All language subtitles for The Man from U.N.C.L.E. - S03E28 - The Five Daughters Affair - Part 1.en

Do you hear something?

We're with U.N.C.L.E.
Can you give us a lift?

Dr. True. TRUE: Solo?

Yes, I'm Solo and this is Kuryakin.
- Mr. Kuryakin.

As you know, gentlemen, I've...

I've devoted my life to the problem
of relieving the world's thirst...

by purifying seawater.
Desalinization.

We also know that your laboratory
has been broken into twice.

Are we also right in assuming
the thieves were after something...

other than your
desalinization formula?

You are, Mr. Solo, and I've
taken adequate precautions.

Our enemies would have
to hunt down the four winds...

to find what I've stumbled upon.

Here we are, gentlemen.

Concentrated essence
of ordinary seawater.

The concentrate is in
this pressure chamber...

being subjected to
bombardment by gamma particles.

What's the matter?

It's nothing.

When you see the end
result of this process...

you'll understand why it must
never fall into the wrong hands.

For...

Formula.

Dau...

Daughter.

Yes, gentlemen.

That's what
Dr. True stumbled on.

The secret of extracting
gold from common seawater.

- The key to limitless wealth.
- Limitless wealth and limitless power.

No wonder Thrush was
tempted... It was Thrush, wasn't it?

Yes, Mr. Kuryakin.

Who else could hurl a
private air force against us?

And if they should ever succeed
in getting hold of Dr. True's secret...

the world is theirs.

And knowing Thrush as we
do, they're going to keep after it.

Yeah, well, fortunately,
Dr. True anticipated that.

He said that his enemies would
have to hunt down the four winds...

to find his formula.

And one more word:

daughter.

I only wish the poor
man had told you more.

Oh, I'm sure Mr. Solo is more than
eager to follow up on the daughter.

Since you suggested it, yes.

It's the only clue.

Gentlemen, please. Five clues.

Our information is that
he has five daughters.

- Five? WAVERLY:
Scattered all over the world.

Margo in Italy somewhere,
Imogen in London, Yvonne in Paris...

Gee, that may take some time.

Which is we what we haven't got.

I suggest you get in touch
with Dr. True's widow.

Randolph, how
good of you to come.

What you must have
been going through.

I, um... I dropped everything
the moment I heard.

No.

No, don't.

- Not while I'm feeling so terribly guilty.
- Guilty? What about?

About Simon, of
course. I killed him.

What are you talking
about? The newspaper said...

It was his heart.
But I know the truth.

Oh, if I only hadn't
been so stupidly honest...

blurting everything out.

What did you say to Simon?

Well, I told him about us, of
course. About you and me.

And I'll never forgive myself.

You told him what about us?

Well, at first, all I said
was that I wanted a divorce.

There's nothing so
unusual about that, is there?

I mean, what did
you tell him about me?

Nothing.

You know, Randolph, I don't think
you've ever been aware of this...

because Simon always
had such beautiful manners...

but he absolutely loathed you.

I'm flattered.

Go on.

That's all.

A few hours after we
talked, he had the attack.

You know, I really do believe that
Simon was the only man I ever truly loved.

Now, really, Amanda. After four
husbands, not to mention me...

I mean it.

Oh, he could be so
sweet when he chose.

Our first meeting, in
Stockholm, seemed like fate.

He was there collecting
his second Nobel Prize...

and I was there picking
up my fourth divorce.

We were married
almost immediately.

Then, after we...

Randolph, that's Simon's desk.

I know it's Simon's desk.
That's why I'm searching it.

Why?

There was something I
needed from Simon and now I...

Listen to me carefully.

Did Simon ever speak to you
about the process he was working on?

Why, certainly.

He kept me up night
after night for weeks.

I hope you can
remember some of it.

No.

After five marriages, if
a woman hasn't, well...

learned to appear to listen to a man
without actually having heard one word...

then she might just as well
turn in her wedding rings.

