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I wonder what the
artist was trying to tell us.

ILLYA: Well, I have a
feeling we're about to find out.

A beautiful piece of
Latin art. Don't you think?

Exquisite, um...

Actually, we're more
interested in something...

in the private
Waverly collection.

Of course. Perhaps there is
something inside that might interest you.

[GUNSHOT]

[GASPING] Conquesta
Fencing School...

Thrush experiment.

Supermen...

plan to kill many people.

Greg Mar...

[SIGHS]

I'm sorry, Miguel.

I'm sorry.

[GUNSHOT]

ILLYA: Cover me.

[CAR DOOR CLOSES]

[ENGINE REVVING]

[SOLO PANTING]

Miguel?

He's dead.

Well, was he able
to say anything?

Something about
a fencing school.

Supermen.

The Conquesta Fencing School.

[MEN GRUNTING]

[CROWD CHEERING]

[CROWD CLAPPING RHYTHMICALLY]

[LAMB WHISTLES]

We're ready, Dr. Stoller.

Oh, yes.

Thank you.

Number 7, uh...

Number 7, I have
a slight concern.

Yes, doctor?

Your coordination
seems less perfect lately.

Do you wish to report
any physical defects?

Nothing, doctor.
I'm in perfect health.

Hmm, very well.

Perhaps I'm mistaken.

Number 3.

Doctor.

I'm interested in the progress
of your controlled reactions.

I think you'll find
them excellent, sir.

Miss Lamb, if you will, please.

Now a reaction, Number 3.

Excellent. Very heartwarming.

And very convincing.

Now, let us move to
more important matters.

Today marks the end
of our long experiment.

Each of you possesses the
most perfect body and mind...

it is possible for a
human to achieve.

Now, Thrush has asked
for a demonstration.

A test to see how my perfect young
men perform under actual field conditions.

A suitable exercise has been devised, and
a test site selected by Thrush European.

You, Number 3,
will be our example.

I'm honored, doctor.

The International Fencing
Championships are being held in Austria...

a most convenient
cover for our purposes.

You will go there
as a participant.

Do well, Number 3. Reflect
credit upon our group.

It will always be my first
consideration, doctor.

Commendable.

A pity one of your colleagues
cannot demonstrate similar perfection.

Are you citing a defect
within the group, doctor?

Number 7 seems to
have suffered optic injury...

which he's hesitant to admit.

His failing vision forces him
to act with the emotion of fear.

He has lied to cover
his imperfection.

You made self-preservation
a strong reflex, doctor.

A lie was necessary
to protect myself.

Lies are weapons to be used
against your enemies, not against me.

The injury is healing.

My eyes are better now.

A few more weeks, and
I'll be able to see perfectly.

STOLLER: Notice the
reflex of fear, gentlemen.

The dilation of the nostrils, the
moist pallid condition of the skin.

It is a repulsive trait at best.

There's no room in the group
for defective behavior pattern.

STOLLER: I knew I could depend
on your judgment, Number 3.

Give me another week.

That's all I need.

[YELLS]

[GREG GRUNTS, NUMBER 7 YELLS]

NUMBER 7: Plea...
Aah! GREG: Unh!

[GREG GRUNTS]

Open Channel R.
Double-A priority.

SOLO [OVER RADIO]: Solo here.

Napoleon, where are you?

SOLO: Seventeen kilometers
from Acapulco. We should be...

We have reason to believe
that Acapulco lead was incorrect.

Please pull over and stand
by for Code Yellow message.

Repeat, please pull over and
await Code Yellow message.

Code Yellow, Code Yellow.

Computer verification as
prescribed in Manual 12X1.

The Conquesta Fencing School in Acapulco
was destroyed by fire six days ago.

All personnel connected with it
have been checked out and cleared.

Repeat, the Conquesta Fencing
School in Acapulco no longer exists.

LISA: All former personnel
have been cleared.

Hmm, charming.

We have uncovered a school
by that name in Guadalajara.

Repeat, there is a school
by that name in Guadalajara.

Well, back to the
last crossroads.

A quick course in fencing?

Yes, it's just one of
those wild ideas you get...

the spur of the
moment, you know.

Something to tell the
folks back home about.

Well, of course. Of course.

Please observe, our students are
devoted to the mastery of their skills.

Lunge, parry, lunge and parry.

It is repeated over and over again
until there is perfect symmetry...

and beauty in every move.

Ahem, some of your
advanced students, I presume.

Oh, beginners.

If you wish to see an expert in
action, come with me, I'll show you.

Miss Lamb, we have guests.

Would you be kind
enough to play the film?

Of course, doctor.

