All language subtitles for The Man From U.N.C.L.E. - S04E03 - The J for Judas Affair.en

[LEAVES RUSTLING]

Mr. Graham?

- Don't come any closer...
- Mr. Graham.

- Not taking any chances.
- All right, just take it easy.

No, I'm not taking
any chances again.

Your credentials.

You've gotta stop them. Thrush.

They're gonna murder
Mark Tenza and his son...

and take over the company.

You already told Mr. Waverly
that on the telephone.

I couldn't tell him any more.
They were getting close.

I had to hang up
and get out of there.

SOLO: Mr. Graham.

Who's going to kill Tenza?

When? Where?

[GUNSHOTS]

[SCREAMS]

I don't care who you
represent. I don't need your help.

- Father, listen...
- Shut up.

Not this time. You're gonna
hear what I have to say.

I don't like interference in
company affairs. I've told you that.

In this family, nothing
under a million registers.

- Mr. Tenza...
- Who asked you to butt in?

Uh, Mr. Graham, a late
and loyal employee of yours.

But a misguided one.

If he'd talked to me first,
he'd still be alive today.

- You're so sure.
- Keep out of this.

You may both be out of this.

Murdered by Thrush.

Get off my desk
and get off my back.

Mr. Tenza, maybe you don't care about your
life or your son's. That's your privilege.

But we don't intend to let one of
the largest combines in the world...

fall into Thrush's hands.

[INTERCOM BUZZES]

We're in this whether
you like it or not.

I don't like interference,
I've told you.

I've got my own security force.
Costs me $3 million a year.

I don't need your
help. Now get out.

You're making a mistake.
Our security forces?

When did Darien Dawson's Daredevils
handle anything tougher than...

a factory hand forging
an overtime claim?

That's enough.

It's our lives we're talking about
and Thrush we're up against.

Adam, you're up
against me, so back off.

Mr. Tenza, your
helicopter's ready.

Thank you.

This way.

ADAM: No, Miss Wills.

My way. They're staying.

- Against Mr. Tenza's orders, sir?
- That's right.

It's my duty to advise you...

It's your duty to do
as I say in his absence.

I'm in charge here now. Not a
rubber stamp for his decisions.

I'll take full responsibility.

You're welcome to it, sir.

I must apologize for my father.

He's entitled to think
and behave as he pleases.

It's a free country.

Especially if you
own most of it.

[HELICOPTER WHIRRING OUTSIDE]

Where's your father gone?

I'm afraid I don't know.

Miss Wills?

Mr. Tenza's business
journeys are secret.

Not this one. Don't
you understand either?

His life depends upon
Mr. Solo protecting him.

You father has ordered me
never in any circumstances...

to reveal such information.

And whatever you say,
sir, I shall obey that order...

and take full responsibility.

I'll find out, Miss Wills,
without your cooperation...

in my own way.

That's your privilege, sir.

[GRUNTS]

[ALARM WAILING]

MAN 1: Quick, hustle.

MAN 2: Hold the perimeter.

[SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

[EXPLOSION OUTSIDE]

[MEN SHOUTING OUTSIDE]

[MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

[EXPLOSION IN DISTANCE]

Open Channel D.

Yes, Mr. Solo?

Decoy method, plastic bomb.

Information: Mr. Mark Tenza
is on his way to Tangier, sir.

Very good, Mr. Solo.

An operative there will
locate him when he lands.

You'll have that
information when you land.

Thank you, sir.

[EXPLOSIONS IN DISTANCE]

[EXPLOSIONS OVER RADIO]

Still throwing bombs, Mr. Solo?

Oh, no, I'm never more
extravagant than I can help, sir.

ADAM: Dawson.

Where are you going?

I told you Mr. Kuryakin
wants to see you.

Mr. Dawson.

I'm answerable to your father...

and my department doesn't need
any help from U.N.C.L.E. or son.

Don't mess with this,
Adam. It's a serious business.

Yes, far too serious
for petty jealousy.

Dawson, I'm investigating
Mr. Graham's last 24 hours.

That's nice.

He may have told someone
everything he knew.

Sure.

