All language subtitles for The Girl From UNCLE s01e11 The Lethal Eagle Affair.eng

Can you hear me, my dear?

Well, if you can, wave.

She's circling around again, Mr.
Waverly.

Coming to the home stretch now?

The time's a little better, too.

You're not clocking a highness race, Mr.
Slate. What are those people doing to

her?

Well... They've just released an eagle
from the house.

It's hovering.

Don't be afraid. There's nothing to
fear.

Just activate the electronic lure. As
instructed.

You see, my mighty count, the eagle
reacts at once.

Any moment now it will plummet from the
sky.

On to the girl.

Tearing the pretty face to pieces.

I'm quite taken with the performance so
far.

Particularly with the casting.

The Eagle's descending rapidly, sir.

I think it's about to attack Miss
Dancer.

Well, don't do anything foolish.

Madame Verlander's up to something, and
I doubt if it's murder.

The car's making about 70 kilometers.

The Eagle's doing a whole lot better,
sir. Have I your permission to fire?

No, Mr. Slade, you have not.

It took Uncle several months to get
April Dancer into their employ.

Your job is to observe.

You understand?

Observe. And nothing else.

If you fail in this, Gita, the
experiment is unsuccessful.

You're going to have to explain an
awfully public murder.

Franz, activate the molecular
reorganizer.

We've seen enough.

Madame.

Madame, the switch is stuck. I can't
adjust it.

For heaven's sake.

Don't shout.

I...

No.

No, you hit the girl.

has disappeared.

On the contrary.

I saw it disappear with my own eyes.

Not disappear.

We have simply reorganized its
molecules.

The eagle, by the account, as I promised
you, is over there.

Look.

thing transported the eagle?

From mid -air, over the car, and into
that cage in the twinkling of an eye,

yes.

Now do you say that Rita Verlander is so
passe she can no longer function

effectively the thrush? That machine, my
dear Count, can transport

anything anywhere.

You mean to say you could transport
humans?

People?

One molecule is much like another
molecule.

At least to this. Why not?

Why not?

No, no, madame.

Believe me, you can't. We're still in
the experimental stage with this.

We have cases unestablished who fail to
survive the translation in space.

It's far, far too early even to think of
using it.

On a human. Shut up, Franz.

You have no sense of adventure.

Sometimes I wonder why I didn't leave
your tusk and sitting bootlaces.

Imperato here survived.

And as you see, in the best of health.

Gita, if you can show me a human
transported that way.

And you can do it right now, today.

Today? No, that's not possible. No, we
need... Before I must return to Paris, I

guarantee you that Thrush Council will
supply you with anything and everything

you want.

I want what the council took from me.

For years I was the head of Thrush
Baltic. They had no reason to retire me

except for jealousy, backbiting, and
envy of my accomplishments.

Cheetah, if you can arrange this kind of
miracle, you've never relinquished that

position.

It is I.

It's going to be the late I if one of
the guards turns up.

Do try and look more like a sycamore,
will you?

While I am known for my superior
impersonations, trees so far have eluded

However... Waverley wants to know what
happened to the eagle.

So would I.

One minute it was so close to me I
thought I was Liza with the bloodhounds

her. The next, psh, nothing.

Thrush gets hold of whatever that
machine is. Wow.

I'm afraid the bald -headed eagle may be
doomed to extinction, not to mention

the rest of us.

Well, then I suppose purely in my
capacity as a bird lover, I must

the house, liberate Madame's terrible
toy, and make the world safe for the

Audubon Society.

Mark, how do you think she got mixed up
in all of this?

You know, she's really quite a nice
lady.

A great lady, even.

You've fallen under her spell already.

How long have you known her? Three
weeks?

As at the Mozart Festival in Salzburg.

She tripped over my cello, which I very
conveniently shoved under her.

She might as well have tripped over your
corpse.

If you fail, she may.

You're very brave, my dear.

Almost as brave as you're beautiful.

Dankeschön, Garth.

Who's the glamour boy?

Our competition, dear.

Thrush.

My darling.

You were magnificent. So courageous.

And so very, very...

Pretty. Exactly what we wanted to
capture the attention of the counter.

