All language subtitles for -The Man from U.N.C.L.E. - S1, E9 - The Project Strigas Affair

And that is why, gentlemen,
my government...

...together with all the other peace-loving
governments throughout the entire world...

...denounce the East and West alike
as hypocrites...

...and imperialistic warmongers.

WOMAN:
No, no, no.

Lower the level of your voice.
It has too much bluster.

If you are to upset
the disarmament conference...

...your tone must be more vital.
And much more threatening.

Ah, your criticism is most useful,
my Lubchek.

[APPLAUSE ON RECORDING]

MAN [ON RECORDING]:
And that is why, gentlemen...

...that my government,
together with all the peace-loving--

Ambassador Laslo Kurasov, gentlemen.

Speaking at the disarmament conference.

A ruthless and dangerous warmonger...

...hiding under the cloak of diplomacy.

One part Molotov,
one part Von Ribbentrop...

...salt with Genghis Khan
and garlic with Machiavelli.

This magazine puts it well:

"Though his nation is only a spit
in the Balkans...

...Kurasov's power is awesome.

An old revolutionary comrade
of his premier...

...the ambassador also speaks
for those who are eager for a war...

...between East and West."

Objective: The premier and his country
pick up the remains.

Then you'll understand
Section One's decision.

It will be your job, Mr. Solo,
along with Mr. Kuryakin here...

...to see that Kurasov is removed
from the international scene.

Permanently?

Yes, but not by any means
that'll make him a cause c�l�bre.

He must be reduced
to complete nonentity.

Absolutely useless to his government
and allied disrupters of world peace.

Do you have any idea
how we might accomplish that, sir?

Oh, I'm sure the two of you are capable
of concocting some diabolical scheme.

[GROANING]

RECEPTIONIST: What is this?
- I must see the ambassador.

RECEPTIONIST: Stop.
This is embassy is foreign soil.

Police are not permitted
without authorization.

Take that up with the State Department.
This man's wounded. He needs medical aid.

RECEPTIONIST:
Wait. Stop, you cannot go up there.

Strigas YL893.

What is the explanation of this?

He got in an argument with another man
just outside the embassy.

The other man pulled a knife,
stabbed him and ran.

Wait. He cannot be moved
without the ambassador's consent.

His pulse is very weak.
We gotta get him to a hospital immediately.

Our government does not wish an incident.
Take him away.

[MAN GRUNTING]

Vladeck, check it.

Uh, check what, Excellency?

"Check what?" You fool.

Find out if Strigas YL893
has any significance.

[SIREN WAILS]

SOLO:
Splendid job, gentlemen.

Thanks, Charlie.

- My compliments to Section Three.
- That's a relief.

Yes, I've got that.

Good. Thank you.

Luxury View Motel. Must be a big job.

I hope so...

...or the Continental Exterminator Company
will be exterminated by its creditors.

MICHAEL:
Patience, Mrs. Donfield, patience.

We'll soon be out of the red,
and into a white cottage in suburbia...

...complete with rose bushes
and a built-in barbeque.

ANNE: And children.
- And a automatic washer and dryer.

- And a built-in oven.
- And children.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

And creditors.

Come in.

- Good morning.
MICHAEL: Well, that depends.

My name is Napoleon Solo.

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

Well, uh, we haven't received your bill.

Well, quite to the contrary.
We are here to eliminate bills.

As a matter of fact,
a very rich uncle just came to life...

...and he's going to take care
of all your debts.

MICHAEL: That's funny.
I don't remember entering any contests.

I know all his relatives. No rich uncles.
I didn't marry him for his money.

You're Mrs. Anne Donfield.
Formerly Miss Anne Cortney.

Graduate of Bennington, 1960.

And you're Mr. Michael Donfield.

Graduated of MIT, 1958,
chemical engineering.

One of the top men in your class.

Mr. Donfield,
I need a man and I need him quickly.

But he must have the right background
and he must be legitimate...

...because a certain party's going
to check him out quite thoroughly.

You suit all of these qualifications to a T.

Most importantly,
you've just made rather a peculiar move...

...and that may very well intrigue
the man who checks you out.

You mean like giving up
a $35,000-a-year job with a large firm...

...for all of this?

I just wanna have a business of my own.

Would--? Would you mind--?

Excuse me, would you mind--?

Would you mind getting out of here
unless you want some pests eliminated?

SOLO: As a matter of fact,
we want to eliminate one large pest.

