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Say, hi there, Mr. Bardington.

You got a minute?

I told you to keep away from here.

But why?

All you have to do
is name an hour and a date.

That's not much for $ 10,000, is it?

You say the money's
in a bank in Rome? How do I know?

Word of honor.

You still haven't told me
why you want uranium.

Now, why do you have to ask
so many questions for, Mr. Bardington?

I'm a patriotic American.

I don't wanna do anything
to jeopardize the security of my country.

Do you recognize the short one?

Yeah. Angel Galley.
A very talented racketeer.

What's an official of Bardington's stature
doing with a racketeer?

What does a racketeer
want with uranium?

All right, Mr. Bardington...

...recalling what I said about accidents
to cherished wives and precious children...

...you've got one last chance
to name the hour and the date.

Well, I guess we just can't do business.

Sorry.

That's it.

We'll report in as soon as possible.

Dead?

Yes.

He's waiting for you.

- Who?
- Whom.

Whom is waiting?

Mr. Kuryakin, in Mr. Waverly's office.

Mr. Waverly had to leave for Nairobi.

He said you are to keep yourself busy.

A power-plant official is stabbed
before our very eyes...

...by a notorious criminal who's abducted
from under our very noses.

The power-plant official expires
before we can ask him one question.

- We couldn't look more foolish.
- Now, wait a minute.

Mr. Waverly said that this assignment...

Was to record the conversation
between Bardington and Angel Galley.

We weren't alerted
to the possibilities of murder.

And Mr. Al Waverly
won't be interested in excuses.

When he returns, he will want results.

The thing that concerns me most...

...is that this matter might involve
an international nuclear sabotage plot.

We know that Angel Galley
is a sadistic psychopath...

...but do you really think he's a spy?
- Lf not, why was he abducted?

Obviously there is a counterplot.

A counterplot.

To a plot which, according to our
worldwide organization...

...doesn't even exist.

I think we better get
a little more information on this...

...and we better get it rather fast.

- Wanda.
Yes, Mr. Solo?

Book Mr. Kuryakin and myself on two
separate jet flights to Rome immediately.

- Yes, sir.
- Thank you.

Well, Angel Galley did say the money
was in a bank in Rome, didn't he?

- So?
- So arrivederci.

Grazie.

Not so good, cara mia.

If there is a plot
to foment a nuclear disaster...

...or, in fact, a counterplot...

Ah, Mr. Solo.

Welcome to Rome once again.

How are you, Mr. Venerdi?

And Miss Lusso.

Mr. Venerdi tells me
they've still been unable...

...to discover any nuclear plot
or counterplot.

Ah, I see. Then we start from scratch.

How many banks are there in Rome?

As of noon today, 403.

VENERDl:
We'll look into the bank situation.

I would suggest that you start by
checking a place in Rome where it is said...

...eventually one will meet
all the wicked...

...and the wealthy of the world.

Casa Truffare.

VENERDl:
Si.

When did they reopen?

Oh, just last month.

May I suggest that you
begin your investigation there?

What will be our cover identities?

Mr. Solo will have the identity...

...of Buddington Smith
of Meadowlark Falls...

...Idaho, United States...

...who disappeared at sea last agosto...

...while attempting to smuggle small arms
and ammunition into Southern Rhodesia.

Mr. Kuryakin will become
Eugen Strickland, Ph. D...

...of Bad Gastein, Austria.

A researcher in particle physics...

...whose brilliant career was cut short...

...by a radiation accident...

...which, because of the top-secret nature
of the work, has never been made public.

This way, gentlemen.

With a force of 8 million electron volts...

...the mesons attain a speed
of 10 million electron volts...

...and have a half-life of...

Scopic sight and replaceable barrel.

Latest best price on the black market,
Nairobi: 2 pounds 6 and 9 pence...

...with long rounds at 1 pound 3 and 2
the gross...

No, not now, Irving. Not now.

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

Huh?

Does your uncle know you're out?

- Ooh! Hey, what's the big idea?
- American?

- A hundred proof.
- I believe you had too much to drink.

- Have some food and coffee.
- Well, I'm not hungry.

- Then go back to your hotel and rest.
- I was just trying to have a little fun.

- Buddington Smith.

Doctor. Hey, that's me.
Listen, these are my guests.

