All language subtitles for The Man From U.N.C.L.E. S02E02 The Alexander the Greater Affair (2).eng

Keep all transatlantic channels
open for Mr. Solo, please.

What is it, Mr. Farrell?

When you do reach Mr. Solo
and Mr. Kuryakin, sir...

I think it would be good
policy to remind them...

that although they have
unlimited expense accounts...

Budget Control feels this present
mission is getting completely out of hand.

Oh, really?

So far, my department has
vouchers for clothes replacement...

airline travel to and
from the United States...

and all over the
Mediterranean...

a company car, completely
demolished in a rock quarry.

And now a company helicopter
from our Athens office...

is presumably lost or
missing on a Greek island.

I'll speak to Mr. Solo about
it as soon as I hear from him.

Thank you, sir. We have
to hold the line somewhere.

Yes, don't we?

In my own grandiose way, I have
broken every moral commandment.

Except number seven,
which you interrupted...

but that will be executed
in fairly short order.

And number six,
"thou shalt not kill."

Anyone we know?

Possibly. I'll kill him myself
and walk away a free man.

It's all a part of
my master plan.

From that moment on, I
will be Alexander the Greater.

No one will stop me.

- What are you going to do about Tracey?
- Tie them together.

Mr. Kavon... My Aristotle, if you like.
- -and I are on our way to Washington.

Goodbye.

And you know how awkward it is
to get space without a reservation.

Lower the scimitar.

I'm going show you the heritage of the
ancient cultures of the Mediterranean.

Well, I tell you, I really wouldn't
wanna inconvenience you here.

Beautiful, is it not?

It's razor-sharp, of course.

It's a new steel process.

I get 15 to 20 times more use
out of each one of these blades.

Operates on the principle
of the lowering pendulum.

Each swing lowers a few
inches, until eventually...

Of course, there are some
people who might say...

this is torturous.

Well, I tell you, I really never
listen to what people say.

Now, Mr. Solo...

just the same, I shall
relieve your anxiety.

Lower the rope of Pericles.

This is a little something we use for
those who commit sacrilege in our tombs.

Raise them.

Faster, faster. TRACEY: Ah!

Tie it off.

You see, the candle will
burn through the rope.

But that is not all.

Bottomless, of course, Mr. Solo.

Come.

It's no use.

- Now what are we gonna do?
- Well...

Uh...

The best we can.

- The rope.
- What are you going to do?

Aim very carefully.

You hung up? Huh?

So Mr. Alexander is
going to kill someone.

But who?

When?

He still has the BG30 will gas.
Puts us in a very vulnerable position.

All we know is that he said he was
gonna take a flight to Washington.

Our Washington intelligence survey
has only been able to uncover...

the name of a health salon for men
and women called The Grecian Urn.

It's owned by AX Enterprises
Incorporated, which in turn is owned...

by Alexander Incorporated, which
in turn, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.

Well, you'll have to
start there, I suppose.

Well, Mr. Alexander
gives us very little to go on.

Now, where is this
Mrs. Alexander?

She's in my office now. I had her
brought in for a security interview.

I doubt if she knows much more
than we do about Alexander, though.

Well, I suppose I must
talk to her just the same.

The most direct course
would be to force his hand.

If we can get his
wife to show herself...

No, that's out of the question.

Much too dangerous.

We can hardly
expect her to do that.

I think you'll find her
unusually cooperative.

All right, Arnold. I'll stop by
and pick them up in the morning.

Thank you. Goodbye.

My lawyer. I'm getting a fresh
change of settlement papers.

- Hello, you must be Mr. Waverly.
- How do you do, Mrs. Alexander?

We want to discuss with you...

I feel so much more
secure now that I've met you.

Oh, thank you.

I wondered if I might speak
to you for a moment. Privately.

Yes, if you like.

Gentlemen.

Yes. We'll be outside
in case you need us.

Thank you. TRACEY: Um...

Now, I don't know how much
they might have told you about me...

but I'd like to talk
to you for a moment.

Uh...

It's about my million dollars.

Mr. Solo told me you were
trying to get a divorce...

and property settlement
from Alexander.

I'd like to join
forces with you.

Now, I have an idea how I can
help us all catch up with Alexander.

Oh, yes?

I could expose myself.

You'd be following me, of
course. We'd force his hand.

And my peaches are the
best you've ever tasted.

I like this farm. It harmonizes
with the pastoral side of my nature.

I raise organic
health foods here.

If I may ask, Mr. Alexander, when
do you plan to hold the assassination?

Tonight.

I have arranged for your
Washington embassy...

to hold a special party
for your nation's president.

I will be there to make
a goodwill speech. I

will kill him immediately
after my remarks.

With the president dead, the loyalist
democratic forces should collapse.

Our opposition
will be scattered.