More importantly,
we want to preserve world peace.

We would like you to accept a position
with a non-existent corporation...

...manufacturing a non-existent product.

ANNE:
What are you doing?

Installing a telephone.

Well, that's very nice of you,
but we already have a telephone.

Not like this one, you don't.

All right. I may be out of shape, but I can
still toss the two of you out of here.

Mr. Donfield,
I am sure you can toss us both out of here.

Perhaps it won't be necessary
after you hear me out.

And if you still feel the same way,
we will leave quietly.

Five minutes.

That's all it will take me
to tell you about...

...Strigas.

Mrs. Donfield, you look beautiful.

Everything is very beautiful.

But I'm not so sure
we're doing the right thing.

Your chauffeured limousine
is waiting for you.

When does it turn into a pumpkin?

I can assure you that it won't.

You're going to be the guests
of the government at an international ball.

Now, one final briefing.

In about one hour,
Ambassador Kurasov and his aides...

...are going to discover that YL893...

...is the code designation
for Michael Donfield.

A man who runs
an unsuccessful pest-control business...

...which is really a front
for Strigas headquarters.

Then later at the party, he will discover
that Michael Donfield is a very bright...

...but cautious young man.

And also
that he has two vulnerable spots.

He adores beautiful women
and he loves strong martinis.

Do you think
you can convince him of that?

Well, I can try.

Now,
just don't overplay your part, darling.

[CHUCKLES]

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Come in.

The man who was taken from the embassy
died in the hospital.

His identity was obliterated
by U.S. Army Intelligence.

And what do our agents report
about Strigas YL893?

YL893 is a Michael Donfield.

He was one of America's
most promising chemical engineers.

Last year, he resigned from a large firm...

...to open a small exterminating company
on Staten Island.

But that company could be a shield
for some other activity.

Strigas.

- You're very clever, Excellency.
- No. You're stupid.

Not one of our agents have ever
encountered the name Strigas...

...either published or in secret file.

So please don't come to me with any more
of your insipid conclusions.

- Yes, sir.
- I might, however...

...suggest that you send one of our agents
to pay a nighttime visit...

...to the Continental Exterminator Company
to see what he can see.

I do it myself, Excellency.

Please, don't. I prefer
you send someone more intelligent.

MAN [ON PHONE]:
This is 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue.

Hot line for Strigas open.

The president
is unavailable at the moment.

Will the secretary of defense do?

[CHATTERING]

The one on the right is Mr. Donfield.

On the left, his wife.

Entertain Mr. Donfield, my dear.

Very well, darling.

KURASOV:
Who is the other one?

Napoleon Solo.

Agent with the U.N.C.L.E.

U.N.C.L.E., huh?

Obviously
assigned to protect Mr. Donfield.

A little too obvious, I think.

Why should a member
of a multinational security organization...

...be assigned
to cover an American project?

Interesting question, Excellency.

Yes. And you might trouble yourself
to find out if our friend has returned...

...from his exploration
with an interesting answer.

Yes, sir.

KURASOV:
Thank you.

Do not drink the champagne.

Merely dip your finger in and taste it.

Do as I say.

[HISSES]

Cyanide.

It will be the first
of many attempts on your life.

I am not naive, sir.

It is possible that you
might have put the poison into that drink.

Perhaps this will help convince you
that I did not.

Colonel Michaelovitch Donyev, huh?

How long have you been assigned to
supervising diplomatic personnel abroad?

Five years.

And you were
with the state secret police much longer.

That is not generally known.

We are indebted to you, Your Excellency,
for ridding the department of deviationists.

KURASOV: You may tell General Kolodin
I do not require watching...

...by the running dogs of a secret police.

I have nothing to do
with General Kolodin.

I am working as personal courier
to the premier.

You may read the microdot
at your convenience.

If you are still doubtful...

...you can see that the message
is in the premier's own handwriting.

- Why did the premier send you?
- The premier wishes you to know...

...as an old and loyal comrade,
that your position is in danger.

Your work disrupting the disarmament
conference was too successful.

You are being spoken of as next in line.

Those who have ambitions
for the succession...

...are working for your elimination.

Kolodin.

Eventually either he or I will succeed
to the first secretariat.

ILLYA [AS DONYEV]: Unless you can
achieve a personal, political coup.

Then your position would become
so impregnable...

...no one would dare
to denounce you publicly.

