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In New York City...

...on a street in the East Forties,
there's an ordinary tailor shop.

Or is it ordinary?

We entered through the agents' entrance
and we are now in U.N.C.L.E. Headquarters.

That's the United Network Command
for Law and Enforcement.

U.N.C.L.E. Is an organization
consisting of agents of all nationalities.

It's involved in maintaining political
and legal order anywhere in the world.

My name is Napoleon Solo.

I'm an enforcement agent
in Section Two here.

That's operations and enforcement.

I am Illya Kuryakin.

I'm also an enforcement agent.

Like my friend Napoleon, I go and I do
whatever I am told to by our chief.

Huh? Oh, yes, Alexander Waverly.

Number 1 in Section One.

In charge of this,
our New York headquarters.

It's from here that I send these young men
on their various missions.

Tommy.

Tommy.

Tomorrow night?

That's not my brother.

What do you mean?

This man's dog tags, his records say
he's Airman First Class Tom Blenman.

I don't care about his records.
I know my brother.

And that's not Tommy.

You telegraph me in Seattle,
tell me to fly here to Iowa.

You show me some stranger,
tell me it's my brother.

Now take it easy, Mr. Blenman.

Is that what you're doing here?
What about that girl he was with?

Jill Denison? We've talked to her.

Then you won't mind if I talk with her.

What's going on here?
This man impersonated my brother.

Now he's murdered.
Tommy might be dead.

You expect me to sit while you drag
through some routine investigation?

- I know you're upset...
- You better believe it.

I mean to find out about my brother.

I guess the best way is to find out
who killed this man first.

Had, Miss Pruit here.

That city fellow just took off
like one of Snyder's hounds.

Well, I don't think any harm
ought to come to him right now, Had.

Bide your time.

Well, we weren't in love or anything...

...but, oh, well, for something like this
to happen, I just can't believe it.

Why not?

You didn't know anything
about that boy.

Not his background or his family.

You didn't know he had a brother
until Mr. Blenman knocked on our door.

What's wrong with dating someone
you haven't known all your life?

Well, I mean, at least you don't know
what they're gonna say before they say it.

Is that right?

Well, now you've seen
what that can lead to.

- Haven't you?
- Aunt Martha, please.

Now you know.

I don't know, I...

I love to hear about people that
I've read about or seen on TV, you know?

And places that I've never been
and probably never will be.

Well, Tommy... I mean,
well, whoever he was.

I mean, he'd tell me about all the times he
was stationed in Panama and West Berlin.

And even New York.

Did he have any civilian friends
around here?

- Mm-mm.
- None?

Have we ever met before?

No. No, no.

Oh, no, of course not, I...

Well, you just remind me of someone.

Why, that's Clint Spinner.

- Well, come in, Clint.
- Afternoon, Martha.

- Do.
- Well, Jill.

I'll be doggone
if you aren't a sight for sore eyes.

Mr. Spinner? Mr. Blenman.

- It's a pleasure to know you, sir.
- How do you do?

Mr. Spinner just bought the land
west of ours.

Now, Jill, don't you go making me out
no stranger.

The truth is well, I use to work that farm
when I was a boy...

...only then my daddy
used to sharecrop it.

I got a little lucky,
a wildcat down in Oklahoma...

...and well, I figured that I'd just take some
oil money and buy the old place.

You know, sentimental.

That new well, Clint, was it worth
the trouble it took?

It's worth every bit of it.

You can't get that kind of fresh water
out of them county pipes.

They always tell me
that if you ain't got a well...

...you sure ain't got much of a farm.

- Sentimental, huh?
- Sentimental, yeah.

Corny, that's me.

Say, I heard in town
that you was coming out to talk to Jill...

...about that poor young airman.

I understand now
that he's not your brother.

Yes, yes, that's true. However, he is
the only link I did have with my brother.

Uh...

I don't understand what it is that
you figured she might be able to tell you.

You know I figured it might have
something to do with that...

...secret Air Force installation
they have here...

...don't you?
- Oh, you mean the S-9?

