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VILNER: This is the case.
I will show you.

Heat insulated, inside sterile.

And, of course, not to be touched,

not to be opened,

and not to be disturbed in any way.

Of course.

You have made your arrangements
about this?

- Yes.
- Please get on with it, Dr Vilner.

This tube will contain
citrated blood...

..the best medium
for transport of the grafts.

You understand?

Fascinating.

You will ensure the case
remains sealed during transit?

Of course. Our people will
look after it for you, don't worry.

Now, what happens to this end
when these return from Switzerland?

Another operation, Mr Steed.

Just as delicate.

We take these, which represent
the tissue grafts of the cornea

and transfer them
to another patient.

I wouldn't have thought
that's possible.

Oh, it is.

Difficult, but not impossible.

With the right resources...

..nothing is impossible.

SHE GRUNTS

Well, that was lovely.

I really enjoyed that.

I suppose
I shall dry out eventually.

I'm sorry you were disappointed.

I was trying to broaden
your outlook.

The outlook of the moment
is distinctly threatening.

I sat through that abstract lecture

on "procognonal" magnon
art last week.

Complaining bitterly
the whole time, yes.

Anyway, I thought stock car racing
just up your street.

Not in a 4.3 thunderstorm.

How about some coffee?

It's a marvellous sport, you know.

I understand
they're all bank managers

and stock brokers
getting rid of their frustration.

Have you ever heard of a place
called the Mondblick Clinic?

HE WHISTLES

Mondblick. Mean anything to you?

No. Should it?

I only wondered.
You know a chap called Halvarssen?

How about you getting to the point?

As you're closer
to the medical field than I am,

I thought perhaps you might know
if Halvarssen's name

had been mentioned in any of those
depressing professional journals.

Why? Who is he?

He's a millionaire.

It's a start.

And he owns or at least
runs a place in Switzerland

called the Mondblick Clinic.

It's 7,000ft up,

and the staff outnumber
the patients five to one.

Why should he be in the news?

He's sponsoring
a rather unusual operation.

Eye surgery.

Oh?

Corneal grafting.

Do you know anything about it?
- A little, yes.

What's it got to do with you?

I'm representing Her Majesty's
government in the affair.

Does the government know?

In places, yes.

Now the broad outline is this.

The grafts are taken from a donor
in this Mondblick Clinic place.

Then it's flown over here
by private plane.

Now everything's supposed
to be all sealed up.

And, I, representing the government,
and sterile as well,

am supposed to give
my blessing on the affair.

Why you?

Well, there's some rather
odd people involved.

Sounds to me like an extremely odd
operation altogether.

HE CHUCKLES

There's nothing very unusual
about corneal grafting,

but why all this business
of flying from Switzerland?

What does Halvarssen
have to say about it?

I don't know. I haven't seen him.

I've talked to all sorts of people,
but not him.

Why on earth not?

Well, when you're rich, you know,

one learns how not to be talked to.

I'm terribly glad
you're taking such an interest.

I think that you'd have
more success than I've had.

Oh, I'm not going to talk to him.

I'm going on holiday
in three days time, remember?

Of course, you are.
All expenses paid to Switzerland.

Mountain air and sunshine.

What else do you suggest,
the latest line in travel couriers?

I've got a much better
setup than that.

MAN: Eve.

Come here a moment, would you?

These plane schedules,
take-off and landing times.

I'll be there in a moment.

No, run along. He's waiting for you.

The plane schedules
are Mr Steed's concern, aren't they?

We'd better send him a copy,
also Dr Vilner.

DOORBELL BUZZES

ANSTICE: Ah! Herr Doctor.

What an exquisite surprise.

I would like to speak
to Mr Halvarssen, please.

Would you really?
He won't see anybody. You know that.

- But she's always...
- If you're referring to Dr Hawn,

I would remind you
that she and Mr Halvarssen

are shortly going to be married.

Now, what can I do for you, hmm?

I am worried.

HE CHUCKLES
Is it a question of money?

No, no, no. This whole business.

Very little to do with you, Vilner.

We're paying you
to give an anaesthetic.

Anaesthetic?

You're paying me
for my name, "Dr Vilner."

That's what you're paying me for.
- Precisely.

And we're paying you awfully well.

So what are you worrying about?

Do you know
who I've been speaking to?

Mr Steed.

And do you know what he has done?

He wants us to meet a friend of his.

- A doctor.
- A doctor?

- That's what I said.
- What for?

How should I know?
I thought she would be here already.

- She? What's her name?
- Mrs Gale, I think.

She is a doctor.

Do you realise what this means?