It should be simple
enough to stage a coup.

And what about Prince
Phanong, Mr. Alexander?

I've already taken care of
that. I'm very close to his wife.

I must admit that your plan
has an almost Oriental subtlety.

The Washington embassy is
technically part of our country...

not the United States.

So our new administration
will hail you as a hero.

A very nice arrangement.

This is the BG30 will gas.

Its use will chemically disable
your opposition's will to win.

Thank you.

Our country's indebted to
you for all you have done.

We'll look forward
to hear from you.

Thank you, General
Man-Phang. General Bon Phouma.

- Thank you.
- Have a pleasant, pleasant voyage.

- I did not know they were here.
- Well, I didn't wanna bother you.

If you'll excuse me, I have
an engagement in Washington.

Yes, I'll get my traveling
crutch and be right with you.

I'd like to have you come, but I'm
afraid it's a rather personal matter.

Of course, if that's
the way you want it.

Can you rely on these men?

Oh, yes, they're reliable. But
they're second-rate intellects.

I shouldn't have any trouble using
their country as my personal power base.

From there, I can
subvert all of Asia.

Where the devil did I put
the keys to my sports car?

- Is our plan working well, Alexander?
- Perfectly.

I will conquer the
world in no time at all.

Along the way, I will break each
of the moral commandments.

- That's not bad for a beginner.
- No.

You were always a good student.

Well, I owe everything to you.

I wouldn't want you to
think I'd forgotten that.

I found this on my bed stand.

Oh, really?

What is it?

An advertisement.

Some place in Arizona
called Retirement City.

A place where they
keep old people.

Here they are.

Well, it must have
come for you in the mail.

I've heard of the place. I
understand it's very nice.

Well, I have to change if I'm going to
beat the Washington noontime traffic.

It's almost 1:30.

I know.

But my husband will
be home at any moment.

I know.

He's very punctual, isn't he?

What are you doing here?

I just stopped off to pay
my respects to your wife.

I will kill you.

No, you won't.
You're not suited for it.

Don't worry, I won't tell anyone you're
not prince enough to keep your wife.

What are you trying to do to me?

I'm buying you off.

I'm guaranteeing that
you will support the junta...

that will overthrow
your new government.

Don't worry. This
is my last visit.

Ahh!

We'll cover you from here.

They'll have someone
follow you once you come out.

We will have to
keep our distance.

In there, you'll have to
make your story convincing.

You might even have to
appear a little critical of us.

Well, it'll be
difficult, but I'll try.

- Well, what if they won't let me come out?
- Then we'll come in.

You sure you'll be all right?

I'll be fine.

Good afternoon. May I help you?

- I'd like to see Mr. Alexander, please.
- Mr. Alexander.

I'm sorry, but I'm afraid that
we have no Mr. Alexander here.

You must have the wrong address.

Well, wherever he is, just tell him that
Mrs. Alexander would like to see him.

That's me.

Mr. Arnold, Mr. Prince
and Mr. Bruce are available.

You may inform him that I
have some very valuable...

and very expensive
information for him.

Yes, sir.

The girls will show
you to Room A.

That won't be necessary. Just see
that Alexander gets my message.

If anyone wants
me, I'll be in Room A.

- Can Mr. Alexander be reached?
- Not at the moment.

- You try to locate him.
- Yes, sir.

Now, I'm going to step out of
my office for a few moments.

You hold all my calls, please.

What are you doing to her?

I did not say, "Give
her a beauty treatment."

- I thought you were trying to torture me.
- You, out, out, out! Leave us alone, out!

Well, I can't say
it's nice to see you

again. Could you hand
me my clothes, please?

How did you get
out of your tomb?

Well, you see, there was this
lamp. And we rubbed it three times.

What do you want with Mr. Alexander?
What information do you have?

I'll tell Alexander
when I see him.

Ow!

- Now, would you please turn around?
- Are you working for the U.N.C.L.E.?

The U.N.C.L...? Oh, U.N.C.L.E.
No, there's no profit in that.

All I wanna do is make a trade.
Would you turn around, please?

You're so nasty.

I'll tell him what they know about
his plans here in Washington...

and all he has to do is
give me my settlement.

How do I know I can trust you?

Well, that's just one of the chances you
have to take in the espionage business.

Have you heard
from Mr. Alexander?

Not yet?

Have them bring my car
around the front, please.

Excuse me...

Mr. Ingo is in charge
of the men's division.

- He'll be right with you.
- Well, actually, I was looking for...

I am Ingo.

Of course.

I know what your problem is.

Is it that easy to tell?

Yes. Inactivity.

All businessmen today suffer
from inactivity. I'll show you.

I'm going to put you on a
program of vigorous exercise...

and give you a diet of
high-vitality organic health food.

