A well-dressed man in a dark cloak (Paul Lambert) lurks
in the shadows outside a mansion, glowering malevolently and doing his very
best Dracula impression. He climbs through a window into an empty bedroom, where
he spreads out a pair of polka-dot pajamas on the bed and stabs a jewel-handled
dagger through them.
Back at U.N.C.L.E. headquarters, Napoleon is
undergoing rigorous physical therapy at the capable hands of lovely agent Sarah Johnson. Apparently Napoleon blew out his knee when he tripped over the office
cat, which means he’ll be taking a backseat for most of this episode. This makes
it the first-ever episode to focus primarily on Illya instead of Napoleon, but
really, the big takeaway here is that U.N.C.L.E. has a cat wandering around
headquarters, whom we will never see and who will never be mentioned again. As
a cat lover, I count this as a huge missed opportunity. Mr. Waverly interrupts Napoleon
to ask for a personal favor: The stabbed set of pajamas belongs to his cousin,
Quentin Baldwin, who has asked Waverly for help uncovering the perpetrator
behind the attack.
After inspecting the dagger, Napoleon summons Illya
on the intercom: “We’re in need of your talents. Are you free?” “No man is free
who has to work for a living,” Illya replies glumly, “but I am available.” Ah,
yes, wonderful. There’s something delightfully off-kilter about the first-season
depiction of Illya, who was prone to drifting in and out of episodes while
delivering enigmatic statements and looking glamorous.
Illya, who is 1963’s answer to Wikipedia all
wrapped up in an attractive turtleneck-clad package, identifies the jeweled
knife as a ceremonial dagger used by the Roma. Mr. Waverly fills Illya in on
the situation with Quentin, whom he calls “…a carefree, happy-go-lucky sort of
fellow. Family weakness, you know. Bit inclined that way myself.” This episode
has plenty of clever dialogue—it was written by Alan Caillou, who has a nice
touch with snappy banter—but the funniest moment might be this unspoken bit
here, in which Illya and Napoleon lock eyes with each other while struggling to
keep their expressions completely neutral at Waverly’s claim of having a
carefree spirit.
Mr. Waverly goes on to describe Quentin as “a
handsome man. Much too handsome for his own good, really.” Cut to Quentin, who
is played by Leo G. Carroll in a dual role. He’s in his mansion, playing host
to an assemblage of well-dressed dinner guests, including his scatterbrained
young niece Alice (Susan Oliver) and an attractive Roma woman named Delilah
Dovro (Antoinette Bower). Delilah leads the guests in an impromptu
fortune-telling session, in which she predicts imminent doom for Quentin.
Illya arrives at the mansion and is greeted by
Alice, who immediately commences flirting with him. She leads him over to the
table, where Delilah is still foretelling death and destruction. “Do you
believe in gypsies?” Alice asks Illya. “No, of course not. They’re just a
figment of the imagination,” Illya deadpans, which is exactly the sort of
smart-ass response that question deserves. “That’s what I thought,” Alice
replies, taking his snark at face value, because Alice is a dim bulb.
Alan Caillou, man. As I mentioned above, episodes
written by Alan Caillou tend to have pretty snappy dialogue. You know what they
also have, though? Terrible female characters. Or, to be more precise, female
characters who fail to behave in a recognizably human manner and who seem to
exist solely so men can shake their heads in amusement at how women are unpredictable
and unfathomable. I mean, Lisa D’Amato in “The Re-Collectors Affair” isn’t bad,
but insipid Heavenly in “The Hong Kong Shilling Affair”? Dour Clara in “The
Terbuf Affair”? Shrill Marion Raven in both “The Giuoco Piano Affair” and “The
Quadripartite Affair”? Despite being played by capable actresses, the
aforementioned all rank among U.N.C.L.E.’s
worst supporting characters (which is a damn shame, because U.N.C.L.E. also features a bunch of
kick-ass and awesome female characters: Cricket Okasada in “The Cherry Blossom
Affair”, Bryn Watson in “The Odd Man Affair”, Angelique in “The Deadly Games
Affair”). Alice, sadly, is a dud.
