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Time is the enemy.

It wounds you with its days.

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 had? It was in you.

When I was a little girl and I learned
that you were to go into a room...

I would race to get
to that room first.

How I longed to
take your hands...

and walk with you
through the halls of power.

To feel your terrible strength
going from you into me.

And it shall be.

I have no purpose to fight.

I remember when they
turned out Winston Churchill.

And I thought, "How dare
they do this, how dare they."

Hm. And then my turn came.

Take my hand, Norman.

And let me lead you
back to greatness.

There is no change.
There is no change.

What do you think we
are? Science fiction?

We are like those hormone creams
you advertise in the magazines?

Smear on, smear off. And
underneath is a new face?

- I thought it would be finished.
- It is begun.

The whole metabolism of
the body is in a new order.

We don't do this, the
body does it by itself.

Cell by cell.

Go in and help Professor
Gritzky with Sir Norman.

Yes, ma'am.

Good morning.

Your friend having
a little trouble?

Little enough. He's dead.

That's very unusual.

Seventy-three percent of all
accidents happen in the home.

Very rarely do you find
somebody who dies in a wine vat.

I think his heart
gave out. Sheer terror.

Killed him.

Jordin is the name, J-O-R-D-I-N.

Insurance game, in a way.

Most insurance men sell you
something to settle the damages...

after something happens.

My specialty is prevention.

Now, who carries your papers?

Oh, it goes this way and that.

Sometimes I carry
my own paper...

and sometimes I get
somebody to underwrite me.

Thrush, for example.

Ah, the world is full of birds.

I don't suppose you would mind answering
a couple of questions, would you, Mr. Solo?

Actually, Mr. Jordin, I answer
questions much better...

when I'm not standing at
the bottom of a wine vat.

Next time, you'll play dead
and I'll make up the reasons why.

Quiet, please.

And now, if you don't mind...

take off your jacket, please.

Just drop it anywhere.

And the gun.

I've already been
relieved of that.

The holster, then.

And one shoe.

Either one.

Thank you.

Pull the ladder up, Jack.

I'll have to remember this
one-shoe bit. It's very good.

Throws you just enough off
balance to slow you down a bit.

Gives me a little edge.

Sit down, please.

Sit on your hands.

Palms up, if you don't mind.

Makes it harder to
get up again, doesn't it?

That's my impression.

I don't mean to complain, you've
been very nice and all that...

but it is a little cold in here.

Thank you.

Now, we can get down to cases.

Review the data, bring
everything up to date.

And go on from there.

Now, we...

We have a biochemist named
Lancer who disappears for a while.

And the next time we see
him, he calls himself Bainbridge.

And appears to be
30 years younger.

Is appearance reality? Is
Bainbridge really Lancer?

Now we look and another
biochemist disappears.

A former student and
associate of Lancer's...

called Professor
Alexander Gritzky.

What is U.N.C.L.E. agent
Napoleon Solo's interest in all this?

Now U.N.C.L.E. sends another agent,
Illya Kuryakin, to the London Soho.

Kuryakin follows cats.

- Questions: Why does Kuryakin...?
- Lazarus.

I beg pardon?

Lazarus, the chap
who rose from the dead.

Oh, Mr. Jordin.
Look out, Napoleon.

I thought you had a little more
style than to try an old trick like that.

I don't know what you mean.

- Well, money clip, I'm surprised at you.
- It is also a bomb.

- Really?
- Really.

Really?

Really.

Life, gentlemen,
is rarely plausible.

It seems now there exists an
effective process of rejuvenation.

Well, see for yourself.

Sir Norman Swickert.

These pictures were
taken a few days ago.

When he announced
his return to political life.

So the Lancer-Gritzky
process is working.

It seems to make all of our trouble
worthwhile after all, doesn't it?

Yeah, almost.

The prospect of Thrush members
being able to rejuvenate themselves...

isn't very comforting.

