All language subtitles for The Man From U.N.C.L.E. S03E22 The Hula Doll Affair

Eighty-one degrees, 82, 83.

Are there many girls like
you on our testing site?

No, I'm one of a kind.

Eighty-four degrees, 85, 86.

Eighty-seven degrees.

- Hold on 87.
- What's wrong?

One of our recording
devices is malfunctioning.

We'll hold on 87 until
the device is fixed.

What temperature
does the stuff go off?

Ninety degrees.

Roger. Will resume.

Eighty-eight degrees.

Ha, ha. It's even
warmer in here.

Thank you.

Eighty-nine degrees.

Ninety.

- So that's M-4.
- That's M-4.

It's quite a firecracker.

Uh, your plane is warming up.

All the, uh, data
pertaining to M-4 is in here.

- You sure you got everything straight?
- Yes, sir.

Good.

I'll leave everything in your hands.
I've gotta get back to headquarters.

Where's the rest
of the chain gang?

Ah, very funny.

Would you have them make
the announcement now, please?

We've gotten reports on the
explosive. Is it as powerful as they say?

It's even more
powerful than they say.

Mr. Kuryakin,
telephone, Booth 9.

Mr. Kuryakin, telephone,
Booth 9, please.

Who could that be? Mr. Waverly
would use a communicator.

You better cover me.

Hello?

Hello?

Let's get out of here.

It was a wrong number.

When are they
gonna paint this place?

Paint? I can't even get
a new pressing machine.

Next year, they keep
telling me. Next year.

I bet Thrush ain't so cheap.

- Ah, good morning, gentlemen.
- Morning.

I must congratulate you both
on evading that trap at the airport.

It was all in a day's work, sir. Uh, I
found it necessary to swallow the key.

Do you have your master set?

Oh. Yes, of course.

Here, it's that one.

Thank you.

Unhappily, while we still have
our formula for our new explosive...

the explosive itself is
in the hands of Thrush.

They got Williams?

I'm afraid so, yes.

Killed him and took the
sample he was carrying.

The explosive was concealed
in one of these things.

Hula doll, I think
you call them.

Then the sample must be here at
Thrush Headquarters in New York.

Oh, without a doubt.

I'm glad you find that
entertaining, Mr. Solo.

But there are matters
of rather more urgency.

Sorry, sir.

Pay attention. You
can get your kicks later.

Our first problem is to find out
just where Thrush Headquarters is.

We've set up a special operations
room to coordinate our search...

and you gentlemen
will be in charge.

There's a heat
wave on the way...

so we've got to recover that
sample of M-4 before it explodes.

I don't, uh, understand, sir.

Why not let it explode and
destroy Thrush Headquarters?

And the 10 square
miles surrounding it?

Oh.

Yes. Oh, indeed.

What is the temperature
out there now, Mr. Kuryakin?

It's 83...

and rising.

Here's your sticker.

I wanna see my brother
the minute he arrives.

Get out of my chair, Peter.

Word's out that you blew your
assignment, brother Simon.

And that's a pity, isn't it? The
board's not gonna like that, are they?

You just keep your
nose in your own affairs.

I got what I was after.

You'll never get
what you're after.

And don't think I
don't know what it is.

Simon, you know what this is?

This is M-4, Simon.

At least I did my job right.

And when the board convenes,
they're gonna like what I did.

I wish there was some way I
could help cover for you, Simon.

I can take care of myself,
brother. Don't you ever forget it.

Oh, I'm sure you
can. I'm sure of that.

I'm sure you'll come up
with some explanation for 26.

After all, we both know, don't we, that
Thrush Central considers fallibility...

a fatal disease.

Mama, your son
has got a problem.

Your good son, me.

Ah, if only you could step
out of that frame and...

Thank you, Mama.

Double-A priority.

Bypass security and send a photo
expert up here immediately, Section 12.

Now, it's very unlikely that Thrush
has its headquarters in Central Park...

so we can eliminate
this whole section here.

And if the data from our
Triangulation Department is correct...

it's highly unlikely that they're
located in this neighborhood.

- Any progress, Mr. Kuryakin?
- Very little, I'm afraid, sir.

