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What time do you have?

Four thirty-three. You're sure this Colonel Morgan of yours will show up?

I don't know. He's three minutes late.

One of the colonel's obsessions...

was his absolute necessity for precise timing.

That was one of the first lessons he drilled into us.

When?

When I, uh, joined his outfit in Korea.

Napoleon.

Hurry up, please. Get in.

Where's, uh, Colonel Morgan?

At the last moment he was called to a staff meeting with the premier.

Not to have shown would have looked suspicious.

I'm to bring you to him, so please hurry.

Hurry up. Come on.

Napoleon.

- It's been a long time. - Yes, it has.

Too long.

Now, this is my friend, Illya Kuryakin. This is Colonel Morgan.

How do you do?

Who tried to kill us out there?

Why? What happened? What went wrong?

Zia?

Colonel, we were attacked a moment after we rendezvoused.

Two combat police: 3rd Regiment, 2nd Battalion.

My assurances, colonel.

Only a fool could have followed us the way she drives.

Lieutenant.

Plan B is to go into operation, effective now.

Tell the men selected, we'll move out as soon as possible.

Sir.

It all adds up to one thing, Napoleon.

My being suddenly summoned to a meeting with the premier, the ambush.

- In your organization, there is a traitor. - Exactly.

Who he is, how much he's already told the regime of my plans, I can't estimate.

But this I can:

To save the country, we must attack immediately...

before more information can be leaked. Come with me.

That will be all, sergeant.

Make yourselves comfortable, gentlemen.

Zia, whiskey for our guests.

I'm sorry, the water's warm, but it's the best I can offer.

Well, gentlemen, by, uh, your coming here...

I assume that U.N.C.L.E. is in full support of my position.

That I can count on your help.

I do have its support?

Straight, Allan?

Of course. ZIA: Gentlemen?

Thank you.

When I received your request for assistance,

I turned it over to my superiors.

They did what investigating they could in the 12 hours before we left, but, uh...

But they couldn't find proof to back my charges against Karim.

Premier Karim won his post by a democratic election.

U.N.C.L.E. could find no indication...

that he was trying to wipe out the democracy here...

or install himself as a dictator.

If I don't have U.N.C.L.E.'s support, Napoleon, what are you doing here?

I know you. My organization does not.

Uh, they have given me leave to act under my own discretion.

Providing that we use nothing more than sleep-inducing darts in our guns.

And my friend here came along, I don't know, for the ride, I guess.

- Why? - It is inevitable.

A man must die a little every day.

All right.

This, gentlemen, is a blueprint of the national armory.

In two hours, we will attack it.

With any luck, we'll remove from it a golden scepter.

Now, the loss of this scepter can force Karim...

and the military clique supporting him to resign.

Give up, move out.

How? Uh, voodoo? We're in the wrong part of the world for that.

Are we?

This scepter, Napoleon, is more than just an ancient relic.

It's a national symbol, a religious symbol of such powerful significance...

to 2 million primitive tribesmen, that in any political upheaval...

they'd rally to the support of its possessor...

as though he were Allah himself.

It's my hope that you'll be the instrument of getting this scepter to safety.

To 13 Rue Lorraine in Marseilles.

Where associates of mine are already waiting.

The moment they have it, secure from recapture...

Karim will be directed to capitulate.

And if he doesn't...

he won't survive his decision a week.

You make it sound very simple, colonel.

But if what you say is true, it will be hazardous to steal.

Not to mention the steps they will take...

to prevent its leaving the country should we succeed.

Quite correct.

The country will be an inferno.

The borders will be sealed.

The Security Police will be swarming like locusts.

Looking everywhere, searching everywhere.

But...

not for you. For me.

What's your chance, Allan?

- Tell me something. Is it really worth it? - Yes.

Yes, this country is like my own.

Yes, it is. He fought for it, bled for it. Protected it after the revolution.

Military adviser or wet nurse, or even its conscience.

You have no idea the debt of gratitude my people owe Colonel Morgan.

This is the only meaningful accomplishment of my life, Napoleon.

A life of past futility...

of Ethiopias and Spains, and Dien Bien Phus.

Of lost causes and disappointments.

But this time, even if it means my death...

all my labors will not have been for nothing.

We leave in 30 minutes...

to secure a scepter.

Twenty seconds.

It's a time lock.

So far, so good.

So that's the scepter.

That's it.

We must have tripped an alarm.

