All language subtitles for The Man From U.N.C.L.E. - S04E05 - The Prince of Darkness Affair (2).en

[GUNSHOTS]

SEBASTIAN: Very good, Carl.

I think I have a number
of questions to ask you.

Hmm, just one really.
What am I doing?

And the answer, Mr. Solo...

is that I'm keeping the
thermal prism for myself.

After all, I planned
this entire expedition.

You seemed to have
planned everything carefully...

so that we'd be
sure and recruit you.

Put them in the
boat, and tie them up.

Your plan is somewhat
incomplete, Sebastian.

The prism is only marginally
effective when it's in orbit.

You'll have to do
that for yourselves.

I don't think we'll be
interested in helping you there.

Thank you, I have taken
that into consideration.

Do you remember these
gentlemen, Mr. Solo?

Disciples of the Third Way.

The white hair was
my idea, sign of fealty.

Yes, Azalea is
our high priestess.

Assuming you get the
prism into orbit, what then?

The Third Way will demand a
national homeland for its followers.

We will control the balance
of power in the world.

You know what I think?

I think you people are
strange, really strange.

I don't know who you are...

but I have a feeling you probably
deserve whatever happens to you.

I wouldn't suppose this
ship were rigged to blow up?

Wouldn't you? I would.

Full throttle ahead.

CAPTAIN: No reply, sir.
- Something must have gone wrong.

She's on a collision course.
Shall I order the boat destroyed?

[SIGHS]

Yes.

CAPTAIN: Prepare torpedo launch.

Fire one.

Did you hear that?

Sounds like they
fired a torpedo at us.

They did.

Over the side.

Put a light over there.

SOLO: The rope, sir.

- We could use a rope.
- The water is somewhat cold.

All right.

I assure you, we have
considerably warmer water for you...

if you don't have the prism.

The research computers cannot
confirm Sebastian's rocket capabilities.

Not enough data.

If Sebastian can find a way to
launch that prism into space...

he will be in a position
of incredible power.

We must use every precaution,
gentlemen. Time is against us.

The Aegean island
has been abandoned...

and the Athens office
reports they've found no clues.

Here's something though, Sebastian
has a wife living in Los Angeles.

Evidently separated.

It's not much of a lead, to be
sure. Better check it out, Mr. Solo.

Yes, sir.

Uh, what about the girl who
jeopardized your mission?

She and her
Turkish knife-thrower.

SOLO: Hassan? WAVERLY: Yes.

Rather a striking fellow.

Unfortunate he was killed.
Where is the girl now?

She's in debriefing, sir. I don't believe
she will cause us any more trouble.

[ALARM BEEPING]

What happened?

We had just finished debriefing,
when she slipped out of the room.

We found her in the
equipment section, pilfering.

[ILLYA SIGHS]

I'll take her to reception.

I was just admiring your
marvelous equipment.

Why, if I had all of this at my disposal,
I'd find Sebastian in no time at all.

Your certainly not
doing much to find him.

My poor Hugh. Why, we've been
engaged for eight months now...

and all this time, he's been
rotting in a Turkish prison.

And do you know why?

Because your friend,
Mr. Sebastian, framed him.

Look, the fact that an innocent man may
spend the rest of his life behind bars...

may not mean much
to you, but I love him.

We... Don't you care?
Don't you care at all?

Sebastian was graduated
from Harvard at the age of 18.

We were married
then, in Des Moines.

But everyone resented Sebastian.

They said he was too
smart for his own good.

So he went his own way. I
haven't seen him in eight years.

Now you know all there is to know.
So please leave the way you came.

You often give
these guided tours?

CIA, the FBI, Scotland Yard,
the Better Business Bureau.

Over the years they've all
been here at one time or another.

I'm used to the traffic...

though I think 5:00 in the morning
is a little too much, don't you?

I'm Napoleon S-O-L-O
from the U.N.C.L.E.

Mm. It's been some time since
an U.N.C.L.E. agent was here.

