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Yeah.

Well, don't just sit
there. Do something.

You're free.

Go away.

How would you
like a good swift...?

Here, kitty, kitty, kitty.

Here, kitty, kitty.

Here, kitty. Here, kitty.

Here, kitty, kitty,
kitty. Here, kitty.

Here, kitty. Here,
kitty, kitty, kitty.

Ah. We won't be
needing this, will we?

I wasn't doing nothing.

Found a cat, that's all.

No crime there, is there?

Just found a
stray cat is all I did.

Well, there's nothing
wrong there, is there?

That's for finding him.

Where do you take them?

I don't take them nowhere.

Make it 5.

I take them to Corvy.

Who's Corvy?

Just Corvy. He and his chum.

They've got this whole
house all stocked up with cats.

Loves cats. Hates to see them
walk the streets, you might say.

You know? Pays you for them
if you bring them to the house.

Two bob. Five bob, if
it's a special big one.

Loves big cats, they do.

One more question.

Where do I find this house
with Corvy and his chum?

Sit down.

Do you recognize
the subject, Mr. Solo?

Uh... Benjamin Lancer,
Ph.D., dean emeritus, Harvard.

Possibly, I'm not sure of that.

Science chair in biochemistry
at Trimble College...

national science award for
work in genetic linkages...

and x-ray-induced mutations.

He shared the Nobel
Prize in 1952 for biology.

Retired, uh, three years ago.

That's when this
picture was taken.

Mm-hm.

And I would say that was the
same man about 30 years ago.

This picture was taken
last week, Mr. Solo.

A son?

Well, there's no record
of a son to Dr. Lancer.

Uh-huh.

- It doesn't change the picture any.
- There's another fact you should know.

If these two pictures
represent father and son...

then we must consider the fact
that the two sets of fingerprints...

which accompanied
the pictures are identical.

Well, fingerprints have
been faked before, sir.

I'd like to see both men,
make a positive identification.

Get a retinal
pattern, for example.

I'd like to talk to Dr. Lancer.

You'll have to find
him first, however.

He's disappeared.

Are you going to give me any
hint or shall I start from scratch?

Well, he does have
a daughter, Lorelei.

She's a model for the
House of De Sala in Paris.

Hmm. Well, thank you.

Oh, Mr. Solo.

When you contact Miss Lancer...

please keep it in mind that although you
are investigating a biological mystery...

your relationship with Miss
Lancer on behalf of U.N.C.L.E...

is research of another order.

Duty first.

Will I have time to stop in London
and see Kuryakin in the hospital?

Mr. Kuryakin left the
hospital this morning.

By now he's back
chasing cats in Soho.

Kitty, kitty, kitty.

Yes? I am Madame De Sala.

How do you do?

Enchanté.

"Napoleon Solo."

What do you wish, monsieur?

I just told your charming
young lady the exact truth.

I want to see Miss Lancer.

For what purpose?

Well, it may just
not concern you.

Everything here concerns me.

Do you think because she is a model
you may just come in and just, just...?

Scout's honor. "Just, just"
is the last thing in my mind.

Who are you and
what do you wish?

When those two are answered, I shall
decide if you are to see Lorelei or no.

Thank you. Good afternoon.

I have no trouble
introducing myself...

if it's too much of
a burden for you.

Lorelei, this is a man who
calls himself Napoleon Solo.

Whoever that might be.
He wishes to speak with you.

I would advise you not.

Thank you.

I wanna ask you about
your father, Miss Lancer.

I'm sorry, Mr. Solo, I really
don't wish to speak to you.

Miss Lancer, I must reach your
father. His life may depend on it.

You can reach me here.

You may leave this way.

I'm sorry, child.

I know that was
an embarrassment.

Madame, why didn't you
want me to talk to him?

I am worried about my father.

Leave. Leave us, please.

Um... Please.

Thank you.

Why is because he is the enemy.

In what way?

Because we are women.

How can I explain to you a whole history
of the world which we did not create?

They put it together. They did.