We've narrowed the search
down to a peripheral area...

of about, uh, 100 square blocks.

Well, we'll have to
do better than that.

The temperature's 86 now.

Oh, uh, where's Mr. Solo?

Uh, he'll be back
in a little while.

He, uh, went out to
procure himself a sandwich.

He should've had
something sent in.

Being out on the streets now won't get
him any closer to Thrush Headquarters.

Well, here I am.

What are you doing here?

Oh, I was told to report
to Mr. Peter Sweet.

- Who told you?
- Mr. Sweet, of course.

Gee, this sure is a nice
setup you have here.

You better come out,
sir. Security problem.

Oh, I'm not worried
about security.

If the salary is
right, well, then I'd...

Yes, well...

Air-conditioned. Sure
need it in this heat wave.

- All right. What is it? Who is she?
- I don't know, sir.

Well, my name is right
here on this application.

- How did you get here?
- Up the elevator, of course.

You do want a
secretary, don't you?

A what?

Thyme. Miss Wendy Thyme.

All right, what are you
doing here, Thyme?

Look, I don't see why
I have to talk to you.

I was told to report
to Mr. Peter Sweet.

I am Peter Sweet. I
did not send for you.

Well, somebody did.

Who?

Never mind, I know who.

Simon!

Si...

All right, what kind of a game
are you trying to play, dear brother?

Game? Whatever do you mean?

Don't play dumb with me.

You know there's an
unauthorized non-Thrush girl...

reporting out
there directly to me.

Aw, Peter, I've been meaning
to talk to you about that.

Now, don't you think you're
taking an unnecessary risk...

bringing your Wendy in here?

- My Wendy?
- We all have our weaknesses, Peter.

But couldn't you even
wait for your usual liaison...

with your, uh, shall
we say, paramour?

My...? I've never seen
that girl before, Simon!

Well, you know
it and I know it...

but the board of directors will have
no choice but to think otherwise.

Oh, Simon, don't be so naive.

Naive?

Exhibit A:

This photograph of you and Miss Thyme
gazing tenderly into each other's eyes...

seated at one of
our better nightclubs.

No one's gonna
believe this cheap fake.

It's not even a good composite.
I've never been to this joint.

You know it and I know it, but
the board of directors don't know it.

Exhibit B: this receipt, signed
by you for one mink coat.

Exhibit C: this pass,
used by Miss Thyme...

to enter Thrush headquarters...

signed by you.

- It's forged.
- Exhibit D:

This photograph of the lovely
Miss Thyme wearing the mink coat.

Now, shall I go on
with E, F and G?

- No, it won't be necessary.
- Good.

Now, at the board meeting
day after tomorrow...

I shall present this evidence.

I shall thereupon be elected as
permanent chief of Thrush New York.

And you, my dear sibling, will never
again be in a position to challenge me.

If you're lucky, dear brother...

we may find a spot for
you in the, uh, mailroom.

Get her properly dressed.
Take her down to my office.

- You mean I got the job?
- Yes, so it appears.

Oh, I'm so thrilled!
Oh, isn't this...?

Well, you heard.

Yes, sir. I used a bug.

Oregano, I've protected
your job for quite some time.

If I get sent to the mailroom, what do
you suppose is gonna happen to you?

I guess the same thing that's
going to happen to Miss Thyme, sir.

A little worse, I'm afraid.
You've got seniority.

That's true. Twelve
years, three months.

Wait a minute. An idea
is forming in my mind.

- I hope it's a clever one, sir.
- Ha! Well, of course it's a clever one.

You don't think I got this far on
stupidity, do you? Now listen to me.

My brother, Simon, will not
have the entire board behind him.

Three of those six will
vote for me as chief.

Now, that means that the
deciding vote will be cast...

by the representative from Thrush,
Number 26, who will attend the meeting.

- According to Thrush rules of order.
- Right.

- And that means I'm in.
- A question, sir.

How do you know 26 will vote for
you? Nobody here even knows who he is.

Because I am going
to provide Number 26.

Simon tried to ruin
me with a secretary.

I'm gonna ruin
him with a ringer.