- I thought you'd forgotten about us.
- No, we never forget.

Oh, please do,
and leave me alone.

A question: If you haven't
seen him in the last eight years...

why do you stay here and keep up
this charade as Mrs. Luther Sebastian?

Oh, I have my pride, Mr. Solo.

What if everyone in Des Moines
found out that I was living here like this?

Alone, with nothing.

Hmm. What would
they do? Tell me.

Oh, they'd talk.

Hmm. One last question:
Why should I believe you?

Oh, because I'm lonely.

Well, I think I'll just take a
look around, if you don't mind.

Oh, help yourself.

I'll slip into something
more comfortable.

Oh, it's... On second thought...

I don't think I'll find
what I'm looking for here.

- Are you sure?
- No.

That's the chance I'll
have to take, though.

Goodbye.

May I speak to Mr. Sebastian,
please? This is Mrs. Sebastian.

Yes, I'll wait,
but please hurry.

I'll need a computer possibilities
breakdown on missile transports.

Have it on my desk by morning.

I'll try, sir, but that's a big job. I
don't know if I'll have it by then.

- You will.
- Yes, sir.

Make a note to have Carl sent...

on that volunteer assignment
scheduled for tomorrow.

Yes, sir.

I like the way you said that. It has
a nice tone of respect, efficiency.

- Yes, sir.
- Keep it up.

Yes, sir.

[PHONE RINGS]

- Yes.
- There was an agent here from U.N.C.L.E.

Napoleon Solo.

He...?

Still alive, huh?

Well, thank you for
the call, dear. I'll, uh...

I'll be sending you a little
something extra this month.

Luther, where are you now?

You know we're not to talk of that,
Laura. You know I have my work.

Signal the men stationed
outside my wife's house...

to pursue and destroy
the spy that just left there.

Yes, sir.

I guess it's no secret.

My wife doesn't understand me.

[TIRES SQUEALING]

Turn around, slowly.

[RADIO BEEPING]

WOMAN [OVER RADIO]: 69-S,
please. Assignment confirmation.

This is 69-S.
Assignment completed.

WOMAN: Your application for
volunteer duty has been approved, 69-S.

You are to proceed immediately
to Sierra Canyon Highway.

Set your homing monitors on Frequency
D. I repeat, proceed immediately.

I'll be there.

You're too late for breakfast.

- I know.
- And I ain't about to do any more cooking.

It's my misfortune.

Mom, it's time. Will
you turn on the set?

Mom, please?

"Turn on the set, Mom.

Keep a lookout in the back,
Mom. Keep them covered, Mom."

SEBASTIAN [ON TV]:
Good afternoon, gentlemen.

Today, you embark upon a
mission of paramount importance.

Our future, the
future of the world...

depends upon the outcome
of your mission today.

This afternoon, gentlemen,
you will obtain for us...

a United States
government rocket.

This rocket is the final
stage in our grand design.

And with it, we shall put
the thermal prism into orbit...

and the world
will be at our feet.

I am making a special
closed-circuit appearance...

to our faithful members
across the country today.

They will gather in
their meeting places...

anxiously awaiting the
mission-accomplished signal from you men.

Good luck.

And keep the faith.

You four men will go with 18-B
here, and he'll fill you in on the way.

The rest of you will be
coming with me in the truck.

Now, you leave your
car keys with Mom...

and she'll dispose of the cars.

- Where's the...?
- That door.

SOLO: Excuse me.

Open Channel D, please.

[RADIO BEEPING]

Kuryakin here.

All right, I'm
pressed for time, Illya.

I'm on the inside. With any luck, I'll
get to Sebastian's headquarters today.

Now get this, Sebastian is
using a closed-circuit system...

built by West Industries.

- It may lea...
- Come on, let's go.

Napoleon?

Napoleon?

Thanks, Mom.

If everything goes right, Mom...

I'm gonna be taking you away
from this place pretty soon.

But I like it here.

I know, Mom. I know.

Creeps.

Don't get too close,
he's very tricky.

