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Dr. Von Cronin.

You are Herr Luger?

From Thrash?

Yes, sir.

That must be the gun back.

Transportation is at the bottom of the stairs.

If you'll follow me, please.

Come in, come in, gentlemen. Come in, come in.

Sit down, sit down.

Sit down, Mr. Zolo.

You're able.

I'm sorry we failed, sir.

Oh, but that's not true, Mr. Zolo.

You've made a most notable contribution.

We have? Yes, indeed.

You weren't able to bring in Herr Professor Dr. von Kronen.

But you did establish a very definite link between him and Thrush.

The world's most wanted Nazi scientist and Thrush. And you gentlemen will

endeavor to find out what tune they're going to play.

Please look familiar.

Louis Strega, wines and spirits tycoon.

Slogan, everything from champagne to whiskey branches throughout the world.

Was it Strega's men that beat us to von Kronen?

Yes. Mr. Strega is in Sicily now, visiting one of his wineries.

We have reason to believe that Dr. von Kronen is on his way there.

And you, Mr. Solo, and you, Mr. Kuriakin, will join him there.

Well, in a word, we're lost.

Oh, Napoleon, you've done it again.

Well, we can't be too far from Sphago's domain, one way or another.

I think we...

Traveler's aide.

Buongiorno, signore.

I'm looking for Signora Strego's estate.

He makes mal sala?

Signora Strego!

Miss Dayton, must you please so heavily?

You're massaging my back, not making love to me.

Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Stregall. This is not the first time. And I find it decidedly

nauseating. The uniform code of thrust procedure states quite clearly that the

relationship between a thrust official and an employee must be kept on the

highest level.

Excuse me, sir. Yes, what is it?

You did ask me to report as soon as we arrived, sir.

Oh, yes.

I trust you and Dr. Von Cronen had a good trip.

Get something to eat, Luger.

And ask the good doctor to come here into my office.

Oh, I won't need you.

I suggested you transcribe some of the dictation.

Yes, sir.

Miss Knighton. Sir.

The skirt is too tight. The length is too short. The neckline is too low.

You're working in a place of business now. Try.

I'm sorry, sir.

Straight line, 13 kilometers, turn left.

Perfect. Then we go through Telfon.

Telfon, oh, say that.

Grazie. Prego, signore. Prego. Ciao.

Ciao. Hey, ciao, signore. Ciao.

Code 3.

This is 29.

Come in.

You're Estrago. Estrago.

Estrago. Correct.

And I cannot tell you, Doctor, how eagerly we have been looking forward to

arrival. Yeah.

They've been looking forward to my arrival in Nuremberg, too.

They're still looking.

This is as lucky for Thrush as it is for you, Doctor. I trust, Estrago, that you

are about to reveal precisely why you...

He called me halfway around the world to this dirty, hot, and altogether

miserable country.

Mr.

Luger told you nothing of our plan? No, he did not. Good.

Why?

Because if he had, he would no longer be with us.

Oh.

The map, Doctor, you appear to find it quite interesting.

Does it bring back any old memories?

Oh, I've studied many maps.

Very much like this one.

I know about your dream, Doctor.

A truly remarkable one. Divert the Gulf Stream.

Turn the island of Greenland, a barren, icy waste, into a lush, semi -tropical

paradise. That could have been the seat of a new empire, the home of the master

race. And from it, and through the range of missiles that were later developed,

you could have controlled the world.

Mr. Hitler didn't listen to you.

Thrush is prepared to listen, Dr.

von Cronen.

Indeed, we have been listening for quite some time now.

We all did.

I had hoped not to be disturbing.

I'm terribly sorry, sir, but this is rather important.

Communications has just heard from one of our sentries.

A couple of strangers.

They could be uncle men.

Are they coming here?

Yes, sir.

They're coming through to Forna.

They should be there in, oh, ten minutes.

Well then, Luger, you and your men should be there in five.

Oh, buongiorno, Pia.

You came to join us in the procession, huh?

No, padre, no. No?

Today the pizzeria is open. I want you to come with me for a bit.

Padre. Very impressive.

We will just like to do things in America. Grande, Pia.

Yes, Pia.

No, no.

No, no, no.

Buongiorno. Buongiorno.

I give it to you, sir. It

is

my hope that

all your dreams will be good dreams in this beautiful, wonderful pizzeria.

Protecting the Gulf Stream, of course, will mean much more than merely turning

Greenland into a tropical paradise.

It will also mean turning most of the northern hemisphere into an icebox.

it will, Doctor.

Can't you see it?

Blizzards in New York, in Paris, in London, in the middle of July.

I can assure you that Thrushland will take full advantage of the chaos that

would follow.

Forgive me, Doctor, we're forever being interrupted.

Ah, Luger.

What have you found?

Well, uh, they were uncle agents.

The, uh, the same ones who almost, uh, kept a doctor from Cronin.

You disposed of them, of course.

Well, uh, we got one of them. You got one of them?

Yes, sir.

