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And I demand that you
live up to your guarantee.

But if you'd only
read the contract...

you'd know that only the lubricated
parts are guaranteed, ma'am.

- So which are the lubricated parts?
- The wheels.

As far as I'm concerned,
you're a bunch of crooks.

You'd better take back your
machine and refund my money.

What's the matter with him?

I guess the excitement
was too much for him.

Can you imagine that?
He was gonna shoot me...

before he'd give
me my money back.

There's your refund.

- What's going on here?
- Who are you?

I'm a dissatisfied customer.
I've come to return this.

My wife won't have it. It
doesn't do the drapes...

All right, we'll take
care of it in a moment.

WAVERLY May I have
your report, Mr. Solo?

Yes, uh, we have them all here.

Uh, we're bringing
them in for interrogation.

All right. Get up.

Come on.

You were most
fortunate, Mr. Solo.

If you hadn't been shielded by
the body of that Thrush agent...

the explosion could've
caused you far more damage.

Oh, fortunately
it's just a sprain.

I should be out of the
cast in a couple of days.

This latest intelligence
report confirms our suspicions.

Thrush is moving its Western
Hemisphere security files...

to Thrush Central in Europe.

Well, the files are probably
somewhere in New York, then.

Now that we have
them on the defensive...

they'll be moving very
carefully and very slowly.

It's a good opportunity to find
out where those files are hidden.

I think we can do it.

Even with a broken
arm tied behind his back.

Mm?

I didn't know it was
classified information.

I see.

Broken arm.

Mr. Kuryakin, you will assume command
of the Section Two phase of the operation.

What did you, um,
have in mind for me, sir?

We're renovating the
brownstone apartments...

adjacent to these headquarters.
We bought them in the first place...

with the idea of extending
our security requirements.

Now it seems we're
playing the role of landlord.

You'll replace Agent Quint
in the inspection detail.

That will be considerable
responsibility.

You have to make sure
the tenants don't find out...

that U.N.C.L.E.
is their landlord.

I suppose you'll be what
you might call a secret agent.

That'll be all, gentlemen.

Hey. Yeah, yeah,
yeah, hey. My little birdie.

Hey, hey! Yeah, yeah, hey!

Hey! Hey! Yeah. Hey!

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

All right, everybody, your
leader is here, the Tiger.

We gonna learn a new
dance. Call it the Bird.

Ready.

Yeah, go, Joy! Go, Laurie!

Here come a hunter with a
great big gun Watch the Bird

Now, one, two, one, one!

One, one, yeah!

My little birdie,
everybody, slide!

My little birdie,
my little birdie!

Hey! Hey!

My little birdie, come on, baby!

If I were an U.N.C.L.E.
agent, you'd be dead by now.

Hatcheck girl relieved you of
your wallet, sent it through the tube.

You were x-rayed on
your way through the door...

revealing your .38 caliber Thrush
revolver carried in your shoulder holster.

You'll be happy to know that you
have very strong bones and fine teeth.

I'm Vincent Carver, Mr. Oakes.
What can I do for you?

After that incident with your
supply shipment yesterday...

Central is concerned about your
arrangements for moving the security files.

Oh, that.

A very nice cover
you've got for yourself.

It keeps me off the streets, Mr. Oakes.
Now, exactly what do you want?

Central wants you to
make direct counter-moves...

against U.N.C.L.E. immediately.

Now, where is your map
of U.N.C.L.E. headquarters?

Here's the most recent one I have.
Indicates the boundaries of the buildings.

We have only a general
idea of the security provisions.

Yes, but we do know this is one of
the walls of Waverly's office, excuse me.

It adjoins this
brownstone building here.

I hope you're not going to suggest
that we blow through the wall.

A team tried that years ago.
They're listed as missing in action.

No, but we're going to put a
new type of listening device...

on one of the apartment
walls in Waverly's office.

Bug Waverly's office?
Oh, you're putting me on.

I'm a technician, Carver.

I spend most of my time in
cramped, poorly ventilated laboratories.

Sweating out ways to make
people like you look good.

When I tell you it
will work, it will work.

This is the last of the
air-conditioners for this job, Mr. Solo.

Will you be finished with
the painting on Monday?

Oh, I think so. This coat'll
dry over the weekend.

- I'll go in and see how the men are doing.
- All right.

Say...

are you in charge
of this operation?

Well, not exactly. I'm the inspector
here. What seems to be your trouble?

