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- How long has he been following you? - Since I left the agency.

- Are there any more of them? - I don't know.

I have a car here in the alley.

- What is that? - The cry of a wolf.

A signal for the hunters to attack their prey.

Smoke signal?

Well, it looks like we might have an Indian uprising on our hands.

You shouldn't be so modest, Mr. Solo.

After all, saving Mr. Kuryakin from a full-scale Indian attack.

I'm sure he'd do the same for me.

- Mr. Solo, I was looking for you. - Yes, sir.

For some time now, our intelligence reports indicate...

that Thrush is on the verge of introducing some new kind of hydrogen bomb.

I recall a Dr. Yahama, a top Thrush nuclear expert.

We've just decoded the microdot report you brought in from Oklahoma.

It seems that Dr. Yahama has been tracked down...

to the Cardiak Indian Reservation outside of Oklahoma City.

Why should the Indians make an attempt upon us?

Well, it seems this report indicates Chief Highcloud is missing.

Thrush?

A Thrush scientist engaged on a top project...

is sent to an Indian reservation without laboratory or staff.

An Indian chief is missing and the tribe is reluctant to talk about any of it.

- Rather perplexing, isn't it? - How perplexing is it?

Mr. Kuryakin will leave for the Indian reservation immediately.

As for you, Mr. Solo...

The chief has a daughter here in New York City.

According to Mr. Clark, technically, she's still a princess in the tribe.

The tribe might talk to her.

Here's her address.

All right, I'll check on that.

Come on. Get him.

Get him. Come on.

What's the trouble?

It's the Indians. They wanna talk to the chief.

- Getting restless, are they? - Yeah.

Send the chief in here.

How's Dr. Yahama?

He's just fine. I left him back at the shack with a man.

Oh.

This just come in off the relay.

Let's see. "Thrush Central confirms units from Nigeria...

Bangkok, New Delhi, Kansas City.

Will be here tomorrow."

They go on to say how important it is that the Project Z, et cetera, et cetera.

As if I didn't know.

Ah, Chief Highcloud.

Chief, your people wanna hear from you to know that you're all right.

I'm sure you wouldn't want them to worry...

so we'll just gonna make a phone call.

I won't help you.

Oh, yes, you will.

Or I gonna kill every last one of them.

You'll kill them all, anyway. My final answer is no.

Get him out of here.

Keep him under tight security, cut his rations down to bread and water.

And take the television set out of his room.

I remember something about the chief having a daughter.

- Daughter, daughter... - Where is she?

Here it is. She's in New York.

And according to this letter, she says she has something to do...

with the preservation of Indian heritage in the dance.

Hi. You get my card?

Yes. Mr. Solo?

Miss Highcloud?

Look, I don't mean to pry, but our dossier on you said that you were a student.

Yes, I am.

But when the government cut back on the student loans I had to get a part-time job.

Now, what can I do for the U-N-C-L-E?

Is there some place we could talk?

I have to catch a 1:00 bus, can you meet me outside?

Fine.

It's about your father, he's missing. I'm afraid he's been kidnapped.

Kidnapped?

Come on, now. Who would wanna kidnap my father?

Well, it's rather complicated.

My car is around the corner, if you'll allow me to explain.

Your car. I see.

I've heard a lot about you secret agents.

Taking girls away with you on the flimsiest of excuses.

How do I know my father's been kidnapped?

You'll have to take my word for it.

I think I'd like something more substantial, if you don't mind.

He has disappeared. Your tribe won't even talk to us about it.

They seem to think we're responsible. We nearly got scalped.

Now, they might talk to you.

What is this?

Well, the bus service hasn't improved much, has it?

Welcome to the L.C. Carson Historical Western Museum.

Non-profit, of course. I'm L.C. Carson, Miss Highcloud.

What's going on here? Where am I?

You in Oklahoma.

Not far from the reservation of your people.

Why did you bring me here?

