All language subtitles for Cloak and Dagger - 1984

- Well, Curtis, you've revised the mixture?
- Yes, sir.

With the bubbles less dense, it
should be more easily disposable.

That's fine, but not at
the expense of potency.

It must be potent.

- Three-point-four, at least, sir.
- Three-point-four, my goodness.

Well, let's have
a look, shall we?

You in there, stop
wiggling around, please.

All right, let's get on with it.

Let's go, Harvey.

At 3.4, that should suffice.

- Blow it out. Let's see what we've got.
- Yes, sir.

All right, Harvey,
turn on the fans.

Excellent. Excellent.

He dissolved beautifully.

We figure Kuryakin was probably
someplace near the Gulf of Aqaba...

at the time his report
was interrupted.

Although the Thrush
experimental lab itself...

could be hidden in any of
a hundred desert wadis...

from Mecca north to
Damascus, we just don't know yet.

Well, we'd better
know, and soon.

No horse, no provisions. What
is he doing there, that one?

Oh. Oh, so now before
you rob and attack a man...

you worry whether or
not it will disturb him, huh?

Be careful with your
tongue, daughter.

Sophie, you do not talk to me like
that in front of my own men, please.

Come on, you leave those two baboons of
yours alone, they will capture each other.

Aah!

- Take what he has and finish him.
- No!

- It was my knife that took him, he's mine.
- What kind of nonsense...?

For months you promised
me a new camel, no? Huh?

All right, then, I take...

No!

Now. Now I take this skinny little
fellow who is my property and I sell him.

I sell him at the
marketplace at Aqaba...

and I get enough money
to buy me a new camel.

Oh, no, woman.

You two, go get the horses.

Quickly, you lizard-eyed filth.

Sophie, the camel I did promise,
yes, but not to kill a traveler.

- It is against tradition.
- Hmm?

Look at him, my
daughter, look at that leg.

So we cut off the leg.

I sell him as is
anyway, half price.

But he will bleed to death.

So then I sell only his yellow
hair and throw the rest of him away.

Here's another one.

In not one dossier that U.N.C.L.E.
possesses on Thrush personnel...

is there any information about
a man after his 65th birthday.

So what? They probably retire
them just like anybody else.

That's just it. If any of Thrush's
retired personnel were still around...

we'd have a record, wouldn't
we? But we've got nothing.

Check with Mr. Waverly,
see if he's busy.

You mean when Thrush retires their
personnel at 65, they make it permanent?

Mr. Waverly, would you please?

You'd better inform Personnel...

that we don't expect
Mr. Kuryakin to be returning.

Oh, he'll turn up, sir.
It's only been 48 hours.

He is pretty good at making it
up as he goes along, you know.

Wishful thinking, I'm afraid.

The Arabian desert isn't
quite Palm Springs, you know.

- Yes?
- Mr. Waverly, it's me again.

Research Department?

Ask him about Illya.

Good grief, woman, can't you and
Mr. Solo find someone else to bother today?

I appreciate his concern
about Mr. Kuryakin...

It's only that, sir, he thought you might
talk to him for a moment about an idea...

Young woman, as I've
told you three times today...

Uh, yes, Mr. Waverly.

Mitzi, assuming that,
uh, Thrush does very

quietly knock off its
personnel at age 65...

and assuming that the prospective
retirees are not aware of the fact...

that they're going to get an
unexpected death benefit...

if we could get ahold of
a little old Thrush man...

Illya was looking for that lab where
Thrush was developing a new vaporizer.

All right, get me
all of the dossiers...

on, uh, Research and
Development of Thrush personnel.

And pray a little, Mitzi...

that we find a nice,
retiring Thrush gentleman.

One, one.

Floor, one, two.

Peter...

Well, Lewin.

- Hello, Mr. Norman.
- Big day, huh?

Oh, that wasn't too bad, sir.

Of course, the shipment of those
final chemicals for the Arabian project...

Oh, that. That isn't quite
what I meant, Lewin.

I'm sorry, sir. What
did you have in mind?

Good heavens, man, have you
forgotten your own retirement?

Oh.

