The Man from U.N.C.L.E. (1964–1968): Season 3, Episode 7 - The Thor Affair - full transcript

[TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING]

WAVERLY [OVER RADIO]:
I'm glad to hear the train is on time...

...because time is of the essence,
gentlemen.

Yes, sir.

[CHATTERING]

If you don't eat something,
you are going to die.

Take some fruit juice.

I'm your doctor and I order you 10--

[WEAKLY]
I am your president.

I order you to leave me alone.

Seventeen days is too long a fast
for a man of your age.



I don't like it.

Nahdi exposed like that,
he's a perfect target for an assassin.

Mr. President, one more day
and I won't be responsible.

I'll take no food...

...until the world powers
agree to a disarmament conference.

And if they don't?

Then I'll die.

- Anything?
- Not so far.

[MEWING]

ILLYA: I'm sure his security people
don't like it either.

But he has to get his message across.

You can eat now.
They've accepted your terms.

The cessation of testing?
And the moratorium?

Everything, to the last codicil.



Help me up.

[CHEERING]

You know, this crowd seems to love him.

I think I've found someone who doesn't.
Look over there.

My people, we played...

...and they answered.

[CROWD CHEERS]

[GRUNTING]

[GUN CLICKS]

[GUN COCKS]

The great powers
have agreed to sit down...

...and to reason together.

[KITTEN MEWING]

[GUNSHOT]

[CROWD SCREAMING]

[ILLYA GRUNTS]

SOLO:
Hmm.

[SNEEZE THEN GUNSHOT]

[CROWD SCREAMING]

Saved by a sneeze.

Well, we can hardly expect
such good fortune the next time.

- Do you think there will be a next time?
- There's no doubt whatever in my mind.

Thrush would never have missed.
The whole thing smacks of amateurs.

Amateurs, Mr. Kuryakin, are sometimes
harder to deal with than professionals.

Less predictable.

Well, I suppose you want us
to go to the Geneva conference.

Yes, I, uh, ahem--

I've booked passage for you both
on the 8 a.m. flight.

- Tourist?
- Well, I, uh...

I'm sorry to be so parsimonious,
gentlemen...

...but we're approaching the end
of our fiscal year...

...and the, uh, auditors
are closely scrutinizing the vouchers.

I'd appreciate it if you would
hold expenses to the minimum.

[CLEARS THROAT]

[WAVERLY CLEARS THROAT]

KIRU:
Gentlemen, please open your bags.

Do you have anything to declare?
Cigarettes, perfume?

Not a thing.

Thank you.

- Everything in order?
- Perfectly, sir.

Enjoy your stay.

Thank you.

They always have to mess up your shirts.

How else would you know
you crossed a new frontier?

Oh, which reminds me,
I better check on Nahdi's arrival.

I will be back in a moment.

Ah, excuse me. What time
does the president's plane arrive?

Um, let's see.

- Not before 6:00 in the afternoon, sir.
- We're staying at the, uh, William Tell.

If there's any change,
would you let us know?

- Cenainly.
- Thank you.

- Is it accomplished?
- It is in the bag.

That's what you said the last time.

I had him right in my sights, Mr. Thor.

Yes, and I suppose
a septuagenarian's reflexes...

...are faster than a speeding bullet?

We shall get him when he arrives in Geneva.
I will shoot him dead in his tracks.

You'll do nothing of the son.

I've, uh, invited him to be my guest
for the duration of his visit.

- And he accepted?
- Naturally.

Then we can arrange for a little accident
when he gets here.

Not at all.

I am now supporting
the peace conference.

But we have lost three men
trying to prevent it.

We'll do better than prevent it.

We're going to send Nahdi
into the conference...

...and he will proceed to blow up
all the heads of state in attendance.

Clever, don't you think?

- Sheer genius, Mr. Thor.
- Hmm.

Now, uh, what type of device
did you put in their bags at the Customs?

Razor blades. They are ready
to blow up any time you wish.

I hope so, Kiru. For your sake, I hope so.

I know you have a reservation, gentlemen,
but, I mean, with this summit conference...

...there's hardly a room to be had
in all Geneva.

This happens every time we have one
of these dreadful peace conferences.

Yes, the prospect of world peace
is a pretty terrifying thought.

Oh, it certainly is.

Anyway, if you'll give me a moment,
I'll see what I can do.

Excuse me, could you get me a cab?

Uh, see the doorman, miss.
Now, gentlemen, I--

I've already seen the doorman.
He suggested I see you.

