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[CHICKENS CLUCKING]

- See? It wasn't so far, was it? SOLO: Ahem.

I'm glad we didn't take the scenic route.

You're gonna agree she's worth it. Just you wait.

I hope so.

[WHISPERS] Transom may be testing her again.

I don't wanna disturb them.

[DOOR CLOSES]

All right, Clemency. Now concentrate.

What card is this?

WOMAN [IN SOUTHERN ACCENT]: Number eight of the diamonds.

And this one?

WOMAN: Number four of the hearts.

TRANSOM: And this one?

WOMAN: Number two of the hearts.

And this?

WOMAN: Oh, that's the young fellow in the clubs.

WOMAN: The prince? - Jack.

WOMAN: The jack.

She hasn't missed a one. Not a one.

- Didn't I tell you she was incredible? - Professor Glomm...

...I'm well aware that you are one of our leading scholars...

...in the field of extrasensory perception.

But even the most impressive of tests have produced results...

...only slightly above the laws of chance and using five cards.

SOLO: No one has ever gotten an entire deck right, no one.

That's true, but what about that bomb under the United Nations Assembly Hall?

- You found it, didn't you? - That's why I'm here.

To get to the bottom of this.

Your name is Mr. Solo.

Uh, ye-- Hello, yes.

There now. I didn't tell her your name.

Did you, Mr. Transom?

No, sir. I just told her you'd gone to pick up a man.

And you work for U-N-C-L-E.

A store called Uncle?

You promised if we came here to check this out that you would not disclose--

I didn't.

And you're trying to find out some information about a bird.

Thrush or something like that. I don't really understand.

[SOLO SIGHS]

Who told you this, Clemency?

Nobody. I've got the knowing way.

[COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING OVER RADIO]

[TURNS UP VOLUME]

Grandpa, we've got company. Turn that thing down.

CLEMENCY: It's all right. You can turn it back on later.

After the--

[TURNS VOLUME DOWN]

- Illya. - Hmm?

What kind of a name is that?

Illya "Kuryay-kin."

[SIGHS]

What about Mr. Kuryay-- Yakin?

Well, he's a friend of yours and he's in terrible danger.

- Oh? - He's in Spain, ain't he? Yeah, Spain.

And he's in terrible danger from a bull's horn.

Oh, I see.

Well, I'm very glad to hear you say that, Clemency.

Because I was just beginning to believe you.

It happens that Mr. Kuryakin is not in Spain.

He's in Stockholm.

[CROWD CHEERING]

[CROWD CHANTING]

[CHEERING CONTINUES]

[BULL SNORTING]

[BULL GRUNTING]

[CROWD CHEERING]

We've checked her out.

Until today, she's never left the hills and everything she's told us...

...has been correct down to the last detail.

What about the two scientists?

Glomm is all right.

We're still checking on Transom.

So far there isn't any need for concern.

A girl professing to be clairvoyant.

Well, I must say, Mr. Solo, I'm more than a trifle dubious.

That's why I brought them all here. She's in the next--

MAN [OVER SPEAKER]: Mr. Kuryakin is coming in now, sir.

[BUTTONS CLICKING]

Mr. Kuryakin?

You're supposed to be in Stockholm. What are you doing in Madrid?

A funny thing happened to me on the way to Sweden, sir.

I intercepted a Thrush letter.

It contained a list of numbers which I'm sending on to you.

Commendable, but it doesn't explain why you're where you're not supposed to be.

The letter was postmarked Madrid.

I thought if I could locate the source...

...I might be able to find out what the list of numbers is all about.

Ask him what he was doing in that bull ring.

What were you doing in the bull ring?

Well, you see, I was chased there by two Thrush agents.

He was a very brave bull, sir.

ILLYA: I had to put him to sleep.

I gave him a small dosage of gas from my fountain pen.

A minor riot ensued.

Where are you now?

Oh, it seems I'm in protective custody, sir.

Madrid's finest.

Is there anything new on your end, sir?

Oh, nothing much. An ultimatum from Thrush.

Unless they receive the sum of $1 billion in assorted currencies by Thursday...

...they will start Operation Night Flight.

It's some sort of scheme...

...they say it will paralyze air travel throughout the world.

And you can well imagine what sort of havoc that will cause.

Thursday.

That doesn't give us much time.

Very little.

But you seem to be getting close.

Otherwise, Thrush wouldn't be chasing you so eagerly.

WAVERLY: Well, maintain stage-three communications for the present.

Yes, sir.