Uh, no, I haven't, sir. Uh...

It's just the Arabian project
has been on my mind...

Ah, you forget that and relax.

After the dinner Thrush gives you tonight,
you won't have a worry in the world.

Thank you, Mr. Norman.

- Uh, I'll be there promptly, sir.
- I'll look forward to seeing you.

Unbelievable old man.

You know, we probably won't
be able to kill him like the others.

We'll have to bash him with a
stick until his mainspring breaks.

David, I really don't think we're even
going to have to touch the savings.

- Your pension should...
- What about the boat?

No, I figured that in. Oh...

Oh, David, I really
can't believe it.

Retirement. Oh...

Yes.

Those were good
years with Thrush.

Watching the company
grow, being a part of it all.

David?

- David.
- Go to the bedroom and stay there.

Mr. Lewin.

Mr. Lewin, you're much too
close to the good life for that.

Put the gun down,
please, on the desk.

Thank you.

Now, uh, Mr. Lewin, my crystal ball
has it that Thrush is going to favor you...

with a retirement dinner
and a gold pocket watch...

for 31 years of self-sacrificing
loyalty, is that, uh, correct?

Who are you? How did
you know where I live?

Well, ahem, when a man
retires, he generally takes a trip.

You left your address with a travel
agent, I found him and found you.

Won't you please sit down here?

Now, as your brand-new, friendly U.N.C.L.E.
insurance agent, I'd like to tell you...

U.N.C.L.E.? Now, look, I, uh... I
was in the Transportation section.

I never... I never...
At least, let my wife...

Mr. Lewin, would you please
not interrupt my sales pitch?

Now, the moment one retires from Thrush,
you not only cease to be an asset...

you become a
distinct liability...

because you know all those
dark, dirty little secrets, don't you?

Now, we know
you're going to retire...

but if you'll peruse this
carefully-drawn file...

I think you'll notice that
they're also going to kill you.

Go ahead, examine it.

I'm certain you'll find U.N.C.L.E.'s
fringe benefits far superior.

Take a look, please.

Could you make me a
little tea, please, Mrs. Lewin?

Thank you.

Go ahead, examine it.

How do you do?

Oh, thank you very much.

I take care of the leg.
They do not cut it off.

That's very, very kind.

Oh, no, that's business.

One entire man buys
one entire camel in Aqaba.

Aqaba.

Listen, I have to get there to
send a message. It's extremely...

It would be very dangerous
if you lose any more blood.

You make no more noise, you
lose no more blood, all right?

Huh?

But ever since Charlie
Jacobs retired from Thrush...

we've been getting postcards from
Majorca about the living conditions.

No, no. Your friend Charlie
Jacobs was assassinated...

two days after he had
his retirement dinner.

That's his morgue
photo right there.

How did they, uh...?

They gave him a
gold watch. Engraved.

Very much as I expect
they're going to give you.

Forty-eight hours
later, it blew up.

And he was thrown halfway
across the English Channel.

But you don't
understand, Mr. Solo.

Thrush has always given David
wonderful accident and health benefits...

a stock-option plan even.

Remember when I had that
horrible appendicitis, how they...?

Yes. SOLO: Mrs. Lewin...

your husband is 65 years of age.

And without our help,
meaning U.N.C.L.E.'s help...

his life expectancy on
the actuarial tables is zero.

That fact should be evident.

Look at that.

It is.

After 31 years...

What do you want me to do?

I want the files,
statistics, location...

and all programming on the
experimental Thrush vaporizer.

Listen, I very much regret the
demise of your previous camel, but...

You mentioned other animals...

belonging to your people
have also died recently.

And the water holes polluted
and the grazing foliage rotted.

Sometimes I think this
land is cursed against us.

And your people themselves...

have any disappeared
in the last month or so?

What do you know about that?

How many men have you lost?

Seven, the first one two months
ago. But what is that to you?

- Guinea pigs for Thrush.
- What? What are you saying there?

There's something going on
that you ought to know about.

- What?
- I think you shut up now...

so you don't confuse anyone.

You're the chief of
this tribe, aren't you?