MICHAEL:
Never tired, Mrs. Kurasov.

You're the most beautiful woman
I have ever met.

Oops, I'm terribly sorry.

[ALL LAUGHING]

Ooh, what do we got here? Look at this.

I have a poem for you.

If it be true that I do think

There are five good reasons
Why we should drink.

Good wine

A friend

Or being dry
Or lest we should be, by and by.

Mmm.

Or any other reason why.

[MICHAEL CHUCKLING]

Excuse me, Madame Kurasov.
Darling, don't you think you've had enough?

- We really should be leaving.
- Pardon me, madam, I'm a married man.

I've had just about all I can stand.

Will you see that he gets home.
I'm taking a cab.

SOLO: Yes. If you wish.
- Wait, honey--

Come right along here now.

- Excuse me.
MICHAEL: Pardon me, I'm terribly sorry.

VLADECK: Is there some trouble?
- Yes, my friend is overtrained--

Calvin Coolidge, how are you?

Cal, baby, you wanna taste mine?

I think you've had enough for tonight,
Mr. Donfield.

- Let me see you home.
- That's democratic spirit.

Democratic spirit. Bless you all.

- Bless you and you and you--
SOLO: That's right. You're right about that.

[MICHAEL GIGGLES]

Have you ever heard the word "Strigas"?

Yeah.
General Kolodin discounts its importance.

But it could be the answer
to the premier's message.

ILLYA:
There is to be no answer.

The message is to be destroyed
after reading.

Trust no one.

Well, what did you find out?

Our agent has inspected the
Continental Exterminating Company.

Yes, I know he's inspected it,
but did he find anything suspicious?

A secret phone.

The direct line to the
president of the United States.

I never should've let him out of my sight.
I should have known better.

It was just awful. Honey,
you have-- You have no id--

What's our next move?

I know how you feel, Anne.

Ugh, do you really, Mr. Solo?

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Kurasov insisted
I spend the night at the embassy.

SOLO:
How did your part go?

Fine.

The more I counseled caution,
the more intrigued he became.

He is now concerned that his enemy,
General Kolodin...

...is secretly trying to get Strigas
in order to enhance his own position.

Sounds good.

There's one possible danger.

That aide, Vladeck.

He's very jealous of his position.

He suspects
that I may be trying to replace him.

[ILLYA SCOFFS THEN PHONE RINGING]

- Hello?
VLADECK [OVER PHONE]: Mr. Donfield?

- Yes.
- Last evening, while you were dancing...

...with Madame Kur-- With a certain lady.

You indicated some interest
in selling your, uh, business.

Might we arrange for you
to meet with a prospective purchaser?

SOLO [WHISPERS]:
When?

- When?
VLADECK: Monday, 3 p.m.

That busy orange-colored hot-dog stand
off Second Avenue.

If you will hold two hot dogs,
as though one were for a friend--

I have a problem,
I'm under complete surveillance...

...every time I leave the hotel.

If you'll walk past the newsstand...

...further down that street,
say at 2:50 p.m...

... your problem will be given
special attention.

Why a busy hot-dog stand?

Initial contacts are always better in public.
It's safer.

Everything must be complicated,
nothing too easy.

Either for them or us. Otherwise,
Kurasov might become suspicious.

What about the newsstand?

Well, uh, that's where they take me out.

Isn't it ridiculous
to walk straight into a trap?

I mean, you could get killed.

That's possible,
but in broad daylight on a busy street...

...it's more likely I'll get strong-armed
by some plug-ugly.

[BABY CRYING]

MICHAEL:
Oh, allow me.

Thank you, but I'm--

Oh! Oh, I'm terribly sorry.

- Please forgive me.
MICHAEL: That's quite all right.

Oh, dear.

What's wrong?

I think I just had my 11:00 feeding.

Taxi.

[MICHAEL GROANS]

The lovely little nursemaid over there.
Either she confused us...

...or she's a bad shot
with the tranquilizing fluid.

I'll have to take a chance on the
appointment myself. Take him to the hotel.

- What happened?
SOLO: Uh....

He's a nice guy.
He's got a little drinking problem.

CROWD [IN UNISON]:
Oh.

[BABY CRYING]

He just had to be burped.

Is one of those a spare?

No. It's, uh, for a friend.

Heh, I'm friendly, Mr. Donfield.

By the way, uh, I'm Mr. Smith.

Would you like to take me for a walk
and see my credentials?