In this circumstance,
I cannot continue...

Oh, please.
You really mustn't get so excited.

We have to make the decisions,
not you.

Now when did you speak to Steed?

He telephoned me
about 20 minutes ago,

and I came straight round here.

He said
she would be here right away.

Did you know about this?

No. I didn't.

You see, I cannot continue.
It would be too dangerous.

DOORBELL BUZZES

- Good afternoon.
- ANSTICE: Good afternoon.

Mr Halvarssen?

No. My name is Anstice.

May I speak to Mr Halvarssen?

Can we help you?

Mr Halvarssen never sees anyone
without an appointment.

I believe Mrs Gale
has an introduction

from our friend Mr Steed,
isn't that so?

- That's right.
- Well, er, let me introduce you.

This is Dr Hawn,
and this is Dr Vilner

of the Mondblick Clinic
in Switzerland.

Now then, what, er,

little tale has Mr Steed
been telling you about us, hmm?

He told me you were all about to
undertake something rather special

by way of experimental surgery.
Is that right?

I'm afraid he had no right
to tell you anything of the kind.

No right at all.
- Absolutely not.

I'm very sorry.

I... I didn't want
to intrude in any way.

My interest is purely professional,
I assure you.

Please excuse us
if we seem upset, Mrs Gale.

You see,
we had hoped to avoid publicity.

You are in the field
of ophthalmic surgery yourself?

No. I've been in research
for the last five years.

Biochemistry.

But I am interested in
the whole field of tissue grafting,

and this seemed something quite new.

That's why Mr Steed
told me about it.

In confidence, of course.

Oh, of course.

I see. Well,
I'm sorry to have bothered you.

What I totally fail to understand

is why Steed should ask you
to come see us at all.

After all, corneal grafting

has been performed before
many times.

It was when he told me

you'd arranged special transport
for the grafts

that I became interested.

He said you'd designed
a special container, Dr Vilner.

Is this it?
- Yes...

When he described it to me,

it sounded like
the sort of thing you'd use

for transporting live grafts.

That is true, but that...

HE LAUGHS AWKWARDLY

You're very astute, Mrs Gale.

You're right, the grafts
are to be taken from a live donor.

A live donor?

EVE: Now you can see why we hoped
to avoid publicity.

Yes, I can indeed.

ANSTICE: It's a rather a long story.
I won't bother you with it.

I must beg you
to respect our confidence.

Dr Vilner believes
we may lead the way

to a far higher success rate.
- A new technique.

But one which for the moment
must remain

a most private and personal matter.

Do you understand?

Yes, of course, I do.

I wouldn't dream of asking
any more questions.

Perhaps you'd contact me later on

if anything comes of it?
- Oh, we will.

And meanwhile,
you'll keep it to yourself?

There was never any question
of my not doing so.

Thank you.
- Well, goodbye, Mrs Gale.

Oh, and could you tell
your friend Mr Steed to...

To try and avoid publicity?
Yes. I'm sure he will.

Goodbye.

Goodbye, Mrs Gale.

- VILNER: I told you.
- You talk too much. Far too much.

I think you better
go back to Switzerland.

Steiner will help you
with your luggage.

Couldn't I see him
for just one moment?

He won't see anyone.

We shall have to be very careful,
I think.

Everything will be all right.

JOHN: The doctors...

..and his skilled
and learned surgeons.

What do you think of them, huh?

Well, I know Vilner.
At least I've heard of him.

He's Viennese. Very good, I believe.

Steed, they say they're going
to use a live donor.

But it can't be.
- Why not?

People give their kidneys
to other people.

Yes. But not their eyes.

Anyway, I can't see how
they're getting any advantage

from taking the grafts live.

Normally they're taken from people
who leave them in their wills.

There's some sort of central bank
in Paris, I think.

Hmm.

So, on balance,
you think the operation's unlikely?

- Yes, I do.
- Are you sure?

Reasonably, yes.

Reasonably is not enough.

Look, I'm afraid you're gonna have
to watch it from start to finish.

Mean a little homework,
but never mind.

Look, I said I'd go and talk
to these people. That's all.

How on earth do you think
I can go on pretending

to be a budding eye surgeon?

I don't know what
you're worried about.

At least two of those
are phoney surgeons.

I can't be sure of that.

I've got to be sure.

Now, look, if I interfere

and it turns out to be
a perfectly genuine operation,

there'll be such a scream
from the Royal College of Surgeons.

They'd...

Well, they'd spill
all their early-morning coffee

all over their lancets.

Then get a second opinion.

Somebody who knows more about it.