Why do you think
I engage myself...

in the making and
selling of dresses?

Do you, perhaps, believe it
is all of which I am capable?

Do you think I wish
nothing else in life?

I want.

I want that which belongs
to me no less than to a man.

It is power.

A power that is
almost within my grasp.

No, it is not fantasy.

It is not madness.

In a world controlled by men...

I have found a way to
control the controllers.

But you will understand
when you are told.

Where is my father, madame?

I cannot tell you even that.

Please don't press
me. But believe in me.

And do not converse
with that man again.

I beg of you. Your life
may depend upon it.

This needs something more fluid.

Olga, the beads.

She will not talk
to that man again.

And you will see to it.

Uh, camel relay. Research and
Files, please, for Napoleon Solo.

Camel Station.
Research and Files.

Wanda. Good evening.

Oh, hello, Mr. Solo.

Beautiful moon here.
How is your moon?

I don't know. No windows.

Never mind.

I'll share this one with you.

To begin with, it's a little different
than the moon we have at home.

The one we have
here is a girl moon.

And her eyes are open wide...

and her mouth is open
in the shape of an O...

because she's just been kissed.

I'll relay your information to Mt.
Wilson Observatory, Mr. Solo.

Ahem. Actually, sir, uh...

They might ask you to
read a paper on the subject.

The phone is ringing, sir.

Well, what else did you have in mind
when you called this station, Mr. Solo?

- One moment, please.
- That's perfectly all right.

Take all the time
you need to recollect.

Mr. Solo, this is
Lorelei Lancer.

The fact is, sir, I met an
extraordinary woman this afternoon.

A Madame De Sala. And
I'll need a dossier on her.

I'll call you back
in a half-hour.

Yes, Miss Lancer?

- Mr. Solo.
- At your service.

You said my father
may be in trouble.

What sort of trouble?

We can't find him.

- Who is we?
- I work for U.N.C.L.E.

I'd appreciate it if you
kept that confidential.

- Who is it?
- It's Olga.

Come in.

Make yourself a drink.

Well, that doesn't
necessarily mean anything.

My father often shuts himself
off. Sometimes for a year or more.

Who is that?

- Miss Lancer?
- Yes, Mr. Solo, I'm here.

Please, I wouldn't come if
I didn't think it was urgent.

I must know where
I can reach him.

Tell him you'll call him back.

Please trust me, Miss Lancer.

I have to do what
I think is right.

- Mr. Solo.
- Yes?

I haven't seen my father
in more than a year.

I don't know where he is.

But I do have a
way to reach him.

Care of Phillip Bainbridge,
Byram Club, London.

Miss Lancer? Who
is Phillip Bainbridge?

Miss Lancer?

You have been disconnected.

- Good morning.
- Sir Norman.

Is it really you?

How are you, Thwait?

May I say how
delighted we are...

that you honor us with your
presence after all this time.

It has been far too long.

Thank you, Thwait.

You've allowed nothing
to change. Ha-ha-ha.

Despite the years
between, I am at home.

Thank you, sir. Shall I take
you to see Mr. Bainbridge now?

Please.

That's it.

Everyone is so delighted
to see you here again, sir.

Mr. Bainbridge
is over there, sir.

I should like to go
over there by myself.

Very well, sir.

Lancer. Is it really you?

Try me.

What is the Bridge of Lions?

A private chess society.

What was your most recent move?

Queen to black Queen's Bishop 4.

Describe to me the events
of November the 3rd, 1919.

November 3rd is my birthday.

In 1919, I was 37 years old.

You and I were part of the
Mackenson polar expedition of that year.

On November 3rd, we were on
the ice pack north of Greenland...

debating if we should shoot
a polar bear we had tracked.

You said, "If we shoot the old boy,
we shall have to lug him back to camp."

And you said, "The sensible thing
to do would be not to shoot him...

but to train him to
follow us back to camp."

Nearly 50 years ago.

I couldn't believe
the process worked.

I had to come
and see for myself.

But why this Bainbridge?
Why the alias?

