All language subtitles for The Man from U.N.C.L.E. - S03E29 - The Five Daughters Affair - Part 2.en

We're ready to take
off any time you are.

Hey, how about this?

Our own private plane.

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

Welcome aboard, gentlemen.

You have three
pictures. I want them.

You will give them to me...

or I shall be forced to introduce
your charming companion here...

to the pleasures of free fall.

Don't give in to him.

There's a time for heroics and
a time for prudence. Napoleon.

Thank you.

And now, not without
some regret on my part...

we must say goodbye.

My colleagues and I
have a rendezvous below.

You will continue
your journey alone.

It won't be a long one.

There is just enough fuel to take
you over the blue Mediterranean.

The aircraft is now on automatic
pilot and when the fuel runs out...

happy landings.

Go.

The weatherman says
the water is lovely today.

Any news from Mr. Solo yet?

No, sir.

You don't think he's...?

I hope not.

I've got it. Miss Rogers.

This just came in, sir,
from the Flight 6 captain.

The plane was
hijacked in Austria.

Thrush got away with Mr. Solo,
Mr. Kuryakin and the girl.

Clear the emergency channel.

Red alert. Attention,
Radar Control.

Get a fix on U.N.C.L.E.
plane Flight 6. Top priority.

Make your hand small.

I can't. It's too tight.

Come on, now.

Come in, Mr. Solo.

Come on, stand up.
Both together. Wait.

Help me get up.

Push, up.

Mr. Solo, do you read me?

Come in, Mr. Kuryakin.

Oh, all right. Now
work your hands out.

Okay, all right.
Get the rope off.

- My other hand.
- Get it out.

Come in, Mr. Solo.

- Come in, Mr. Solo.
- I read you, sir. Loud and clear.

Well, what's the situation?

Moderately desperate, sir.

Correction, desperate.

Both fuel gauges
already read zero.

According to our calculations...

you're within 12 minutes of Her
Majesty's Landing Field-Charlie.

- The Balearic Islands?
- Right.

Lock in on homing signal
frequency Red-Able-Baker 7.

Done, sir.

If this were my car, we'd still
have a gallon and a half left.

Well, with this bird, a gallon and a
half will last us for about 12 seconds.

Ah, welcome back.

Oh, Sandy. Sandy, uh...

Mr. Waverly, this is Miss True.

Hello, Miss True.

Well, I'm glad you made
it comfortably, gentlemen.

Yes, we seem to made it all the
more comfortable for Thrush, though.

They now have all three
of the Dr. True photos.

All four.

Amanda's daughter in Rio de
Janeiro is very nicely married...

with two very lovely children.

An enterprising journalist asked
her for the latest photograph...

of her famous stepfather.

And there it is for
all the world to see.

- Including Thrush.
- Yes.

And we've just
intercepted a Thrush signal.

They're very busy converting their
central complex to produce gold.

Of course, we have no
idea where that complex is.

Not the slightest, Mr. Solo.

But we do have one advantage.

And if I may say
so, a very lovely one.

You see, you, Sandy, are the
key to Dr. True's photocode.

Well, I don't know whether to
take a bow or, ahh, run for my life.

Are you sure I am able to help?

My dear, your father led us to
believe you're the only who can.

Come here, my dear.

Here are the four photographs.

We isolated the symbols
on the blackboards.

Our experts subjected them to
the most sophisticated analysis...

and found them meaningless.

So we decided to
be unsophisticated...

play a few simple word games.

Maybe it's an anagram.

My daddy used to make up
funny ones for me when I was little.

That is quite right, my dear.

So we rearranged the
letters and came up with:

All yours, Miss True, go ahead.

"Japanese lullaby."

Huh. I'm sorry, Mr. Waverly.
I don't know what that means.

"Japanese lullaby."

You know, I never thought I'd be
pleased that our friends are still alive.

It's so silly of me not
to be able to figure it out.

Oh, don't worry about it.

Maybe when we get to your
father's house, in that atmosphere...

you'll be able to remember.

Meanwhile, think
about something else.

Like what?

Hey, did you guys order
a, uh, motorcycle escort?

That's no escort.

Duck, Sandy. Duck.

Take the wheel.

No!

Crude.

Crude, my boy.

We want the young
lady to talk to us.

