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Stand by to launch
raft from forward hatch.

Whenever you're
ready, Mr. Kuryakin.

The old alma mater.

Wouldn't it be more
convenient for U.N.C.L.E...

to put their survival school
someplace a little more accessible?

Well, it's supposed
to be secret.

An uncharted island 700
miles off the shipping lanes.

Yeah, that's pretty secret.

Open Channel R, please.

Cutter here, Station R.

It's Kuryakin here, sir.

I would like a break in security
to allow me to come ashore.

Verify identification.

Code Marlin 12.

Deactivate all perimeter
explosives on Section Charlie.

I thought Solo was coming.

Yes, he was, but he was given
another assignment at the last minute.

All right, you're cleared. There'll be a
man to meet you on the beach, Kuryakin.

Thank you, sir. It's
been a long time.

I'm looking forward
to a pleasant visit.

Don't count on it.

You've got exactly 10 minutes to
clear island security perimeter. Out.

He's not exactly
Mr. Personality, is he?

Yeah, Mr. Cutter takes
his job a little too seriously.

Good luck.

Who's there?

You?

Double agent, Thrush.

Double agent?

Don't move.

You are making a mistake.

Really? And I thought you were
the one who had made the mistake.

A very effective
piece of jewelry.

Collar tightens and
tightens and tightens.

Tightens and tightens until:

Thrush uses it to avoid the noise of
a gun and the uncertainty of a knife.

Oh, the details
again, Miss Hargrove?

I was taking a swim last night when I
saw a rubber life raft moving to shore.

That's all? You saw nothing
from the jungle or the rocks?

No, sir.

By the time I could get
close enough to investigate...

Mr. Kuryakin was
bending over Agent Phillips.

And Phillips was dead.

And do you often take moonlight
swims on lonely deserted beaches?

Trainees are permitted
time off to do as they wish.

Yes, I'm familiar
with the rules here.

There'll be maximum security
in this matter. You're dismissed.

Class of '59, wasn't
it, Mr. Kuryakin?

No, '56, sir. CUTTER: Oh.

If you remember, you kept
me here an extra month...

to instruct the explosives
and demolition class.

Oh, yes, I recall. You
were moderately good at it.

From you, that's
a rare compliment.

Are these the assignments
for the graduates?

Yes, security didn't
want them sent by radio.

Let's stop waltzing,
Mr. Kuryakin.

Waverly doesn't send his
top agents out as messengers.

You're here because of
suspected Thrush infiltration.

Yes, and headquarters thought
you might like some assistance.

Yes, well, I sent for an undercover
agent several weeks ago...

right after the code
book was stolen.

He's here now,
posing as a trainee.

But since graduation is near and
you haven't learned anything yet...

Mr. Waverly thought...

What does Mr. Waverly
know about running a school?

He's sitting in a desk
2000 miles away.

He takes the final
responsibility...

I know he takes the
final responsibility.

But this school means a
great deal to me, Mr. Kuryakin.

Everyone at U.N.C.L.E. is
aware of your dedication...

No, they're not, not everyone. Not the man
that was killed on the beach last night.

Five and a half seconds.
You should've done it in four.

You still like to spring
your little surprises.

Well, it's always interesting to
see how much our older students...

have retained of their training.

John Saimes, one of
our advanced students.

This is Illya Kuryakin,
Section Two, Headquarters.

My pleasure, Mr. Kuryakin.

You throw a nice flip.

I've applied for Section Two. We
might be working together someday.

I'll look forward to it.

- If that'll be all, sir.
- You're dismissed.

Your star pupil?

On the contrary. His
status is questionable.

You still haven't told
me where we're going.

Why don't we find some
place to talk business...

where there isn't a
possibility of a security leak?

Still wasting live ammunition?

Of course. In our kind of work, the element
of death must be constantly present.

Well, crawling under the
guns does sharpen the reflexes.

Well, it's required
duty for everyone.

I assume you've notified
Mr. Waverly about the murder.

Reluctantly.

I want to try to find the
possible suspect myself.

You don't have very much time, unless
you wanna graduate a Thrush agent.

All the trainees
knew what happened.

I'm certain all of
them will be of help.

All except one.

And we don't who that one is.

Now, look, this is my
school, and I'll find him.

You're not running a
one-man operation, Mr. Cutter.

