All language subtitles for The Man From U.N.C.L.E. - S04E07 - The THRUSH Roulette Affair.en

[CROWD CHATTERING]

[CROUPIER SPEAKS IN FRENCH]

WOMAN: Oh, come,
eight, 11, 17, 21.

[CROUPIER SPEAKS IN FRENCH]

[WOMAN GROANS]

Oh, no.

Again. I'm out of chips.

I'll take another thousand.

- No need for that, old darling.
- Barnaby.

All play in the private
casino stops at midnight.

You are a wicked boy. I want
to try to win back what I lost.

Ha, ha. Sorry,
countess. House rules.

Great idea you've
got here, Partridge.

Makes you feel like
you are really gambling.

Hm. But why are there
guards at the door?

Afraid we'll run off
without paying our debts?

[LAUGHS]

Unlike yourself, countess,
I am not a gambler.

What I win, I make
certain I keep.

Well, I lost again, so I'm
giving. What am I down for?

The agreed upon
stakes, Kramer. Your life.

[LAUGHS]

I mean, how much do I
make the check out for?

This is one time you don't
cover your losses with a check.

That's impossible. I can
take a joke to a certain point.

I thought you were joking when you
said we were gambling for our lives.

Each of you has some
vital information which I want.

Each of you accepted my
invitation to play in the private casino.

And each of you
agreed upon the stakes.

You all lost. Now
it's collection time.

And the price is your lives.

Your lives...

or the information.

Colonel Acevedo,
it's almost 3:00.

Your appointment with
Mr. Waverly is at 3:15.

Colonel?

Well, since you insisted upon
coming all the way up here...

allow me to show you the
principal landmarks of the city.

Over there is the United Nations
building, the Lincoln Center...

and in the lower left-hand corner,
you can see U.N.C.L.E. headquarters.

[WOMAN SCREAMS]

[CROWD CHATTERING]

Colonel!

[CROWD CHATTERING]

Dr. Siguru in Tokyo, Judge
Spencer in Cleveland...

Hoffman in Chicago and
now Colonel Acevedo.

Four suicides among
government and civilian VIPs.

That's no mere
coincidence, gentlemen.

Yes, I've read the
intelligence report, sir.

At the same time there
has been an alarming rise...

amongst the quality and
quantity of top-secret information...

passing into the
hands of Thrush.

Is there any
evidence of a tie-in?

Research has discovered a
single common denominator...

shared by the suicides.

The past year, each of them
has been an invited guest...

at the same island gambling
casino, Club Thanatopsis.

Why don't we find someone who's
been there and question them?

Precisely why I'd hoped to
meet with Colonel Acevedo.

He'd only just returned
from a weekend there.

Mr. Kuryakin, I want you to
go to the Club Thanatopsis.

Check out any possible
link with Thrush...

and anything else you can learn.

Your assignment, Mr. Solo...

is to ferret out any VIPs that have
received invitations to the club...

and persuade them to cooperate
with us here at U.N.C.L.E.

If we can get hold of
someone on the inside...

someone they don't suspect...

we can possibly learn what's
behind the club's operations.

I'll leave right away, sir.

Excellent, Mr. Kuryakin.

Your plane for the Caribbean
will leave within an hour.

[TELETYPE CLATTERING]

[CHUCKLES]

Your being here has caused quite
a stir at Central, Mr. Ambassador.

However, I'm sure you have no desire
to remain here any longer than necessary.

So if you'll just give me the
location of the conference...

I'll have you whisked
home in royal style.

Would you do the
same for the delegates?

Well, there's no need to worry
your head about that, old darling.

You've just sampled what Dr. Ieato has
in store for you if you don't cooperate.

And I assure you, the preliminary
tests are fun and games...

compared to the
full examination.

You'll get nothing from me.

Nothing?

I've tasted your methods before.

You're wasting your time if you think
you can torture the information out of me.

I was a silent guest of the
Nazi experts for three years.

My dear Mr. Ambassador,
nothing so crude.

You might as well kill me.

I won't tell you a thing.

I'm well aware you're not
afraid of a normal death.

But every one of us has a secret
inner fear of dying in a certain way.

You know what I
mean, Mr. Ambassador?

Some of us are
afraid of drowning.

Others are terrified
of heights or animals.

Whatever your secret
fear is, I'll find it out.

Unless you cooperate, I'll
be forced to program you...

to kill yourself in the
way you fear most.

You have my answer.