He said you might call a taxi company
or something.

I must get to the airport by 4:00.

I am sorry, mademoiselle...

...but I'm sure there's not
an available taxicab in the whole city.

Do you see what I mean?

Give me a few minutes
and I'll come up with something for you.

Why don't you have a drink in the bar?
On the house.

- But what about me?
- Now, don't worry. You come with us.

As soon as the gentleman finds us a room,
we'll take you the airport ourselves.

- But we haven't even been introduced.
- Well--

- What is your name?
- Nellie Canford.

Nellie Canlord, meet Napoleon Solo.

- Enchanté. This is Mr. IIIya Kuryakin.
- It's a pleasure.

Now that the introductions are complete...

...let's take advantage of the generous offer
of the gentlemen, shall we?

SOLO:
Come on.

I would like to see the faces
of our friends from U.N.C.L.E.:

Nahdi arriving two hours
before he's expected...

...and on your private plane.

For security purposes only.

Above all,
the president must be protected.

Welcome to Geneva, Mr. President.
I am Brutus Thor.

I'm honored that you accepted
my invitation.

It was most gracious of you, Mr. Thor.

I cannot tell you how I shall appreciate
staying at your villa...

...away from all the fanfare.

Believe me, sir, it's a privilege
to be of some, uh, small assistance...

...to the great champion of world peace.

Thank you, Mr. Thor.

[NELLIE LAUGHING]

And when that Roman
had the nerve to pinch me...

...well, I just hauled up
and gave him a pow.

Say, uh, what time is it?

- There's no hurry. We don't have our room.
- That could take forever.

Listen, you've both have been very sweet,
but I must go or I'll miss my plane.

Now, let me see. I had, uh, three daiquiris.
That's two francs--

Now, that's all right. We'll take care of it.

- Oh, no, I couldn't.
- Yes, you could.

All right, I could, ha, ha. But you must
promise to let me buy you a drink...

...the next time you get to Newport News.

HOTEL CLERK: Mr. Solo.
- It's a promise.

Here's your key. Room 609, ha, ha.

Oh, and, uh, there's a phone call for you.
You can take it right here.

SOLO:
Oh.

Yes, uh, Solo here.

You know something?

You're cute.

You're very kind.

Hmm. I feel like such a naughty girl.

All these daiquiris.

It's absolutely lewd.

- All right, thank you.
ILLYA: That was...?

SOLO: The airport.
Nahdi came in on a private plane.

- We better check the embassy.
- Right.

NELLIE: But what about me?
- We'll get you a cab.

In Geneva?
But you'll have to throw somebody out.

ILLYA:
Well, that's better than breaking a promise.

[WATCH RINGING]

[MEOWS]

- Yes?
- It is me, Mr. Thor.

It's about time. What took you so long?

They just--

They've just got a room, 609.

They're on their way up there right now.

I see. You're sure they can't find the bomb
it they open their overnight bag?

- Impossible.
- Excellent.

We", give Mr. Solo and Mr. Kuryakin
a chance to make themselves comfortable...

...then, uh, press the button.

[SIGHS]

[MEOWS]

[TIRES SCREECH]

Quick, quick! Back to the hotel.
Quick, quick!

Hurry.

SOLO:
Yes, I'll hold.

Did you mark those drinks
in the expense account?

- No, I will absorb them personally.
- Hmm. Very generous.

I'm sure you'll get even
it you ever get to Newport News.

Ha, ha. Well, I won't hold my breath.

Quick! Hurry!

Yes, I'm holding.

Nobody at the embassy knows anything
about Nahdi's arrival.

ILLYA:
Well, isn't that rather strange?

Yes, perhaps you can help me.
I'm trying to locate President Nahdi.

He's not staying at the embassy.

Brutus Thor?

All right, thank you.

Brutus Thor, the munitions king?

Well, I don't know of anyone else
with that name.

Disarmament conferences
make strange bedfellows.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Come in. Come in!

- Where is it?
BOTH: What?

The overnight bag.

Those were my shirts.

[BAG EXPLODES]

- That was close.
- Thank you.

You're welcome. Bye.

How did you know about the...?

I heard a man say that there was a bomb
in Solo's overnight bag.

And he said Room 609.

Listen, I gotta run. The meter's running.

Hey, wait a minute. What's all this about?
What are you talking about?

- What man? Where?
- In my teeth.

- Your what?
- Your tooth?