Let's move out the way we planned.

Cover us.

Where's Illya?

The concussion got him.

No, there's nothing we can do. Let's go.

Who are you? Answer me!

Answer me!

- Excellency. - What happened?

- Colonel Morgan. He, uh... - Speak up.

Colonel Morgan, he broke in, took the sacred scepter.

- He was on his way up the ladder with... - Are you sure?

Are you sure it was the scepter, Ahmed? - Yes, Excellency.

He must be stopped. He must be stopped!

I told you, my son...

you should have rid our nation of Colonel Morgan a long time ago.

But for this, he will die.

I swear it.

It's all right.

I'm all right.

Lieutenant, have the helicopter ready for immediate takeoff.

The plan to hole up until tonight is off. Something went wrong.

Kuryakin was taken. We didn't make a clean getaway.

We'll have to clear out in the next few minutes.

What about Solo? The unmarked car ordered

for his escape will be here only after dark.

That can't be helped. It'll be up to you to get him out of here in the command jeep.

You'll have to pick up the unmarked car once you reach the city.

Yes, colonel.

Lieutenant.

Tell the pilot that Plan C is now in effect.

Yes, sir.

Napoleon, I want you to know I'm deeply sorry about Kuryakin.

Perhaps the premier will keep him alive long enough for us to demand his release...

once the scepter is in France.

That should give you an additional incentive to get through.

I have the incentive. All I need are the means.

Zia will guide you. She'll get you away from here...

and as close to the garage as possible before you have to go it on foot.

Stay off the main highway on the way to the capital.

Cut across the desert using the Ben Allah road.

- Right. - Colonel.

The helicopter will be ready in 10 minutes.

Good.

All set.

The scepter is in this.

You're an American tourist.

- Anyone for tennis? - Ha, ha.

All right, get going.

And, Napoleon...

someday I hope to be able to express my gratitude and the people's...

in the measure you deserve.

There he goes, headed west.

I was with him for five years...

ever since my parents were killed in the revolution.

Oh, Allah.

- Excellency. - Well?

Both passenger and pilot were burnt well beyond recognition.

Nevertheless, credentials found in a plastic case in the wreckage...

identify one of them as Colonel Morgan himself.

And the scepter?

What about the scepter?

There was no sign of it.

The colonel must have passed it on.

My guess is that he gave it to the man...

who escaped from the armory with him.

A question, however, I can't answer, but which fascinates me:

What is the identity of those who shot down the helicopter?

For one thing is certain, Excellency, my men did not.

At the moment, Ahmed, I am not interested in what fascinates you.

What I want is the man with the scepter.

I want him and I want him here before the sun is up!

- Captain. - Yes, madam.

My son is under great stress.

It might be wiser to report to me first any information about the scepter.

Of course, madam.

As always, it shall be as you command.

- Wait here. - Where are you going?

To get you a dress.

Wearing that uniform we're not going to get to the garage.

As a matter of fact, we're not going to get anywhere.

Very nice. Very nice indeed.

If you want to get to the garage, I think we better hurry.

Ah, yes, we're going to the garage, but not quite yet.

There's a little matter of a man named Illya Kuryakin.

You'd risk the whole mission to save one man?

Yes, I know, it's rather unprofessional of me...

but then, uh, I'm not perfect.

And how will you get into the fortress?

Shoot my way in if I have to, unless you have a better suggestion.

There is another way.

Colonel Morgan told me about it a long time ago.

He used it whenever he wanted to visit the premiere without being observed.

I've never used it myself.

All right, let's go.

Oh, uh, unless you'd rather sit this one out.

I am a soldier, remember?

I beg your pardon.

Where do you think we are?

We should be under the main building by now.

Of course, I'm only guessing.

Solo...

it has occurred to you that Kuryakin might already be dead?

Often.

It looks like the end of the road.

No, it's just a delay en route.

Uh, did Colonel Morgan tell you whether this was an entrance to the fortress...

or an escape route from it?

An escape route.

Why are you hesitating? See if it works.

It's too easy.

If this gate is here to keep people from going into the fortress...

why is the switch that opens it so close...

that you can just reach through and push it?

Can you see into the box?

No, not from this angle.

Are you sure Colonel Morgan came in this way?

Whenever he wanted to see Karim secretly...

I would drive him to the cave entrance where we came through.

And I would wait for him and pick him up later.

Well, I guess the only thing to do is try.