Here is where we develop
our posture and form.

Yes, I can see.

You will notice that we have
the very latest equipment.

It is an extremely
effective teaching aid.

Ready, doctor.

Notice the young
man on the right.

See the delicacy of his thrust, the
swiftness of his parry and retreat.

Thrust, parry,
thrust, parry, touché.

Excellent. Oh, superb.

- Well, gentlemen?
- He's not bad.

Oh, my prize pupil, Greg Martin.

Perhaps you have heard of him?

- Sorry.
- [MOUTHING] No.

Uh, no matter. In a few more
days, it will be quite another story.

Young Martin is
right now on his way...

to the International Fencing
Championships in Austria.

He will win great honor for
himself and his fencing master.

Now, how about those lessons
that you were interested in?

Actually, I'd like to give
it a little more thought.

Yeah, it... It's a
little too difficult.

- Well, any time you should decide.
- We'll keep in touch.

That is splendid.

Heh.

I think we can expect
our tourist Americans to

be on the first
available flight to Austria.

U.N.C.L.E.?

Well, undoubtedly, they were the two
who were chasing Number 3 last night.

But if they go to Austria,
won't that interfere...

with Number 3's mission?

Well, Number 3 is to prove
himself under the most realistic...

and difficult
conditions possible.

Of course.

You will contact Number 3
and extend our felicitations.

Tell him we have sent him two
U.N.C.L.E. agents to amuse him.

[LAMB DIALING PHONE]

[RADIO BEEPING]

Kuryakin here.

I'll dispense with the
niceties, gentlemen.

Intelligence has given
us a preliminary report.

They have reason to believe that
Thrush intends to use this Greg Martin...

to destroy a population
segment within a few days.

Well, a population
segment can be anything, sir.

Every city, town and village
in the world is a possibility.

Well, the data we have indicates
that southern Europe may be involved.

Turkey or Greece, perhaps.

But we're on our way to Austria.

Well, consider the possibility that two
clever and intelligent U.N.C.L.E. agents...

are being led on a wild-goose
chase by an 18-year-old superman.

Well, we'll consider it, sir.

I suggest you take this young man
into custody as quickly as possible.

By whatever means necessary.

Out.

[MEN GRUNTING]

GREG: Touché.

[PEOPLE CHATTERING]

CHRISTINE: Oh, excuse me, I
just wasn't looking where I was going.

Excuse me.

Why, you're an American,
aren't you? So am I.

But I guess you can
tell that, can't you?

I... I'm Christine Hobson,
I'm from Oklahoma City.

- Greg Martin.
- Well, hi.

I suppose you're just staying
long enough for the championships.

Uh, unless you're planning
on seeing some of the sights.

I'm on a world tour myself. It's a
graduation present from my father.

How nice. Excuse me.

Oh...

The name is Martin, Greg Martin.

He arrived from New York
approximately 12 hours ago.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Yes, well, uh, yes, will you
please check your guest list again?

I'll hold on.

Welcome to our
friends of America.

On behalf of the management,
I have been asked...

to deliver this television receiver,
free of charge, to your room.

A gift to our friends
across the sea.

Uh, where, uh...?

Can I put it down, please?

Uh, put it... Any
place would be fine.

Thank you.

What is that?

Welcome to our friends of America.
On behalf of the management...

Never... Never... Never mind.
I'll tell him later, thank you.

- I turn it on for you, please?
- No.

No, just get away from it.

Um. Thank you. Welcome.

Eh... Eh... Goodbye.

What's wrong?

The picture tube
has a crack in it.

Now, the vacuum in a real picture
tube would cause it to implode...

with a flaw like that.

Let me take another look.

It's not even a picture tube.

It's a plate glass
hiding something.

Wait a second.

[DEVICE BEEPING]

Easy, easy, easy.

Do you have a pin?

Yeah. I think it's set to
go off any second. Here.

ILLYA: Neutralize this.

It's gonna go any second.

[DEVICE BEEPING FASTER]

[DEVICE STOPS BEEPING]

Greg Martin. I suspect
he knows we're here.

I would like a
table somewhere...

Right there.

Yes, this will be just fine.

Yes, I... I think I'd like to start
with a martini on the rocks...

with an olive in it.

With... With a pimento.

Would you change that
to a double cheeseburger...

and a chocolate malt?

Oh, and... And
don't forget the olive.

If this is a Thrush hangout,
the boys must eat pretty well.

Let's hope Greg Martin
is one of the boys.

Would the gentleman
care for some dessert?

Nothing.

May I suggest a second
consideration, sir?

- We have excellent strudel.
- I said, no.

Possibly chocolate Bavarian.