An exciting girl risking her life with a
monstrous eagle and the

thrilling, last -minute, miracle escape.

Oh, it was opera.

Straight out of the magic flute, yeah?

Yeah. Well,

if this is not Salzburg, at least with
me, if you are not attending the opera,

you are living it.

Yeah, you were terrified.

But terrified, yes, yes. But I trusted
you, madame.

Oh, good.

I knew we should be friends from the
first moment that we met.

Now, where was that, my dear?

In the funiculum, on the way to lunch.

Oh, yes.

I stepped on your cello. I was so
clumsy.

But truthfully.

It was the boys.

The boys? The boys that surrounded you
everywhere.

That first caught my eye. Or did you
know that?

Nein, madame.

Now, my dear, I have a special favor
that I want you to do for me.

Franz and I are going to repeat this
morning's experiment.

At the express request of Count Egon.

Now, I want you to find me a young man.

Young, strong, strong to stand up to the
experiment. I want no after effects

because of the effect on Count Egon.

He must give a good report of me to
Thrush.

And you want me to find you a young man?

At least to tell me where to look.

She's a... This is not fair.

She's a nice girl.

Of course, she's a nice girl.

But nice girls like to look for nice
boys.

There must be some place they go.

Yeah.

There is a little tea dance under
Crosstown where they have telephones at

tables. Oh, is that still there?

You remember it, Mother?

Oh, vividly.

But I have not thought of it for so
long.

The young men telephone, then they come
to your table, and then you dance and

dance and dance.

And he must be attractive.

Yeah. And you want me to be the human
guinea pig in this experiment, sir?

eagles disappear and reappear, it's
extremely important for us to find out

would happen to a person under the same
circumstances.

Oh, yes, quite, sir.

And, uh, again, let me caution you.

Be at this thé danseant on time.

Telephone Miss Dancer the moment she
arrives at her table.

I'm on my way to Vienna now to help in
any way I can.

Yes, sir.

Oh, and Mr. Slate, whatever you do,
don't bungle this.

I'll try not to, sir.

Perfect. In life.

Good afternoon, dearly beloved. Good
afternoon. Good afternoon.

Good afternoon. Good afternoon.

Good afternoon. Good afternoon.

Good afternoon.

Well, how can one be expected to dance
to that?

I wish them to play a bewitching little
tango.

Madame, I doubt if this orchestra knows.

Oh, ridiculous.

Of course they do. Wait here for me,
Madame.

across the room at table four.

Table four?

Listen,

be sure and telephone me the minute I
sit down.

Then come rushing over to the table and
pretend not to know me.

Madam is waiting for you over there. May
I show you?

The band leader claims he is only 20 and
has never heard of a tango. It was

deliberate to make me feel old.

No.

Well, that is unimportant. This is what
we came for.

Hello? Oh, no.

But the young lady would be enchanted to
dance with you.

Oh, do join us immediately.

My dear, it was so simple one of his
gifts.

How are they going to persuade him to
come with us?

Oh, so naive. Of course, you could do it
yourself, I know, but I always employ

this.

Old -fashioned, but as effective as it
was when Lucrezia Borsio used it.

Cellini was a master of these things.

My dear boy and friend.

Do join us for a glass of wine.

Prost.

I had not expected it to work so soon.

I haven't used it in so long. It must
have grown stronger with age.

Head over.

Our friend has been taken in.

Would a couple of your boys help you
with the car?

Chanting little place you have here.
Thank you. Such a pity they no longer

That table, sir? Yes, just over there.

It looks like they're laying extra power
cables into the house.

No doubt it takes a good deal of
electricity to make a man disappear.

I still don't understand why you're not
that man.

I made a slight error, sir.

I'll get in the house.

I'll see that you do.

Mr. Slate.

Stop bungling. Start handling.

Sir?

No, no, no, no. Gita.

Gita?

There you are.

I hope I haven't delayed anything. I was
detained unavoidably.

What was her name?

Why, Gita, such a thought.

Are we nearly ready?

Certainly. And we have our human
subject. He is upstairs in the

We'll be regaining consciousness soon.