There are normal procedures,
chains of command.

Don't wave the flag
at me, Mr. Kuryakin.

My wife and our unborn
child were killed in Ankara...

by a Thrush bomb
with my name on it.

I got one purpose left,
and one purpose only.

That's to eradicate Thrush with a
constant supply of trained agents.

Now, on this island, the chain of
command begins and ends right here.

Anybody hurt?

Must've shaken
itself loose, sir.

- Aren't you supposed to be in class?
- I was just on my way, sir, when, uh...

When you accidentally noticed
this defective machine-gun mount?

Considering what's
happened recently...

I think we all try to, uh,
anticipate trouble when we can, sir.

Your initiative is appreciated.

Glad I could help out.

Uh, Mr. Kuryakin, isn't it?

- Section Two?
- That's right.

Andrew Hague, sir.

Trainees have heard a
lot about you, Mr. Kuryakin.

Rumor has it you're
here because of the...

We don't deal in rumors at this
school, Mr. Hague. You're dismissed.

Yes, sir.

He's good. He's too good.
He's too sure of himself.

There's got to be
a flaw somewhere.

Two days from graduation
doesn't give you much time to find it.

That's if I let him graduate.

He's cocky and
he's overconfident.

That could be more
dangerous than incompetence.

Did he have access to
the stolen code book?

Mr. Kuryakin, every trainee
had access to that code book.

Why should a Thrush infiltrator
bother to steal anything?

He'll be graduating
in a few days.

Within a year, he could
have all our secrets.

But Mr. Kuryakin, that code
book just didn't blow away.

Supposing it was stolen
by a Thrush double agent...

then that agent must
suspect he isn't graduating.

In which case, he's gonna try and
do as much damage as he can...

while he's still here.

Including murder, if necessary.

I'm the only one who
decides who won't graduate.

And I haven't decided yet.

Yes, but you do know
the ones most likely to fail.

And they're our prime suspects.

Melissa Hargrove, Andrew
Hague, John Saimes.

All possible failures.

Melissa Hargrove.

Radcliffe graduate, collegiate
tennis and fencing champion.

Proficient in five languages.
Outstanding training record.

However, she seems to
be emotional and unstable.

Those moonlight swims...

and her inattentiveness
frequently at lectures.

Acts like a woman in love.

And that's not in your
manual of training?

Certainly not at this school.

Andrew Hague, you know him.

Former U.S. Army sergeant, he's
got an excellent combat record.

Aggressive, eager to please,
seems to be overconfident.

Might be a glory seeker.
Highly questionable.

John Saimes, your friendly
adversary this morning.

A five-letter man at Annapolis.

Former Naval
Intelligence officer.

Excellent leadership qualities.
One major weakness: women.

However, good record.

I Have bad news
for you, Mr. Cutter.

Well, that's just about the only news
I've been getting here lately, Mr. Waverly.

I've just received this directive
from our Security Committee.

The last paragraph
may interest you.

"Unless the crisis at the
survival school is resolved...

before the forthcoming graduation,
the entire class is to be dismissed...

and the school
closed indefinitely."

You'd close the school?

Punish the entire class
because of one member?

That one member is
obviously working for Thrush.

Mr. Waverly, we're
doing everything we can.

That, apparently, isn't enough.

Even the undercover
agent you requested...

has failed to turn up any
substantial information.

I will contact the man at the
first available opportunity, sir.

Good.

Now, this is a very serious
situation, gentlemen.

The school must be closed
unless the Thrush double agent...

is found immediately.

With just a little more
time, Mr. Waverly.

Twenty-four hours, that's all.

- Oh, and, Mr. Kuryakin.
- Yes, sir?

You will share responsibility
with Mr. Cutter...

for ending this threat
to our very existence.

Of course.

Well, that's all. Good luck.

Oh, uh, Mr. Solo
sends his best to you.

The truth. I'll get it if I
have to sweat every...

Turn this into an inquisition,
and you'll destroy morale.

If that doesn't work, I'll use truth
serum, hypnosis, polygraph...

I don't think it will be necessary to
resort to such extremes, Mr. Cutter.

All right, Mr. Kuryakin.

We'll do as
Mr. Waverly suggests.

We'll share, 50-50.

He gave us 24 hours
to find the Thrush agent.