She won't be able to do that if you've,
uh, battered her into unconsciousness.

I won't tell you anything
no matter what you do to me.

Do to you?

Now, don't be silly.

Get him.

First, a little demonstration.

All right.

No. Don't!

No, please, don't!

Talk.

Stop that thing. I'll tell you.

It's the wrong way around, my dear.
First you tell me, then I will stop it.

"Japanese lullaby,"
what does it mean?

I'll tell you. It refers to a
friend of my father's in Japan.

He must have sent
him the formula.

Friend of your father's in
Japan, what was his name?

I don't remember.

Please, don't kill him!

I tell you, I don't remember. I
was a little girl, I don't remember!

You will remember in Japan.

Illya!

Sayonara, Mr. Kuryakin.

Aah!

- Sandy?
- Thrush, to Japan.

It's all on go on
this job, isn't it?

Isn't it just?

Four hours. We've toured
Tokyo for four hours.

I'm sorry, it was
a long time ago.

Miss True, believe me,
I, uh, fully appreciate

the sentimental
overtones of the situation.

The Japanese gentleman, a
fellow scientist of your father's...

endeared himself to you
by singing you to sleep.

He did. I can even
remember the lullaby.

I'm not asking
you to sing it to me.

Just tell me his name
and where to find him.

I'm trying.

Daddy brought me
here to some conference.

It was a big building,
modern, with fountains.

And we even visited the lullaby man,
but I was a child. I don't remember.

I'll give you
another five minutes.

I think that's it!

Um, ahh, the Marine
Museum. That's where we went.

I can't remember his name,
but his office, it's up there.

Please, don't give me away.

I'm in great danger. Please?

Okay, kid. You stick with us.

Oversees operator
wants to know Uncle what?

Just U.N.C.L.E.

They've got no phone
number for uncle.

Oh. Ask them to
trace Mr. Waverly.

They said, "What initial?"

Just, um, Mr. Waverly in
New York. That's all I know.

Listen, can't they start with
the first Waverly in the book...

and keep calling till they
find the one with U.N.C.L.E.?

Supervisor say it's impossible.

They must have first
initial. Or can't place the call.

Oh, well, I gotta
get out of here.

- Wait a minute, where will you go?
- Oh, I don't know.

Then you stay here.
They'll never find you here.

You don't know them.
You can't hide from them.

Oh, yes, you can, right here.

Uh...

What are you doing?

In this place, a girl can spend
entire life and no one ever know.

- What kind of place is this?
- A geisha house.

A geisha house?

You mean, all you
girls are geisha girls?

Most famous in all Tokyo, which
is why you must not disgrace us.

Not to ruin our reputation.

Me, ruin your rep?

Well, what do you
plan to do with me?

To make you one
high-class geisha girl.

That's the photograph
of the girl, inspector.

She was brought to
Japan against her will.

Interesting.

This girl, answering the same description,
was reported to us by a taxi driver...

entering a certain geisha house.

Geisha house?

Geisha house? Sandy?

And you will leave the
matter in our hands?

In U.N.C.L.E.'s
most capable hands.

- Arigato.
- You're welcome.

Most extremely interesting.

Now no one will ever know you.

Two foreign gentlemen, outside.

- I told you it was no use.
- Don't worry.

Good evening. The
gentlemen has reservation, yes?

Regrettably, no.

We understand that you have a
friend of ours here, Miss Sandy True.

Uh, yes. Uh, come in.

She told me she
was expecting you.

Oh, she did?

You know, uh:

When homesick Think of friends

Loneliness flees

Is ancient haiku.

- Haiku?
- It's a classic form of Japanese poetry.

It has to have
exactly 17 syllables.

My favorite is:

The old pond A frog jumps in

Plop

Hai.

Ahh, please, take shoes off.

Sandy, uh, is here,
though, is that correct?

Yes. Sandy very
much here, in bath.

Japanese bath very
hot, take long time.

Uh, you gentlemen like
to have tea while waiting?

Uh, thank you, but please
don't worry about us.

Oh, no worry. Please,
friends of Sandy san.

Not be like other gentlemen. Always
business, no time to make happy.

Uh, no.

I think we'll put our coats on.

I can see why.

Uh, those guns, old
American tradition?

Uh, yeah, Old West.

Please.

