All language subtitles for The Man From Uncle - 3x17 - The Suburbia Affair-eng

Welcome to Peaceful
Haven Estates, gentlemen.

Far from the madding crowds
and hectic pace of modern life...

Peaceful Haven Estates offers
you the ultimate in suburban living.

To quote from our
Illustrated Brochure Number 3:

"Peaceful Haven Estates
are an adventure in serenity."

- Did you say Number 3?
- It's also in 1, 2 and 4.

Oh, yeah, I see.

This is one of our
more popular models.

Spacious, airy,
easy to keep clean.

Just the thing for two
bachelors looking for...

Uh, serenity.

Yes, you'll like that.
It's my own idea.

- Would you like one?
- No, no, no.

- Oh, go ahead.
- No, I don't read when I'm driving.

Believe me, gentlemen,
you will never regret having...

Having rented a home in
Peaceful Haven Estates.

Uh, to quote from
Brochure Number 2:

"Every house is a palace
and every resident a king."

Good day, gentlemen.

Hello. I'm your milkman.
Purple Valley Dairy.

Uh, we don't drink milk.

You don't drink milk?
Everybody drinks milk.

It's the American beverage.

- Thanks you, no.
- Don't be, uh, unpatriotic.

- How much?
- Oh, it's free of charge.

That's our welcome quart.

Say, how about some
nice cottage cheese?

No, no, thanks, we'll skip the
cottage cheese. Thank you.

Okay, would you like me to put
you down on my regular route?

- We'll let you know.
- Okay. And welcome to Peaceful Haven.

Better call headquarters.

Maybe I can find out
what I'm doing here.

Open Channel D.

Yes, Mr. Solo.

Well, we are officially
established in suburbia, sir.

- Good. Any sign of Thrush?
- Hm, not yet, no.

Uh, you'd better be prepared for the
fact that Thrush may be in the vicinity.

Won't take them
long to pick up...

Mr. Solo?

Mr. Solo.

Mr. Solo? Mr. Solo.

I'm glad that we didn't
take the cottage cheese.

Now.

Glad to see you
maintaining security, Mr. Solo.

- Good afternoon, Mr. Kuryakin.
- Good afternoon, sir.

In view of what
happened a little while ago.

Oh, yes.

I hope that little incident doesn't make
you too distrustful of your neighbors.

After all, I mean, it's essential that
you establish friendly relations with them.

Of course. Between explosions.

There's a whole pile
of glass right over there.

After all, maintaining friendly
relations with the neighbors...

will help you in your
search for Dr. Rutter.

Uh, you gentlemen have both
been through this, but it's new to me.

Who is Dr. Rutter, and
why did he disappear?

He's a Danish scientist and he
disappeared about, uh, 10 years ago...

apparently of his own free will.

Just when he had almost
completed a revolutionary formula...

in the field of antimatter.

Almost? Or did he?

Oh, I think he did.

Then retired from the world of science
when he feared the consequences.

At least, that's the
assumption Thrush is under.

Yes. Well, Dr. Rutter's formula
would give Thrush more power...

than an entire arsenal
of atomic weapons.

Which is precisely why you two fellows
must find Dr. Rutter before they do.

- Is there a picture of him?
- Yes.

Age 4 and a half.

Then what do we have to go on?

Well, for one thing,
we know he's here.

He sent a letter to a colleague in Vienna
and had it postmarked Peaceful Haven.

Also, we know he suffers from a
disease called Humboldt's Syndrome...

the only treatment of which
is a drug called diamine...

which may be of some help.

Very good, Mr. Solo.

- Some more glass here.
- Thank you.

You know, I'm genuinely
sorry we can't provide you...

with a maid to
take care of all this.

U.N.C.L.E. agents
are very adaptable.

Napoleon and I have an arrangement.
He does the cleaning, I do the cooking.

Well, I had no idea Mr. Solo
was so domesticated.

Oh, yes. What are we having
for dinner tonight, Mother?

