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- May I help you, sir? - No, he was first. Go ahead.

- That's all right. - No, I insist. Go on.

- This may take a while. - Thank you. That's very kind of you.

You have some prints for Watson Silvernagle, I believe?

Yes, right here. There you are, 1.25.

All right. Thank you.

Twenty-five and one. Thank you very much.

Thank you, sir.

"Holy smoke and yumpin yiminy...

have a birthday that's winy and women-y." Ha-ha.

Boy, they really turn out the lulus these days, don't they, boys?

I'm just not happy with the focus on this last batch of enlargements.

- Well, we can have... - I know what you mean.

There was a difference last time. I said that to the man.

He said, "Our craftsmanship never varies. Verified by an electronic verifier."

Maybe I've been a little loud here, huh? Well, sorry.

Sir, I think you picked up the wrong envelope.

Oh, really?

- No, no, no. I think you're wrong. - I think you should check it again.

I'm really very sorry.

Now, don't tell me there's nothing in this batch about Project Windfall.

Not so far.

It's routine Thrush documents.

We have most of them already.

There's one on the diamond market.

Here's their plan to sabotage the Olympic games.

We're going to run out of courier drops we can raid.

If this thing, whatever it is...

is as big as all signs indicate, then these packets should be all full of...

- Napoleon. - Find something?

Yes, but it's not on the planning conference.

- It's an U.N.C.L.E. document. - What?

- And it's stamped "File 40." - Well, that's impossible.

Waverly himself can't take anything out of File 40 from the building.

It's genuine.

- Then they've finally done it. - And what a time for it to happen.

Thrush has a man in U.N.C.L.E.

The scanning system tests perfectly. Don't believe it?

Just walk through the door. Or better still, just put your hand through it.

Okay, Fred.

Cut off the alarm! MAN: Right.

You see? Anyone who comes through here...

without first tripping the bypass sets off the alarm...

and then it's picked up on the monitors.

Do you have a backup system?

Yes, sir. I installed it myself over a year ago.

- Heat activated. - How does that work, George?

In the event that the scanner system should fail, it reacts to body heat.

How sensitive is it?

It can detect a passionate grasshopper going by.

You wanna see how critical it is?

I'm sure we can trust your word for it, Mr. Dennell.

It's your opinion, then...

that no one could have got near File 40 without an authorized bypass key?

Yes. It had to be someone with a key.

Well, that would limit it to about, what, two dozen men?

Yes.

Unhappily indicates the person has been with us...

long enough to gain a position of responsibility.

Yes, that could make it anyone over the rank of area chief.

Could even be me.

Miss Drosten from Security and Personnel. It's urgent.

Sit down.

You know everyone here, I think.

Carla. DROSTEN: Napoleon.

- Hi, Carla. DROSTEN: Hello, George.

- May I speak frankly? - Yes, of course.

Well, we've just turned up a discrepancy in

the history of one of our current trainees.

Yes, I see.

How far along is he in our processing?

Third stage. It'll mean detraining.

Unfortunate business. I hate to get into that.

Well, he can't leave with what he knows.

Well, Mr. Kuryakin, will you please take care of it?

Yes, sir.

Thank you very much, Miss Drosten.

- Oh, Carla, could I see you for a minute? - Of course.

Personal business.

Well, Mr. Solo, what do you think?

I think that we're in a bona-fide, first-class, grade-A mess.

To be precise, our whole organization is paralyzed.

I can't issue a single order even, without it immediately become known to Thrush.

What a time for it to happen.

Project Windfall is ready to get underway and we don't even know what it is.

We're going to have to be prepared for the worst.

What do you propose to do?

I propose to turn the whole matter over to you.

Yes, sir.

- A Waverly Ring? - The Priority Ring.

Waverly Ring, if you prefer the colloquial.

For me?

Yes. I think you should wear one.

At least while you're working on this assignment.

Well, I don't mind telling you...

that watching you activate one of those things...

makes me just a wee bit nervous, sir.

I'm not surprised.

Really, there's no danger.

