All language subtitles for The Man From U.N.C.L.E. S02E14 The Yukon Affair.eng

The name is Partridge.
G. Emory Partridge.

Tell them to try South
American rain forest, ruler of.

Or village of
Eastsnout, lord of.

- I've drawn the file, sir.
- As well you might.

All right, thank you.

Nothing. Whereabouts unknown.

He was last seen riding an
Arabian stallion in a sandstorm...

pursued by 200 tribesmen.

It seems they
resented the fact...

that, uh, he was trying to
unseat the reigning sultan.

Interesting man, Partridge.

The ingot concealed inside this
sponge conforms to the properties...

predicted by Professor MacPhee
of Edinboro University in 1962.

An H-factor of 140,
specific gravity, 484.

Will you translate that
please, Mr. Kuryakin?

Uh, it's the heaviest and
hardest material in the world.

It's 14 times harder
than a diamond.

It would have been a
poor way to go, Napoleon.

Any other unusual
properties, Mr. Kuryakin?

Very.

Push.

Okay, left.

Ah. Here. Are you ready?

It's all right. Purely
an experiment.

- Electromagnetic field, huh?
- Yes. In the presence of electricity...

a magnetic pull of 40,000
times that of magnetite.

That's why MacPhee
called it quadrillenium X.

- Well, I'll leave for Edinboro at once.
- At once is not soon enough.

MacPhee disappeared on an
expedition about a year ago.

Oh. After Partridge's
disappearance.

- What other facts,
Mr. Kuryakin? ILLYA: Very few.

MacPhee only speculated
on the existence of the ore.

He described it green with...

I'm not interested in
the color, Mr. Kuryakin.

I take it this hasn't been put through
the geological computer analyzer.

I thought you wanted
this demonstration first, sir.

Obviously, any
concentration of this metal...

could work havoc with
navigational instruments.

Anyone who could lay hands
on a large enough concentration...

of quadrillenium X would have
control of the air and the seas.

Previously unknown.

- Hm. Helpful.
- Latitude, 68 degrees, 41 minutes north.

That's above the Arctic Circle.

Longitude, 144 degrees,
four minutes west.

What? Why, that's
up in the Yukon.

Mm. Period.

I want an instantaneous
report. All divisions.

Subject, Thrush purchases of heavy-load
transportation and mining facilities.

- Thrush, sir?
- The only organization with facilities...

for a project of
this kind is Thrush.

Therefore, Partridge
is working with Thrush.

I want the source of this
metal and any stockpile...

found and destroyed promptly.

- Yes, sir. WAVERLY:
Mr. Kuryakin.

You're particularly qualified
for an assignment of this kind...

by reason of your
experience in cold climates.

Do you wish Mr. Solo
to accompany me, sir?

Well, since Mr. Partridge
may very well be implicated...

I suggest you do.

Well, better make the
arrangements immediately.

Well, good luck.

Better take your
winter underwear.

Ah, there it is, almost.

Well, it's nice to have a
cold-climate expert along.

It's good to be aboard.

- You're sure on how it works?
- Mm-hm.

This new device from
the Development section.

It's a miniaturized aqualung.

Mm-hm.

On this side, oxygen,
which feeds the face mask.

Here, we have an emergency fuel,
which is an adaptation for frigid climates.

I understand perfectly.

Oh, uh, by the way, if you do have
any questions, you won't hesitate to ask.

Mm-mm.

I think I have a
further question.

Must you really go, Uncle Emory?

It's frightfully cold, and
it's such a long way.

You are the most
solicitous child, Victoria.

In other circumstances,
I wouldn't bother.

But we are expecting some rather
influential visitors tomorrow, aren't we?

Yes, of course.

But don't you find it odd that we
have two sets of visitors, Uncle Emory?

Oh, quite. But one
must be hospitable.

We don't want you
getting the sniffles.

It was extremely thoughtful
of Edith to send you here...

while she's visiting her
cousin George in Sussex.

You know, it feels to me as though
you've always been here in Partridgeville.

I felt it was my duty
to come, Uncle Emory.

Of course. Stock will
show, I always say.

Wouldn't you rather have
Innoke sled you to the settlement?

No. As one used to say in India:

"One must set a good
example for the natives."

I shall be back
before nightfall, alone.

Oh, by the way, uh, which husky
did he put in the lead harness?

- Disraeli, I believe.
- Oh, fiddlesticks!

I told him yesterday that
Disraeli was to be disciplined...

and Gladstone
promoted to lead dog.

