All language subtitles for The Man From U.N.C.L.E. S03E08 The Candidates Wife Affair

Goodbye, darling.

Just one more, Mrs. Bryant.

- Does your husband know?
- Certainly not, Mr. Solo.

Besides, who's going to try to
kidnap me with you at my side? Get in.

As the wife of the leading
presidential candidate...

I could give you a list
from here to Mendocino.

Good morning. I'm sorry I'm late,
but I had to pack for the senator.

Why, certainly, Mrs. Bryant.

Monsieur François is in
Booth 10 waiting for you.

Thank you.

Uh, gentlemen are not allowed
beyond these portals, sir.

Well, I'm no
gentleman. I'm the press.

And taking pictures
of Mrs. Bryant?

"A Day in the Life of a
Candidate's Wife," you know.

Mm-hm.

Monsieur François?

Uh, there is a press photographer
here who came in with Mrs. Bryant.

A Mister, uh...?

Uh, Solo. Napoleon Solo.

Solo.

Taking pictures for a
story on Mrs. Bryant.

Thank you.

It will be quite
all right, Mr. Solo.

Only, in order not to make our
other customers self-conscious...

do you mind?

Now, let's see if
this is your size.

- Mm-hm.
- Hmm.

Good morning,
madam. I am Etienne.

Isn't François taking
care of me this morning?

He will be in presently, madam.

- Mm!
- Too warm, madam?

Mm-hm.

But it is good for you. - Oh.

It cleanses the pores.

But it's so hot.

Oh.

Are the towels too hot, madam?

No, they're wonderful.

In fact, I feel like a
different woman already.

Exactly what we're
trying to achieve, madam.

To make you into a new woman.

Good afternoon.

Mr. Solo.

It's exactly three hours,
eight and a half minutes...

since you've
contacted this office.

So long? Well, I'm sorry, sir.

Time passes so quickly when
you're in pleasant company.

Such a charming
woman, Mrs. Bryant.

Exactly.

And you were assigned, Mr. Solo,
to protect her from being kidnapped.

Yes, I can assure you,
she's in the best of health.

After her beauty
appointment, we had cocktails.

I dropped her off at her
hotel. Delightful morning.

Well, the trouble, Mr. Solo, is that
however delightful the lady may be...

she is not Mrs. Bryant.

Say what?

You are looking at an
audiogram, Napoleon.

An exact electronic replica of Mrs.
Bryant's voice, taken from our files.

In an effort to find you,
we just telephoned...

and spoke to the woman
calling herself Mrs. Bryant.

This is that audiogram
taken 10 minutes ago.

You notice anything?

Well, they're not very
much alike, are they?

They're not in the least alike.

Mrs. Bryant has been kidnapped
and is now somewhere in the city...

in the hands of
Thrush, thanks to you.

That's impossible. I mean,
there must be some error.

I never left her side for more
than a minute all morning.

Well, a minute's quite enough.
Even 30 seconds, for that matter.

No, I still don't believe it.

See for yourself.

I'm afraid this time, Napoleon,
they've put one over on you.

Well, where could
they have done it?

I was photographing her all
morning, I didn't leave her side except...

once I...

Well, to put on a little
smock at the beauty parlor.

You must have looked divine.

Well, that must have been it.

Mr. Kuryakin, they don't
know you there as yet.

Check out the place
and the personnel.

Senator Bryant is leaving
for Washington in 45 minutes.

I suggest you get to him
on the double, Mr. Solo.

Does he know?

That's why I want you to hurry.

Well, what could
I say to him, uh...?

Well, I don't know
the exact words...

but I think, surely, the senator
has a right to know that the woman...

who's kissing him
goodbye is not his wife.

Oh...

Yes, sir.

Where am I?

My dear Mrs.
Bryant, no harm will...

What are you doing with me?

Nothing to be alarmed
about, my dear lady.

My husband, where's my husband?

At the moment, enjoying the company
of a very charming young lady...

who has the good taste to be an
exact duplicate of yourself, Mrs. Bryant.

A duplicate of me?

A remarkable one.

You see, we've been able
to condition the young lady...

so that she not only
looks like Miranda Bryant...

but is completely briefed
in every nuance of your life.

Or at least as many nuances as
she'll require for the next 48 hours.

And then we'll be
able to send you back...

suitably conditioned to
obey our slightest command.

You monster.

Prepare the anesthetic, please.

Great. We've got New
Jersey locked up now.

We should get a few
more from upstate, huh?