I notice you didn't tell him anything about Miss McGill.

At the moment, I don't see what there is to tell.

Shall we find out?

Ah. Here we are now. Heh-heh.

Clemency, I'd like you to meet Mr. Alexander Waverly.

- How do you do, miss? - How do, sir?

He's your boss, ain't he?

Did you think that, Clemency?

No, he just looked like he would be.

Mr. Waverly, this is Mr. Transom, my research associate.

Hello, Mr. Transom.

Well, Clemency, are you ready to prove yourself to another skeptic?

Well, to tell the truth, Professor Glomm...

...this isn't exactly what I'd like to do the rest of my life.

I mean, just sitting here, reading names off these silly cards.

I think Clemency's right.

I think we have to vary the experiment today.

What would you suggest?

Why not try it with different sets of cards?

Well, isn't this rather irregular, Mr. Solo?

I mean, it's hardly in keeping with the basic principles...

...of objective scientific research.

Well, I thought if Miss McGill could place Mr. Kuryakin in Madrid...

...she'll be able to identify a few picture postcards.

Mr. Solo is quite right, Glomm. I have perfect faith in Clemency.

My dear.

Gentlemen.

CLEMENCY: It's the, uh....

What do you call them things? The pyramid.

Mm. It's kind of a big horseshoe on end.

I know. That thing in Paris.

Mr. Solo, I declare.

Oh, I'm sorry about that.

I'd like to try, if you don't mind.

Our pleasure, sir.

CLEMENCY: My, isn't that a handsome child?

He sure is a good-looking boy.

My grandson, Melvin.

[SOFTLY] Oh.

Now, if you'll excuse us.

Well, sir, what do you think?

I'm not quite sure, Mr. Solo.

Of course, she could have second sight. Extrasensory perception, as we call it now.

Or it could be a trick.

Or she could be involved with Thrush.

Mind you, I am not suggesting that.

But, well, keep a close eye on her, will you?

Yes, sir.

Not too close.

- What do you call this again? - A gourmet's surprise.

It's made of 14 different delicious flavors, all made into one delectable soda.

Why, back home, we can hardly get nothing but vanilla.

Well, chocolate, sometimes.

Clemency...

...you're a very remarkable girl, to say the least.

I mean, this, you know, gift that you have.

Oh, well, shoot fire and save the matches.

I can't very well be proud of something that I was just born with, can I?

- When did you first discover it? - My knowing way?

- Mm-hm. - I guess I've always had it.

My granny said I inherited it from her. My granny raised me till she died last year.

And she had this ability too, huh?

Oh, yeah, she sure did.

When any of the womenfolk was expecting a young one...

...she'd always come to my granny to find out whether to knit pink or blue.

I think I'll just have me another one of them.

Bartender. Freddie, fill her up.

CLEMENCY: Well, when my granny died, folks started coming to me.

I do hope her soul rests...

...but some of them do say I have the power stronger than she did.

- In what way? - Well, take you, for instance.

Now, I don't know how I know so much about you.

What do you know about me?

Oh, well, just silly little things like....

Now, why should I know that last night you went dancing...

...with a girl named Stephanie?

How did you know that I went dancing with Stephanie?

Well, it just come to me.

And you took her to the Purple Unicorn.

And afterwards....

Yes, I know what I did.

Thank you, Fred.

I hope you don't mind my making a pig of myself.

But these are so good.

SOLO: What's the matter now?

Mr. Kuryakin.

Yes?

Now, I don't know why I keep getting thoughts about him.

I never even seen him.

What thoughts are you getting about him now?

Well, I keep thinking that if he wants to find what he's after...

...he should go to a place in "See-ville"?

- Seville. - Yeah, what you said.

Outside of this place there's a sign with a wolf's head on it.

It says...

...Casa del Lobo.

[WOMAN SINGING]

[GUITAR PLAYING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

[SINGING CONTINUES]

[BAND PLAYS FLAMENCO MUSIC]

Hah!

[CROWD CHEERING]

Hah!

[CHEERS AND APPLAUSE]

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

[BAND PLAYS SLOW MUSIC]

Give me Thrush Central, this is 36.

She got him here right on time.

[CLICKS]

[CACKLING]

It's good to have you here, Mr. Kuryakin.

Though I fancy you would have been better off in the north country...

...instead of opening up other people's mail.

You have something of ours.

Something I rather hope you will return.

And what might that be?

Come now, sir. Let us not play childish games.

I'm referring to a list of numbers which you were foolish enough...