Providing you remember...

that I'm the only one who can take the thing off safely.

Well, since I hate loud bangs, I think I shall remember.

Oh, more a boom than a bang, I'd say.

But no one's to know that you've been issued a Priority Ring...

unless you have occasion to use it for emergency identification.

- Or command. - Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

Make doubly sure that everyone makes a full turn.

I will, Mr. Solo.

What happened that clamped on Procedure 7?

- This is just routine precaution. - Yes, sir.

Thank you.

Thank you.

- Hi, Napoleon. - Hi, George. How are you?

What...?

George, do you have any special clearance to take U.N.C.L.E. papers past this gate?

Well, no, and I don't have any on me, I don't believe.

Well, the scanner shows you do.

I might have written a grocery list on the back of...

No, I got groceries last night. I made myself a note to remember...

But I threw that out because it's a trash paper.

Here the trouble is. It's a note typed in Thrush code.

Code?

Now, think, George.

A document in Thrush code typed on U.N.C.L.E. stationery.

Now, any idea how it could've gotten in your pocket?

I only know that I don't know.

Napoleon, you've known me since I first applied to U.N.C.L.E.

You don't really believe I'm the one.

No. I trust you, George.

But if I ever discover I'm wrong...

I shall personally spread your extremities over the greater part of North America.

Thanks, Napoleon.

Illya? Illya?

I suppose I'm a pragmatist...

and I don't believe all the final evidence is in yet.

- Mr. Waverly, do you believe me? - Hm?

- Do you...? - Beg your pardon?

- Do you believe I'm innocent? - Oh.

Why, yes. Of course.

Well, I wanna say that I certainly do appreciate that, sir.

If I were in your shoes and this had happened to somebody else...

I just don't know what I'd do.

Well, I guess I should get back to work.

Oh, Mr. Dennell...

you won't be going back to work.

- Sir? - I'm ordering you to be detrained at once.

- Good afternoon, gentlemen. - Good afternoon, doctor.

We're supposed to stay here and watch, if you don't mind.

It's a special case.

I see. Well, certainly you're welcome. Won't you sit down?

- Isn't there some way to stop this? - George, just relax. Sit down.

You'll be all right.

Shouldn't we shield our eyes or something?

No, concentration of the beam is necessary for a hypnotic effect.

You might get a little drowsy if you watch from that angle.

You don't have to worry...

about being brainwashed of your own information, if that's what you mean.

Now, Mr. Dennell, I want you to relax and count slowly with me.

- One. - One.

- Two. - Two.

- Three. - Three.

- Four. - Four.

- Five. - Five.

Six.

- Six. - Seven.

Good.

Now, Mr. Dennell...

you will forget everything you've learned while with U.N.C.L.E.

You will wipe your memory clean. Absolutely clean.

All knowledge of personnel rank...

who is responsible to whom, who holds what job.

Call it to your mind.

And now there is a curtain in front of it.

Now, who is Mr. Alexander Waverly?

He's...

a nice man I used to work for.

What is his job?

I don't know.

What was your job with U.N.C.L.E.?

I don't remember.

Well...

that should do it.

- Are you sure this is foolproof, doctor? - Utterly, Mr. Solo.

I've heard that some people cannot be hypnotized.

By parlor hypnotists, perhaps.

But no one can resist this beam, I assure you.

And here's the latest proof:

One, two, three.

George, I want you to tell me...

what is the function of U.N.C.L.E. Section 7?

I don't know.

Otherwise, his memory's perfectly sound.

It's just that any intimate information about U.N.C.L.E. has been erased...

or rather buried so deeply it can never be recovered.

Well, thank you, doctor. Thank you very much.

You're quite welcome.

Come on, George.

Hey! Now, steady. Steady, boy.

They're frequently a little dizzy for a few minutes. It will pass.

Right. Well, thank you again, doctor.

Come on.

Doctor.

All right, George, can you tell us now...

what the basic equipment is in U.N.C.L.E. communications?