All right, you got the
first 12 to do it your way.

Then I'll try it mine.

It's your move.

Melissa Hargrove.

Well, she's efficient.

Just look at that.
Perfect reflexes.

Almost too perfect.

Excuse me.

Miss Hargrove?

I come in peace.

Is this a social
call, Mr. Kuryakin?

Or a casual interrogation
of the number one suspect?

You?

I was at the scene of
the crime now, wasn't I?

- But so was I.
- There's a difference.

I'm a trainee, you're a respected
and trusted member of Section Two.

Well, that does give me a
certain advantage, doesn't it?

Cutter here. All right, read on.

Yeah. I'll handle it.

Yellow alert. Sentry Post 5.

That's where...

John Saimes, one
of your suspects.

Help him up.

He's coming to.

What happened?

A prowler, sir, I...

I called the alert in. That's
when he clobbered me.

Johnny. I...

Relax, Melissa, I'm all right.

We were concerned about Johnny.

When you said yellow
alert at Sentry Post 5...

well, we all knew that
he was on duty here.

Did you see him
before he hit you?

Uh, not enough to identify him.

And he was wearing
one of our uniforms, sir.

Well, he could
still be in the area.

Deploy and search.

Harry.

All right, Mr. Kuryakin and I will
take care of things from here on.

Get back to your assignments.

Go on.

Let's revive him and I'll
get a confession out of him.

I'm afraid not, Kuryakin.

- Have you ever seen this man before?
- No.

Well, we work for a
pretty big company.

Harry Williams from
U.N.C.L.E. ID 0-7-9.

My undercover agent.

Take the prisoner
into my office.

Do you think Miss Hargrove and
the other trainees bought our act?

- Possibly.
- Well, it doesn't makes much difference.

I got myself a top undercover
agent, and he blows his cover.

He's certainly no
good to me now.

- What happened?
- Harry Williams.

Looks like he's turned out
to be a Thrush double agent.

Or at least, that's what Cutter
and Kuryakin want us to believe.

And you don't?

Cutter was awfully anxious
to get rid of Johnny and me.

Williams could be an undercover man
for U.N.C.L.E. sent out here to spy on us.

- Is that so bad?
- It could be for one of us.

I owe you something
for that clout in the head.

That'll be all.

Sir, I'd like a chance
to talk to this man...

I said that'll be all.
You're dismissed.

Yes, sir.

I'm sorry we didn't meet under
more pleasant circumstances.

My name is Illya Kuryakin.

Yes, I know. Mr. Waverly
said you're gonna be here.

We can just dispense
with the amenities.

What the devil were you
doing there, Williams?

Well, I was looking
back over the murder site.

Any luck?

There's one spot where the
sand has been sort of stirred up...

as if maybe someone's been
digging, buried something.

Can you show us
the exact location?

It's, uh, right about here, at the
base of a large rock formation.

And I started poking around.
That's when Saimes showed up.

- Did he see what you were doing?
- Yeah.

Played hide-and-seek for
a while, then I shook him.

After that, I guess he,
uh, rang the alert, huh?

A violation of every
basic rule of survival.

You got away from him,
then you returned on purpose...

risking everything
just to knock him out.

Stupid.

I agree with you, Mr. Cutter.

- Why? Why did you do it?
- I didn't.

And if you didn't, who did?

Sorry, Illya. From where I was hiding,
I couldn't see Saimes or anybody else.

If this mess isn't cleared up,
you know, we won't graduate.

Cutter knows his
business. He'll solve it.

Particularly with Kuryakin
breathing down his neck.

Well, all I know is something
better happen pretty soon.

Last week, the code
book was stolen.

Last night, Phillips
gets murdered.

Your reflex is slow. I
almost got one shot off.

Thanks. I'll work on it.

If Williams is a
Thrush double agent...

he wasn't very smart
getting trapped on the beach.

More important, what
was he doing on the beach?

You should've adjusted
the homing control.

That way, the pellet will reach
the grenade at the top of its arc.

I vote we do a little private
investigating of our own.

If you mean the
beach, that's off-limits.

Anyone caught there would
be dismissed from school.

Won't make any difference either
way if our whole class gets washed out.

I wonder if the great Mr. Kuryakin
could react that quickly.

Your reason for being here
had better be as good as mine.