Uh-huh. You see, my dentist says that
the acids in my system are kind of funny.

And when I have something to drink
with rum in it...

...or if the weather conditions are right,
well, then my molar filling...

...turns into sort of a, like.
you know, a radio receiver.

And a radio announcer
told you there was a bomb in my bag?

Oh, no, no. I was listening to
the baseball scores on Radio Free Europe...

...when all 01a sudden
this voice broke in.

What kind of voice?

Well, I don't know.
A man. A raspy foreign voice.

I've read about your type,
just never met one.

Hey, listen, I still might catch my plane.

Um, sorry about your shirts. Bye.

Miss Canford, uh, look.
we can't let you go now.

I mean, not with your talent.

But I've gotta get back
to Newport News.

Forget Newport News.
This is, uh, far more important.

Oh, now wait a minute.

We shall only need you for a few days.

Mr. Kuryakin, I don't know
what kind 01a girl you think I am.

Believe me, believe me,
we're only interested in your tooth.

And nothing but the tooth.

If you don't let go of me,
I'm gonna scream.

- Then we shall have to gag you.
- It will be easier if you cooperate.

But my job. I was a substitute teacher
and this is my first permanent assignment.

Our company has, uh.
many, many connections.

Including the Newport News
board of education.

There's something I have to tell you.

Your tooth could play a decisive part
in the fight for world peace.

What kind of company are you with?

The, uh, United Network Command
for Law and Enforcement.

The U.N.C.L.E.

U.N.C.L.E.

No. Really?

But where would I stay?
I couldn't get another room to save my life.

Well, we can share this room.

- Now, whoa there.
- Oh, come on, now.

It'll be perfectly proper. Are you kidding?

We'll, uh, just hang a sheet somewhere.

You can have the side with the view.

How's that?

RHETT: May I help you?
SOLO: Yes, I wanna see President Nahdi.

RHETT: Oh, I'm sorry.
He's not receiving any callers.

My name is Napoleon Solo.

Would you please show
the president this card?

RHETT: I'm afraid it makes no difference.
I'm under very strict orders, sir.

- Whose orders?
THOR: Mine.

I am Brutus Thor.

Well, I'm Napoleon Solo.
It's very urgent that I see President Nahdi.

Please come in, Mr. Solo.

ILLYA:
Thank you.

THOR: Mr. Solo, I'm sure you can appreciate
our caution with regard to visitors.

Yes, of course I understand.

These are my associates,
Mr. Kuryakin and Miss Canford.

- Charmed.
- Likewise.

President Nahdi is, uh, in meditation
at the moment.

While we wait, may I offer you a brandy?

Excellent, yes. And, uh, Miss Canlord
will have something with a little rum in it.

Oh, yes, rum.

Rhett?

Ah, Mr. Kuryakin.

I, uh, see you're admiring my little display.

Oh, I often wondered
where Santa Claus spent the off-season.

It's, uh, very interesting.

- What's your name?
TOY DOG: My name is Fido.

ILLYA: That's a most unusual toy.
- Yes, I'm quite proud of Fido.

The sound of your voice
triggered the speech mechanism.

I presume this is the dove of peace.

Of course. I only manufacture peace toys.

Isn't that a rather abrupt turnabout?

I thought the name of The!
was always associated with tanks, not toys.

You're quite right, Mr. Solo.
But it's time the family image was changed.

I, sir, wish to be remembered
as a man of peace.

[COUGHING]

Are you all right?

President Nahdi will see you now.

Ah, Dr. Diljohn...

...President Nahdi's personal physician
and closest associate.

Uh, Miss Canford, Mr. Solo
and Mr. Kuryakin.

Uh, excuse me.

I can't tell you, Mr. Kuryakin,
how much safe! I feel...

...knowing that your organization
will be on hand...

...throughout the entire conference.

Oh, I can't tell you
what a pleasure it is to be here.

DOLL:
Mama. Mama.

I apologize for changing
my travel arrangements.

I realize it caused you inconvenience.

Oh, that's all right.
I only wish you had let us know.

I am sorry.

But I must admit
I welcomed the opportunity...

...to avoid the hive of reporters
and photographers.

I understand.

I must advise you, however,
to relocate your headquarters...

...to somewhere less, uh...

Well, let's say available.

Your concern, Mr. Solo,
does not pass unappreciated.

But I feel very safe here...

...and I would not insult
my gracious host by leaving.

Well, it Mr. Thor
is really interested in your safety...