Yes. Uh, I'd like that very much.

[CHUCKLES]

Your credentials are very much in order.

And you're also very pretty, Mr. Smith.

But you don't strike me
as the kind of person...

...who goes around buying
a broken-down pest-exterminator business.

Heh, heh. Killing pests
is one of my hobbies.

And your business interests me.

Tell me, Mr. Donfield.

What formula do you use
for your pesticide?

Well, it's kind of a secret.

Besides, I don't really think
your friend could afford it.

Is it Strigas?

Well, uh, could be.

How much is he willing to pay
to find out?

Oh, uh, that all depends
on what Strigas is.

Well, it's something developed
by the Pentagon...

...and one of the largest industrial
corporations in the country.

A hundred thousand dollars?

Ridiculous. I'd say two million
would be more to my taste.

Out of the question.

Not for someone who realizes the penalty
for selling military secrets is death.

I, uh....

I might be able to arrange
for half that amount...

...if I could tell my friend
exactly what Strigas is.

It's an invisible substance
manufactured underground...

...with an impenetrable security complex.

That's for free.

You wanna find out anything else,
it'll cost you $100,000 in advance.

Now...

...if you'll be at this address
between 1 and 2...

...with this torn cereal-box top,
there will be someone with the other half.

And he will continue the negotiations.

SOLO:
Thank you.

Goodbye, Mr. Donfield.

Mr. Smith.

MICHAEL:
My head.

A lot more will happen
before they're through.

SOLO: And we're getting near.
Every step brings us closer.

The next move
may bring him into the net.

ANNE: What am I to do
while he keeps this appointment?

Pray that Mr. Smith doesn't realize
that she did business with the wrong man.

The others would recognize Napoleon,
so he can't continue with the deception.

SOLO:
All right. It's 12:30, Mike. Here.

MICHAEL:
Honey.

- Goodbye.
ANNE: Mike, please be careful.

Oh, I will.

- Mr. Donfield?
MICHAEL: Yes.

My name is Linkwood, sir.
At your service.

MICHAEL: How do you do?
- This way, please.

My secretary tells me...

...you'd be interested in taking out a
group policy on the employees of your firm.

For the Continental
Exterminating Company.

Sit down, please.

All right.

Now, if you'll, uh, just bear with me
while I fill out these forms.

How many employees did you say
were in your firm, Mr. Donfield?

MICHAEL:
Two.

Did you say two, sir?

My wife and I.

Your wife and you.

I see.

Mr. Donfield.

I'm afraid you're in the wrong department.

Group policies are handled here.

Family-insurance plans on the next floor.

Well, if it's...

...references you want....

References?

A box top from a cereal carton?

Well, it isn't any good
without the other half.

I mean, if you want
the free stuffed teddy bear.

[BOTH CHUCKLE]

You know what I mean?

You don't know what I mean? Do you?

Well....

May I?

[SIGHS]

Now, what about Strigas?

What about it?

Your down payment.
One hundred thousand dollars.

What is Strigas?

It's a chemical formula
that will revolutionize modern warfare...

[OVER SPEAKER]
2
...even more than Einstein's E=mc.

Well, Mike, how nice to see you.

SOLO:
Well, Mr. Smith, I'm delighted to see you.

What are you doing?
Just passing by here or what?

No, I was in the neighborhood...

...and thought I'd investigate
some insurance possibilities.

Continue, Donfield.

That's all for now.

Mr. Donfield.

You have passed the point of no return.

You've been photographed and recorded
selling out your country.

I see.

I'll need all your data immediately.

Directives, locations,
production costs, formula.

I'll need time.

You have until tomorrow night
at 10 p.m.

SOLO:
Let's get down to it, shall we?

If we can't complete the transaction
by the next contact...

...forget it.

Patience, darling.

I'm sure the doctor will give you your
final examination at your next appointment.

[SMITH CHUCKLES]

[SIGHS]

[LINKWOOD HUMMING]

I've just met him outside.
I think he's ready.

Yes.

I think it's time for our friend
to conclude the negotiation.

- I don't like it.
- Oh, come, come.

You are not at home, always in tune with
the gentle nuances of plot and counterplot.

The sly schemes of ambitious friends.
You know even better than I...

...the importance of securing all possible
information about Strigas.

How can you be sure that Donfield
won't take the money...

...and in return give you the formula
for floor wax...

...or some other ridiculous
capitalistic product?