I was thinking of making a
soufflé. If you'll bring me the eggs.

How many?

I don't know. I've
never made a soufflé.

Well, I think I better
leave, gentlemen...

before I'm asked
to stay for dinner.

Uh, Mr. Solo, I think you might try the
local drug store for diamine, will you?

- Right away, yes.
- Good.

Uh, you will make the
beds before you go.

Can I help you?

Yeah, I'd like a bottle
of ammonia, please.

Of course.

Are you, uh, new here?

Just moved in. I'm working in
the chemical plant in Vinedale.

Hm. Must be, uh,
pretty interesting work.

Uh, actually, it's pretty dull.

Although we are working on
something in your field right now.

Really?

What's that?

It's a new process for the
manufacture of a drug called diamine.

I don't suppose you get
many calls for that, huh?

No, never gotten any calls
for it. Must be a pretty rare drug.

I don't know. I just make it.

- How much is that?
- Thirty-nine cents.

There you go.

- Thank you.
- Mm-hm.

- And come back again.
- Oh, I will. Thank you.

I'll bet you will.

- Miss Witherspoon?
- Yes?

Fletcher.

That U.N.C.L.E. agent was just in
here asking questions about diamine.

I thought you ought to know.

Excellent. He'll be
taken care of in due time.

Now, Barrows, I have
warned you in the past...

about your failure to do
your assignments properly.

But, Miss Witherspoon,
I tried my best.

I'm afraid that's a
poor excuse, Barrows.

We must maintain discipline.

Very well, you may
have one more chance.

You're very
fortunate, Barrows...

that I'm such a gentle
and forgiving soul.

- Illya?
- I'm in the kitchen.

Anything interesting?

Well, here's a recipe for
a Transylvanian soufflé.

- First, we steal two chickens...
- I've heard it.

In case you're interested,
I bugged the druggist.

Where are my eggs?

Mm, I forgot.

How do you expect me to
make me a soufflé without eggs?

Relax. I'll borrow some from
one of our friendly neighbors.

Try the one that
side. She's your type.

Hi.

- Oh, hi.
- I'm your new neighbor, uh...

Yes, I heard you'd
moved in. I'm Betsy Wilson.

Napoleon Solo.

Did you wanna borrow
a cup of sugar? Ha, ha.

Actually, you're pretty close.

- Milk?
- Eggs.

Sure. Come on in.

Now, how many did you need?

How about four dozen?

- Will six do?
- Well, I guess so.

- Those are nice flowers.
- Oh, thanks. They're my hobby.

Oh, yeah?

- Good evening, Betsy.
- Oh, Mr. Willoughby.

Come on in. I've got a
bone to pick with you.

- Oh, you look so pretty when you're angry.
- Now, don't change the subject.

Now, Mr. Willoughby...

you've just got to stop coaching my
students on their arithmetic lessons.

Have I done something wrong?

I had to give them all F's.

Ooh, that's that new math.

I just can't get it
through my head.

- Oh, I'm sorry. This is Mr...?
- Napoleon Solo.

Um, Mr. Willoughby's
our music teacher.

I have rented a room right
above, uh, Betsy's garage.

It's a pleasure to
meet you, Mr. Solo.

If you will excuse me
now, it is my bedtime.

Well, you must be an
early riser. It's still daylight.

Yes, but you know
the old saying, Mr. Solo:

"Early to bed and early
to rise is..." What is it?

Hm, "Makes a man
healthy, wealthy and wise."

But it isn't so.

But, of course,
there's still time.

- Good night.
- Good night, Mr. Willoughby.

Good day.

Well.

Listen, do you know how
to make a, uh, soufflé?

Yes.

- Hm.
- Why?

I am perfectly capable of
making a simple soufflé.

But you don't look nearly
as good in an apron.

Oh.

Tell us a little more about
Mr. Willoughby, Betsy.

Ah, he's a dear old man.

His Danish name
is Wilhelmboegh...

but no one could
pronounce it properly so...

Oh, this is the wrong spoon.