...he won't mind your moving
for the sake of security.

Whoever shot at you in your own country
is certain to try again.

Perhaps, Mr. Solo.

But what saved me that time, security?

Fate, or to be more precise,
my allergy to cats.

Mr. Solo, tomorrow the world
is going to sit down to discuss peace.

And I firmly believe
that I am fated to lead that discussion.

All right.

Our phone number.

If I can be of any service,
anything at all, please call.

Thank you.

Until tomorrow, at the conference.

Thank you.

I shall step into the garden
for a breath of air.

Something troubling you, doctor?

- Yes.
- Well?

I feel you should have
taken Mr. Solo's advice.

My friend, isn't it enough
that you are my physician...

...that you guard me with your life...

...that you taste my food
before you let me eat it?

But you can't guard me
against my own judgment...

...or shield me from my responsibility.

- Trust me.
- I trust you, but...

Forgive me.

Oh, have you seen my notes
for the opening address?

I'll see if they're ready.
Mr. Thor is having them re-typed.

That man thinks of everything,
doesn't he?

THOR: “One nation builds a bomb
under the guise of self-defense.

Their enemy builds a bigger bomb
in self-defense.

My friends, where does it stop?

The world is starving
and we are building bigger bombs.“

I must say, Nahdi does sound convincing.

THOR: Why are you so unhappy, Kiru?
Everything's going perfectly.

We had those U.N.C.L.E. agents right here.
We should not have let them get away.

But I didn't let them get away.

I just granted a stay of execution,
until tomorrow at the conference.

When the bomb goes 0”,
Solo and Kuryakin will go off with it...

...along with Nahdi and everyone else.

[THOR CLEARS THROAT]

What's that?

It's Dr. Diljohn.
He must have heard everything.

Don't worry.

I have a very effective cure...

...for eavesdropping.

- Any messages?
- I'll check, sir.

Have you heard anything?

The Luceme Symphony
and some German soccer match.

No, sir.

[RINGS]

Front desk.

Yes, he's right here. Mr. Solo?

- Hmm?
- It's for you.

- Mm, thank you.
- You can take it right here.

Solo here.

This is Dr. Diljohn,
President Nahdi's physician.

Something terrible has happened,
Mr. Solo.

They are going to plant a bomb
at the peace conference.

Who's going to plant a bomb?

Everyone is going to be killed.

- You've got to do something, Mr. Solo.
- Doctor, calm down.

[DIAL TONE]

Doctor? Doctor?

[DILJOHN GASPING]

I'm sorry, Dr. Diljohn.

But sometimes a little knowledge
can be a dangerous thing.

[GRUNTING]

Where's Dr. Diljohn?

THOR: In here, Mr. Solo.
I've been trying to reach you.

Why? About Dr. Diljohn?

THOR:
Yes, he, uh, suffered a coronary occlusion.

- Dead?
- Yes.

- When did it happen?
- We don't know exactly.

Mr. Kim found him.

Holding the telephone.

Has Mr. Nahdi been told?

Not yet.

Poor man.
I was growing very fond of him.

Should I notify the authorities, Mr. Thor?

[GASPS]

- What is it?
- Him!

The voice. The bomb in your room.

All right, the masks are off, Thor.

And the game is over, Mr. Solo.

We'll just want you to stay with us
for a couple of days, Miss Canford.

I had to listen to you, right?

I was on my way to Virginia
for a very rewarding career.

I'll probably lose my job.

Worse than that,
I'll probably lose my life.

Mr. Thor? This is Kim.

- Must be some kind of a transmitter.
- Shh.

Miss Canford?

[WHISPERING]
He's talking to Thor.

They're taking us to Lake Geneva.

We all share your loss, Mr. President.

I didn't know he had a heart condition.

That's the way those things happen.

You work, you strive,
and then when you least expect it...

Such an untimely death.

Death is always untimely.

Did Dr. Diljohn get my notes before he...?

I'll see that you get them right away.

- Is it done?
- Uh, yes, sir.

But I still don't understand
why you only wanted me to spray Page 10.

Ooh, you know
how these great heads of state are.

I don't want to miss any Iatecomers.

Oh, very clever scheme, if it works.

Oh, it cannot fail.

The essence of cat on this page
doesn't affect you or me...

...but when the peacemonger
turns the page, he'll start to sneeze.

When he sneezes,
he'll reach for his customary handkerchief.

Have you got it?

And when he wipes his nose, boom.