In the field of diplomacy, Excellency,
you are without equal.

But when it comes to direct espionage...

...you would be wiser to leave events
to professionals such as myself.

Thank you.

But this is to be my own personal coup.

- So?
- Linkwood just phoned.

Mr. Donfield has arrived at the apartment.

- I have a car waiting at the entrance.
- Good.

At least let me come with you.
I can examine the documents.

I have a great deal of experience
in these matters.

That might be very wise.

All right,
come along, but only as an observer.

But, Excellency, as your aide
it should be my place to go with you.

As my aide,
you would do best by staying out of sight.

Now, you remain here until we return.

Code room, this is Vladeck here.

Have you not yet
broken the premier's response...

...to my request for information
on Colonel Michaelovitch Donyev?

Here's to a good year, Mr. Donfield.

MICHAEL: No, thank you.
- Ha, ha, ha.

You needn't be afraid, it isn't drugged.

Are you sure that you slipped out
without Mr. Solo's knowledge?

I slipped Mr. Solo
a sedative in his coffee at dinner.

Good.

[DOORBELL RINGS]

- All is in readiness, Excellency.
KURASOV: I'll handle it from here.

- Good evening, Mr. Donfield.
MICHAEL: Is that my money?

- Is that my information?
MICHAEL: Maybe.

KURASOV:
May I see?

You may have an hors d'oeuvre.

A photostat of the original letter
sent to the president...

...urging immediate development
of Strigas.

And now, just what is Strigas?

It stands for "strike gas."

And its function?

To provide the White House
with the answer to the strategy of overkill.

The White House now has that answer?

In the form of a harmless chemical...

...capable of putting entire rural
and urban populations to sleep.

The advantages are obvious.

When the effects wear off, the invaded
nation is conquered but physically intact.

Well,
I have heard of American nerve gas...

...where one drop will kill but--
But this....

Let me see what you have.

What trick is this?

Telephone books.

Old newspapers.

A lot of junk.

What have you got in your briefcase?
Cigar-store coupons?

You are a very cautious man,
Mr. Donfield.

All right, here you are.

[MICHAEL WHISTLES]

The balance of your million dollars.

So?

MICHAEL:
So....

ILLYA [AS DONYEV]:
This map?

MICHAEL: Red circles indicate
the underground locations...

...of the plants in Alaska...

...already manufacturing Strigas
in mass quantities.

The blue circles indicate the ICBMs...

...and the Strategic Air Force bombers
allocated for delivery.

Those are the primary targets.

Methods of assembly,
analysis, production.

And what is this?

The formula for Strigas.

Well?

ILLYA: It appears to be correct.
- Appears.

This paper represents my promotion...

...to the position of first deputy premier.

Mr. Donfield...

...take your money. You deserve it.

- Mr. Linkwood, how about having a drink.
- Of course, Your Excellency.

KURASOV:
Would you like to join us for a drink?

No, thank you. I don't drink.

VLADECK:
Move back, please.

And what do you think you're doing,
you fool?

I sent a cable to the premier.
In your name, Excellency...

...requesting verification of the courier
he was to have sent. Here is his reply.

KURASOV:
He says he has sent no one.

The premier does not dare
to confirm the secret.

He dares. My cablegram
stressed the dangers to us all.

Then who are these two men?

Indeed, who?

Who were you two working for?

The CIA?

The French Deuxi�me Bureau?

The British Fourth Section?

Colonel Donyev, or whoever you are.

You will return with us to the embassy.

And I assure you, before the sun rises,
both of you will tell me everything.

I will tell you nothing.

We all know the price of failure,
gentlemen.

[GAGGING]

The scent of bitter almonds.

Cyanide.

KURASOV: Are you planning
to use the same route of escape?

In that case...

...I will give you exactly one hour
to dispose of your companion.

If Mr. Linkwood returns to this apartment
and still finds his body here...

...we will see to it that the police
have definite proof that you killed him.

Goodbye.

Get the money, you fool.

Illya.

Illya.

- Illya, you didn't really--
- No, I didn't really.

But when Mr. Waverly finds out
what happened, I'll wish I had.

Well...

[SIGHS]

...there goes the ballgame.

MICHAEL:
I'm sorry.

I thought we had him.

He almost swallowed the hook.

Almost.

A word that sticks edgewise
in the throat to strangle one.

Still...

...it was a lovely scheme.

