The Man from U.N.C.L.E. (1964–1968): Season 4, Episode 12 - The Man from THRUSH Affair - full transcript

Raven to Eagle. Raven to Eagle.

AGENT: Raven to Eagle.

Come in, Raven.

The bird is winged.
The bird is winged.

Stand by.

Send in Mr. Solo, please.

It's Irbos.

Channel D. Channel...

Z-95.

Z-95.

Z-95.



Unh. Z-95.

Mr. Petros, I believe you speak
the language of the island of Irbos.

Why, yes, sir.

Well, I may have some
trouble with tenses, but...

Why do you ask?

Z-95.

Project code identification
for the island of Irbos.

It's taken us three months,
gentlemen, to learn that Thrush is there.

The question now is
what are they doing there?

The latest intelligence on the more
recent Thrush expenditures in that region.

Hmm?

Electronic gear,
construction material.

Three billion dollars?

Spent on an island no
larger than a microdot



and of no apparent
value whatsoever? Why?

That, Mr. Petros, is what you
and Mr. Solo will determine.

You will go ashore there.

Now, gentlemen, I can't overemphasize
the urgency of your mission.

Thrush already has a
three months' head start.

Communicate with me
when you're safely ashore...

then find out what Thrush is doing
on that "microdot of no apparent value."

Welcome aboard, Andreas.

Let's get out of these wet suits
and into a couple of dry hopsacks.

Welcome to Irbos.

Hmm. An invisible barrier.

Let me go! Pigs! Animals!

You. Where's Dr. Killman?

Your name Filene?

I'm Mr. Filene. Now,
where's Dr. Killman?

Dr. Killman said you could walk.

Walk?

- He said that?
- That's what he said.

You stop when I'm talking
to you. You hear me?

I take my orders
from Dr. Killman.

And you walk over that hill.

Well, you can be sure of one thing:
Thrush Central will hear about this.

He looks like my size, he's
obviously from Thrush Central...

and he's new around here.

And what if he and this
Dr. Killman have met before?

If they haven't,
I'm on the inside.

Guards! Guards!

He's dead.

Spread out along the hill.

Cover that area again.

Better call Mr. Waverly.

Open Channel D.

Open Channel D.

Hello? Hello?

They must have a jamming
screen around the entire island.

At least we can keep in touch.

Check all the caves.

All right. I'll get
rid of them. I hope.

Put away those guns.

We heard someone call for help.

I tripped and fell halfway
down that blasted hill.

It's a wonder I wasn't
killed. Get out of my way.

Surprise.

Why wasn't I
met at the airfield?

Dr. Killman.

- I'm not...
- You're a spy.

A peeper, a meddler, a spy.

This is Killman's project.

Killman. No one else's.

Thirty years of research.

Thirty years of agonizing trial and error,
and they whine about a few miserable days.

Did they tell you how nearly
ready the machine is, did they?

- They told me...
- Oh, get out of here.

Go back and tell Central
this project will be completed...

without interference from
any efficiency experts.

I have no intention of going anywhere.
Vast amounts of money have been spent...

Killman offers the world, and they
worry about a few million dollars.

Billions, Dr. Killman. Billions.

Every able-bodied man
and woman on this island...

is at work at this very moment.

They have been for months.

Oh, there have been problems
and the work has slowed down...

but they'll finish it.

They've got to finish it.

Obviously, Central has serious doubts about
the fact that they'll finish it on time.

People work around the clock.
What more can anyone do?

That's why I'm here.

Now, of course, we both
have our private feelings...

but then, of course,
we're both Thrush.

Unless you're planning
on defying the organization.

I caught him outside, doctor.

Seemed to have some idea
about trying to liberate the other one.

Why bring him in here?
You know the orders.

This makes two who tried
to escape in the last hour.

I thought you'd like to know.

All right, all right.
You did the right thing.

You're the efficiency
man. What would you do?

Well, naturally, I'll have to
know more about the situation...

before I make a final decision.

But if he's a worker, I think
that's what he should be doing.

Killman will show
you efficiency.

Take him out and shoot him.

For the last time, I'm telling you,
killing people won't accomplish anything.

Well, you're a new
breed of Thrush.

Since when has reprisal ceased
to be an important weapon?

Certain projects
require certain methods.

I assume you can communicate
with the guards outside.

Naturally. That microphone.