Oh, it's because, ahem,
you're working in the dark.

Put some lights on.

I don't know why, but I just
hate it when the lights go on.

Well, maybe, when you were little
kid that's when you had to go to bed...

like Wilhelmboegh.

No, it's only recently I...

Oh. Now, I've dropped it.

Allow me.

- Let go of me.
- What?

What am I doing here?

- Get your hands off me.
- What's the matter with you?

Will you keep away from
me? Keep away from me.

Don't you touch me
and just leave me alone.

Get your hands off of me.

I'll scream. Aah!

Now, easy. We're
only trying to...

- Let me go!
- Maybe we should call a doctor?

Look, I think we ought
to get her home first.

Because, as it is, we're in a
rather compromising situation.

Now, you'll be all
right. Just relax.

Relax.

We'll have you
home in just a minute.

My goodness. What has
happened? What am I doing?

Betsy, Betsy, what is happening?
What are they doing to you?

I don't know, Mr. Willoughby. Oh,
I don't know what possessed me.

I just bent over to help
her pick up a spoon.

Yes, that's all he
was doing, really.

Well, the whole
community is jittering.

Uh, tempers are flaring.
People are out of control.

You mean this is not normal
for suburbia living, huh?

Mr. Solo, have you
read the brochures?

Oh, I am awfully sorry.
Oh, I hope you'll forgive me.

We'll forgive you if you'll have
dinner with us at a restaurant.

Well, I can't. There's a
meeting at the school tonight.

Well, as a matter of fact,
it's about this very thing.

Why our nerves
are so on edge lately.

Well, it could be anything
from air pollution to Martians.

- Would you like to come?
- Yeah, we'd love to.

As a matter of fact, you
should too, Mr. Willoughby.

- All right.
- It's your civic duty.

Uh, you mean my civic punishment
for making your pupils fail in math.

Oh.

Well, give me a few minutes
and I'll join you, okay?

I'll be ready in a jiffy.

- You had to have a soufflé.
- You had to forget the eggs.

I had a few other
things on my mind.

Which I'm sure you bungled
in your usual manner.

Now, wait... Wait a
minute. Wait a minute now.

We're doing it too.

What do you mean
"we're doing it"?

We're starting to
act just like Betsy did.

Hm?

Please, please
allow me to repeat.

The Board of Health assures me
there's nothing wrong with our water...

our milk, our food, our climate.

Perhaps it is a wind, like
the foehn from Bavaria.

There are no depressing
winds in Peaceful Haven Estates.

Well, I'm listening
to one right now.

I didn't notice any of
this in the brochures.

- Do you have to be so sarcastic?
- He's always sarcastic.

You're just rankled about
the soufflé, aren't you?

We all seem to be a
little rankled, don't we?

There's nothing
wrong with the water...

You may find it very amusing to
drive people to distraction, Jonathan...

but what good is it accomplishing
if we can't find Lyman Rutter?

But I've explained,
Miss Witherspoon...

Yes, yes, I know about
Humboldt's Syndrome and diamine.

Can we be sure our present
methods will produce the attack?

Well, you're watching symptoms that
we produce in so-called normal people...

all comparatively
harmless, of course.

But, well, in a man suffering
from Humboldt's Syndrome...

it could prove fatal.

Well, he'd have to try and
get the medicine somehow.

And when he does, we've got him.

I do hope so.

Until now, I haven't had to
discipline you, Jonathan...

but there is a first time.

Peaceful Haven Estates
is an ideal place to live!

Sure it is, if
you're a squirrel.

Excuse me, Betsy. I think I'd
better go now. I don't feel too well.

- Well, do you want me to go with you?
- No, thank you. That won't be necessary.

Rats. Rats deserting a ship.

We must all stand together
or we'll hang separately.

We must make Peaceful
Haven peaceful again.

I'm sick and tired of your talk.

There they are. Those
two U.N.C.L.E. agents.

Barrows.

Yes, Miss Witherspoon?

