All language subtitles for The Man From U.N.C.L.E. - S04E11 - The Gurnius Affair.en

Why, it's ridiculous.

The very thought of it
is absolutely ridiculous.

We have reason to
believe otherwise, major.

Von Etske, escape from here?

Mr. Solo, I have been the
commandant in this prison for 25 years.

I have developed a security system that
should be the envy of U.N.C.L.E. itself.

- What's more...
- Major, we're not here to criticize you.

Then don't.

We have had any number
of war criminals here.

People every bit as
important as Etske.

And no one, no one
has ever escaped.

Perhaps you're overdue.

Now, just a minute...

Well, in that case, we'd
like to see Von Etske.

All right. As soon as he gets
back to his cell, I'll take you there.

- Where is he now?
- On the way to the exercise yard.

I trust you don't expect him
to make his escape from there.

[MARCHING MUSIC PLAYING]

[CAMERA CLICKS]

[DEVICE HUMS]

Drop it. Drop it or we shoot.

I suggest you salute me instead.

[DEVICE HUMS]

Now, gentlemen...

you will proceed with your duties
as though nothing had occurred.

Good day, gentlemen.

[DEVICE HUMS]

All right, if you can't
wait for an old man...

I'm afraid we can't.

Front gate.

[DEVICE HUMMING]

[TELEPHONE RINGING]

ETSKE: Open the gate, please.

Thank you, gentlemen.

What do you...? What
do you mean, no answer?

There must be an answer.

[TAPPING PHONE CRADLE]

[DEVICE HUMS]

[ENGINE STARTS]

[TELEPHONE RINGING]

- Von Etske, where is he?
- The gate's open.

The guards have no
recollection of what happened.

Apparently, it's some sort
of brainwashing technique.

Well, I'll darken your
day further, Mr. Solo.

Our original
information was correct.

Colonel Nexor is
definitely behind it all.

Nexor?

Maximilian Nexor? But
he's been dead for years.

Are you certain of it, sir?

I'm not in the habit of
passing on rumors, Mr. Solo.

But I was at his funeral.

I mean, I hated everything
he stood for, but...

Yeah. Uh, we'll follow
every possible lead, sir.

I should certainly hope so.

I want you to find
Nexor, Mr. Solo.

And Von Etske.

And quickly. Over and out.

They found the limousine
abandoned in the middle of nowhere.

Mm. They must
have switched cars.

Major Hartmann, did Von
Etske have any recent visitors?

No. No one was allowed
to see him, not for 25 years.

- Anybody try?
- Oh, yes. Frequently, of course.

Newspaper writers
and photographers.

After all, he was the last
link with a criminal regime.

- Did you keep any record of the requests?
- Naturally.

The last entrant was
only this morning.

It was a charming young lady.

A photographer. Her
name is Terry Cook.

Oh, no, it can't be.

SOLO: Miss Cook?

[GASPS]

SOLO: Uh, sorry
we frightened you.

We're from U.N.C.L.E.

TERRY: Hm!

Is this the film you took at
Kragensburg Prison today?

Wow. In that light, your face.

I thought it was that
awful man in the car.

What man?

The man who was running the
whole show. You could be this twin.

I doubt that.

The man we're looking for was
55 at the end of World War ll.

Who was he?

Miss Cook, uh, what
were you doing up there?

I was trying to get a
picture of Von Etske.

That's what I do for a living.
I'm a professional photographer.

Well, this film is completely
fogged. That's not very professional.

I know my business.

There was nothing was wrong with
my camera, the film or the solutions.

And you didn't
answer my question.

- Who was the man in the car?
- Perhaps your shutter jammed.

No, that couldn't be.

The film is fogged all the
way over to the sprocket holes.

Hey, maybe it was that
thing they shot over the wall.

- What thing?
- What did it look like?

Well, it was metallic.
It had a sort of a glow.

You better rush that
film over to the lab.

Um, Von Etske, he
hasn't been caught yet?

- Mm?
- I guess not.

I've been listening to the
radio ever since I got back.

Not a word about the escape.

Big secret, huh?

You know, you might
as well take me along.

- You can't keep anything from the press.
- It's been real.

Um, might as well call me Terry.

- As we're gonna be working together.
- Oh, no, I'm afraid not.

Oh, you can trust me.

I wouldn't do anything to
jeopardize a good story.

[RADIO BEEPING]

Solo here.

And exactly where
is here, Mr. Solo?