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

Well, starting with the smallest, there's the X24 Communicator...

which comes in seven disguises including cigarette pack and chocolate bar.

Then there's the X36 Communicator...

housed in a larger package, such as a briefcase...

but has the advantage of being able to cover a 175-degree arc...

on the earth's surface without a relay station.

Then there's the X54...

- All right, we're convinced. - Come on.

Boy, don't let anybody ever tell you these opaque contact lenses are fun.

Suppose you wanna get in touch with us and you can't get of their sight.

There's a special list of U.N.C.L.E. contacts in public places.

- Memorize that list. - Oh, I will.

What about this? You don't know me.

I come up to you, tell you to follow me, then you hear the sound of a Waverly Ring.

A Waverly Ring commands instantaneous obedience...

no matter what kind of a creep happens to be wearing it.

No offense, Illya.

Well, how's our new member of Operations and Enforcement?

- He's all set, sir. - I guess so, sir.

I must confess I've envied you guys, the kind of action you get in your jobs.

- But now I'm not so sure. - You have my sympathy.

I take it you're clear on everything, Mr. Dennell?

Yes, sir. I guess so.

I'm supposed to act as though I were furious I got kicked out of U.N.C.L.E.

And then let lots of people know that I'm furious and then see what happens.

Very good.

Whoever it was planted that paper in Thrush code...

wanted us to think you were a traitor.

Very well, we'll go along. Maybe we'll find out why.

More important, find out who the real traitor is.

Well, I'll do my best, sir.

- Good luck to you. - Thank you, sir.

Oh, Mr. Dennell, there's one other thing I'd like to discuss with you.

You gentlemen needn't wait.

- Napoleon, is it true? - What?

Oh, George.

Yes, I'm afraid it is... I'm sorry, sit down. Please.

I heard a rumor this morning, but naturally, I didn't believe it.

We were supposed to meet for lunch.

Oh.

And, Napoleon, I know how he feels about me.

Lunch dates make it easy to keep things merely friendly.

- But he didn't show up. - He was being detrained.

- Oh, no. - It's all over now.

I... I just can't believe it.

- I feel as if it's all my fault. - And why is that?

If it's true, then there's something in his clearance file that I missed.

- Not necessarily. - Or else we need new security procedures.

Listen, why don't we talk it over dinner some night?

After all, my rival has left the scene now.

Don't kid about George. Please?

I'm sorry. But the invitation's still valid.

All right.

- Tonight? - Fine.

Oh, I just remembered I have a prior commitment this evening.

It's business, I assure you.

Tonight, yes.

I'm catching a helicopter to the airport in 15 minutes.

I'd say it's a rather a bad time for you to be in Japan.

I agree, but I have no choice.

Bradford's death was most untimely.

He was on the track of that new installation Thrush is building in Kyoto.

How long will you be gone, sir?

Well, I would hope to be able to reorganize the office in a day.

Maybe two.

I'm leaving you in charge of Headquarters operation, Mr. Solo.

Yes, sir.

- Miss Drosten speaking. - Hi, Carla, this is George.

George Dennell, how dare you call me after what happened?

Please, please, I don't know what they told you, but please listen to me.

- Can I see you tonight? - Certainly not.

But after we...

After all we've meant to each other, you just can't...

We have not meant anything, George Dennell.

Well, weren't we even friends?

Yes, we were friends.

Well, then, can't we just talk?

And in federal law, a man is innocent until he's proven guilty.

- George, I think you've had enough. - In every significant legal system...

since the beginning of mankind's recorded history...

has included the principle that a man is guilty until he's proven innocent.

Or the other way around.

In case you're interested, this goes back to the Code of Hammurabi for all I know.

- George, please. - No, no, no. Carla, this is important.

Now, does this principle apply to an employer?

No. They can use you up, take your vintage years, then just toss you aside...

because somebody happened to hear something. And do they need any proof?

Not our dear friends in U.N.C.L.E., they don't.

- George, please. - I know what you mean.

I got an uncle who's a louse too.

I mean, he owns three clothing stores, and when my brother asked him for a job...