Go talk to the man. Nicely.

Fairbanks, Senator
Bryant? I've got to see him.

You and 200 others.

He's on his way to the airport.

Got an appointment in Washington
to see the president in four hours.

He's left?

Well, almost. He's in there
saying goodbye to his wife.

I, uh... I wouldn't if I
were you, young man.

After all, they're still
practically newlyweds.

I must see him before he
leaves. It's absolutely top priority.

- It's personal and urgent.
- Hmm.

- You're one of Waverly's men, huh?
- That's right.

Excuse me. Excuse me, please.

Excuse me, girls.
Excuse me, please.

It's all right, Joseph.

Oh, excuse me.

Mr. Solo, demon photographer is
one thing, peeping Tom quite another.

Mr. Solo was my escort
this morning, darling.

Oh, yes. Hello, Mr. Solo.

Uh, hello, senator.
I... I must speak to you.

It's rather urgent.

Well, go ahead.

Well, it's also
confidential. Uh...

Mr. Fairbanks had
better stay, but, uh...

I have no secrets
from my wife, Mr. Solo.

It's all right, darling,
I'll wait for you outside.

Great girl. Always understands.

Are you married, Mr. Solo?

Uh, no, I'm not.

Nothing like it, believe me.

I do, uh, senator.

- Don't forget Charlie, huh?
- Charlie. Say, that's a good idea.

- Read about him.
- Senator, senator, uh...

Uh, Mr. Solo, I have about three
minutes. Now, what's on your mind?

All right, uh, believe me,
what I am going to say now...

will not make a
great deal of sense...

but, uh, the woman that
you were just kissing...?

She's not your wife.

What?

I... I don't believe
I read you, sir.

I... I know she looks like your wife,
senator, and she acts like your wife...

and she sounds like your
wife, but she's not your wife.

And no one wishes she were
more than I do. It's just that, uh...

I know she's a very
reasonable facsimile.

Very, but...

she is not genuine box top.

Do you know what he's talking
about? Am I crazy or is he crazy?

I don't know. He is one
of Waverly's men, but...

Now, my wife is not my wife?

Uh, no, she isn't. The real
Mrs. Bryant has been kidnapped.

Mr. Solo, are you trying to tell
me that I don't know my own wife?

- Well, let's find out.
- Uh, senator, believe me.

Uh, someone has gone to a great deal
of trouble to make us think otherwise.

The real Mrs. Bryant
has been kidnapped.

Now, uh, if you reveal
that we're on to them now...

I don't know what might happen
to her, the real Mrs. Bryant.

All right, Arnold, call
the FBI, call the CIA.

No, you mustn't,
for the same reason.

He's right, senator.

Let's just... Let's just
wait a minute now.

I'm as taken aback
by this thing as you are.

I don't know that I believe
it, but whatever we do...

we've got to move carefully.

There are 5000 people waiting
out there to nominate you...

as their candidate for
president the end of the week.

Any kind of scandal
could tip this whole thing.

Arnold, we're not
talking politics now.

We're talking about my
wife, do you understand?

My wife and her safety.

If what this man says is
true, even partially true...

Excuse me, gentlemen.
Your car's ready, darling.

It's impossible.

You mean that she isn't my wife?

I'm afraid she isn't, senator.

What do you want me to do?
- Go to Washington.

Just as if nothing has happened.

When you come back, we
will have found Mrs. Bryant.

All right.

But if you're wrong about any of
this, if anything happens to my wife...

I'll not only have your job or any
job you ever hope to have, Mr. Solo...

but I'll take on U.N.C.L.E.

- And when I'm finished...
- Yes.

I understand, senator.

Good.

You take good care of
her, Mr. Solo. Stay close.

Every minute.

And, darling, you're not to
take that kidnap threat seriously.

I'm sure it's just
one of those cranks.

Well, you never
know about cranks.

You'll call me tonight?

As soon as I can.

Whatever the
hour, I'll be awake.

Let's go.

Where are we going?

Just for a ride.

Don't you like the view?

Mr. Solo, watching
over me is one thing.

Treating me like I'm a
prisoner is quite another.

Why don't you stop pretending?

What don't I what?

Why don't you stop your
very clever impersonation...

of Mrs. Bryant?

My what?

Mr. Solo.

We'll solve the puzzle
in a minute or two.

Take this, will you?

Take what?

It's concentrated truth
serum in tablet form.

Now, I would rather that you would tell
us everything of your own volition, but...

Of my...?