Well, I'm with a rather
attractive photographer, sir.

And Mr. Kuryakin?

He's on his way to the Kragensburg
lab to have the film analyzed.

No word on Von Etske since
he abandoned the escape car.

I want you on the move,
Mr. Solo. Handling the checkpoints.

- All right, leaving immediately, sir.
- Not without me, you don't.

Oh, and one thing more.

Von Etske will have
to keep in the shadows.

His face is well-known.

However, Nexor's is not.

So he may move into the open.

That's not much help, sir. I
don't know what he looks like.

But I do.

What was that?

That is my new partner, sir.

Over and out.

This, gentlemen, is
Marshal Zorgon Gurnius.

The youngest Axis dictator
during Hitler's heyday.

Trusted by no one.

Not even by Hitler.

Missing and presumed
to be dead, until now.

This, his vicious aide.

You might say his Himmler.

Colonel Maximilian Nexor.

Also thought to
be dead, until now.

Not a very engaging
picture of him, I admit.

Unfortunately, his face
was never photographed.

This, the third member
of the evil triumvirate...

Dr. Hans Von Etske.

Scientist, genius, paranoid.

And now at large,
thanks to Colonel Nexor.

Well, gentlemen, we have
very good reason to believe...

that these three men
plan to join forces again.

Hopefully, Mr. Solo and Mr. Kuryakin
will nip their scheme in the bud.

If not, it will be up to you and
your worldwide intelligence units...

to learn where their
rendezvous is to take place.

[SIREN WAILING]

They must have a roadblock
ahead. Do you think they will stop us?

NEXOR: It's possible.

The barrier. They're
not moving it.

NEXOR: How unfortunate.

[GUNSHOTS]

[SIREN WAILING]

Interesting residual data. Seems
to confirm a radiation spectrum.

ILLYA: And that's
what fogged the film?

MAN: Yes, but it's, uh, not at
all harmful to human beings.

It's orometchrome B,
there's no doubt about it.

ILLYA: I'm afraid I
need a refresher course.

MAN: Orometchrome B.

It has transistor qualities.

Capable of projecting electronic
waves with great amplification.

- Projecting brainwashing waves?
- Correct.

- It's a very rare metal.
- How rare?

Well, as far as we know...

orometchrome B is found only
in the high volcanic reaches...

of the South American
republic of San Rico.

[RADIO BEEPING]

I've heard that Thrush has a
science-astronomy lab in that area.

Excuse me. Kuryakin here.

Illya? Are you still at the lab?

Yes, we've just found
out what fogged the film.

All right, then
listen carefully.

They've just grabbed an ambulance
and broken through at Checkpoint Ranger.

Headed east
toward Dietrichhoffe.

Dietrichhoffe?

Yeah, I know where that is.

All right, now, there's
an abandoned airstrip

about six kilometers
west of this town.

That's probably their
pickup point. Terry.

Well, from where I am, I
can be there in 20 minutes.

That's why I called. All
right, I'll meet you there.

It's a long shot, Illya.

Our only hope is that the
pickup has been delayed.

[ENGINE STARTS]

- The helicopter, where
is it? NEXOR: Patience.

But... But it is
a half hour late.

Colonel Nexor.

NEXOR: Run.

[GRUNTS]

No need for guns.

Napoleon, he's got that thing.

ETSKE: Uh, I surrender.

I... I have no gun, see?

[DEVICE HUMMING]

Now you will sleep.

When you awaken, you will
have no memory of this incident.

Nexor? Colonel Nexor.

Colonel Nexor, he has
been detained. We will go.

[GRUNTING]

WAVERLY: Now,
again. Your name please?

How long must we continue
this fatuous cross examination?

My name is Nexor,
Colonel Maximilian Nexor.

- Colonel Maximilian Nexor is dead.
- His image lives on in the son.

Marshal Gurnius saw to that.

I was made to resemble my
father, to perpetuate the myth.

Why? To what end?

To instill fear into the hearts of
our glorious leader's enemies.

Not bad. Not bad at all,
Mr. Kuryakin. Excellent in fact.

It will get better as
I go along. I hope.

Good.

Our South American
intelligence unit informs us...

that Gurnius has
been seen in San Rico.

Mr. Solo is already there.

If and when Von Etske arrives there
and Mr. Solo can't intercept him...

well, I'm afraid it's
entirely up to you...

to find out exactly
where they are...

what they're up
to, and stop them.

How do I make contact
with their people?