I'll tell Madame.

Yes, sir.

Make sure the bonds remain fastened.

Mark?

Where are you?

At the tree.

What on earth happened in that dance
hall?

Doesn't matter right now. I need help as
soon as possible.

As soon as I get my disguise.

Of course, frontline immediately.

How did I get here?

What is this place?

Your apartment?

You're a hi -fi addict, and you collect
op art.

I assure you, I have the least bit of
interest in hi -fi, and it's not pop

Your head's spinning.

Lie back and relax.

What happened now?

The game?

Do you kiss me?

No. I just want to get out of this
thing.

What is it?

Well, it's a... It's a cage with a false
bottom.

No home's complete without one.

I do hope you're mechanically minded.

What's it for?

I think it's a bit of slate of hands
designed to convince us that Madame

Volander's reorganizing machine.

Really works.

When it doesn't.

I beg your pardon.

What?

Well, you see, there was this bird
trying to attack me. An eagle.

A madam turned a ray on it and it
disappeared. It was supposed to reappear

here. But as you can see with this false
bottom, it's obviously another bird.

Never mind.

Just get me loose and I'll explain it to
you once I get you out of here.

Out? Why should I want to leave?

This is charming, your flag.

Such a unique approach to interior
decoration.

Also, there's you, too.

Alone at last.

Please!

What happened?

You drugged the wine and brought me here
to have your way with me?

Oddly enough, you're not too far off the
mark.

Very well.

I surrender.

What's your name?

Dieter.

Listen, Dieter.

I'm sure you surrendered divinely. And I
may take you up on a later date right

now. I don't have the time.

You're in terrible danger.

We must get you out of here as quickly
as possible.

The Sultan's returned unexpectedly and
is about to slay everyone in the harem.

No, no.

Just you.

Now listen to me.

Somewhere in this room is a death ray.

And by unanimous consent, you've been
chosen as its first human subject.

Now look, it's only a story and a half
drop.

Once you get down, run like a bunny for
the wall. Over the wall and go. Just go

anywhere and hide.

You are serious?

Certainly. There is danger?

Yes. What about yourself?

Don't worry about me. I'll manage.

But if you're in danger, what kind of a
man am I to leave a young girl like

yourself here undetected?

A very wise man. Now, go, please.

Here, you.

Put that down.

Come in here.

Move the piano.

I want this entire side of the wall
clear. Put it over there.

Of course.

Uncle Agent, house!

Good, good.

No, this will fail there.

Madame! Madame!

There is a non -collision!

What? I'm in here. What is it?

There is a non -collision, madame. Not
France allowed to store his uniform.

There he is!

What?

gone. Someone has got into the house.

He's knocked out one of the guards.

Stole his uniform.

Oh, only to be expected, I suppose.

Uncle generally hears of interesting
developments.

Blue alert.

Electrify all entrances and exits.

April.

April.

Wait. Too late. Back in with you.

April, dear.

I beg you not to overexcite him.

Feeling better, huh?

Ja, danke schön.

Ja, well enough to join the rest of us.

Bring him into the drawing room quickly,
my dear.

Ja.

Bring the machines down from upstairs.

What is it? The machines.

We must begin immediately.

They take time even to move.

They're heavy.

But we have no time.

Uncle has ruined too many things for me
to run any chance of now.

Perhaps we should postpone. Why?

Surely you're not afraid of one little
uncle agent?

Anyway, we have no time. The head of
Flash Council is coming his way here.

You see, whatever happened, We must not
alarm the boy.

Slate. Mr. Slate, where are you?

The piano.

Well, get out at once.

We've learned that Thrush is sending a
gang of operatives disguised as Uncle

Ben. You must get that machine before
they do.

Shh, sir. The place is swarming with
guards.

I'm sending assistance and...

Here it is.

Ah, here it is.

Mr. Slade.

Mr. Slade.

Oh, how unfortunate that you have no
longing at all, my dear. We could have

impromptu musicale.

I do so enjoy the impromptu in life,
don't you? The happy accident. Well,

is how we met our dear April, or how we
met you.

Oh, now do play, please.

The piano is like France.

