You do know the way to Missula Gallo's
place? Oh, most surely, Miss Dancer.

Hideously bumpy, the road, but quite in
keeping with Monsieur Gallo's

abhorrence of progress.

Yes. Well, then all we need now is a...
Ah!

Mr. Ryan.

How you doing?

Still being chased?

No, we still need transportation.

That's what this is?

Yeah.

I'd like to rent it.

Uh, yes, that is, if the price is all
right.

It's fair.

I could charge a lot more.

There's no competition on the whole
island.

I'll leave the expert to Hagel.

Now, I will only be going as far as
Monsieur Le Gallo's place.

Wherever you say. You're paying for it.
Hold that.

You've been here a long time, Mr. Ryan.

Three, maybe four years. Why?

Long time to avoid competition.

Who needs it?

I do,

I guess.

Not me.

Total non -involvement. That's my
philosophy.

Oh.

You don't like that, do you?

I'd rather not say.

Why not?

I don't want to get involved.

Let's go.

Colonel Faber?

Yes.

It has, it has, it has.

unadulterated madness run come on hey
what are you gonna do i'll be right with

you come on that truck is all i've got
you'll be reimbursed i promise come on

to find Mark of the Professor. Before
you go, would you please tell me what's

happening? I'd like to.

Prithvi, pick him up.

I can't go on.

I must sit down and rest.

All right, sit down.

Take your shoes off.

I'm afraid you've run me to ground,
gentlemen.

Where are the others?

Oh, far, far ahead.

They left me behind.

I'm too old for sprinting, I assure you.

Get up.

Yes, yes, of course. As soon as I can
get my shoes on.

My feet are badly swollen.

Excuse me, darling.

Lucy, keep moving.

Can you kindly tell me what this is all
about?

Well, I belong to an organization called
Uncle.

What's that got to do with me?

You'll find out soon enough.

How did you actually meet Le Gallo,
Professor?

I trespassed on his land, trying to find
the tunnel entrance to Atlantis.

Not that I knew exactly where it was. I
had only the faintest notion at the

time. At any rate, he offered me the use
of his house to complete my work on the

cryptogram, which I accepted.

Were you abducted from his house?

Oh, no, no. I was out walking when it
happened.

He didn't have anything to do with it.

Monsieur Le Gallo's? No.

Doesn't care anything about the
cryptogram or Atlantis or anything.

All he cares about is his own way of
life, as you'll see.

What is this?

We found them in the jungle, sir.

Are you Monsieur Le Gallo? I am.

I'm April Dancer, and this is Mr. Ryan.

Have you seen this young man on the
island before?

I used to run the transportation outfit.

We're with Professor Antrim.

The professor is dead.

Oh, no, no, you're mistaken.

Please, allow me to show you... Lock
them up.

What do you mean, lock us up?

Look, just who do you think you...

You must be mistaken.

If you'll only look at my credentials,
I'm sure that you will be able to

understand... I hope you're satisfied.

I'm sure we'll explain everything.

Is this total enough involvement for
you, baby?

Mark!

This is the Guard of Honor of the Firing
Squad.

Monsieur Le Gallo's island is
approximately here.

It wasn't charted on the maps until
quite recently.

Apparently, Legallos prefers isolation
to a lucrative tourist trade.

Actually, according to the legend, the
lost continent of Atlantis was more to

the east.

However, who do they can say?

Unless it could be Professor Antrim.

But I was told that you had perished.
And so I would have, had it not been for

these two young people.

My apologies, mademoiselle. Monsieur, it
is only that I guard my isolation with

such care, I hope you understand.

These people who abducted you, you say
you think that they are still about?

They must be.

Have you heard no sounds of blasting in
the vicinity of Monte Cristobal?

Blasting?

On my land?

All these years, my seclusion in the
very depths of the Caribbean jungle, my

house, my way of life, the gracious and
unhurried rhythms of the 17th

century, all gone.

The crash, bang, boom of the 20th
century, pursuing me, seeking me out,

an ancient civilization crowding in on
me from the other side.

With due respect, Professor, had I
foreseen this, I would never have

to compete your cryptogram beneath my
roof.

Oh, dear, this road is unendurable.

They do! They blast!

On my land!

Suck! I'm not dead.