I won't make trouble. Word of honor.

It shall be interesting to see
if your word has any value, signor.

Mr. Smith, permit me to introduce my wife.

Pleased to meet you, Mrs. Strickland.

You're a lucky man, doc.

Thank you, Herr Smith.

I see your receptionist is picking up
a little extra money working the evenings.

Mostly,
she picks up a little extra information.

Well, I see plenty of the wealthy.

Which ones are the wicked?

Madam Avide.

She's made a fortune buying and selling
foreign currencies.

Her specialty is to depress the value
of a small nation's money...

...buy up huge amounts of it...

...then force the value up
before she sells.

And her partner?

Bodyguard.

The diamond is the Star of Karachi,
worth a hundred thousand.

- Lira?
- Pounds.

Ah, and there's Konrad Vask.

In one year,
he managed to salvage seven ships...

...all of which had
main-shaft bearing trouble.

He has often been accused of piracy
but never brought to trial.

And could he be mixed up
in the uranium deal?

Almost anyone in this room could be.

There is another possibility:

Fasik el Pasad.

Recently deposed supreme monarch
of some 12 million oppressed subjects.

Now he's a bouncer
in a velvet hash house?

Not bouncer, proprietario.

Well, I tell you. He has fingers
that've got a grip like a vise.

The only person in this room
I don't know...

...is that American girl.

Well, that's too bad.

However, that
prosperous-looking gentleman...

...is something else again.

B.B. Stoneham.

He's amassed a fortune
buying into corporations...

...stripping them of their assets,
and moving out.

He never really breaks the law...

...he just diligently destroys businessmen
and businesses.

Like a shark
tearing a drowning man to shreds.

It's time to throw out some bait.

Doc, I tell you.

A man has gotta make his way
in this world by himself.

It's too late for me, I'm afraid.

My husband is a superb physicist...

...but rather poor at university politics.

I'm not talking about promotions.

There are other opportunities
if you can get your hands on some uranium.

Me, I don't even know
what uranium looks like.

I deal in cash. Matter of fact, I got a nice
little bank account right here in Rome.

Mr. Smith, are you making me
some kind of offer?

No, I'm just saying think it over.

Mull it over overnight and call me tomorrow.
Hotel Victory.

The gentlemen who just came in.

With Angel Galley
when he was kidnapped.

He was watching me in the parking lot.

His name is Bobo Barrett.

There is no subtlety about him.

He is the top man
of an international crime syndicate.

I've gotta get out of here
without him seeing me.

I don't know what sort of whistle
he might blow on me.

Doc, may I have this dance
with your wife?

So sorry.
- Don't give it another thought.

- Oh, you're an American, are you?
- Yes. Only by birth.

Right through here.

Mouth shut. On your feet.

Hands on your head.

Buddington Smith?

Present and accounted for.

We can make this very brief.

Where is Angel Galley?

I never heard of it.
There's a restaurant guide in my suitcase.

No, no, Mr. Smith. Mama will shoot.

Now, which bank do you contact?

- Bank?
- About uranium. Which bank?

Oh. Well, don't you know?

If I knew, would I have bothered
to climb your fire escape?

Mr. Smith, the first shot goes into the floor.
The second goes into your head.

Mm-hm. All right, then.
Better shoot, get it over with.

You see, the safety catch is on.

It limits the range
of the weapon considerably.

Come on, now. Be fair.
I let you inspect my wallet.

You didn't mention your name.

Well, let's see.

Well, you're certainly not Jackson W.
Heggenheimer of Red Bank, New Jersey...

...because he's deceased...

...leaving his entire estate to his widow,
Shirley, and their four children.

Perhaps you're Shirley Heggenheimer.

No, I am not Shirley Heggenheimer.

Oh, you're not. All right, let's see.

Then maybe you're Miss Ernestine Pepper
of Red Bank, New Jersey...

...and a member
of the Legal Secretaries' Guild.

Oh, here's an affidavit, unsigned...

...verifying that Angel Galley's
signature on the will is a true one.

Uh-huh. I see.

And a notary-public seal.

Well, may I say that you are
the prettiest notary public I've ever met.

Will you please tell me
where to find Angel Galley?

- It's very important.
- Why?

