The Man from U.N.C.L.E. Page #3

Ten?

Eleven years old?

Was that when the psychotic

episodes started?

You did, however, rise above it.

Special forces. KGB.

The youngest man to join, in fact,

and their best within three years.

I do wonder if it was your father's shame

that gave you such drive, though.

Or...

...was it your mother's reputation?

I understand that she was...

...extremely popular

amongst your father's friends...

...after he was shipped off to Siberia.

America is teaming up with Russia.

Is this a joke?

It should tell you

how important this mission is.

To everyone.

I'm not going back behind that Wall.

And at the end of this,

that's what they'll want.

You don't have to go anywhere

that you don't want to go.

You're the star of this show...

My woman would never wear

anything like that.

What's he doing here?

I told you, we're teaming up

with the Russians.

Doesn't get any more Russian

than the Red Peril here.

And why did he call me his woman?

Because I am now your fianc.

No, no, no.

No!

Smoothly done.

Gaby. Gaby. Wait.

Give me a minute to explain.

It's your cover.

He's an architect designing a resort for

heroes of the Soviet Union by the Black Sea.

The Russian Minister of Culture has

a weakness for classical architecture...

...and he's sending your man there

to Rome to study.

He's also managed to secure a visa

for his fiance.

And, naturally, you'd introduce him

to your beloved Uncle Rudi.

And what about you? What's your cover?

Jack Deveny. Antiquities dealer,

specializing in Greek and Roman sculpture.

The Vinciguerra family happen to have

one of the finest collections in the world.

You're asking too much of me.

You'll do fine.

No.

- These dresses are all in your size.

- Excuse me?

Soviet architect traveling to Rome...

...would never dress his woman

in the clothes you tried to put her in.

You tried to dress her like someone

on your side thinks...

...someone dress

behind the Iron Curtain.

She's from behind the Iron Curtain.

That doesn't mean

she want to bring it with her.

We need two purses, please.

An everyday and clutch.

And grab that belt.

No.

No, not the Dior, the Rabanne.

You can't put a Paco Rabanne belt

on a Patou.

- She's not going to wear a Patou.

- What's wrong with a Patou?

Nothing. If you're fat.

The Dior goes with the Rabanne.

It won't match.

It doesn't have to match.

Have you seen the price of this handbag?

It costs more than my car.

You can get back

on your horse now, cowboy.

I'll see you in Rome.

Not bad.

I like this. Yes.

But it's missing...

...a little something.

Now we are engaged.

Congratulations.

- Enjoy your stay, Mr. Waverly.

- I hope so.

Jack Deveny. Checking in.

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