And the other?

We, uh, we searched all over, sir.

All over and...

Yes, sir.

Miss Stuyton!

Sir? Not dictation this time, Miss Stuyton.

A task at which you're considerably more adept.

Oh, yes, sir.

Please, please, you know... You've jeopardized our entire organization.

That other agent is probably on his way here now.

But I... Miss Dighton, no.

Miss Dighton, no.

Captain, there may be an uncle man in the area. I want a thorough search made.

And report back to me every half hour on your problems.

As an expert in such matters, may I say that your Miss Dyken is an artist of

whom we would have been proud in the old days.

I think we'll get along fine, you and I.

Will you hurry that relay, please? This is an emergency. Repeat, emergency

situation. Yes, Mr. Kerrigan?

I'm looking into Strago's winery.

Except it's not just a winery. There's some sort of laboratory on the grounds,

and it's very well guarded.

I see.

Where's Mr. Solo?

I don't know, and I'm a bit worried. We had to separate when things got a bit

rough.

I haven't been able to contact him.

Well, Mr. Solo has proven quite adept at taking care of himself in the past.

You better try to get into that winery. Do you think you can?

Probably not until nightfall, unless the situation changes.

Very well.

Carry on, Mr. Kerrigan.

Mamma mia!

Mamma mia!

Pia!

Pia, what are you doing?

I'm going to the pizzeria.

He breaks it apart, he pays for it. I am a poor

girl. I'm a simple girl.

But I'm an honest girl.

This is for the interest.

The father says he's from America.

With this money, he must be.

She'll rest in nine minutes.

The roof?

Evil on your head? The mama?

Where am I? The local police station?

No.

You're in the house of Pia Montieri.

And her grandmama?

Nonna? She's awake.

Ah, allora.

Come si sente?

How do you feel?

Travian, grazie.

Oh!

You know,

you break my pizzeria.

Yeah, I remember now.

I'm sorry.

Can you help me? Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. You are weak. You cannot.

You lie down.

I put it in the towel.

You stay.

I remember I...

Saw you in the procession.

Do you collect pop art?

Pop? No.

They're my uncles.

Oh.

You must be very proud of them.

Oh, si.

They go to America many years ago. The city of Chicago.

They do big important business.

Prohibition business.

We do other things now.

Yeah, that was very big.

Pia, is it Pia?

Pia. Yeah, I'm Napoleon Solo.

Napoleone. Yeah, Napoleone.

I've got to make a phone call.

No, no, you can't call. You're very sick. No, no.

Make a phone call.

A telephone?

Yeah, it's a trick phone.

Kuriakin here.

Yeah, Napoleone.

Napoleon, where are you?

Well, right now I'm being administered unto by a very beautiful young lady.

Forgive me, I should have known.

You should have. I'm going to be under the weather for a little while here.

are you doing?

Trying to figure a way into Strago's winery.

I'm not as fortunate as you.

No, you're not, that's true.

Keep in touch.

Ciao.

Hello there.

How do you do?

You're a new one. I haven't seen you before.

I just came in as a replacement for Miss... Oh, Miss Dykton.

You're really very cute.

Thank you.

Excuse me, Miss Dykton.

something wrong, sir? Have you forgotten how to stand at attention?

Let's have a look at your papers.

You probably lose!

Have you any idea what one bottle of that heavy water is worth?

Get up to my quarters, both of you!

Now you!

Well, have a look at your identification papers if you don't mind.

one we've been looking for.

I hope you like the sewing I did on your jacket.

Your car, you know?

In front of the school, you go straight to the piazza and then you turn right.

Right, okay, thank you.

You're solo?

You really have to go?

I'm afraid so.

Listen, I want to pay you for what happened to Pizzeria. In a way, I think

responsible. No, no, we have, we have a...

What happened to the pizzeria? It's just as good as paid for, sir. Well, let me

pay you at least for the kindness and the sewing. There is no price for

kindness. No, I insist.

There is no insurance.

But you're so rich, eh?

I was.

All right, arrivederci, and thank you for everything.

I hope we meet again, eh?

I hope so.

I really do.

Signora Monteri?

He's not for you, Pia.

Search thoroughly. If he's not in there, move to the next one.

We'll get him even if it takes all night.

I, uh... Don't be alarmed. It's me.

Signor Solo.

Scusi, uh... Some men are looking for me.

They want to kill me. Now I need a place to hide.

If you want to stay here... Well, I have nowhere else to go.

Hey, what do you do?

Where do you want? You can't come in here like this.

Hey, what do you want?

Will you tell me, please? What are you doing in there?

Upstairs. Upstairs? No, my granddaughter's up there. Oh, my

there. She's a child.

No,

no, no.

Perhaps I was a bit too hasty.

You there!

Under the bed.

Out!

Apologies once more, signore.

This is not the man we're looking for.

Oh,

mamma mia.

It must be after earlier.

Oh,

nothing.

In my closet is my old wedding dress, Pia.

Put it on. Put it on.