Yes, it's too lovely to blow at this stage.
There must be some way to recoup.

Do you have any ideas, Illya?

How can I have ideas? I'm dead.

- You almost had me believing it there.
- That's right.

That is right.

You are dead, mm-hm.

But who sent you?

What are you talking about?

Shh. He has an idea.

It's terribly important
that Ambassador Kurasov...

...know who you work for,
my dear Colonel Michaelovitch Donyev.

Open Channel D.

[RADIO BEEPS]

Alert Section Four,
Photography and Documents...

...for an emergency operation.
I'll be there in 15 minutes.

MICHAEL:
What can we do now?

SOLO: You and I are going to have
some special pictures taken.

Illya, I want you to stay
and wait for Mr. Linkwood.

And then bring him home,
alive and unmarked.

Must you qualify your requests?

[SIGHS]

Oh, no, no.

I thought you'd be gone.

But where would I go?

[STAMMERING]

You're dead.

Well, in which case,
this should not hurt you at all.

[LINKWOOD GRUNTS]

WAVERLY:
Well, I'm sorry about the rough stuff.

But believe me, Mr. Kuryakin
was handling you almost tenderly...

...in comparison
with what he plans to do to you.

However...

...I might persuade him
to allow you to go on living.

Provided you tell us a few odds and ends
about Mr. Kurasov...

...about your intelligence apparatus.

No?

It's a pity.

We'd have been happier with you
if you'd volunteered the information.

As it is, when we get the information
from you without your cooperation...

...I might not be able to help you.

You know, it's criminal the way truth drugs
in a cigarette destroys smoking pleasure.

In 15 seconds you're going to tell us
everything we want.

That's how long
before the drug takes effect.

Afterwards, we'll toss you back to Illya.

No, no, that won't be necessary.
I'll tell you.

Kurasov has very little to do
with the espionage apparatus.

SOLO: Yes.
- He's primarily a diplomatic.

SOLO: I see.
- Mr. Smith is the chief of, uh, my unit.

She sends reports directly back
to General Kolodin...

...through the diplomatic pouches.
And that's where Kurasov comes in.

It must be more than 15 seconds.

I don't feel any change.

Why should you?

You know, some people find
Turkish cigarettes very strong...

...but actually you can get to, uh,
like them quite quickly.

All right.

You can do what you want to me.

I'm not going to tell you any more.

I doubt that.

We've done for you
as you did for Donfield.

These tapes and this film
could find their way to General Kolodin.

I understand he disposes
of his mistakes by garrote.

You're our animal now.

What do you want?

There's just one small errand
we'd like you to perform.

What's that?

You will go to the embassy
and awaken Ambassador Kurasov.

And then you will say to him:

"When I return...."

And when I returned...

...the body was still on the floor.

Donfield had apparently bolted,
leaving things as they were.

But before I could set in motion
the steps to implicate him for murder...

...I received an urgent message
from our Z Section.

Colonel Michaelovitch Donyev...

...it seems, is one of our people.

What are you saying? Vladeck has
the communication from the premier.

The premier didn't send the colonel.

General Kolodin sent him secretly.

General Kolodin wanted Strigas
for himself.

I do not believe it.
Now, what proof do you have of this?

[STAMMERS]

I felt as you, Excellency.

And that's why I went to Donyev's place.
I tore it apart.

And I found this suitcase there.

It has a false bottom here inside.

You can see here.

- What is it, Laslo?
LINKWOOD: Colonel--

Colonel Donyev had been trailing, uh...

...Donfield and Mr. Solo for weeks.

He took these photographs
with a telephoto lens.

Here you can see he caught them
entering the White House for conferences.

Now, these tape recordings.

They are conversations
from the White House to Donfield.

The colonel discovered a direct line
and tapped it.

- What is all the excitement about?
KURASOV: Shh!

VLADECK: But, Excellency,
why should Colonel Donyev kill himself?

It is all your fault.
Don't you know that even now?

He failed Kolodin.

We had exposed them.

It was all to be my coup.

If he had talked, I would have destroyed
Kolodin after my promotion.

I had it all in my hands,
and I threw it away.

- Really, what have you thrown--?
- Will you stop talking?

I'm afraid, Excellency,
you have thrown away all our lives.

When General Kolodin
discovers that we destroyed his agent...

...that we let Strigas
slip through our hands...

...he'll turn us to the central committee.

- You know his mind.
- Oh, yes.