Well, I live up there,
in apartment 3F.

I just moved in about
three months ago...

and, like, I got this notice,
the landlord's renovating...

and raising the rent.

Well, I wanna protest.

Well, that's your
privilege, lady. Uh...

Oh, but the manager won't help.

He won't even tell me
the name of the landlord.

Nobody seems to know
anything about it around this place.

Well, I'll tell you, I'd
like to help you, but...

- What is, uh...?
- Sandy Wyler. I... I'm an actress.

- I'm Napoleon Solo.
- Ha, that's a crazy name.

I'm afraid I can't though.

Well, then I guess I'll just have to
find this mysterious landlord myself.

I see the tenant in
question sings and dances.

Ms. Sandy Wyler's last
and only performance...

was in an avant-garde musical
called The Metaphysical Toad.

- She needs a little career management.
- She's gone.

On each of these panels are
hundreds of tiny transistors...

and transmitting modules.

Once they're on the wall, we cover
the panels with a special galactic paint.

What has the paint
got to do with it?

It acts as a magnetic
reflection base for the coils.

This combination gives us the
most powerful receiver possible.

So sensitive that we can
hear through the lead wall...

that surrounds Waverly's office.

Well, if we get through the weekend
undetected, we'll be in pretty good shape.

What's going on here?

- Who are you men?
- I'm sorry you had to ask that.

Ah!

Boys.

He probably won't be
missed until Monday.

Well, if nothing
else, we're neat.

It's coming through.

Waverly's sending three
couriers to the airport.

Microfilm delivery.

Everything has gone
on to those tapes.

- Are you gonna send men to intercept?
- Tiger Ed.

- Call the Bronx field center, four men.
- Sure thing, Vince baby.

He's a very good man.

Well, he may not be your
style, but he's a very good man.

Maybe.

I think I'll take a check of your
security installation, Mr. Carver.

- If you don't mind?
- Of course, of course, go right ahead.

Farina dear, I wanna keep a
monitor on this thing at all times.

Stay here till I send
one of the other girls.

Well, get on to it right away.

I'll run a green-light emergency
check through security.

How are you?

What is it?

No less than three of our courier
operations were aborted this morning.

And Thrush was onto
every one of them.

I can't understand it.

Well, I'll run a communications
check. I don't see how they could do it...

unless they've developed some
sort of new eavesdropping device.

- Something like that. WAVERLY:
Just a moment, Mr. Solo.

Mr. Kuryakin will handle this.
I have something else for you.

Oh, well, what is that?

To compound my problems, I find
that one of our brownstone tenants...

a Ms. Sandy Wyler...

has been in touch with
the rent commissioner...

the Corporations Commission,
the Department of Public Works...

the city attorney and the
Better Business Bureau.

Yes, I believe she's protesting
the raise in the rent, sir.

Oh, is she?

Well, we have the perfect
right to raise the rent.

These improvements are
costing us a great deal of money.

Shall I, um, relay
that fact to her, sir?

Well, at least see if you can
settle with her. Try to keep her quiet.

Otherwise, she'll
ruin our cover.

Oh, don't worry.
I'll be firm with her.

Yeah, okay, okay. I'll... I'll see
to it that your rent isn't raised.

You've gotta promise
not to tell the other tenants.

But don't you see what a help it would be
to my career if I didn't have to pay rent?

I understand that'd be a
help to your career, but...

But I don't really have any
money. I'm a struggling actress.

There are a lot of people
who've been very kind to me.

You know, there's this fella
who does my dry-cleaning free.

And Mr. Sweeny hasn't asked me to
pay my delicatessen bill in 18 months.

And I'm sure you're every
bit as kind as they are.

While you're here, if you
could do it with your one arm.

I've got this very important
appointment at 6:00.

- Which one?
- Try that one, right there.

- This?
- Yeah.

- Okay, there you go. All right.
- Hope it's the right one.

Oh, everybody is going to be very
handsomely repaid when I become a star.

Yeah, so you can just tell
your landlord or whoever he is...

that he doesn't have
anything to worry about.

- You don't want this?
- No.

- All right, which one do you want?
- I think that one right...

- This one?
- Yeah.

Okay. Did you ever think of
getting married, Sandy? Hm?

Oh, every day. You know,
there's this fellow, Freddie.

Uh, he owns a chain of pizza
stands in Fresno, California.

He calls me long-distance
and proposes.

Yeah, he's a living doll.

He even sends me frozen pizzas.