Driver, stop this
car and let me out.

I'm sorry, madam, that's
quite impossible in this traffic.

Mr. Solo, have you taken
leave of your senses?

Stop this car and let me out.

No, not until you tell
me who's behind you...

what they've done with the
senator's wife, and where she is.

You've gone mad.
You're absolutely mad.

I would rather you would cooperate
of your own will, but if you won't.

You'd better take
the pill, madam...

or Napoleon will be forced to hold
your nose and make you take it.

He wouldn't dare.

Is that right?

Eight, seven, six, five,
four, three, two, one.

Blast off.

What's your name?

Miranda Bryant.

No, no, that's not right. Before I
was married, it was Miranda Field.

In school, they called me Butch,
my mother called me Blinkums...

and my husband
calls me sweetie pie.

Hmm, that's odd. It's never
worked like that before.

Maybe her blood has
a high resistance factor.

Give her another pill.

Oh. Here.

Thank you.

There was a girl in Honduras.

I had to give her three pills
before she'd tell her right age.

Is that right?

Seven, six, five, four,
three, two, one, blast off.

Once more, what's your name?

Miranda Bryant.

Before I was married,
it was Miranda Field.

When I was in school,
they called me Butch.

- My mother called me...
- All right, that's enough.

- Butch I know about.
- You better try another tack.

Where did you first meet
the senator, madam?

I met him in Arnold
Fairbanks' office.

I was working as a volunteer
on his last campaign.

Do you love your husband?

Madly.

Why are you yawning then?

Does the idea of your
husband bore you?

Oh, no, no, no. My
husband's the most marvel...

Excuse me.

He's the most marvelous
man in the world.

I beg your pardon, but all
of a sudden, I'm very sleepy.

- Wonderful.
- Sleepy? Now?

She can't be. She's
not supposed to be.

- No, no.
- Wake her up.

Wake up. Wake up. Don't do that.

- You know something? You're very nice.
- Stay awake.

- Come on now.
- You're very nice.

I think I could rather like you.

- Don't. Stop that now. Sit up.
- This is soft.

- Keep your eyes open.
- Napoleon, really.

Don't you ever turn it off?

Well, it's not my fault.

When you've got
it, you've got it.

I've got it.

Miranda?

Ethel?

Jean?

Pat?

Eunice?

Miss Doe?

Strange.

Yes?

It is I.

How's the sleeping beauty?

Well, still sleeping.

It's been three hours now.

You Prince
Charmings are all alike.

I've always told you that one day,
your devastating charm would backfire.

Well, there's a first time for everything.
What did you dig up at François?

Nothing so far.

I blew all the circuits and flushed
the old dears in hair curlers...

into the street, but I
couldn't find anything.

Are you sure that's where
the switch took place?

If it did happen, it couldn't
have been anywhere else.

What do you mean, "If it did
happen"? You having doubts?

You heard her this afternoon.
She never fumbled an answer once.

Well, she could have been programmed
into believing she's Miranda Bryant.

That might be.

Tell you what, I'll have
another go at Madame X here.

You take another crack at
the beauty salon, all right?

All right, but it will have
to be after the shop closes.

Hey, that's breaking
and entering.

That's what you do best.

- What did you say?
- I said, "That's what you do best."

Come on, up. Get up.
Get up. IRINA: Mm. Unh.

Come on, walk. - Unh, unh.

Walk, come on. Walk,
walk, walk. Walk, walk, walk.

- Good. Get on your feet.
Come on, walk. IRINA: Unh.

Now, all right now, hold on. I
want you to drink some coffee.

Hold on. Hold on now.

Oh!

All right, now
drink some of this.

- Here. Come on, drink, drink, drink.
- No, I don't want any coffee.

Drink, drink, drink
up. Drink some of this.

I don't like coffee.

Drink it.

- That's good, all right.
- Ugh.

Now, walk around. You
slept too long as it is.

Come on now, walk.

- Don't make me drag you. Walk around.
- I don't wanna. Stop. Ha-ha-ha.

- There's nothing funny.
Come on, now. IRINA: Ha-ha-ha!

Up. Drink some more coffee.

- I don't want any more coffee.
- Get up, get up, get up.

Here, drink some more. Good, good.
Good coffee. Warm, good. Mm, yeah.

- Like that? Now we take another walk.
- I don't like it.

- I don't like this. I want to sleep.
- You slept too long. Walk again.

You walk. Good? All
right. IRINA: Okay, I walk.

Oh! Unh. Come on. - Ha-ha-ha!