Do you have
someone in mind, sir?

Yes, indeed, I do.

My ideas are sometimes
outrageous, Oregano.

But I think this is perhaps
the most wondrous of them all.

I want you to get me a list.

A list?

A list of U.N.C.L.E. agents.
U.N.C.L.E. agents, Regie.

Pencils. Anyone for pencils?

- You're Mr. Solo.
- Yeah, how did you know?

Never mind. Take the pencil
and write down a message.

555 Felton Avenue.

There's a man
waiting for you there.

He's got something
very important to tell you.

About what?

How should I know?

I just sell pencils.

Uh, may I show
you something, sir?

Um, perhaps there's something
you could tell me. My name is Solo.

- I was...
- Oh, yes.

Do you have identification?

Mm-hm. Very good, sir.

Oh, and, um, just in case someone
should come in whilst we talk...

may I suggest that you, uh,
try on a hat or something, hmm?

Right this way, sir.

Exactly what is it you had
to tell me, Mister, uh...?

- Cardaman.
- Cardaman. Mm-hm.

- Tell you, Mr. Solo?
- Yes.

Just that there is someone here
who is most anxious to meet you.

Good afternoon, Mr. Solo.

Very ingenious. Am I to assume
I'm in Thrush Headquarters?

When we reach the 13th floor.

Mm. That haberdashery shop.

What about it?

It's quite impressive.

I wish U.N.C.L.E.
could afford that.

- Very good.
- Thank you, Mr. Sweet.

Oh, there is one thing I
don't understand though.

That, uh, paragraph about
programming the prime minister...?

Don't let it trouble
you, my dear.

Oh. Well, uh, the part
about the nerve gas.

I hope you don't think I'm
being nosy, Mr. Sweet...

but, uh, what sort of
business is this anyway?

Well, as a matter of
fact, Miss Thyme...

Ah. Oregano, very good.

So this is the famous
Mr. Solo, hmm?

It's indeed a pleasure
to meet you, sir.

I've been an enemy
of yours for a long time.

Peter Sweet's the name.

Charmed, Mr. Sweet.

You've got his gun?

Yes, sir. Also his communicator, a
wallet that contains a dynamite charge...

and a tie tack that
becomes a rope ladder.

I suppose you're wondering why
I, uh, brought you here, Mr. Solo.

The question has
crossed my mind, yes.

Well, to be very brief, sir, you,
as a member of Thrush Central...

will be present at a board-of-directors
meeting tomorrow morning.

Uh, it's the day
after tomorrow, sir.

Mr. Solo is gonna call
that meeting for tomorrow.

At which time, he will cast
the deciding vote in my favor...

electing me head
of Thrush New York.

By the time the real
representative arrives...

my brother will be disposed of.

How does that grab you, Solo?

I presume you'll kill me if I refuse.
- Yes.

You'll kill me if I
go through with it.

Oh, yes.

Well, um...

All things being equal, I
think I choose to refuse.

All things are not
equal, Mr. Solo.

If you refuse, you will be killed
by close of business today.

Now, wouldn't you prefer
to, as they say, play for time?

Mr. Sweet, I still don't know
what kind of business you're in...

but whatever it is,
I don't think I like it.

Speaking about time, Mr. Solo,
may I present Miss Thyme?

Don't let the uniform fool you.
She's a pigeon just like yourself.

- Hi.
- How do you do?

Miss Thyme is
scheduled to die tonight.

Now, if you go along with me...

you can buy a few
extra hours for her too.

We have a deal, Mr. Sweet.

Very good.

Yeah, I see. Well, he should
have been back by now.

No, no. No, no, never mind.

I'll, uh, tell him.
Thank you. Thank you.

Well?

Well, we've managed to narrow
it down to 50 square blocks.

And, uh, Napoleon's disappeared.

Disappeared?

Yeah. He finished his
lunch half an hour ago.

He hasn't been seen since.

Well, I hope it's not another
of his famous dalliances.

Well, I'm sure that at a
time like this he can control...

Yes, quite so.

Well, I suppose Mr. Solo is able
to take care of himself all right.