And then send someone for Padre Francesco.

Avanti!

I know that it's very difficult.

I mean, I can appreciate that you might misunderstand.

Quiet! Don't move!

In a little while, you are going to be my grandson -in -law.

Tell me, you can support my peer?

You don't look very strong.

Well, I don't think that's really an issue right now, is it? I mean, you

I don't think you do, see. I don't suppose I would either if I were in your

position. Ilya, come in, little Franklin.

What do you say?

Well, sometimes when I'm nervous, I talk a little bit twice. Ilya, come in, will

you? Yes, Napoleon.

How is your burgeoning romance?

It threatens to burgeon too far. Do you know where the car is?

Yes.

What do you have in mind?

Car? What car? What are you talking about?

I'll be with you in a moment, Signora Montero. Of nine, the lucky speak. But

make it fast, make it fast. A honk when you honk. A honk. A honk when you get

there.

Excuse me. A man who talks to himself.

Excuse me.

Mamma mia, such a one I should have in my family.

It cannot be done this way.

Mamma mia.

The bans, the bans have not been published. You hardly know each other.

padre. They know each other too well.

Father, excuse me. I think an explanation isn't... When a man stays

with a girl and the girl, she's not married.

There is no explaining.

There is only the wedding.

Or the bullet.

Excuse

me.

Relax now, Napoleon.

We'll be in Palermo in a few minutes.

They can't get you there.

That's not what's bothering me.

It's the girl.

She's marked for life just because she tried to help me out of a jam.

I think we ought to go back. I'll make another stab at explaining. I'm sorry,

Napoleon, but we have a plane waiting for us.

With what we've learned and what we suspect.

Anyway, Mr. Waverly wants us in New York right away.

You want to leave here?

Eva Benny, we leave Sicily.

We go to America, eh?

We will look for your Signor Solo.

And you will become the married woman.

Legitimate.

A fine gentleman if we find him. No, no. You don't worry about that, my

grandchild. We will go to your uncles.

Signor Solo will not make any trouble for the Stiletto brothers.

They are of your blood, my child.

And this is an affair of the blood.

And what if Signor Solo refuses?

No, no, no, no. Your uncles are honorable men.

If Senor Solo refuses, they will blow his head off.

Put them lights out and answer the phone.

Yeah. Put them out.

Who?

Cicely. Cicely. Hey.

Give me that.

Hello. Pronto, pronto.

Si, si, si, si.

This is Senor Stiletto.

Oh, signora, signora, come sta?

It is... Oh, mi piace tanto di sentire la vostra voce.

Eh,

uh -huh.

Miami Beach is just great, just great.

And how is it with you?

How is to forna, eh? Stop crying out loud.

Shut up.

No, no, not you, signora, just my wife.

Uh -huh.

Ah, yeah, yeah, my little niece.

Not so little, I bet, huh?

Kate? To be here.

To my niece.

What? What?

Shut up. Shut up.

It was right that you should call me.

You bet your sweet life I'd be there.

For this thing.

For the honor of the family.

All the Stiletto brothers will meet you.

Chicago.

Yeah. like the good old days.

Goodbye, signora. Goodbye.

Pack me a bag and make it fast.

You're going to Chicago tonight?

Shut up and pack.

Fingers! For crying out loud! You can't go to Chicago tonight!

I want to send a telegram to my brother.

My brother!

Federico Stiletto.

Sunset Valley Retirement Village, Santo Robles, California.

Fine, fine, Mrs. Feinberg.

Oh, thank you, Mr. Stiletto.

But you know, when I told her that 30 years ago you were number four on the

wanted list, oh boy, now she wants to take dancing lessons.

But you know, I think my son -in -law would get jealous.

You Federico Stiletto? Who wants to know?

You're Federico Stiletto.

Telegram.

Smart punk.

Thanks.

Excuse me.

Maybe my daughter might come in tomorrow and start her lessons.

You love her, Mr. Stiletto. And she was just so thrilled to be able to study

with you. And you don't need to worry about my son.

Mamma mia, what an automobile.

Elegante, eh?

Yeah, this little old baby has been sitting in the garage since before you

born, honey.

Right, signora.

Yeah, I remember.

You used to write about all your friends you would take for a ride.

That was the golden days.

Zio,

ma come è possibile? I don't understand.

Can Uncle Enzo get out of this jail whenever he wants?

Mr. Prudis, the letter?

Here, honey.

When it's a mother of honor, family honor, things can be arranged.

Welcome back from Sicily, gentlemen.

I understand you had a particularly narrow escape, Mr. Solo.

Well, actually, there was a misunderstanding. Of course, of course.

I'm sure an uncle agent would never do anything improper.

Well, now, to get to the business at hand, you'll be pleased to know, I'm

that Mr. Strigo is back in Chicago now.

So also is the heavy, heavy water you discovered, Mr. Kyriakon.

And it's absolutely imperative that we find out precisely how it's going to be

used. But we already have our plane tickets, sir.