You wouldn't want our
secret to leak out, would you?

If only I'd had this
at the right time.

Five more years I needed
and they turned me out.

Norman, now we
can give you 25 years.

Oh! He's forgotten
his medicine, you see.

- Good afternoon, sir.
- Be out of me way, will you, man.

I must give him his medicine.

We do not allow female
persons on the premises.

I am not a female person.
I am a registered nurse.

Nevertheless, you
are not a male nurse.

Do you mean to say that in a matter of
life and death, you would not allow me in?

Under all circumstances...

there has never been a
woman in the Byram Club.

Has none of you a mother?

Those members who have...

arrange to meet their
mothers on the outside.

To whom should the
medicine be given?

I would not trust
you with an aspirin.

I'd offer you my shoulder to cry on,
but we haven't been formally introduced.

But if you like, I'll take
your medicine inside for you.

It is for Sir Norman Swickert.

And he understands the
manner of the medication.

And as for myself, I wouldn't
care to be introduced...

to a gentleman who meets
his mother on the outside.

I'm Napoleon Solo. I have an
appointment with Phillip Bainbridge.

Very good, sir.
Please step this way.

Thank you.

Oh. Sir Norman
is still with him, sir.

Wait here while I go and
see about your appointment.

- Thank you.
- Shall I take the medicine with me?

Well, under the circumstances, I
think I should give it to him personally.

Very good, sir.

Good heavens. A woman.

He's dead.

Send Mr. Jordin in, please.

You wished to see me, Mr. Chang?

Yes.

- Be seated, please.
- Mm-hm.

We noticed a certain interest in
certain matters on the part of U.N.C.L.E.

For example, they
are very disturbed...

because a man named
Phillip Bainbridge was killed.

By Thrush, I assume.

You would think
so, wouldn't you?

Of course, when your
hands are in your pockets...

it is not always possible for one
hand to know what the other is doing.

But in this case, I
think we did not kill him.

We have no information
on Bainbridge whatsoever.

I'll look into it.

Also, U.N.C.L.E. is interested in
Dr. Benjamin Lancer, the biochemist.

They are asking
questions intensively.

I'll look into it.

According to our
dossier on Lancer...

he was very close to a
Professor Alexander Gritsky...

for a number of years.

Nobel Prize in chemistry, 1933.

Yes, they worked together.

I'll look into it.

Also, Professor Gritsky and Dr. Lancer
are both members of the Bridge of Lions...

the chess society.

Sir Norman Swickert?

Yes.

And finally, U.N.C.L.E. has stationed
Illya Kuryakin in London's Soho.

And he has been following cats.

Kuryakin.

Following cats?

Bainbridge, Lancer, Gritsky,
the Bridge of Lions, Swickert.

Kuryakin follows cats.

I'll look into everything.

Good.

Shh.

Get out.

Shh.

Stop.

Get away. Get away, dog.

You're standing in the
middle of the driveway.

It's very dangerous.
People get hurt that way.

This is private property,
sir. And you're trespassing.

Unless, of course, I'm a guest.

You don't look like
a guest to me, sir.

You're an American, aren't you?

Yes, sir, I am.

Good day, sir.

- Ah, it is you.
- Ah, it is you.

I am told to inform you
to wait where you are.

Mr. Fleeton is on his
way here to get you.

Oh, the guard at the gate?

Put your foot away.

You don't look like the kind of girl who'd
stand by and watch me get my neck broke.

You're right. I
shall turn my back.

I did not ask you to come
in. And I do not want you here.

If you do not leave of your own accord,
I will scream down the house, I will.

And the noise will annoy Sir
Norman and he'll be very put out.

Aye, and so will you
when Fleeton gets here.

All right, give
this to Sir Norman.

It is the medicine I gave to you
at the Byram Club this morning.

Exactly. Give it to Sir Norman
and tell him exactly where you got it.

Are you a member of
the Bridge of Lions, sir?

Sir?

Although you feel free
to study those boards...

they are the property
of the Bridge of Lions.