Or something even
more appetizing...

such as this.

An excellent
suggestion. Very good.

Christine Hobson, isn't it?

Why, Mr. Martin, now,
where did you come from?

There's no time to
explain. I need your help.

That man there by the
door wants to kill me.

I'm just looking for
someone, thank you.

He what?

Do you have a car?

Well, yes, a rented
one. It's right outside.

Could you drive it around
back and meet me there?

Well, shouldn't we call the
police or something first?

There's no time.

[WAITER GRUNTS]

Oh, goodness me, look
what I've done to your suit.

- I am so sorry.
- Oh.

Well, I'll pay for that.
I'm Christine Hobson.

Just have the cleaners
send me the bill.

SOLO: It's all right, Miss Hobson, no
damage done. I'm all right. Thank you.

Oh, uh, uh. Let me just see if
I can wipe a little more of that.

Illya.

[PEOPLE SCREAMING]

Our young genius has
found himself a girlfriend.

So I noticed. Did you
get a good look at her?

We met over a bowl of soup.

Vichyssoise.

You were very brave back there.

Don't let me fool you.
I was scared to death.

But you were still
willing to help me.

Are you really concerned
about what happens to me?

Yes.

Do you always
feel so protective?

Well, only when it
concerns my friends.

Where's your concern
now? For me or you?

What are you doing, Greg?

I asked you a question.

Do you still have a
warm feeling for me?

I... I'm having a lot of
trouble understanding you.

[SIGHS]

Then don't try.

I have to.

You said that man
wanted to kill you. Why?

- Nothing you'd understand.
- I have a right to know.

All right.

I work for an organization.

And they've sent me to Europe
for some important business.

You're some kind of
secret agent, aren't you?

Mm, let's say what I do may affect
the lives of hundreds of people.

Well, it all sounds
a little weird to me.

I mean, what kind of confidential business
would make somebody wanna kill you?

[SIGHS]

You're gonna have
to trust me, Christine.

I trust you, Greg.

Enough to go to
another country with me?

Act as cover, maybe as my wife?

Your wife?

Only in appearance.

There's a chance I can get
away from these two men...

who followed me from New York.

They won't be looking
for a married couple.

Well, where would we have to go?

Athens.

Are you brave enough
for that, Christine?

[SIGHS]

We've verified it, sir.

Martin and the girl have already
left, on Flight 27 to Athens.

I'm sure we can beat them there.

They're getting the
U.N.C.L.E. jet ready now.

WAVERLY [OVER RADIO]: I'll contact
the Athens police and ask them to meet you.

Incidentally, we moved in on
the Conquesta Fencing School.

And nobody was home?

WAVERLY: Precisely.

The plane is ready.

I hope we have better luck.

I hope so, Mr. Solo, I hope so.

There are large numbers of innocent people
who will most assuredly die if you don't.

Checkpoint 1, Flight 27
has just landed. Are we set?

All police personnel are
at their posts and ready.

Well, here we are in
sunny romantic Greece.

Just think, a few hours ago,
we didn't even know each other.

Why don't you go check
your baggage, Christine?

I gotta make a phone call.

CHRISTINE: One of those
agent-type secret calls, I suppose.

- Yeah, how'd you guess?
- I'll see you at the front gate.

There's the girl.
Martin's got to be near.

CHRISTINE: Unh, let me
go! Take your hands off me!

[PEOPLE SCREAMING]

Mr. Kuryakin, sir.

Yes, Mr. Kuryakin, I trust
you've captured that young man.

Almost, sir.

Unfortunately, what
happened was...

You almost did?

Mr. Kuryakin, am I to understand
that two U.N.C.L.E. men...

aided by a veritable
regiment of police officers...

were unable to seize
a single Thrush agent?

Greg Martin is not an
ordinary Thrush agent.

I only wish you and
Mr. Solo were as competent.

Well, sir, we have another plan
which should lead to his capture.

Then execute it, Mr. Kuryakin.

And bear in mind, if you fail this time,
hundreds of people are likely to die...

almost immediately.

And heaven knows how
many more in the future.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Now, one more time, Christine,
we are not enemy agents.

We work for an organization
known as U.N.C.L.E.

Now, whether you like it or not,
Greg Martin is a dangerous man.

Mm-hm, I'd expect you
to say something like that.

Well, you just let me
tell you what I think.

You watch her, I'll get the car.

Right.

I'm gonna make a
call to my superior.

And you stay here,
and don't move, got it?

SOLO: She just drove
off on a cab, due north.

Let's see if we can
pick her up on the radar.

Yeah, there she is. Let's go.