Yeah.

Good idea.

I think I'll do that.

Why not have another try
at Halvarssen yourself?

Yeah. I'll do that, too.

I didn't mean now. It's a bit late.

It'll help.
Put your feet up. Enjoy yourself.

Turn the light out when you go.

DOORBELL BUZZES

HALVARSSEN: It's Mr Steed, isn't it?

Good evening. My name is Halvarssen.

HE CHUCKLES
Good evening. I'm terribly sorry.

Erm, there was nobody about,
so I came in.

Then I'm afraid my curiosity
got the better of me.

What can I do for you?

It's an unusual hour to call,
open to misinterpretation I think.

But you are welcome.

Was the door open?

Yes. Why?

I'm not often on my own.

I must have forgotten
to close up the house.

What did you want to see me about?

Well, mostly to find out
if you actually existed.

Up to now, there's been
some sort of doubt.

Oh, I'm real.

You seem to upset my colleagues,
Mr Steed.

They objected rather strongly
to your sending Mrs Gale here.

But then perhaps she, too,
wanted to know if I really exist.

She's interested in tissue grafting,

particularly taken
from a live donor.

Taking sight from there...

..and getting it here.

It's a disquieting thought.

So, the grafts are for you?

You're quite right.

I wasn't too sure.

Even after meeting you,
I wasn't sure.

I expect the psychologists
would call it

overcompensating, wouldn't they?

The fact is, Steed,
that I am a rich man.

And like all rich men,

I am able to organise my life
to suit my disabilities.

Which we all have, isn't that so?

Mm-hm.

Look at this room.

Other people stumble.
They find it awkward.

It is designed for me.

When did you lose your sight?

When I was young.

In Norway, as a matter of fact.

I expect I am, what do you say,
bloody-minded?

There was no need for me to work.

I was a millionaire
before I was born.

My father owned sawmills.

But that didn't affect you.

No, no.

I could not accept it.

I was already rich.

Now I'm richer by far.

Banking.

Oh.

Good.

I didn't realise you were anything
of an expert, Mr Steed.

Left over from my army days.

JOHN CHUCKLES

ELECTRONIC OSCILLATOR WHIRS

GUNSHOTS FIRING

Each target is defined
by a different note,

or should I say pitch.

The ear, therefore,

must be trained to be as fast
and as accurate as the eye.

That was quite an achievement.
I congratulate you.

Achievement? I've achieved enough.

I've built hospitals, bridges.

I was an architect when it happened.

Oh, that must have been
during the war.

Oh, yes, it was. Why?

JOHN: I just wondered.

So now you are trying
to have your sight restored

by corneal graft, huh?

It was Eve's idea.

She's a wonderful woman.
You have met her.

Yes. I don't quite know
why you don't go

to the Mondblick Clinic
in Switzerland yourself.

Why have the grafts flown over here?
- Why not?

With your cooperation, Mr Steed,
for which we all thank you,

it is a comparatively
simple business.

Simpler to go to Switzerland,
though, certainly.

But out of the question.

You see this sculpture here?

Hilda Brauer.

It is her eyesight
that I am accepting.

You... You know her?

Very well.

From a long time ago.

She is dying now.

So you will see, of course,

that I cannot possibly
go over there,

stay under the same roof.

You do understand?

Er, in a way, yes.
It's not my business.

And you will also see why you
and Mrs Gale upset my colleagues?

This is a private matter.
Very private.

Yes. Yes.
It's coming quite clear to me.

Er, good night.

It's been a pleasure
to meet you, Mr Steed.

DOORBELL RINGS

Steed? Someone at the door.

DOORBELL RINGING CONTINUES

Good morning.
- Morning.

Name is Spender.
I came to see Mr Steed.

Is he here?
- Dr Spender.

Certainly nice to see you.

There was no need to come like this.

You told me all I wanted
to know over the phone.

Er, this is Mrs Gale.

- How do you do?
- How do you do?

That cock and bull story
you told me.

Mondblick place.

Thought I'd go
and see it for myself.

Thought I'd go
and see it for myself.

Er, yes, sir.

I don't think there's any need
to do that.

Never thought you'd become
a Whitehall man, Steed.

Still, it doesn't surprise me.

Now, what about this
half-baked operation in Switzerland?

Well, I needed an opinion, sir.

So, naturally,
I thought of you first.

Right. I've given my opinion.

Thought I'd see it for myself,
just to make sure.

What's the fellow's name?
- Vilner, sir.

Oh, I know him.

Vienna. Talks a lot of rubbish
half the time.

Can you get me there?