We've spread the word in
San Rico that Nexor escaped.

They'll contact you.

Or kill you.

- Well, good luck, Mr. Kuryakin.
- Thank you, sir.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

- Who is it? TERRY:
An old friend, Mr. Solo.

Can I come in?

- It wasn't easy to find you.
- Well, I hope not.

It took a lot of time and
money. A number of contacts.

Oh, I'm not disturbing you am I?

The fact that you're
here is disturbing enough.

Now, listen, Terry. I want
you to go home, and stay out...

What? Having come this far?

Oh, you wouldn't think much
of me if I did that, would you?

Oh, I can see the headlines now:

Napoleon Solo, U.N.C.L.E. agent in
charge of the search for Von Etske...

seen relaxing in his
San Rico hotel room.

All right. You can
stay on one condition.

- No pictures.
- Oh, come on, now.

I mean it. Listen, U.N.C.L.E. has
a little influence around the world.

I can have you thrown out
of San Rico in a matter...

[RADIO BEEPING]

SOLO: Hm.

Solo here.

Mr. Solo, we've confirmed that
Von Etske arrived in San Rico.

- Then he is here.
- What was that?

A young lady, sir.

The same one who...?

Mm, yeah, the
same one who, uh...

Oh.

Well, you know the
next step, Mr. Solo.

Over and out.

Same one, hm? Hm.

TERRY: Well, what
is the next step?

Uh, right now a hot
bath, if you don't mind.

[GRUNTING]

[SOLO COUGHING]

[SOLO SIGHS]

[SOLO COUGHS]

[PANTING]

My camera's broken.

I'm all right, thank you.

I guess that was
one of Nexor's men?

- Yeah, it was indeed.
- Well, how did he ever find you?

Well, you're not the only
one with a few contacts.

Gurnius.

Marshal Gurnius.

[LAUGHING]

I didn't send for you.

What are you doing here?

I, uh... I bring greetings to
Marshal Gurnius from Thrush.

I know you didn't send for me...

but unfortunately, Thrush
wants to protect its investment.

After all, $4 billion...

Uh, you don't mind?

Small price to pay to
control the world, Mr. Brown.

You're not needed here.

Von Etske's escape came off.

By the thinnest of margins.

I'm sorry, but from now
on, I am in command here.

I'll be back in command,
as soon as Nexor arrives.

Perhaps.

[LAUGHING]

MAN: Colonel Nexor.

Sergeant Medrin,
sir. At you service.

Why the reception committee?

An U.N.C.L.E. agent
was seen here in San Rico.

It would be disastrous if
the colonel didn't get through.

- Did you doubt that I wouldn't?
- No, sir.

This U.N.C.L.E. agent,
has he been identified?

MEDRIN: Yes, sir. Napoleon Solo.

Has he been disposed of?

Uh, no, sir. We tried, but...

Good. I will dispose
of him myself.

I have ways of disposing
with people like him.

No doubt you have
heard of my ways.

[ENGINE STARTS]

Sorry about the camera.

Mm, who needs pictures?
I can always write the story.

- You never give up, do you?
- You'll find out.

I did.

I just heard you make
that call to the news service.

Hey, that's interfering with
the freedom of the press.

Well, it's just sort of delaying it a bit
until we get some results from Homer.

- Who's Homer?
- Not who, what.

It's a sort of miniature radar.

It homes in on a special
signal and with luck, tracks it.

Who do we track?

Whoever's on the other end.

- It's a very humid country.
- Yes, sir.

- Here let me hold it.
- Don't touch me.

You don't ever touch
me, you understand?

- Sorry, sir, I forgot about your...
- My what?

That's it, we're
tracking. Get the car.

- It's waiting at the entrance.
- Okay.

[HOMER BEEPING]

[BEEPING INTENSIFIES]

[BEEPING STOPS]

It's not working. What happened?

- What's that?
- Sort of an electronic wall.

- It blanks out any tracking signals.
- Does that mean we lost them?

Uh-huh.

It's their car.

- Where did they go?
- Shh.

[WHISPERS] Maybe in the house.

[SCREAMS]

Colonel Maximilian
Nexor, reporting for duty, sir.

[GURNIUS CHUCKLES]

Unbelievable.

Almost an exact
replica of your father.

An exact replica of my
father, Marshal Gurnius.

How do you know
he really is the son?

Who is this man and
what is his function?

I assume you've
heard of Thrush? Heh.

Mr. Brown is here to
protect their investment.

