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Our customer should
be here by now.

We'll be glad to
go look for them.

Oh, yes. I'm sure you would.

Undoubtedly your man got
caught in the London traffic.

It may be days
before he arrives.

If he doesn't show up
in the next 10 minutes...

I'll kill both of you.

Yes? Bring him down.

You're lucky.

Let them in.

You are Commander Krohler?

Apologies for my lateness.

I had to negotiate with
superiors for the purchase of, uh...

these two men.

One million pounds
for each of them.

But, uh, we're paying you 50
million for the submarine plans.

Don't try to haggle with me.

Solo is top U.N.C.L.E. agent in America
and Brian Morton is number one in England.

If Thrush were to put
them on the open market...

we could get twice as much.

The price will be paid.

Uh, may I?

Of course. They're all there.

The expectations for the submarine are
even higher than we led you to believe.

It can travel at 60 knots at
10,000 feet below the surface.

Excellent.

Hmm. Now the money.

I am sorry, commander.

I must disappoint you.

The plans are gone. After them.

You were lucky. I was
able detain the real Mr. Yu.

Did you know that I was the
top U.N.C.L.E. agent in America?

Hmm.

Uh, the first plane to
London, Miss Rogers.

- Find out when it leaves.
- Yes, sir.

Quick. Here, send this
message to London:

"Waverly to Solo and Kuryakin.

Disregard last message. Remain
in London until further orders."

That's all. Oh, yes, add this:

"Assemble a dossier
on a Miss Laura Adams.

But please make certain that agent
Morton doesn't know you're doing it."

End of message.

An U.N.C.L.E. jet is leaving
for London in four minutes, sir.

- Tell them to hold it for me.
- Yes, sir.

Your letter of resignation.
I won't accept it.

I'm afraid you have
no choice, Mr. Waverly.

Mr. Morton, you are the number-four
agent in the U.N.C.L.E. organization.

The head of operations for England
and the continent. And I can't...

I have rather a good reason,
and I stated it quite succinctly.

Yes, I know. You intend to get
married to Miss Laura Adams.

- And in the middle of an
assignment - The affair's ended, sir.

We've returned the plans to the
Admiralty Documents Division.

What about the submarine itself, an
obvious target for Thrush sabotage?

Well, we've set up new
security measures, sir.

There can be no real security measures
while Commander Krohler's at large.

Mr. Morton, I'm asking you to stay on
only until the submarine has its trial run.

All right.

Good. I knew I
could count on you.

Well, now that that's all settled, I
should like to meet your fiancée...

offer her my best wishes.

I'll be glad to
introduce you, sir, uh...

after the wedding.

The fish won't bite until dawn.

Then I shall have to
wait all through the night.

So you are Commander Krohler.

At your service, Mr. Yu.

The authentic Mr. Yu.

I have been in touch
with your superior.

There was no need to.

He assured me you will still
be able to deliver the plans.

I pray he wasn't
overly optimistic.

You don't have to worry.

It is you who should
worry, Commander Krohler.

Your superior asked
me to inform you...

that unless the plans are in
your possession within 24 hours...

I shall conclude the deal
with your replacement.

All right, 24 hours.

Good fishing, commander.

What's worrying you,
Brian? Is it Waverly?

He came all the way from
New York to make a point...

he could've made on the phone,
and he's staying on in London.

Oh, well, I don't see...

I know that old fox. He'd give his
right arm to keep me in the organization.

Well, nothing he can do will
make me change my mind.

Blast.

Your master's voice.

Well, you better
answer it, dear.

All right.

I won't be a minute.

- Morton here.
- Kuryakin here.

There's trouble at the shipyard. An
attempt to sabotage the submarine.

Check it out, will you,
and get back to me?

No, I'm sorry. You're
chief of this operation.

I can't take charge without
your written authorization.

Well, I can phone the shipyard.

Listen, whatever it is you're
doing is secondary to the job.

I suggest you get down to
the shipyard immediately.

All right. I'll see you in the
shipyard in about 10 minutes.

- What is it, darling?
- Something's come up.

Oh, Brian, not again.

There's no danger, Laura.

The last time you said
that you were wounded...

- and held prisoner for almost a week.
- I should be back in about an hour.

If not, I'll pick
you up at your flat.

It's really not serious.

Okay.

Please, darling, be careful.

Mind if I join you?

Yes, very much.

I'm Napoleon Solo.

Well, I'm definitely
uninterested.

I'm a friend of Brian Morton.

Oh. Then why did
you wait until he left?

Well, Brian and I are
associated with Mr. Waverly.

Perhaps Brian mentioned him?