No, no, no. Not my uncle. U.N.C.L.E.

U-N-C-L-E.

Yeah.

Well, anyway, our dear friends in U.N.C.L.E. can do anything they please.

Carla, if I were you, I would get out of that chicken-picking outfit...

as fast as I could.

Don't you think it's getting a little loud in here?

How was business tonight?

Well, well, well, if it isn't the great Solo. The Babe Ruth of U.N.C.L.E.-dom.

My pal. The fellow who wouldn't even lift an elbow to help me...

when I was getting kicked out on my ear.

- George. - You know what I think of you, great Solo?

George!

Well, that's what I think.

Gee, I'm sorry, Napoleon.

I was trying to put feeling into the part.

I don't if that helps but I'm glad to hear it.

Hello?

Mr. Dennell, if you would like to discuss a mutually advantageous business deal...

meet me in the parking lot of the Golden Drake at 9 tonight.

Hel... Hello? Hello? Who is this?

They bit. I'm to meet him at 9:00 tonight.

Excellent. Where, where?

At the parking lot of the Golden Drake Hotel.

All right, here. Take this package of gum.

A micro transmitter inside the tinfoil. I can track you up to a half mile away.

Here we are.

Sugarless.

- Trying to lose a little weight. - I like that. Got another piece?

Sure.

It's your last one. Thanks.

I still can't figure out...

why George put the homing device on the wrong car.

Could be inexperience or accident or...

Or he could have done it on purpose, which is an entirely different kettle of fish.

What? George, playing a double game?

Well, somebody is.

Come in.

Napoleon, I think I've found it. - What?

- The mistake in George's files. - There was a mistake?

And I think I know when he got his Thrush training.

He was registered at the university for a year of graduate study...

seven years ago.

But it turns out...

it was one of the study-in-Europe, get-credit-at-home deals.

So while the record shows he was enrolled that year, he...

He was actually in Europe.

I felt sorry for him at first but not anymore.

I, for one, am very glad to see the last of George Dennell.

Quick, give me your communicator.

What? MAN 1: Just do it.

A Waverly Ring.

Here, take it.

- Well, what did he look like? - I couldn't really tell.

Not very tall, medium build. I just couldn't see.

Never mind. I think it's George.

- Go on, 18. - That's it.

He signaled me with a Waverly Ring, so I gave him my communicator and...

- Repeat. Say again? - He signaled me with a Waverly Ring.

- Genuine? - Confirmed.

Thank you.

George Dennell has a Waverly Ring.

What would life be without its little surprises?

Get me overseas relay.

Calling Mr. Waverly.

Total priority.

Hello? Hello, Communications.

Would you please tell me what's so difficult

about trying to make contact with Japan?

We can reach Japan, Mr. Solo...

but Mr. Waverly's plane is headed this way via the polar route.

The aurora borealis seems to be jamming the microwave frequencies...

which make it rather difficult to make contact.

All right, thank you.

Have you still any doubts that it's George?

All right, assuming I am prejudiced about George and I like him...

I still can't conceive of him being a double agent.

What about Waverly? You trust his judgment, don't you?

- He gave him the ring, didn't he? - We think he did.

Until we hear from him, we cannot be sure.

Are you suggesting that George somehow stole one?

I'm only trying to deal with the facts.

- Can you think of anything else? - Nothing.

For a while, I thought it might be that detrainee that Carla uncovered...

who had a lapse in his personal record.

No, he was completely detrained.

And anyway, he doesn't have access to File 40.

This is the most maddening thing.

For a while, I thought it might even be Carla.

- Carla. - It was just an idea.

She has one of the cleanest records. She was recruited just out of high school.

There isn't one moment of her personal life that hasn't been accounted for.

- Solo here. DENNELL: Hi, Napoleon. It's me, George.

- George, where are you? - Listen, I can't talk now.

I want you to meet me at the Hazard Research and Development Plant...

The what?

The Hazard Research and Development on Long Island. Now, listen.

Bring with you the drawings of the new underwater adapter for our .45 Special.