That one more chance I said I'd give
you, you shall have it tomorrow morning.

I want those U.N.C.L.E.
agents out of the neighborhood.

Don't worry, Miss
Witherspoon, they'll be way out.

Breadman.

Breadman.

One loaf of raisin rye.

- I don't like raisin rye.
- You order raisin rye, you get raisin rye.

I didn't order raisin rye.

- What did you order?
- Nothing.

Nothing.

- Is this 19319 Cranberry Street?
- Yes.

Then you ordered raisin rye.

You making bread pudding?

Remember the milk?

This is supposed to
be a loaf of raisin rye.

I never even
heard of raisin rye.

- What are you doing?
- I ordered it.

Would you mind
ordering me another loaf?

Purple Valley Bakery.

Oh, thank you, Betsy.

Let me call a doctor,
Mr. Willoughby.

Mm. That won't be necessary, no.

But you look much worse
today than you did last night.

Oh, that will pass,
that will pass.

Oh, hello, Mr. Solo.

Oh, hi. I didn't
realize you were here.

I just stopped by to see
Mr. Willoughby about, uh, music.

Well, I'm afraid
Mr. Willoughby is...

Uh, Mr. Willoughby will
be happy to see Mr. Solo.

Come in, Mr. Solo, please.

I'm always delighted
to talk about music.

Here are charms to soothe
the savage breast, eh, Mr. Solo?

Well, it depends on
who's soothing, I think.

Well, an old music teacher...

can hardly compete with a
young math teacher, Mr. Solo.

Tell me, Mr. Willoughby, have
you always been a music teacher?

Always, always.

Hm.

As a matter of fact, I was a child
prodigy. When I was 8 years old...

- I played my first concert in Copenhagen.
- Really?

Yes, I remember I was
sitting there, trilling away.

People were watching and I was excited.
- Mm-hm.

I could hardly reach the
pedals, you know, with my feet.

- Interesting.
- Yes.

Those were the good old days.

Tell me, back in
those good old days...

I don't suppose you
remember, for instance, uh...

the cube root of pi M3?

- What was that again?
- The cube root of pi M3.

Would you know who wrote it?

My favorite, Mr. Solo, has always
been "Liebesträume," by Liszt.

Breadman.

- Raisin rye?
- Yeah.

Thank you.

Illya?

What happened?

Raisin rye.

Sorry.

Thank you, Betsy, thank you.

Mr. Willoughby, why didn't you
want Mr. Solo to know you were sick?

Betsy, are you a
very strong girl?

Because I have something
terrible to tell you about myself.

Oh, what could be so terrible
about you, Mr. Willoughby?

The police are after me.

And I think that Mr. Solo
looks like a policeman.

- What for?
- What for?

For Gretchen in Trieste...

for Mala in Prague, and for
Susie in Red Bank, New Jersey.

Betsy...

I'm a trigamist.

No.

Yes. Youthful indiscretions.

I'm a weak man, Betsy.

Every time I met a lovely young
girl who insisted on marrying me...

I just couldn't resist.

Oh, how awful. Well, I guess.

I am being hunted by the
police of three countries.

Why don't you just confess?

Confess?

In Prague, trigamy is a
capital crime. I'll be hanged.

And that Mr. Solo looks a
little Czechoslovakian to me.

Well, don't worry, your three
secrets are safe with me.

Thank you, Betsy.

If that is the case I must
ask you one more favor.

Of course.

Thank you.

You see, I suffer from what
they call Humboldt's Syndrome.

And the only medicine that
will help me is called diamine.

But the druggist mustn't
know that it's for me...

because he might tell
Mr. Solo about it, you see.

Oh, well, don't worry,
no one will know.

Thank you. You are
such a lovely girl, Betsy.

You are so kind, so sweet.

You're just the kind of
girl a man should marry.

I'd better go get your
prescription, Mr. Willoughby.

Thank you.

Diamine is pretty rare
drug. Could I ask who it's for?

It's for, uh, Mr. Barkley.