What...? What?

Well, I see we have a little doorman inside there...

who's dripping venom.

I swear, I didn't know.

Well, fortunately, he made a strike at the reflection from my watch.

Well, there must be something we can use to get in here.

Oh, let me see.

Oh, this must be what Allan used.

Well, we have something new in skeleton keys.

A snake.

And it's some sort of poisonous viper. A rather slow and painful way to die.

Sorry. Next time, Charlie.

Come on. We're late for our appointment as it is.

Don't move, Your Excellency.

Who are you?

You have something that belongs to me. A friend of mine.

I would suggest that you pick up that phone.

Shouldn't take more than a minute to have him taken from his cell and brought here.

Who said he's in a cell?

Who said that he is even...?

If he is dead, so are you.

Security Block 3.

Sergeant, have 612 brought to my office at once.

That's right, the foreigner.

Tell the guard to wait outside. He is to be allowed to enter by himself.

Have the guards wait outside. I want to see him alone.

That's an order, sergeant.

Sit over there.

Do you know the meaning of what you are doing?

Do you?

Who is to get the scepter now that Morgan is dead?

Who are his collaborators?

Why did he turn against me after all these years? Why?

Well, maybe he was annoyed by the fact that you decided to take over the country...

without offering him part of the deal.

The least you could have done was to offer to have split fifty-fifty.

Is that what he said to induce you to join with him?

Humph.

That I was planning some kind of coup?

That charge is a lie.

A subterfuge to trick you into cooperating in the overthrow...

of a legitimate government.

Hey.

I tell you, it is part of a plot led by Morgan...

to take control of the country with the help of the scepter.

Before Allah, I am innocent.

Before Allah, I am the victim, not the perpetrator of an evil conspiracy.

That's very good, very good. Very convincing.

Except for one thing.

Against your word stands the record of Colonel Morgan's whole life.

An unblemished record...

that very few men in the world can match.

I knew him.

Let's get out of here.

Your Excellency, turn around.

This will give you a well-deserved night's sleep.

Jan.

- Jan. - Go away! We are closed!

Jan, wake up.

Jan, open the door.

Who is...? Zia, is that you?

Come in. Come in, quick.

What happened? I'd given you up.

We had some problem yesterday. Did you know the colonel is dead?

Yes, I know. It is the will of Allah, but I am very sorry for you.

The sooner we get out of here, the better. The Security Police are looking for us.

I know. Here's the car.

I'll drive. I know the roads.

Open the door. I'll take that.

Zia, if there's anything you need, money, guns.

Thanks, Jan.

Well? JAN: We are in luck.

They came here after all.

- Just picked up the car. - Good.

- They were carrying a tennis-racket case. - What?

I think the scepter is in a tennis-racket case.

Have you informed the captain that they took the car?

Yes.

I hope you made it clear...

that he was to risk no disturbance in the city.

That any shooting would ruin everything.

He said not to worry. He will pick someplace quiet.

However, he is not too happy about having to kill them.

He will be happy...

when I have the scepter and he's the new premier.

Keep me informed.

Overlord to Captain Ahmed.

Come in, Overlord.

They're on the El Habib road. Heading north.

Speed, approximately 60 miles an hour.

Suggest intercept...

at Fox Charlie Two.

Good. Over and out.

Go.

Out.

This way.

- Don't touch me. - Do you mind telling us who you are?

Let me introduce you, Napoleon.

This is Captain Ahmed of the Security Police.

Acting unofficially, I assure you.

How did you find us?

X marks the spot.

On the roof of your car.

Try the motor.

Well?

Try the trunk.

Five seconds to tell me where the scepter is.

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

And five seconds are up.

We'll drive to the pit. Take the car.

I'm sure you won't mind waiting a little longer.

Get in.

Well, Zia, who is your friend, my dear?

That's Madam Karim, the premier's mother.

- Charmed. - And you are...?

- Does it matter? - Not in the slightest.

I wish to approach this as though we all were civilized people.

However, since we cannot...

what is your price for revealing where you hid the scepter?

Oh, about the same as yours for letting us go without telling you.

You have been spared only because of my love for my country.

A country made indolent and sickly by the flabby hands of my son.

Choking on democracy.

General Morgan must have hated it as I do.

And now that he's gone...

I don't see why you cannot collaborate with me.

Well, thank you. That relieves some doubts I've had.