Oh, gentlemen, you've got to search out
Dr. Gritzky and this miraculous process...

before Thrush does.

Now that Thrush is
definitely in the picture...

perhaps Sir Norman
will be more cooperative.

I'm not sure we'll get much
cooperation from Norman Swickert.

Neither am I.

But I do know that
for all his extraordinary

political cunning
and ambition...

he's basically a decent man.

I suggest you begin
your research with him.

- Oh, I know.
- Oh, I say, there...

Sir Norman.

You understand the
need to have a statement.

Sir Norman, you look very good.

Hello, Sir Charles.

How are you?

Good to see you all again.

How do you do?

Just wonderful.

Excuse me for one moment, please.
- By all means.

You think they
can do that to me?

Gentlemen.

Well, I must say, you look a good
deal younger than the last time we met.

So it appears.

We shall have to
have your secret, sir.

What secret?

Whether or not you
describe it as a miracle...

a genuine process of
rejuvenation does exist, doesn't it?

- Does it?
- Yes.

Developed by Dr. Lancer...

and Professor Alexander Gritzky.

- Go on.
- And since Dr. Lancer is dead...

the power of the process
remains with Professor Gritzky.

A fair deduction.

Will you tell us where
Professor Gritzky is...

- so we can protect him?
- From whom?

There are probably Thrush
agents in the Byram Club right now.

Ready to snatch your secret
and put it to their own use.

Mr. Solo, you are laboring
under a terrible misapprehension.

The only secret in my possession
is my marriage to Madame De Sala.

That will only be a secret until tomorrow
when it is announced in all the papers.

Sir Norman, a truly effective process
of rejuvenation is no joking matter.

I quite agree, but until
one has been discovered...

I can only recommend
the one I have tried.

Marriage to the right woman.

What you see in me is only a
reflection of what my wife sees.

And now, if you'll excuse me...

I have a great number of
people waiting for me outside.

Good day, gentlemen.

I must say, Sir Norman is everything
the Swickert legend says he is.

All right, where do
we go from here?

Well, what if we were
Thrush? What do we want?

- Do we want Sir Norman, or do we want...?
- Want what?

I think our friends from Thrush
have been eavesdropping.

Oh, well, it won't
be the first time.

Let's see what kind of an
earache we can give them.

Too late my friends,
too late. Shall we go?

All right, spread out.

Bring the stretcher.

- Time to go.
- In one moment.

Have you been introduced?

What is it, Norman?
You seem so preoccupied.

The secret of my rejuvenation
is being sought by others.

Something called Thrush.

It would be a disaster
if they got hold of it.

Professor Gritzky is the only
one that knows the formula.

And they will never find him.

I'd feel better if I
knew his whereabouts.

It is safer if only
one of us knows.

There's a draft here somewhere.

When did the brown spots appear?

I noticed them this morning.

Well, it is all
precisely on schedule.

Professor Gritzky will
be here in the morning.

In other words, I'm
growing old again.

But I told you,
Professor Gritzky will be

here in the morning
to give you a treatment.

You never told me.

You mean, I'm to receive
treatments once a month?

Is that so terrible?

- You lied to me.
- I didn't.

I just didn't tell you
everything. Don't you trust me?

I love you, Norman.

- I love you deeply.
- Do you?

Norman, please, do not
withdraw yourself from me.

How can I? How can I? I am
bound to you closer than if by chains.

How many women have
lived a prisoner of some man?

A father, a husband, or a lover.

Have you ever
thought of it, Norman?

I always thought that you at least were
free to do what you wished with your life.

Was I?

I would have gone into
politics, but I was not allowed.

I was a female.

So you bought me a little millinery
shop to keep me out of mischief.

Well...

they say there's no
fool like an old fool.

And I was fool enough to delude myself
into believing that you could love me.

But I do love you.

No, my dear,
there's no love in you.

Only a love of power.

That's why you married me.