The real-estate agent?

Mm-hm. Uh, how
much do I owe you?

Seven thirty-nine.

So you were wrong
about Willoughby.

It looks like it might
be a red herring though.

I think we should put the red
herring in the barrel, just in case.

All right. You start Operation Pickup
and I'll do a little more snooping around.

It's Barkley, the
real estate agent.

Are you sure?

The incidence of Humboldt's
Syndrome is one in 25 million.

Those are pretty good odds.

All right. We shall
start Operation Pickup.

This is absolutely your
last chance, Barrows.

Yes, Miss Witherspoon.

Welcome to Peaceful
Haven Estates, folks.

Far from the madding crowds
and hectic pace of modern life...

Peaceful Haven Estates offers
you the ultimate in suburban living.

Ah, here we are.

Here you are, sir.

I like to call it an
adventure in serenity.

Uh, well, we're looking
for a house, not a cemetery.

Of course, of course, of course.

And Peaceful Haven is
bursting with life and excitement.

The chirping of the birds,
the buzzing of the bees...

and the happy children.

Children?

Remember the noisy kids
in the last place we lived?

And the happy quiet children,
tiptoeing through the tulips.

I grow tulips.

Uh, the happy,
obedient children...

who always walk on the sidewalks,
never walk on the flowers...

happy just to run through the
streets with their puppy dogs.

Pup...? I grow tulips.

But mostly cats who
always stay in their own yard.

Small, quiet,
obedient pussycats.

What's that?

Well, that's just an ice-cream
truck selling ice-cold happiness...

to our quiet, obedient children.

What was that?

There are no
earthquakes in the area.

Hello?

Hello? Who's there?

- May I ask what you think you're doing?
- Lucky I came along, Dr. Rutter.

You were being kidnapped
by a very shady organization.

Oh.

Come in.

- Ah, Mr. Solo. Do you like Chopin?
- Very much. Go ahead.

Oh, this is "The
Revolutionary Étude."

- Anything I can do for you?
- Oh, just a neighborly visit.

- Oh.
- Are you going on a concert tour?

No, I'm just airing them out.

I have a favorite
waltz... I have a...

The "C Sharp Minor Waltz"
by Chopin is my favorite.

- You like that?
- Yes, go ahead.

Oh, Mr. Solo, there's a very, very
interesting original manuscript here...

by Johann Sebastian Bach.

- You know, Bach had...
- I don't read music.

I find it also very
interesting, uh...

that a music teacher
subscribes to the

International Journal
of Theoretical Physics.

You know, something
remarked about this waltz here.

You have a mark here on an
article about the theory of antimatter.

Dr. Rutter.

I suppose eventually
someone would have to find me.

It might as well be you. Do
you know why I ran away?

- I think I do.
- Yes.

I knew what evil men
might do with my discovery.

For the past 10
years I have tried to

prevent other scientists
from duplicating it.

The only other authority on antimatter
is the man who wrote that article.

Your colleague in Vienna to
whom you wrote several months ago.

Yes. I tried to stop him
from further research...

but he pressed on
in spite of my plea.

And, uh, his conclusion is
stated in the article in that journal.

In layman's terms?

Well, in layman's term, he concludes
that the Rutter Theory is incorrect.

That's marvelous. But,
of course, he's wrong.

My theory is quite correct.

But according to him, all
further research will cease.

It may be another 20 or 30 years
before mankind rediscovers antimatter.

By then, I hope the world
will be ready to receive it.

Which is why you feel
it's safe to leave here now.

Yes. Uh...

I now can return to the scientific
community and to other researches.

Well, I suspect that Mr. P.T. Barkley
may have a small bone to pick with you.

Well, have I disturbed
his adventure in serenity?

No, but we have.

- We?
- U.N.C.L.E.

Dr. Rutter, we kidnapped
Barkley thinking it was you...

in order to prevent a
rather unscrupulous group...

from getting their hands on him.

Excuse me.

Solo here.

You know that wonderful
scheme we had, Napoleon?