PATRIDGE: You know what
will happen, Mr. Ambassador?

For days, for weeks,
you'll walk around...

with your mind wiped clean
except the fear eating at your brain.

And then one day, in answer
to a programmed command...

you'll either dial a special
number and offer the information...

or you'll commit suicide.

On the other hand,
if you cooperate...

you'll leave the island
tanned, well-rested...

and with nothing
but fond memories.

You may even win a few
thousand at the casino.

I know what you're thinking,
but it's quite impossible.

The island is entirely
under my control.

There's absolutely no
one in the neighborhood...

who could possibly
help you escape.

Have you changed your mind?

Did you think I would?

Tsk.

The next stop, Mr. Ambassador...

will be the doorway to
your own private hell.

Uh, it's not that I don't trust her,
it's just that I wanna make sure...

that my fiancée is going
where she says she's going.

You know how that is.

No, I don't.

But even if I did, I couldn't
show you the club reservation list.

It's agency rule.

Well, maybe you could bend
the rule just, uh, this once.

Hm? Maybe?

You really don't trust her.

Now, the reservation
list, please.

I'm sending for it.

Okay.

This gentleman has a problem.

He'd like to see the Club
Thanatopsis reservation list.

Uh, no, actually, I
don't have any problem.

Uh, it's really
not that important.

I guess, in the long run, you
can trust most women anyway.

- Oh, I have Mr. Solo.
- Yes, Mr. Solo?

WAVERLY [OVER RADIO]: I've
been awaiting your report for some time.

The travel agency
is a front for Thrush.

They use it to carry VIPs on
chartered flights to the island.

Have you gotten hold of
any names yet, Mr. Solo?

No, but I have high hopes.

The girl at the travel agency
wouldn't show me the passenger list...

for flights to the island.

I'm going to try another
approach. Over and out.

[SIRENS WAILING]

Right over there. Bring it in.

Bring that big one in.

- Hi.
- Stop! No one's allowed in there.

- All the way in.
- I said, you're not allowed in there.

Stop him!

Stop him!

Stop him! Stop him,
he's getting the invitations.

[GRUNTING]

He's got one.

Would you let me finish?

You've got to realize
there are certain risks.

Of course you know very well
I do not wish to be replaced.

The past year, I've given you...

You asked for information concerning
the International Security Conference.

You'll have it.

No, that's not another
promise. It's a fact.

I have Ambassador Vanderloon
under treatment at this moment.

That's right. The International
Security Conference.

You'll have the exact
location in a day or two.

Yes, I thought you'd
like that bit of news.

Once the delegates are eliminated,
Thrush will have one less security problem.

I said in a day or two.

You have my word.

Dr. Ieato has finished
examining the others.

He's just starting the
ambassador's test.

To our success, old darling.

I offered a toast, Monica.

It's bad form not to join in.

Right now you may think I'm
just one of Central's whipping boys.

Just another punch
card in their computer.

- Aren't you?
- Not by a long shot, old darling.

I may be running a clip
palace for them today...

but tomorrow, I'll be
a member of Central.

Have you told them yet?

When I have the exact location
of the security conference...

they'll take the pressure
off, and then up I go.

Tomorrow, I'll be a
member of Central.

And within a year, I guarantee,
I'll be head of Central.

You may not think
so now, old darling...

but it was the luckiest day of
your life when you threw in with me.

I have to go back to the casino.

Go when I tell you to go.

You haven't been very
attentive to me lately, Monica.

Why is that, do you suppose?

Could it be that you don't
approve of my business associates?

Well, get this
straight, old darling.

Like it or not, you're in
this as deeply as I am.

You go down with me or up.

Now, up is better.
You know that.

So I'm sure you'll be the
first to congratulate me...

on my election to Central.

In the meantime, you'll
do everything you can...

to make the club, and
me, a great success.

Won't you, old darling?

[CROUPIER SPEAKING IN FRENCH]

Sweetie, you've just
got to trust the system.

It hasn't failed yet.

Yeah, that may be.
But has it ever worked?

[CROUPIER SPEAKING IN FRENCH]

Sweetie, you
ain't concentrating.

Well, I have a feeling that
I'm jinxing the system. Here.

CROUPIER: Merci, monsieur.

Excuse me. You seem to have
some authority around here.

Authority? Me?

Well, these house
limits are a waste of time.

Could you get me
into the back room?

Back room? There
is no back room here.

Ambassador Vanderloon's
preliminary tests were most interesting.