...to intercept.

Oh, those.

[CACKLING]

You're an amusing chap, Mr. Kuryakin.

I shall be very, very sorry to--

Oh, do forgive me.

I am Zark.

Count Ladislaus Zark.

You have heard of me, of course.

Well, there's something familiar about you...

...but just what it is escapes me for the moment.

You have shattered my ego.

I have fantasies of U.N.C.L.E issuing orders: "Get Zark at any price."

And here you haven't even heard of me.

Well, I....

Well, I can take comfort in the fact that after Thursday...

...you would have heard of me. Ha-ha-ha.

ZARK: If you had lived that long.

Thursday?

Then you must be involved in Operation Night Flight.

Ha-ha-ha. My dear boy...

...I am Operation Night Flight in a very real sense.

I see.

I am director of Flight Research for Thrush.

It was I who dreamed up the possibility.

I who proved that it was feasible.

And I who shall put it into operation.

Which brings me back to you and the reason why you were here.

Forgive me for having digressed.

The paper please, Mr. Kuryakin.

Search him.

- Mr. Zark. - Count Zark.

Listen, I have no desire to be manhandled by your friend here so....

Watch him.

[GRUNTS]

I think that's what you're looking for.

You gave us quite a start, Mr. Kuryakin.

It was quite unintentional, I assure you.

Yes, it appears to be the original.

Thank you, Mr. Kuryakin.

- May I ask a question? - Yes, please do.

If you are so anxious to get the letter, why did you try to have me killed?

Oh, you mean Madrid. The bull ring.

Ha-ha. That was a dreadful mistake.

My men were supposed to bring you back here, but misunderstood.

Terribly sorry you were inconvenienced.

- It happens. - Yes, my men were a bit premature.

But now I think the time has finally come.

Goodbye, dear chap. Ha-ha-ha.

I'm sorry you will not be here Thursday.

You would have enjoyed Night Flight.

[CACKLING]

[GRUNTING]

[EXPLOSION]

SOLO: Yours is not to reason why. Yours is....

Well, you know what I mean.

Yes, I do indeed.

And thank you very much.

The first thing to do in when you land in Vienna is get the first bus to Transylvania.

And then proceed directly to the castle I told you about.

Check.

I still think I'm on a wild goose chase.

Well, we got the information on the best authority.

Can you give me a hint? Is it a Ouija board?

Well...

...all right, we got the information from a girl.

A girl?

A very pretty girl.

Naturally.

May I ask where she gets hers?

Well, I tell you, we really don't know.

But we expect that might be ESP.

You know, E-S-P.

All right.

I'll send you a postcard from Transylvania. Out.

CLEMENCY: Mr. Solo?

I thought you were asleep.

Well, I was.

Well, you look very fetching in your little pajamas there.

Thank you.

- Mr. Solo. - Yes?

Tell Mr. Kuraykin there's piranhas in the moat.

Sure, I'll tell him.

- What moat? - I don't know.

Oh, the one around the castle, I guess.

Ca--

This is Solo. Overseas relay, emergency.

[COMMUNICATOR BEEPING]

Kuryakin here.

Illya, are you anywhere near a moat?

How did you know that?

Listen, it's stocked with piranhas.

Don't be ridiculous. How could they live here?

I don't know. Maybe the water's heated, in any case--

Aah!

[SIGHS]

To avoid any argument and assuming that I have to get into the castle...

...how else might one go about it?

I think there's a tunnel under the moat.

You go back down the road a piece and you'll find a cave.

[SQUEAKING]

[WINGS FLAPPING]

Bats.

[BATS SQUEAKING]

ZARK: Good evening, Mr. Kuryakin. - Good evening.

You were trying to find me and I, in turn, was most eager to see you again.

I trust we are both satisfied.

I trust, too, that you were not too startled by my bats.

They were very friendly.

Just a few that I let out for a little romp.

Of course, they were not treated.

Would you mind shining that light somewhere else?

It's giving me a bit of a headache.

Oh, I think I'd better keep it where it is.

I'd also better tell you that I have a gun in my other hand.

Oh, my dear Mr. Kuryakin. A gun. Really?

Ah!

[LAUGHING MANIACALLY]

I do declare, it's a beautiful thing.

- Well, I'm glad you like it. - Like it?

Why, back home in Mr. Tuttle's general store...

...there ain't a thing that will compare with it.

Well, perhaps you better speak to Mr. Tuttle when you get back.

Well, there's only one thing though.