Up!

Ooh! Those lights are so bright.
Would you shut the light off, please?

- Light?
- Yes.

Unh. All right.

Come on, now.

Get up. Come on, up, up.

- I don't want to. No.
- Go in the bathroom, wash your face.

Come on, walk.
You've gotta walk.

- Come on, walk. Walk, walk.
- I have to walk. I lost my shoe.

- Walk.
- I lost...

Thank you.

Where did you learn judo?

What?

That was the greatest
demonstration.

Who taught you?

- Taught me what?
- Judo.

Well, I...

I saw you...

- Well, he was after you, and I just...
- Don't apologize. You did the right thing.

- He was gonna kill you.
- Ha, ha. He was indeed.

Why?

I'm not sure I know
the answer anymore.

My dear, I don't know who
you are or what you are...

but, uh, anyone who saves
my life the way you did...

Whatever happens, I want
you to know that I'm on your side.

But I thought you always were.

She'll be regaining
consciousness any moment, I think.

- The anesthetic is wearing off nicely.
- Good.

Someone's upstairs.

It's that man who was here this
afternoon when the power blew out.

Is it, now?

How very interesting.

Etienne. But be gentle.

We may have some use for him.

U.N.C.L.E.'s adventures
in Wonderland.

Except in this version, young
man, you are the White Rabbit.

Or should I say, "You're
our new guinea pig"?

"O frabjous day!
Callooh! Callay!"

Just when things
were getting dull too.

Delaware's okay...

but I'm having a little trouble
with the Oregon delegation.

- What's the matter with them?
- That's the problem. I can't find them.

They're all out having
dinner in Chinatown.

Have some of the
boys round them up.

Enough people hanging
around here with nothing to do.

Mr. Fairbanks...

do your know how many
restaurants there are in Chinatown?

Have one of the boys
count them as they go.

The information will come in
handy during a primary someday.

You're very silent.

Hmm?

You look like the little girl who's just
about to have her knuckles rapped...

by the headmistress of...

What was that
academy you went to?

- Marbury.
- Mm-hm.

Mr. Solo, must you
always ask questions?

Well, it's a
professional liability.

You'll get used to it.

That's what I'm afraid of.

What's the matter?

You, and everything
that's happened.

I don't know why.

Saving a gentleman's life is generally
considered a meritorious action.

If word leaks out, you may become
Brownie to an Eagle Scout overnight.

But word mustn't leak out about
anything that's happened today.

I love my husband, I
do. Very, very much.

That's why I can't understand
why when I'm with you, it makes...

I'm really very confused.

Not half as confused as I am.

Mrs. Bryant, what
a pleasant surprise.

Get Mrs. Bryant a cup of
coffee and a place to sit down.

- I've gotta see Fairbanks.
- He's inside.

- Thank you.
- Be my pleasure, Mrs. Bryant.

Right over here.

Plenty more room
on the bandwagon.

Right.

What are you doing back
here? Something happened?

Something's happened. Among other
things, I got a call from the senator.

- Bryant?
- Yes, Bryant.

He's been trying to
reach you all over town.

He wants you to meet
him at the airport tonight.

- Tonight? Ha, ha. You mean tomorrow.
- No, he's flying back tonight.

No, he can't.

He can't come back tonight.
He can't do this to me.

If he were to come
back here now...

Gloria, get me Senator Bryant.

I know he's in Washington.

You've a fascinating
head, Mr. Kuryakin.

Truly fascinating.

But so much more fascinating
when I've finished with it.

You wait.

You don't have to
convince me of your work.

That second Mrs. Bryant
is a remarkable job.

She manages to play the senator's
wife even when she's loaded...

with our most
effective truth pills.

Ah, that's the
beauty of my method.

She's not playing a part. She
really believes she is Miranda Bryant.

Oh, won't two Miranda Bryants
be crowding the senator a bit?

Oh, no. No, not at all.

A simple injection of
this, uh, triexel phermate...

and the young girl reverts
to her own personality.

It's all very simple, really.

Very clever too.

Programming the future
president of the United States...

might be a little awkward.

But who'd ever suspect
that it's all done with, uh...

pillow talk.

You're a very
perceptive young man.

He knows if he so much as
shows his face around here...

before we have the delegates in
our pockets, we could lose everything.

Oh, no.

No, I've worked too hard and too
long to get that boy into this position.

What?

Yes, I see.

Well, he's left, all right.

Almost in the White House...

and now he's, um...

