All language subtitles for The Man From U.N.C.L.E. - S04E08 - The Deadly Quest Affair.en

[AMBULANCE SIREN WAILING]

WOMAN [OVER PA]: Dr. Lauer.

[BELL RINGING OVER PA]

Doctor's orders, Illya.

Bed rest until they're certain there aren't
any aftereffects from the concussion.

One more day of bed rest and you
may have to put padding on the walls.

Now, now, no negative thoughts.
Think how lucky you are to be here.

Lucky?

You could have been the killed
jumping off that train with Margo.

Instead, you're here, getting plenty of
rest, you have time for meditation, uh...

fruit of the vine,
flowers of the field.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

- Exquisite view.
- What exquisite view?

That exquisite view.

I'm afraid you'll have
to leave now, Mr. Solo.

Visiting hours are over.

Time for you
temperature, Mr. Kuryakin.

Again?

[BELL RINGING OVER PA]

WOMAN [OVER PA]: Dr. Lauer.

Dr. Lauer. Dr. Lauer.

Ah, I'm going.

Oh, Margo wanted me to thank you,
but she was busy tonight modeling bikinis.

And, uh, I thought I
would say hello for you...

if I just stopped by and
picked her up for supper.

No, Mr. Kuryakin, you're
to stay in bed and rest.

WOMAN [OVER PA]: Dr. Lauer.

And no cheating on the
thermometer this time, Mr. Kuryakin.

I'll be back to check it...

and make sure you've taken
your emulsion and sleeping pills.

Sorry, Mr. Kuryakin.

I'm Dr. Heller.

The orderly here will
help you into the gurney.

What for?

For the consultation on
your condition tomorrow.

Just some routine
cranial vascular x-rays.

But only the emergency
x-ray lab is open after 6.

Yes, uh, that's where
we're taking you.

Then why did the nurse
give me sleeping pills?

[HELLER GRUNTS]

[ILLYA GRUNTING]

[ILLYA MOANS]

Get him ready.

But carefully, he still
has 10 hours to live.

[LEOPARD GROWLING]

You may now preset
the digital timer.

The message has been delivered?

Exactly at 9:00.

Excellent.

You have both done well.

And the tasks assigned you...

have been carried out
precisely and to the letter.

You both fully deserve the final
installment of our agreement.

Stefan?

You will see that
they are paid in full.

You will find the amount,
I believe, to be exact.

Fifty thousand kroner was the
amount agreed upon, was it not?

- Considering the risk...
- A contract is a contract, gentlemen.

It is now terminated.

The terms have been
fulfilled on each side.

Stefan will guide you out.

What about the
escape plan for us?

That was part of the bargain.

VIKTOR: That has
been provided for.

Stefan will make the arrangements
for your, uh, final disappearance.

Again, gentlemen, my
gratitude for your services.

Let's go.

[TRAP DOOR OPENS]

[GUNFIRE]

Viktor Karmak? Alive?

Yes, Mr. Solo, Viktor
Karmak, alive and here...

and holding Mr. Kuryakin.

Well, someone's grabbed
Illya, but not Viktor Karmak.

He died two years ago in Acabia. His
own people put him out of commission.

You say you witnessed
Karmak's death?

Well, something less
pleasant than death.

What was left of Karmak was staked out in
a jungle clearing for the scavenger ants.

With scavenger ants, death
is slow, but it's always certain.

Not in this case.

Sir, Illya and I buried him.
Or, uh, at least his remains.

Some shreds of uniform, a few bones.
I'm sure you have our report on the affair.

Yes, I have it. I
have it, all right.

And a report from
Infiltration Command.

Another from M.I.P. Net.

Both are quite conclusive.

Karmak resurfaced in
Brazil two months ago.

His trail since then
is quite distinct.

Montréal, El Salvador.

And now here. Here in the city.

Karmak's entry-visa declaration.

His thumbprint and
his own signature.

That doesn't make sense.

Unless he wants us to find him.

Oh, no, he wants
you to find him.

