[upbeaeamusic] (male narrator) in new york city.. [music continues] ...on a street in the east 40s' [music continues] or is it ordinary? we entered through the agent's entrance. ananwe are now in u.n.c.l.e. headquarters. it's the united network command for law and enforcement. u.n.c.l.e is an organization consisting of agents of all nationalities. it's involved in maintaining political and legal order anywhere in the world.

[beeping] my name is napoleon solo. i'm enforcement agent, in section two here. that's operations and enforcement. i am illya kuryakin. i'm also an enforcement agent. like my friend napoleon, i go and i do whwhever i'm told to by our chief. hm? oh, yes. alexander waverly. mber one in section one. in charge of this, our new york headquarters. it's from here that i send these young men on their various misisons. [dramatic music]

[rapid footsteps] [p[pting] father! no-o! - father! - stay away from me! no, don't touch me! don't touch me. - daddy! - no! no! [indistinct talking] - 'father.' - 'spare me. help me.' get a doctor. a doctor. q-quickly. please.

that's quite interesting. how long since he got a whiff of that stuff? (female #1) 'only 30 minutes, darling. not a very heavy dose.' mm. (male #1) 'girl's going for help.' 'only one thing to do unless you have ideas.' [chuckles] that's a fool question i've ever heard. gervaise. kill him. okay. as long as we all agree. karadian, don't be so nervous. make yourself a drink. gervaise, how's the weather in new york? you u tter bring your raincoats. it is unpredictable at this time of the year. [chuckling] [receiver clicking] oh, no. no!

oh! oh! oh! [dramatic music]c] dr. gregory raven, who is in yugoslavia. mission for the international public health service. stumbled across something it was none of his business. and made a cursory report to his superiors. then someone killed him. state of almost pathological terror. according to his file, he was a normal, healthy intelligent man. i wanna know, what it is would reduce a man like that to a.. ...a whimpering rabbit. well, mr. solo? mr. kuryakin? any ideas how you frighten a man like that, out of his wits?

if he'd been expecting a blast from a shotgun he would've told his daughter to run. as it was, he told her to fetch a doctor. not a policeman, a doctor. hm. nice. 'yes, his daughter.' marion raven. she arrived just in time to see him killed. back home now, here in new york. (marion) 'my report to the police was clear enough surely.' interesting and alarming. a local man must have helped. - his exact words. - well, he was a foreigner. there was one man who seemed an unusual sort of man for father to know. a smuggler of black market cigarettes. father called him a professional bandit. is that a very old fashioned word? well, not over there, no. uh, you knew this man? yes. i rather liked him. he was so proud of being a good smugglgl.

- yes. - i like the one with ththboat. thank you. i wonder.. i took a photograph of a boat once. a big yacht, the bayola. and when i showed it to father, he made me destroy it. 'that was the day before he was killed.' why mr. solo? why? can you tell me why? [sighs] i'm sorry. i don't usually make a fool of myself like this. oh, it's-it's just that, i'm not used to being under police protection. 'and i-i find it nerve wrecking, that's all.' oh, they're very unobtrusive, i assure you. but i felt them following me ever since i came to new york.

but no one out there, has that kind of look. i wish i knew what this is all about. we'll find out, i promise you. do you have relatives where you might go for awhile? no, mr. solo. this is my home. this is where my father and i lived. and i won't leave it. not just to run off like a scared rabbit. i see, you're not the rabbit type, huh? - definitely not. - you're a stubborn woman. i must do some research. kuryakin will look after you. take good care of her, illya. she may be a stubborn woman. but she's nice. your resolution is my favorite virtue. you'll get used to him. he might even grow on you. i'll be at hq, reporting on the hour. would you like some coffee? shall i play a record? you probably don't have anything i like.

just...uh, part of the furniture. [dramatic music] (woman on radio) 'the bayola, registered france' 'to madame gervaise ravel.' 'left velele, yugoslavia on the 11th.' 'arrived new york harbor, on the 21st.' let's have a look at the, uh, owner of the yatch. [reeling] mm-hmm. very handsome owner. if you like the feline type. oh, they purr so nicely. what do o know about her? (heather) 'gervaise ravel, 30.' 'born in aix en provence. widow of armand ravel.' (napoleon) 'oh, yes. theherench minister who committed suicide' 'a few years ago.' (heather) 'who was suspected of heading the intelligence department' 'of the french secret army and who killed himself' 'on april 7, 1963, rather than face trial.' - 'shall i go on?' - 'do.'

and she's classified as dangerous. a beautiful l man should always be so classified. me too, mr. solo? oh, top of the list, misssscnabb. uh, will you pull out some more material for me?

[soft music] someone once said, thererean be no mischief where there's music. do you believe that? cervantes. but he was wrong. there's mischief all around us and it pays not to forget it. [music continues] [doorbell buzzing] who is it? (male #2) 'memeenger service.' [music continues]

it's, uh, for miss marion raven. oh, i'll take it. uh.. would you mind puttiti it on the table? yes, sir. - thank you, sir. - it's alright. "with love, darling edmund." who's edmund? he's a boy i go out with sometimes. - hm. get him on the phone. - he left town this week. he's gone to mexico. well, it doesn't seem ominous but it pays to be careful.

hm. it's alright. you can come out. [sighs] it's the kind he always sends. ed all the same. oh, that's a good sign. and that-that wasn't a messenger? well, if it wasn't, we can soon fifi him. 'and his fingerprints are on the package.' aren't we efficientt

e record needs changing. [hissing] madame ravel is giving a reception on board the yatch. tomorrow afternoon. thought you might wanna pay her a visit. yes, i'd like to. what's the news from mr. kuryakin? well, he's supposed to have called me three minutes ago.

ral-3-3-0-9-8. [dramatic music] [whimpering] illya! no, no, no, no. no! no. leave me alone. please, please go away. please, please. don't-don't totoh me. don't touch me. don't touch me. no, no, no. [sobbing] [sobbing continues]

[beeping] (napoleon) 'open c cnnel d.' are you alright? i mean channel d is open. 'report. number one in section one.' marion raven is missing. i'm alright, thank you. acknowledge. waverly here. [illya whimpering] is that...some sort of animal i hear crying? [illya sobbing]

[upbeat music]

can we count on this new man? yes. a total of 30. all ex-officers. all with axes to grind. they want a lot of money. bufferton has a lot of money. a flat two million. a bonus for the german. is it too much? single one of my emerald mines can produce thatatn a week. money is like fertilizer, gervaise. you have to spread it around if it's to do any good. has a lot of harm-- or shall we say, any harm. who think they're running a government. [motorboat engine e vving]

inspector niderson, from the fire department. (female #2) 'alright. send him down.' below deck.. [crowd chattering] when we pull this off, i'll shohoyou--

oh! oh. [gun cocking] [silenced gunshot]

(male #3) 'madame gervaise, did the fire inspector get there yeye' no. find him. [emergency alarm ringing] come on. i put thth to sleep. they'll have terrible hangovers. but that's the hazards of their trade. [ringing continues] [footsteps]]

[intercom buzzing] report. we have an intruder and a girl trapped on the upper deck. he's armed. marion, jump!

it's very interesting. traces of chloracine and picric acid. the blood slides from this young lady match exactly those of mr. kuryakin. diphenyl sulfide. extraordinary. maybe, this, uh, card'll tell us something. [machine whirring]