He's imperiling everything
we've worked for...

slaved for, lived for for 10
years, and all because of her.

Well, you can't blame a man
for worrying about his wife.

That marriage.

Here was a man who could have
married any woman in the country.

And he picks some little ninny that
he meets by chance at my house.

In my own house.

Sorting campaign literature.

Running the coffee
machine for the volunteers.

Where's the girl? What
have you done with her?

You were told not to take
your eyes off her for an instant.

I haven't. She's outside
with your number-one boy.

He'll take care of her.
That's why I'm here.

I have run into some, uh, let's say,
contradictions about Mrs. Bryant.

- Contradictions?
- Mm-hm.

What do you mean,
"contradictions"?

You're not trying to tell
me that after all this...

you boys are starting to
reverse yourselves, are you?

Uh, don't anticipate things,
Fairbanks. It's not that simple.

If you've put us through
all this for nothing...

called back the senator,
maybe cost us the election...

and all the time, this is
the real Miranda Bryant.

I didn't say that. There
are just some things...

that I don't understand.
They don't add up, not clear.

I wanna put her to a
test. You gave me an idea.

- Give me the keys to your house.
- My house?

Yes, you said she met the senator
working there on some campaign?

If she's the real Mrs. Bryant, she'll
know her way around the place, right?

I suppose so.

If she's not the real
Mrs. Bryant, she won't.

Because though they may
have programmed her...

in regard to dates and places,
she won't know, for instance...

where the, uh, secretary
keeps the instant coffee.

I think you're wasting a
lot of precious time, Solo.

But if you insist...

I do.

Yes?

I told you I must have 48 hours.

But you can't move her
now, that's impossible.

I don't know what
she'll do or say.

But I won't...

Yes. Yes, I understand.

All right, all right.

Signe, Etienne, remove
him from the table.

We've got to get the
woman ready in an hour.

What on earth are we doing
here? Arnold's at the convention.

So you know the place?

Yes, I worked here as a
volunteer. That's how I met Steve.

Yes, Fairbanks told me.

Well, since you know the
place, you lead the way, all right?

Fairbanks gave me the key.

Bring back sentimental memories?

Napoleon, please
don't be unkind to me.

Atavistic old place.

I suppose it's a throwback to the days
of ward heelers and brass spittoons.

Why'd you bring me here?

Excellent question.

Why, indeed?

An impulse? An inspiration?

A suspicion?

Prescience?

Or just, perhaps, to
be alone with you?

We haven't got much
longer to be alone, have we?

No.

Why am I here?

Because something is happening.

You're as aware of it as I am.

Hmm?

And something else
is happening too.

Kidnap threats, strange disappearances,
even stranger appearances.

After today, you should
be aware of the fact...

that you're involved
in some diabolical plot.

Either someone is trying, among
other things, to ruin your marriage.

- Or...
- Who would do a thing like that?

Many people.

Political enemies, for instance.

Political friends.

Arnold Fairbanks, for instance.

Arnold?

Arnold's our best friend.

He's your husband's best friend.

There's a difference.

And he's let it be known
he wasn't exactly thrilled...

about your marriage, you know.

I don't believe that.

Fairbanks is ambitious
for your husband...

like Caesar and Caesar's wife.

The question is, this time,
who is above suspicion?

Where does Fairbanks
keep his confidential files?

Well, how should I know?

You labored here in the senator's
vineyards and won all hearts.

We're all volunteer workers.

We didn't have access
to anything confidential.

You still must have some
idea where things were located.

Even Bluebeard told
his wives where not to go.

Mr. Solo, yours
is a strange world.

Living with all this deceit and
violence has done something to you.

You're right. It's taught
me to trust no one.

Not even myself.

Especially with you.

What do you know
about this place?

Try to remember something.

I remember nothing.

I mean, whatever I knew about
this place, I have long since forgotten.

Don't give up so
easily. Try, think hard.

No, please, just
take me out of here.

I don't like any of this.

I don't like that drug you gave
me. Nothing's clear anymore.

I don't know what it's
made me say or do or feel.

Nothing about the office?
Nothing about the files?

No, nothing.

I'm sorry.

I had to do it. I
had to make sure.

For both of us.

You're not her.

- Who are you?
- Napoleon.

Are you all right?

Hair dye?

Does Arnold dye his hair too?

They got away.

I was afraid something
like this might happen.

Mm-hm.

Uh, here's something
of yours, Fairbanks.