An old instrument, but I think in tune.

Not that kind of pianist, madame. I play
in a nightclub. It's mostly umpapa,

umpapa. Oh, how refreshing.

Well, I'm sure whatever you do, you do
it most artistically.

Now, I insist you must play.

You're very kind, madame, but it's time
I returned. We start early at the club.

Oh, no.

No, no, no, no. You can't leave. Not
now.

No, the Count has many interests in
nightclubs. It could be helpful to you.

Now, so start, I insist.

Oh, any little thing.

Well, I see what France is up to.

I don't know what to play.

I'm not used to such a beautiful
instrument.

Play.

It sounds like they're very something.

Oh! There he goes!

I'm here!

I'm here!

An uncle communicator.

I have not heard in years.

You hear it, Egon?

Someone has an uncle communicator.

There is an uncle agent in this room.

Who is it?

Don't be ridiculous, Gita. What will I
be doing with an uncle communicator?

I don't know.

But I find out.

Which of you has it?

Don't try to hide it, you can't.

Me. Impossible.

You cannot be an uncle agent. I picked
you up myself in the darn wall.

What is your name?

Mark Slade.

Tell me all the instructions that you
have from Uncle.

Uncle.

Uncle Puzzi on Mama's side?

Or Uncle Fritz on Papa's?

Uncle. The secret organization,
Alexander Waverly.

Who?

Something is wrong with the truth here.
The very deepest, Uncle.

I'm sure I've been told to forget
everything under this kind of drug.

But he has never heard of Uncle.

He told us more when he was conscious.

Personally, I can no longer even take
bicarbonate of soda.

A little pineapple juice, please.

That's the extent of my medication.

It doesn't matter.

The experiment will be completed in a
few moments.

And whatever Uncle has planned, now we
are in guard against him.

Keep an eye on him. He gives no trouble.
I get the men to take the last of the

machines. We should proceed, huh, Egon?

Oh, I'm very anxious, too. As soon as
the Thrive Council arrives, of course

there must still be the other uncle
agent somewhere, the one who took care

the guard outside.

Oh, I'm not afraid.

I have you, I have the guards, I have
France here, and I have my dear

April.

Well, we are a match for anything uncle
can do, huh?

Open Channel D, please.

Channel D.

Come in, Miss Dancer.

Where's Mr. Slade?

I don't know, sir.

They almost caught him. They got his
communicator. He's somewhere hiding in

house.

I thought as much.

Well, delay things as long as you can.

I'm here in Vienna myself now with a
crew of uncle men all ready to seize the

equipment. With any luck at all, your
friend the Count will mistake us for his

men disguised as uncle agents.

And what about the thrush operatives,
sir? When will they be here?

Well, they'll be delayed.

Or stopped altogether.

Oh, don't worry.

We'll be there before them.

Seize the machine.

Right.

Were you talking to somebody?

I heard voices.

To the boy, sir. I was trying to find
out some information about Uncle.

Doctor, you cannot go through with this
experiment.

It's not science. It's murder.

Have you been trying?

I am not ashamed.

I found out about the cage and the
eagle. This is not the same eagle we

outside. Your great invention, Doctor,
is a fake.

If you tell this to a living soul...

I will not have to tell anyone. They
will find out soon enough when you fail

reorganize him.

I have had no choice.

I have none now.

Madam is going to find out this is all
an illusion, a trick.

She can't help but find out.

She won't find out.

I'll tell her it was a power failure,
mechanical failure, anything.

For years I've been deceiving her, lying
to her.

The one thing that's kept her alive is
her hope that she could rejoin the

organization.

I didn't count on her calling Egan so
soon.

She always liked him even in the old
days.

I might have guessed she wanted to show
him she could still be powerful.

And even perhaps persuade him to go back
with her.

And what about the boy?

You're going to continue with this
charade knowing he will be killed?

He's an uncle agent, isn't he?

Why shouldn't he die?

I have no sympathy.

They've tried to get rid of us often
enough.

Let him die.

One less in the world, I say.

Now, take down that computer, that
amplifier.

And I want those batteries too, hurry.

Is that where you've been?