I represent an organization known as Thrush.

Now, we a large organization with varied interests.

Right now, we interested in the Cardiak Reservation...

as a rendezvous of sorts.

See, Thrush needs privacy.

And the middle of the desert provides plenty of it, wouldn't you say?

I see. What have you done with my father? - He's here.

We brought you to convince him to cooperate with us.

I don't see how I can be of any help to you.

I think you will.

This is a hobby of mine.

Oklahoma massacre.

An entire army unit was wiped out by a band of bloodthirsty hostiles.

It was your people that committed the atrocity...

almost 100 years ago, but that don't matter.

It could have been last week for all they care.

See, Indians don't have no guilt. That's why they still savages.

Chief, here's a little something we shipped in from New York.

Your supposedly noble daughter carrying on the heritage of your people.

This is how she's been exhibiting your tribal dances.

In saloons. CHARISMA: Stop it.

It's not like that at all, father.

Well, now, chief.

How about that little phone call?

Well, chief?

A daughter of mine would not dishonor herself in this way.

She is not my daughter.

You shouldn't have done that.

You're right.

Perhaps my approach has been wrong.

I should kill him and make it an object lesson to the rest of the tribe.

- Not a bad thought. - Wait.

What is it you want him to do?

I want him to tell his people to cooperate with us by keeping silent...

and by keeping strangers away from the reservation for the next 24 hours.

Let me talk to him. I can convince him.

Just give me a little time to get back in his favor.

All right.

You have until 6:00 this evening.

I've promised the tribe to make the chief available to them by sundown.

Could you find some different clothes for me?

Something a little less radical.

I think I can find something appropriate.

- Open Channel D.. - Kuryakin here.

I don't wanna startle you...

but I'm at a place called the L.C. Carson Historical Western Museum...

not far from the reservation.

What are you doing there?

Thrush staged a kidnap attempt on the chief's daughter.

Are you trying to tell me that they staged a successful attempt?

With my usual foresight, I affixed a homing device to her coat.

I assumed they would take her to the chief.

I allowed them to kidnap her.

Well, I'll accept that story for the moment. What are you doing now?

I'm gonna check out their security...

you might as well proceed onto the reservation.

Well, the transportation supplied by our Tulsa office...

is not exactly the most up to date...

but I'll drive in and let you know what I find in the way of Japanese scientists.

All right.

He just went through the gate.

Father?

I brought you some tea.

Father, I want you to try and understand about my dancing...

it's not wrong when I do.

I do it during my lunch hour.

I had hoped you'd return to us.

Please, father. I could never return, not to live anyway.

I just couldn't undertake that change in culture.

I know.

I suppose that's what angered me.

Do you have a good life in New York?

- Yes. I guess so. - But you're not sure.

You're not supposed to be happy in New York...

you're supposed to be lonesome.

You know, I'm supposed to convince you to help those men.

I know.

Well, I guess all we can do is wait...

and hope that the man from U.N.C.L.E. can find us somehow.

The man from what?

Charisma?

- Mr. Solo, where are you? - I'm outside the museum grounds.

- How are you and the chief? - Fine, so far.

Do you know what your hosts are doing?

No, they just want father to keep the tribe in line until tomorrow.

Until tomorrow. All right, you and the chief be very cooperative.

I have a man on the museum grounds, I should be hearing from him soon.

You will tell us who you are, why you have come to this place...

what you want.

If you don't talk, then soon will come the giant red ants...

drawn by the sweet smell of your pale skin.

The ants will come and burrow under your flesh.

I looked everywhere, but I can't find any giant red ants.

There have to be some somewhere.

I think they were killed off by the crop-dusting last year.

If you gentlemen will indulge me a minute.

My name is Illya Kuryakin...

you'll find my identification card in my wallet over there in my jacket.

And that piece of equipment that the gentleman has there...

That was my communicator.

Listen, if you will untie my bonds, I'll show you how we can rescue your chief.