Then call them.

I represent Thrush Central.

I order you to stop this execution
or face a charge of mutiny.

Ready.

Give the orders.

Aim.

KILLMAN: Killman speaking.

Stop the execution.

Put the prisoner in
the cell in the cavern.

You do agree that he should
at least be put behind bars?

For the time being, yes.
Now, release the other one.

No. He's a dangerous troublemaker.
All of them who try to escape are.

Please leave that
to me, Dr. Killman.

Release the one who's tied up.

Lock him in with the others.

Forty-eight hours.

You have 48 hours to prove
just how efficient you can be.

After that, Killman won't be
responsible for your safety.

This is a small island...

but there are a number of interesting
ways one can meet with an accident here.

Oh, I'm certain of that, doctor.

With your complete cooperation, 48
hours will be more than enough time.

Now, if you'll show me the
project, I'd like to get to work.

Tell me, Mr...

Filene.

Filene.

What do you know
of the lepidopteran?

Oh, about as much as I know about
your 30 years of research, Dr. Killman.

Oh, they begin life as a
plain, almost ugly worm...

and then the metamorphosis.

Button at the desk.

Oh.

Beautiful.

She is indeed.

Oh, Marnya. This is
Mr. Filene, he's come to assist.

He won't stay with us long, but
you may show him to a guest room.

Marnya.

Uh, with so little time, Dr. Killman,
I'd like to see the project immediately.

Very well.

Marnya will take you.
Won't you, my dear?

Right now, I would
like to talk to you.

We'll talk later.

Mr. Filene.

Remember, 48 hours.

Yes? What is it?

They found this
near the airfield, sir.

Some sort of weapon, but I've
never seen one like it before.

Oh, yes. It's a prototype
of Thrush's new force ray.

Very ingenious.

I guess that Filene must have
dropped it. He did say he had a fall.

And, sir, we found another
escaped worker in a cave.

Another one?

He was dead. Do you wanna
have a look at the body, sir?

No, no, no, just bury him
and get back to your post.

He's a liar.

Look, I tell you, I
am here to help.

He takes us for fools.

- No. Listen to me...
- Listen.

Like we listened to that pig,
Killman. He wanted to help us too.

Look, will you
please let me explain?

We're wasting time. Kill him.

Now, wait.

How could you, one
man, possibly help us?

I am not alone.

That is all I can tell you now.
But if you will just trust me...

Trust him. He's sent by Killman
to learn how we get away.

Marius, I saw how they pretended
they were going to shoot him...

just to make us
think he's our friend.

I am your friend.

A vote. A vote for death.

Death.

Stop it.

We took a vote. MEN: Yeah!

Wait. If he were really against us,
the guards would have saved him.

That's right.

You see? It is
useless to resist.

Of course, none of them know
what they're putting together.

Or do they?

No, they don't.

But if they did, I'm
sure that they would...

What?

Why should I care?
They are fools.

All of them.

So you have inaugurated a
new routine, eh, Mr. Filene?

Now the people
will work in shifts.

You should have thought
of that a long time ago.

If the people are
going to work efficiently,

they'll need rest.
Now they'll get it.

And that will only slow
the work down more.

Well, we'll just have to
wait and see, won't we?

Mr. Filene, just get out.

Perhaps you will
show me to my room.

You promised we'd have a talk.

Oh. Um...

Wait outside.

Now, what is it?

- Get me off this island today.
- Oh, I'm afraid that's impossible.

I thought nothing was
impossible for Dr. Killman.

The world on a string, that
is what you offered me...

if I help you to convince
my people to work.

Well, I'll settle
for less than that.

But I want it now. Not tomorrow.

Patience, my dear. Patience.

It will come in due course.

Such beauty...

must have its proper
moment to spread its wings.

I am not one of your collection.

Aren't you?

Perhaps you'd prefer if I send
you back to your beloved Marius.

Although it's doubtful whether
he'd take you back now, isn't it?

Suppose you just run along
and be a good little girl again.

Dr. Killman will let you
know when he needs you.

- Yes?
- Dr. Killman, has Mr. Filene arrived?

Oh, yes.

And he's already
sabotaging Killman's project.

He is there to accomplish what
you have been unable to accomplish.

We've already extended the
completion date twice, Dr. Killman.

There is very little time. There
is no more money available.