I'm supposed to take you to
a meeting with Mr. Waverly.

I see.

Then Brian's exit was arranged.

Yes, it was timely.

Shall we?

Hmm.

Well, why this meeting?

Well, for your own
sake, Miss Adams.

No woman should enter
marriage with an U.N.C.L.E. agent...

unless her eyes are wide open.

My eyes have always been
wide open, Mr. Waverly.

I trust you're not going
to run Brian down.

Oh, Mr. Morton and
all U.N.C.L.E. agents...

are among the finest, most
dedicated men in the world.

- But?
- Take Mr. Solo here, for example.

He has intelligence,
verve, physical prowess...

a kind of man most women
would find very attractive.

I thank you, sir.

But probably the worst
possible candidate for marriage.

It's the same with
all U.N.C.L.E. agents.

Once married, they become dull from
missing the excitement, the adventure.

Poor Brian.

Well, I thank you for
your warning, Mr. Waverly.

I imagine I'll just have to work extra
hard to provide excitement for him.

I mean all this.

Now, you still have
time to reconsider.

Brian was right. You
simply hate to lose him.

I am sorry, Mr. Waverly.

Mr. Solo, will you see me home?

Mr. Morton is a very lucky man.

Flattery, but I'll
accept it as fact.

Goodbye, Mr. Waverly.

Only the cat could
have got through there.

Well, obviously, the cat was
used to create a diversion...

and the man scaled the fence.

Fortunately for us, he
tripped the alarm wire.

Maybe he scaled the fence.

Mr. Morton, we've covered the
entire yard, sir. No one got through.

It must have been only the
man I spotted in the searchlight.

Can you describe him?

Well, I only got a quick look, sir, but I
would say that, uh, in height and build...

he was about the same
size as Mr. Kuryakin here.

In fact, if I didn't know
better, I'd say it was him.

Well, that doesn't
give us much to go on.

No, not much.

But enough to make me think
the cat wasn't the only diversion.

Perhaps the entire
thing was a diversion.

I don't follow you.

I think you do.

I suppose I can trust you...

to write up a report of
this incident to Mr. Waverly.

Good night, Kuryakin.

Thank you for bringing me home.

Well, it's the
least we could do.

I'm sorry if we spoiled
your Saturday night.

That's all right. Ha. When you're in
love with an agent, you get used to it.

Do you, uh, agree
with Mr. Waverly?

Do you think Brian's
making a tragic mistake?

Oh, I wouldn't put it that way.

I agree, in theory, that U.N.C.L.E.
agents shouldn't get married.

But there are exceptions.

In this particular case, I
can't say that I blame Brian.

Thank you, Mr. Solo.

All right, Solo, you've
completed your errand.

Now take a message
to Mr. Waverly for me.

Tell him that I resent being
treated like a marionette.

I also resent his intrusion
into my personal life.

And warn him, Mr. Solo, that
I won't tolerate anything more.

Ahem. I'll get the light, dear.
- All right, darling.

Mr. Morton, how
nice to see you again.

Take the girl into
the other room.

Uh, she says with me.

You are in no position to
give orders, Mr. Morton.

Keep her company.

Brian?

Now look, Krohler, taking
me is part of the game...

but Laura has no
relationship to U.N.C.L.E.

You're engaged to be married.

- That has nothing to do with it.
- Oh, but it has everything to do with it.

You see, it cost me a lot of time
to get those submarine plans.

I was all set to deliver them until you
and your associates stole them from me.

I want those plans quickly.

And with the least
amount of effort.

You will get them for me.

You're out of your mind.

There's nothing you can do to
me that will make me sell out.

To you, Mr. Morton, perhaps not.

But there is your fiancée.

Yeah, but you knew that was
coming all along, didn't you?

Well, the girl impressed me.

Strong will, good
streak of independence.

Jibes with her
background information.

Although there's
nothing much here.

We didn't have much time,
only got the basic facts.

They don't appear compromising.

What about the men in her life?

A girl as good-looking
as all that...

there must have been
someone before Mr. Morton.

A broken engagement perhaps.

Check into it, will you?

Sir, Morton's agreed
to finish the assignment.

Uh, why are you interfering
in his personal life?

I asked you to check
into the girl's background.

Well, uh, I don't like it.

It's not for you
to like or dislike.

- We don't mean to question your orders...
- Then don't.

I'm sorry, gentlemen. I
understand your feeling, but...

- Hello?
- Mr. Waverly?

Agent Walker here,
on electronic security.

I'm sorry to disturb you
on Sunday morning, sir.

No rest for the
virtuous, Miss Walker.

Yes, sir. Ha.