One simply cannot find good
servants anywhere anymore.

Well, the reception
committee was Class A...

but the accommodations
leave much to be desired.

Well, we'll complain
to our travel agent.

Ha. Oh!

Here comes an Eskimo.
It's a girl, a woman.

Hello.

Uh, hi.

Uh, you're a very attractive,
charming Eskimo girl.

And I'd like you to remove
these encumbrances.

I'll make it my
responsibility...

to rig next year's Miss Galaxy
beauty contest so you'll win.

Every girl wants
to be Miss Galaxy.

Doesn't she?

Mr. Waverly is not
going to be amused...

if our hunt for Partridge winds
up with two dead pigeons.

Neither will I. Hey, you
hit something. Try it again.

Partridge? Emory Partridge.

He's a tall, dark,
untrustworthy man.

I think you overstated the case.

I've always adored blond men.

And I don't like Partridge.

McGill University.

I meant what I said about the
Miss Galaxy contest, Miss, uh...?

Murphy. ILLYA: Murphy?

Of the gold rush Murphys.

If you wish to avoid Mr. Partridge,
you better get out of here now...

because my father has
long since sent word to him.

By the way, I'd suggest you be careful.
Mr. Partridge dominates this whole area...

including the tribe, and my
father, who is the headman.

Hey, Miss Murphy.

Uh, we need your help.

Sorry. My people
can be very nasty.

One might even say primitive.

From the water,
Mr. Partridge. Like two seals.

You better come this way.

Hurry.

Mr. Solo.

What a total and
absolute surprise.

Is it?

I hadn't the faintest
notion that it was you.

Uh, would I be correct in
assuming that your companion...

is that light-haired
chap with the odd name?

Ah, guess.

Uh, please see if you
can locate Mr. Kuryakin.

Uh, he can't have gone very far.

Uh, I must apologize for my
headman. He is a little bit headstrong.

Um, after you, Mr., uh, Solo.

I wouldn't dream of harming
so distinguished a guest.

Partridge has taken
the dark one away.

Feed this light one to the dogs.

Your father?

A fine eye and a strong wrist.

I would sincerely appreciate
being out of range of both.

Thank you, Murphy.

Welcome to
Partridgeville, Mr. Solo.

I hope you'll be happy here,
even if only for a short while.

- Well, I'll do my best, squire.
- A friendly place, Partridgeville.

You've no idea, Mr. Solo,
in today's frantic world...

how far a man must go in order
to find a peaceful, friendly place.

Uh, my dear, may I present
Mr. Solo? This is my niece Victoria.

Charmed.

- I thought...?
- Uh, that I would be returning alone?

One must be flexible, my dear.

We shall soon be having
his companion as well.

Uh, both are gentlemen
of many accomplishments...

and simply overflowing
with information of interest.

Um, Mr. Solo will not be venturing
out of doors for quite a while...

so I think that we ought to try to
find him some more suitable attire.

I shall have to take
your measurements.

Well, it seems like
a fair exchange.

Forty. PARTRIDGE: Forty.

- Thirty-one and a half.
- Thirty-one and a half.

- How do you keep so fit, Mr. Solo?
- I play games.

Oh, do you really?

Perhaps we can
play some. Together.

You can change in here.

Thank you, Miss Victoria.

A great stroke of luck,
Victoria. Simply smashing.

- You've laid a deuce on a four.
- Oh, so I have.

Well, it hardly matters today.

Thrush will be here tomorrow
to collect the quadrillenium.

- What's unusual about that, Uncle Emory?
- It's the final shipment.

With it, they will get what they
need. Mastery of the sea and the air.

And we will receive payment,
plus an additional premium.

They'll pay a king's
ransom for these two.

Two?

Oh, the headman
will find the other.

I say, he's rather slow
at dressing, isn't he?

Hm.

You look positively
handsome, Mr. Solo.

There. The final touch.

- Illya?
- Oh, it's you.

What was that
funny little noise?

It tells me where my friend is by a
small device he wears in his necktie.

- But what's that?
- For you. Seal blubber.

Oh, thank you, Murphy.

It's delicious.

Oh, I... I know what you think.

Raw seal blubber. Ugh.

But we're hungry
now most of the time.

Partridge doesn't let the tribe
fish or hunt where it used to.

Why did you come back
from college, Murphy?

There was something
peaceful here.

And I had an idea.

- Ha, ha. I thought I could help.
- How?