- I have a task for you, Mr. Kuryakin.
- Yes, sir.

Our Intelligence people have located
the mother of two top Thrush executives.

Here in New York?

Yes, a Mrs. Sweet.

Here's her address.

Perhaps if one of her sons
attempts to contact her...

well, that might give us a clue as
to the location of their headquarters.

It's not much to go on, sir.

No.

But at a moment like this, Mr. Kuryakin,
we grab at the tiniest of straws.

Hello. May I help you?

Uh, no, thank you. Uh, Mrs.
Sweet, she still lives there?

- Yes, she does.
- Ah. Thank you.

Open Channel D.

Yes, Mr. Kuryakin. Have you
managed to find Mrs. Sweet?

Yes, I have her under
observation at the moment.

Well, what is she doing?

She appears to be
making chicken soup.

But I don't understand, sir. Why do we
have to hold the meeting tomorrow morning?

I'm a busy man, Mr. Sweet.

I came here a day
early and I can't dawdle.

Of course, Number 26.

We will hold the meeting
tomorrow morning.

I trust you're aware of
my latest, uh, coup, sir.

You mean, uh, seizing
the U.N.C.L.E. explosive?

- What was it, the M...?
- M-4.

Mm-hm. Understood that
was your brother's doing.

Oh, you'll have a full report
on my brother's doings...

at the board meeting, sir.

And as far as getting
the M-4 is concerned...

the plan was mine, all mine.

Then you are to be
commended for that.

Thank you, sir.

Huh. I do hope you will
bear in mind my contribution...

when the vote comes tomorrow.

About, uh, the U.N.C.L.E.
explosive, the M-4...

how do I know you
actually have it?

Oh, I'd be happy to show
it to you right now, sir...

but, um, unfortunately,
it's 10 after 5.

The vaults have been
sealed for the night.

Mm, pity.

Speaking of the hour, sir, I'm
sure you'd like to get settled.

- You'll be staying here, of course.
- Of course.

I wish I could have
dinner with you.

But unfortunately, I do
have a previous engagement.

I'm, uh...

I'm having dinner
at my mama's house.

You are?

She's really a very sweet old
lady. I go there every so often.

A man that cares for his mother.

That's a rare thing these days.

I want you to know Thrush
Central approves of that.

Kuryakin here.

Anything new, Mr. Kuryakin?

Well, she has the table set and
she's just put a large soup tureen on it.

Oh, well, that would suggest
she's having some people to dinner.

Yeah. Well, the
table is set for three.

Do you think that maybe...?

We can only hope, Mr. Kuryakin.

I've just had a talk with
our Meteorology people.

The temperature's 89 now.

Expected to remain
stable through the night...

which means
that it could hit 90.

Yeah, and if it does?

If it does...

don't bother to call me.

I doubt if we'd be able
to make connection.

So that's my story.

I guess we're really
in the soup, huh?

Well, if you like
culinary metaphors, yes.

Hey, what time is it?

Seven-thirty.

The temperature's 89.

Phew, I thought it
was awfully hot in here.

I guess they turn the air
conditioning off at night.

The watchman's gone.

Hey, what are you doing?

- I've gotta look for a hula doll.
- Oh.

Listen, uh, with any
luck, I'll be back soon.

Well, you aren't gonna
leave me here alone.

All right, come along,
but take your shoes off.

Hey! You're going
to look for a what?

Here's what I'm looking for.

I thought we were
looking for a hula doll.

It'll take a while to find it.

Meanwhile, we'll cool down
her hot little body, wherever it is.

Close the door and
listen for the watchman.

Right.

Oh, somebody's coming.

All right, now let's look for
a pair of spring-loaded hips.

How do you like
your soup, Peter?

Delicious, Mama.

You'd better enjoy it. It
may be your last meal.

You're pretty cocky.

Oh? We'll see who's cocky
at the meeting tomorrow...

right after 26 casts his vote.

Twenty-six? What is this 26?

Well, as usual, dear brother, you
have mouth enough for a glee club.

It won't be my mouth that's
open tomorrow, mail clerk.

Simon. Simon, come back. Simon!

Peter, what is this all about?