[RADAR BEEPING]

Two hundred yards
due north, turn east.

SOLO: She's stopped.
We better tag her.

Greg?

Greg, where are you?

He could be in any one of these.

We better make sure she's out
of the way before we take him.

Greg?

[CHRISTINE GRUNTING]

Shh.

- Greg, what are you doing?
- Shut up.

The same two men followed you.

Well, what are we gonna do?

I got a car parked
around the corner.

- Well, let's go.
- No.

Christine, it's no good.
I'm tired of running.

You take the car, get out of
here, and leave me alone for good.

No, Greg.

No, I won't leave you.

If you stay, then so do I.

All right.

Maybe there's a chance,
it's a slim one, but...

Well, what is it? Tell me.

This money. It's $10,000.

I'm supposed to give it to another
agent for some important information.

If you could give it to
those two men as a bribe...

Well, we could try.

[SIGHS]

It's too risky. They'd
shoot me on sight.

But they won't
shoot me, will they?

No, that's too dangerous.

Greg, please.

Now, look, I wanna
help you. Please let me.

Those protective
instincts again.

Well, as long as I'm pretending
to be Mrs. Greg Martin, I...

I might as well make it
for better or for worse.

All right.

Start back down the street.

The two men will stop you. When
they do, hand them the package.

Tell them it's a payoff
to leave me alone.

And then get away from them
as quick as you can, understand?

I think so.

And if they don't take
it, throw it at them.

Throw it?

Don't argue with me. I
want you back in the car.

Greg?

What?

Would you kiss me before I go?

Easy.

- We let her come to us.
- All right.

[CHRISTINE GASPS]

Here. It's $10,000.

Now, you just take this
money and you leave us alone.

Where is he, Christine?

- Where is he?
- Take the money.

Get out of there, stupid.

[RADIO/RADAR BEEPING]

It's hot. Duck, quick.

[COUGHS]

I'm sorry about...

He got away, and
the girl with him.

Wonder what Mr. Waverly's
gonna think when he finds out.

Will you tell him or shall I?

Well, we'll send him a letter.

Observe what we have here.

The exquisite remains of another temple
built to the mythical god Hercules...

the greatest hero
of Greek mythology.

Of course, you all remember
that the Athenians...

chose to honor Theseus, a more
compassionate and intelligent god.

- Excuse me, doctor.
- But...

We mustn't forget our schedule.

Number 3 should
be in Athens by now.

Oh, yes, yes, yes.

Now, since we are here to observe him
during the final phase of his mission...

we shouldn't be late.

Now, back into the bus,
please, everyone, everyone.

There will be other opportunities
to improve our minds along the way.

I promise you, I promise
you. Come on, let's go.

You told me that
package had money in it.

- I had to.
- Why?

Would you have given it to those two
men if I told you it had explosives in it?

But... But you used
me to try to kill them.

You want me to help you kill people,
and you won't even tell me why.

Someday, if I get out of this alive,
I'll tell it to the real Mrs. Greg Martin.

The real Mrs. Greg Martin?

You didn't think I'd let you go back
to Oklahoma by yourself, did you?

[RADIO BEEPING THEN STOPS]

LISANDRA: U.N.C.L.E. Headquarters
Athens. Agent Lisandra here.

Please identify and report.

This is Napoleon
Solo, Section 2.

Request an air search and
strike unit over Athens on red alert.

How soon can you comply?

Unit can be airborne
within three minutes.

Allocation of
priority required first.

We are searching for an
identified Thrush agent, Greg Martin.

The last time he was seen, he was
driving a late-model English sports car...

north from Tassos Alley
along Thermopylae Road.

This information will also be relayed
to the Athens police for an APB.

Do you have a license number?

Negative. There's also a female
passenger with him, Christine Hobson.

We're positive Martin won't hesitate
to use her as a shield if necessary.

Look out.

[TIRES SCREECHING]

CHRISTINE: Greg? Greg?

Help him, please,
somebody help him.

Get away from me.

- The bag. Take the
bag. CHRISTINE: Greg.

Your arm.

It's all right, but you're
gonna have to drive.

This car is wrecked.

Greg? Greg?

[MAN GRUNTS]

Give me the bag.

Get in.

CHRISTINE: But,
Greg... GREG: Get in!

[MAN SPEAKING IN GREEK]

Air-Strike Unit 1 to Solo.

We're vectored on your signal.
We're moving on interception course.

Read you, Air-Strike 1. We are
continuing on Thermopylae Road.

This is U.N.C.L.E. Headquarters
Athens. Attention Ground Unit.

SOLO [OVER RADIO]: Go ahead.