This is a man's world, Norman.

Is there any other
way open to a woman?

How long would it take,
supposing Gritzky does not come?

He will come. He will
be here in the morning.

I love you, Norman.

You mean you own me.

Here.

Napoleon Solo and
Illya Kuryakin responding.

What further
developments, Mr. Solo?

It's very quiet here, sir. Mrs. Swickert
has made two calls to Paris this morning.

Second was answered by the police, so
she knows about the murder and kidnapping.

Anything on your end?

We picked up the ambulance
they used to carry Gritzky.

They left it at a
small private airport.

And then continued
on with Gritzky by plane.

That's the last we
know of them, to now.

So stay with it, Mr. Solo.
You and Mr. Kuryakin.

They must certainly try
to contact Mrs. Swickert.

Yes, sir. We
shall be there, sir.

Oh, let's hope so, Mr. Solo.

Hello?

I'd like to speak to
the lady of the house.

Yes, I'm listening.

Jordin is the name, J-O-R-D-I-N.

Insurance with a difference.

We prevent sickness or
accident before it happens.

Yes?

We recently acquired a client
who may need some prevention...

by the name of
Alexander Gritzky.

I am listening very carefully.

Yes, well, in view of the present
condition of your husband...

we thought we might kill
two birds with one stone.

I'd like to get together with you
and discuss the whole package.

Why don't you
get into your car...

and take a little drive
by way of Marsh-Ealing?

Just go straight on through the
village and see what happens after that.

Good morning, Miss Sweet.

- What do you want with him?
- Now, just be quiet.

- You are to take your hands off of him.
- I'm trying to awaken him.

You'll have no luck with
it, I can promise you that.

The man is asleep
with a heavy sedation.

So you can spare yourself the
effort and keep your hands off of him.

- Napoleon Solo.
- Napoleon...

Lady Swickert's
car is approaching.

All right, I'll talk
to you later, Illya.

Excuse me.

You've crumpled my fender.

Will you please get
your car out of our way?

You've crumpled my fender.

- Will you please move that car?
- Yes, ma'am.

- Lady Swickert, I presume.
- Yes, it is.

And I'm willing to concede
absolutely that it is our fault.

Now, will you
please let us get on?

The insurance, do
you have a pencil?

I'll give you my insurance...

Formalities, you know.

- Fleeton.
- Would you mind awfully if I...?

Something to lean on, don't
wanna damage the paint.

- Fleeton, will you please hurry?
- Yes, ma'am.

Here you are.

- All right.
- Yes.

This is insurance and your pen.

Thanks, awfully.

Good morning.

- Was that really necessary?
- Oh, he isn't dead.

I just put him to sleep
with a tranquilizing charge.

Mind you, I'll have to have him killed if
I can't come to an agreement with you.

- As you did with Olga.
- Self-defense there.

- I think we should talk very directly.
- Yes.

Last night, before we
took Professor Gritzky...

you had power, now you don't.

If you want us to, we
will give it back to you.

- Who is your we?
- Thrush.

And what do you require of me?

Oh, simply that from time to
time, as you guide your husband...

through the treacherous
paths of political decision...

you allow yourself
to be guided by us.

I see.

Why is there no sound of her?

She's thinking.

Very well, I shall
do it for my husband.

Lucky man.

I'm glad he is asleep
and cannot hear that.

Well, if he had heard it, he
would have had to believe it.

And where would he find the
wanting to live in that case?

Man's fate, my dear. You must
take the bitter with the sweet.

You're not as wise as you
think. You're not wise at all.

You're nothing but a young
man without any feeling.

Mr. Solo, do not
force him to know.

It would be an unkindness
such as you could never imagine.

Oh, last night he
was so content.

Looking forward to this evening.

What's happening this evening?

There is to be a meeting with a great
many of the most important political men.

Ah, he was working
on his speech.

He read me parts
of it from time to time.