- The what?
- The S-9, that catapult plane.

Oh, is that what it is?

Well, what it is ain't the secret.

They got it buried under one of them
sliding concrete slabs...

...right here on this farm.

What they got it pointed at,
that's the secret.

I'll bet that everyone around here
knows what you just told me.

Everybody knows what I know.

We was all right here
when they built the thing.

However, young fellow, I think
maybe you're barking up the wrong tree.

Maybe.

Guess I'm just looking for a handle.

I'm sorry to have caused you
so much trouble. I appreciate...

Oh, incidentally,
where did he do his skin-diving?

Skin-diving?

Yeah, they found a bunch of that
scuba equipment in the trunk of his cycle.

That's ridiculous. He couldn't even swim.

What do you mean, he couldn't swim?

Well, he couldn't swim.

We went for a picnic down
by the lake about a month ago.

And he wouldn't swim.
He was even afraid to try.

- This man, what's his real name again?
- Uh, Edward Friedlander, sir.

- And definitely dead.
- Oh, very dead.

It was a matter of his life or mine,
I chose his.

Unfortunate.

Unfortunate and incredible
that he should recognize you.

I always thought
you had a very common face.

May have been lucky
that he slipped away from us in Berlin.

If he hadn't turned up in Iowa,
we might never have known...

...there was something going on
with that Air Force installation.

And you still have no idea
what that something is?

Or who's behind it, no sir.

He was an expert saboteur.

One of the finest in the world.

And you are unable to trace the airman
whose identity he assumed?

- This Thomas Blenman?
- No, sir.

Friedlander's death
may force something, though.

Well, the people he worked for
will want to know who killed him and why.

They can't afford not to.
Their stake is too big.

That opens up the possibility
that they may expose themselves to us.

The file you programmed
has been edited for viewing, Mr. Solo.

Thank you, Heather.

Did you get anything out of the girl?

What girl, sir?

- The girl Friedlander was dating.
- Oh, yes, yes. Jill Denison.

I tell you, I only had a moment with her
but I'm sure she'll be very valuable.

Yes, I'm sure she will, Mr. Solo.

A new girl?

No, sir, no.

I mean in our organization, Mr. Solo.

Oh, no, Heather's been with us almost
a year. She used to be a stewardess.

- She rooms with...
- Never mind. Let's get at it.

Yes.

Now, this is the Denison farm,
house, wheat fields, silos.

The shadowed area
represents the acre requisitioned...

...by the Air Force
for the S-9 installation.

Now, this is a subterranean cross section.

The concrete roof is camouflaged
to blend in to the wheat...

...but it's timed so that it will slide open
ten seconds before launch.

The plane is locked in a catapult
at a 45-degree angle...

...much like a pebble in a slingshot.

Was the impostor ever allowed
to enter these underground units?

No. He never got closer than walking
guard duty topside.

The S-9 is guarded around the clock...

...by Air Force MPs
with top security clearance.

Yet we must assume the impostor
initiated a relationship...

...with the Denison girl as a cover
to allow him more time...

...in proximity to the installation.
- Yes, I'd say so.

Is the plane launched by radio signal?

No, its pilot triggers the launch.

There's an electrical warning system
trailing from the plane...

...to ground-control
security headquarters...

...to forestall sabotage,
malfunction in countdown, etcetera.

- Yes.
The Iowa target area...

...has just released a statement
to the wire services.

Read it aloud, please.

"Reference: Murdered man who posed
as Airman First Class Thomas Blenman. "

News release, quote:
"Police have just revealed...

...that they have found the murderer. "
Unquote.

I'm afraid your slip is showing, Mr. Solo.

You mean the murderer was burned
to death on this bed last night.

He must have come back here last night
after he arranged the murder.

Chain-smoked until he fell asleep.

Except he forgot
to put the last cigarette out.

- You can't be sure he killed the airman.
- The man had a police record as a bookie.

We found this in his jacket pocket.

In his own handwriting, it shows that
the airman was losing and not paying off.

So as far as you're concerned,
the case is closed.

When you have a murder...