It's File 40.

File 40? I can't take that out of the building.

You have to.

What do you want with Headquarters-security information?

Just trust me, everything depends on it. Goodbye.

Hello, operator? Never mind.

- Hi, going in my general direction? - Hi, go ahead, please.

This is very embarrassing. I...

Oh.

Just a phone number I wrote down. I didn't wanna rely on my memory.

I guess I'll think of it the next time, huh?

A very special phone number, Napoleon?

Now, Carla, really?

It's a natural mistake to make, Mr. Solo.

Look, the next time you write a special number down, use untreated paper.

I'll do that. Yeah.

Mr. Solo. I'm gonna have to run you through again. Just to make sure.

There is such a thing as carrying routine

to the point of absurdity. We're in a hurry.

It doesn't bother me.

You think Mr. Solo would take File 40 documents out of this building?

- I... - I'm sorry. Okay, Mr. Solo, you can go.

Okay, thank you.

Too bad.

I'll have to report him for allowing me to bully him out of doing his job.

The ironies of responsibility.

I'll be in touch.

Right.

Napoleon.

- George, is everything all right? - Come on.

We can talk safely here.

Well, I think it's a nice little place to have a nice little talk.

Did you bring them?

You know, I've never realized that research required quite so much machinery.

- Napoleon, did you bring the drawings? - Yes.

- What are you going to do with them? - May I have them?

George, I have to know what you intend to do with them.

You really do trust me, don't you, Napoleon?

- Shouldn't I? - Why not?

I must be trustworthy. Everybody trusts me.

Including those fellas.

You win some, you lose some.

Night watchmen.

Don't move until I do.

Hi there. I'm from the Alchemy Electronics Corporation.

I thought you might be interested...

George!

George, get the other gun.

All right, stand back.

Well, I must say you didn't break any speed records for getting that gun.

Well, there didn't seem to be any urgency since you were clearly outnumbered.

Well, all right, let's take him.

I've got something to show you.

What do you mean, we've lost him?

There's nothing on his channel but static.

There was the residual hum from the frequency beam...

just the way it's supposed to be, then all of a sudden, it stopped, then static.

- Have you signaled him? - A dozen times.

All right, keep trying.

Not bad, huh?

Better than my little cubbyhole down at U.N.C.L.E.

Oh, I don't know, George, I always thought your office had character.

Actually, this suite has only been assigned to me temporarily...

because there's so many VIPs in town.

- Hey, Napoleon, you want a drink? - Yeah, a little Scotch, George.

All right, all right. Sit down.

Hey, listen, Napoleon, you know that Thrush center in Kyoto?

The one that we figured was being built as their new weaponry-development center?

Well, get this:

It isn't in Japan at all. It's right here.

The Thrush people just started that Kyoto rumor just to throw us off.

- Well, cheers. - Cheers.

I see. So that's why Bradford was killed. Because he was on to it, right?

No, not exactly. Well, partly.

But actually, the real reason, the real reason was to get Waverly out of the way.

They're a real efficient bunch, these guys.

Yes, I've observed that, George.

Yeah, but you see it better from the inside.

George, what I'd like to know...

I mean, is this for real?

Oh, sure. Sure, it is.

This is a nice organization, once you get to know the people.

And besides, it has the added advantage of being kind of an Old Home Week.

Well, would you just look who's here?

It's nice to see you, Carla.

- I hope George has made you comfortable. - We've had a pleasant visit, yes.

Good. How do you like our new facilities?

Gee, I hate to bring business into the party, but you know old, curious me.

Well, it's just a little something that we're calling Project Windfall.

Oh, yes. I've heard about it.

But not enough.

We had no idea how prophetic our title would be.

- Did he bring the drawings? - He said he did.

Oh, come on, George.

- Naturally, I had to say I brought it. I mean... DENNELL: Uh, fellas.

You know I couldn't take File 40 out of the building.

Yeah, fellows, look inside his left sleeve. There's a zipper in the cuff.

Yep, that's it.