Oh, he's a
spellbinder, that one.

Such joy he had last night.

Overseas relay, Channel
D. Napoleon Solo.

Yes. Come in, Mr. Solo.

May I assume, sir, that you know
Sir Norman Swickert very well?

Since before you
were born, Mr. Solo.

I think you should come to
England and talk to him personally.

I have it on good
authority that...

I'm a very young man
and not wise enough.

That there's going to be a decisive
meeting tonight at Sir Norman's house.

Oh, well. All right,
I can just make it.

All right, Mr. Solo. I'll
join you there tonight.

Thank you.

Get his medicine. It's
on the table over there.

No, no, Mr. Solo.

Back to the old wine
press for you, I'm afraid.

Come on, professor.
We haven't got all day.

Enormous strains on the
heart take place in this process.

This man is in no condition
to undergo a treatment now.

His pulse is racing, his systolic
pressure is dangerously high.

It is only the excitement.

I do not kill anyone
for anybody.

I am a scientist, I do
what is the right thing to do.

Be careful, professor.

With a small additional effort, it should
be possible to replace you with a computer.

This isn't leading us anywhere.

Why don't you let me talk
to the good professor alone?

After all, it's my life
he's worried about.

I'm certain I can
persuade him...

of the absolute necessity
of going through with it.

Very well, but
don't be too long.

Stay here and keep
an eye on things.

I am in a situation that does
not allow consideration of fragility.

You do not understand
what is involved here.

You do not understand
what is involved, Sir Norman.

We reverse all the metabolic
processes at an accelerated rate.

We go too fast,
you end up as a boy.

A dead boy.

All I need is a few
more hours of strength...

to do what has to be done.

It is a great risk, Sir Norman.

Great causes
require great risks.

When in doubt, press
on, my friend. Press on.

Excelsior.

There is no one to
help us but ourselves.

- Lady Swickert?
- Yes.

I'm Alexander Waverly. I'm
an old friend of Sir Norman's.

I happened to be in London, I couldn't
leave without paying my respects.

I'm sure Sir Norman
will be delighted.

Mr. Jordin will take
care of you, mister...

- Waverly.
- Oh, I'm so sorry.

I'm very bad at
remembering new names.

Would you excuse me, please?

Gentlemen, shall we go in?

Will you please come
with me, Mr. Waverly?

- So you're Jordin.
- Your humble servant, sir.

Young man, if you had half the
manners you pretend to have...

you would have first allowed
me to get rid of my coat and things.

Then you would have
pointed your gun at me.

A nice point, sir. My apologies.

With regard to your apologies,
you left me my umbrella.

What makes you think it's
so innocent as it seems?

Anything can be
built into an umbrella.

Once more, I stand corrected.

- And once more, I apologize.
- Yes, apologies, apologies.

But when one has good manners,
there's no need to apologize.

Where is Sir Norman?

It may be a little while
before he can see you.

Meantime, let me show
you where you can wait.

Mr. Solo, there you are.

And a young lady
with you, of course.

Miss Sweet, Mr. Waverly.

- How do you do, sir?
- Miss Sweet.

What's a nice girl like you
doing in a place like this?

I'm afraid this trip
wasn't necessary.

I would have let you know sooner
but they cut off my mailing privileges.

Mr. Solo, I wouldn't have
missed this excursion for anything.

However, I must be back in New
York by tomorrow noon, latest.

So I'm afraid we're going
to be somewhat pressed.

No pun intended.

I still think I should not have
allowed you to talk me into this.

- I do not like the way your heart beats.
- I feel fine.

This is a great thing you've
discovered, you and Lancer.

The dream of the ages
realized. A fountain of youth.

What a temptation to a
man fighting the onset of age.

Is that so wrong?

Yes, it is.

It's a terrible thing when a
dream becomes a nightmare.

I've lived with it for some time
now. I know what it's done to me.