He'll be a worthy challenge.

There are very few things that
frighten you, Mr. Ambassador.

But as you're about
to learn, I never fail.

With anyone.

[ALARM BUZZING]

It appears we have
an uninvited guest.

Attention, all security units.

An U.N.C.L.E. agent
is loose in the corridors.

It appears he's lost.

Perhaps you gentlemen
can assist him.

You see, old darling, I told you there
isn't anyone here who can help you.

Except me.

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

[GUNSHOT]

[YELLS]

[PANTING]

If you could manage to got
only one name, Mr. Solo...

why did it have to
be Taggart Coleman?

Well, I guess it's
not my lucky day.

I was looking for a responsible person
to give us information on the club...

not an eccentric playboy.

Well, Coleman does have a
reputation for being a loner.

But it is possible I might be able
to persuade him to work with us.

I devoutly hope so, Mr. Solo.

Here. Perhaps this will help.

SOLO: Who is she?

She's an employee of
the Club Thanatopsis...

and Coleman's ex-girlfriend.

Use her as bait.

Rumor has it that he
still hasn't gotten over her.

Oh, uh, still no
word from Illya?

Nothing.

Well, we must get someone
inside that club without delay.

And that someone, Mr. Solo,
has got to be Taggart Coleman.

A bunch of screwballs
wanna freak out for good?

That's their bag...

not mine.

What if they didn't commit suicide?
We think they were murdered.

That's the trouble with you
do-gooders. Tune in yourself, man.

Find out what's
happening in your brain...

before messing around
with the other guy's.

Do you always talk
like a protest poster?

[LAUGHS]

Hey, you got a sense
of humor, Bonaparte.

Why do you suppose you got the
invitation to the casino, Mr. Coleman?

Why? Because
I'm a very rich man.

Who owns a lot of aerospace
factories doing top-secret work.

The sort of work that
Thrush might be interested in.

- Let's say you went to the club.
- Sorry, Solo.

I've been that route.
Those joints give me a pain.

SOLO: Mm-hm.

But doesn't it give you a pain that Thrush
is killing people all over the world?

You're a solid-gold
humanitarian.

Oh, don't feed me
the brochure stuff.

Last year, I gave a
million bucks to charities.

Everything from drying-out
winos to diapering orphans.

Can you match that?

What has she
got to do with this?

Have you heard from her?

Not for two years.

I asked you a question.

She's working at the Club
Thanatopsis. And maybe for Thrush.

You've flipped.

Perhaps I have.

- You can find out for sure.
- Not me, Solo.

She walked on me and
I'm not chasing after her.

I thought you didn't care
about her any longer.

- I don't.
- Come off it, Coleman.

This girl's in trouble whether
she's in with Thrush or not.

I was gonna marry Monica.

Somebody put a bug in my ear,
said all she wanted was my money.

And I believed it.

When she found
out, she took off.

I guess she proved
me wrong, huh?

All I want, Solo,
is to forget her.

I think you want to
help her, Coleman.

Before it's too late.

[DOOR CLOSES]

A few more tests, and Dr. Ieato will
have pinpointed Vanderloon's deepest fear.

That is phase one.

And then what?

If he still refuses
to cooperate...

then we'll begin phase two of
our little show-and-tell program.

This, old darling, is phase two.

The phase two, Mr. Kuryakin, is
the application of the individual's fear.

You'd be amazed what
some people are afraid of.

[RUMBLING OVER SPEAKERS]

KRAMER: Let me out!

Stop it! They're
going to crush me!

Let me out! Please!

[LIONS ROARING]

[ELEPHANTS TRUMPETING]

Stop them! They're
going to crush me!

Stop them!

Central was delighted when I
informed them you were my guest.

They were sure you'd be a veritable fount
of valuable information about U.N.C.L.E.

Well, you shouldn't promise
what you can't deliver.

Oh, I shall deliver the
ambassador, Mr. Kuryakin.

And I shall deliver you.

Kuryakin is undergoing
preliminary tests now.

That's right.

[CHUCKLES]

Of course I'll get
the information.

And the new code?
Yes, of course.

And the plans for
Operation Death Watch.

I didn't know about that one.

Yes, of course Central
will have the information.

Of course, and in short order.
You can take my word for that.

Fail?

[CHUCKLES]

Of course I won't fail.

I can foresee nothing that
could possibly stand in my way.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Okay, so now we're...

That's an anti-bugging
device. It scrambles the speech.