Quentin leads Illya into his study, introduces him
to his stalwart Great Dane, and briefs him on the situation: Whoever broke into
the mansion and stabbed the pajamas was most likely looking to steal a quarter
of a million dollars’ worth of stock in a company called Andram Consolidated. A
Roma man named Andre Delgrovia recently offered to buy Quentin’s stock for a
paltry ten grand, then threatened his life after he refused. Quentin suspects the
break-in was Delgrovia’s attempt to scare him into dumping the stock.
Even though Quentin insists he’s perfectly
safe—after all, his Great Dane can protect him from intruders—Illya decides to
spend the night at the mansion. Quentin retires for the evening, safely locked
in his bedroom with his dog. Once again, Alice tries to flirt with Illya (“I
won’t sleep, thinking about you”), which, because Illya is made out of equal
parts ice and vinegar, goes nowhere. “If you should want anything…” Alice purrs
at him, before trailing off seductively. Illya is having none of this:
“Everything I want, I have.” Ouch.
While Quentin and Alice sleep, Illya prowls around
the mansion. He’s alerted by a sudden terrible ruckus in Quentin’s bedroom; when
he breaks down the door, he finds Quentin dead, having been savagely mauled by
his beloved pet. Illya shoots the dog with a tranquilizer dart, then comforts a
traumatized Alice.
At headquarters, a still-sidelined Napoleon plays
with the now-docile Great Dane while Illya and Mr. Waverly mull over the next
step. An Andram Consolidated shareholder named Clothilde Willard was recently
hospitalized after being mauled by her Chihuahua; sensing a pattern, Illya
heads to the hospital to interview her.
Clothilde explains to Illya how Delgrovia tried to
intimidate her into selling her stocks shortly before the dog attack.
Clothilde, who is a good-natured, garrulous lady, complains bitterly about the crummy
hospital food. “Would you be the kind of man that might carry a flask of
something with you?” she asks optimistically. Illya, who has a soft spot for
lonely middle-aged ladies, promises to send her orchids and a fifth of gin.
Charmed, she asks if he’s married. Ever enigmatic, he quotes a little Andrew
Marvell at her (“Had I but world enough, and time…”) before drifting away on a
cloud of glamorous intrigue.
An orderly working for Delgrovia steals Illya’s
raincoat at the hospital. Delgrovia, who turns out to be the cloaked man seen
in the opening scene, orders his pack of attack Dobermans to tear apart a dummy
dressed in the coat, which is presumably infused with Illya’s personal scent, to
train them for future slaughter. Hey, what do we think Illya smells like,
anyway? I’m going to guess… strong black tea, vatrushka, and gunpowder.
Illya returns to the mansion to protect Alice, who
is now the owner of Quentin’s valuable Andram stock. “Are you going to
bodyguard me?” Alice asks coquettishly. “Or should I say… guard my body?” Yes,
Alice, we got it the first time. Making the exact same double entendre twice in
a row doesn’t make it a quadruple entendre.
Spoiler alert: For some unfathomable reason, Illya
will hook up with Alice in this episode. This was apparently a controversial
development at the time; after the episode aired, viewers wrote to the network
to object, evidently disliking the idea of icy, aloof Illya swooning over a pretty
blonde love interest (this would not stop Caillou from giving Illya a pretty
blonde love interest the following season in “The Re-Collectors Affair”, just
like he gave Illya a pretty blonde love interest in both “The Quadripartite
Affair” and “The Giuoco Piano Affair”; in Caillou’s personal version of U.N.C.L.E., Illya is an insatiable love
machine who, despite his frosty exterior, is irresistibly drawn to pretty
blonde women). I could be wrong, but I suspect it’s less that viewers didn’t
want to see Illya with a girlfriend and more that they specifically didn’t want
to see him with Alice, who… well, as
scripted, she’s dumb. It’s galling to see cold, brainy resourceful Illya lose
his heart to someone dumb.