If you lead me to
Aqaba, I will help you...

You'll get to Aqaba,
skinny little fellow...

when you are healthy enough to
bring me a good price. Eat. Eat.

I can help you get rid of the
misfortunes that your people...

Sulador does not
require assistance.

I do not like you.

You give me indigestion
with your busy mouth.

You give me indigestion
again, I rip out your stomach.

And in return for the file on
the vaporizer and its location...

U.N.C.L.E. will guarantee...

Safety to live out your
retirement years in peace.

Now, where is the file?

I never was a very important
Thrush operative, Mr. Solo.

The Transportation Department
is what one might call overhead...

but I am a highly-trained one.

May I have your U.N.C.L.E.
pocket communicator, please?

My...?

If I told you the
location of the file...

what's to prevent you or a
superior that you report to...

from going there and getting it
and leaving me high and dry?

No, Mr. Solo, you and
I will go there together.

I to my dinner and you to
get the file. It's the same place.

If we come out of this alive,
then, uh, you'll get this back.

I'd appreciate it.

Hazel, will you phone a
tuxedo shop for Mr. Solo?

I'm a perfect 39, Hazel.

There's one condition, I don't
want my wife exposed to danger.

Now, she gets to a safe place
before you and I go anywhere.

All right, agreed.

Now, the Thrush office...

is, I think you'll find,
in a usual building...

but in a rather unusual
spot in that building.

Have you ever noticed that in
most hotels and office buildings...

there's no 13th floor?

Same thing applies to the
building Thrush has been using.

The public elevator goes from
the 12th floor to the 14th floor.

No one even wonders
whether there's a 13th floor.

Well, there is, Mr. Solo.

And every single day, at least
until we move to a new location...

a few hundred people blithely travel
up and down the public elevator...

directly past a major
Thrush nerve center.

Now, Mr. Solo, I'll show
you a more private elevator.

Here's the map I drew
so you'll know where to go.

Now you stay here out of sight.

In exactly three minutes, I'll
send the elevator down for you.

Oh, from this point
on, I don't know you.

I never heard of you.

If you're discovered,
then I'll be screaming

for your head just
like the rest of them.

Ah, the guest of honor.

Nice to see you, Lewin.

But where is Mrs. Lewin?

I'm afraid that's
why I'm late, sir.

Um, her arthritis was just...

- She gets it down this arm...
- That's unfortunate.

That's unfortunate.
At any rate...

George, would you take
care of our guest of honor?

- Hello, David, so nice to see you.
- Thank you.

Ladies and gentlemen, into
the main salon, if you will.

Time for the festivities.

Hi. Listen, did you ever see anything...?
Look, isn't that the oddest...?

Uh, guard, this door was supposed
to be left open, why wasn't it?

Well, sir, I don't know. Nobody
said anything to me about it.

Well, I'm saying
something. Open it.

Yes, sir.

Uh, if you don't mind, sir, perhaps
I'd better check first with Mr. Norman.

All right, uh, I'll
walk along with you.

Oh, by the way, Lewin, you
know, you were right, as usual.

We do have a problem
with the Arabian chemicals.

Johnson will be flying me down
there tonight right after dinner.

Oh, as a matter of fact,
George, telephone Rockaway...

make sure my plane's ready.

Oh, and George...

Excuse me.

I sent Johnson to check on the
validity of Mrs. Lewin's arthritic absence.

He hasn't come back.

Probably nothing, but keep
an eye out for him, will you?

How's it going?

Talk, talk, talk.

I did not tell you to stand
up, that leg has value to me.

Why did you take
that bucket from me?

Huh?

To be polite,
you silly little girl.

And before you open that
nasty, flapping mouth of yours...

I suggest that you study up a bit on
that trivial amenity called courtesy.

No wonder you're still
unmarried at your age. Oh!

Ow!

You. You with the pale blue
eyes and the golden hair.

Oh, yes, the hair. Ha-ha!

You know what those
hags are saying about you?

They're saying that you remind
them of another blond young fellow...

who came a long time ago
from far away, from out west.

A great warrior who
never wore a uniform.

He came to liberate the
desert and to glorify our tribes.