I've told you before, Mama,
don't mix in our affairs, huh?

What mix? I'm not supposed
to know even what my sons do?

I'm not supposed to
know where their office is?

Downtown, Mama. Downtown.

Open Channel D.

What now, Mr. Kuryakin?

Mrs. Sweet's sons came
to dinner. They've just left.

Well, follow them.

In the morning, if
there is a morning...

they'll probably go to
Thrush Headquarters.

Right. I'm on my way.

Uh, listen, I realize I
owe you an explanation...

but I'm afraid there's no time.

Oh! Please don't die. Even
if you are a burglar, don't die.

I'm warning you, come
at me and I'll scream.

Eighty-six, 87, 88...

Who are you?

My name is Marge. I live here.

Hey, who are you
to ask me questions?

Did you hit me with that?

Yes. I'll hit you again if you
come at me, I'm warning you.

Ooh. Look, Marge, I
am not a burglar, I...

Wait a minute.

They've gone.

Who's gone?

Excuse me.

Open Channel D.

Not again, Mr. Kuryakin.

I'm afraid so, sir.

I lost both brothers.

Oh. How did you
manage to do that?

You see...

I'm afraid I... Um... Listen...

What he's trying to
say is it was my fault.

Mr. Kuryakin, was that
a woman's voice I heard?

Yes, sir. Her name is Marge
and she lives here, and...

This is the sort of thing
I expect from Mr. Solo...

but not from you, Mr. Kuryakin.

Yes, sir. Uh, speaking of
Napoleon, have you heard from him?

Not a word.

All right, all right.
Stick with the mother.

They may try to
reestablish contact.

It's a long shot...

but we appear to be playing
long shots today, wouldn't you say?

Yes, sir. Heh. Very long.

You're some kind
of a spy, aren't you?

- Some kind.
- Whose side?

On the side of law and
order and motherhood.

I knew it.

You've got an honest
face. I think I trust you.

- You do?
- Uh-huh.

Do you trust me enough
to grant me a small favor?

What kind of a favor?

Can I spend the
night in your closet?

Oh, you don't believe in
doing things halfway, do you?

I keep waiting for the
snow to start falling.

It should be through here.

Oh, wow! How are
you gonna open that?

Hey, a hairpin?

Something like it. I've got...

Down!

Gee, you're clever.

Oh, dear.

It's so cold in here.

- This is it.
- Okay, you got it.

Can we go home?

No. This place is closed up
tighter than a drum at night.

Yeah, I was afraid of that.

It's probably none of
my business, but, uh...

is there something
special about this hula doll?

Yeah, there's
something very special.

Good. Good, I'm glad.

I mean, uh, I was afraid you
might be the type of fellow...

who just collects things
like this, you know?

What's so special about it?

It has enough explosive in it to
blow up half of Manhattan Island.

Oh.

I think I'm gonna faint.

Come on now, Wendy. Not now.

- I'm okay, I'm okay.
- You sure?

- Yeah.
- All right, let's go.

Oh, don't let go.

- Mr. Solo...
- Napoleon.

Napoleon, don't let go.

I mean, uh, ooh,
it's so cold in here...

and you're so warm.

- Good morning, Mr. Sweet.
- Good morning.

Poor tired man.

Well, good morning, Miss Thyme. I
trust you had a pleasant, uh, night.

Does he prefer the
couch to the bed?

He's a gentleman.

He let me use the bed.

Oh, I see.

Twenty-six, rise and shine.

He's very tired, Mr. Sweet.

I'll bet.

Up and at them, 26.

The board meeting
starts in 15 minutes.

Rise and shine.

Magnificent reflexes, 26.

What coordination.

Ah, but I expected nothing
less from a man of your caliber.

Our meeting starts in
a little while, you know.

I could show you the
U.N.C.L.E. explosive now.

No, no, no. There's no hurry.
I have implicit faith in you.

Faith that I'm sure you'll
demonstrate, eh, 26?

Yes. You go right ahead and
I'll join you in a few minutes.

I'm frightened, Napoleon.

- The hula doll?
- It's right where we put it.

All right. You stay back there
and I'll join you as soon as possible.