There's something that
Mr. Morton should know...

but I haven't been
able to locate him.

Oh? What's the problem?

I'm monitoring the board
connected to the Documents building.

A part of our security blanket
for the submarine plans...

- Yes, go on.
- Well, there was a signal, sir.

It only lasted 12 seconds...

so I thought it might be a
temporary short in the board.

More likely somebody trying to
break in. Did you call the guard post?

Oh, yes, sir. But they reported all
clear so I thought it might be a short.

Keep trying to make
contact with Mr. Morton.

I'll send some men
over immediately.

The Documents building.

It looks like Thrush
is trying another move.

You better get over there, fast.

U.N.C.L.E. HQ to Mr. Morton.
U.N.C.L.E. HQ to Mr. Morton.

U.N.C.L.E. HQ to Morton.
U.N.C.L.E. HQ to Mr. Morton.

U.N.C.L.E. HQ to Mr. Morton.
U.N.C.L.E. HQ to Mr. Morton.

Uh, Morton to headquarters.

Mr. Morton, Agent
Walker here, sir.

There's trouble on
the monitor board.

A signal from Documents.

I've been trying to get
you for some time, sir...

but when I couldn't reach
you, I called Mr. Waverly.

I say, sir. Are you still there?

Yes, yes. Um, I gather
Mr. Waverly put a man on the job?

Oh, yes, sir. He sent someone
over to the Documents building.

All right. If Mr. Waverly rings back,
tell him I'm on my way over there.

Someone may be
trying to get into the vault.

I doubt if you'll find anything amiss,
gentlemen. We've already checked.

Well, someone may
have come over the wall.

Well, that's always
a possibility, sir.

However, all the doors and
windows are wired to an alarm system.

It's been as quiet
as a cemetery.

- We'll just have a look around. Thank you.
- All right, sir.

- Oh, it's locked.
- Hmm. That never stopped you in the past.

Only one thing could've caused a
short circuit in the monitor board...

- and that's a window.
- That's been opened and closed again.

Let's start checking it out.

Well, whoever was
here came and went.

Yeah, obviously. But we
installed an automatic gas release.

How did he get past that?

Well, the switch was turned
off before he entered the vault.

He must have known every
security measure we took.

Before he entered the vault,
he also knew the combination.

So there's only one
thing left to check, right?

If memory serves
correctly, it was this one.

The submarine
plan is still here?

He's been hiding out there.

Mr. Morton, sir.

I just got a call on
trouble over here.

Well, there's some
sort of a mix up, sir.

Mr. Solo and Mr. Kuryakin are
inside checking it out right now.

Oh? Then we better
see what they've found.

All right, sir.

Trouble.

The wall, quickly.

Where were you when
the man was breaking in?

- A man, sir? We'd better...
- Oh, never mind.

Stay here, I might need
you. The others are after him.

He may have had
time to get in the vault.

Well, we trapped two
of them with the gas.

These men are U.N.C.L.E. agents.
Get them out and revive them.

Someone closed the door
on us and turned on the gas.

Yes, I guessed as much.

I caught him trying to open the
vault, but he got out the window.

Mr. Morton, sir, he got away.
Apparently, he had a car waiting.

All right, you can all
return to your posts.

I'll send some extra men
down to patrol the grounds.

You'd better get to your
hotel and sleep off the effects.

- You'll be fine in a couple of hours.
- Oh!

Steady as you go, Napoleon.

I'll be a little
wobbly, I guess.

We'll see you later. Thank you.

Keep your distance. I
don't want him to spot us.

I assume we have a reason
for following Brian Morton.

What did you put on him
when you fell against him?

A listening device.

It's a sad state of affairs...

when we can't trust our
fellow U.N.C.L.E. agents.

It's very sad. Has it
ever occurred to you...

that whoever broke into the
Admiralty Record Building...

had a very easy time of it?

Too easy?

Maybe.

He must have spotted us.

Well, let's double back.

Post Number 1,
Morton just passed.

No one is tailing him.

Very good. Remain at your post.

Cut the engine. I think
I'm getting something.

Sounds like footsteps.
He must have stopped.

I was beginning to worry
that you'd changed your mind.

I had to shake off a car that
may have been following me...

We just lost a bug.

I think we're close to the source of the
transmission. Maybe a couple of miles.

Well, let's cruise. Maybe
we can spot his car.

I can guess why Solo planted that bug. My
breaking into the safe looked too simple.

- But if Solo suspects you, Brian...
- He can't prove anything.

He hasn't even enough to go to Waverly
on without making a fool of himself.

When you develop this film, you'll see that
I've lived up to my side of the bargain.