If he talked to you,
he'd talk to anybody.

Tell him.

That's an order.

I've got my orders from
the head of this company.

I intend to carry them out
without any interference.

[WOMAN SPEAKING
INDISTINCTLY OVER PA]

Mr. Mark Tenza is
at a villa outside town.

Minor operative presumes he's conferring
with financiers of similar status...

in secret and luxury.

Nice work.

His or mine?

[ENGINE STARTS]

This was Graham's desk.

ILLYA: Graham apparently drove directly
from here to the mausoleum and his death.

[WOMEN SCREAMING]

[ALL CHATTERING]

ILLYA: Get a doctor.
Take care of him.

He'll live. Let's get him.

He may have gone
upstairs. I'll check.

Oh!

ILLYA: Excuse me.

[GUNSHOT]

I wanted him alive.

Well, congratulations.

You did your job without any
interference from anybody...

except from a gunman.

Your security arrangements
all ready for my father's funeral?

They should be. They've
probably got him already.

Solo here.

Have you traced Mark Tenza?

A villa outside Tangier.
On my way there now.

I hope you're in time.

There's been an attempt
on Adam Tenza's life.

- Hurt bad?
- No, a flesh wound.

How fast does this thing go?

I can get it up to 90.

Why don't you get it up to 90?

[ENGINE REVVING]

What do you want?

Uh, Mr. Mark Tenza.

- Not at home.
- I'll wait.

You'll come back when
you have an appointment.

Hey.

[GRUNTS]

- Solo, I told you I didn't...
SOLO: Thrush tried to kill your son.

- Was he hurt?
- Slightly.

Get me a drink, will you?
Did you get the killer?

Ask my colleague.

I'll talk to Adam myself on
my own communication system.

This is Mark Tenza.
Locate my son, will you?

Yeah.

- Oh, uh...
- No, thanks.

Oh, this is Eva Watford.

She's my North African
investment counselor.

This is Napoleon Solo.

Hi.

Boy, this is great. Three million a
year for security and this has to happen.

I owe you an apology, Mr. Solo.

The next time I see Dawson, he's
gonna need a regiment of bodyguards.

Please, do not upset yourself.

Go invest, will you?

[TELEPHONE RINGS]

Hello? Adam?

Yeah, Solo just told
me. Are you all right?

That's all I wanna hear
you say. Are you all right?

Yes, I'm all right, Father.

There was really much more
blood than there was damage.

We're leaving for
home immediately.

I suggest you, uh,
double-check your airplane, sir.

No.

You must realize
there's a risk of sabotage.

I realize it, so we'll
charter another plane.

Fine, if there's one
available on such short notice.

I'll get one. I own an airline.

Any other questions?

[DOOR OPENS]

What do people get
you for your birthday?

[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]

Ah, Mr. Kuryakin.

I received a tape
recording in the mail.

[BUZZING ON RECORDING]

It's from Graham.

GRAHAM: If I'm prevented from
giving my information to your men...

these are the salient
facts about the conspiracy.

[BUZZING OBSCURES VOICE]

My information indicates
that the guilty party...

[BUZZING OBSCURES VOICE]

entirely calculated...

[BUZZING OBSCURES VOICE]

You'll find that J...

[BUZZING OBSCURES VOICE]

Do you mind if I
hear that part again?

You'll find that J...

[BUZZING OBSCURES VOICE]

[STOPS TAPE]

Well, Mr. Kuryakin?

From what you've learned
so far, is there anything?

Nothing.

There's nothing in Graham's last
day that even remotely connects...

with any...

J?

I've told you 18 times.

I know from nothing about any J.

Then, think again.

What do you mean, think?

I'm a cop with over
20 years' experience,

not a spiritualist in
touch with a dead man.

Graham knew about
this cockamamie J, not...

Exactly.

Graham knew and you didn't.

A minor office worker knew something
the Tenza security chief didn't...

and you want us to believe that.

DAWSON: I believe what I see.

Junior over there...

looking like a sick goat
ever since you mentioned J.

Ask him.

Oh, come on, junior, you gave me
some pretty big orders this morning...

about helping the
man from U.N.C.L.E.