Mm-hm. What's that?

My mama once told me, "Clem," she said.

- She used to call me Clem. - Mm-hm.

"Clem, a girl doesn't get a finery like this for nothing."

You know what I'm getting at?

No. No, no. You tell me.

Tsk. Well...

...we may be just plain mountain folk, but when a girl gets stuff like this...

...somebody wants something.

All we want is your cooperation.

- That's what I thought. - Oh, wait, now. On matters of business.

[DOOR OPENS]

ZARK: Good morning, Mr. Kuryakin.

I trust you had a restful night.

I slept like a baby.

Would you be so kind as to let my man slip these on?

[CLICKS]

Now, Mr. Kuryakin.

Down to business.

That list of numbers you gave me turned out to be a fake.

Oh, I must compliment you, yes.

The job you did was marvelous.

The handwriting appear to be mine.

The grade and texture of the paper were the same...

...and even the watermark was identical.

My compliments to your organization.

However, now, I would like the real list.

I don't have it, I'm sorry.

What did you call about, Margot?

WOMAN: Mr. Waverly hasn't heard from Illya in quite a while.

He wonders if you have.

Uh-- Just a minute.

Clem, have we heard from Illya?

- Illya, Illya. That's all you ever care about. - Please. Now, this is very important.

All right.

Tsk. Don't have to worry about him no more.

He didn't find nothing at that castle and he's coming back home.

You know, you could put Western Union out of business.

Uh-- Margot.

Illya's fine and he's coming back home.

Oh, incidentally, if you harbor any sad hope of being rescued...

...let me inform you, your superiors have received a message from you...

...stating that you're safe and on your way home.

By the time they find out that is not the case, it won't really matter.

And how did they get a message from me?

Well, this....

Well, this marvelous, marvelous young girl...

...Clemency, I believe she calls herself. Or something equally bizarre.

Oh, the clairvoyant.

Clairvoyant?

[CACKLES]

Yes, yes. Isn't it delightful?

It's so delightful. I wish I'd invented it myself.

I don't say that very often about today's pretentious gadgetry.

Invented what?

A cortical stimulator.

You see, what we call knowledge...

...is merely the alteration of certain cells in the cortex of the brain.

These cells are changed by electrical impulse...

...through the neurological system.

- You know that, of course. - Of course.

- You do? ILLYA: Yes.

Oh.

You'll appreciate this.

The cortical stimulator...

...can cause these alterations directly through the skull.

It can literally implant knowledge...

...or what we call thoughts, instantaneously.

You see, all we have to do...

...is program our computers to the desired thought patterns...

...and microwave them directly to the subject.

The marvelous thing about it is Miss McGill doesn't even suspect a thing.

[ZARK CACKLING]

Isn't that marvelous?

It's difficult for me to contain my admiration.

- Where are you going? - I'm going back home.

Back where I belong.

Well, now, Clemency. Now, wait just a minute, here.

Why? So you can treat me like a freak in one of them carnivals...

...that passes through town?

That's what you all think of me. Professor Glomm, Mr. Transom and you.

Clemency, you have a very unique gift and it's very--

And you're all taking advantage of it. Keeping me cooped up here like this.

Here I am in the big city and you haven't even taking me outside my hotel.

Clemency, you're very important to us. We must protect you here.

Sure, I'm important...

...because I have this here, gift, like you call it.

But if I didn't have this gift, you wouldn't even look at me.

No, that's not true.

You've heard me say before, now, you're a very pretty girl.

Hmp. I bet you say it to all the girls with extrasens-- Whatever you call it.

Extrasensory perception.

But of all those girls, you're the prettiest, you see.

You ain't fooling me.

You're spoofing me.

Now, will you kindly step out of my way?

Clemency, I wasn't spoofing. I really did mean it.

You really like me, Mr. Solo?

Napoleon.

Miss McGill...

...I purely do.

Please be careful, Mr. Solo.

I mean, Napoleon.

SOLO: I'll be very careful.

I mean, I don't want you to scratch your hand on my comb.

Oh. Why don't you take it off?

Well, I can't.

I'm supposed to wear it all the time.

- You are? - Mr. Transom told me to.

For the life of me, I don't know why.

Mr. Transom gave you this?

Mm-hm.

But don't you bear that any mind.

Clemency, just a minute.

Ahem. A little business before pleasure.

All right?

Open Channel D.

Waverly here.

- Still no word from Illya? - Not a word.

I think he may be in trouble, sir.

I'd like to have your permission to get the next plane and go after him.