Your job, Mr. Kyriakon, will be to prowl the Strigo warehouse dressed as a

longshoreman. Mr.

Solo will be your contact man.

A longshoreman, sir.

Yes. Have you ever done any work of that sort?

No, sir.

Then you'll need this.

What is it?

A union card.

Activated by the magnetized water, one of the missiles submerged every mile or

so along the gulf should do the job.

At least according to our preliminary estimates.

Thank you.

Of course.

The exact distance will be determined by our computers, of course.

Miss Stanton, you may telephone Mr. Strago.

Tell him the missiles may be loaded aboard your ships tonight.

Yes, Professor.

I do think I'd better be calling Mr. Strago.

Now, gentlemen, I've let you in here only out of respect for your past

reputation, but my patience is wearing thin.

Now, for the 20th time, let me assure you that Mr. Solo is not one of my mob,

you so quaintly put it.

I have not met him in Tafona or elsewhere, and I have no idea where he

found. Now, Miss Monterian, I'm sorry that you had to come all this way for

nothing.

Why don't you take this nice child out to sea, Lake Michigan or something, or

buy her an ice cream cone? Watch your mouth!

Yes? Yes, put her on.

Now, will you be quiet?

Now, what is the trouble?

Oh.

Won't get Mr. Strago, but he's getting very close.

Oh, well, I'll take care of that right away.

Yes, thank you. You listen to me. No, Mr. Stiletto, you listen to me.

Oh, I've, uh...

I've reconsidered.

Now, it's true that I don't know where Mr. Solo is, but his friend,

the blonde young man.

Yes, well, he does seem to be working for me. You'll find him at my warehouse

on the docks.

The punk is finally talking sense. The buddy will lead us to Solo.

You're happily home, sweetie.

Things are going to drive around to the block behind the warehouse in case he

wiggles out that way. Right? Right.

Oh, Crutch, you, Arnold, and Scissors here go into the joint and flush him

I'll be over by the dock.

He gets by you, I'll make a handicapped worker out of him.

He ain't going to get by nobody, that kid.

here, ladies. Hey, you, come here.

All right, you. Come here.

Hey,

pull it.

Over here.

Now, please, please, you're too old. Just one punch.

Now you stay there, or I'll fill you so full of lead, it'll take a crane to put

you in a coffin.

It's a pineapple.

Those grandfathers are all you people.

You got ten seconds, Blondie.

You don't want to be spitting out your teeth on the ground.

You tell us where your playmate Solo is.

Good afternoon, gentlemen.

Good afternoon.

How do you like them grips?

Who's this guy?

Is this Solo?

Looks like it's going to be a bad afternoon.

He sure is.

Uncle Napoleon Solo.

Who's this uncle?

You got a new racket working for you, sonny?

And she wants this for her husband.

Inside the car, punk.

You're going to attend a wedding.

Again?

Of course, you don't want to go, so okay.

We got a substitute choice.

We wrap you up in one of them fine concrete overcoats and send you for a

Lake Michigan.

Your choice, punk.

Not you.

See you.

I hope so.

Oh, come on now.

Oh, hello again.

Hi there.

Oh, you are so cute.

You know what I'm going to do?

I'm just going to love you.

Look, Mr. Safari, if you marry my niece, I'm your uncle.

Call me Uncle Fingers.

All right, Uncle Fingers, at the risk of being redundant, there's been quite a

misunderstanding. Hey, what's that?

What misunderstanding?

Hey, you bugs!

The bride -to -be.

Awfully attractive.

I mean, I've known a lot of fellows in college and everything before I joined

Thrush.

But, you know, you get tired of those one -shot affairs.

Besides, they couldn't hold a candle to you.

Ah!

Yeah.

Ah!

Look, nephew.

In my family, when you take away a dame's honor, it's right you give it

Kaboosh! Yeah. And why is she ugly?

She's lovely, Uncle Fingers. That's backwards.

She's superb. She's beautiful.

And she's still possessed of her honor.

As far as I know.

Man, shut up. You're going to get married, period.

Why? Half of the crumbs out there have been out of the woodwork for 30 years.

Yeah? But for this?

For the wedding of the Stiletto Bronners?

Well, I think you ought to be proud.

I'm not Italian, you know.

That's all right.

Try to be proud anyway.

Strago here.

Are the missiles ready for transportation, Doctor?

Yes.

All out here on the wharf.

All perfect.

The ship is due in five minutes.

Good. And that Uncle Agent, I assume Miss Dykton is still toying

with him? Yes.

She is still toying with him. Fine.

Tell her I don't want him killed.

However painful that may be to her. And I'll be with you soon.

Professor, right now, however, I have still another Uncle Agent to round up

orders from Central.

Take care, Professor.

Now or never, yes or no, you want to get married or you want to get dead.

Right now, I wanted my mother.

Remember, those old duffers in there may look harmless, but I can assure

you that...

During the prohibition days, they could have and would have torn either one of

you apart for the price of a cigar.