[CHUCKLES]

And the, uh, beauty of it
is you can, uh, drop it...

...you can walk on it, you can even light it
with a match and nothing will happen.

But moisture, even the most minute drop
from a single sneeze...

...will immortalize everybody
in the conference room.

[SIGHS]

The sun's up.

I'm sleepy.

Then why not try sleeping?

Oh, I can't go to sleep in this position.
I'm all scrunched up.

Then think of something, uh...

...pleasant.

Ah, crawl over there.

- Why?
- Don't ask any foolish questions.

Just crawl over there.

Okay, but don't look.
I have to hike up my skin.

[GASPS]

Oh, I can't crawl anymore.

Well, uh, just stand up, then.

Stand up? You might as well ask me
to whistle “Dixie“ while I'm at it.

Well, it you think that will help,
by all means.

[NELLIE WHISTLING “DIXIE"]

All right, now hippity-hop over
to the post. Go on. Hop to it.

Hip, hop. Now unhook that ladder.

- She'll never make it.
- Unhook it. Let it swing over here.

That's it. Okay. Now...

[SOLO GRUNTING]

NELLIE:
Hey, that's a good trick to remember.

It'll keep my kindergarten kids busy
when I get back to school.

[GRUNTING]

If I get back to school.

[GROANING]

SOLO:
Three of them.

Well, we could rush them.

Hey!

Uh, isn't anyone going to untie me?

Wrists hurt, my feet hurt.

How's your fishing?

Oh, I can open a tin of sardines.

Well, that's more than I can do.

[GRUNTS]

Hey, wait.

All right, go on with him.

[GUNSHOT]

[WATER SPLASHING]

You stop that.

Oh.

[THUDS]

You did well, Nell.

I took a quickie course in self-defense
when I knew I was coming abroad.

My tum.

I suggest we repair to the hotel
for repairs.

The conference is due to start
in a few hours.

What about Mr. Nahdi?

Obviously, they're not going to kill him
before the conference.

I think we better let The! play his hand out
to the last card.

They're not very friendly.

If you saw three seedy-looking characters
standing on the road...

...would you pick them up?

We'll never get a ride this way.

Can you suggest something better?

In there.

Hey!

[TELEPHONE RINGS]

Mr. Thor's residence.

Let me speak to Mr. Thor.

It's Mr. Kim.

What is it, Kiru?

Just a moment.

I said two minutes and 45 seconds.

I still can't work out how they intend
to smuggle the bomb in.

[HUMMING]

Are you getting anything
on your tooth?

Some combo from Radio Luxembourg.

Keeps fading out.

[SIGHS]

You better have a little more rum.

I keep drinking and drinking and nothing.

[HICCUPS]

- Except hiccups.
- Well, drink up. We haven't got much time.

Oh, um, excuse me.

If I drink much more,
I refuse to be responsible for my actions.

More rum, please.

There's no time for that.
The conference starts in an hour.

Cancel that rum.

You better get on over to Thor's place.
The answer may be there.

In the meantime,
I'll take Nellie down to the conference.

Hurry up, Nell.

[CLAPS]

I'll stop on the way
and pick up some rum cookies.

[DOOR CLOSES]

There, I believe I have everything I need.

I've waited along time
for this moment, Mr. Thor.

As have we all.

Oh.

There.

You're going to be on television,
you know.

And the whole world will be watching.

So accustomed to having
poor old Dr. Diljohn at my side.

Good luck, Mr. President.

We're all counting on you.

Welcome to the first globally televised
peace conference.

This is Richard Turer,
your commentator on this broadcast...

TURER [ON TV] ...being sent
throughout the world by Telstar.

Dignitaries from almost every nation
are taking their seats.

President Fazir Nandi is approaching
his place at the conference table.

TURER:
Mr. Nahdi will be introduced shortly...

...and we will witness this chapter
in history.

You getting something?

What?

[MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO]

Hmm, “La Traviata.“

From Naples. Very clear.

MAN:
It is my great pleasure...

...to present President Fazir Nahdi.

[SOLO CLEARS THROAT]

My friends...

...I want to thank you
for having responded to my appeal...

...for having come
from all parts of the world...

...in response
to the noblest aspiration of mankind.

The cause of world peace.

The time has finally arrived.

[CROWD APPLAUDING ON TV]

It certainly has, Mr. President.
It certainly has.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

Ah, Mr. Thor wants you
to watch the front of the house.