You better come out
slowly and tell me what it is.

I never saw his face.

By the time the smoke
had gone, so had he.

Brilliant. Brilliant.

One of our top agents from Section
Two almost gets himself killed...

playing in the sand.

Those footprints, why
can't we make castings...?

Whoever it was smoothed
over the sand with a palm branch.

Six thirty-eight, and
a half hour's wasted.

It's about time
that I took charge.

Now, wait a minute,
we have bargain.

For what, to foul up again?

About the only thing you've accomplished
is making our undercover agent a suspect.

Supposing Harry
Williams were a suspect?

It's happened before. Thrush
agents infiltrating our security.

If you really were a
Thrush agent, Williams...

What would you do, Mr. Cutter?

Well, I'd know how to get the
truth out of him, Mr. Kuryakin.

- How? CUTTER: Since
you were last here...

a bonus has been added
to the endurance course.

It's called the pit.

A few hours in the pit,
and I'm sure he'd tell us...

whatever we wanted to know.

If we were able to
convince the trainees...

that you really were a
Thrush agent, Williams...

we might be able to
get the man we want.

Yeah, that wouldn't
track out, gentlemen.

No, the real double agent's
gonna be laughing up his sleeve...

and I'm gonna be
sweating it out in the pit.

Oh, no, no, not necessarily. You
didn't know Kuryakin nor he you.

It could be the
same with Thrush.

Exactly.

If the double agent really
believed you were on his side...

He'd help me escape.

Unless he thought you
might give away his cover.

In which case, he'd
probably try and kill you.

Williams escaped.

This way.

He's more valuable alive.

I wasn't gonna kill
him, Mr. Kuryakin.

Move it.

I trust you'll enjoy
the accommodations.

Come on.

We'll send you a graduation
announcement, Williams.

That stunt could've
got Williams killed.

Well, it had to look authentic.

Open Channel B.

- Williams here.
- Just checking.

It's little damp and dreary, but you
know how dungeons are these days.

That was a quite an act
you put on in the yard.

You look very frightened.

It wasn't any act.

We have electronic alarms hidden
in every entrance to the dungeon.

We'll be alerted the minute
anyone enters the area.

Yeah, well, I wasn't planning on
getting much sleep tonight anyway.

Well, that's all for now. Keep
your communicator handy...

and let us know if you
hear anyone approaching.

It, uh, just might be a double
agent coming to kill you.

It's nice to know
that somebody cares.

What's the matter? You
know better than to come here.

It never bothered you before.

And now's not the time.
They're watching every one of us.

Our romance is the
best-kept secret on the island.

You don't give
Cutter enough credit.

Is it so important we graduate?

It's important that I graduate.

Sorry to have interrupted your
precious career, Mr. Saimes.

Hey.

Now, why don't we forget the
arguments till after the wedding?

If that's a definite
proposal, I'd like it in writing.

I'd even carve it in stone.

Later.

Come here, I wanna
show you something.

What's all this?

A blueprint for the
entire island installation.

Don't tell me that's
part of your homework.

In a way.

I've been figuring out
how to become a hero.

I could use your help.

Anything you say, Johnny.

If I can find out how Thrush got a
man on this island, their whole setup...

well, Cutter wouldn't just graduate me,
he'd probably nominate me for president.

I like a man with ambition.

But where's all this beautiful Thrush
information supposed to come from?

Harry Williams.

You're not serious. He's
under Class A security.

Listen, Melissa, if Cutter finds out about
us, that's all he'd need to wash me out.

Now, I've gotta make some bonus
points with or without your help.

All right, Johnny, I'll
help you any way I can.

I wouldn't be a bit surprised
if you were the double agent...

trying to exploit me.

Now...

We gotta break Williams
out of the dungeon.

We'll tell him we're
both from Thrush too.

And we'll convince him we've got a
submarine on the bay to help him escape.

- Who'd buy that story?
- A real Thrush agent in trouble.

But what if he isn't
a real Thrush agent?

Well, then I think it's about time
we found that out for sure, don't you?

You're forgetting one
small detail, darling.

The dungeon has an
elaborate alarm system.

So it does.

You've got 15 minutes left, and I
take over the investigation my way.

- I need more time.
- You've had 12 hours.

Harry Williams almost got
himself killed setting this trap.