So be careful.

And we want Solo alive.

What do you bums think you are?

Oh, Mr. Stregal.

Mr. Stiletto, I hope you'll not mind too much, but I've come to collect the

bridegroom, Mr. Solo.

So you don't know him, you liar. He is your man.

Come on now, Mr. Solo.

You don't really want to get married, do you?

Well, right now I'm not quite so sure about that.

Nobody draws on the Stiletto brothers, Draco. Nobody.

transistorized double gamma capsule grenade potent enough to blow half this

apart.

Lay down your arms, gentlemen.

Please.

Oh, and the young lady too, I think.

Just as a bit of insurance.

Against renewed hostilities.

We'll get you for this struggle.

I swear it on my honor.

On the code.

I swear it.

Sorry to tear you away from your friends, Mr. Solo, but Central has dated

drag you and Mr. Kodiak in along on a little journey.

I don't know why myself, really.

Interrogation, I suppose.

You've got Elliot?

What there is left of him, yes.

Look, Thrush Central doesn't need this girl. I'm sure they couldn't care less

about her. I care, Mr. Solo.

After you, my dear.

No.

I couldn't get over Kodiak.

Manicle her in there.

Mr. Solo, will you be getting into the car under your own power or... Will you

keep her quiet?

All right, tuck you.

I'll be back here.

Get him.

After him.

Morning, Bill. Morning. We traced Trigger and company to the privately

Little Dolphin Island in the Caribbean.

From which point, apparently, they intend to launch the missiles to divert

Gulf Stream.

Unless we can prevent it.

Precisely.

Sixteen hours from now, Mr. Soto, we will launch three entire assault groups

against this island.

Supported by B -52 bombers, we'll reduce the island and everything on it to

rubble.

Sir?

You can't do that.

I beg your pardon?

Strago missed out with me.

If he's on that island, he's got Elia with him.

Yes, yes, yes. I quite realize that.

All right, sir. Elia's an agent in Section 2.

He's expendable, just like the rest of us.

What about the girl, Mr. Wembley? Thea Monterrey. Yes, I read your report about

her. And yes, I quite realize she's probably on the island as well.

Sir.

Whether through my fault or not, whether directly or indirectly...

I'm responsible for that girl being there.

Elliot's a volunteer.

He knows the risks.

But not that girl.

Are you an operative in this organization, Mr. Solow?

If not, may I have your credentials, please?

We'll demolish that island within 16 hours, Mr. Solo, and I give you my word

there won't be a living thing left on it.

So you won't have time for coffee if you intend to get there in time to do

anything for those two young people.

Alexander Waverley.

Sentimental grandmother of the year.

Lord, it is that I who am impeccable cannot abide that which smacks of the

common and the grimy.

How is it that I would want to bring you with me to this island?

You who embody all that is vulgar in the world. You stay away, you hear?

You fascinate me.

You no touch me.

You no touch me.

You go to see Estrego?

Taking him some orders we just received from Central.

Will you tell him, please?

The magnetron is activated perfectly by the heavy water.

Good. And if these very clever and charming young ladies keep on as they

the missiles will be armed and ready for lowering in the launching room by

tonight. I'll tell him, Doctor.

Fraulein Dykton.

Oh, yes.

I must tell you, we cannot forget.

How beautifully you tortured that uncle agent.

I... I... I would like you to know that I...

I admire you very much.

Bravo!

Oh, that's awfully sweet.

From a real professional like you.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you very much.

You touch me, I jump!

Would you really?

Yes, I would, really.

I did knock, sir.

Twice.

It didn't occur to me that you might be occupied with that.

Don't be absurd, Miss Dighton.

Disgusting creature.

So that's why they...

They wanted me to keep that uncle agent alive.

Miss Dykton, go see to it that Kuryakin is brought up here at once.

Please.

At once, Miss Dykton.

Miss Kuryakin!

Central has decreed that I'm to keep you alive and in good health.

Does that surprise you, Mr. Kuriyakin?

Are you all right?

I'm speaking to you, Mr. Kuriyakin.

Yes, I'm quite surprised.

May I ask why?

Well, you'll find that out in due course.

Meanwhile... Yes?

Orange alert, sir.

15 -mile perimeter, coming straight in from the mainland side.

Good rate of speed, sir.

Set the barrier. I'll come up personally.

You may as well come too, Mr. Kuriak. And under the circumstances, there's no

reason why you shouldn't be given the guided tour.

You, my dear, will stay here.

Please.

See that she does.

Sit down.

So, Mr. Kriak, while much of America and Europe are becoming icy waste,

Greenland will become fresh land and we shall all live happily ever after.

What's to prevent other countries from destroying fresh land? Oh, that's what I

brought you here to see. How close?

10 .5 miles, sir.

Activate the barrier at 10 miles.

Right. Call Dr. Von Cronin and ask him to meet me here after this

Yes. Take a look, Mr. Kuriaki.