Well, if it'll make you happy.

Please sit down.

Must we? We'd like to look around a bit.
We've never been in a geisha house before.

Speak for yourself.

Oh, then we must show your
friend the ancient tea ceremony.

Most traditional.

Shows virtues of hospitality. Uh,
quiet contemplation of feminine beauty.

Oh, well, I'm all
in favor of that.

Uh, I'm afraid we must postpone
that pleasure for some other time.

Oh, please, for
you, I make very fast.

After you.

Oh, no. Japanese custom.
Gentlemen sit, geisha serve.

Ah, all right.

Oriental custom. Guest
must bow in return.

What have you done?
Those are my friends.

I thought you said...

This is Mr. Solo and
Mr. Kuryakin from U.N.C.L.E.

I'm so sorry, so sorry.

I always understood that geishas
were dedicated to making men happy.

Oh, it depends on man.
Sometimes happy, sometimes not.

If tired businessmen
not as tired as he thinks...

and wants more
than conversation...

we use samurai chop.

You mean knocked
us out with a paper fan?

- Ugh! REIKKO:
Very effective, no?

Steel ribs, huh?

Oh, perhaps U.N.C.L.E.
would like to hire

geisha girl with fans
for special assignment?

Excellent idea. Why don't
you submit that to Mr. Waverly?

That's so very excellent an idea, I suggest
you present it to Mr. Waverly yourself.

Mr. Waverly, very big man?

Yeah, he's big
zaibatsu, Number 1.

It may be Number 1.

Kuryakin here.

Your whereabouts
and situation, please.

Whereabouts: Tokyo.
Situation: extremely pleasant.

What is that I
hear, Mr. Kuryakin?

A group of charming young
ladies, sir, and a koto, sir.

Oh, I see.

Well, I suppose it has something to do
with the tracing and rescue of Miss True.

Yes, she's duly traced, sir.
She's, uh, sitting here with us.

Splendid. And we've identified
our Japanese lullaby man.

His name is Dr. Sazami Kyushu.

We know his name, sir, but it
seems he disappeared five years ago.

Quite so, but we've traced him.

He can be found with his beggar's
bowl at the East Gate Temple.

Sandy.

Do you know why we're here?

Yes, my child.

Follow me.

I am humbled and
honored, Sandy...

that your good father entrusted
with me his secret for a little while.

You were the one man he knew
who couldn't be tempted by gold.

We are all tempted all the time.

That is why I abandoned
the world of science...

and took up the beggar's bowl.

I think I understand.

Sandy.

I think I understood your
father better than any man alive.

And perhaps I
know how he felt...

when this discovery
forced itself upon him.

He realized its
potential for evil.

Yet he could no more
destroy the formula than use it.

He faced the eternal dilemma of a
scientist who worships knowledge...

knowing that mankind
is not always ready...

to wisely use the
knowledge science brings.

Therefore he wanted this
formula to be held in trust...

to a day when
mankind can use it.

This is your
responsibility, gentlemen.

Bury it deep and guard it well.

If you don't mind,
I'll have that.

No!

This is a house of peace.
You cannot desecrate...

Gentlemen, you have my respect as
worthy and courageous adversaries.

In fact, I respect
you so much...

I want you to see the full extent of
the Thrush victory before you die.

The polar cap.

The perfect cover for
Thrush Central complex.

On your right, our
nuclear power output.

Over there, the most sophisticated
weaponry plant ever conceived by man.

But I especially direct your attention,
my friends, to the central area.

There, quite simply,
we shall make gold.

Your father was a
genius, Miss True...

if genius be defined as
originality plus simplicity.

His gold-making method
was astonishingly simple.

A method of subjecting
seawater to intense pressure...

at a hypothermal temperature.

What could be simpler?

Of all the processes involved,
pressure is the most vital.

Pressure is on the green
circuit, as you can see.

Pressure of 10,000 pounds
per square inches is required...

to set the extraction
of gold in motion.

Imagine, tons of gold.

Tons pouring into
our storage vats.

Yes?

Won't this Midas-land master
plan defeat its own object?

With gold as plentiful as
dust, won't it lose its value?

We will control its rate of
release, don't you worry.

We won't.

Before you die, you'll
see history in the making...

when gold production
starts. Lock them up.