It's made me a helpless puppet in the
hands of those who control the process.

But, Sir Norman, they
do not have the formula.

It is only I who
possess the secret.

How long do you suppose it will be
before they force you to disclose it?

I have thought of this
many times, Sir Norman.

I am afraid it is too late now.

Not if we bury the
secret right here and now.

Then you will have to bury...

You'll have to bury
me with the secret.

That is the hardest part of it.

And now that I
understand you better...

let me remind you of the
consequences of any betrayal.

I'm sorry, professor, but
you do understand, don't you?

You'll have all the time in
the world for explanations later.

Right now, you
have to get changed.

You have a room full
of guest waiting for you.

Goodbye, professor.

I hope you know
what has to be done.

We never did settle the matter of
my broken fender with Sir Norman.

Would you mind opening
the gates like a good fellow?

No visitors tonight.

Some other time perhaps.

I hope I didn't embarrass you.

It's not my habit
to disrobe in public.

But this time, I'm afraid,
there's no help for it.

You can open your
eyes again now.

Research and Development
are rather proud of this device.

They produce it in three forms.

Explosion.

Ultrasonic.

And this is an incendiary
device of some sort, I believe.

Mr. Solo will do the honors.

And if you and I are wise, like
Lot's wife, we'd better not look.

My contention is that
the advantage to a man...

imprisoned in a closed
container of this kind...

it affords him ample privacy
to contrive his escape.

Oh, ladies first.

Once one is in a closed container,
even if he has the means at hand...

he is forced to eliminate high
explosive as a means of escape.

Unless he wants
to blow himself up.

Or in.

This would actually be...

to escape by blowing himself in.

Yes?

Where's your friend?

Ah, Mr. Kuryakin,
I'm glad you came.

Here, you take
this. I don't want it.

Now, Mr. Solo.

If you and your associate
here will search out Dr. Gritzky...

Miss Sweet and I will join
the others in the house.

Come on, dear.

Good luck, darling.

Good evening, gentlemen.

You all know me, you know
my reputation for punctuality.

I'm late tonight.

But if I'm to look good at my age,
the preparation takes a little longer.

We are gathered in this room here
tonight to discuss the future. My future.

But it is your future
that concerns me here.

My sudden and miraculous
return to strength and vigor...

is only an illusion.

But even an illusion can be a sinister
weapon in the hands of the enemy.

Think of the consequences.
The riots, the panic in the streets.

The thought of being left alone
with death could upturn the world.

A few minutes ago, I tried
to kill a gentle, kind old man...

to prevent him from being
made use of by the enemy.

Unfortunately, I waited
too long to pull the trigger.

Don't you make the same mistake.

You must destroy...

You didn't expect
this, did you, Norman?

Neither did I.

The wounds of time
are never healed.

They just grow
old with time itself.

Professor Gritzky.

Here are his notes.

You hear something?

Looks like he had an
overdose of his own medicine.

Good thing for all of us,
at one time or another.

I'll have the professor's
notebook, Mr. Kuryakin.

Toss it over here. Carefully.

Jordin, why don't you give it up?
- Why should I?

I have the notes, we'll
duplicate the process.

And after I destroy
the machine...

I will have sole possession
of the late Dr. Gritzky's secret.

I wouldn't do
that if I were you.

I'll be with you
in just a minute.

The doctor booby-trapped the
machine. It said so in his notes.

Well, thanks for
letting me know, lad.

Well, at least he won't have to
worry about getting any older.

No luck, gentlemen?

No, it's beyond the
ability of the computers.

They are unable to decipher
the formula. Thank you.

Strange.

Locked in this book is the
secret of immortality, perhaps.

Why do scientists always insist
on keeping their notes in code?

They were able to decipher the
notebooks of Leonardo da Vinci...

in a little less than 300 years.

That should offer us some hope.

I'm afraid, gentlemen, in my
position, and in my time of life...

that's much too long to wait.