You can remember nothing
about what he was telling you?

- Nothing.
- Nothing?

No, nothing.

Not even where
he kept the formula?

Randolph, the way you're behaving,
I don't think I'd tell you even if I knew.

Ow!

Search.

What is this?

- What are you doing? You have no right...
- Want them to stop?

- Yes, I do!
- Then refresh your memory.

Tell me where he
kept the formula.

I don't know.

Randolph, what's come over you?

Shut up and keep out of my way.

It was the formula you wanted.

Not me.

I still intend to get it.

Did he take all of these?

I don't know.

Shouldn't he have?

You were the one who
told me they were harmless.

And Simon wouldn't tell
me why he was taking them.

You had them analyzed for me.

You told me they
were some kind of tonic.

Even an overdose of
vitamins can be fatal.

But they weren't
vitamins, were they?

When you gave
me back that bottle...

there was something else in it.

Not his pills.

Something you put in it.

Don't worry. It will never
show up in an autopsy.

You murdered Simon?

You murdered Simon?

You murdered Simon!

No need to be melodramatic
about it, is there, my dear?

Simon...

please forgive me.

Looks like Thrush
got here before us.

Anybody here?

- Mrs. True? SANDY:
You're too late.

She's already cleared
out, and in a hurry too.

Who are you?

Sandy True.

One of Dr. True's
five daughters.

My father's only real daughter.

The others are step-types by
Amanda's four other husbands.

And you...?

And you two are from
U.N.C.L.E., I suppose?

My father said to contact you.

Did he give you
something for us?

No, we just spoke on the phone.

What did he say?

He, um, said something about...

how in the end, only I
would know the truth.

I know this isn't
easy for you...

but it's terribly
important to us.

Now, he said that
you'd know the truth.

Was it about the process
he was working on?

Hardly. He hadn't talked
about that in a long time.

Amanda saw to that.

Besides...

he said something about how the
truth was scattered to the four winds.

Four winds?

Four stepdaughters.

She did this. For them.

It wasn't enough what she
did to my father. I could kill her.

Somebody already has.

I still don't see why I
have to come along.

And for one very simple reason:

You're the only key that we have
and we don't intend to lose you.

Oh, so I'm a key.
How very flattering.

Don't feel bad, Miss Key.

There's at least one gentleman
onboard who'll find you very attractive.

Big deal.

Buongiorno, Napoleon.
Good to see you again.

- Nice to see you.
- Recognition signal A.

The ocean is near and
the coastline is Sandy.

- That's me.
- That's it. Have fun.

Hey, listen, I don't wanna go
with her. I wanna be with you.

When in Rome, you
do as U.N.C.L.E. says.

Hey, now, wait a minute.

Listen.

I am the Count Valeriano De
Fanzini. Tell me, what do you want?

We're looking for the contessa.
- The contessa?

The last Contessa De Fanzini...

she died 20 years ago.

She was my sainted mother.

We were referring to your wife.

Wife? I have no wife.

We were told you were married.

Oh, that wife.

Uh, true, we went through the ceremonies,
but she is my wife in the name only.

You ought to hear how
she lies, how she cheats.

How she tell me
that her millions...

will restore the De
Fanzinis to their rightful glory.

But does she bring on
the wedding night, huh?

Three Portuguese escudos
and one Kennedy half-dollar.

We have business
with the contessa.

Business? SOLO: Yes.

And you are from America.

Yes.

From U.N.C.L.E.

You... Uncle?

Bene, bene.

You do not have to
spell it out for me, signore.

I understand. My
wife, her uncle?

She have you bring
me the money, eh?

- What money?
- What money?

Hey, no money, no contessa, eh?

Arrivederci.

"Help, I'm being held
prisoner. Contessa De Fanzini."

It came from up there.

Oh, uh... Thank you. Uh,
excuse me. ILLYA: Oh.