Yeah, but if you can't?

Well, then, uh, pack
the hula doll in some ice.

- Yeah, but... Yeah...
- Shh.

Ooh.

Oh.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

I'm sorry I woke you.

No, I, uh, shouldn't
have gone to sleep.

- Would you like breakfast in the closet?
- What?

Oh, yes. Yes, thank you.

What time is it?

Almost 8:30 and
I've got to get to work.

Would you like to stay on here?

Uh, yes, that would be
very nice. Thank you.

Well, I can't really
refuse you, can I?

You let a man stay in
your apartment overnight...

you can't tell him he's not
welcome in the daytime.

You have a point there.

Oh-ho? Will you please send
a cab to 276 Gelman Avenue?

Mrs. Sweet. I'll be
downstairs. Thank you.

- I have to go.
- What about your breakfast?

You have it.

Listen, I may have to come back
later so leave the key under the doormat.

555 Felton Avenue.

You got here
very quickly, driver.

If you'll wait for me, sonny...

I just have to buy a few
neckties for my boys.

Yes, ma'am.

Well, I'll say this
for you, Simon...

you certainly know how to
mismanage this organization.

I mean, it takes an
inspired bungler...

to find some way to foul up
the air-conditioning system.

That system was sabotaged,
probably by one of your men.

Even I am not that vindictive.

I don't freeze off my
nose to spite my face.

Is everybody here? Good.

The meeting is now in session.

We will proceed with the
first order of business...

to select a permanent
director-in-chief.

Now let us proceed
with the vote.

Nothing would suit
me better, dear brother.

I think a voice
vote is satisfactory.

Just in case you're hard of
hearing, let's have a show of hands.

As you wish.

All those in favor of retaining the
temporary director-in-chief, myself...

as the permanent
director-in-chief, raise their hands.

Opposed?

The vote is tied,
three to three.

As prescribed in the Thrush rules
of order, the tie will now be broken...

by the attending
representative of Thrush Central.

Um, thank you.

I've given a great deal
of thought to this matter...

and it appears to me that the
problem that we are faced with...

is that, uh, we have two men...

who are equally qualified
to be a part of the team.

And I say team with emphasis,
because that's what I mean.

And there's something
about this organization...

to me, you understand, that
commands a kind of loyalty.

I beg your pardon, Number 26.

But you yourself said that
time was of the essence.

We're waiting
for your vote, sir.

Well, it is my opinion...

that the new
director-in-chief should...

What is the meaning
of this, Oregano?

You know a board meeting
must never be interrupted.

Only a dire emergency.

That's what it is, sir.

Mama. PETER: You.

You will address me as 26.

Yes, Mama. I mean, 26.

Sit down, Mister...?

Mr. Solo, Mama... Twenty-six.

He's an U.N.C.L.E. agent.

- He's a what?
- But I was just waiting for confirmation.

I suspected it all the
time, Mama... I mean, 26.

Of course you did.
You brought him in here!

Now you see what I had to
put up with all these years.

He would jeopardize this entire
organization just so he can embarrass me.

Indeed. Ha.

Who gave this Mr. Solo my
chair at the board meeting?

And who gave him
a royal welcome...

put him in an executive suite?

And who gave him this? Humph.

A foul kettle of fish, this.

But fortunately,
the cat has arrived.

Oregano!

Yes, 26.

There's a bogus cab driver in a
cab outside the shop downstairs.

He needs a haircut.

He's an U.N.C.L.E. agent.

She's been in there
quite a while, sir.

I think I'll go in
and take a look.

- Uh, may I show you something, sir?
- No, I'm looking for a friend.

Thank you.

You've found a friend.

It was your ambition that
put us in here, dear Peter!

It was your
stupidity, dear Simon!

What's that?

Brotherly love.

Why are they in here with us?

Mama Sweet is cleaning house.

Breathe deeply, beloved
brother. It may be your last!

Not as long as you're
alive, brother of mine!

Freud could have a
picnic with those two.

Why is everybody all bundled up?

Napoleon fixed the air
conditioning to keep the doll cool.

Wasn't that clever?

