The Man from U.N.C.L.E.

Biological and chemical warfare has been getting a bloody nose in the world press.

But I think we're gonna change all that.

Okay.

This is the Army's new will gas.

Code name: BG30.

With this gas, we can chemically induce our opponents to lose their will to win.

Now, you see? An angry dog becomes docile.

And no side effects.

It's ready for testing on human beings.

I don't think I have to draw you gentlemen any pictures...

...as to the far-reaching psychological applications to all this.

What's going on out here?

Where'd that truck come from?

Security guard. Security guard.

Gentlemen, be careful on the way back.

Oh. Here you are, Mr. Alexander.

We don't know what happened around he--

We're sending you gentlemen back in separate cars as a security precaution.

I'd appreciate it if you'd treat this as top-secret.

Stop here, please.

Yes, Mr. Alexander.

- Time for refreshments. - Yes, Mr. Alexander.

If I may be permitted to say, Mr. Alexander...

...you could use a few days of relaxation.

You've been working very, very hard lately.

I have a few more steps of my plan to be executed, Parviz.

It's not so simple to conquer the world today...

...as it was for Alexander the Great.

Life is a great deal more complicated.

But this gas should make things easier for me.

These films just came in on the relay from base security.

They were taken outside the laboratory.

These gentlemen are clear at this point.

However, I've detailed men to check them out completely.

Now, here's our Mr. Alexander.

Very different kettle of fish. Somewhat of a mystery man, it appears.

He owns an industrial empire.

Finance, shipping, chemicals, mining.

Yet nobody seems to know much about him.

Well, I'd say that the Army's public information program...

...on biological warfare was off to a rather shaky start.

They invite three of their top suppliers of chemicals to a private showing...

...and then one of them steals their newest product.

Other than the process of elimination...

...is there anything else that points directly at our Mr. Alexander?

Oh, yes.

About three-quarters of a gallon of BG30 will gas was stolen.

A briefcase full?

- Well, that's quite an assumption. Yes, isn't it?

Alexander was the only one of the three men...

...carrying a receptacle large enough to hold that amount of gas.

This stone tablet.

What have you found out about this tablet?

Our Archeological Department recommends...

...that for a definitive analysis of the markings...

...we should submit the tablet to a Mr. Kavon...

...at the Artifacts Library at the University of Athens.

Well, that seems a reasonable place for you to start, Mr. Kuryakin.

See it you can discover how it relates to the stolen gas.

- Which leaves me with-- - Mr. Alexander.

Mm-hm. We have his local address.

It's very important to recover the gas, Mr. Solo.

Enough of it was stolen to cause considerable difficulty if handled improperly.

Its composition is top-secret.

Anyone who possesses it could have it analyzed.

Well, I'll find Alexander, and if he has the gas...

...I'll be sure and ask him to return it.

Move, move, please. Hurry, hurry.

Ah! Oh! Oh!

For that, no tip, my friend. No tip at all.

I hope Mr. Alexander makes his flight in time.

Just call for our car, please.

Hey.

Please stop that girl.

Allow me.

I have an appointment.

You can tell Alexander he knows the price for this.

And put away that gun.

- Wait! Don't open that. - Why not? I've earned it.

These are all the papers we sent him, Arnold.

For 18 months, I have been trying to serve him with a subpoena...

...and get my settlement papers signed.

For 18 months!

You mean, that's why you stole that briefcase?

To force him into a meeting with your lawyer?

Exactly. He is crazy.

I mean, really crazy.

He thinks he's some sort of modern-dress version of Alexander the Great.

- Now, now, Tracey. - And I gave him my inheritance.

- I must be crazier than he is. - Tracey. Tracey, please.

Now, you will further inform Mr. Alexander that Mrs. Alexander's inheritance...

...from her former husband, the late maharajah 01--

- I don't mean to interrupt. - What's the name of that country?

But I am neither with 0110! Mr. Alexander.

Oh? - I'm Napoleon Solo, with the U.N.C.L.E.

Ah. My favorite charity.

Listen, dear, I'm sorry. but I'm afraid I'm already overcommitted.