- Well, he sounds like he's irresistible.
- Oh, yeah.

If I ever marry anyone, it
will definitely be Freddie.

You know, I sincerely believe that a star
can have a happy home life and a career.

Oh, yeah, that's right.

If I ever produce a play,
Sandy, which is unlikely.

I'll be sure and star you in it.

I better get back to the office.
I'll relay your proposition to them.

- You'll be hearing from us.
- There's one other thing.

- Now, it's just a small thing.
- What?

There's a stink here.

Smell this paint.
Isn't it awful?

And this color. Do you suppose
we could change the color?

Very unusual.

Hey, look at this.

Come on, don't worry.

What is it?

It's a shoestring.

But I never saw that
shoestring before in my life.

Supposing someone were to offer
you a considerable sum of money...

for the use of your bedroom
wall for espionage purposes...

What...? Espionage?
What's the matter with you?

Do you think I wanna be
blacklisted at this stage of my career?

I think I can vouch for
Ms. Wyler's character.

For the moment.

Our communication section managed
to extricate the body of Mr. Sherman...

from the wall without interfering
with Thrush's eavesdropping device.

I've set up a tape-recording
machine in my room...

for the purpose of keeping them supplied
with plenty of irrelevant information.

If Thrush thinks they're
keeping us busy...

they'll probably try to move
their security files to Europe.

Right away.

I have an idea that
might expedite things, sir.

The answer's no, Mr. Solo.

- You have your assignment.
- Yes, I, uh, know.

Hey, what do you
guys have in mind?

It went dead.

That's enough rehearsing
for today, sweetheart.

Yes, Oakes. What is it?

Carver, you better come down
here. Someone has killed our bug.

What?

- We should repaint that wall.
- Oh.

Yes, but let's do it
smoothly and quietly.

You wait till we come out,
then send your men in, huh?

Yes?

- Hey.
- Aren't you Sandy Wyler, the actress?

- Yes, how did you know?
- Well, I saw you in something.

I think it was
off-Broadway. What was it?

The Metaphysical Toad. We
ran two and a half performances.

The second act brought
down the house, literally.

Oh, here it is. Right here.

Yes, you sang and danced
your way right into my heart.

I had a terrible time
finding you, but here I am.

- Well, what do you want?
- I wanna put your talent to work.

In case you're interested...

the guy with Sandy is the one who left
the bomb in the vacuum-cleaner store.

In case you're interested.

I'll look after the two
painters who went inside.

Oh, don't do any heavy lifting.

I'm an observer, remember?

All right, gentlemen.

Off the ladder. Face the wall.

All right, just continue
with your work.

I'll make sure you don't
paint yourself into a corner.

Channel A.

Yes, sir?

WAVERLY We've done
some research, Mr. Kuryakin.

It seems The Bealer's Club
is run by one Vincent Carver.

He's a top-ranking
Thrush operative.

Used to run their
Los Angeles division.

- Under another name, of course.
- How shall we proceed?

Well, I don't want to make any direct
assaults on their headquarters just yet.

Since Ms. Wyler was nice
enough to lead us there...

we should repay her by
being as cautious as possible.

I think it would be a good idea
if I went into the club tonight.

See if they have their
security files here.

I'm covering the area
with agents, Mr. Kuryakin.

We'll wait for your signal.

Go.

Ba, ba, ba, boo, ba ba.

That's it, hit it. Ba, ba, ba.

Yeah, yeah.

Hey. That's it.

Who is she? What does
she think she's doing?

She's replacing you.

From now on, Farina, you're
going to be the official hostess.

Oh, don't worry, darling.
I'm doing this for you.

You deserve to take it
a little easier for a while.

Sure.

Well, where did
you find this one?

Oh, it was just a coincidence. The
listening device is in her apartment.

I had to get her
out of the place.

Are you gonna tell her
about the organization?

Not for the moment, no.
That will come in time.

- I'll know just how to handle it.
- Yes, I remember.

Farina...

I won't forget you.

Oh, man, she's gonna
be something else.

Oh, thank you,
sweetheart. Mm-hm.

- You hear from Oakes?
- No, why?

He didn't come
back this afternoon.

- Would he have gone without telling you?
- No, I don't think so.

You better go
and check this out.

Find out if anything's
going on in her apartment.

Oh, is our listening
device still working?

I was just down
the monitoring room.

We ought to hear some pretty
interesting stuff in the morning.

- What's the action for tonight?
- I'm breaking in our new act.