All right. Then call off your
meddler and leave the project to me.

The project will be completed
within 48 hours, doctor...

or it will be abandoned
and destroyed...

and all on the island
will be destroyed with it.

- But...
- Is that perfectly clear, doctor?

It will be completed.

And you might inquire why Mr. Filene did
not report to Central upon his arrival...

as had been ordered.

He's been ordered to report?

Is there anything wrong?

No. No, everything is fine.

Uh, the elevator goes up
from here to Dr. Killman's lab?

Mm-hm.

And down to the project
area further underground.

And where is your room, Marnya?

Down the hall.

Dr. Killman's?

When he's not upstairs,
he's at the project.

Well, I guess that's all...

unless you think there's something else
that would be of use to Thrush Central.

Thrush Central,
Operation 7, please.

Yes, this is Dr. Killman.

You are now
receiving a voiceprint.

It is meant only for your eyes.

Identify the subject as
quickly as possible and report.

What are you doing in there?

The question is,
what are we doing?

Then, of course, you know.

We're creating an earthquake
to end all earthquakes.

Let's make one thing clear.
I'm from Thrush Central.

I don't have to explain
my actions to anyone.

Hmm?

There.

Now Dr. Killman won't be able to
hear what either one of us have to say.

Nor will he know
that I was in his room.

And if I keep silent,
what do I get in return?

What do you get in return
for abandoning your people?

You complain about that?
It's to your advantage, isn't it?

Not to yours? Tell me, if you had
the chance to do it over again...

I don't have it
to do over again.

I don't trust anyone anymore.

Hmm.

Andreas?

Andreas?

Andreas?

Are you receiving?

Andreas?

Open Channel D.

Open...

Excellent, Mr. Filene.

Truly excellent.

I must admit that I misjudged you.
But you're producing remarkable results.

At this rate, we'll be finished
ahead of the deadline.

Uh, Dr. Killman,
there's just one thing.

The men you are keeping locked up, I'd
like them available for work immediately.

Oh, nonsense.
There are only a few.

You're doing
magnificently without them.

Do you know where
the prisoners are kept?

I want to see the prisoners.

It's against orders.

I'm in charge here,
or haven't you heard?

Only Dr. Killman can
grant permission, sir.

Good.

Now, the two of us might
go unnoticed for a while.

With luck, we could make
it to Killman and his lab.

I'd like to have my hands
around his neck right now.

That because of Marnya?

Yeah, because of
Marnya. And other things.

First things first, Marius. We have
more important business with him.

Psst!

But there are no problems...

You exceeded your authority when
you contacted Intelligence directly...

with the voiceprint.

Such communication is forbidden
without clearance from Central.

And you know that, Dr. Killman.

We have dispatched
another man. A specialist.

He will be arriving soon. You
will take your orders from him.

You can't replace
Filene. He's...

That is all, Dr. Killman.

They're doing very well.

I can see that.

Everything was planned
so perfectly. Everything.

It took years just to
plot the construction...

so that even these fools
could construct the machine.

And now, when the
moment is so near...

What's happened?

They're sending another man.

A specialist.

Oh? To take my place?

They didn't say.

Could you speed up
the work, even a little?

Well, if you'd free the
prisoners, it would help.

They are ordered to come out.

It's no use.

They refuse to go unless
you release all of them.

He stays.

Not now.

It appears I am
the only volunteer.

What are you
going to do to them?

Hmm? Oh.

I don't know, my dear. Perhaps
I'll leave that to Mr. Filene.

If he finishes the project on
time, I shall owe him a favor.

Filene.

He does not seem to
be a very cruel man.

As I am?

- Oh, I did not mean that...
- No, of course you did.

And of course you're right.

Ah, but no matter. The
prisoners will be Filene's problem.

Except for one.

Well, after all, Marius is the ringleader.
We can hardly keep him alive, can we?

Killman, what can you
accomplish by killing him?

Oh, my dear, you actually
sound as if you care.

Ah, but that can't be. After all, you
were the one who betrayed Marius.

And all your people.

How's your history
on natural disasters?

Try me.

The year is 1566, China.

China, province of Shaanxi, 830,000
people killed by an earthquake.

This is an earthquake machine.

There must be an alarm
system in Killman's lab.

Give me about 15
minutes to deactivate it...

and then neutralize Killman...

and, uh, then pull
its teeth. All right?