All right, drop the gun. How
convenient of you and Mrs. Bryant...

to patronize the
same beauty salon.

Sometimes the long arm of
serendipity outsmarts us all.

Too bad, it was a great try.

I wouldn't, Mr. Solo.

If there's one thing I've learned in
politics, it's never count your ballots...

before the returns are in.

Well, where is she?

What are you doing to me?

We're doing all we can.

She's not completely
out of it yet.

I don't care what
kind of shape she's in.

Just get her over
here right now.

What's the matter,
doctor? You look worried.

That's how it is.

The ignorant Philistine always
gets in the way of the true artist.

Arnold?

Where is she?
Why isn't she here?

Steve, she's on her
way here right now, relax.

Arnold, if you don't bring her
here, so help me, I'll kill you.

Now take it easy.

I've never let you down before
not gonna let you down now.

Believe me, she's as anxious
to see you as you are to see her.

Tell me, how is
he? The president?

Worried, and so am I.

You said she'd be here,
Arnold, and she isn't here.

She'll be here
before you know it.

Now the only thing you've got to worry
about is your acceptance speech, right?

Well, I got two days
to worry about that.

As a matter of fact, Steve, you've
kind of forced my hand on that.

- Hmm?
- It's tonight or never.

Now, you gotta get
your thinking cap on.

You know what this thing is
crying for? The old Bryant touch.

Now that's something nobody's
got but you, right, Steve?

Now stop that, and don't
give me any more trouble.

Let me go. - Stop it.

Let me go. Aah!

Come along, Mrs. Bryant, sit up.

- Wake up.
- Doctor, I can't handle this woman.

Couldn't I get rid of
her? Get rid of them all?

Later. I'll stay behind...

and see that they're disposed
of along with the building.

But I need them alive for that.

Hurry up with that dress
and get her over to Fairbanks.

Doctor, merely as a
point of information, uh...

how do you intend to dispose of us
when the happy hour approaches?

It was your friend's idea.

Mine? CAXTON: Yes.

This morning, when you invaded
us disguised as an electrician...

you stated that the entire place
was riddled with defective wiring.

We might all be electrocuted.

Well, you will be.

You could've come
in as a plumber.

Who is that woman? Why'd
you give her my dress?

Shut her up and
bring them upstairs.

- Do you have to kill her too?
- Unfortunately, yes.

You see, Etienne, Miss Signe, myself
must all seem to perish in the cataclysm...

about to engulf
our little edifice.

And for that, I need three
bodies: two males, one female.

And the young woman
already here to oblige us.

Believe me, it's purely
a matter of necessity...

not of any lust for blood.

Yes?

Yes, Arnold,
everything's in order.

Mrs. Bryant is
leaving right now.

Splendid. I'll see
you next week.

Bring them along.

Ladies first.

She's a judo expert.

At least a black belt...

with clusters.

Come on, all you've gotta do is
go out there and it's in the bag.

I told you, Arnold, I'm not going
out there without seeing my wife.

There she is.

Are you satisfied now?

Take him up.

Thank you.

Miranda, listen to me carefully.

Do you hear those cheers?

They're for the future president
of the United States, your husband.

I want you to go out there
and give him a big kiss.

Remember, this is
his moment of triumph.

Wave, smile to the
crowd. Do you understand?

- Don't worry, Arnold, I know what to do.
- That's the girl.

Don't enjoy it too
much, Fairbanks.

Do you see those men?

They want to kill your husband.

- Shoot them.
- Hmm?

Shoot them!

They're waiting for
you, Mrs. Bryant.

Thank you.

Miranda was...

Was programmed to...

To obey all my commands.

"Was," Arnold.

We deprogrammed her.

Triexel phermate.

Miranda, is it really you?

It is you.

So you cats finally made it.

Ah. Huh.

Like, I'm grateful.

I mean, all those years teaching
judo to those chicks in the Big Sur.

I finally made the big scene.

I owe it all to you.

Uh, us? IRINA: Yeah.

I thought we were in your debt?

Oh, no, man, you
don't understand.

It's because of you that
I got the bread for this.

Your report of the young lady's
help the other night so intrigued me...

I felt we owed her
a reciprocal favor.

This cool cat sort of bought a
couple of lifetime memberships...

and with the bread,
I built me this castle.

Well, it's a most
impressive, uh, bakery.

Lifetime memberships
for you, sir?

Oh, goodness no. No, no.

For you two, naturally.

Oh, well, thank you, uh...

Not at all, not at all.

My pleasure, gentlemen.