If you really are Nexor, why didn't
you try to communicate with us?

Answer me.

I suggest you choose your
words with care, Mr. Brown.

Why didn't you try
to contact our people?

How did you get to San
Rico without our help?

I don't care who you are, Mr. Brown. I
don't care who your people are either.

Because I have only one loyalty:
to our leader and inspiration.

Marshal Gurnius.

I suggest you impress
that upon your mind.

GURNIUS: Are you
satisfied, Mr. Brown?

Not quite.

I have arranged for
absolute confirmation.

Von Etske.

Sir?

Is that Nexor?

Colonel Nexor.

Von Etske.

[LAUGHING]

Up on the highest
point, almost to the sky...

this big, round house.

- What does it look like?
- I never see.

My people, they are afraid.

Never go so high.

They say there is a big
gun stick out from that house.

Even bigger than the
cannon of the conquistadors.

A cannon? What does he mean?

Sounds like a Thrush observatory.
Imagine the gun as a telescope.

How do we get there?

You see the two
rocks? They go off-trail.

It starts there.

All right.

205 to Installation.

Solo and girl on
their way up trail.

GURNIUS: Our own power
plant. ILLYA: Magnificent.

GURNIUS: We are on
top of the Western world...

completely self-contained.

And, uh, the security measures?

Well, all trails leading here are covered.
No one can penetrate without being seen.

And no one except us can
send or receive signals from here.

- It's quite efficient.
- Naturally, Colonel Nexor.

- After all, this is a Thrush installation.
- Of course, Mr. Brown.

Ha, ha. Well, I'm sure you will
plug up any loopholes there may be.

MEDRIN: Right on time, Mr. Solo.

Let's go.

Oh, my profoundest
apologies, Marshal Gurnius.

I have failed to congratulate you
on the brilliance of your scheme.

It is remarkable, isn't it?

ILLYA: The world will soon
pay homage to your greatness.

Beginning with the
United States of America.

Most fitting.

It was of course Thrush
that selected the target.

With Marshal Gurnius's
approval, of course.

Ah. But it was made
to order, of course.

In a few hours, the president
of the United States...

will address a joint
session of Congress.

Every military and political
figure will be present.

The perfect target.

Upon which Dr. Von Etske's
device will be brought to bear.

By evening, we
shall control America.

Good.

Yeah.

GURNIUS: Von Etske, the device.

- You know how it works, of course.
ILLYA: I have seen what it does.

- How it works is entirely another
question. GURNIUS: Ha, ha.

We are about to begin
a final equipment test.

Perhaps you gentlemen
would like to see it?

Power on.

Maximum amplitude.

My device features the
metal, orometchrome B.

- Using it, we transmit alpha waves.
- Alpha waves?

Yes, primary sleep waves.

They have the same effect as highway
reflector signs have on tired drivers.

Very good.

And this panel multiplies the
power of our signal astronomically.

Zero target.

MAN: Target zero.
ILLYA: Why the telescope?

ETSKE: Ah, the telescope. Ja.

Used in reverse, a wave gun...

through this, my mind waves
can be projected and pinpointed.

[CHUCKLES]

Who needs an army when we
can control the thoughts of man?

ETSKE: Indeed.

In just a few hours, we
shall have in our pocket...

the government of
the United States.

And tomorrow the world?

[CHUCKLES]

Colonel Nexor.

A special present, sir.

I can't say I'm
surprised, colonel.

You know each other?

Like a hunter knows its prey.

At last the roles are
reversed, Mr. Solo.

I am the hunter and you
are the cornered animal.

[TERRY SCREAMS]

What am I going to
do with you, Mr. Solo?

- Kill him.
- Of course.

But slowly. My way.

Just like his father.

We have less than an hour to target
time. I insist you kill him immediately.

Whatever Marshal
Gurnius commands.

Well, perhaps Mr. Brown would
find a demonstration enlightening.

[CHUCKLING]

ILLYA: Mr. Solo.

You are going to regret
the day you were ever born.

Shall we raise the voltage?

You are one of a kind
that I despise, Mr. Brown.

Always impatient,
always in a hurry.

- Well, he's still conscious.
- Of course he's still conscious.

Otherwise, the treatment
would be useless.

We haven't much time, Colonel
Nexor. We must get to the control room.

I realize, Marshal
Gurnius, that you may

have certain matters
that are more pressing.

May I most respectfully
suggest that you go on ahead?