George, think of what you're doing.

It is hard to believe, isn't it, Napoleon?

But we were talking about Project Windfall. Come on over and sit down.

It's really very simple.

We are going to capture U.N.C.L.E. Headquarters.

Cigarette?

No, no.

Well, that does sound like fun.

And the fun part is that it's really going to happen.

Napoleon, they've got experts from all over the world in everything...

- just waiting to start. - Mm-hm.

I could give them information on the layout but not concerning security devices.

I was counting on getting that from File 40.

I must admit that the other afternoon, when you intercepted that packet...

I thought we were going to have to drop the whole affair.

But it occurred to me that under the right circumstances...

George might decide to help us.

You see what I mean about a windfall?

I'm sure George could have remembered enough to make the project a success.

But with George and this...

well, they'll never even know what happened.

Sure is lucky you didn't detrain me.

You see? Another windfall.

We were just about to try to find a memory crack through counter hypnosis.

Sorry, we're going to leave you for a while.

The final briefing's about to start. Just make yourself at home.

- Oh, don't worry about me. - I won't.

You're welcome to try our security. Call for help if you like.

Oh, dear, I forgot.

There's an electronic jamming screen around this place.

Only our own frequencies can get through. Too bad, isn't it?

- Most unfortunate. - Oh, excuse me, one last thing.

Now that you've seen the place, obviously you'll have to be killed.

See you later.

Stay over there.

Didn't you hear the young lady offer me the run of the place?

- Just stay over there. - Well, it doesn't matter anyway.

Soon, there won't be any place to have the run of.

What do you mean?

I'm sure you gentlemen can understand my position. If I'm going to die...

I should be able to select the time and the method and who goes with me.

What's that?

You mean Thrush doesn't arm you with self-destruct devices? I'm amazed at that.

All right, just put that right over there on that table.

Well, I'm sorry. It's already armed.

Just a matter of a second and I'll take my...

My superiors indicate to me that is was the most painless way.

Just... Just a minute.

- Just close your eyes. - No, wait!

Look out!

Kill the power.

All right, get him up.

- Get a "drayton thramper" on him. - Right.

Power on again.

What was that you said we should put on him?

This is Solo.

I've climbed above a jamming screen.

If you can hear me, I'm at the Hazard Research and Development Company.

In the main foundry, there's a door...

No! Bring him down.

I'm sorry, Napoleon. Our plans for you are much more imaginative.

I'm telling you, that's all he said.

"If you can hear me...

come to the Hazard Research and Development Company.

In the main foundry, there's a door."

Then there was silence for a few seconds and the static started again.

All right.

Thank you.

I think it's highly appropriate...

that you'll be the first one to test our new disposal facilities.

Well, I'm honored, naturally.

Well, you see, whenever we have to dispose of some unwieldy item...

a body for instance, our machine wraps it in airtight plastic...

so there won't be any embarrassing signs.

And then it attaches some lead weights and a jet-bottle propulsion unit.

It's really marvelous.

Well, does sound clever.

And then the jet-bottle propulsion unit propels it like a miniature submarine...

out to a spot in the bay.

An unusually deep spot.

And the fuel runs out and it sinks.

Sort of Thrush's answer to the population explosion.

Well, as I said, it's untested.

But we feel confident it will work beautifully.

Well, I'll let you know if it doesn't.

Only if it doesn't.

Sorry, we're closed for the day.

Oh, what a shame, and I've come such a long way too.

Never mind. I can handle this myself quite well.

Well...

here it is.

What's the matter, George?

I don't think I'm gonna like this part of it.

Oh, George, don't you appreciate the irony?

The great Mr. Solo himself, your rival and all that.

I never considered him much of a rival.

Of course, you're right, George, but he thought he was.

Well, I wonder how I ever got that idea.

In most ways, I'll miss you, Napoleon.

Much?

I think so, yes.

Well...

that's going to make it easier.

- Napoleon. - Yes?

You must understand. I...

Now...

both of you were saying?

Close the match cover, George.

Get your hands up, George.