Athens police report an accident
involving identified Thrush vehicle...

at the intersection of
Thermopylae and Stathos Roads.

Air-Strike 1 proceeding to
hover position above intersection.

Will circle and hold
for further orders.

Ground Unit on the
way, over and out.

Just one thing.

Do you know where
the Stathos Road is?

I know Athens like
the back of my hand.

Straight ahead five blocks.

[SPEAKING IN GREEK]

What happened to
the driver of that car?

[MAN SPEAKING IN GREEK]

Can we get any of that instance?

He stole a green sedan
and he's headed for Antinos.

- Greg, what are you doing?
- Getting ready.

What for?

Don't ask questions,
Christine. Just drive the car.

That's what you're here for.

Air-Strike Unit 1, this is Solo.

We're moving west
toward Antinos.

Thrush agent and female passenger
are somewhere ahead in a green vehicle.

Intercept and hold if you can.

On the way.

SOLO [OVER RADIO]: Do
not harm the female occupant.

Repeat, do not harm the girl.

Understand. Out.

Now, you will agree
that a great deal of care...

was used in the
selection of this test site.

The small unimportant village of Antinos
nestled cozily away from public concern.

NUMBER 5: How many people, sir?

Oh, four or 500.
Insignificant peasants.

But still a workable
population segment.

Precisely. Thrush
will be impressed.

Now study the dam above
the village, gentlemen...

the pièce de résistance.

STOLLER: See how it restrains a
large and restless body of water...

which begs to be
suddenly released?

An excellent test
for Number 3, sir.

Aha, patience, all of
you. Your turns will come.

And I promise equally
rewarding opportunities.

Doctor, car is approaching.

Hmm?

STOLLER: Ah, that
must be Number 3.

It is time.

Now, let us observe his technique
most carefully, gentlemen.

Greg, that stuff in your suitcase,
that... That gun and those explosives...

what are you gonna do with them?

They have a purpose.
That's all you need know.

Greg, answer me.

Why are we driving up this road?

Christine, curiosity is a
defective trait. Just drive the car.

Air-Strike Unit 1 to Solo.

Approaching village of Antinos
and right over target vehicle.

Roger, Air-Strike 1.

Starting interception.

We'll be there in a few minutes.

LAMB: Doctor, it's a helicopter.

What's that?

GREG: Keep going.
CHRISTINE: Unh!

[GUN COCKS]

[MACHINE GUN FIRING]

[TIRES SCREECHING,
MACHINE GUN FIRING]

I'll put one down
in front of them.

[BAZOOKA FIRES]

[STOLLER & MISS LAMB MURMURING]

Greg!

[TIRES SCREECHING]

Ugh. Greg, I... I can't get out.

How unfortunate.

Greg? Greg?

Unh. Greg, please
don't leave me.

[CHRISTINE COUGHS]

Superb. First the helicopter,
and now he's free of the car.

There is nothing between
Number 3 and the dam. Nothing.

CHRISTINE [WHIMPERING]: Greg.

Greg, don't leave me, please!

Greg, help me.

Help me. The fire.

[CHRISTINE COUGHING]

Greg. Greg, come back, please.

Somebody help me, I'm gonna die.

I'm gonna die.

[CHRISTINE SOBBING]

There's another car approaching.

It must be U.N.C.L.E.

Oh.

CHRISTINE [WHIMPERING]: Greg.

Greg, come back, please.

CHRISTINE: Please.

[CHRISTINE COUGHS]

Somebody help me.

Help me.

I'm gonna die.

[SOBBING]

I'm gonna...

Greg.

Oh. Oh, thank God.

Impossible. He's
returning to the girl.

Something has happened
to his protective reflex.

Martin, stop.

[YELLS]

[GASPS]

[STOLLER SIGHS]

[GRUNTING]

love...

[WHIMPERING]

The field test has failed.

It is obvious that all of you are
going to require severe realignment.

The female influence is
stronger than I realized.

Now quickly, there is...

There is... There's
much to be done.

Quickly, quickly. Let's go.

[CHRISTINE WHIMPERING]

Easy, Miss Hobson,
everything's going to be all right.

He was coming back to help me.

He said that he...

That he loved me.
D...? Do you think he...?

I think he meant it, Christine.

Come on.

STOLLER [OVER MEGAPHONE]:
Here, in the rich Antinos valley...

a wide variety of food products are
grown for distribution all over Greece.

This recent development
of agricultural resources...

has been made possible
by the construction...

of an irrigation dam
above the village.

As we move farther down the
valley, you will notice evidence...

of more ancient ruins
standing in noble tribute...

to the culture and
development of man.

[ENGLISH SDH]