I take your word for it.

Now you want to
leave with Miss Adams?

Yes, that was your
end of the deal.

Laura.

Tell your watchdogs to sit.

You've got the plans,
Krohler. There's nothing else.

There's more. There's much more.

You see, you are going to help
me capture the submarine itself.

You're insane.
That's impossible.

Impossible is the adjective
of fools, Mr. Morton.

I intend to get my men on board
the submarine and take it over.

It can't be done.

Only Mr. Waverly can authorize
taking a group aboard that sub.

Exactly, and you're going to get
Waverly to issue the authorization.

I won't do it.

We shall see.

- I detest violence, Mr. Morton.
- Ohh!

But you give me no choice.

Ah! Oh, Brian, please.

We'll never find
him at this rate.

When he goes back up to town...

he'll either go to his
fiancée's place or his own.

Okay. One of us can watch Laura's
pad and the other can wait at Brian's.

I've got a lot of questions
to ask Mr. Morton.

And the sooner I get the
answers, the better we'll all sleep.

- Are you sure, Mr. Morton?
- Yes, sir.

At least one member of the sub crew,
uh, maybe more, are in the pay of Thrush.

Unfortunately, we
can't identify them.

Then I shall have
to call off the trial run.

Uh, if you do that, sir, Thrush
might make an immediate move.

Uh, if I may suggest,
sir, there is a way.

It wouldn't look suspicious
if you took charge...

of the operations
aboard the sub.

Then if you'd issue clearances
to myself and a group of agents...

we could come aboard
at the last minute.

I see. We could post an agent at each
of the critical posts during the trial run.

- Exactly, sir. WAVERLY:
All right, Mr. Morton.

I'll issue the proper
authorizations...

and meet you on the
submarine at sailing time.

And thank you.

You did very well, Mr. Morton.

Even if you get aboard,
you haven't got a chance.

Let me weigh the
chances, Mr. Morton.

The next step is even simpler.

You shall return to
U.N.C.L.E. Headquarters...

and obtain several
U.N.C.L.E. identification cards...

for me and my associates.

I know what you're thinking.

But then...

you know what I'm thinking.

Put your weapon away.

That sort of threat wouldn't
work with me and you know it.

Well, what will work?

A bribe large enough to
support you and your wife for life?

I am no less dedicated
than you, Mr. Solo.

Just more vulnerable.
They're holding Laura.

So you are the man who tried
to get the sub plans last night.

More than a try. I copied the
plans with a microfilm camera.

You delivered them to Thrush?

I had no choice. They
would've killed Laura.

I thought that if I could get her out I
could have a clear shot at Krohler...

and get the plans back.

But he anticipated that.

Hmm. He didn't let her go, then?

Then why are you free?

Krohler wants
you for another job.

Right? A bigger one.

The biggest. He intends
to capture the sub.

Mm-hm. And you're the
key that opens the doors.

Look, I swear to you, I came
here intending to reveal everything.

Even though I know
what will happen to...

But I can't go through with it.

I just can't.

- Can you believe me?
- Oh, we believe you, all right.

But you are going
through with it.

You're going to do everything
Krohler asks you to do.

Plus just a little bit extra.

Brian Morton just past my
post. He's alone in the car.

He should sleep
for a couple of hours.

What are you doing?

Oh, come on. You don't think
there's anyone hidden in there, do you?

- Where's Laura?
- In the bedroom, quite safe and unharmed.

You can see her as soon as you
give me the identification cards.

Very nice.

I'm glad to see that in this case,
your love is stronger than your loyalty.

Go. Go, my friend.

Your lady is waiting.

Hold it.

Over there.

I'll get Laura.

Commander Krohler, the microfilm.
- Yes, of course.

- It's in my pocket. If you'll permit...
- All right, take it out slowly.

Check it, Brian.

Yes, that's my film, all right.

Mr. Morton, you've behaved
exactly as I anticipated.

Now I shall be able to deliver
not only the submarine...

but Waverly, Solo
and Kuryakin as well.

You do have a choice.

You can go dead...

or alive.

Ah.

This should do it.

Bring the limousine around.

How much did he
promise to pay you, Laura?

A million pounds? Two million?

What makes you
think he'll pay off?

True love dies hard, Mr. Morton.

Perhaps I can help
it die more easily.

Laura did not sell out.

She's been a Thrush
agent for several years.

Hmm. A long-range investment.

Oh, yeah... Ha, yes.

For the past six months...

our Laura has been playing
the part of a girl in love.

Of course, the entire
effort was almost wasted...

when Mr. Morton decided to get
married and resign from U.N.C.L.E.