Ha-ha-ha!

You. You, the
filthy hero of Arabia.

Your, uh... Your
supper is cooked.

Better come and eat.

You're too skinny.

And yet, my friends,
when all is said and done...

there still remains the fact...

that after 31 years of
devotion and service...

David Lewin is leaving us.

And so to you, David Lewin...

to whatever far places the
winds of time may blow you.

Arabia was starving...

pinioned under the cruelty
of the Turkish thumb.

It was then that my
father came to your people.

It was then that my father
and the great Prince Faisal...

did bring together all the hitherto
divergent tribes in the desert.

Donning the white
burnoose of your people...

to hide the yellow of his hair
and the foreign pallor of his skin...

he made of your people
a great mobile army.

A massive unit
of Arabian steel...

descending out of the
dunes in a shrieking scourge...

to wreak havoc upon the enemy.

And the enemy knew
him well, my father.

And the world came
to know him well too.

This quiet, complex,
blond young man in Arabia.

And at the end of it all...

after Aqaba...

after the steaming
hell of the Sinai...

and the cutting of the railways
at Mafraq and Arar and Mezerib...

after all this...

my father gave back to the tribes,
back to Arabia, the greatest gift of all:

Damascus, the jeweled city.

And my father's labor was done.

Truly, he is the
son of Lawrence.

In time of trouble, ignorant people
grab too anxiously at the straws of hope.

What they see in that young
man diminishes my leadership.

Tonight, when my daughter sleeps,
you will take him far into the desert...

and you will return without him.

All right, speak to
me, musclehead.

Now, do we get that steel bathtub open
or do I perform a messy frontal lobotomy?

But I don't know. I couldn't
open it no matter what.

All right, who
could open it? Who?

Mr. Norman. He's the only
one that has the combination.

All right, you're going out
to that intercom system...

and you're going to
page your Mr. Norman.

Keep in mind that behind
you is one very well-dressed...

and very nervous
homicidal maniac.

Get up.

I don't care what it involves,
arrange for in-flight refueling.

Mr. Norman's plane will
leave directly for Arabia.

Red warning. Red warning.

Seal all exits, vents and
ducts, we've got a trespasser.

Come on, up.

Uninvited guest, sir. He
clobbered Johnson and...

Where's the corridor guard?

Spread out, units of two.

No one in here.

You forgot to mention
they have a steel vault.

Norman's going to the Arabian
station tonight, Rockaway Airport.

Well, that's some help.
Let's get out of here.

No, no. No, I'm frightened.

- Come on.
- Here, you take this.

- Come on.
- No. Leave me alone.

You get out of here.
Leave me alone.

Be sure. Check all air conditioning
vents and generator room.

Well, whoever he is, he
didn't come in with one of us.

Who was the last
guest to arrive?

Lewin.

Lewin, who arrived
late and alone.

There's the guard.

You, guard.

I Assume you're
standing rather unhappily...

at the kitchen door right now...

wondering if there's
another way out.

There isn't one, I'm afraid.

You see, I sealed the door
electrically from up here.

Why don't you make yourself
a sandwich? I'll be right down.

Stop it!

Stop it, I say!

Did I send you to attack my own
daughter, you insect-ridden slime?

You send these two ridiculous
creatures to take my property?

Why, Papa? Why?

Perhaps it is because
the great Sulador is afraid.

Why else would he send
this scum to snuff me out?

It is because he is afraid...

that I, and not he, am able to
lead you against this evil thing...

that has killed your men
and your grazing stock...

and led you to ruin.

You may lead my people,
foreigner, if you remain alive to do so.

Woman, kindle the fire.

- Papa, ple...
- See to it!

And all of you shall judge the merits
of him who would usurp my authority...

as soon as the weapons
have been prepared.

Well. Well, we're
moving soon anyway.

Johnson, I hope you're sufficiently
recovered to fly my plane.

We wouldn't want to
endanger our passenger's life.

I should just toss you to
Thrush Central, you know?

Let them peel your skin off.

Unfortunately, your treason
would reflect on my own record.

But why take me to Arabia?