And he will claim
that we violated his area of authority.

That we bungled his operation.

That we destroyed his apparatus.

And then he will have us killed.

Unless....

Unless, Excellency?

Unless, I send home Strigas.

- Running away?
MICHAEL: Of course I'm running away.

ANNE: Will you get out of here?
MICHAEL: What do you think I'd be doing?

ANNE: Why couldn't you leave him alone?
- So you've told her.

I only meant to enrich your husband,
my dear. Really, this is not necessary.

MICHAEL:
What am I gonna do? Hang around here?

You boys are cute.
You kill each other. You pin it on me.

You get up evidence against me
for immorality and treason and murder.

And what else? Oh, you do a great job.

Ha, this is all a great misunderstanding
that can be very easily cleaned up.

Well, no, thank you.
You've done enough for me already.

- I'm getting out while I have the chance.
- Now, we will get rid of the colonel's body.

That will eliminate the murder charge.

And then, when you and I
have completed our little arrangement...

...you will be wealthy again.

And you can still retain your position
of trust.

Mike, you can't believe anything he says.

Madam, I assure you, I want no trouble,
no more than you do.

Now, where are those documents?

So now you believe me? Now?

Now you wanna buy in again?

Why?

- Why need not concern you.
ANNE: Mike.

KURASOV: There is an airplane leaving
within one hour for my nation.

Those papers of yours must be aboard.

Close our deal now or I will kill you both.

The papers are where they were.

Are these the papers?

They're all here.

Within 24 hours, I shall be the hero
who secured Strigas for the secretariat.

General Kolodin will be dead.

You, my dear friend, I will reward later.

I ask nothing, Your Excellency.

Let all the credit be yours.

Mr. Donfield, I'm going to keep your coat.

Why don't you buy yourself another one?

You can afford it.

[BOTH CHUCKLING]

[MICHAEL CHEERS]

I'll watch from up close now.

You two were wonderful.
It's a very professional act.

The fish has bitten?

SOLO: And been reeled in.
Now to put him in the frying pan.

Our pilot is waiting.

What are you gonna do
with all that money?

Uh, deposit it.
You see, before we started this...

...we arranged for a safety-deposit box
in a Swiss bank.

Now, although the box is not in
Ambassador Kurasov's name...

...we've managed
to have information leaked...

...makes it appear as though
it is Kurasov's own box.

The general's agents
have been watching it.

Now, into that box goes
this million dollars.

General Kolodin has the serial numbers
of all the monies issued.

Including the numbers of these notes.

Why, that's absolutely diabolical.

We try.

- Would you help me, Laslo, darling?
- Of course, my dear.

And may I tell you how lovely you look.

Why, thank you, dear.

You know, you seem very pleased
with yourself these days.

- Are you anticipating something?
- Yes, as a matter of fact, I am.

- Perhaps a little surprise.
- Surprise?

Something on the order of our returning
home as first secretary, perhaps?

Laslo, have you heard something?

And since when do you enter
without knocking?

A thousand pardons, Excellency.

But I had some news that could not wait.

A dispatch from home.

KURASOV: We're to return, yes?
- Yes.

You are to return.

On the very next plane.

You see, my darling?

Tell me.

Was there something else?

Something about an advancement?

Oh, yes. I have been advanced
to take your position.

I am now the ambassador.

Yes. We will see about that
when I get home.

VLADECK: When you return home,
you will be very busy...

...explaining to the secretariat
why you sent them the formula...

...for American floor wax.

What is he talking about?

But it can't be.

I sent them the plans for Strigas.

They know nothing of Strigas.

They believe it doesn't exist.

You sent them floor wax.

Now, wait a minute.

There is some mistake.
An honest mistake.

I was only doing my duty.

Your duty?

Well,
General Kolodin has a few questions.

Something about a million dollars
of our government's money...

...discovered in your safety-deposit box
in Switzerland.

What are you talking about?

The general will explain it all to you
upon your arrival.

I believe you know
these two gentlemen...

...from our Z Section.

They will take you to the airport
and accompany you on your trip.

And now....

Get out of here, you fool.

SOLO:
Goodbye.

Have a good flight.

Wear a warm coat.

I'd give you a pill,
but it failed to work with me, you see.

[MUTTERING IN EASTERN
EUROPEAN LANGUAGE]

Well, what's the next case?

Uh, heh, I'm the next case.

[ENGLISH SDH]