Uh, could...?

Stand very still, Mr. Solo.

And Mr. Petros.

So naive.

This, Mr. Solo, is
useless on an island...

that has been electronically
blacked out for communication...

except for Thrush.

Now, gentlemen, you will
accompany me to Thrush Central...

where we know what to
do with U.N.C.L.E. agents.

What's the meaning of this?

What are you doing? Why
didn't you report to me?

- These men are...
- You fool!

That man has found a way to
save the project. Now, release him.

They are both U.N.C.L.E. agents. This
one, in fact, is U.N.C.L.E.'s top agent.

You allowed them to penetrate.

The project is canceled,
Dr. Killman. It will be destroyed.

And all who remain on this island
will be liquidated in exactly 12 hours.

By whose authority?

By authority of
Thrush Central...

where you are going
now to stand trial.

No. It's nearly completed.

Take them.

Take those two out
and arrange an accident.

Take him back to his
cell, then report to me here.

And now, Mr...

Uh, Solo. Napoleon Solo.

Mr. Solo.

You will resume your... I
believe the word is "cover"...

and see to it that the work is
brought to an immediate conclusion.

I think not, Dr. Killman.

Then think again, Mr. Solo.

The life of every human being
on this island is in your hands.

The people will work for you.

There's still time to finish
the project if you cooperate.

If not, I assure you
Thrush won't hesitate...

to remove the civilization of Irbos
from the surface of the Earth. Hmm?

And how many other civilizations
will you destroy with your machine?

It's an agonizing
choice, isn't it, Mr. Solo?

Several hundred natives here...

versus how many thousands
of people throughout the Earth?

But it's also a
matter of priorities.

The people here
have only hours to live.

The others, perhaps
weeks, maybe even months.

My guess, Mr. Solo, is that
you'll try to save the people here.

Worry about the
rest of the world later.

I'll do what I can.

He's to do everything
he's done before.

Mr. Solo, you'll be
under the tightest security.

The first untoward gesture,
the first wrong move...

and I assure you,
your friend will be shot.

Will you have me shot too?

- Marnya.
- You need all the slaves you can get.

I belong among them.

I think you know where
you belong, my dear.

- With you?
- With me.

And the promises I made, I'm
in the position to keep them now.

Marnya, not in the
distant future, tomorrow.

The promises. I release
you from all of them.

Oh, Marnya.

Go join your people,
if they'll have you.

Killman no longer
has need of you.

I want to help my people.

Attention. Attention.

The work is nearing completion.

All those who have finished will be
removed from the immediate area.

When all work has
been accomplished...

the people will be released.

Go.

This is Dr. Killman.
The project is...

THRUSH AUTHORITY: The
project has been abandoned.

You will submit yourself to
the orders of the specialist.

That is our final decision.

No, listen to me.

The man is dead.
There was an accident.

You can proceed.

The project is completed, do
you understand? It's completed.

And what of Mr. Solo
and Mr. Petros?

Safely under guard.

Accept our
congratulations, Dr. Killman.

This is the voice of Armageddon.

I speak to every
nation on Earth.

Within the next few minutes...

a seismic catastrophe
will destroy...

one of the major
cities of the world.

There is nothing
anyone can do...

to prevent this disaster.

Following the proof of
the power of Armageddon...

world capitals will
receive instructions...

that will specify the procedures
whereby the government of their nations...

will be placed in our hands.

I'm afraid so, Mr. Prime
Minister. I'm afraid so.

They're using a communications
satellite to jam the regular channels.

The telecast is being
received all over the world.

We'll be in touch shortly.

Our instructions
will be obeyed...

or your cities will be destroyed
by earthquake, one by one.

Marius, no matter what happens,
we have to destroy that machine.

It's Marnya.

You stay here. I'll try to
get around to the other side.

When I signal you, start
firing towards the machine.

This will be your only warning.

This is the voice of Armageddon.

I congratulate you all.

You have done well.

Mr. Solo, my appreciation.

The guards will now
remove all workers...

to the area of
the prisoners' cell.

If there is any
opposition, silence it.

Mr. Solo and Mr. Petros are to be
brought to headquarters immediately.

Marnya!

Marius!

Marnya!

Nine, eight, seven...

Come on, Andreas.

It's not much to show
for 30 years of your life...

is it, Dr. Killman?