In the bowels of this island, there are over 100 ,000 tuning forks all ready to

vibrate at the top of their lungs.

The accumulator vibration is joined together and funneled up into a single

channel to that reflecting disk.

Activate the barrier, Captain.

Barrier activated, sir.

Focus in on that approaching vessel, Mr. Kuriak.

Pretend we're already on Greenland, Prussia.

And the United Nations has sent that vessel to destroy us.

Mad in the head, Nelina.

I would even spit on you, Senor Streg.

I'm not afraid of you.

Let me out of here. I'll cut you up like a chicken.

Oh, yes.

I think you should try to escape.

In fact, I'm going to love you trying to escape.

My, is Noreen alive, Lydia?

Take her up to her senses.

Go ahead, Doctor.

Well, there are only two things, Kestrel.

Both of them.

Yes, Doctor.

Both of which concern the fact that these rooms and this launching tube are

located 75 feet below sea level.

First, the tremendous water pressure against these outer doors.

You needn't worry about that, Professor.

When the missiles are ready for launching, the tube will be adequately

pressurized. Mr. Strago.

I don't intend to drown my people.

Mr. Strago.

I would advise that we advance our timetable. Please, Mr. Strago. I've told

to keep that girl here.

And I return to find her on her way out wielding my letter opener and you flat

on your back like some...

Rank amateur.

Oh, but, Mr. Strako, it was an accident. You're done.

Thrush Central does not tolerate failure.

You're sick.

Even for Thrush, you are very, very sick.

You're aware, of course, that my superior is arriving tonight to approve

plans and wish us well. I shall ask him to have you.

Transferred. Or rehabilitation, if possible.

Transferred?

Away from you?

With as unsatisfactory a rating as I can possibly give you. For I am sick, too.

Sick of the very sight of you and your unclean mind, which corrupts the very

that I breathe.

You are dismissed, Miss Fenton.

Each vessel will be numbered, and each will travel approximately one mile

farther than the one launched before.

Yes. Sir, we've got another vessel within the 15 -mile perimeter.

Larger and slower.

Fishing boat, probably.

Well, don't use the sound barrier this time. I don't want the debris to bring

the search planes into the area.

We're launching the missiles tonight?

Yes. And I don't want any delays. Use the patrol boat this time.

I'll just toss me back in with you.

We'll call it even. Some of our old pals have traced the stragglers to go to

Chicago, the towns of the Gulf.

Now, we know he's on that island.

Why ain't you?

He's a pal of yours, ain't he?

No. Not exactly, no. And where's Pia? Is she on the island, too?

Where's our niece, punk?

If you want to see Pia safe, so do I.

Now, if you want to get out to that island, you better know how to swim,

I got a doozy of a weapon out there. Shut up, Bryce Groom.

We want Sprague. We want Pia and Sprague.

Yeah, I know. We just can't go galooping in it.

Look, let's get in and out of the sun.

I'll tell you all a nice story about the Gulf Stream and nuclear missiles and a

wicked little bird called Clark.

How about it?

A little bird called what?

I am sorry I caused such trouble for you, Mr. Sola.

But now you tell me he's a policeman, huh?

Now I understand.

No, we're not policemen.

And you, I caused trouble for you, too.

Now you must worry about my life as well as your own.

You know, you're a nice man.

I like you.

I like you, too.

You... You're not Italian, eh?

No.

Pity, isn't it?

No, it doesn't matter.

It's just that the grandma, you know, she says always... Hey,

you.

Hurry up, I only have a minute.

If I help you get free, what then?

Who wants to know?

I'd like to... You said you only had a minute.

There'll be a party tonight.

I think you're supposed to provide some of the entertainment.

Promise me you'll help me destroy Louis Drago and I'll help you get free, yes or

no?

What about Tia? Just you, I said, yes or no, quickly.

Yes. Good.

Well, that's a story, gentlemen.

Now, in a very few hours, my friends are going to be coming to level in that

island. So, if we're, uh... Hey, feet. Thing is pretty.

Looks like maybe we got some visitors.

Coming straight out from the island.

Probably a patrol boat.

Tried one running for a while, kid.

We learned how to handle patrol boats pretty well.

You remember, guys?

All right, come on, let's get ready.

Scissors. Scissors.

Stop firing.

I give up.

He's dead.

35 years I know this bum. And now you kill him.

I'll kill you. I'll kill you.

You don't want us to turn him loose, my friend. Then I'd suggest you take us to

your little island home.

for a bad evening.

All right, Crunch.

That boat may be our only transportation out of here.

We need a good man to stay with it.

Don't worry. Me and the boat will be here. All right. Good luck, you guys.

don't go to sleep. This ain't Lake Michigan.

Don't worry. We're just not worried.

What's he doing?

Big wig from Thresh Central.

Mr. Strago's boss.

The man in the green hat, they call him.

Come for the kickoff, huh?

Okay, gentlemen, we'll get a long walk. Let's get it done.

A great privilege, Professor Von Cronen.

We at Thrust Central are grateful for your help, sir.