You and Mr. Kuryakin were
responsible for his downfall.

You, uh, may care to listen
to the message he's sent.

I think you might
find it interesting...

since, apparently, it's an
invitation to your own death.

MYNA BIRD: Solo. Solo.

[MYNA BIRD SQUAWKING]

MYNA BIRD: Twelve
o'clock. At 12. Or Illya dies.

Well, what do you make of it?

Twelve o'clock?

Twelve, 12...

Where?

I'll show you. Oh, Miss Rogers?

If Karmak's trying to lure you into a trap,
he has to be sure you'll make it in time.

Must be somewhere in Manhattan.

SOLO: Well, that
brackets it nicely.

We've still got 52 minutes
left to find one specific spot...

one pinpointed area that
somehow adds up to 12.

Twelfth Precinct, maybe?

No, it's got to be a
definite place, uh...

- How about Pier 12?
WAVERLY: Miss Rogers?

We've already checked
it out, Napoleon. Nothing.

And Number 12, 12th Avenue...

and Track Number 12,
Grand Central. Nothing.

[RADIO BEEPING]

Waverly here.

MAN [OVER RADIO]:
Grid Net 3 in position.

Awaiting instructions.

All right, I'll be there.

Meantime, instruct Grid Net 3
to proceed with Capital Plan A.

Full red alert. Condition Green
permissible at any possible contact.

Condition Green?

If Karmak spots U.N.C.L.E. agents floating
in there, he may not wait until 12.

He'll murder Illya out of hand.

But if we can guess the place, I might
have a chance of getting to Illya alone.

That's just what Karmak wants.

I couldn't allow that.

I can't afford to lose two agents
because of a childish vendetta.

But perhaps you have an
alternative plan to suggest, Mr. Solo?

- Not yet.
- Then I have no choice.

Solo. Solo.

[BIRD SQUAWKING]

Twelve o'clock or Illya dies.

Illya dies.

Have you found something?

Just possibly, Lisa.

Just possibly.

[CREAKING]

Well, I suppose you're another
one of those nasty people...

from the Health and
Sanitation Department.

Well, I will not be moved again.

I don't know if you've ever
read the Constitution, but...

Where is he?

What are you talking about?

And look, if you're not from the
Health and Sanitation Department...

well, then what
are you doing here?

- Well, what are you doing here?
- Well, the rent happens to be reasonable.

Oh, you're a starving artist.

- Uh-huh.
- Oh, I see.

And that Tsingtao
necklace you're wearing...

I gather you got that at a
distress sale in the local dime store.

I'd estimate that each one
of these matched emeralds...

is worth about,
uh, hmm, $15,000?

- Seventeen thousand.
- Oh.

And it just so happens that
my daddy gave them to me...

when I promised
to give up skydiving.

All right, you can drop the
pose now. Where's Karmak?

Watch out. Oh.

Now look what you've done.

Look, you just did that.

I did?

You've gone and altered
the whole dynamic of it.

Hmm.

I was gonna call it
Time in a Cosmic Flight...

Wait a minute.

Now it adds a
certain primal thrust.

It could be called Flight.

Flight in Cosmic, uh...

Exactly what are you doing here?

Well, exactly
what it looks like.

Of course, art to the Philistine
bureaucratic mind doesn't mean that, uh...

All right, you save the rest
of the compliments till later.

- You're getting out right now.
- Oh, now, just a minute.

An artist has certain
rights and if you think...

Write your congressmen
tomorrow, okay?

I am not going
anywhere. I own this place.

- I mean the whole area.
- Sue me.

[SHEILA GRUNTS]

KARMAK: Excellent, Mr. Solo...

you passed the first
test, and in good time.

But then I expected you
to decipher my message.

You see, I do have cause to
respect your capabilities, Mr. Solo.

And your sense of discretion.

Please don't move or I'll
be forced to kill you now.

What is it? Who is he?

An old acquaintance.

Yes, indeed, Mr. Solo.

A very old acquaintance.

And one who has had a long
time to contemplate this reunion.

