How "The Man From U.N.C.L.E." movie should have ended

by ejay

(The 2015 film adaptation of "The Man From U.N.C.L.E. was a interesting, if flawed presentation. However, I feel the ending was... rushed at best. Waverly shows up. Says he approves of what they did, but needs them in Instanbul in 24 hours. Wait! Napoleon works for the CIA, and Illya works for the KGB. WHY would they be taking orders from Waverly. It ends with him saying; "Your new code name is U.N.C.L.E." None of that makes any sense. So, I wrote this, bringing in the background of the series and trying to make it "flow" a little better.)

DISCLAMER: I do not own these characters, and they are owned by RatPac-Dune Entertainment, Davis Entertainment and Turner Entertainment Co. which holds the original series rights.

Mr. Waverly walked out of the hotel suite, onto the balcony where three people, CIA agent, Napoleon Solo, KGB operative, Ilya Kuryatkin, and Miss Teller were standing around a small table.

"You're a terrible spy, cowboy." said Kuryakin. Solo simply smiled, knowingly. Miss Teller adjusted her glasses and was the first to notice Mr. Waverly.

"Well gentlemen." said the older gentleman. He looked at the table in front of the trio, where a small tray held a plastic device, burning merrily.
"I must say... I approve of your resolution to this affair. I'm afraid your employers were less than happy."

Napoleon made a disapproving face. His freedom depended on the approval of his bosses in the CIA.

"Five years in Levenworth for me." He said, ruefully.

"When you get out," responded Illya, dryly, "come visit me in Siberia, bring warm clothing."

"Not at all, gentlemen," said Waverly. "I have, as I've said, spoken to your employers and, I believe the American term is, bought out your contracts."

Illya looked confused; "We are working for British Intelligence?"

Waverly seemed amused. "My dear Mr. Kuryakin. I have not worked for British Intelligence for twenty years. THAT is my cover."

Now it was Napoleon's turn to be confused. "Your 'cover' is that you're a spy?"

Waverly's face grew stern. "What I am, Mr. Solo, is one of five people in charge of an organization. A... 'united network,' if you will, of agents, without political affiliations, without borders, dedicated to the protection of the world from people like our Miss Vinciguerra. There's more of them out there then you may think." He turned to the young woman. "Miss Teller, you've done a wonderful job of marshalling these two young men through this affair. I think we can retire this character now."

Illya and Napoleon both responded together; "Character?"

Waverly seemed amused again, "Yes, gentlemen. We smuggled the real Miss Teller to Paris two days before you arrived to collect her. This is one of MY agents." He turned back to the girl. "We'll have your paperwork ready for you at the airport, Miss Dancer."

Napoleon seemed bemused; "Miss 'Dancer?' "

The girl looked at the American agent, "Yes, Mr. Solo. April Dancer." She turned to Waverly, concern on her face; "How is Mark, Mr. Waverly."

Waverly smilied; "The young man is mending nicely. By the time you come back from Istanbul, he should be ready for active duty again."

Illya became alert; "Istanbul?"

Waverly was, once again, all business; "Yes, gentlemen. I have a small affair brewing in Instanbul. I'll need your presence there in 24 hours. Details will be presented to you at the airport."

He handed Napoleon and Illya two business cards. "We actually have an legitimate organization utilizing our acronym." He said. "These will be your business cards. Sorry about the plastic strip, we will have new cards printed shortly. You now work, for U.N.C.L.E.!"

The young men, looked at each other, as the older man left the balcony, wondering what new adventures were waiting for them.