I'm impressed. Now what?

It's cocktail hour.

Miss Monica Hyodo, please.

You haven't forgotten
what she drinks, have you?

Tell her to meet you by
the pool in five minutes.

Make that two, please.

No sign of Illya yet.

SOLO: We're not even
certain he's on the island.

And Mr. Coleman and the girl?

They're meeting now.

Why did you come?

How'd I know you'd be here? I
haven't heard from you in two years.

Remember?

You're looking well.

I get along.

Look, Tag, if you're trying
to get back together again, I...

I came here to gamble.

And nothing else.

You remembered.

Tag, no matter what you think of
me, I... I never meant to hurt you.

Are you still racing cars?

Some.

My life hasn't changed much.

Except that it's a lot emptier.

Monica.

Maybe things could be different.

Forget it.

There is nothing in it
for either of us anymore.

Monica.

How long are you staying here?

As long as the action holds up.

I understand you've got a
groovy private casino in the hotel.

How about getting me in?

How do you know about that?

Word gets around. Can
you get me in tonight?

Forget the private casino.

Leave the island today, please.

Why?

- Why?
- Just do what I tell you.

Leave.

Are you in trouble?

Tag, believe me,
I never meant to...

We've learned, Mr. Solo, that
Ambassador Vanderloon has disappeared.

When last heard from, he was
en route to the Club Thanatopsis.

Perhaps your Mr. Coleman
can help unravel that mystery.

I don't like it, sir, sending
Coleman into the lion's den.

I'm afraid that it's a
risk we've got to take.

We? You mean me, sir.

I was the one who blackmailed
Coleman into helping us.

I share your concern,
Mr. Solo. And your responsibility.

But if it's any comfort to you, remember
the final decision was Mr. Coleman's.

[TELETYPE CLATTERING]

[CHUCKLES]

Yes, Central informs us that that
is indeed the real Taggart Coleman.

And he has a
triple-A credit rating.

Just make sure he plays
in the private casino tonight.

Why bother with him?

He's hardly in the same class with the
ambassador or these U.N.C.L.E. agents.

Don't play the little
innocent with me, Monica.

I know all there is to know
about you and Mr. Coleman.

I believe the gossip columns called
it the great romance of the decade.

Merchant prince falls for
poor little scullery maid.

Barnaby, I swear I didn't
tell him anything. I only...

But you did try,
didn't you, old girl?

Just be thankful
I'm a forgiving man.

I'll overlook your clumsy
attempt to deceive me this time.

Just make sure that Mr. Coleman
plays in the private casino tonight.

Please, Barnaby.

I'll see to it that he
leaves the island tonight.

Do that for me, and
I promise you I'll...

No deal, old darling.

The game goes on as usual.

With Mr. Coleman
as the honored guest.

But...

[SIGHS]

Take off your jacket.

- I feel lousy using Monica this way.
- Mm-hm.

Well, if you wanna
back out, now's the time.

I'm not copping out.

That's just my way of
telling you that if it turns out...

that Monica isn't
mixed up in this drivel...

I'm gonna bust you up.

Oh, thanks for the warning.

Meanwhile, I'm going to be
back of you every step of the way.

With these.

It's a complete
transmitting outfit.

This is a microphone.

This is a TV camera.

I'll be listening.

And Mr. Waverly at
U.N.C.L.E. headquarters...

will be watching everything
that goes on in the private casino.

- Okay?
- Give it to me straight, Bonaparte.

What happens if it turns out
that Monica isn't mixed up in this?

Let's cross that bridge
when we come to it.

[TRAIN ENGINE CHUGGING
OVER SPEAKERS]

[TRAIN HORN HONKING]

[TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING]

[TRAIN HORN HONKING]

[TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING]

[SCREAMING]

[TRAIN BELLS RINGING]

[SOUND STOPS]

Mr. Ambassador.

Where will the International Security
Conference take place next month?

[VANDERLOON MOANS]

Do you want me to
start the picture again?

[MOANING]

No. Please.

The location of the security
conference, Mr. Ambassador.

Hotel de la Ville, Vevey.

Switzerland.

Excellent, Ieato. Excellent.

You've just guaranteed half
my membership in Central.

Do as thorough a job on Kuryakin
and I promise you it won't be forgotten.

See, my darling? My plans
are beginning to pay off.

Very soon I'll be at
the top of the ladder.

And then we'll see just how
deep your convictions are.