Operation Pickup?

Well, it wasn't
altogether original.

I'm in a Thrush cell...

along with Dr. Rutter and, uh,
two rather unfortunate bystanders.

I have news for you.
Dr. Rutter is with me.

- Willoughby?
- Right. Do you know exactly where you are?

I'm afraid not.

I was unconscious when they took us,
and the others were locked in a trailer.

Right, as soon as I get Dr. Rutter
into safe hands, I'll bail you out.

I can triangulate your position
from your communicator.

Well, don't dawdle.

Thrush is liable to get nasty
when they find that Barkley...

doesn't have the
antimatter formula.

What is going to
happen to those people?

First thing's first, doctor.

It's my responsibility to
get you to a safe place.

The past 10 years I have lived in
oblivion because of my concern for life.

These four people are innocent.

I won't allow it.

Open Channel D.

It must not happen.

I'm sorry, doctor, but
it's my responsibility,

my job and my
assignment to protect you...

and the knowledge you
possess. Channel D?

Yes, Mr. Solo.

I've found Dr. Rutter.
The real one this time.

Uh, what about Mr. Kuryakin
and the real-estate man?

All right, I'll get to
them as soon as I've

put Dr. Rutter in the
hands of our agents.

Take Route A from where you are.

I'll send a car to
meet you midway.

Yes, sir.

All right, Dr. Rutter,
ready to go...?

- All right, they're ready for you.
- He's not Dr. Rutter.

Shut up.

Oh, I'll take this little toy.

You're making a big
mistake. He's not Dr. Rutter.

I said shut up.

He... He... He's right, I'm
not Dr. Rutter, whoever that is.

You're either Rutter or
dead. Make your choice.

Dr. Rutter, that can't possibly
be the antimatter formula.

Oh, you're right. I
got the last part wrong.

There.

Dr. Rutter, if you
are Dr. Rutter...

you have just written the formula
for computing the interest...

on a 30-year mortgage.

Oh, I just can't seem to
think straight. It'll come to me.

I don't think
this is Dr. Rutter.

Yes, I'm Dr. Rutter.
I am. I'm Dr. Rutter.

The prescription was for him.

Has it ever occurred to you that the
girl could be covering for someone?

We'll soon find out.

- What? What are you gonna do?
- It'll be quite painless.

If you are Dr. Rutter you'll be
almost dead in about five seconds.

Oh, I'm not Dr. Rutter. I'm
not Dr. Rutter. I'm not. Rutter.

He's telling the
truth this time.

Anyone suffering from
Humboldt's Syndrome...

would be writhing
on the floor by now.

- Barrows, bring the girl here immediately.
- Yes, ma'am.

As for this unfortunate...

- What are you gonna do?
- Well, you're too old for a spanking.

But I'm sure to
think of something.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- You haven't seen Mr. Willoughby around?
- No, why?

Well, we were interrupted
in the middle of a discussion.

You'll let me know if
you see him, won't you?

- Oh, of course.
- All right.

Good. He's gone.

Betsy, I can't thank you enough.

Oh, it's perfectly all
right, Mr. Willoughby.

Well, besides...

I don't see why I should help
the Czechoslovakian police.

You have an appointment, Ms. Wilson,
and we provide the free transportation.

I am the one you want.

I knew you would be coming.
I have been expecting you.

The lady's the one we want.

But I am Dr. Rutter.

Well...

Well, in that case,
we'll take you along.

- You don't need her.
- I got my orders.

It's I. Leave her here.

Make a fuss and we'll
leave you here to be buried.

That's right, officer.

No, I have not had
too many martinis.

I tell you, I saw it.

He attached something
to the door and voom.

Just like in a spy movie.

I must apologize, Dr. Rutter...

for putting you and the other members
of this community to so much discomfort.

Amazing how a rapid variation
of alternating current cycles...

in ordinary light bulbs
can produce irritability...

and even violence in people.

But you were hard to find.

All right, now that you've found
me you can let the other people go.