Imagine, a top U.N.C.L.E.
man married to a Thrush agent.

Wouldn't you say that that was
carrying togetherness a bit far?

Kill him!

Kill him! Kill him!

Look out!

- Afternoon, Mr. Morton.
- Afternoon.

Identity cards, please.

All seven here.

Right-o.

Mr. Waverly's been
expecting you aboard.

- Pleasant sailing, sir.
- Thank you.

I don't like it at all, Waverly.

It would be wiser to have my
entire crew assemble on the dock.

We'd have the sub cleared
and safe in five minutes.

You don't know Thrush.

One unusual move on our part and
their men might blow up your ship.

Captain here.

Party of seven U.N.C.L.E.
agents on board, sir.

Good.

All hands, secure hatches
and assume sailing stations.

We'll be under way immediately.

Take it, chief.

Well, we're under way.

I'll meet my men,
get them stationed.

I know you have many
questions, Mr. Waverly.

I'm sure your men will fill you in
while we attend to some details.

Put them in there. Tie him up.

Sit them down, tie them to the
straps, and lock them in here, quickly.

We're approaching the Channel.

Maintain speed for seven seconds,
then submerge to 14 fathoms.

You're doing beautifully,
captain. Keep up the good work.

They're in the crew's quarters.

And, of course, they've
taken over the radio.

I suppose they relieved you fellows
of all your concealed weapons.

Yeah, they didn't miss a thing.

Then I suppose it's up to me.

Ah, he's got it.

You'll never pull this off.

As soon as the crew discovers
what's happened, you'll be finished.

In 12 minutes we'll
rendezvous with a fishing vessel.

They'll send a new crew aboard.

If he tries anything, shoot him.

There's something very
special I want you to do, Laura.

I want you to kill Brian Morton.

Kill him now.

But why?

There's no reason.

Simply to prove that I
can trust you in the future.

You should've shot him in the cottage
when he attacked me but you hesitated.

Why?

Have you fallen
in love with him?

You're being childish.

Perhaps so. You have
the opportunity to prove it.

I will obey your order.

For your sake, Laura. I'm glad.

I'm getting it.

I think it's time to say
goodbye now, Brian.

Parting is such sweet sorrow?

Conscience, Laura?
I don't believe it.

If it were the other way around?

If your Mr. Waverly had
ordered you to kill me?

- Can you really do it, Laura?
- I must.

Miss Adams, it is the nature
of the female scorpion...

to destroy the male
after he's loved her but...

Oh, shut up.

But unlike the scorpion, a
human can choose not to kill.

I can promise you
amnesty if you release us.

You're right, Mr. Waverly,
I do have a choice.

And I choose to
carry out my orders.

Goodbye, my love.

My sympathy, captain. You've had
your new command for such a short time.

Commander Krohler. Don't try it.

All right, gentlemen, drop your
weapons and move away from them.

That's enough.

Watch them.

- He's been injured.
- That's unfortunate.

We're close to the
rendezvous now.

You take over the controls, captain,
and bring your ship to the surface.

Stop or...!

Get down.

Bring your ship to the surface
and head back to port at full speed.

Ah, all right. After you,
commander. Come on.

Full speed ahead. Let's go.

He'll be all right if we
can get him to a hospital.

Yes?

Mr. Solo and
Mr. Kuryakin are here, sir.

And Mr. Morton.

Send them in.

Well, gentlemen.

Mr. Morton, good to see you.

But I had no message you
were coming to New York.

I wanted to do it in person
this time, Mr. Waverly.

- What's this?
- My resignation.

I know you were expecting it.

Oh, nonsense. She
was a very attractive girl.

After all, U.N.C.L.E.
agents are only human.

Mr. Morton, you're being transferred to
our Antarctic Communications Division.

I think you could do with
a few months to cool off.

Now you must excuse me.

I'm catching a plane to Paris.

I'm to be best man at the wedding
of an U.N.C.L.E. agent there.

Well, just a minute, sir, uh...

But did you try to talk the agent
and his girlfriend out of marriage?

I always do.

You didn't really check
into the girl's past?

Well, certainly not. I
wouldn't do a thing like that.

But, uh...?

In Miss Adam's case, I was
suspicious from the beginning.

I had no reason for telling either of you
in case my suspicions were unfounded.

- Ours is not to reason why.
- Ours is but to do and...

Exactly. "Into the
valley of Death."

Now, if you'll excuse me.

I'm still convinced that U.N.C.L.E.
agents make terrible husbands.

And I shall continue
to tell that to any girl...

who's foolish enough to
fall in love with any of you.

Good day, gentlemen.

We have each other.