While Alice and Illya hang around the mansion, batting
their pretty lashes at each other, they become aware of a disturbance:
Delgrovia’s pair of Dobermans are inside the house. They advance on Illya,
growling and snarling. God, Illya. I gave you a free pass for Quentin’s death
happening on your watch, because you really had no way to know that Delgrovia had
somehow weaponized the Great Dane. Here, though, you’re specifically at the
mansion to protect Alice from a dog attack, and yet you failed to notice when
the Dobermans waltzed into the living room.
Illya happens to be holding an antique pot of cayenne
pepper (don’t ask me to explain; it makes no more sense in greater detail), so he
tosses pepper at the dogs to distract them, then he and Alice make a break for
it. Outside the mansion, they secretly observe as Delgrovia summons the
Dobermans to him. And then Alice playfully throws cayenne in Illya’s face, because
that’s just the kind of madcap free spirit she is, and then they make out in
the bushes.
Equipped with photographs of the Dobermans, Illya
and Alice visit eccentric dog expert Guido Panzini (frequent U.N.C.L.E. guest star Pat Harrington
Jr., here playing a sketch-comedy character he used to perform on the Tonight Show). Panzini traces the
ownership of the Dobermans to Delilah Duro, in a scene that exists mostly to
see how many dogs can be jammed into a single shot. Fair enough. The dogs are
damn cute.
Outside Panzini’s office, Illya is clobbered over
the head by Delgrovia’s thugs, who then kidnap Alice. The thugs take Alice to Delilah’s
Long Island home, where Delgrovia tries to threaten her into turning over her
shares of the stock to him.
Outside Delilah’s home, Illya douses a fox in
chemicals that incite dogs to a vicious frenzy. Delgrovia’s pack of vicious
killer dogs stop guarding the house to chase after the fox, intending to tear
it to pieces. This would be very uncool, were it not that: a) we see at the end
of the episode that the fox survives, and b) Illya names the fox “Napoleon”, which
is laden with all kinds of hilarious and weird meaning. With the dogs thus
distracted, Illya raids the house and tries to rescue Alice. The usual chaos
ensues: Delilah snatches Illya’s gun away from him (oh, Illya), more dogs join the fray, the thugs accidentally stab each
other, Illya leaps over couches and climbs trees and jumps from rooftops into
swimming pools, and the dogs end up eating Delgrovia.
Illya and Alice make it to safety just as Mr.
Waverly arrives with a squad of U.N.C.L.E. agents, ready to arrest Delilah and
any remaining thugs. Napoleon, who is now cuddling with his namesake fox,
offers to give Illya and Alice a ride back to Quentin’s mansion. They refuse
his offer, on the grounds that they’d rather make out.
Fun episode. Cute dogs. Not enough Napoleon. More
Napoleon and less Alice, please and thank you.
Comments
For me, this episode works, yet doesn't. This episode really highlights Illya's fear of dogs, and turns it into a recurring theme. Where it doesn't work, is the choice of dogs that, according to the script, are 'vicious'. Sorry, but the worst a Great Dane will do to you is drown you in slobber. A reason they have the name 'The Heartbreak Breed'. A Chihuahua? Really? Yeah, I don't care for puntables, either; but I can't see a Chihuahua doing that kind of mayhem.
This episode probably would have been near perfect if not for Alice. I mean, Illya is so much fun here, and then they keep shoehorning in Alice, and it just falls apart for me. The romance makes no sense and is too forced. I liked the part with the fox; it was unexpected and cute. And since foxes are technically more of the feline family than canine, I could see Illya being fond of it.
I like this episode, but it really needed professional help.
That said, this is still one of my favourite episodes!
Aconitum -- the office cat! Napoleon the fox! It's just fun. BTW, I've been wondering why your screen name was ringing some bells, and then I was over at the Chrome & Gunmetal Madhouse the other day, and hey, I figured it out! You write some damn fine stuff.
I rewound the three-way banter about Napoleon's injury several times.