Why not?

Oh, by the way, Farina's
out there laying herself out.

If she was my mother,
I'd take her home.

You'll probably get a call
from Thrush Central tonight.

Hey, out.

They should be
very happy to know...

that you're moving the security
records out in the morning.

Those security files are
very important to Thrush.

If U.N.C.L.E. should
get their hands on them...

they could knock out our Western
Hemisphere operations in a matter of hours.

So we have to be very
careful who we rely on.

And if anybody
jeopardized our operation...

- Ha.
- Ha.

Why don't you take Farina with you on
your ride to the girl's apartment tonight?

She could use an airing out.

Where are all those people who
were supposed to be protecting me?

I thought we should have
some time alone together first.

Have you found out anything?

Enough to keep my back out
of place for the next six months.

- About our business.
- Huh?

About our business.

Well, uh, uh...

There's some stairs backstage
that lead down to some storerooms.

Uh, I think they keep the monitoring
equipment or something down there.

Anything else?

Well, there's a truck in
the big storeroom in back.

If that means anything.

Oh, yes.

And I have a date to meet
Carver after we close...

which is about 15
minutes from now.

Well, I don't think I have to
tell you what he has in mind.

Don't worry, I'll try and
help you to break your date.

You better get
back in your cage.

Channel A, please.

Come in.

Tiger Ed and the girl known as
Farina are just leaving the club.

Channel A, please.

An all-unit clearance.
Stand by alert pattern G.

Thrush...

records.

Thrush Agent Eugene Paluzzi.

Office in the International
Oil building, Rome, Italy.

Height, 5'7".

That wasn't at all necessary.

You have a lot to learn
about employee relationships.

I don't care who you are or what
you're up to, just stay away from me.

It seems as if we both
made a mistake, doesn't it?

Yes, Carver here.

Thrush Central? Yes, yes.

No, no, don't worry. The shipment's
going out at 3:00 this morning.

Oakes? Well, I assumed
he came directly back to you.

Yes, I left him in
the girl's apartment.

Yes, goodbye.

I'd... I'd like to apologize about
this evening. It really was all my fault.

Oh, that's all right.

Uh, if you don't mind, I
think I'll go home now.

Oh, no, no. I don't mind. Don't worry.
This doesn't change a thing between us.

Lucky for me, your apartment
adjoins Waverly's office.

Yeah, I suppose it is.

Otherwise I never
would've discovered you.

Oh...

Oh, come on, Ed. There's
nobody here. Let's split.

- Yeah, you first.
- Oh! Put me down.

Any requests?

How about "Hands
up, you're covered"?

You see, I danced my
way right into his heart.

Well, I suppose...

I better sit this one out.

- Baby, you can't do this to me.
- Why not?

Well, for one
thing, it's too hokey.

Ed?

Tiger baby?

All right, turn it off.

I've had a rotten life.

This is, uh, Farina, Mr. Waverly,
one of Carver's accomplices.

Well, you'd better send her to
headquarters for interrogation.

Eh. No, no. That
won't be necessary.

She's sort of, uh, fallen
out of favor, so to speak.

She wants to cooperate with us.

Oh? In what way?

Well, the Thrush
files are in there.

Uh, Carver's shipping them
out sometime this morning.

I know a back
way into the place.

Oh, really?

- Any word from Illya?
- Not yet, no.

Well, it's possible
they discovered them.

Uh, what are you going to do?

Well, if I don't hear from Kuryakin
soon, we're gonna rush the building.

Uh, signal headquarters.

Tell them to send me every
available walking agent, right away.

Mr. Solo...

- Ah, here it is. SOLO:
How do we open it?

I don't know. I... I just
knew where it was.

There's an alarm system
around the edge of the door...

in case someone tries
to break in or remove it.

What are you gonna do with that?

Well, this is a oxylene torch
lighter. I'm going to cut out...

- the center of the door.
- Oh.

Let me have your hands, please.

Girls, tie them up.

I'm sure the entire area is
surrounded by U.N.C.L.E. agents.

But don't let that worry
you. They won't catch me.

And they'll never get
you out of here alive.

It may be a little late...

but I'm sorry things turned
out this way, for your sake.

Oh, that's all right.
It's not your fault.

Hey, come to think
of it, it is your fault.

Well, he's right about one thing.
Our people are all around this building.

We're not finished yet.

Well, everybody seems to be
coming back from the dead tonight.