Where our village used
to be, before Partridge...

there was a beautiful,
unusual green stone.

Wait, I'll show you.

- With red veins in it.
- You've seen it?

Well, let's say
I... I know about it.

Everyone, even the
children, used to carve it.

Beautiful statuettes.

In Montreal, I used to think:

"If we had a way to sell our statuettes,
the entire village would be prosperous.

And we'd live
happily ever after."

- Could you?
- I don't know.

It's not easy to be part
one thing and part another.

No one treats you
as if you're real.

I don't know why
I'm telling you all this.

I better get back.
He'll miss me.

If you help me, I'll try to help you. Just
show me where that village used to be.

- I want to, but I can't.
- I need a way to get there.

Listen, if Partridge
were out of the way...

you could go ahead with
your plan, couldn't you?

No, it's not possible.

It's a schoolgirl's dream.

Dreams can come true,
Murphy, if you want them to.

Shall we play a hand?

Well, let's say, one.
- All right.

My daughter Murphy, gone.

Never mind about your daughter.
Did you get the cheechako?

Yes. Find him.

You mean you:

How distressing.

Mr. Kuryakin was our guest.

Guns on display
are never loaded.

You spoiled my shot.

Good heavens, Victoria,
can't we keep one alive?

Ladies first. Mm.

You might have spared
yourself the trouble.

- Ah-ha. True, true.
- Stand up, Mr. Solo.

You really must
talk to your tailor.

Yes, he's at the top of
my list for consultations.

And that cravat.

Much, much better.

You really don't need it at all.

Poor Mr. Kuryakin. A harpoon.

Just like a common whale.

You'll be much
safer here, Murphy.

Spartan for a reunion
after all these years.

But at this late hour, it
was the best I could do.

The best is none
too good. Ah! Oh.

Up, Mr. Kuryakin. At attention.

It's a trick knee acquired in
an Olympic trial. I didn't make it.

Persons of your caliber
never do, I'm sorry to say.

The team did.

Would you be so kind
as to go into your room?

A person of my caliber
needs a hand. Please.

You will be returned to
your father in the morning.

I understand he has some
words of paternal advice for you.

You're worried about
your father, aren't you?

What will he do to you?

Something they'd never
approve of at McGill College.

I'm sorry, Murphy.

You know, you have a
particularly beautiful smile.

Mm. Now to find a way.

But you can't even walk.

I've had a sudden recovery.

You understand, Mr. Solo,
that I dislike this chore.

But as my dear wife, Edith,
has so frequently pointed out...

there are certain moral rules.

Compliance should be rewarded,
and disobedience punished.

Yes, I can see that.

You have an alert mind.

To tomorrow, Mr. Solo...

at which I time I shall turn you
and Mr. Kuryakin over to my clients.

Ah.

Oh, just practice, Mr. Solo.

- I like to be precise.
- Ah, I wouldn't have it any other way.

You do have breeding.

That's the style. Hm.

You don't seem to be surprised
to learn that your colleague...

is in good health
and safekeeping.

- Oh, I never doubted it for a minute.
- Oh, really? Why not?

Because Eskimos
don't kill Kuryakins...

when they're with
girls named Murphy.

- Pleasant dreams.
- And the same to you.

Psst.

I'm sorry.

More or less.

Give me your necklace.

Shh.

A special fuel.

You do look well among
the trophies, Mr. Solo.

Good taxidermists
are hard to find.

Of course there are other
ways to preserve your charm.

Pity you're worth
so much more alive.

Well, I wouldn't want you to
sustain any great financial loss.

My investment
looks quite secure.

- You should sell when the market is high.
- Is there some way I can give you a hand?

You wouldn't.

Here.

The quadrillenium is
somewhere in Partridgeville.

That true or false? Huh?

Now, answer, all right?

One good turn deserves
another. True or false?

- You advance to a new plateau.
- All right.

- Mm.
- Thrush is coming to collect it tomorrow.

Compasses, toys, formal evening
wear, right this way in this department.

Illya.

Which way is north?

That way.

Listen.

The quadrillenium is
somewhere in the dance hall.

Well, I'm not
dressed for dancing.

Well, I'll go do some dancing or
something else to distract them.

You look for the quadrillenium, okay?
- Okay.

Come on. Give it to him.

Flip him over.

Use your muscles. Use your
muscles. You got him now, come on.

Come on, you got him. Come on.

Over your shoulder, over your
shoulder. Over your shoulder with him.