Why should we do what you say? We don't know you.

- You have to follow me. - Why?

Because I have the plan.

How are you, Dr. Yahama?

Would you like some raw fish?

No, thanks.

Everything quiet?

I received confirmation today that the units are on their way.

We'll have your bomb assembled and out by noon tomorrow.

I must say, I'll be most happy to leave this place.

Who's in charge here?

We have come to speak with chief.

Just a minute, I'll put you through to him.

Wait.

We do not wish to speak with chief on your device.

- What do you mean by that? - We have decided.

I will go as delegate to discuss tribal matters with chief.

- Now, just a minute. - We have decided.

Why can't you talk to him over this phone?

The voice can be recorded.

I have been personally tricked that way by the telephone company many times.

We got a problem here, Mr. Carson.

What kind of a problem?

It's the Indians. They won't talk to the chief over the phone.

They wanna send Little Beaver here in for a powwow.

All right, anything to keep those animals quiet.

Send the delegate in here.

I should have known better than to try and deal with savages.

You can't tell them apart, they all act alike.

Oh, I don't know.

You keep your people out of sight until you hear from me.

Let's go.

Solo here.

Our people have been trying for two hours...

but we haven't been able to get in touch with Mr. Kuryakin either.

What would you suggest, sir?

We'll just have to stay on alert, I'm afraid.

Our intelligence reports that various Thrush personnel...

are moving into the Oklahoma area.

Ah, so the Z project is gaining momentum.

Possibly.

That's what we have to find out.

If Thrush does have a new superbomb, this will be our chance to get it.

All right, I'll keep an eye on things here. You let me know if you hear from Illya.

I'll be leaving for our Tulsa office on the morning.

You can reach me there.

Tell Mr. Carson the delegate's here to meet with the chief.

Got a visitor for you, chief.

Something wrong?

I come to speak for council, chief.

I see.

Would you like for me to repeat that?

Mr. Carson wants to see the girl right away.

I'll be right back.

You two can go on with your conference.

There is another of your men outside.

- He talked to us with this. - Communicator dart.

- Fired it through the window, I suppose. - Yes.

My friend is always showing off.

Open Channel D.

- Come in, Napoleon. - What's wrong?

I don't know.

Anyway.

I have to get to that telephone across the hall.

I think it's time that we called our Tulsa office.

It's about time we had some reinforcements.

What should we do?

I suggest you put your ear to the floor here...

then you can hear when the guard leaves.

- Really? - Yes, it's an old Indian trick.

- I was just about to pour a drink. - No, thank you.

I didn't offer you one.

Come here.

Come on. Come over here.

Over here.

Clean it up, squaw.

I don't have any rags on me.

Let me go.

My granddaddy hated Indians, so did my daddy, so do I.

But one must know his enemies...

and I have always known of the secret ways of the savage red man.

- Let me go. - Today, the white man is burdened...

his vitality is ebbing away while you Indians...

still keep your savage strength.

You need a psychiatrist, mister. You're some kind of a first-class kook.

I know you Indians possess the secret.

I want it.

Give me your heritage.

Stay away from me.

I'll shoot.

Not with that, you won't. It ain't loaded.

He said the gun wasn't loaded.

They always say that. Which way to the chief?

Operator, this is an emergency. I need a scrambled line.

All right, we're gonna make a break for it. Stay behind me.

- What are you doing? Generally speaking. - I'm putting through a call for help.

Then you better try shouting because we just cut the phone lines.

Sorry to break up your little costume party.

How.

What's our next move?

It would be very appropriate if we could escape now...

but I'm a little too securely tied, myself.

- Napoleon? - Well, I'm not having much luck either.

I've had my men check out the entire area.

Not a sign of any U.N.C.L.E. agents beside these two.

I'm going out to the reservation to meet the scientists.

What is that supposed to do?

I'm trying to find the right kind of music.

All right.