- I will, uh...
- Nonsense, nonsense, colonel.

We must still have a few minutes.
Besides I'm rather enjoying this.

I'll check central control.

Can't stand much more.

You are not as young as
you used to be, Mr. Solo.

Uh-uh.

Central control?

Gurnius speaking.
Put Von Etske on.

MAN [ON TV]: The president
has left the White House now...

and is due to arrive at
the Capitol momentarily.

Gathered in the Capitol are
the president's official family.

Members of the House and
the Senate, cabinet officials...

- Von Etske.
- Are we on time?

The president is en
route to the Capitol.

He will be at target zero
in less than 10 minutes.

- Ha, ha.
- Let's go. Kill him.

ILLYA: I'll join you
when I'm finished.

I say kill him now.

Mr. Brown, if I
kill him my way...

he will stay dead
much, much longer.

[GURNIUS CHUCKLES]

My dear Nexor, we must
go to the control room.

But I don't want to
miss the conclusion.

There will be other times.

[GURNIUS CHUCKLES]

BROWN: Single-minded fool.

We're about to
control the world...

he has to have his last
ounce of vengeance.

Guard the door. See that I'm
not be disturbed in my work.

Yes, sir.

[DOOR CLOSES]

ILLYA: Bite, hard.

- You killed him.
- Scream, scream.

- Aah!
- Loud!

[TERRY SCREAMING]

[DOOR OPENS]

He killed him, I saw
him. He killed him.

Well, it appears the
efficient Colonel Nexor...

has made a regrettable mistake.

So quite obviously you didn't examine
him thoroughly enough for suicide pills.

He must have had this
one in his mouth all the time.

May I suggest a mistake
on your part, Mr. Brown?

If Dr. Von Etske's device can
control the world for Marshal Gurnius...

for what does he need you?

You wouldn't dare defy
the power of Thrush.

Ha, ha. I already
have dared, Mr. Brown.

Today, our target is the
United States of America.

Tomorrow, Thrush Central.

Well, it seems that you and I
together, think of everything.

Come with me to the control
room, share my moment of triumph.

Ah. In just a moment,
Marshal Gurnius.

There is still the
question of the young lady.

[GURNIUS CHUCKLES]

Just like your father.

- No, please, don't hurt me.
- Shh, listen to me.

I am not Colonel Nexor.
My name is Illya Kuryakin.

- Who?
- Never mind about that.

Now, just listen to me.

- What are you doing?
- Napoleon is not dead.

But his life depends upon
you. Listen to everything I say.

Shoot this hypodermic
needle into his arm.

When he revives, give him this.

It shows the exact
location of the power plant.

And hurry.

He will know what
to do. And hurry.

[GASPS]

The wires, take them
off, take them off.

[GROANS]

That Colonel Nexor, he says
he's not Colonel Nexor at all.

He's your friend, Illya.

Our friendship
is being strained.

Well, he gave me this diagram.

He said it shows where
the power plant's located.

MAN [ON TV]: He is expected to touch
upon all of these issues in the address.

The speech is being eagerly
awaited in the capitals of the world...

and comment on it is expected
shortly after its conclusion.

Immediately after
the talk is completed...

we'll have our own
analysis by a panel...

Voltage.

And now, ladies and gentlemen,
the president has arrived...

MAN: On target, sir.
- On target, sir.

Good, good.

[SCREAMS]

- What is wrong?
MAN: I don't understand.

- Well, fix it, fix it! MAN:
Emergency power, quick!

- Traitor. GUARD: Here!

Don't kill him. I
want him alive.

Bring him over here.

We've switched to
emergency power, sir.

MAN [ON TV]: And now,
ladies and gentlemen...

the president of
the United States.

ETSKE: Ready primary target.

MAN: Primary wave is set.

ETSKE: Four, three, two...

[GRUNTING]

[EXPLOSION IN DISTANCE]

But, Mr. Waverly, it's the
biggest story I ever had.

I'm sorry, my dear. We've clamped
the tightest security on the whole affair.

- It wouldn't make any difference, Terry.
- It wouldn't?

Even if you went to the
newspapers, they wouldn't believe you.

Saving the world from a
mind-grabbing machine.

You think anyone
would take you seriously?

Unless you had the
film to back you up.

With the gratitude and
compliments of U.N.C.L.E.

Oh.

Just a minute, Miss Cook.

This is a top-secret
installation.

Which means,
unfortunately, no pictures.

[ENGLISH SDH]