Oh, Professor, this is Mr. Thaler, my immediate superior.

I'm honored.

Oh, the faithful Miss Dykton. More beautiful than ever.

Oh, thank you, sir. You'd be a fortunate man, Strago, if you were human.

Oh, that uncle agent.

I trust you've still got him.

Yes, of course, sir. Good.

I'll be wanting to chat with him a bit, a sort of prelude, you might say.

Oh, in that case, Mr. Thaler, I'll go have the guards clean him up a little

before you meet him.

Splendid, my dear.

I'll be joining you at the party.

She is adorable.

A party in my honor. Yes, naturally, sir.

Mr. Thaler, I'm afraid I've had to write a distinctly...

unfavorable fitness report on Miss Dyke tonight.

I'd like to request her transfer out of my command.

That bad?

Incorrigible, sir, and irreparably corrupt.

Well, we certainly can't have corruption in Thrush, can we?

But don't transfer, Stregal. Just kill her and have done with her, will you?

Save all that annoying paperwork.

Now, would you show me to my room? I'd like to freshen up for the party you

mentioned. I'm terribly thirsty.

And I'd like to meet all your people.

Just the young man.

Come on.

Here, I... Unfortunately, we don't have to make her presentable for Mr. Baylor.

Probably couldn't be done.

Take him to the assembly elevator.

Get him cleaned up at least.

Everyone's upstairs at the party waiting for the main attraction.

That's you, Mr. Kiryatkin.

Oh,

that was lovely.

I'm going back for tea.

That's not only nauseating, it's insane.

Listen, there's a fast patrol boat anchored on the other side of the

said I am going back for Pierre.

But you can't do that. We have to... Ach so, Fraulein.

Estrega wasn't wrong after all.

And I, who came here to warn you about him, must now go and warn him about you.

Shoot.

I'm sorry for him. See the doctor, we were so late.

Is there another way out of here? The other elevator.

We're going to change into the guard's uniform.

You know I'm getting tired of violence.

Your uniform, I thought.

Yes, yes, so was I.

Sorry.

I said I was sorry.

I mean, how did I know you'd have the brains to get free on your own?

I bring Lucretia Borgia, and you bring the mafia.

We're in great shape.

I trust there was no indecision.

On the contrary, sir, it was a pleasure to get Kuriak in for you. My only regret

is that we couldn't bring Solo as well.

Well, one is better than none.

You do understand, sir.

Here I've ordered the deaths of any number of Uncle Ages, and I've never

witnessed a single execution.

I don't want to get reputations.

If he's strictly a desk man, though, I want to be of my proof.

Oh, I understand fully, sir. And Kodiak instead, which I assure you will be a

unique one. It should be a nice climax to the party, eh?

Yes, there is a chance, if you will.

Something wrong, Strago?

No, sir.

No, sir, nothing that, uh... Nothing that can't be taken care of.

Yellow alert.

See to it that the uncle agent is tracked down and brought to me

Can't get far on this island.

And God, I want to see her, too.

Wonderful party, Sprague.

Haven't enjoyed myself so much in years.

Very happy, sir.

There's been a strike delay in readying the special equipment for the uncle

agent grand finale.

May I suggest that we postpone his performance until after the launch?

You do have a sense of the theatrical, my dear Straggle.

Frankly, I never thought you had it in you.

I'm afraid we'll have to break up the party, sir. There is some work to do,

know. To be sure. Where do we go from here?

May I show you the facilities? They're really quite impressive, you know.

We got your birdie, right?

Okay, so all we've got to do is grab it here and get back to the boat. Yeah.

When the bombers get here, what is it, three hours? We'll be 50 miles out. All

right, that was the original intention, gentlemen. Only it's not quite that

simple anymore.

What do you mean it ain't just quite that simple anymore? Well, for one

if my playmate is telling the truth, Strago has changed his timetable.

In three hours, half those missiles will already have been launched. It's true.

What's the difference?

Without sound wave barriers, It makes no difference whether your bombers get to

the outlander in time or not. Who asked you, Fauntleroy? As it happens, he's

probably right. I really never want to.

Now, we've got three things to do. Rescue Pierre, destroy that sound

contraption, and stop the launching of the missiles. Is that all?

Now, take a look at this map here that Fauntleroy has so graciously given us.

Now, here's the launching area. Get to it by either of these two elevators.

Well below sea level.

I'll take care of that end. I'll take you part of the way.

I wish your motives were nobler.

Now, the control of the sound barrier is in the tower.

I'll go up there with your help.

What about Pia?

Yeah, what about her? Yeah, that's what I want to find out.

The cells are here.

One level down.

I'll stop there first and bring her up to you. There won't be time for that.

Look, I'm helping you because I want to see Strago fail.

I want to see him crawl for the miserable insect he is. But I will not

life for that... Sniveling little peasant girl. Watch your mouth, baby.

I'll put a grapefruit in it for you. Yeah, don't worry.

There'll be time.