Otherwise, poor Shirley won't be able
to collect her husband's estate.

Why?

Because the will is being contested
and another relative claims it's forged.

The only other witness died.
That's why we have to find A... Mr. Galley.

Just how did it happen that
Angel Galley was a witness to this will?

He was in the office...

...the evening that Jack Heggenheimer
came in to sign it...

...waiting to take me out again.

What is your relationship
with Angel Galley?

Absolutely nothing.

I see. You just happen to want
his autograph on the affidavit.

Yes.

Well, that doesn't explain
why you happen to be in Rome, though.

Oh, Mr. Smith, please believe me.

Shirley Heggenheimer
is practically destitute.

She gave me every cent she had
in the world to make this trip to Rome.

If she doesn't get that inheritance,
her children will starve...

...and I'll simply die.

Well, you're a very sweet
and sympathetic young lady, Miss Pepper.

Now, you really are.

I tell you, if you jot down
your number there...

...if I run in to Angel Galley,
I'll be sure and give you a call.

Oh, uh, incidentally,
how does a nice girl like yourself...

...happen to be having
a dinner date with Angel Galley?

That is none of your business.

Come in.

Well, what did you make of her?

I think she's an agent.

I pasted a bug on her bag,
but we better see where she goes.

You had another visitor drop in.

He's dropped out.

I have to go and see to him.

She was rather clumsy.

I don't know. That story was cleverly
concocted to enlist my sympathies.

But far too complex.

Spies aren't what they used to be anymore.
No pride of craft.

No standards.

Maybe she's not an agent.

My intuition says she is.

Well, I wonder what your intuition
would say if she wasn't so pretty.

Ah.

Si, signorina.
How are you this evening?

That depends on
whether there are any messages.

There was uno, signorina.

La Banca Latina Nuovo
has telephoned in regard...

- ... to the Signor Galley of whom you speak.
Yes.

They regret they know nothing of this man.

Nothing?

Grazie. I'm going to bed now.

But if a Signor Buddington Smith
should call, have the concierge wake me.

Buona sera.

Hey, look.

The police. Um, uh...

La polizia.

The police, the police.

Outside.

This way.

And in return for such
rights and titles, I do swear...

...to be thy vassal, oh, King...

...in accordance with the law of the land.

I, Fasik el Pasad...

...dub thee prince...

...with title to that land
known as the Valley of the Lion...

...the rank of brigadier general.

Hail, Prince Cadera.

Hail, Prince Cadera.

Your Majesty, a new recruit.

Kneel in the presence of the king.

Hey, listen, charlie,
I'm an American citizen. L... Ooh!

He claims to be Buddington Smith
of Meadowlark Falls, state of Idaho, U.S.A.

Can anyone confirm this?

Your Majesty, my information
is that Buddington Smith...

...drowned off the east coast of Rhodesia
on August the 14th last year.

Yeah, well, that report's
a little exaggerated there, fella.

You will explain, Mr. Smith...

...why you were present
when Kenneth Bardington was murdered.

Listen, I'm an American citizen,
and I don't have to...

You will address the king
as "Your Majesty."

And you'll remain on your knees
until bidden to rise.

His Majesty asked you a question.

What is your answer?

About Bardington?

Why? Was he there?

Prince Barrett was there
in the service of his king.

And you?

Well, I was trying to make a little deal
with this Bardington...

...Your Majesty.

I guess someone else got there
before me.

What sort of deal, Mr. Smith?

In my line.
Arms, explosives, ammunition.

Uranium?

Uranium?

Oh, you're the one
who put out that offer, huh?

Your Majesty.

I did.

And we shall discuss it in due course.

By decree of His Royal Highness,
Fasik el Pasad...

...you, Buddington Smith...

...are impressed into His Majesty's
Royal Brigade with rank of private.

Pay and allowances withheld
pending security clearance.

My name is Smith.

Bud Smith.

Uh, I don't suppose
I could borrow a knife?

Yeah, well, thanks anyway.

What are you in for?

Same as you.

- Well, I didn't do anything. I was kidnapped.
- Who wasn't?

You mean this Fasik
just goes around grabbing people...

...and tossing them in the city jail?

This is no longer the city jail.
It's the old carcere.

Garibaldi slept here.

Oh.