[LEOPARD GROWLING]

I have planned your death and
Kuryakin's down to the last minute detail.

And I shall savor
every moment of it.

I think we better
get out of here.

[SCREAMS]

SOLO: Let the girl go.

You have a score to settle
with me. She has no part in it.

The young lady was not part
of the original plan of operations.

But she must be now.

Besides, she will even
up the odds of the hunt.

"The hunt"?

KARMAK: Yes, Mr. Solo.

I intend to hunt
you, to stalk you.

Kuryakin will be the
tethered bait and you the prey.

Kuryakin is being held somewhere
in this 10-block condemned area.

You have until
morning to hunt for him.

I, of course, will be enjoying
the sport of hunting you.

At precisely 6 a.m.,
Kuryakin will die.

However, he will die
earlier and instantly...

if you summon help.

The rules of the hunt, incidentally,
require that you surrender your gun...

or any other U.N.C.L.E. devices.

I see you are thinking of
doing something foolish. Don't.

Stefan.

[GUN COCKS]

You will give your weapons
to my servant, Stefan.

[LEOPARD GROWLING]

The fuse cap in your tie clip.

The gas pellet under your lapel.

Thank you.

Well, the odds seems somewhat
stacked in the house's favor now.

I have spent the last two years of
my life making certain of that, Mr. Solo.

You will not attempt to escape,
nor seek help, nor attempt to kill me...

for with my death, your colleague's
will be quite certain and immediate.

It is now six minutes to 12.

At midnight, the
hunt will begin.

[SHEILA SOBS]

KARMAK: I do hope you've
lost none of your skill, Mr. Solo.

It would be a pity for
the game to end too soon.

It's almost 12, it's
three minutes of.

I know.

Well, aren't we gonna do
something and try to get out of here?

How?

[SIGHS]

Wait, maybe I can go to the other
side of the area and try to call...

Karmak's got the deck.
We've got to play it his way...

and hope that he
makes the mistake.

You're not gonna go out
there and do what he said.

And let him hunt you down
like some kind of animal?

I've got to. That's the only way
I'm going to find Illya before...

[SIGHS]

Do you have anything around here
besides, ahh, wine and peanut butter?

What do you use in your work?

Um, oh, uh...

Well, mallet and chisel.

- Hmm.
- What, you're interested in modern art?

Never more than
right now, Miss, uh...?

Oh, uh, Van Tillson.
Sheila Van Tillson.

Then you do own this whole area.

Uh, no, my daddy did. He
gave it to the city for a park.

He was gonna build me
a studio, but I refused...

because I feel that in order
to create, an artist must suffer.

Well, I see you came
to the right place.

What did you use, ahh, for this?

- Glue, or...?
- No.

You see, in existential art, we don't
use any of the classical methods.

- Hmm.
- I used a welding torch.

Here.

Can we use it?

Ahem. Well, I'm afraid it might
cut down on our mobility a little.

Oh, wait, you're not
gonna leave me here alone?

Ahh, no.

As a matter of fact, I think you'd
be much safer coming with me.

Come on.

[GLASS CRACKS]

[FOOTSTEPS]

You do not want your last meal?

If you were sitting in a
gas chamber, would you?

Why not?

The glass.

It fell on the floor.

You should not do that.

For you, there is
no way to escape.

Or for you, Stefan.

You don't think he's gonna let you
survive, do you? He can't afford to.

He's gonna dispose of you
just like he did the other two...

to cover his tracks.

No.

When you are dead and the
other one, Karmak says we leave.

Run away is what he means...

with every U.N.C.L.E.
agent in the world after you.

Either way, you're finished.

But it doesn't
have to be that way.

Because U.N.C.L.E. will also reward
very handsomely anyone who helps.

KARMAK: Stefan.

Reward very handsomely.

KARMAK: Stefan.

Stefan, come. The hunt begins.

[LEOPARD GROWLS]

Think about it.

[PHONE RINGING]

- Stay here.
- Wait, it may be a trick.