Their examination is privileged
to the membership of that society.

Well, I'm sorry, sir, if I offended
you by looking at the games.

If this is about
today's murder...

immediately I left
the Byram Club...

I went to New Scotland Yard
and made a full statement.

If you like, I shall arrange
to furnish you with a copy.

They already have.

Sir, was Dr. Lancer killed
at the Byram Club today?

"And I do hereby assert of my
own free will and under sacred oath...

that I did this day witness the
death by murder of Phillip Bainbridge."

You haven't answered
my question, sir.

Did you see Bainbridge?

If he'd been Lancer, he'd
have to be 83 years old.

You think he was 83 years old?

Look at my hands.

Did you see Bainbridge's
hands, how steady they were?

When I saw him, he was dead.

Everyone's hands are
steady when they're dead.

Then I will vouch to you that
Bainbridge's hands were steady...

when he was alive.

That's not the question, sir.

The question is, who
was Phillip Bainbridge?

And was he Benjamin Lancer?
And will you vouch that he was not?

This is Benjamin Lancer's board.

We all have our own boards so that we
can play by mail when we're not together.

Did you know that over 30 million
deaths were caused by World War I?

Unnecessary.

An accident of history brought about
by a breakdown of communications.

Not between nations,
but between men.

The men who create history...

who speak for the nations
and say yes and no to fate.

It was then that I
decided to build a bridge...

between the great men and
the great minds of the world.

The Bridge of Lions.

So that the borders of the nations
could not come between these men...

when they desire to
communicate with each other.

Sir Norman...

who was killed at the
Byram Club today?

Queen to Black Queen's Bishop 4.

Sir?

Phillip Bainbridge.

Well, where is
Benjamin Lancer, then?

Dead.

Just as Phillip
Bainbridge is dead.

It's time for your
medicine, Sir Norman.

I take pills...

therefore I exist.

Napoleon Solo on channel.

How shines the moon
down by England's fair land?

Sorry to disenchant you,
my dear. It shines not at all.

Well, that never
stopped you before.

Report, my child, with regard
to a certain Madame De Sala.

That extraordinary woman.

Pure hostility
caused by sheer envy.

Madame was born in 1931.

Her mother died the same
year, father died nine years later.

He was a general and a
member of the Bridge of Lions.

Sir Norman Swickert took the
child into his home to bring her up.

Well, that's a good
beginning for a Victorian novel.

Two establishments
of haute couture.

One for the rich rich,
the other for the poor rich.

All original capital supplied
by Sir Norman Swickert...

who remains a major partner.

Leaving out the
Bridge of Lions...

is there any connection between
either Swickert or De Sala and Lancer?

Uh... Let me see.

There's a biochemist
named Alexander Gritsky...

financed by De Sala's
cosmetics company.

Hormone research. Gritsky
used to be a pupil of Lancer.

Napoleon? Napoleon?

Mr. Solo?

Mr. Solo?

You'd better not be
putting me on, Napoleon.

Mr. Waverly, I can't recover contact with
Mr. Solo and his channel is still open.

Camel Station. Waverly speaking.

Mr. Solo, we're trying to
contact you. Can you respond?

Mr. Solo, can you respond?

Please don't shout.

Mr. Solo is going to have a
very nasty headache as it is.

If he recovers consciousness.

You might send him a
couple of aspirins, if you care.

About three and a half miles
just north of lesser Littlehampton.

Who is this?

A Good Samaritan.

I'm sorry, sir, we're
closed. I'm sorry, sir, we're...

- You like it?
- It's extraordinary workmanship.

- And the jewels look real.
- Well, they are.

Naturally, for a collar such as
this, I need a very elegant cat.

A nice, big, fat one.

Well, I'm a bit confused, sir.

Which do you
wish, elegant or fat?

What I need is the kind of
cat that gets himself stolen.

I see.

Leave it, Professor Gritsky.

You will find a part precisely
similar in the new laboratory.

It is not parts,
it is a totality.