...and you find the murderer dead,
that's usually the case.

- What about my brother?
- That's the Air Force's problem.

- He's one of their folks.
- No, he's one of my folks. He's my brother.

I'm not gonna let officials bury
his disappearance in some cabinet.

I'm with the newspaper.
You making some sort of accusation?

No, that's not it at all. Mr. Blenman...

You can print that Mr. Blenman's mad.

And I'm not leaving until I find out
what's going on.

And I don't care where I have to look.

Or who I have to push.

Oh, excuse me, sir.

I was just turning down the bed.

Fine.

Have a good night, sir.

Thank you.

Open Channel D.

Channel D is open.

- Had, Miss Pruit here.
You get everything done?

Yes, I turned down his bed.
Put his Gideon Bible aside the bed.

Yes, the little doohickey
is in the showerhead.

No, when they find him,
it will look as if he had a heart attack.

The bookmaker was obviously killed...

...and his records forged to close the case
on the impostor.

I trust you were appropriately indignant.

Yes, sir. Particularly to the newspapers.

I needn't remind you you're inviting
an attempt on your life.

Isn't that the idea?

Report any such attempts immediately.

Unless they're successful.

Yes, sir.

- Who is it?
Jill Denison.

- Oh, I'm terribly sorry. I didn't realize...
- No, no, please. Come in.

Please.

I had a little accident here.

I was lucky I wasn't in
the next room there.

One of those lather-shave balms
got to too close to the heater...

...and it sort of exploded.

Does that make any sense?

No. But nothing makes any sense to me.

Not, not, not Tommy or...

Or that gambler
that they found dead or you.

- Me?
- Yes. I mean...

Oh, please don't misunderstand.
I mean...

Well, maybe I'm just
a country bumpkin but...

Somehow I can't...

I mean, I just can't seem to get it
through my head...

...that you are really the man
that you say you are.

Does that make any sense?

Well, it's an interesting idea, yes.

I don't think anyone here
is telling the truth about anything.

I mean, not the police or you
or even Tommy.

I mean, he wasn't being truthful
with me.

Jill, you said something about the police
not being entirely honest in this.

Well, I just can't believe
that the gambler...

...I mean, well, the bookmaker
that they found dead...

...ever really knew Tommy.
I mean, well, Tommy wasn't a gambler.

Well, at least he wasn't
that kind of gambler.

What kind of a gambler was he?

He didn't bet on horses or baseball
or anything.

But...

Well, it was just something
about him that...

Well, you and him...

I know that you said
that he wasn't your brother but...

Well, there's just something
about the two of you that's alike.

Although there really isn't.

Is something wrong?

No, no, no, it's...

Really, it's...

...just right.
- What is?

That little smudge on your nose.

- Oh.
- No, I'll get it.

What are you gonna do?

- Stick out your tongue.
- Huh?

Come on, stick it out.

Close your eyes.

What did you mean when you said
that smudge was just right?

Oh, not really the smudge.

You.

Clean as a country morning.

Mr. Blenman...

Larry. Short for Laurence Sylvester.

Gee, I love that perfume you're wearing.

I'm not wearing any. That's soap.

Oh. Well, actually, that's what I meant.

Oh, I know I'm supposed to say
something clever, but I...

Jill, I'm a big city salesman.

I meet an awful lot of girls
who "say something clever."

You make me sort of miss someone
I've never met.

Does that make sense?

I wish you wouldn't
lie to me, Mr. Blenman.

Laurence Sylvester.

Well, I don't believe
that you're a salesman in the big city.

Jill, if you go down the lobby
and wait two minutes...

...I'll get dressed, I'll drive you home.

I'll tell you all about myself.

I have my own car, Laurence Sylvester.

Laurence. It's kind of late.

And besides...

...I want to.

Want to what?

- Drive you home.
- Oh.

Yes, well, uh...

I'll meet you downstairs.

I can't get it open, Laurence.

I see Freud's on my side.

Two minutes.

Larry.

Uh...

How long will you be staying if...

...well, if you don't find your brother?

Oh, I'll find him.