Open Channel D, please.

Yes, Mr. Kuryakin, what is it?

I've checked out
Mr. Solo's lead.

Security Research informs me...

that an organization known
as Three-Way, Incorporated...

recently purchased a closed-circuit
television system from West Industries.

It was delivered to a local address.
A vacant motion-picture theater.

Checking it further, I
discovered that the theater...

was purchased only a few weeks
ago by Three-Way, Incorporated.

Well, I would suppose that
the theater is a meeting place...

for Sebastian's organization.

You'd best check it out.

I'm on my way there now, sir.

Oh, I just hope he leads us to that
awful woman that killed poor Hassan.

[OMAR GRUNTS]

Did anyone ever mention that
you look exactly like your brother?

[OMAR GRUNTING]

[SIGNAL BELL RINGING,
TRAIN HORN BLARING]

CARL: All right,
men. Come on out.

There she is. The
rocket's on that flatcar.

Now, we gotta select a drop
man. Take out your ID cards.

We're gonna do this
very democratically.

The highest number which is
issued to the newest member.

SOLO: Huh.

69-S, looks like that's you.

[HELICOPTER APPROACHING]

CARL: This explosive has
a 10-second timing device.

It's just about right
to uncouple a flatcar.

Now, he'll time it so that once
you're dropped on the flatcar...

you can blow the coupling right
away, and we'll take care of the rest.

What about the guards?

The other unit will take care
of the ones on the outside.

Uh, the car in front of the
rocket is full of federal agents...

but we'll be in and out so fast
they won't know what hit them.

- All right, I'll count on it.
- Good luck, and keep the faith.

[BEEPING IN CODE]

[BEEPING IN CODE]

[TRAIN BELL RINGING]

You did a... A good job.

But you'll have to ride in the
back with the rest of the men.

I can't show any favoritism.

I understand.

[BOTH GRUNTING]

[DOOR OPENS]

Brothers and sisters...

the great throbbing heart of
the Third Way embraces us.

[GROOVY MUSIC PLAYING]

We who are dedicated
to a new mystical insight...

transcending all others,
till death do us part.

We have rejected society
with all its false values...

but never forgetting that
society rejected us first.

Brothers and sisters...

you have found refuge when
all about you were losing theirs.

A place for all of you,
and all of you in his place.

The cry goes out
to every nation.

Send us your tired,
your automated...

your exploited,
yearning to break free.

MAN [OVER RADIO]: We switch
you now to Third Way Headquarters...

for an urgent message.

SEBASTIAN [ON TV]: Good
afternoon, my brothers and sisters.

I have just received word
from our Special Forces unit...

that they have successfully acquired
a United States government rocket.

The rocket is now on
its way to headquarters.

This rocket is the, uh, final in of a
series of, uh, unofficial acquisitions...

we've made over the past
months. With it, we now have...

Open Channel D, please.

[COUGHS]

SEBASTIAN [ON TV]: To
launch the thermal prism into orbit.

Within a matter of hours, we will control
the most powerful weapon in the world.

And now, my followers...

it will be up to you, in
your individual chapters...

to carry through
on the local level.

Once the prism is in orbit,
you will form into tactical units...

as indicated in your manuals.

You will then perform
communications control...

carry out all necessary
assassinations...

and generally maintain order...

while the world is
responding to our requests.

Until then, I remain
your humble servant.

Goodbye.

And keep the faith.

This man is a trespasser.

We forgive him, in our own way.

I think that he and the young lady
have just won a free trip to Los Angeles.

SEBASTIAN: Very good.

Drive it to headquarters.
Time is of the essence.

This is an historic moment.

What you men have done
today will be long remembered...

by the peace-loving
peoples of the world.

You have proven yourselves
worthy of the Third Way...

and the Third Way
will show its gratitude.

I have a small surprise for you.

Azalea.

You all know our
high priestess, Azalea.

- Keep them covered.
- Hmm?

A little something
from the management.