Sorry, gentlemen, but honestly,
I haven't a thing to wear.

Ahem. Don't just stand there, be
a gentleman. Give her your coat.

She looks more your size to me.

That bluebeard.

That brute.

That throwback
to the Middle Ages.

I don't wanna be personal...

but just why exactly has he
locked you up and left you like this?

So I can't run away, of course.

Can you imagine me fleeing
down the Via Veneto like this?

- Oh, you will help me, won't you?
- Well, maybe we can help each other.

We're trying to find out if you've
heard from your stepfather.

- Which one?
- Dr. Simon True.

Oh, the seawater one.

Well, he's dead.

Oh.

Tell me...

did he leave any money?

The beast never
brings me my mail.

I've no idea what's been sent to
me. We'll have to search downstairs.

- Well, let's go.
- Oh, not now.

Unless you want a load of buckshot
from that bluebeard I married.

All right, let's wait
till he goes to sleep.

Won't be long.

He goes to bed with the
chickens, just to save on electricity.

If this is la dolce vita,
I'll take the Sunset Strip.

I told you we'd have
more fun at the Coliseum.

Okay, let's give the
Coliseum a whirl.

Hey, how come he's
taking your picture?

Well, that's the way
the paparazzi work.

They photograph
everyone in sight.

Because you never know, it
might be tomorrow's film star, right?

Right.

Do you know he was offered
a fortune for this place?

He could have sold it
a dozen times, but no.

His stupid arrogant pride.

You should have
seen the wedding.

It made all the picture
magazines and so it should have.

But he stripped the
palazzo to pay for it.

Naturally, I wasn't going
to stay in this ghastly ruin.

- Are you rich?
- No.

Illya and I work, ahem,
very hard for our living.

- But mostly in the dark.
- Oh, what a pity.

That's where he
keeps all the junk.

He calls it the music room because the
rats kept running over the guitar strings.

Before he hocked the guitar.

My trunk.

I do hope there's
some clothes left in it.

He sold everything else just
to keep this empty stone quarry.

Why is beyond me.

So he has inordinate
interest in mail-order catalogs.

Yea, and old bills.

Well, here's an invitation to
the Chicago Exposition, 1892.

Here's a foreclosure
dated two months ago.

Mr. Solo.

Aha!

Oh, I caught you in flagrante...

Are you proud of this, you
Casanova, you cheap Romeo?

You're jumping to conclusions.

How dare you parade like
this in front of strangers!

Never in the history
of the De Fanzinis...!

Peasant!

- Excuse me, but all we came here for...
- Where's my mail?

- Where did you hide my mail?
- What mail?

I'll be glad to tell you.

It's Dr. True's formula.

- Where is it?
- What formula?

- And who are you?
- Answer me, where is it?

- Ow!
- How dare you hit my wife.

- She is a De Fanzini.
- Did you hear him? He admits I'm his wife.

I demand an apology!

- Unh!
- You beast!

- Where did you come from?
- You mean escape. They tried to kidnap me.

Did you bring the troops?

Sure, it would be the quickest
and the safest way to get here.

Good thinking.

Arrest them! Follow him!

Arsonists! Chase
them! Chase them!

Arsonists!

Oh.

My darling. MARGO: Oh.

Oh, signore, you're wasting your time.
She has nothing, no letters, no gifts...

no answers to my
wedding invitations.

- Not even a response to your ransom note.
- Nothing, nothing.

Help! Help!

Sandy?

Help!

- I try never to jump
to conclusions, but...

Be my guest. Jump.

Sounds like it's coming from in here.
- Help! Help!

Uh, excuse me. Do you happen
to have a secret passage?

No, no, there's nothing there.

We've been searching
for five generations.

I'm behind the fireplace!

Oh, I'm rich. Ha-ha-ha.

I'm rich.

Aah!

Ooh!