If we run out of gas,
remember it's your car, not my idea.

That's crazy.
I just had it filled this afternoon.

- What's the matter?
- There's a car following us without lights.

Well, how do you know
they're following us?

Because that gas tank
didn't empty itself.

They left us just enough
to get us alone out here.

Who's they?

There's no time to explain now.

Out.

Where are they?

We can't see them but they can see us.

They're using black-light emissions
and special finders to pick us up.

Wynken, Blynken and Nod one night
Sailed off in a river of crystal light

Hm?

The silo.

We used to play in here
when I was a little girl.

We weren't supposed to.

Who are those men?
Why do they wanna kill us?

I don't know, Jill.

Why are you sending it down?

If they come here and find it up,
they'll know somebody took it up.

If they come here, we'll be trapped.

Not much choice, is there?

Now, look,
Mr. Laurence Sylvester Blenman.

Would you please tell me
who you really are?

Napoleon Solo.

I represent an organization designated
as the U.N.C.L.E.

U.N. C... U.N.C.L. E?

Well, isn't that some sort of a spy
or secret service organization?

Yes, something like that.

U.N.C.L.E. Works for all nations.

One of our responsibilities
is to suppress any activity...

...that might be a threat world peace.

In Iowa?

Anywhere.

- Frightened?
- Yes.

I mean, no.

I mean, well, because I'm with you.

Does that sound childish?

Not at all.

I consider it a beautiful compliment.

You remind me so much of Tommy.

Or whatever his name is.

His name was Edward Friedlander.

And he was one of the most expert
saboteurs in the world.

You killed him.

Yes.

I had to.

I said you two were alike,
I guess that was it.

You were both on different sides...

...but you were both...

Oh, what's the word?

The word is "professionals."

Yeah.

Oh, I don't think I'll never be able to
understand what this world's all about.

Well, maybe, maybe he was
a bad person...

...but I'll never believe it.
I mean, to me he was...

...he was so full of dreams and so brave
and so very much alive.

And, oh, very much like you.

- The elevator...!
- Shh.

Hey. Hey.

They've gone. It's all right.

You can come out now.

Hey, it's all right, you can come out now.

Jill.

Jill.

Jill, come on, wake up. Come on.

Come on, wake up, come on.

It's the real Tom Blenman.
He was killed and his body hidden here...

...so Friedlander could take his place.

How far is the lake from here?

About 15 miles. Why?

He was drowned.

Rope burns on his hands.

I don't understand either.

We better try to find a way
back to town.

Come on.

Mr. Spinner's place isn't far. He'll help.

Want some fresh water
from Spinners new well?

No, all I want
is to get safely in the house.

Oh, let's not tell Spinner what happened.

We'll say we had some trouble
with the car and got messed up.

I'd rather not involve anybody else
in our troubles.

Jill, Mr. Blenman?

Mr. Spinner, our car broke down and...

- Well, come on in, come on in.
- Thank you.

I declare, Jill. You look like
you been assorting wildcats.

Why, you sure are a mess.

Well, what did you kids do,
try to push it on your hands and knees?

Yeah, just about.
Listen, can we get a cab?

A cab? Well, shucks,
there ain't no sense in that.

I got a whole garage full of automobiles
just sitting out there doing nothing.

I'd invite you to stay
but I got an oilman up from Dallas.

He's kind of an oddball.

Don't like people to know his comings
and goings, you know the type.

Now you kids just stay right here.
I'll have the coup� brought right around.

- Make yourselves at home.
- Thank you.

That's funny. I don't think
I've ever seen Mr. Spinner so...

- Well, I mean...
- Nervous?

Lipstick.

On a cigar?

This doesn't look like any oilman
from Dallas I ever heard of.

Well, I don't think that we ought to be
meddling in Mr. Spinner's affairs.

All set.

Car will be around in front in a minute.

Oh, uh, you have any news
of your brother?

Yeah, I have. I'm afraid it's bad news.

Don't believe I understand.

Oh, well, I'm sorry. I'd rather not say
anything until I talk to the sheriff.