Go ahead. Just like it was your lunch hour.

What do you want me to do?

First, order a jet, have it pick me up at the shack at 1:00.

Then close everything down here, and burn the place down...

with them inside.

Back to work, Napoleon.

All right.

Just as you say.

I did it.

All right, for your next number, you untie me.

We're gonna have to make this quick, doctor.

Well, now, although you've been working in different countries...

independent of each other, Dr. Yahama here has been your director.

If you will put the boxes on the table in front of me.

Now, if you will, please unlock them.

Thank you.

Not one of you realized it, but you were all working in a joint effort...

to construct a new style nuclear weapon.

A hydrogen device...

with the megaton equivalent to any Russian or American bomb.

But it has an obvious, crucial difference.

It's size. Small enough to carry in a briefcase.

Yes, gentlemen, we've done it.

We've transistorized a hydrogen bomb.

Let's go. Into the back of the truck. Hurry up.

- That's the last of them. - Thank you.

Get your shoulder out of the truck. What was that?

It's a new combination of sleep gas and deodorant.

I'm afraid all of the phone lines are down.

They're probably assembling the Z project right now.

All right. We'll need some of your men.

I'll escort them down to the reservation gate.

I should be back here before the jet arrives.

Bonzai.

The hydrogen device is in one of these briefcases.

Since you'll be going in your separate

directions once you leave the reservation...

it is a convenient security precaution.

The combination to your briefcase is waiting

for each of you in your home country.

And I must warn you...

if the briefcase is opened without the combination...

and it does not contain the device, nothing'll happen.

However, if the briefcase is opened and it is the one with the device...

the hydrogen device will be triggered.

So be careful, gentlemen.

Stop here.

Get the guns out of the trunk and distribute them to the men.

These are all the men I could find.

All right. That'll do.

Indians. Pull the cars into a line.

We're gonna charge straight through them.

I don't know whom I massacring. Only this time, we gonna win.

All right. Now, all of you Indians, line up in front of me.

Step on it.

Straight line.

All right.

Take out your guns.

Raise you guns in the air.

Charge!

There's my jet.

Pull the cars in a circle.

All right, we've got them to take a stand, let's close in on them.

- Where is it, Carson? - It won't do you no good.

I found one of these in each of the trucks.

So now, I guess I've gotta pick out which one, huh?

If you are lucky enough to open the right one...

you gonna blow up this half of Oklahoma.

What do you suggest I do then?

I know where the combination is at the shack...

if you'll let me go, I'll show you where it is.

I see. It's that simple, huh?

I think I get the general idea.

I used a similar ploy about three years ago in Morocco.

Hmm.

It wasn't in that one.

It was in the spring as I recall, three years ago, similar situation.

The problem was to get some secret information out.

That sort of narrows it down, doesn't it?

Well, to make a long story short, I devised a plan.

That's just as what you've done, Carson, instead of giving it to my couriers...

I took it out myself.

Well, Mr. Solo.

I hope you don't mind my interrupting your expedition.

No, sir, no. How did you get here?

I was in Tulsa, waiting for you call. We heard of a Thrush jet heading this way.

We commandeered it.

I think we'll find the hydrogen device at their shack.

Oh, we have that already.

Yes, Dr. Yahama was persuaded to hand it over to us.

All right, take this man to the trading

post and arrange for a security pickup.

Take the rest of these men along.

There's must be a very good reason for your being dressed up like this, Mr. Kuryakin.

I'm anxious to read about it in your report.

I won't forget this.

This is Chief Highcloud and his daughter Charisma.

- This is Mr. Alexander Waverly. - A pleasure, sir.

Well, Miss Highcloud, I expect you're anxious to return to New York.

Yes.

I suppose you must go back.

Then as your chief and your father...

I must pass on to you the key to happiness.

Wherever you are to live...

find yourself a nice Indian boy and settle down.

I don't think you have anything to worry about.