- Are you all right?
- I've heard of safety-deposit vaults...

but this is ridiculous.

Of the De Fanzinis.

So that's why you
refused to sell our palazzo.

- Darling, why else...?
- Oh, darling.

Why else would I keep
you in this refrigerated ruin?

Oh.

Signor! Signor Solo. Ha.

Signor!

Is this...? Pardon, madam.

- Is what you have been looking for?
- Hmm.

My father.

I never met mine, you know?

The decree came
through the day I was born.

But I thought you didn't
get anything from my father.

Well, it looked valueless, so
naturally, I forgot all about it.

Luckily, I found it this
morning under his pillow.

- Oh, my darling.
- Oh.

Arrivederci. COUNT: Ciao.

Mr. Solo.

Yes, sir? WAVERLY Mr. Solo.

Uh, about that photograph...

We've tried to interpret the
symbols in every possible way.

Result: scientifically,
they're meaningless.

Hmm, I see, sir. Just
something for the family album.

I think not.

So far, you've followed
only one of the four winds.

This may be the first
piece of a jigsaw puzzle.

So good luck with
Daughter Number 2.

In splendid array, the
soldiers of the queen...

are marching proudly in London's
oldest traditional pageant...

the lord mayor's procession.

I didn't get to see much of Rome. You
could at least show me Carnaby Street.

I'm sorry, Sandy, not right now.
We're going to put you on ice.

I'm not gonna stay cooped up.

I'm gonna run away. This is
London. This is where the action is.

Well, our orders are,
where the action is, you ain't.

What have we here?
My... My goodness.

Hey, look.

Imogen.

Where? SANDY: Right there.

That wasn't me. It was a
young gentleman in the crowd.

Hmm. Daughter Number 2.

Good, here's a constable. I'm
sure he'll take care of the situation.

I like that fringe.

Have you got a pencil
on you, miss? Humph.

"I was on duty in the Strand.

The lord mayor's show
was in procession...

and when the coach drew
level with me, it stopped.

And out of it
stepped the accused.

She was wearing a black-and-white
two-piece bathing costume."

Is that all?

No, sir. It had a fringe.

"I approached the
accused and said:

'Madam, your behavior, by
riding in the lord mayor's coach...

and your attire, may well
lead to a breach of the peace.'

At this point, the jostling of the crowd
caused my helmet to fall over my eyes.

I duly warned the people
behind me and the accused said:

'Oh, darling, never
mind them, pinch me.'"

"I said, 'I shall, miss.

Imogen Smythe...

I arrest you for conduct which may
well lead to a breach of the peace...

in that you are indecently
exposed in a public place.'"

And at the same time, sir,
I unrolled my rain cape...

and put it about the accused.

And that was so sweet of you.

But that leather against me...

well, I still have goose flesh.

- Step down, constable.
- Sir?

I said, step down.

As a matter of fact, you
did everything beautifully.

From the arrest to...

- Constable, that's enough.
- Yes.

Uh, Miss Smythe.

Yes, darling?

You must not call
me that. It's contempt.

Well, it's not in my circles.

- What is your profession?
- I shake.

Shake? Shake what?

I shake me.

Oh, you know, at
the Girls a GoGo.

One aspect emerges
from this case.

You appear to
have courted arrest.

I don't want to spend the rest of my
life at the Girls a GoGo shaking my...

Yes, yes, quite, quite.

That's all. Further
inquiries will be made.

You're remanded for seven days.

That's a dirty rotten shame.

Oh, dear. Well... Well, does
that mean that I have to be in jail?

Yes, unless you can
put up 500 pounds bail.

You've gotta be joking.

Well, I couldn't raise
sixpence at the moment.

Well, you'll be permitted
to contact your friends.

Right here, sir. Right here.

Ha! Hello, Stacy.

Hey, look at this.

- You look beautiful.
- Where have you been?

- Out to tea. WOMAN:
For five hours?