But you told us he was on his way back.

Well, we all make mistakes, sir.

That was a word about Illya from Miss McGill, you see...

...and I've just found out she has been a dupe of Thrush.

They've been feeding her misinformation through a comb concealed in her hair...

...which has a microwave relay set in it.

Oh, very ingenious.

I wonder why our people never thought of that.

Very well, Mr. Solo.

The next plane for Vienna leaves in 17 minutes.

And one other thing, sir. Make two reservations.

One for myself and one for a girl with a comb in her hair.

ZARK: But no U.N.C.L.E agent would destroy a document...

...of obvious importance without first memorizing its contents.

Even if he didn't know what those contents meant.

So I put it to you, Mr. Kuryakin.

If by tonight...

...you have not given me the information I want...

...I shall still salvage something from this affair...

...by making you the first human test of my project.

I don't even know what your project is.

[CACKLING]

[BATS SQUEAKING]

You know, of course, what this castle is named for.

Castle Chiroptera.

It's Latin for a bat.

Ahh.

You do know.

Yes, bats.

Bats are such lovely creatures.

Bless their hearts.

They have such a bad image these days.

And your project is going help their image.

You know, of course, that bats are night creatures...

...and navigate by a sort of radar.

Well, believe it or not, and I'm sure you will believe it.

I have altered their mechanisms so that it interferes with man-made radar.

[ZARK CACKLING]

Here, I'll show you.

I will release a single bat into the radar pattern...

...on the top of the castle.

Watch. That should turn him lose. Now, watch.

[BEEPING]

[ZARK CACKLING]

Isn't that mad?

Yes, it's absolutely mad.

In every major airport in the world, there is a crate containing 100 such bats.

Tomorrow morning, a signal from this castle...

...will blow the lids off and free them.

Do you realize the chaos it will cause...

...in the transportation and defense systems of the world?

A billion dollars worth, I understand.

Unfortunately, that sum was not forthcoming.

Mr. Kuryakin.

Another thing about my bats.

We have found the South American variety...

...the vampire bat is most suitable for our purposes.

And the most bloodthirsty.

Are you still sure you do not want to talk?

I'm quite sure.

Very well.

Let me introduce you to my friends.

[BATS SQUEAKING]

[WINGS FLAPPING]

[MACHINES BEEPING, INDISTINCT CHATTERING OVER RADIO]

MAN: British Air Ministry, British Air Ministry.

This is U.N.C.L.E. calling. Do you read me? Over.

Yes, I have you now. Your signal is a little weak.

I read you. Will you hold, please?

[SIMULTANEOUS RINGING AND BEEPING]

Mr. Waverly, they're showing the first signs of panic...

...in Paris and Hong Kong, sir.

And the Karachi Airport wants confirmation.

Confirm it, of course.

All flights are to be cancelled.

Yes, sir. Oh, and, sir, I have the British Air Ministry now.

Good.

Mr. Waverly here.

Yes, that's right.

We can't afford to take the chance.

Operation Night Flight is scheduled to start in 12 hours.

Of course, it's regrettable if the people panic.

To paraphrase Marie Antoinette, "Let them drive cars."

As far as we know, the plane left in the air has one of our agents aboard.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING OVER SPEAKER]

That was a right fine movie.

Do you like spy movies, Mr. Solo?

Oh. Napoleon?

They're all right if you like light entertainment.

I just think they're pretty far-fetched.

You are right.

[WINGS FLAPPING, BATS SQUEAKING]

Well, Mr. Kuryakin, you appear to be growing weaker.

You sure you have not changed your mind?

Why do you need it so badly?

I suppose I could tell you.

It won't matter to you one way or the other.

It's information for retrieving the bats once they are released.

The precise pattern of frequencies.

You see, it wouldn't very practical to leave the bats flying around indefinitely.

So you see, Mr. Kuryakin...

...you'll be performing a humanitarian service if you tell me.

I--

I have no intention of doing so.

WOMAN [OVER P.A.]: We are now approaching the Vienna Airport.

- Fasten your seatbelts, please. - My goodness.

- Are we coming down in Europe already? - Mm-hm.

- We are indeed. - Land of goodness.

Back home, it take me this long to get to the county seat...

...and that's only about 30 mile.

[SQUEAKING]

I think you have about...

...two more hours.

[BEEPING]

If you'll excuse me.

Zark here.

WOMAN: Solo and the girl are approaching your installation.

Do you want interception?

Ahh. What a nuisance. Yes, yes, take care of them.