Oh, there's the car now.

Is that where you're going now?
To the sheriff?

Yeah, that's right. Come on.

Now, you two drive careful.

- What are you doing?
- Later.

Drive up a hundred yards.

Then get out, walk on home
and stay off the roads.

- Why?
- Because I think Spinner knows...

...what happened to us.

If he does, he's not about
to let us get away.

He's probably arranged to have us
cut off on the way to town.

Don't worry, Jill.

He's not about to have any trouble
too close to home.

- Are you gonna go back there?
- Just do as I say, there's no time. Go on.

Actually, I could have let them go
to the police.

You know they have no reason
to suspect me.

It is better to be sure.

Nothing will be wrong?

In a couple of minutes, now,
that car should explode and burn.

The police will know it was
not an accident.

Not tonight, they won't.
And tomorrow...

...tomorrow we'll be drinking champagne
with your brother...

...the new prime minister.

That is if your pilot does his job...

...as well in the morning
as I have done up until now.

He has sworn his life to success.
He will not fail.

You are quite efficient.

They should have been far enough away
by now that we couldn't have heard that.

Could be my imagination...

...but it won't hurt anything
to check around outside.

Jill, over here.

Why did you come back here?

When the car...

I thought you might need help.

You might have been killed.

You knew that, didn't you?

I didn't think about it.

- You know how to use one of these?
- I think so.

You don't have to hit anything.
Just keep him busy.

I'll try to make it around the back.
All right.

Jill?

Well, I see Halloween
is a little early this year.

Take it easy.

After all, we're still alive.

I think this tunnel leads
from Spinner's well.

The well was just a camouflage
to hide the entrance.

That guy in the flying suit, I'd say the S-9
was on the other side of that concrete.

What are they doing?

I think they're feeding some sort of gas into
the base area installation on the other side.

- Gas?
- Yeah.

To take care of the Air Force men
standing guard there.

It's probably the same stuff
they installed in my shower.

I see the two of you made it.

I'm sorry to disappoint you.

That's all right, Jill. Think nothing of it.

The guards should be dead by now.

Let's get to work on that wall.

The wall! Get it down!

Our digging will not alert
the installation's warning system.

As you can see, we bypassed
their electrical circuits.

The Air Force won't know that anything
is amiss until our pilots is off and winging...

...H- bomb and all.

Winging to somewhere
in South America, I take it?

That's right.

Some friends of mine are standing ready
to take over down there.

When the government has been
blasted out of existence...

...my friends and I will merely
have to walk in and take over.

While the rest of the world
watches, huh?

How long you think you can
hold on to that power?

Who knows?

However, you are lucky.

It isn't everyone who gets to see the inside
of their tomb before they're buried.

It won't be long now.

All right, now, hold this.

Hold it tight.

Even if we do get free,
what can we do against all of them?

There's a whole company
of Air Force men sitting beside us.

They can help us
if we can just blow the whistle.

What are you doing? Cut me loose.
- When there's time.

All right, now...

...whatever you do, don't scream.

No, I'm all right.

- No, really I am.
- All right.

Hey, lieutenant? Look what I found.

Allow me.

Hey, who are you?

I am the guy what brung her.

- Mr. Solo?
- Yes.

Will I ever see you again?

I mean...

...if I ever went to New York on a visit,
would you...?

I mean, would you
kind of have a date with me?

I promise.

Cocktails and dinner at a fine restaurant.

A Broadway play.

Dancing. Whatever you like.

Oh. Oh.

Napoleon Solo
with his country bumpkin...

...who smells of soap and has never had
anything stronger than apple cider.

What would your sophisticated
lady friends think?

Well, I think that they would be
very envious of you.

Oh. You lie so beautifully.

No. Unfortunately most of my lady friends
have kind of...

...a patch-together look.

Twice a week at the beauty salon.

False hairstyle, false hair color...

...false hair...
- Would you please shut up and kiss me?

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye, Jill.

You should have slapped his face.

But he only kissed me
on the tip of my nose.

Well, I hope he can do better than that...

...when you visit him in New York.