Oh, you know me, darling.

I'm lost in the face
of a toasted crumpet.

Come on, this way
to the dressing room.

Well, here are all my
worldly possessions.

Cooler than Rome,
isn't it, Mr. Solo?

Let me save you the
trouble of searching the room.

It's not here.

He could be right, you know?
My things are in such a mess.

Perhaps we can help
you to straighten them out.

Quiet!

This doesn't concern
you. Go on playing.

Play!

What happened, love?

- Where did you get this?
- That's Imogen's.

It's got her chiropractor's
number on the back.

Well, this business, you know, we're
always throwing our backs out or something.

You thief!

- Oh!
- You all right?

Well, tell me, handsome...

will you thrust against me
completely against your will this time?

- Well, not entirely.
- Oh.

It's cold.

Oh, well, how charming.

Are you all right?

I think I've found
what you're looking for.

What is it?

Another photograph?

Well, as Mr. Waverly would
say, "Better luck with Number 3."

Both photographs
seem to be identical, sir,

except for the lettering
in the background.

Apparently, the answer
lies in those figures.

We might have to get all four
photographs before it makes sense.

WAVERLY: I'm afraid so.

By the way, sir, how did Miss
Imogen Smythe make out?

Oh, admirably.

It seems she's engaged to
be married to a policeman.

Hmm.

Oh, Carl.

If only we could go
on like this forever.

It can, forever.

- How?
- It's simple.

You move out of your
hotel, into my ski lodge...

and live happily ever after.

Isn't there something
you want to ask me first?

Uh, no.

Something I have to tell you.

I should have told you before.

- I'm married.
- Hmm...

You are what?

Married.

I know, I know, I...

I should have told
you before, I know.

I... I should have
had the courage.

You know, my wife,
a helpless invalid.

I can't divorce her.

- You're asking me to...
- No, Yvonne.

Let's talk about it a
little more practical.

I find you, a secretary
for my Paris office...

here in a hotel you
clearly cannot afford...

wearing clothes that
are obviously not paid for.

- What kind of girl do you think I am?
- The kind who's been here and there.

And who would thoroughly
enjoy having a charge account...

in all those enchanting little
shops down in the town, huh?

And why not? You're such
a pretty little thing. Hmm?

Oh!

Sorry, Herr Direktor.
Better luck next girl.

Fräulein.

Fräulein. Fräulein.

It's about your bill.

It hasn't been paid, I know.
But don't give up hope.

No, no, no.
Entschuldigen, fräulein.

The bill has been taken care of.

Well, what are you?

Santa Claus or Old
Nick in sheep's clothing?

Let me put it this way, Yvonne:

- I knew your mother well.
- Oh.

But how grateful do
you expect me to be?

I want a very
special photograph.

Fly to London. My half-sister,
she goes in for that sort of thing.

A pleasant thought,
but, uh, listen.

Actually, it's a photograph of your
stepfather, Dr. True, that I'm after.

A photograph of Simon?

Worth 30,000 shillings?

If it's the one with some, uh...
Some figures in the background.

- If that's all you want, it's in my room.
- It's not. I've already looked.

Oh.

It's in my bag, of course.
I must have left it up...

In Herr Von Kesser's ski lodge.

- Let's go.
- You don't waste time, do you?

Get me the hotel. Suite
23, please. Mm-hm.

Still no answer? Oh, never mind.

No, no message. Hmm.

Thank you. Yes, sir.

There's a small but highly confidential
commission I wish you to undertake.

Certainly, Herr Direktor.

Uh, the young lady in Suite 23.

Add her account to mine.

That is impossible.

What?

I don't know how to put this.

Someone preceded you, sir.

The bill has been paid.

- By whom?
- A complete stranger to me.

And, I think, to the fräulein.

- Huh.
- Anything else, sir?

Cognac. And make that a double.

- That's what I need.
- Why? You're worried about Napoleon?