Here is a place where
I come day after day.

And all of a sudden we
are divorced, this room and I.

You see? Here is Corvy.

Whatever you want from
here, he will bring to you.

Now, please come. We must go.

Go with Fleeton.

Start the motor. We shall
be with you in seconds.

You see? You're very
nervous, just like all cats.

You worry a lot.

And you get very frightened.

Give me your hatpin.

You see? Corvy's with you.

There's nothing to be afraid of.

Old friends.

Old, beautiful, beautiful, friendly
cats waiting to be kittens again.

Just like you.

The temperature charts. I
must get the temperature charts.

- We have them, Professor Gritsky.
- Your hat.

Go back to the car.
Go back to the car.

Hello, kitty. What
did they do to you?

How did you
become a little kitten?

You were a big cat
the last time I saw you.

- Illya?
- Napoleon?

Very funny.

Indeed.

Is that who you're looking for?

His name is Corvy.
He collected cats.

I'm looking for a biochemist
named Alexander Gritsky.

Ah.

And he's the man...

for whom Corvy
collected the cats.

Did you know that the
nervous system of the cat...

is the closest thing to the
nervous system of a human?

Did you know that?

Hatpin.

Hatpin.

Well. Hello, kitten.

If Corvy collected
cats and only cats...

where do the kittens come from?

That kitten was a big fat
cat less than two hours ago.

Hmm?

Hatpin.

Hatpin.

I think this is the hat the hatpin
was in before it was in Mr. Corvy.

You know who put up the
money for the House of De Sala?

Swickert. Sir Norman Swickert.

How would you like to go
for a little ride in the country?

Sir Swickert has a
lovely place in the country.

Well, if I can't get
an explanation...

of what you're talking
about, I'll settle for the ride.

Come, professor.

Stay here.

Madam, he is waiting for you.

But it is long past time
for him to be in his bed.

Yes, thank you. Good night.

Please.

Do not keep him too long.

He is like a candle flickering.

Norman?

Norman, I have brought
Professor Gritsky with me.

Professor Gritsky will make
all of his preparations tonight.

And by morning, you will
have your first treatment.

There is a time to die.

Go, please. Make
everything ready.

Cold.

Too late, Raine. Too late.

Time is the enemy.

It wounds you with its days.

We will wound time.

You and I and Gritsky.

I have no purpose to fight.

I remember when they
turned out Winston Churchill.

I was hardly an old man then.

I thought, how
dare they do this?

How dare they?

And then my turn came.

And I was far more
angry because it was me.

Well, I thought, let
them get on without me.

Hmm.

They did.

But what have they done?

Is this the kind of world
you would have made?

I ran out of time.

I don't want it now, Raine.

To lie awake wondering how to
move puny people to great purposes.

When I was 10 years old...

I was in love with you.

I would say to myself...

one day I will marry him.

How I raced.

How I raced to grow up fast.

Do you remember...

when I was 16 and I
would sit by your side...

with my head on your lap?

I love you still, my Norman.

Yes, you have run out of time.

But that is all.

And we can give
that back to you.

Do you remember the
power you once had?

It was in you.

When I was a very little girl and I would
learn you were going to go into a room...

I would race to get to
that room before you.

The room itself would change.

If there were people in it...

they would stop and wait...

and listen to what
you would say to them.

How I longed then
to take your hand...

and walk with you
through the halls of power.

To feel that terrible strength
going from you into me.

And it shall be.

Take my hand, Norman...

and let me lead you
back to greatness.

You should be saying, "Romeo,
Romeo, wherefore art thou, Romeo?"

- Well, I...
- No, I'm not what you think I am.

I'm enough of a lady so that I wouldn't
know how to think what I think you are.

I'd like to introduce you to my
chaperon. Mr. Kuryakin, this is Miss Sweet.

Well, if you're going to be looking at me
in my nightgown you should be red-faced.

I think all that's necessary
is that we speak to the girl...

and orient her as to who
we are and what we are...

and the principles that
we stand for and I think it...

Soon.