It needs time to make it work.

A bargain, that's what you called it.
Now, I've kept up my end, you keep yours.

This is Cutter.

I want all the trainees assembled in
the briefing room at exactly 10 p.m.

This is still my school,
and still my responsibility.

Melissa, the blueprint.

Melissa?

What are you doing out here?

- Just getting some air.
- Oh.

Uh, Cutter wants us in
the briefing room at 10:00.

I'll be there.

- Sounds important. Don't be late.
- I won't. Thanks.

Okay, he's gone.

Open Channel B.

- Kuryakin here.
- I've got company.

What?

The alarm system isn't
working. I'm on my way.

Halt.

Illya Kuryakin, Section Two.
Come with me, I need help.

You're wanted in the
briefing room, Mr. Kuryakin.

I've no time to stand
here and argue.

My orders are nobody goes
anywhere except the briefing room.

Somebody is breaking
into the dungeon.

- No alarm has sounded.
- The alarms aren't working.

That will have to be
verified in the control room.

Well, your rifle's filthy.

Harry? Harry?

You're in trouble, Mr. Kuryakin.

Attacking that,
uh, sentry outside.

Now helping a prisoner
escape. Tsk, tsk, tsk.

Excuse me.

If you're from Thrush,
why the gun in my back?

Does that help?

I can feel the
difference already.

Johnny.

Glad we could help you
out of the pit, Williams.

- He's from Thrush.
- It's good to be with friends.

Is it?

Over there.

Move.

That's far enough.

Johnny, what are you doing?

Start digging.

Johnny, I don't understand.

You will, Melissa, you will.

All right, Kuryakin, come on,
let's go. You've had your little nap.

Come on.

Come on.

That solves one
mystery, doesn't it?

The others will be solved
in due course, Williams.

Johnny, will you please explain
what that book's doing here?

It's very simple, Miss Hargrove.

Your friend stole the
code book and buried it.

Williams almost found it this morning.
I had to dig it up and bury it again.

But you were attacked,
knocked unconscious.

Basic rule seven,
Deception and Cover course.

All part of the game,
Melissa. I win, you lose.

- The game includes graduation, Saimes.
- You're wrong, Williams.

Just like you were wrong to
think a real Thrush agent...

would buy you as a comrade.

All right, what's the next step?

I intend to graduate
with honors.

As you say, very simple.

I discovered the real Thrush
agent helping you escape.

I tried to stop her like any
good U.N.C.L.E. trainee should.

But she fought me.

And naturally,
I had to kill her.

You were already dead.

Illya?

Harry, where are you?

Sentry Post 5. Listen,
Saimes is our boy.

I'm pinned down,
so is Agent Hargrove.

Just a minute.

Williams, Melissa
Hargrove, they're in the rocks.

She helped him escape.
They're armed, shoot to kill.

Illya, you better get here fast.

Saimes just got himself
some reinforcements.

We're over here.

Both of us.

Hold it. She's
giving herself up.

Who's doing all the shooting?

Everybody, and Harry
Williams, the target.

The alarm systems
aren't working.

You better get on the PA system and tell
them they're shooting at the wrong man.

Attention, all
U.N.C.L.E. personnel.

This is Cutter speaking.

Harry Williams is not, repeat,
not an enemy of this organization.

He is not to be harmed
under any circumstances.

Repeat, Harry Williams
is not an enemy.

He is not to be harmed.
He is not to be harmed.

Duck, Harry!

You haven't a chance, Saimes.

Try and stop me.

Cutter's survival school
gets tougher every year.

So does surviving.

One moment,
gentlemen. One moment.

The trainees expected the
brass to stay for the graduation.

Mr. Waverly is sending a helicopter,
as I have to go back to headquarters...

and Harry has an
assignment in Bolivia.

Oh, well, in that case,
goodbye and good luck.

Four and three-tenths seconds.

Well, that's an
improvement, Kuryakin.

However, you
should've done it in four.

I'm sure Mr. Solo could have.

I'm sure he could.

Though Mr. Solo has better
things to do than play games.

It's been a pleasure.

Mind if I hitch a ride?

Be delighted. What
about graduation?

We've resigned.

I decided I'm not cut
out to be a team man.

And I think I'd rather be
a woman than an agent.

Too dangerous?

Being a woman? Very dangerous.