Hey, hey, hey, listen. You
never know unless you try, huh?

Look at this. Timber, timber.

Throw him over the chandelier.
Throw him over the chandelier.

Two out of three.

Over the top, here.

Even up?

Lose something?

More or less.

Good luck.

Timber.

"Edith." Of course.

- I'm sorry, but I had to come.
- Yes, I know, you adore blond men.

Oh, I seemed to have
caused some trouble.

Yes, well, life's too valuable to spend
even a single minute of it in remorse.

Hey!

Bingo.

Move in that direction.
Stay lying down.

Sorry, Florabelle.

- Find and destroy.
- Ha. Easily said.

The walls are
reinforced concrete.

I think we will be
here for a while.

It was wicked of you to keep
secrets from me, Uncle Emory.

Oh, you mean Aunt Edith's piano?

I didn't know you liked music.

You never mentioned
that storeroom either.

Did you ever meet Aunt
Edith's older brother?

Perhaps as a child.

What's in it?

I mean the one
that lives in Kent.

Charles.

It's where you keep the
quadrillenium, isn't it, Uncle Emory?

Charles used to say that a man
should always have a few secrets.

Another kipper?

What's that?

It's Partridge's alarm clock.

Hold your breath.

You wouldn't happen to have a...?
- Of course.

The little aqualung that you used
to get out of the cell. You have it?

Put this on your mouth.

An excellent breakfast, Victoria.
Aunt Edith would be proud of you.

Ah.

That should do it.

You do have a lot of secrets.

Uh, if you'll excuse me...

there is a slight matter of
business that I have to attend to.

I shan't be very long.

Uh, when you see your daughter,
you might find her somewhat fatigued.

In fact, lifeless. But
actually, she's only asleep.

- You understand?
- I will awake her and punish.

That may take several hours.

But I must say that I strongly
approve of your attitude.

Children are so laxly
reared nowadays.

Please handle the bodies with
care. They have some value for me.

Go that way.

Thank you, Napoleon.
It was a good effort.

Ah, not good enough.

An interesting
performance, gentlemen.

You may bring your little
native girl with you, of course.

You seem to have
grown quite fond of her.

No sense of propriety. Pity.

Uh, to the wall, if you
have no objections.

Nice work, Uncle Emory.

- I beg your pardon?
- Won't you join your friends?

My dear, you're getting
to look more and more...

like your aunt Edith every day.

Not a good family, really.

I suppose you wouldn't care
to share the quadrillenium.

I've not been catering to your
whims in this forsaken country...

for a share of
anything, Uncle Emory.

Hands above your
heads. All of you.

I'm sorry, Murphy.

Don't be, please. I
brought this on myself.

Not without my help.

And I did promise your
dreams would come true.

Mr. Partridge, considering
the gravity of the occasion...

I should like very much to stand right
next to my dear friend, Mr. Kuryakin.

A very tender sentiment, Mr. Solo.
Rather unlike you, I would say.

Would you have any objection to your
prisoners lining up in a different order?

What are you talking
about, Uncle Emory?

- Sentiment, my dear. Pure sentiment.
- Thank you, Emory.

Capital. My congratulations.

A most untrustworthy child.

There's not much time
before Thrush arrives.

The dynamite is
in the trading post.

Mr. Solo, uh, will
you take me with you?

- No, but I've come to admire your style.
- No, I think not, Emory.

Well, then, may I inquire just
what you plan to do with me?

Because it's a matter of
some personal interest.

- Napoleon. Find and destroy.
- Ah, good.

I want you here when Thrush
arrives so you can discuss...

why the quadrillenium
was destroyed.

I think you'll find their
mercy, um, tender.

Oh.

There must be a simpler way.

- No one in there anymore?
- No, they are long gone.

As we should be.

- Ready?
- Yeah.

Gee, I've always wanted
to throw one of those things.

Yeah, well, now you know
how Captain Ahab felt...

when he harpooned Moby Dick.

Well, I don't see what
you're so cheery about.

You don't look
very healthy either.

I don't know. Feels
good to rest up for a bit.

Well, what do you think?

Well, I see you've given up
the idea of rejoining your tribe.

Oh, not really.

I decided to go back to
McGill and finish my master's.

Whatever you do, don't lose
the native charm of your people.

Oh, so you like it.

Well, it may be primitive, but who wants to
get complicated about that sort of thing?

Mm-mm.

Doesn't take much to rub off some
thin veneer of civilization, does it?

Thank you.

Bye, boys.