I'm counting on that.
Bait to flush out the quarry.

Karmak may take a shot
at me and he may also miss.

If he does, it'll be my
chance to move in on him.

STEFAN [OVER
PHONE]: You there, Solo?

I'm listening.

STEFAN: I can tell you where your
friend is, where Karmak has him...

if you pay me and
guarantee I go free.

All right, tell me.

STEFAN: No, not on
the phone. I will meet you.

You mean someplace that's
good for an ambush, huh?

STEFAN: If I wanted to kill
you, I could do it right from here.

I'll prove it to you.

All right.

See that alleyway
across the street?

I'll meet you there
in five minutes.

Come unarmed, with your hands
up and at the back of your head.

STEFAN: Solo.

Solo. Solo.

Keep your hands up.

Where is he? Illya?

No. We settle first.

The other one, Kuryakin,
said you would pay.

All right.

Your life.

That's as high as I'll go.

I think you'd better
take it while you can.

All right, all right.

On the other side of this
alley, two blocks down...

there's a refrigeration plant.
He's on the second floor.

Well, just to make sure,
you can go with me.

Karmak would
kill me if I told...

[GUNSHOT]

Karmak!

This Karmak, he killed him?

Yeah, but not quite soon enough.

Not before he had time to
tell me where to find Illya.

Come on.

Patience, Ying.

The hunt is just beginning.

- You all right?
- Oh, I'm all right.

We gotta keep moving.
Karmak can't be far behind.

Hold on to my hand.

I don't see anything.

SOLO: Unguarded and inviting.

That's hardly characteristic
of Viktor Karmak.

Come on.

All right. I'll jump first.

But...

All right, come on, jump.

I can't. I'm afraid.

Come on now, jump. You said
you did some skydiving, didn't you?

Well, not exactly. I started to.

I even went so far as to
get a silver lamé jumpsuit.

But when I actually looked
down out of the plane...

Acrophobia.

Did you ever hear
of felinophobia?

- No.
- That's fear of cats.

Now, when Karmak comes, he's
going to have a leopard with him.

A leopard is a hunting cat,
and once it trees its quarry...

All right, I know.

- You will catch me?
- I'll catch you.

Take a deep breath,
close your eyes and jump.

[SHEILA GASPS THEN GRUNTS]

[PANTS]

Whew. Hey, I liked it.

Maybe I'll take up skydiving
again if you'll be around to catch me.

Now, stay close to me. Karmak
undoubtedly has the plant booby-trapped.

[YING GROWLS]

[SHEILA SCREAMS]

Wait. Maybe he's
electrified that too.

Maybe, but if Illya's inside, Karmak
had to turn the handle himself.

That's right.

[SHEILA GASPS]

Illya.

SHEILA: Oh. Ugh.

KARMAK: Check
and mate, Mr. Solo.

I fear you have been too hasty, too
quick to seize on my sacrificial pawn.

I had planned Stefan's death
as a prelude to your own anyway.

Ah, I am disappointed
in you, Mr. Solo.

I had expected you to extend the
diversion of the hunt a bit longer.

Still, there is one
pleasure left for me.

Ideally, of course, I should have
chosen a more protracted death for you.

But this will serve.

[SOBS]

[KNOCKING]

[GAS HISSING]

SHEILA: What is it?

SOLO: Gas starting
through the coils.

Karmak's turned
on the freezing unit.

[HAMMERING]

Huh, it's useless.

[SHEILA SIGHS]

Looks like a conduit aperture.

Pipes must feed through it from
the main freezing unit outside.

[GRUNTS]

[SHEILA SHOUTS]

And now that it's daylight,
he'll be able to see us anywhere.

Less than a half-hour left.

Maybe that's the
only way to find Illya.

Let Karmak see me,
make him come after me...

and hope to grab him and
twist the truth out of him.

Stay here.

Karmak.

Karmak?

Karmak.

KARMAK [OVER SPEAKER]:
I am here, Mr. Solo.

I congratulate you on
your temporary escape.