Oh, that's already been
taken care of, doctor.

- Then, you can let Betsy go.
- Well, of course.

- Okay, Betsy...
- Barrows, take care of the young lady.

Certainly, Miss Witherspoon.

All right, Betsy, go now.

Get out of here. Yeah.

Now we can get down
to business, doctor.

You see how well we've
prepared our homework?

In 1944 you were at this point.

In 1945 you added this.

And in 1946 you were here.

And then nothing.

No, I stopped when I
saw what it was coming to.

But you did see the
solution, professor.

It was in your
mind and still is.

No.

I wiped it completely
off my mind.

Then you must
recall it, professor.

No.

No, it was too horrible.

I once set it to music and
even the music was horrible.

Interesting.

Is it possible to set
equations to music?

Of course. I did it all during the
war, when everything was classified.

Top secret was in
G minor, I remember.

How ingenious. Do
play some for me.

We'll get a piano.

Now, A, Miss Witherspoon,
is for antimatter...

B is for zero and C
is for speed of light.

D is division, E is
energy and F is, uh...

F is a little out of tune.

I understand the
technique, professor.

Now, let's concentrate
on your equation.

Miss Witherspoon,
you underestimate me.

I'm just stalling for time
until the others are free.

I have not the slightest intention
of giving you my formula...

now or ever.

Really, doctor, you
underestimate me.

Jonathan, demonstrate the
apparatus for the good doctor.

Let's get on with computations.

Now, the procedure is this.

You will repeat each
binomial as you play it...

and I'll feed it
into the computer.

The correct solution
will free Betsy...

but every incorrect binomial will
raise her temperature 2 degrees.

One moment, please.

- Give it to me again, please.
- F over D...

times two.

Minus G squared into EA.

Negative.

Gosh, that's the
formula for fertilizer.

Open up, it's the police.

Door's open, Joe.

Anybody home?

There's nobody upstairs.

- Everything looks okay.
- We'd better wait, Archie.

They can't be gone for long.
They wouldn't leave the TV set on.

Whoa, what are you doing?

Oh, and you wanted
to move to the suburbs.

Ah, it's an old
movie. I've seen it.

So you'll see it again.

These movie fights
always look fake.

They got Betsy and Rutter
somewhere in this maze.

Wait a minute. What about us?

Just lock the door
and don't let anyone in.

Yes, sir.

Hey! Let us out.

I hope this doesn't give you the wrong
impression of our friendly community.

- Get another channel.
- All right.

Oh, there. How's that?

D squared B times E.

- Unh!
- How's that for horrors?

- Let her go!
- You're not trying.

Well, I'm out of practice. I
haven't done this for years.

That way.

A, B, A.

A, B, A, A, E, D.

That's it! That's it, I have it!

I'm master of the world!

Let her go.

Barrows, bring the girl in here.

The computer. Destroy
it. Destroy the computer.

You must... You must
destroy the computer.

Easy.

It has my... My
formula inside it.

Your formula is in
good hands now, doctor.

Oh, mankind is
not ready for it yet.

Think of the good it might do.

Think of the evil it will do.

Destroy it.

This is the request
of a dying man.

From now on, I'm gonna
stick to music lessons.

Does that mean you might
stay on in Peaceful Haven?

Oh, didn't I tell
you? Of course I will.

What about your
antimatter, Dr. Rutter?

Antimatter?

Funny thing about that.

Ever since they took the bullet
out of my back and I nearly died...

something happened
to part of my brain.

It seems that I never knew
anything about antimatter.

Oh, perhaps...
Perhaps it's for the best.

I think we better get going.

I'm sure you're tired,
and it's dinnertime.

Dinner?

May I recommend a
wonderful Danish restaurant?

Nyskov's Konditori.
They make a fine...

- Wonderful. I love Danish food.
- Oh, no.

You're not gonna
weasel out of it this time.

Illya's going to cook for us tonight.
It's his last night in the suburbs.

I'm going to make a soufflé.