I hate to tell you,
clever Napoleon...

but I'm not cold at all
and you're sweating.

You know something? I think I overloaded
the air conditioning and it's broken down.

You have heard the charges
against Simon and Peter Sweet.

It is up to you, gentlemen,
to decide their punishment.

Who wishes to speak?

Well, may I say that both these men have
served Thrush faithfully for many years.

Except for this, uh, lapse, both
men have unblemished records.

Any mother could be proud
of two sons such as these.

Hear, hear.

I therefore propose that this
board recommend clemency...

in the case of Simon
and Peter Sweet.

All those in favor,
raise their hands.

Opposed?

Opposed?

Did you think to curry my
favor by pardoning my sons?

I could have you
all liquidated for this!

But, 26, we thought...

You thought wrong.

I am a Thrush woman first
and a mother second, if at all.

I hereby exercise my veto powers
as a member of Thrush Central...

to reverse the
decision of this board.

Simon and Peter
Sweet will be executed...

along with the two
U.N.C.L.E. agents and that girl.

This meeting is adjourned.

- This building's gonna blow in minutes.
- What difference does it make?

They'll not get out of
here any more than we are.

- How much time do we have?
- Five minutes, five seconds.

You wouldn't shrug if
you'd seen that stuff blow up.

Stop that!

Yes, Mama.

You three aware of
what's in store for you?

We're running a
store here too...

and we got a sale on
explosions, big ones.

He's bluffing. MAMA: Shh!

What do you mean?

Two ounces of M-4 are
about to go off any minute...

as soon as it hits 90 degrees.

We could freeze it.
It's here in the vault.

Get out. Here it is, Mama.

It's gone.

Tell us where it is.

No, thank you.

You give us some ice
and a five-minute start.

Take it or leave it. And I suggest you
take it or you're all going to be leaving.

Ice!

It's a bluff, 26.

I don't think so, Oregano.
I don't think so at all.

It's getting pretty warm.

Let them through!

Follow them. Once they
lead you to the M-4, kill them.

Boobies! Nincompoops!

I'll take care of you two...

while the guards are taking
care of those U.N.C.L.E. agents.

You'll make it fast,
won't you, Mama?

Don't let us suffer.
No suffering, Mama.

- No suffering. No. Oh!
- Oh, God. Oh! Oh, my ear. I... Oh!

Don't let us suffer.
No suffering, Mama.

It's just in the nick of
time. All the ice has melted.

- "Mama! Mama!"
- Mama, this is the escape hatch.

You think I didn't
know that, you ninnies?

Did you think I'd
let them kill you?

My boys! When I've worked my
fingers to the bone to raise you. I...

Look out!

Mama! Mama! MAMA: Boys. Boys.

Oh! A mother works hard
all her life to raise her sons.

Slaves over a hot stove,
darns socks, struggles.

Oh, how she struggles.

And what? What does she get?

Nitwits! A pair of nitwits!

Let's go.

That way.

You know, I think I found
the emergency escape route.

She's gone.

Yeah.

She was really a very
good mother, you know.

They don't come any better.

And she could really cook
too. That chicken soup.

I wonder.

Huh?

I wonder if she
left us anything.

- Over there.
- I hope they don't mind us using it.

I, uh, suggest a
slight tuck to the right.

- Oh.
- Yes, yes, yes.

Very smart.

Mr. Waverly.

Oh. Good morning,
gentlemen, miss.

So this is Thrush
Headquarters after all.

Ah. Uh, no. No,
I don't think so.

I prefer my old one. Thank you.

Excuse me.

Hey. Hey, you missed a big spot.

Hey, here. Put plenty paint.

The paint. Put paint.

- What's going on?
- They're painting.

Yeah, we understand that,
Mr. Del Floria. What's the occasion?

Occasion? All I know is Mr. Waverly
walked in, he said we should paint it.

He said he's sorry that
we can't afford to make it...

you know, a fancy haberdashery.

Hey, tell me, what would I do
with a fancy haberdashery, huh?

Will wonders never cease.

Wonder if this means I'll
get a new typewriter ribbon.

Oh, you know Mr. Waverly.

One thing at a time.