Wait, wait.

Change that.

That girl could be very useful to me. Are you still in contact with her?

Affirmative.

Transmit to her that they are to come directly to the front gate.

I'll be waiting for them there.

- I just-- Oh, wait a minute. - What is it?

I--

I just had a thought.

We should go in the front gate.

Did it come from them?

Well, I can't be sure but I think so.

That cave you told Illya about?

Wouldn't it be that way?

Okay, Clemency, you know best.

The front gate it is.

[BATS SQUEAKING]

It's a good thing his transmitter is still holding up.

This way.

[WINGS FLAPPING]

The very eve of Night Flight they think I have nothing better to do than--

Ah. Mr. Kuryakin.

I gather he has decided to tell us what we want to know, huh?

Very good, very good. Excuse me, I'll be right with you.

Hello, this is Zark.

I was given information before that this Solo was to arrive immediately.

I'm put out. I've been waiting at the front gate for who knows how long.

WOMAN: Our information is that he arrived.

If that is the quality of your information...

...please do not bother me with any more of it.

No one takes pride in their work anymore. No one wants to accept responsibility.

Seems pretty accurate to me.

See about Illya.

Oh, Mr. Kuryakin, I'm so glad to see you.

My name is Clemency McGill. You don't know me...

...but I'm partly responsible for your being here.

Oh, I could almost hug you, I'm so glad to see you.

You know how to handle a gun, Clemency?

Well, I once shot a turkey in the tail-feathers at more than a quarter-mile.

SOLO: All right.

Keep him right where he is.

My, ain't he a mean-looking feller, though.

My dear primitive child.

I hope you don't think that this will stop Operation Night Flight, Mr. Solo.

- That's the general idea. - No.

It merely means I will have to put it into operation that much sooner.

An inconvenience, to be sure, to our people...

...who will not be able get out of the way.

But....

Watch out for his hand.

[BATS SQUEAKING]

[ZARK CACKLING]

- Nice little pets. - One of them got out.

Ooh!

[SPRAYING]

- Where is Zark? - He's gone to his control center.

- Do you know where that is? ILLYA: No.

SOLO: We can't spend our time searching all of these corridors--

It's over there. Behind that wall. I know it.

It's the comb, Clemency.

No, it isn't. My hair came down when I was dodging that thing.

Okay, this way.

- In here? - Yes.

Here.

[THUMP]

[CRACKLING]

The devil take your soul.

I think all your operations have been cancelled, Mr. Zark.

I admit I'm a bit disappointed, Mr. Kuryakin.

But do not crow too much.

You see...

...I have already opened up all the gates from the caves.

Yes, my global plans have been thwarted.

But let me tell you...

...that millions of bats will not go unnoticed on this continent.

- Is he bluffing? - Listen.

[FAINT FLAPPING, SQUEAKING]

Listen, Mr. Solo.

Never mind about him. What about those bats?

We could start by shooting them one by one.

He said it was a way to recall the bats...

...but the only thing on that piece of paper was a series of numbers.

- Do you remember? - Of course.

What to do with them....

Unless....

What?

Well, he said if their radar can interfere with ours....

It works in reverse order. A radar-control setting, huh?

Well, let's see.

Oh.

Five.

Yes, 55.

[CLICKING]

[MUTTERING]

[BATS SQUEAKING, WINGS FLAPPING]

It works.

The bats are flying into each other...

...and into the cliffs.

Oh, Mr. Kuryakin...

...how does it feel to have saved Europe?

[SIGHS]

I don't know.

I hadn't really thought about it.

Yes, I doubt that Mr. Transom will be heard from for quite a while.

Well, I surely am grateful for that. I never did like that man.

Of course, if I'd never met him, none of this would've happened.

And I would have missed out on a powerful lot of excitement.

- So would I. - Oh, you do forgive me.

Don't you, Mr. Kuryakin?

Well, I'm very tolerant. Why don't we go somewhere tonight and discuss it?

I was going to suggest...

...that Miss McGill go to a concert with me this evening.

I'd like her to have the advantage of some of the city's cultural benefits.

Well, I purely am grateful to the both of you...

...but, well, Mr. Solo has been kind enough to ask me out.

ILLYA AND WAVERLY: Oh.

Oh, well, we have been through quite a bit together...

...and I just thought we might have a little relaxation.

He's gonna take me to a place called the Purple Unicorn.

Now, how did you know that?

I don't know.

I guess I got the gift.

[ENGLISH SDH]