So you mean this Fasik just moves in
and takes over a jail, huh?

He bought it.

Oh. Yeah.

So we have to buy our way out, huh?

There's no way out.

We just stay locked up?

Until we're cleared.

I would have been
checked into barracks...

...but some chick I used to know
showed up in Rome looking for me.

- Fasik wants to know what she's up to.
- Mm-hm.

Well, what exactly is Fasik up to?

Look, in two minutes
we've got terror-tactics drill...

...and a multiple-choice test
on court etiquette.

So be quiet.

What's this, a gag? Some test to see
how long it took me to get free?

I told you, be quiet.

Well done.

Next two.

I could use some exercise.

I'm referring to you, Mr. Smith.

Well, listen. I'll tell you, Your Majesty,
I'm not exactly this kind of type here.

I'm sort of the front-office fellow.
You know what I mean?

Have him brought inside.

Carry on.

And remember:

This platoon will be putting this drill
to practical use before the month is out.

You are not very good at wrestling,
Mr. Smith...

...but in losing that encounter...

...you have increased our confidence
in your claimed identity.

Okay.

Now let's talk about uranium.

Well, actually, I'm not interested
in obtaining uranium.

The offer was merely a means devised
by Prince Barrett to locate certain men...

...ones determined enough
to subject humanity...

...to the risk of a nuclear holocaust...

...if there were a chance for profit.

And is there?

You claim to be an expert in munitions.

Identify it.

It's the Brussels Vengeance rifle.

Manufactured...

Well, look who's here.

Miss Notary Public.

Mr. Smith.

You admit knowing her?

I should.

She barged into my room last night
with a gun.

And then you proceeded to follow her...

...and pick up her conversations
with this electronic device.

What is a gunrunner
doing with spy equipment?

- I wanted to see what she was up to.
- Where did you get it?

Same place you got those rifles?

Fair enough.

What were you saying about that?

This is the Brussels Vengeance rifle...

...manufactured by the Belgians,
under duress, for Hitler.

Sight's been calibrated upside down.

One in 10 has a faulty sear.

It's a very impressive piece of sabotage,
if you like sabotage.

Now, what's your plan?

I am preparing to return to my country...

...and resume my regime.

Your people don't want you.
They drove you out.

Not my people.

A pack of insurgent beggars.

The papers say you made off
with quite a pile of cash.

Why do you wanna go back?

The reason is engraved on this sword.

Handed down
from Mohammed the Turk...

...when he conquered Constantinople
in 1443.

Passed into the dynasty of Pasad
in 1681...

...when my ancestors
fought their way into power in my country.

"Behold the king," it says...

...and "A nation belongs
to the king who seizes it."

I intend to do just that.

I don't think all those insurgents
are going to stand aside and cheer...

...when you make your way
back to the palace.

We have been very busy.

The Duchess Avide has been
quietly using her financial connections...

...to buy up large amounts
of the legal tender of the insurgent regime.

In a few months...

...she will dump it on the market...

...wiping out the stability
of the insurgent currency overnight.

Barons Stoneham and Vask...

...have already sent their agents
into my country's industrial complex.

Also, in a few months...

...they will have bankrupted
every important corporation.

Prince Cadera.

Once a member
of the American crime syndicate...

...has embarked on a campaign
of political intrigue and bribery...

...which will ensnare
the insurgent legislature...

...in a morass of scandal and shame.

There will be murders done,
thefts, arson.

The people will cower in terror
and disgust with their leaders.

I will move in at the head of the troops...

...which Prince Barrett has been recruiting
with his ingenious methods.

This will be a new concept
in counterrevolution.

First, destroy the national moral fiber...

...the will to resist...

...until my people cry out for a savior.

Then I will return.

Maybe you got something there.

And you may make
a certain unique contribution.

Such as?

The Belgian rifles
are not the only faulty armament...

...which my purchasing agents
have acquired.

We have a number of these machine guns
made in Hungary...

...during a certain
period of political unrest.

The firing pins are softer than pot metal.

The crews who attempt to fire them...

...will be killed
by their own exploding weapons.

Field radios with built-in short circuits
which deplete the batteries in minutes.

Machine-gun ammunition
with rusted linkage.

I would like to see these
channeled to Singapore or Maracaibo...