Incidentally, sir, I hate to say this,
but, uh, Uncle owes Mr. Ryan one used

truck.

In very good condition, however.

Oh, I understand from Mr. Slate's
earlier communication.

But, um, returning to the point, Mr.
Dancer, I don't quite understand why you

and Mr. Slate separated.

Oh, uh, well...

We just thought we'd be of more use to
each other apart.

Miss Dancer.

Yes, sir?

I know that tone of voice.

Female intuition again, Miss Dancer?

Well, we do have it, sir.

Well, I'm too old and too prudent a man
to argue that point.

What is it this time?

Well, despite his clean bill of health,
I just don't trust Monsieur Legallo's.

Well, if you say so.

Meanwhile, keep in touch.

Yes, sir.

Intuition, he calls it.

Whatever it is.

Just have a feeling that there's...
danger.

Now, this is what you should do.

I sure am glad I picked you up the other
day.

My truck's a pile of junk.

I'm locked in this shack in the middle
of nowhere.

People want to kill me.

And why?

Involvement. Lousy involvement.

Who needs it?

horses up in front of that cart make a
barricade.

What are you doing?

Preparing for our heasty exit, my
friend.

Oh.

Now, I suggest that we, uh, back.

There's going to be a hard enough
explosion.

Hmm?

Monsieur,

when you have reached my age, you will
have learned that the female of this

species is available for communication
only when she wishes to be so

available. The rest of the time, we talk
to ourselves.

At the moment, I suspect that our Miss
Dancer applies cosmetic to her pert

They must be going in to get the
crystal.

Mark? April, I've been trying to reach
you.

Legalo's place has been raided by
thrush.

Do you need help?

No, we don't, but you may.

My female intuition tells me don't trust
Legalo's.

April, the gentleman in question is
sitting beside me. Why don't you say it

little louder so he can be absolutely
certain he hears every word.

I'm... I'm sorry,

I don't have time right now. I'll call
you back later.

April and her woman's intuition.

Monsieur Slate, as you grow older, you
will learn never underestimate a woman's

intuition.

Hello. Is no one to be trusted anymore?

How can you commit this perfidy?

Were those years of aid nothing but a
sham, a mockery?

Quickly, your master's in trouble.

I wouldn't try to escape if I were you.

Keep your hands up.

Come in.

Where is the professor?

Je ne sais pas. He must have gone back
into the jungle.

You wish to search for him?

Later. He cannot do us any harm now.

Drive me back to your house. I must
leave with the crystal this afternoon.

Drive?

Me?

You?

Mark? Hey, there they are.

What the heck are you doing now?

Something's wrong.

What do you mean something's wrong?

Mark would have answered me by now if
everything was all right.

General Faber, one of Thrush's top
echelon agents.

I was right.

The Gallows is in league with Thrush.

Wait a minute. Where do you think you're
going?

To find Mark.

Okay, you go find Mark.

I've had it. I want out.

I'm afraid there is no out, Mr. Ryan.

By now, Thrush has sealed off this
entire area.

So, you're involved.

Mark must be around here somewhere.

He isn't.

Professor, what happened? Oh, it's
madness, sheer madness.

Everyone is mad.

Monsieur Le Gallo's drew a weapon on us.
Your young Mr.

Slate dropped something. Poof, smoke,
everywhere.

He ran, I ran, but in different
directions.

The last I saw of him, he was being
hauled away by a rather sinister fellow

Monsieur Le Gallo's coach and four.

It's most confusing. I don't understand
it.

But me both, Professor.

Overseas relay, please.

Mr. Waverly's office, April Dancer
calling.

Yes, Miss Dancer.

Mark's been captured, sir, by Colonel
Faber and Monsieur Le Gallos.

You were right about Le Gallos, then.

Where are you now?

Near the tunnel entrance to Atlantis.

Well, you'll have to find some way of
getting in.

Find out how close Thrush is to
possession of the crystals and the

plans and the maps.

But what about Mark, sir?

I'm sorry.

He'll have to wait.

First things first.

Yes, sir.

gas station nearby.

Gas station?

Yes, you know, gas.

Come on, let's go.

Professor.

Well, come on, come on, let's go. Hold
it, baby. This is where old Vic gets off

the bandwagon.

You're not leaving.