Mr. Solo is with a secret international organization.

Really? - Yes.

And we're interested in finding out about Mr. Alexander.

That'll take an organization.

But if there's anything I can do--

Could you tell us about his business activities?

Well, I-- I know that he's very successful.

Uh-huh. Is there anything else?

- He travels a great deal. - Ah.

Good. Do you know where he happens to be going now?

Well, he usually goes to his villa in Alexander's Greece...

...about this time of the year. And then he disappears.

He's a creature of habit.

Well, thank you for your help, Mrs. Alexander. Mr...?

- Claxon. - Claxon.

Why can't we join forces, Mr. Solo? After all, I am his estranged wife.

And that should count for something.

Well, that's very tempting, but I'm afraid it's a bit too dangerous.

Well, if you can't see yourself clear...

Good luck, Mr. Solo.

Well, thank you. Good luck to you.

Taxi.

Follow that spy.

Very odd piece you have here, Mr. Kuryakin.

I have the acid-test results from our laboratory.

Oh, no, no, no. No, thank you. I prefer to run my own tests, you know.

Can you make a preliminary evaluation?

Oh, no, not yet. In a day or two, perhaps.

You see, I'm not as fleet as I used to be.

An old athletic injury.

I got it playing lacrosse when I was an undergraduate.

I'm very sorry to hear that, professor.

It is Mr. Kavon.

Of course.

You see. I was an instructor of Humanities, but the universities forced me out...

...because of my social theories.

So I turned to archeology, an old avocation...

...and I became a world's authority.

Thank you for your cooperation. I'll be in touch with you.

What do you think of the human condition, Mr. Kuryakin?

I'm in favor of it.

--via London is now in its final loading stages at Gate 11.

Passengers of Flight 10 to Madrid via London...

...please report to Gate 11.

Your husband wants to see you, Mrs. Alexander.

[PARVIZ SPEAKS IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

That's not necessary. Put it away.

Alexander has opened his villa. He's giving a reception tonight...

...in honor of his neighbor, Prince Phanong. and his French wife, Princess Nicole.

What's the matter? You lose something?

Yeah, if I'm lucky.

Dimitri, you and George, around to the other buildings.

[CROWD GASPING AND CHATTERING]

Passengers for polar mute Flight 9 to Paris...

...may now board at Gate 15.

I believe this piece of baggage is mine.

I know what you want.

I may give it to you. I'm almost prepared to forgive you.

Forgive me?

You deserted me.

[TRACEY GASPS AND CLEARS THROAT]

I admit it was a novel experience.

No one has ever dared to do that to me before.

But Alexander the Great did, on occasions, forgive transgressors.

I will forgive you.

Well, since you put it that way--

You might try to remember that it is he with the power who forgives.

Oh, yes, I will. You can count on it.

Now, I don't want to seem to be too unromantic or anything...

...but I would like back what I put into our marriage.

You remember, the million dollars.

A million dollars means so much to you?

Well, when it's the only million dollars you've got, yes.

Say, I just happen to have a copy of the settlement papers right here.

There is one condition.

Perhaps I should call it a favor.

Let's just call it a condition.

What is it?

The party that I'm giving tonight to honor Prince and Princess Phanong...

...has special significance for me.

The princess is an admirer of mine.

The prince, however, is an obsessively jealous man...

...who misinterprets the princess's appreciation of me.

Well, just how much does she admire you?

- She worships me. - Really?

I allow it because I think it's healthy for a young girl to have an idol.

Exactly what is it you want me to do?

It's important that you hostess this party...

...and keep the prince's mind off his petty jealousies.

You will do this small thing for me and I will sign the paper...

...after the party.

Thank you. That is a promise, isn't it?

So it shall be written, so it shall be done.

All right, I'll go through the back. Keep an eye out for Alexander's wife.

She may be around here somewhere.

Avoid her.

I will.

Good hunting.

--and then no one has ever seen him since.

Excuse me.

How do you do? I'm Mrs. Alexander.

Oh, I've heard a great deal about you. I am IIIya Kuryakin. At your service.

Will Mrs. Kuryakin be joining us?