Hey, I thought you guys had
some marvelous gimmick...

sewn in the pattern
of your neckties.

Not this trip.

No knockout gas in
one of your buttons?

Not this shirt, no.

And you can't even get on one of
those transistor ballpoint pens of yours...

and holler help?

Confiscated when
we were searched.

Graceful surrender seems to be the
most dignified course left open to us.

Imagine, giving up like that.

It takes great imagination to
even think of us getting out of here.

- Infinitely.
- Defeatists.

What does the impetuous
child expect us to do?

Escape with our
customary ingenuity...

bravado, flair, dash...

et cetera, et cetera.

Oh. Ah, yes.

Yes, I'm supposed to say something
to you very elliptically like, uh:

"Pawn A to king's mate ploy,"
and you understand what I mean...

and we go into one of
our daring escape routines.

Mm. Wouldn't that be nice?

Hey, look, we're on TV.

Hi there.

They're spying on us.
SOLO: Mm-hm. Wave.

Just, uh, checking if you
are comfortable, my dears.

Well, it is a bit austere.

And a little too antiseptic.

No serious complaints then?

We haven't even been shown
the menu. We are getting hungry.

Food at a time like this?

I'm sorry to seem inhospitable,
but I doubt if there'll be time before...

Oh, we don't want
anything elaborate.

The condemned are
traditionally entitled to a last meal.

Touché.

Get them anything they want.

I'll have, uh, bacon, eggs...

white toast, grapefruit, coffee.

How can you? I wouldn't
give him the satisfaction...

Tomato juice, a
pair of kippers...

French rolls, tea with lemon and
the young lady will have a salad.

- I'm not eating anything.
- You be quiet.

Just bring the oil and
vinegar separately.

Hm-mm.

Splendid. About time.

Sandy is surprisingly quiet.

Sandy is absolutely disgusted.

Frightened.

The child is
obviously frightened.

Talk to her, Illya. Get
her to eat something.

Quietly.

Oh.

Come on, Sandy.

Why don't you watch, uh,
Napoleon make some salad dressing?

No Questions, just
do as you're told.

And maybe you'll feel
like eating something.

Now, uh, here we are.

- Would you pass me the...?
- Mm.

- Let me check.
- Yes, sir.

And the salt and pepper.

Now, then.

Uh-huh.

Ahh...! Ahh...!

Ahh...! Achoo!

Oh, I dropped it. SOLO: Mm.

Where did it go?
It's here somewhere.

Hi-ya!

Uh, sir, there was a noise on
the set and we lost the picture.

I have no time for such
trivialities. Deal with it. Just go.

How long does the pressure
build up between now?

It won't be long now, sir.
The final phase is just starting.

Excuse me, I've just escaped. Can
you tell me the best way out of here?

"You are here." Yes, I
know where we are...

but we want to be where
they're making the gold.

Uh, must be there. Up. Up.

The pressure is up to 10,000
pounds per square inch.

- Have you notified the substation?
- Yes, sir.

We're in constant
contact with them.

Not a single thing must go
wrong. Danger to the whole plant...

Sir, if anything goes wrong,
everything goes wrong.

Don't worry, it's
been triple-checked.

It's impossible for the
pressure to go beyond 10,000.

Sir, they've escaped
from the cell.

Alert all stations:
Shoot them on sight.

What are you doing,
playing with the pressure?

It's progressing normally.

Not according to her and
she's from Central control.

- Central control?
- Who are you?

Show them.

That's it. The
pressure control valve.

It'll blow the entire process if pressure
builds 1 pound above 10,000 pounds.

Just like a pressure cooker.

Yes, except we wanna
blow up the entire kitchen.

- And that's the way to do it.
- How do you reach it?

You follow the green pipes.

Cover me. I'll get
him, just watch.

What's wrong? We
must not exceed 10,000.

I can't understand it. The automatic
cut-off should have gone on at 10,000.

You see? Gold! Gold!

Wouldn't you know it?

We're in time to save the world,
but we're late for Imogen's wedding.

Oh, look, they're coming out.

A little bird, uh, whispered...

that you've paid for the, uh,
bride's trousseau and her reception.

And why not, Napoleon?

When the father of the
bride is not available...

The next best thing is an uncle.

Quite so, gentlemen. Quite so.