As the saying goes, Miss Dancer, post
haste.

Professor, a bientot. A bientot.

Naturally.

After you, Professor.

My apologies, monsieur, for having no
appropriate cell in which to place you.

Unfortunately, your associate, Miss
Dancer, rendered it unusable when she

escaped. Where's Colonel Faber?

Gone back to recapture Miss Dancer and
the others.

You're a thrush agent.

Comme ci, comme ça, monsieur.

Say more, their involuntary pawn.

You see, some years ago, having learned
that the tunnel entrance to Atlantis was

on my land, Foch, by various means,
arranged for my financial ruin.

And?

And, since I was and am far more

interested in my own...

private world than in the world at
large, I agreed to assist them in return

a reestablishment of funds.

Hello.

The meeting with Professor Antro.

My offer is that he stay here while
completing his labors on the cryptogram.

When the professor solved the
cryptogram, Frosch took over,

cryptogram on the professor, then
prepared to eliminate him so that they

labor on the tunnel at their leisure.

Now, of course, with Uncle in the
picture, they are forced to work a

faster on this part.

Still, everything is... How do you say
it?

Onky dory.

So it was Thrush who took the crystal
fragment.

If there is such a thing.

Oh, oui, there is such a thing.

And we indeed, Roche took it. You don't
imagine they would waste their time and

effort on a mere legend, do you?

Et voila.

Doesn't look like much to me.

True, it does not look like much, and it
is natural, more of limited

effectiveness, being old and incomplete.

Nevertheless, an interesting coincidence
is that the knowledge of this crystal

is of value only now, due to the fact
that only now has man devised the laser

beam, which is the only known force
capable of cutting this crystal.

Interestingly enough, the cryptogram
indicates that the people of Atlantis

possess the equivalent of the laser
beam. Plus intéressant, oui?

No.

And now, the demonstration.

Au revoir, monsieur.

Bye, lovely.

Subterranean river.

Wait, what are you doing?

Try to get out. Get some help,
Professor.

Wait, you can't do that, Miss Dancer.
Please!

You can't, Miss Dancer!

Hey, you better come.

Don't do me any more favors.

I'm okay.

Sure you're okay. Like a stuck pig,
you're okay.

You know, you saved my life.

Any girl's got worth or merit badges
would have done the same.

Thanks.

Don't mention it.

No, really, I mean it.

Nobody's ever done anything for me like
that before.

Well, I should hope not. I mean, how
many times a day do you almost drown?

You know something?

What?

I'm a lousy swimmer.

You know something?

What?

You're also a lousy patient.

Yeah, what can we do about him?

Nothing.

Come on, then. Come on, then.

You'll be gratified, I'm sure, to know
that the unloading process is very near

completion now.

As soon as all of the crystals are out,
along with the maps and the grinding

plans. This tunnel will be... You should
be very pleased.

How many people today can say they died
in Atlantis?

That was your final loading. I know it
was the final loading. You think you're

telling me something? I have an
emergency message for Colonel Faber.

Mr. Slade.

Mr. Ansel, Mr. Ryan, down there.

Yeah.

because we will not meet again.

Goodbye.

How much time's left?

Seconds.

Can't do it.

Wash your feet.

Come on.

Go, go, go, go.

Trust the boat is loaded. I have a
rendezvous at sea in an hour. It's

You will tell everyone that I have kept
my part of the bargain, n 'est -ce pas?

All I ask is a return to that serene
existence.

Impossible, monsieur.

Welcome to the 20th century, monsieur Le
Gallos.

Don't move.

Do I miss you?

Je suis touché.

And matched, monsieur.

After all that.

You've changed my whole life. You can't
just walk out on it now.

Well, there's always that matter of
filling out the claim for your tuck.

Oh, yeah, yeah. I'll need a lot of help
with that.

Naturally.

A diving bell, that's the answer.

It's all still down there. We can do it,
my dear young friend.

Atlantis waits. Now, we haven't a second
to lose.

We'll see the president. You'll make all
the arrangements, of course.

Now, we'll get in touch with the Navy.
We'll get all the armed forces behind

Now, I will get all the scientists in
this section of the country, and they

back us.

Don't you think we can succeed with
this?

Hmm? You know we can, don't you?

What?