[ALARM BEEPING]

[MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY ON TV]

Somebody is at the toys.

THOR:
The door is locked.

The toys will take care of the visitors.
Activate them.

[GUNSHOT]

DOLLS:
Mama. Mama. Mama.

[GUNSHOTS]

[HOOTING]

[HOOTS]

[HOOTS]

[GUNSHOT]

NAHDI: When differences of opinion
can be resolved--

[CHEERING ON RADIO]

NAHDI:
So that the bird of peace...

...can fly once more in safety.

Eat now, applaud later.

Enough applause. Let him speak.

Three more pages
and he'll plaster the walls with you.

NAHDI [ON TV]: War is a scar
which never heals. It is a cancer...

[BOTH GRUNTING]

You'll feel better if you straighten up.

NAHDI [ON TV]: There is no peaceful and to nun...

[CROWD APPLAUDING ON TV]

A time to and aggression?

Today is not soon enough.

[CROWD APPLAUDS]

Welcome, Mr. Kuryakin.

Would you care to sit down
and watch my favorite television show?

NAHDI [ON TV]: A hate which forms
the foundation for future war.

My friends...

...where does this stop?

You're about to see a page of history.

The tenth page of Nahdi's speech.

When he turns it, psst.

He has two pages to go.

He's such a slow reader.

NAHDI:
War has destroyed entire cities...

...stripped nations
of their youthful manpower...

...tom fathers from their home
and left millions of women...

-...and children homeless.
- Open Channel D.

- IIIya, come in.
NAHDI: So under the guise of self-defense...

IIIya, are you there?

NAHDI: ...one nation builds a bomb.
- IIIya, are you there?

NAHDI: Their enemies build a bigger bomb.
- Nothing.

- Getting anything?
- Not now. Just a lot of static.

And a few more cavities.

- Eat.
NAHDI: Where does it stop?

Eat, eat.

[SIGHS]

The world is starving
and we build bombs.

[MEOWS]

So it's in the handkerchief.

That's hardly new, you know.

It originated with Thrush.

Oh?

I daresay Thrush didn't use it, um...

...as effectively as it will be used
in just a few seconds.

He's on Page 9 now.

NAHDI [ON TV]: The basis of hostility is--

[MEOWING]

[GRUNTS]

Serves him right too.

Miss Canford?

Miss Canford.

Nellie?

ILLYA [OVER RADIO] Miss Sanford,
the [lamb is in Nahdi's handkerchief.

Your tooth?

ILLYA: Miss Sanford.
- You getting something?

- Shh.
ILLYA: It will explode when he sneezes.

- Will you--?
- The handkerchief.

- What?
- Nahdi's handkerchief. It's a bomb.

And I could point clearly to...

A man has just jumped from
the visitor's gallery to the floor below...

...glides across the table,
pushed President Nahdi into a chair.

He's holding his finger
under President Nahdi's nose.

Don't just stand there,
get the president a handkerchief.

Thank you, Mr. Solo.

[SNIFFING]

And after spending a few days in New York,
I came back home to Newport News.

All in all,
it was a very exciting summer vacation.

Well, now, that's all for today, children.

When the bell rings,
I want you to stand up...

...and walk out
like ladies and gentlemen.

[BELL RINGS]

Come on.

- How does it feel to be back?
- Oh, wonderful.

I hope everything was all right
with the school board.

Oh, yes, and I didn't even miss a day's pay.
Well, thank you again, Mr. Waverly.

Ah, pay, yes, yes.
That reminds me. I, uh...

I have here, gentlemen,
your, uh, expense checks.

Oh.

I don't understand this deduction, $12.14.

Yeah, it's on mine too.

Well, it seems that two
trailing arbutus plants were destroyed...

...when Miss Canford disposed of your
overnight bag out of the window, ha, ha.

Oh, well, I'll pay for them.
I mean, it's only right.

Oh, Miss Canford, that's very kind
and generous of you.

But I daresay, Mr. Solo and Mr. Kuryakin
can afford it rather better than you.

I mean, after all, a teacher's pay...

That's true. And with that big dental bill.

Yes, I meant to ask you about that.
How's your, uh, molar?

Oh, it's all fixed now.
I don't hear a thing on my teeth anymore.

- Except for, uh, one thing.
- What's that?

Well, I don't whether this is the right thing
for a schoolteacher to admit...

...but, uh, well, I seem to have developed
quite a taste for, uh...

...rum cookies.

Hmm.

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