Excellent move, excellent.

I am waiting for your next one.

Please continue.

I don't see anything.

Well, it could be a bluff.

Maybe he's got his voice wired
into every air-raid siren in the area.

There's one way to find out.

I'm going to make a run for
that subway entrance over there.

If I make it, you come after me.

[GUNFIRE]

KARMAK [OVER SPEAKER]:
That should end any doubts...

you may have entertained
as to your position and mine.

I'm sure you realize I can finish
the hunt at my own discretion.

Now, at this precise
moment, if I so choose.

But there may be a certain
satisfaction in keeping you at bay.

That is, until the exact
moment of Mr. Kuryakin's death.

That leaves you precisely
17 minutes to live, Mr. Solo.

All right. Come on,
now, help me pry this up.

[SOLO GRUNTING]

All right, come on.

Go on.

SOLO: Okay.

[PANTING]

Stefan!

Seems to be a dead end.

It'd take a crew with
dynamite to break it open.

And we can't go back.

Wait, I think I see a light
or something over there.

Yeah, it seems to be coming
from another overhead exit.

- Hold on to my hand.
- Okay.

SHEILA: Aah!
- What?

[SQUEAKING]

[SHEILA PANTING]

- It's gone.
- Well, what was it?

It's probably just a rat.

[SHEILA MOANS]

It's as scared as
you were, though.

Every one of those cuts of
emeralds picks up a pinpoint of light.

Probably felt that you
were a 20-eyed monster.

But is it gone?

It's gone.

[YING GROWLING]

Yes, yes, this is the one.

Stefan!

[SHEILA SCREAMS]

[PANTING]

[GUN CLICKS]

[ALARM WAILING]

[GRUNTS]

[ALARM WAILING OVER SPEAKER]

So Mr. Kuryakin is
demanding my attention.

[GRUNTING]

KARMAK: But do not
feel slighted, Mr. Solo.

I shall leave Ying here
to settle my debt with you.

Ying.

[GROWLING]

Attack.

Easy.

Can you still see Karmak?

SHEILA: Just barely.

All right. I'm going to keep
the leopard coming after me.

You follow Karmak.

SOLO: Try to leave
a trail of some kind.

I don't have anything.

How about the emeralds
in your necklace?

But they're worth a fortune.

Well, I guess it's all in
a good cause, isn't it?

Easy now.

Move out.

All right, Sheila, move.

Come on.

Come on.

[YING ROARING AND GROWLING]

[GRUNTS]

[TRAP DOOR OPENS]

[INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE]

Get away, behind you.

- What?
- Outside, behind you.

Excellent, Mr. Solo.
You are just in time.

In exactly 52 seconds, the
cyanide pellets will be released.

You are just in time to
join Mr. Kuryakin in death.

Now go inside.

[BOTH GRUNTING]

ILLYA: Get outside, there
isn't time. SOLO: Just hang on.

What else can I do?

[GRUNTS]

[KARMAK GRUNTING]

ILLYA: The timer must have
tripped an automatic lock.

It probably won't open
till the gas dissipates.

[SHEILA SOBBING]

Well, he said it was foolproof.

He was right.

How I envy you.

Peace, quiet, nothing to
do but rest all day every day.

[BELL RINGING OVER PA]

SOLO: Please.

Well, that means all
ashore that's going ashore.

Are you sure there is nothing I
can do for you before I leave?

Just figure out some way for me
to scratch underneath this cast...

because it itches.

You are not to touch
the cast, Mr. Solo.

You are to leave
now, Mr. Kuryakin.

Well, that's all right. I, uh, have
to go out this evening anyway.

Sheila?

Yes, her father bought her a gallery.
I'm taking her to the official opening.

An art gallery?

No, no, no. An
amusement gallery.

Ahh, you will see that he
has everything he needs.

Pills, emulsion.

And what would you
say to a little castor oil?

NURSE: No, no,
not in Mr. Solo's case.

All I have to do is to
take his temperature.

Oh.

Again.

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