How about a bit of
do-it-yourself? You help him.

You tell him. You know?

Ask him.

Yes, I know about J.

But I can't tell you.
It's my father's concern.

Then I must remind you of
your own words, Mr. Tenza.

It's your lives
you're playing with.

Yes. I'm sorry.

I may not always agree with
my father, but I respect him.

Only he can help you.

He lands in 12 minutes. I could
arrange a pass for you at the airfield.

ILLYA: Yes.

I'll, uh, stay on
the plane, sir...

and keep an eye on the
side where you don't get off.

[DOOR OPENS]

WILLS: Must you at this time?

We'd appreciate
it if you'd wait here.

Please, leave him alone.

Adam.

What do you want?

J.

Please don't cause
him any more pain.

- J. You know.
- Go away, I beg you.

Without that knowledge, we're
completely in the dark. You must talk.

Mark would talk
if he were alive.

Don't tell me what he'd do.

I knew him, I loved...

You're telling us that keeping
J's secret is worth Adam's life?

I can't. I promised.

J. Let's have it.
It can't hurt Mark.

SOLO: But it can kill Adam.
- Let's have it.

- No! ADAM: Stop.

That's enough.
You leave her alone.

And me.

I don't ever wanna
hear of J again.

I can't bear...

to think.

You don't understand about J.

And you never will.

Details of the Tenza headquarters
filing vault. They're yours.

Right on the button.
Mr. Kuryakin, please.

Exceptional protection
for a filing system, isn't it?

ILLYA: I suppose you
can't accumulate $2 billion...

without collecting a few
secrets along the way.

Quite so, Mr. K.

Ready when you are.

Then, pay attention, Mr. S.

Now, the vault is underground...

beneath 20 feet of
reinforced concrete...

and the only access is the
elevator in the president's office.

Now, this is really something.

Directly opposite the elevator
at the bottom of the shaft...

is a circular steel door.

It's completely smooth
and flush to the wall.

It has a combination
lock but not even a handle.

Behind that door is the confidential
file of the Tenza organization.

Fine. Now, how do we crack it?

Oh, I can't tell you that.

Why? Is it a secret?

EXPERT: Well, from
me, it certainly is.

We had infinite difficulty in
obtaining just these simple drawings...

when the system
was first installed.

As to how it works, I'm
completely in the dark.

Oh, I do know it doesn't
require human guards.

Well, I daresay it's protected
by lethal electrification...

possibly invisible alarm rays,
even a circuit of explosives...

of some kind. That
sort of thing, you know?

But I'm just guessing.

Well, glad to have
been of service.

Good luck.

I'd still like to find the controls
that neutralize the vault's defenses.

ILLYA: It would
make life easier.

SOLO: Possibly longer.

ILLYA: I have a suggestion.

- What?
- Let's suspect everything.

We wanna go down, so...

[ELEVATOR ENGINE HUMMING]

Which way?

SOLO: Hm.

Hm. It's a combination lock.

And we don't have
the combination.

You think we could blow it open?

[SIGHS]

Yeah. Trace Solo and
Kuryakin for me right away.

[EXPLOSION]

Now, where do we step?

[ILLYA SIGHS]

Well, one step in the wrong place
and it doesn't matter who suspects who.

SOLO: Mm-hm.

Well, what'll work for fingerprints
should work for footprints.

SOLO: The J we want
was personal to Mark Tenza.

And there it is.

[DEVICE CLICKING]

[DEVICE BUZZING]

[DEVICES BUZZING]

SOLO: Mm-hm.

Whoever would've suspected that?

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Come in.

It's all right.

Forget about that.

I was just trying
to get ahold of you.

I've decided to
tell you about J.

It's, uh, been a bad night.
Can't get much sleep.

I realized I had to tell you. You'd
never have found out for yourselves.

No, we tried. We even
had our hands on the J file.

- You got into the vault?
- Suppose you get into the facts.

All right.

But it's not the easiest thing in the
world to accuse your own brother.

J is my older brother.

Martin James Tenza.

My father hated that first name.

My mother insisted on it, so
he called him J, short for James.