Er, well, sir, I don't know...

If you can't,
I can get myself there.

They can hardly keep me out,
can they?

Well...

This the... This the young woman
that you told me about

on the telephone, researching?

Yes. I'm doing biochemistry.

It's very good of you,
to take all this trouble.

But really, I don't think
a busy man like yourself...

You don't want to go
toddling off to Switzerland

to keep an eye on things.

Mrs Gale's going over there,
aren't you?

That's right.

JOHN: There's no need, you see, sir.

Professional interest.
Professional interest.

At least phone the fellow up.
You owe me that much.

- Yes. Of course. Of course.
- Splendid. Well, let me know.

You can find me in the club anytime.
- In the club, right-o, sir.

Glad to have met you, Mrs Gale.

Goodbye.

Research, eh?

Well... let me know, Steed.

I will. Mind the mat, will you, sir?

- Thank you.
- Terrible.

Yeah.
That's not gonna be so easy, is it?

So now I suppose you expect me
to cancel all my holiday bookings?

You asked me for a second opinion.

How was I to know he was going
to go off his little nut like that?

So now I'm stuck with surgery
and biochemistry?

Yeah. It's gonna be difficult enough
getting you out there.

Why not just settle for him?

You're not gonna
be able to stop him.

Let him go toddling off on his own?

He'd be like a schoolmaster
in the long vac.

Somebody's got to look after him.

ANSTICE: Yes, Dr Vilner
did expect that Steed would ask

if Mrs Gale
could come to Switzerland.

But I never thought you'd agree.

As for Spender,
we've never even seen him.

You really mustn't take things
so seriously, Neil.

Who does Steed think he is, anyway?

We rely on Mr Steed's cooperation,
you know.

Perhaps we should sell tickets.

We knew that we would never
get away with this thing

without a certain amount
of publicity.

We allowed for it.
If we refuse all observers now,

we run the risk of getting
more publicity than we want.

Enough to get in our way.

I prefer Mrs Gale and Dr Spender.

You think they won't get in the way?

They needn't get in the way.

I'm sure we can find a way
to distract them.

Calm down.

Calm down.

It's too late to do anything
about it now.

Then we shall just have to wait
till we get to Switzerland.

Spender and Mrs Gale

shouldn't prove
too difficult to deal with.

Mountain air, eh?

It's medieval
for the modern treatment of TB.

Well, Mrs Gale?

We might as well enjoy it
while we're here.

I didn't come here
to look at the view.

I came to look at the patient.

I'd like to know your opinion
of this proposed operation.

You do have opinions, I take it?

Or are those old-fashioned
in the research world these days?

- No. It isn't.
- And another thing.

I know nothing
about your background, Mrs Gale.

And I know very little about yours,
Dr Spender.

I think we better
take each other on trust.

Yes. Well, when you get to my age,
you'll take very little on trust.

Oh, I suppose you're
competent enough for a woman.

Thank you.

Of course, I don't know.

When did you last look
at a patient, make a...

..make a diagnosis, huh?

A long time ago, I'm afraid.
HE CHUCKLES

Well, there you are. You see?

Oh, this operation.

I gather you disapprove?

A lot of rubbish. I'll tell them.

Never heard such
nonsense in my life.

And don't look at me as if
I've got one foot in the grave.

A lot of people have made
that mistake before.

- I hope you're both comfortable.
- Thank you.

I'd like to look at the graft donor,
if I may.

I'm afraid that will be inconvenient
just at this moment.

Perhaps later.
- Oh? How much later?

I've been here already
nearly 24 hours.

At your own invitation.

SPENDER: May I ask
when the patient's going to theatre?

- Ten o'clock tonight.
- Ah.

That's the first straightforward bit
of information I've had

since I arrived.
- I'm sorry.

But as I've already
pointed out to you,

we're working to
a very rigid schedule.

I can assure you that
we'll do everything in our power

to assist you.

I'll call for you both later.

CATHERINE: Thank you.

Oh, I can't say he fills me
with much confidence either.

Ten o'clock, eh?

Well, possess ourselves in patience,
I suppose.

Will you excuse me
if I have a look around?

Oh, what for?

You never know.
I might even find our patient.

I don't know that I approve.

I know these people
aren't being very cooperative,

but we are their guests.

Well, don't worry.
I'll try not to upset anyone.

But I would rather like to see
the rest of the clinic.

It looks quite impressive.
I won't be long.

Mrs Gale?

What are you doing in here?

I just thought I'd come
and have a word with the patient.

That's right, isn't it?

Hilda Brauer is to be
the donor of the eye graft?