Oh, it's almost time
for the private game.

Your precious playboy of the
Western world will be there, won't he?

He'll be there.

Who knows? He may even win.

Mr. Coleman, I'm delighted
you accepted my invitation.

Thank you.

I can't tell you just how
delighted I really am.

My dear. Good evening.

Old darling.

Tonight, gentlemen,
mademoiselle...

you're about to experience
the unique pleasure...

one which only a true
gambler can appreciate.

As you will see, tonight you're
playing only with white and black chips.

BARNABY [OVER RADIO]:
From now until midnight...

you'll be gambling not for
money but for your lives.

At midnight, a tally of the chips
will tell us who lives and who dies.

White for the living,
the black for the dead.

I don't think I'll
play, Mr. Partridge.

PARTRIDGE: That's
impossible, old darling.

You've got to play.

The house rule.

Nobody enters or leaves
the casino until after midnight.

COLEMAN: House rule or not, if
she wants out, you can't make her stay.

Partridge.

Enjoy your
gambling, old darlings.

Good luck.

Open Channel D.

- Channel D open.
SOLO: Still no sign of Illya.

I'm going to try for Coleman if I
can get into the private casino.

Out.

You'll never hold out, Kuryakin.

Cooperate with me and
you'll avoid a greet deal of pain.

I have an abnormally
high threshold.

That's what the
ambassador thought too.

Until Dr. Ieato began
his experiments.

What was the fear that
broke the ambassador?

The same as yours.

Kuryakin, I want you to recite U.N.C.L.E.'s
complete operational structure.

And I want you to do it now.

Your last chance, Kuryakin.

[GRUNTING]

[ALARM BUZZING]

[ALARM BUZZING]

[GUN CLICKS]

Another U.N.C.L.E. agent has
been added to our collection.

[GRUNTING]

I'll send for more guards.

Where's your
sporting blood, Ieato?

If Napoleon Solo
came here to gamble...

I'm sure we can invent a
game that will interest him.

Kuryakin is a
highly trained agent.

He's younger and tougher
than the ambassador.

This is an altogether
different process. It will work.

SOLO [OVER SPEAKERS]: Illya?

Illya?

Illya?

Illya?

Illya? Illya?

Illya?

[ECHOING] Illya?

Illya?

The effects won't
last very long.

He'll have to go through the
regular programming later.

What do you have in your hand?

A Luger 9 mm automatic pistol.

The instant you see Napoleon
Solo, what will you do?

I will effect his destruction.

And then?

I will come back
to you immediately.

[SNAPS]

Illya.

[GUN CLICKS]

[GUNSHOT]

Excellent, Ieato. As
always, my compliments.

[GRUNTING]

[COUGHING]

Napoleon.

I didn't...?

You did.

I did?

Wow.

All Code Blue units.

The two U.N.C.L.E. agents. Track
them down and kill them on sight.

How are you going to explain
Kuryakin's death to Central?

You promised them the
U.N.C.L.E. information.

He was shot trying to escape.

[GUNSHOT]

[CROWD CHATTERING]

I found the back room
myself. Come on, I'll show you.

- What do you want?
- Coleman.

Where's the private casino?

His life's in danger.
They're going to kill him.

Not if he tells them
what they want.

- Where is he?
- I can't.

You don't know what
Partridge would do to me.

If Coleman dies, you don't
know what we're gonna do to you.

SOLO: Coleman's only reason
for being here is to help you.

He's willing to risk his life
to save your precious neck.

Let's go.

Talk to him.

You know those U.N.C.L.E.
agents they are looking for?

I think I know where they
are. You know, I saw them...

[MAN GRUNTING]

[WOMAN SCREAMING]

Now, I know it's presum...
Presumptuous of me...

but would you mind
keeping an eye on them?

With pleasure.

Partridge has
Ambassador Vanderloon.

He's got him in the
room next door to the lab.

SOLO: Hold it.

[GRUNTING]

[TRAIN HORN HONKING
OVER SPEAKERS]

[GRUNTS]

[SCREAMS]

[TRAINS HONKING,
WHISTLING OVER SPEAKERS]

[SCREAMING]

[GRUNTS]

[GRUNTING]

[SCREAMING]

[THUDS]

[ELEVATOR ENGINE HUMMING]

"From Thrush Central
to Barnaby Partridge.

Congratulations on being
elected as a member of Central.

The board expects even greater
accomplishments in the future."

[ENGLISH SDH]