[WOMEN GIGGLING AND CHATTERING]

[ALL CHATTERING]

The jeweled pin on
Azalea, it's one of ours.

I'll have Mr. Waverly put
a tracking scanner on it.

What does Sebastian
have in mind for you?

I don't know. Nothing
good, I'm sure.

[GROOVY MUSIC PLAYING]

Another brother.

Ahem, do you, uh, want me
to go to headquarters with you?

No, Carl. You deserve to
stay here with your comrades.

Enjoy.

Hey.

- Hi, there.
- Hi.

- Hi.
- Listen, I have to make a phone call.

- Oh, no.
- No, I really do.

In case you're wondering
why you're still alive...

you will have the great privilege
of witnessing my people...

put the thermal
prism into orbit.

And use U.N.C.L.E.
as a mouthpiece...

to relay your demands
to the world, I suppose.

Exactly. I think your organization
should be very helpful.

It will save me a
lot of paperwork.

- I found you again.
- Ah. So you did.

- Look what I brought you.
- I have to make that phone call.

Oh, you haven't even
told me your number.

I still have to make
that phone call.

I'm 42-B. Before
that, I was Margie.

Hmm. Well, I'll be right back.

[MARGIE GIGGLING]

Oh, you can't make a phone
call like that, when you're all wet.

You might get a shock.

I understand your
natural enthusiasm...

Say, I thought there was
something funny about you.

Your hair dye isn't
supposed to come off.

Hey, he's a fake. Hey,
everybody, he's a fake.

[WOMEN SCREAMING]

What is that?

It isn't mine.

Of course not. It's
a homing device.

Which one of you did this?

[GRUNTS]

- What difference does it make?
- None, really.

What's the matter with him? Why doesn't
he speak when I ask him a question?

Well, when Omar was in
the circus with his brothers...

well, he used to lie on the ground
and lift weights over his head.

One of them dropped.

Then put the pin on him.

Put it on.

What do you have in mind?

Well, he won't make
much of a courier, will he?

[TIRES SQUEALING, HORNS HONKING]

It happens all the
time on the freeways.

The party at the warehouse
must be well underway.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you for reminding me.

Loyalty is something
that's difficult to measure.

[GUNSHOTS]

[WOMEN SCREAMING]

[WOMEN COUGHING]

[GUNSHOTS]

[GUNSHOT]

[WOMEN COUGHING]

Don't tell me, you're another
one of the Aksoy brothers.

I am Karim Aksoy.
How did you know?

Just lucky, I guess.

You're not trying to tell us that you're
gonna launch a rocket from this building.

It must be some kind of a hoax. I
can't believe you're really serious.

He is serious.

Yes, he is, isn't he?

SEBASTIAN: My technicians formed an opening
in the roof directly above the rocket.

This side of the building has
been reinforced to serve as a silo.

I think the old man
is about to speak.

What's the matter with him?

He hasn't uttered
a word in 20 years.

The belief is that when he speaks,
the Third Way will inherit the earth.

You probably believe that too.

I am the high priestess.

It's my job to believe
it more than anyone.

[SIGHS]

Well, I'm sure that
once the thermal prism

is launched tonight,
the old man will speak.

And appropriately so...

for then we will be prepared
to fulfill his mystic destiny.

Return to your stations.

I don't want to be a killjoy...

but isn't the control panel rather
close to the base of the rocket?

It could explode, you know.

No danger, Mr. Kuryakin.

The shield around the base is
composed of a special heat-resistant alloy.

One I created myself,
as a matter fact.

My people will
be well-protected.

Now, put these two under
guard in the observation booth.

That's all of them, sir.
Sign on the bottom, please.

Thank you.

How long have you been
watching this warehouse?

Day and night for six months.

The one day I'm late returning
from lunch, I miss Sebastian.

[RADIO BEEPING]

Excuse me.

Solo here.

We've tracked down that
homing device, Mr. Solo.

It was found on the
body of one Omar Aksoy.

WAVERLY [OVER RADIO]: Nowhere
near Sebastian, needless to say.