I've been climbing all over the house
looking for you.

I wonder if the old girl knows the whole
place is full of dry rot, termites and

rats.

If you ask me, they're all a bunch of
rats.

Did you hear that, Doctor?

He didn't seem to take to him much, did
he?

Mark, we can't let them kill him. We've
got to get him out of here.

What, and give the game away before the
boys come and grab the prize apple?

Look, if they don't get the death ray,
there are going to be a lot more corpses

lying around than that kid, believe me.

Sometimes I think you're as inhuman as
they are.

Sometimes you're right.

Well?

Take your clothes off.

I beg your pardon?

You, my dear friend and associate, are
going to take his place on the cot.

Well, you'll look enough alike if you
lie on your face.

Well, I'm game.

What do we do with the piano player?

In there.

In the cage?

Right. Isn't that a rather obvious place
to hide anyone?

I don't think so.

Especially when the cage has a trick
bottom.

Well, something tells me.

But when he comes to, he ain't gonna
like it.

April?

April?

Why do you lock the door?

It's the other agent.

I didn't like being left alone here with
the door open.

I was frightened.

My poor girl.

When you have been at this business as
long as I, these little things do not

frighten you. The act of stimulants.

Oh, don't tell poor Franz Josef or Egon.
But with all the mess and the muddle

and everything, I have not felt so well
as this in years.

He's still sleeping. I cannot
understand.

And why the theorem did not work.

It's baffling. In here, hurry.

Be careful.

Give it to Dr. von Schoenberg in the
drawing room. Take the man on the

also.

Don't drop him.

I'd better keep a hand on him, April.

Oh, yes, take the cage down, too.

It's a cage.

Oh, yes.

When we reorganize his molecules, it's
better he keep under restraint.

One never knows in these things, you
know.

We may not reorganize all of him.

For instance, his brain.

The men are all here, Count.

Ready to move in and seize the
equipment. On your signal.

I'll use this.

We must be sure Madame Volander thinks
you're uncle agents.

And rather she blame Alec Waverly than
Trash.

That should do it.

Obvious but effective.

And don't hurt anyone, especially me.

Tie us up and get out with the machine.

Yes, sir.

Oh, Egon.

Egon. Count Egon, where are you?

Right here, right here. We are ready to
begin.

Oh, good.

Gentlemen.

I've located the master switch.

When Madame presses the molecular
reorganizer, I'll pull the switch. You

under the settee.

You do here is to obey your sultan and
you live ten thousand years.

Personally, I'll settle for three score
and ten.

Are you ready?

April, get out of the way. You're too
close to the machine.

Count the demonstration that you asked
for.

That will prove everything.

We trust so.

The molecular reorganizer will make the
man disappear from there and

reappear in that cage, just as we did
with the eagle this morning.

We can't ask for more than that, can we?

All right.

Put on your underbatches. Come on.

We've blown a fuse. I told you. The
circuits are overloaded. But I can't

the machine has worked or not. The
auxiliary power.

Hurry. Hurry.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh, Frank.

Frank. I can't.

I've done it!

I've done it!

Poor Jeta Verlander.

Have they taken her away yet?

Yes, sir.

She still doesn't quite know what
happened.

Now I suppose she never will.

I don't know that I will either, nor
that I want to.

I don't understand anything.

Oh, yes, you do.

At least now you know better than to
pick up girls in dance halls.

I work in one.

And I never did play for you.

You must come and hear me.

We're leaving on the ten o 'clock plane.

Such a beautiful instrument.

If only the rest of it were here.

And you had your cello. You could make
beautiful music together.

I doubt it, the cello business was a
gambit.

Actually, she's turned it.

Untrue.

I can hum practically everything.

Love songs?

Especially love songs.

I wonder what became of the rest of it.

I believe the theory is, sir, that it's
not actually been destroyed, simply

pushed into the fourth dimension.

Fourth dimension?

What is that?

It means it still exists, but you can't
see it.

If only it did.

The piano concerto came to you on Armed
Forces Radio through the cooperation

of... Mark's communicated there.

Ever since the piano lid hit it, it's
been receiving short waves.

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