Colonel Morgan was right.

The only thing he was wrong about was the ringleader of the plot.

No scepter. Not now. Not ever.

You will change your mind. I guarantee it.

Into the bear pit. All of you.

There is no way out. Believe me.

Shall we say, half a minute before we let the bear get at you.

If you should change your minds, shout.

I detest the sight of blood.

Half a minute from...

now.

Oh, by the way, I forgot to thank you for rescuing me from the fortress.

Twelve seconds.

Six, five, four, three...

- two. - All right. You win.

You hear me? You win.

Why? They'll kill us anyway.

Well, where is it?

Let the ladder down and I'll show you where it is.

The other two stay down there.

You fool, what have you accomplished? Nothing.

Give them one more minute.

It's less risky if they come to us.

In any case, kill only the one with the gun.

Get ready to open the door.

We're going to go out the way the bear comes in.

He could have saved a few shots for the bear.

All right, get ready to open it.

Wait. Wait. I can't...

Okay.

It sounds as if Ahmed forgot to pull the ladder up after him.

I told you it was impossible to get out of here.

The fence is charged with 10,000 volts.

Runs through the extent of the whole border.

Might be able to short it with the right equipment.

Even if you could, beyond it, there's a minefield 50 yards wide.

Colonel Morgan's idea.

He set the border about a quarter mile inside our own territory...

to avoid incidents, he said.

Well, that was very thoughtful of him.

No disrespect intended, it's just a little irritating.

- Hmm. - Something?

Take a look.

Comes twice a day.

Tourists. On the way to the ruins about, uh, 6 miles beyond the border.

- When is the next time? - At noon.

- It's too hot after that. - Good. We'll be on it.

Exactly what do you intend to do?

Well, I'm not quite sure right now, but then maybe I've had too much sun.

Though, if we're going to take the scepter on the bus...

we'll have to take the scepter out of the car.

Catch.

Open up.

You sure you wanna do this?

No, but I'm going to.

I promise Colonel Morgan I would deliver the scepter.

And I always keep my promises.

Congratulations, Napoleon. You've more than justified my confidence.

And, Zia. It is Zia, isn't it?

Extraordinary that you were able to get her out, as well as the scepter.

I assume that is the scepter.

Excellent.

All's well that ends well, eh?

It just proves that a plan is no more or less effective...

than the man chosen to execute it.

I must say, I rather thought you'd be more surprised to see me.

In fact, I expected you to be quite shocked.

Well, perhaps when you, uh, see what's inside the scepter...

you will better understand why we were not.

Would you care to open it?

No?

Well, then, allow me.

- Where are they? - How much were the stones worth?

I estimate the diamonds must have been about $10 million.

- How about the rubies and emeralds? - What have you done with them?

- You'll tell me, Napoleon or... - Why? Why?

After you lied to me? You lied before I left New York.

The attempt on my life was a lie. Karim's plot was a lie.

Your death was a lie.

Now the piece de resistance, a grand finale, that.

The final precaution...

to eliminate the one person who could testify to your being alive.

And while I rot in my grave, you'd be rising like Lazarus from yours...

with a new identity, forever safe from pursuit...

and a very, very rich man.

Why did you come, Napoleon?

I guess an obligation to the past.

I wanted be sure that you were alive.

If my suspicions were correct...

I thought maybe you would like to get out from under.

Return the scepter yourself.

Sentimentality? Oh, I trained you better than that.

Well, what are you going to do, Morgan, kill me?

Zia?

For what?

It's all over now. The jewels are gone.

Don't force my hand, Napoleon.

When you're old, it's easy to be pushed.

Yes, and it's easy to fall.

Don't judge me. You have no right. You or anybody.

I fought my wars, the right wars, for the right causes.

And you know what I have today? A body full of scars inside and out.

If I died tomorrow, they'd have to put me in a pauper's grave.

Well, the answer is still the same.

No jewels.

Don't make me do it, Napoleon.

Zia, where are the jewels?

Oh, you've trained me too.

All right.

- I'm sorry. - Colonel, there must be another solution.

How could he have changed? Overnight, almost.

You heard him.

He was just tired of fighting for other people's causes.

He wanted something for himself.

I suppose you'll be returning to New York immediately.

Well, first of all, there's the matter of, uh, returning the scepter to Karim...

and the, um, rather sticky apology that goes with it.

And then, who knows?

Maybe I'll stick around for a few days.