Do we have anything specific on
Sebastian from any other sources?

Nothing yet, Mr. Solo.
No, not a thing.

I'm sorry about your brother.

I will repay Sebastian...

1000 fold.

The computers are locked
in, sir. All systems go.

All units secure
countdown positions.

Confirm all tower
tracking zones.

- Double-lock all computers.
- Confirmed.

All right.

Countdown set for zero
hour minus 15 minutes.

When I left here last
night, they almost killed me.

Now, you got them onto me. You
know how to get in touch with Sebastian.

I want you to get in
touch with him for me now.

- No, no, I can't.
- Now.

Honest, I can't.

I'm afraid you'll have to.

The world's running
out of time, and I'm

running out of patience.
Are you going to...?

[RADIO BEEPING]

LISA [OVER RADIO]: Report
to headquarters, Mr. Solo.

Emergency Pattern 14.

- I'm afraid you'll have
to wait, I'm about...

LISA: That's a direct
order from Mr. Waverly.

All right.

I'll be back for you.

[CAR ENGINE REVVING]

MAN [OVER PA]: H-hour
minus 1 1 minutes, 15 seconds.

[PHONE RINGS]

Thanks, I knew you'd oblige.

Hello.

Hello.

There's a malfunction in
the nose-cone interlock.

Well, get someone to fix it.

I want a circuit
breakdown in a local area...

on FRL23-MP246.

There's no need for those.

These aren't for me.

I was just thinking
of my poor Hugh.

At this very moment...

give or take a few
hours time difference...

he's rotting in that
awful Turkish jail.

And if something happens
to me, he'll never get out.

We've pinpointed the location,
sir. 15444 Wilshire Boulevard.

Backup units are
on the way, Mr. Solo.

That should be it.

I want that nose
cone repaired! Now!

Too late, Mr. Solo.

SEBASTIAN [OVER PA]:
We began without you.

He's very annoying.

Can you force the door open?

They must be at
the lowest level.

The interlock, is it fixed yet?

Well, lock all computers,
finalize all procedures.

MAN [OVER PA]:
H-hour minus five minutes.

SOLO: Against the wall.

The rocket is on auto-control,
Mr. Solo. You can't stop it now.

You've done a good job, the
best you could do, but it's over.

Even if you send
me to jail, I'll get out.

And the thermal prism will
be up there, waiting for me.

Maybe not.

[GRUNTS]

Solo!

[SEBASTIAN GRUNTING]

MAN [OVER PA]: Ten,
nine, eight, seven, six, five...

four, three, two, one, zero.

Fire.

All right, destroy
all that equipment.

ILLYA: He's dead.

[SIGHS]

I wonder what he
would have said.

Thank you.

A visitor, for you.

Oh, thank you,
Napoleon. Oh, thank you.

My darling Hugh, finally
released from prison...

and you arranged everything.

Oh, thank you.

How do you do? I'm Ali Aksoy.

[SOLO SIGHS]

Where's Hugh? Where is he?

- You must be Annie.
- Well, where's Hugh?

Uh, dear, he isn't coming.

Well, it seems his mother
was notified of his release...

and she was waiting
at the prison gate.

Well, even though he was
jailed unjustly, as was I...

well, the family kept the
entire affair a secret, you know.

But... But he did ask
me to give you this.

Oh.

At least he sent the ring back.

What are you going to do now?

Find somebody that fits this.

Well...

Thank you, Mr. Solo, anyway.

Ahem, I'm indebted to you,
sir, for my release. Thank you.

Dear lady, I am at your
service. May I be of assistance?

SOLO: You never can tell.

The ring might just fit him.

Well...

We'll just have to
find out, won't we?

[SIGHS]

SOLO: Anything new?
- Not much.

A revolution in the Orient...

a multi-million-dollar
train robbery in England...

five kidnapped scientists, and
a plan to melt the polar icecap.

Good. I think I'll
take the afternoon off.

[ENGLISH SDH]