I sell some of the best organic health
food as a service to my customers.

We must purify your system.

Your blood has been poisoned
by impurities. I'll get a chart.

I'll take it from here.

All right. Now, just relax and don't...
- Ah!

Ah, Mr. Solo.

Ingo. Give him the
complete workout.

Condition red. Give
everyone the afternoon off.

Napoleon, they just
boarded a limousine.

I'm going to be busy for
a while. You go ahead.

All right, I'll check
back with you later.

Please.

What is she doing here?
She's supposed to be dead.

A wife's place is by her husband.
Thanks for your concern just the same.

What is she doing here?

She said that she had information
that U.N.C.L.E. knows of all your plans.

What information do you have?

It'll cost you a
million dollars.

My personal check
on the Swiss account.

Now, what do you know?

Oh, that. Well, ahem, I, uh...

I, uh...

I know that U.N.C.L.E. is very
upset about what you've been doing.

And you're gonna get in a
lot of trouble if you don't stop.

And if I were you, I'd stop people...
Putting people in tombs and...

When are you ever going to
learn that money isn't everything?

How do you know she
wasn't followed by an agent?

She was followed by Solo, but
Ingo is taking very good care of him.

How do you know she wasn't followed
by more than one U.N.C.L.E. agent?

- I don't know, but you see...
- Parviz, I'm very disappointed in you.

- Yes.
- How did you get out of that tomb?

- Yes, sir?
- Security check.

Yes, sir.

Unauthorized personnel
coming across the field.

- Well, bring him in.
- Yes, sir.

Security conditions red.

Hi there.

Coffee, tea or milk?

Just how much did your organization
know of my plans, Mr. Kuryakin?

We know enough to stop you.

My advice to you is to
quit while you're ahead.

Words to live by.

They don't know anything. Just
enough to waste my valuable time.

Why haven't I heard from Ingo?

Hello. ALEXANDER: Ingo.

No, Ingo can't come to
the phone, Alexander.

Mr. Solo, I have something
for you to think about.

Here with me, I have both
Mr. Kuryakin and my former wife.

I hope you're having a good
time. Perhaps I could join you.

Your organization had better not interfere
with my plans, or I'll kill them both.

That won't help you,
Alexander. May I remind you...?

I doubt if that will help very much,
but it will keep you alive a little longer.

I may need you later
for bargaining power.

Call Gamar Hosseine.

Go upstairs and prepare yourself. You're
going to a reception with me tonight.

- What kind of reception?
- Never mind, just go upstairs.

Your gown will
be sent up to you.

And just exactly what am I
expected to do at this reception?

- Just stay as beautiful as you are.
- Well, thank you.

And if I go with you, will you
promise not to have him killed?

Oh, yes, yes, I'm sure you
wouldn't want me to do that.

Well, that's very
thoughtful of you.

- And if I don't go, you will kill him?
- Yes, don't leave yourself out.

Oh, well, in that case, I can't think of
when I've had a more tempting offer.

You take her
upstairs. Don't lose her.

- Yes, Mr. Alexander.
- I'll be along later.

Mr. Kavon, I have a
surprise for you, a gift.

Yes. I should do some
work on my experiments.

What sort of experiments?

Oh, something that will take your
mind off of all this unpleasantness.

What sort of experiments?

Come, I will show you.

Uh-huh.

I wanna go to Alexandria, Virginia.
Do you know how far that is?

Hey, listen. Turn
around and look at me.

Have you ever heard
of a brotherhood...

called the Sons of
Medea, Mr. Kuryakin?

I've read about it.

It's an obscure Greek
brotherhood of fanatics.

Also known as the
Cult of the Death Wish.

Ah, you have heard of us.

I thought the Sons of Medea
was an ancient order, long extinct.

Well, you know
how it is with cults.

I am the only
active member left.

In my research, I discovered
that a long time ago...

members of my society...

perfected a process
of mummification...

that was far better than
the Egyptian method.

- Mu... Mummification?
- Mummification.

I have been trying to
duplicate this process.

I've been working at it a very
long time in my odd moments.

And I think I... Think I
am about to get onto it.

Mmm. Smells good.

I have a pet
theory, Mr. Kuryakin.

The way to make a good mummy...

is to start the treatment
while the subject is still alive.

Well, that's one theory.

Well, it's problematical. I've
never had an opportunity before...

until now.

Now, it will take
a few minutes...

for the solution to soak
through to the pores.

- Hot?
- Yes, thank you.

Hm. Well, it will cool very
quickly. Please be patient.

I don't wanna seem ungrateful,
but whose style is this?

- It's my design.
- Yes, isn't it?

The trick is not to inhale.

What are you thinking about?

- Nothing melodramatic, I hope.
- I wouldn't dream of it.

- Let's go.
- Um...