Both of you charming people.

That's right, Napoleon. The joke's on Thrush.

Don't let him fool you, Napoleon. His ring is a fake.

Well, that's an interesting situation, wouldn't you say?

I know my ring is real because Mr. Waverly himself put it on me.

He's lying, Napoleon. He was the plant in U.N.C.L.E. all the time.

Me? How can you say that? You ought to be ashamed of yourself.

Ask him about File-40 paper. What about that?

What about that, George?

It was your idea that I pretend to defect.

When I found out about Project Windfall, I thought, boy, if I could get in on that.

To get their confidence quickly was the problem.

And your answer was to give top secrets out of our files, huh?

If that's your idea of helping, I'd hate to have you against us.

It wasn't that way at all. The drawings you brought are worthless.

I test-fired that experimental weapon myself and it's...

It's useless. It's no good. It'll take months to get it right.

And what I found is worth a dozen weapons like that.

Well, that's very persuasive.

- What's your version, Carla? - I don't have a version, only the truth.

I've been a member of Waverly's personal top-secret assignment for over a year.

He issued me a Waverly Ring...

when I discovered we had an infiltrator from Thrush.

He ordered me to join Thrush to find out the identity of the infiltrator.

Since I was working on a similar plan with George...

why didn't Waverly tell me about you?

Let's face it, Napoleon. One of us, either George or I...

was working under U.N.C.L.E. orders that you didn't know about.

- I'm telling you the truth. It was I. - It was me... I.

Would I have freed you when you were treed like a squirrel?

You really looked very funny.

You freed me to try out the machine, Carla.

Oh, and I let you take my gun away from me.

Napoleon, if I was really a Thrush agent...

I wouldn't let a moonstruck look interfere with my orders.

Well, only one of you is telling the truth.

If that is a genuine Waverly Ring, where did George get the one he's wearing?

It's a cheap imitation. They made it up in the Thrush lab.

All right, Carla. Come over here.

- George, right here. - What?

I'm gonna make sure you don't fool anyone else with that.

Take it off.

- But it'll explode. - I said, take it off.

- Look out! - Carla, where are you going?

That's a cheap imitation Waverly Ring. Why are you trying to duck out?

Do you really think you've won anything, Napoleon?

Regardless of what you do to me, you are both still hopelessly trapped.

- George, come here. - Yeah.

- You know how to get out? - I know the general direction.

All right. If we can't get out, maybe we can get someone to come in.

Yes. Try yelling for help.

You've got a very ingenious job of camouflage here, Carla.

However, there's gotta be a ventilating system somewhere.

George, collect everything that'll burn.

Do you really think an installation

like this isn't protected against fire?

Keep walking and don't panic. You're liable to get trampled. Or worse.

This is the way, Napoleon.

Just how are we going to get across a 1-million-volt field?

- This is the way I came in. - All right.

- Hey, get her! - Never mind her, run!

Turn on the auxiliary power.

That was a nice try, Napoleon.

This time, there are no more fuses left for you to blow.

So you might as well drop your gun and come to mama like a good little boy.

Shoot, you fools. Shoot!

And where were you all this time?

Trying to read your smoke signals.

They're even more illegible than your handwriting.

Well, I must confess...

this procedure always makes me feel a bit jittery myself.

There is one thing I'd like to know, Mr. Waverly.

Why did you trust me? You had evidence against me...

and you still trusted me so far as to give me this ring.

Well, security measures are valuable, of course.

But there comes a time when a man must judge character.

In all modesty, I consider myself rather good in that connection.

So perhaps it's just as well I wasn't around

when you were doing your best performing.

Much the same as your having instinctive faith in my ability to do this.

Well, at least I proved I'm capable of working in Enforcement.

- Well, George, I mean, you have proved... - No, I even know how to do this.

Of course... Of course, my work in Section 4 is so darn important.

We could never expect much active help from you when you're needed so badly.

All right, Mr. Dennell, you're much more valuable where you are.

Well, call me when you're in another tight spot.

Mr. Solo? Next.