- Mister, um...? SOLO:
Solo, of the U.N.C.L.E.

Oh.

Drop the cane.

Kick it over.

Turn around.

- You're always fouling me up, aren't you?
- Don't say that, Vince.

I'm sorry I brought him
in here, but I was mad.

- You can't blame me for that.
- No, I don't blame you, sweetheart.

- I'll do anything for you.
- How many men are there outside?

A couple of dozen,
all over the streets.

I better get out of here.

Here's one more for your
collection, sweetheart.

Excuse me.

Rest of you girls, wait
for me upstairs, won't you?

Time to reconsider, Carver.

You're not gonna get
away with it, you know that?

I think I have a special
number for you, kiddies.

Ah, here it is. One of our
auto-destruct numbers.

There's a signal in the last
eight bars of this number...

that will short circuit all
the electrical equipment.

The club burns down.
The records are destroyed.

I escape, and all's
well that ends well.

Is that too loud for you?

Carver, take Sandy with you.

I'd like to save your life,
sweetheart, but let's face it, I'm a heel.

I just never thought
it would end like this.

Oh, I can just see the headline,
"Young Actress Killed in Nightclub Fire."

I bet they don't even
get my name right.

Well, he said, no, he said...
- Italy.

Oh, let's ask him. - Ask him.

Wait. CARVER: Girls.

Girls, girls, girls. I wanna
thank each and every one of you.

You've been wonderful
through the whole nasty mess.

Mr. Carver, what happens to us?

Well, I'm afraid the
show is closing down.

Aw.

You're not gonna leave
us stranded here, are you?

You all need to get
off your feet for a while.

Sleep gas? CARVER:
They'll live to dance again.

But the place'll
burn down by then.

I never thought of
that. You have an idea.

Take this. I have
to go in the office.

Stand over there, in case those
U.N.C.L.E. agents try to get in. Hm?

- But then what'll I do?
- They have to get through you to get me.

Does anyone know how
we're going to get out of here?

I'm afraid we'll just have to
relax and enjoy the music.

My cast has taken
quite a beating tonight.

I might be able
to slip out of it.

Well, Farina, sweetheart, you
know how I hate goodbyes, don't you?

But what do you mean?

It does take you a while
to catch on, doesn't it?

Oh, but, Vince baby,
I'm crazy about you.

Don't do it, Vince. Please.

- Please.
- Sorry, baby.

But that's show biz.

I don't think your magic
wand will reach this far. Drop it.

The Thrush cane also
fires a bullet, Mr. Solo.

I left a man on the wall of her
apartment who could testify to that fact.

Though that might be
asking too much of him.

- Put it down.
- I'm sure to get at least one of you.

- Perhaps even the girl.
- Mr. Carver?

That'll be enough of that,
Mr. Carver. You'll be coming with us.

- You all right, Ms. Wyler?
- Much better than I expected, sir.

- Thank you.
- Good.

Where's all the
smoke coming from?

Oh, downstairs. I'd better
call the fire department.

Mr. Solo will give
you all the details, sir.

Yes, what about those
Thrush records, Mr. Solo?

What, the...?

Oh, yes. Well,
the, uh, the records.

They won't do, uh,
Thrush any good either, sir.

I see.

Well, you can give me the rest
of your report at headquarters.

Good night, Ms. Wyler.

Thank you.

Well, Sandy, have, uh,
you struggled enough?

Freddie, the fellow who owns
the chain of pizza stands...

called me this morning
again and proposed.

So I accepted.

Well, congratulations. I
think you'll find marriage...

a nice change of pace.

Oh, yes.

Oh, but Freddie sold
the pizza stands...

and he bought a summer theater
in the San Fernando Valley. Yeah.

Well, at least I won't have
to go very far for good parts.

- Ha, ha.
- Sort of a permanent leading lady.

Mm. Sounds
romantic, doesn't it? Ha.

Well, I guess I better go.

I gotta meet Freddie
at the airport. Mm.

Yes, Mr. Waverly?

You're supposed to be
on vacation, Mr. Solo.

- Let me speak to Mr. Kuryakin.
- Yes, sir?

Prepare yourself to
leave this afternoon...

for Prague, Mr. Kuryakin.

We've just learned that an
international crime syndicate...

is using a motion-picture
studio for a cover operation.

The Prague office will
give you the details.

Yes, sir.

You mean, after all this,
and what with your arm...

don't you think you'd
better stay here for a while?

What, and give up show business?