...where I am told the insurgents go hunting
for bargains in armaments.

Well, I say there's enough equipment there
to demoralize their army...

...Your Highness.

There is a dukedom in my country waiting
for the man who can arrange such a thing.

Five hundred square miles...

...tens of thousands of inhabitants
to rule.

Don't listen to him, Mr. Smith.

Think, Mr. Smith.
Not merely financial gain...

...but honors, respectability.

A noble of the realm.

You will join our new peerage.

You will establish a line
for your descendants.

Singapore and Maracaibo.

I got some pretty good
connections there.

Then are you ready and willing
to swear allegiance to your king?

Yes, I am, Your Majesty.

Don't do it!

Hundreds of innocent people
will be killed.

Well, it's too bad, baby.
Man's gotta pay the rent.

Mr. Smith.

As a final small test...

...cut the young lady's throat.

Your king is waiting, Mr. Smith.

Well, Your Majesty, I...

I hope you will not fail this last test
of your allegiance.

Oh, quite the contrary. You see, I...

I prefer a more efficient weapon.

Mr. Smith, there is no purpose...

So you have mortar shells,
thirty-ought-six rifle rounds...

...grenades.

Ooh. These are the Hong Kong
defiance grenades...

...almost as famous
as the Brussels Vengeance rifles.

Nonsense.

That is standard stock
for the use of my troops.

No, I beg to differ with you,
Your Highness.

They're not.

See, in the standard grenade,
the pin is simply a safety device.

You must release the handle
to explode the charge.

Now, these have been booby-trapped
so when you pull the pin...

...the charge explodes.

Now, I want you to cut
Miss Pepper's bonds and release her.

Mr. Smith, I warn you...

No, I warn you.

Either you release Miss Pepper...

...or I'll pull this pin
and blow your face to shreds.

You'll blow off your hands
in the process.

Well, I wouldn't like it.
But nevertheless...

...I'm willing to make that sacrifice.

You see, I've grown quite fond
of Miss Pepper.

You're bluffing.
That's a standard grenade.

Just one inch...

...between pain...

...and blindness...

...and death.

Stop.

Release her.

Release her!

Run.

All right. Come on.

Angel.

Angel, what are you doing in there?

- Come on. Come on.
- Guard. Guard!

Come on.

Come here.

Now, look. You made it up
that hotel fire escape.

- Think you can make it over that wall?
- I think so.

All right. Come on.

Now, look. I'll go first, I'll try and lead
them away. Then you can make it over.

Get to a phone,
call Dr. Strickland at the hotel.

- He'll know what to do. All right?
- Oh, wait. What about this?

I've come all the way from Red Bank.
I'm not...

You heard Fasik,
he plans to terrorize an entire nation.

That nation can look after itself. I'm here
to help Shirley and her four children...

...who will starve to death.
- I'll get it signed.

Oh, and about Angel Galley
and that dinner date I had with him...

...I met him through his sister.
- Ernestine...

I want you to know. He told me his work
had something to do with policies.

Naturally, I thought he meant insurance,
so I started dating him.

Then I found out he had nothing at all to do
with insurance. He was in the policy racket.

I dropped him fast...

...believe me.
- All right. I believe you.

Let's go inside.

I would have made you
a wealthy nobleman.

We must now discover
who you really are.

And that should be
an interesting experiment.

Take him inside.

- I'll question the woman first.
- We haven't found the woman as yet.

But we will...

...very shortly.

- You wait outside.
- Oh, no. You promised.

Fasik, where's Mr. Smith?

Your Majesty, have you seen Mr. Smith?

Mr. Smith.

Oh, Mr. Smith. I'd have perished
if anything had happened to you.

That's sweet of you.
Even sweeter that you made it over the wall.

And you saved Angel for me.

How can I ever thank you?

You have.

Mr. Smith, when we get back home...

...if you'd like to call me,
I can be reached...

- I know. The number is in here.
- Oh.

All right, all right.
Let's get this over with.

Very well. Raise your right hand.

Do you, Angel Galley, swear
that the statements you are about...

Everything under control, Mr. Venerdi?
- The situation is well in hand.

Grazie.
- Arrivederla. Scusa.

Gemma was wrong.
Ernestine is no agent.

No. No, no. She's a notary public.