Well, how long does it
take to search a room?

Well, it depends who's in it.

The young lady in Suite 23.

You want to pay
her bill as well?

Uh, well, if necessary, yes.

I'm afraid you're the
second gentleman...

who's too late.

Excuse me.

I understand we may be
companions in misfortune.

Perhaps you could tell me
where I might find a Miss Yvonne.

What is there about this girl?

Two weeks, she carries on as
if I'm the only man in the world...

then we have a slight misunderstanding
and before you can say pfui...

she drops me
like a hot kartoffel.

- What?
- Like a hot kartoffel.

A hot potato.

- Oh.
- Oh, can you imagine?

- Just because I said I'm married.
- Hmm. Heh.

Women are funny.

- Hmm?
- Yeah.

Yeah, women are funny.

Oh.

Nevertheless, uh, perhaps you
could tell me where I might, uh...

Thank you... find her.

Now, you look like
a man of the world.

Haven't you used
this old dodge before?

Thank you.

After I came running back
here, ready to apologize...

and even to ask
her to marry me...

she takes up with the first
ski tramp who pays her bill.

Hmm.

You know who the tramp was?

Why do you ask me?

Ask the desk clerk.
He's got the money.

Ahem, thank you.

Ah, excuse me, ahem.

Who was the man
who paid that bill?

I haven't the slightest idea.

- Where are you going?
- Never you mind. You stay put.

And order anything you want.

As long as it's ice cream.

I know that man, he's
dangerous. Now, where did he go?

Come on, I've got to know.

I've got to know.

Now, you heard the gentleman.
Tell him. That's an order.

They went to your ski lodge.

Oh, I can't understand
it. I'm sure I left it up here.

This isn't only a trick
to bring me here, hmm?

Why would I do that?

To give those U.N.C.L.E. agents
a chance to get the jump on me.

What U.N.C.L.E. agents?

I had an argument with Von Kesser
and I left in a hurry without my bag.

- It has to be here someplace.
- It better be.

Remember, you've been paid for it
already and I don't like to waste my money.

How much further is it?
- Almost there.

Wait.

I'll take care of them.

Would you mind telling
me what this is all about?

It will take too
long to explain.

They're trying to stop us
from getting to your lodge.

Yvonne is there.

Stay down. VON KESSER:
I got to get to her. Let me go.

- Oh, please, I'm not lying!
- Not lying? You're Amanda's daughter.

No, it has to be here someplace.

How can it be? You've
turned it over to U.N.C.L.E.

I didn't, I didn't. I
don't even know it.

- Yvonne, darling.
- Oh, Carl.

You wanna fight?
Fight a man, you...

All right, you, you model of chivalry.
Do you want to save your girlfriend?

Name your price.
I'll pay any amount.

- Where is it?
- What?

My bag.

Bag? Is that what you're looking for?
- Where is it?

Oh, we... I took
it to the hotel.

Oh, I... I left it at the bar.

Oh, my darling.
It's all right now.

Darling, it's all right.
Your Carl is here now.

My Carl? You mean
Frau Carl's Carl.

No, but don't you understand?
There isn't any Frau.

I only said it because, you
know, a man in my position...

Your position? What
about my position?

Fräulein. Fräulein.

Oh, my bag. How
silly of me. Thank you.

- Did he get your bag?
- Certainly not. I left it at the hotel.

That's where Sandy is.

You...

- You're...? You're not married?
- No, of course not.

Don't you understand,
Yvonne? I only said it to test you.

To make sure that
you're interested in me.

And not my
interlocking directorates.

- You're not married?
- Uh-uh.

Hey, Mr. Solo, Mr. Kuryakin!

If you fellows are still looking
for it, forget it. Here it is.

We're ready to take
off anytime you are.

Hey, how about this?

Our own private plane.

You know, I've never even
been on a plane before.

- Mr. Solo.
- Welcome aboard, gentlemen.