- Let's wait a while.
- Why?

My hair.

- What's wrong with your hair?
- Oh, I don't know. It's just not right.

You recall how vain I am.

I'll be in the powder
room. Just be a minute.

All of that mud in your hair.

I should have washed it first.
- Mm-hm.

I must say I don't know
what to do about Alexander.

He used to listen
to my counsel...

and now he has changed.

He feels he's outgrown
his need for me.

And now for the final step.

I must add some
more Tanis leaves.

It's very good for
the facial tissue.

You wouldn't strike an old
man, would you, Mr. Solo?

You have no respect
for science, Mr. Solo.

Well, he'll be out for a while.

What's that?

Well, I suppose I'll just have
to find myself a new tailor.

Mr. Alexander, your
limousine is waiting outside.

- Good, I'll be out in a moment.
- Where is Mr. Solo?

Mr. Solo hasn't
been delivered yet.

Gamar's taxicab is waiting outside also. I
assumed you had Mr. Solo here with you.

All right, she's in the powder
room. Bring her in here.

Security alert. Solo is
on the farm somewhere.

- Stalling for time, weren't you?
- I'm just thorough, that's... Ow!

Call the barn and tell them to
have the plane ready for take-off...

the minute I return.

Yes.

That's the alarm system.

- Where's Tracey?
- Upstairs with Alexander.

He's taking Tracey with him.

The embassy is at 24 Avenue F.
Take the northern route to avoid traffic.

We're being followed.

It's Gamar's taxicab.

It's probably Mr. Solo.

I doubt if he'll make any overt moves as
long as we have our guest here with us.

Code four. Clear channels
two and three, Washington, D.C.

- Come in, please.
- Kuryakin here, sir.

Napoleon and I are following
Alexander's limousine.

We're approaching the interchange
heading for Washington, D.C.

- What is your precise destination?
- We don't know yet.

I see. What do you suggest?

Alexander has a farm
in Alexandria, Virginia...

which he uses as a base.

You should send some men
down there and seal it off.

I hope Mr. Solo
enjoys his drive.

The embassy's a couple of blocks this
way, and it's a lovely night for a walk.

It's quite a party.

All right, I'll divert
them. You cover me.

Go.

Oh. Terribly sorry. Wrong car.

Get your rice ready.
Here they come.

Where are you going for your
honeymoon? We'll see you there.

Happy honeymoon.
Have a nice trip.

I knew it wouldn't last.

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

Good evening.

- Where is the president?
- He'll come in, in a moment.

His Excellency will be
beside you on the platform.

Good. How are you?

Only minor bruises.

I think we've been decoyed.

Tracey left some directions.

"24 Avenue F."

Open channel D, please.

We're on our way now to 24 Avenue F. I
think we'd better have the reinforcements.

Ladies and gentlemen.

This is the sixth month
of the new government...

under President Sing-Mok.

But I am here to do
something far more important...

than honoring the president.

And so I've broken every law of
morality... Commandments, if you like.

Except one.

And when I do that, I shall
surely be Alexander the Greater.

- He's going to kill the president.
- Number six, "thou shall not kill."

Too late, Mr. Solo.

In just a moment,
a cable will arrive at

the embassy proclaiming
a military takeover.

I shall be hailed
as their savior.

I don't think so, Mr. Alexander.

We arrested the last of the
insurrectionists a short while ago.

Naturally, they implicated you.

A new protective vest.

Made by one of your
own companies, I believe.

A very fine craftsmanship.

If you'll please excuse us.

- Who's piloting that plane?
- I don't know.

We thought we had all
of Alexander's people.

Well, this has been
one of those days.

Would you set the plane
on course for the Caribbean?

Thank you for your
help, Mr. Kavon.

The truth is...

I saved you for selfish reasons.

What are you talking about?

Do you really think that after
all those years of sacrifice...

and devotion...

and using my knowledge...

I would let you
exist without me?

You old fool.

You should be grateful for the
privilege of sharing in my conquests.

Put that thing down, or
you'll fall and hurt yourself.

Ah!

And that was that.

- I'm happy to say.
- I'm going to miss him.

All in all, he gave me a
pretty fast three years.

Even if he was a liar and a
thief and a murderer of sorts?

He was never dull.

A gratuity.

I'm going to miss
you most of all.

Now it's time for me to
disappear. I hope you understand.

Oh, I understand.
It's a habit of mine too.

Hm.

I've just had confirmation
that the BG30 will gas...

has been returned to the Army.

It seems everything
is in good order.

That's a beautiful decoration.
What did you get that for?

Will Tracey get her money?

Not for some time.

Alexander's empire will be in
litigation for years, I'm afraid.

Zebra?

Sing-Mok is a single
man, you know.

Yes. Well, I think
she'll do rather well.

Cheerio.