They disliked each other intensely,
argued all the time about everything.

Then they had that
final knockdown-dragout.

I don't know what about.
He disinherited him.

So even if you die,
he can't take over.

Oh, yes, he can.
Tenza tradition.

The sole family
survivor heads the firm.

In this case, figureheads
the firm for Thrush.

Where is he?

He disappeared years ago.

No one ever disappeared
from Mark Tenza.

Someone around
here kept tabs on J.

ILLYA: Why else
keep a file on him?

The only person
other than my father...

who could've had access
to that file was his secretary.

If anyone knows where J is...

- Bugged?
- Bugged.

Then Thrush heard
everything we said.

We'd better get
to Olivia and fast.

[COUGHING]

[COUGHING]

[WILLS COUGHING]

- All right?
- I'll be all right, thank you.

[WILLS SIGHS]

[COUGHS]

Adam told us about J.

ILLYA: You have to tell
us exactly where he is.

Mark would want you to.

You already nearly lost your
life because of your loyalty to him.

Because of your love for him.

Where is J?

Mark wanted me to trace him...

without the aid of
the security force.

He planned to visit him.

I don't know why.

J is in Guatemala.

It's a little village on
the edge of the jungle.

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

[SPEAKING IN NATIVE DIALECT]

The villagers are at a tribal
ceremony. I was teaching.

That accounts for everybody around here
except you. What's your purpose in life?

Purpose, uh... Law
enforcement, Mr. Tenza.

Specifically the solution
of your father's murder.

You wasted your time.

You came 2000 miles to see somebody
who only heard about it on the radio.

And didn't attend the funeral.

I decided to care for the living,
not say goodbye to the dead.

Where do you get off making
fancy moral judgments?

Who are you anyway? Who
do you belong to? Dawson?

U.N.C.L.E., Mr. Tenza.

Imagine. Men from
U.N.C.L.E. to trace me.

To bring you back.

SOLO: For murder.

It's a big jungle.

Get lost.

Tenza.

[SOLO AND ILLYA GRUNT]

[SPEAKS IN NATIVE DIALECT]

I could've had you killed.

But I don't kill.
Not even animals.

Or estranged fathers.

What's wrong, the image?

Does a man of peace have to wear a beard,
tote a banner, look like he couldn't fight?

It won't work, Tenza.

We're not leaving
here full of apologies...

because you spared our lives.

You're hard to convince.

We'd be easy to kill on our
way back through the jungle.

You bring it all back to me.

Civilization, full of people
as suspicious as you.

Well, shall we go?

You're really good.

You're so wrong about me...

it's beautiful.

Why would I kill my father?
To take over the company?

He offered it to me
seven years ago.

He wanted to quit. He
was tired, he had girls.

But I had one condition...

and he wouldn't buy it.

The factory that makes the
guns, the tanks, the bombs...

I wanted it shut down.

I didn't wanna
profit from death.

But he refused me.

That's why I'm here now.

I found the kind of life I want.

You still don't believe me.

Well, I guess that figures too.

People like you, you'd
never understand someone...

We understand.

It all fits.

In the long run, you
didn't lose that argument.

Your father was
coming here to see you.

To see me?

Maybe he changed his mind and
wanted you back, on your terms.

Maybe that's why
they killed him.

It appears, Mr. Tenza, that
you have been the victim...

of a highly ingenious frame-up.

DAWSON: You all have.

Ever since Graham
tumbled to us...

everything that's happened
has been made to happen.

That's right.

[ADAM CHUCKLES]

Even when it hurt a lot.

ADAM: Now for
the final happening.

We report that J killed you,
so of course we had to kill J.

Thrush gets Tenza
International...

and your Mr. Waverly
never knows the truth.

Flawless, isn't it?

SOLO: Take cover.

SOLO: Hey, watch out.

[SCREAMS]

[GRUNTS]

[DAWSON SCREAMS]

I'll be all right. Go get him.

[GUN CLICKING NEARBY]

[PANTING]

We failed.

S-Sorry.

Help me!

[ENGINE STARTS]

[CAR CRASHING]

I wish we could say
we knew all along.

[ENGLISH SDH]