Mr. Lewin, we have some
in-flight chatting to do, you and I...

regarding your final retirement.

You know, our experimental vaporizer
might well use another guinea pig...

with which to test its potency.

And Lewin, you did
engender a security leak.

Mr. Norman, please.

On the other hand...

you could choose to tell me the
nature of your disgusting conduct...

what that U.N.C.L.E.
agent was seeking.

The Arabian file.

- What?
- Well, they know about the vaporizer.

- And the new location?
- Well, I...

- Lewin!
- I don't know how much they know...

sir.

I see.

Well, well, it seems that an
ounce of prevention is in order.

I'll have the vaporizer
moved to a new location...

before an U.N.C.L.E.
attack can even be mounted.

Thank you, Lewin.

How original. Red-hot pokers.

You see? You see?

My father binds his own legs so as
not to win by an advantage, hmm?

- If you should do harm to Sulador, I...
- A skinny little fellow like me?

Why don't you take that
sparsely furnished mind of yours...

and go and join the other
elderly unmarried women?

You're not to kill
him, you understand?

I mean, after all,
he is my possession.

And if you think I'm gonna wait
six months for my new camel...

Enough!

This is no minor affair.

Does Sulador yield?

Yield?

I am not so small
a man, foreigner.

No, Sulador does not yield.

The wound should be redressed.

It is a brave thing to
throw victory away...

to let an adversary live.

My people will follow you.

I, Sulador, shall decree it.

In two hours, the light
will come. You rest till then.

The girl would like
to help with the leg.

All right, I'll meet him
as soon as he lands.

Spit and polish in here for the
next couple of hours, gentlemen.

We're having visitors.

Oh.

You feel good?

I feel good, thank you.

Here. Here is the white
burnoose of the leader.

Sulador gives it.

Thank you.

I shall try to
wear it with honor.

You tell Sulador to
pick his best men.

If they're having visitors, they'll be
opening those steel doors of theirs.

- Mr. Norman...
- My aide is still in the plane.

Tell your men he'll be
following with a prisoner.

Let's go, Lewin.

They're not gonna hold those
doors open for us any longer.

How did you get here?

Make up your mind. At least
with me, you've got some chance.

- What?
- All right, they haven't seen him...

so until we're inside, I'm he and
you're my little Thrush prisoner.

- Inside?
- Give me a hand with him.

I wanna get a shot at that
vaporizer. Let's get his clothes off.

So with the potency at 3.4, we're able
to get the vaporization going much...

Captain, I am trying to impress
upon you the urgency of this matter.

- The vaporizer must be moved.
- There's no need to shout, Mr. Norman.

This is a small station.

- I just don't have the authority to...
- Captain!

You don't have the time to get
the authority from Thrush Central...

your mother or anybody else.

I take full responsibility.

Attention, all personnel...

this is emergency evacuation
K-D, effect immediate.

Repeat, effect immediate.

Now, as to that remark about
my mother, Mr. Norman...

Whoever belongs to that plane
will have to come out sooner or later.

And when those steel doors open:

All right, stay here where
you won't be underfoot.

Go on.

Is that somebody's children
having a Halloween party?

No, no. They're intermolecular.

The engineers use them for, uh,
protection against the vaporizer.

Now.

Get inside. - Open fire.

Follow that Kuryakin.

Get the door closed.

Turn around. Use the vaporizer.

- But our own men...
- Use it!

I'll close the entrance
doors from the control panel.

No. Stay with it, David,
you're doing great.

Whoever you are, my friend,
I should like to thank you.

I should have known who it was
when I saw you trip over you own feet.

Gee, I wish I had
a dress like that.

I guess U.N.C.L.E. owes
you and Mrs. Lewin a boat...

with a lot of anonymity
to sail it around in.

Well, we'd be most
grateful, Mr. Solo.

I look for skinny young
man with yellow hair.

You've seen him?

Uh, well, I...

He is one of us
now, we keep him.

Uh, I keep him.

Oh, you keep him? I see.

Well, I think that limping bunny
there is, uh, the one you, um...

Right there. Excuse.

Very disturbed young man.