And what'll we be doing?

Sit around reading poems to each other?

I hope not.

I'll be up in the tower, and Ilya will be down here.

And I suspect there'll be a great number of little thrushies in between.

Excuse me, fellows.

You got a light?

My, a lot of bus to do now. I'm clear out of matches.

Just clear out.

Thank you, pal.

Very nice.

Used to be our living.

Stay around here. Keep the courtyard clear. They might bring in

Gee, I hope so. Yeah.

All right, let's get up to the top.

Hey,

when you get up there, pull every wire on that sound barrier thing. Good luck

down in the basement. How long is it before they launch those missiles?

Any time now.

Is that the elevator?

No, it's over here.

Now, that elevator will carry the missiles, numbered and armed, into the

room.

The first load will be leaving the storage room, going through the tunnel

into the launching room.

Following that, sir... Excellent, excellent.

You're a bit of a pompous poor, my dear Mr. Strago, but you do know your job, I

must say. Mr. Strago, please. Communications, line two. Mr. Strago,

two. If you will pardon me for a moment, sir. Certainly.

Strago speaking.

Sir, this is Williams, section L enforcement.

I'm sorry to trouble you, but I saw Miss Dykman... What do you mean you didn't

recognize the guard that she was with?

Are you sure?

Yes, I see.

All right, Williams.

Look,

you get on the field telephone and contact every one of the guard units

searching the island for the bunker agent. We launch in about ten minutes.

And I want every single one of those men back here.

If you will excuse me, sir, I... It appears that I'm...

That I'm needed upstairs for a minute or two.

Certainly. I'll go down to the storage and launch level. See how it's done.

Strega wants to see the girl. Open up, please.

Look, he's already taken her out, Miss Baker.

I think he's looking for you, too.

Oh, yes, I'm sure he is.

Drop it!

He must have taken her to his suite.

No, no, wait, there's no time for that. They'll be launching the missiles any

minute. You go down to Nears and I'll go up to Strago's suite.

Don't worry, I won't hurt her if she's there. I only care about Strago.

Look, Elia, you go downstairs. Do whatever you want to those missiles.

them, anything.

My only interest is watching Strangos' face when you do it.

It's time.

It's time. You will tell me all that I want to know. It's time. It's time.

I don't know.

You do know. I don't know.

You will tell me. You will tell me.

There's more than one uncle agent on this island, isn't there?

Isn't there?

What are their plans, dear?

How do they hope to stop me, dear?

Remember the time Bugs Moran told us our presence was no longer desired?

I sure don't.

Yes, there seems to be gunfire in the courtyard.

Is everything all right up there?

Yes, sir.

Nothing wrong at all, sir.

Good, I'm coming up there immediately. We're launching the missiles right now.

Mr.

Straker.

From Central.

I'm honored, sir. Oh, yes?

You know, I was hoping one of these fellows would show me around.

I don't believe they're much too busy.

And I certainly wouldn't want to interrupt their constant trade.

Could you give me a sort of tour?

Show me how it works.

It would be a pleasure. Oh, good. Thank you.

This is Mr. Taylor of Washington Hope.

You hurt.

You're helping me?

Look,

you get out of here. Your uncles are waiting in the courtyard that way.

And you?

I'm fine. You just get out of here.

Where's the launching apparatus?

What launches the missiles, Captain?

What, Captain?

I'm sorry, sir. They had me prisoner. Attention!

Attention, launching room! Attention!

But of course, sir.

All this equipment is now controlled from... Star number one!

You mean this inner hatch here is the only thing that keeps the ocean from

coming in on us?

Missile will be fired in exactly seconds.

Yes, that's about the size of it.

If you'll excuse me, I'll give you a graphic demonstration.

I can... Hello?

Launching room, hello?

Launching room?

Hello?

Hello? Hello?

Hello, launching room?

Answer me down there. What's wrong down there?

Hello?

There's no power. There's no reaction at all.

Get him on the other phone. Go.

Hello?

Launching room? Answer me. Hello?

Launching room?

It's a sorrow!

Delicious.

You can't imagine.

I saw you fail.

I saw you die.

How are you?

Puked.

Where's Pia?

Have you seen her?

No, I don't. Come on.

Oh, boy.

Come on, come on.

Hey!

I got a confession.

I didn't enjoy this like I thought.

Yeah, not like the good old days. It ain't like it used to be.

Hey, wait a minute.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.

Why don't we send these guys their same Valentine's Day card, just for a

present, huh?

Hey, that's a good idea.

Now you're talking.

All right, you guys, turn around.

Break the wall.

Keep your hands up.

There's one thing.

We better leave before the bombers get here.

Do we have to swim?

You're a genius.

You're among the immortals. Chicago is going to love you. Salute.

Salute.

Keep your hands where they belong,

blondie.

You too, kid.

We share our food with you.

We share our wine with you. And that's all we share, punks.

Right? Right.

Lo tesoro mio.

It seems to me, gentlemen, you've met your match at last.