She is. But you had no right
to be in here without one of us.

Dr Anstice, there's a great air
of secrecy about.

Why?
- Secrecy?

It's not a question of secrecy.

It's just that in a case like this,

the preoperative treatment
is difficult and delicate.

There are special techniques.

A new form of sterile foam dressing,
for one thing.

I see.

I'm sorry to have interrupted
your routine.

I think you better come
along with me, Mrs Gale. Please?

My dear young woman,

I'm not responsible
for the movements of Mrs Gale.

Didn't she say where she was going?

No.

I fancy she got as tired
of sitting around

and doing nothing as I have.

- Excuse me.
- Dr Hawn.

You will be assisting
at this operation,

I presume?
- Yes.

You're a practised
ophthalmic surgeon?

Of course.

In your own country?

That's right, yes.

In my country,
women have a place in surgery.

You'll have across Dr Overland
I expect?

Yes.

He works in Denmark. I do not.

But I have read many of his papers.

ANSTICE:
I don't wish to be impolite,

but I must remind you
that you are our guests here.

I've just been
pointing out to Mrs Gale

that we're working to
a very rigid schedule.

It seems that
she was impatient to see Hilda.

I'm bound to say that I'm getting
a little restive, too.

Well, if you could contain yourself
for a few more minutes,

I'll arrange for you to see her.

Well, you seem to have to put
everybody's backs up

in spite of my warnings.

Yes, it looks like it.

I gather you didn't see the patient?

No. The room was empty.

There was a wheelchair
and a painting.

Possibly a self-portrait.

But no patient?

No.

Operation on a patient
who doesn't seem to exist.

Live grafts.

There's not an atom of sense in it.

No theoretical background, nothing.

Dr Spender, will you listen to me?

I think we're the victims
of some sort of academic hoax.

It might be something
more than that.

Hmm? What do you mean?

I can't explain
the whole story to you,

but I would be grateful
if you'd help me,

without making a fuss.

Fuss? Fuss? I'm not making any fuss.

But if there's anything
untoward going on,

I'll soon put a stop to it,
believe me.

- Dr Spender.
- Now, now, now.

You're a woman after all.

Please leave these things to me.

Everything is ready for you now.

Will you both come this way, please?

They're coming.
I'm going to let them in now.

KNOCKING ON DOOR

I see. Prepared?

ANSTICE: Yes. These are our new
sterile foam dressings.

SPENDER: For operation
in something over seven hours?

ANSTICE: That's right.

Huh. A bit early
I should have thought,

but you know your own
operative procedure.

There's no question
of my being able to examine her?

ANSTICE: I'm afraid not.

Is she under sedation?

Early sedation?

It's scopolamine.

You can try to talk to her.

Thank you. History?

Hilda Brauer.
Adopted nationality, Austrian.

Age not accurately known.
Believed 36 to 38.

How old are you, Hilda?

How old are you?

Oh, I am sorry.

I had hoped that she might be able
to answer a few of your questions.

But the less disturbance
of the skin

underneath the dressings
the better,

as far as we're concerned.

Thank you. Go on?

She has neoplasia
of the right lower leg,

confirmed at exploration.

Prognosis extremely poor.
She will die.

SPENDER: The patient may still
be lucid, you know.

It's unusual to be so definite.
- She knows already, Dr Spender.

This is why she has given us
permission to take the grafts.

I see.

There'll be no objection
to my examining the leg?

I'm sorry, but there would.

Oh, we've performed
all our preoperative dressings

most carefully,

so as to reduce the risk
of cross infection from the legs.

- Mrs Gale?
- Just one thing.

You said the grafts.

Surely you can't mean both eyes?

- Both.
- Why not only one?

Yes.
That's something I'd like to know.

It's a purely a question
of success rate.

As you know,
the percentage at the moment

is somewhere around about one-third.

If we operate on both eyes,

we increase our chance of success
that much more.

Besides,
it's something of a personal matter

between Hilda Brauer and Halvarssen.

You mean,
something of a personal debt?

Precisely so.

She feels she owes Halvarssen
her sight?

Something that happened
some time ago. During the war.

None of us know the true facts,
only the two of them.

But that's how it is.
- But it's... it's macabre.

Is it? Remember that we don't know
all the facts.

Oh, one thing that we do know.
Halvarssen saved her life.

Well, since there's no possibility
of me conducting an examination,

I've seen and heard all I need.

Dr Spender, we look forward
to seeing you in theatre.

Very well.

Until this evening, Mrs Gale.

Yes. I look forward to it
with great interest.

In the meantime, would it be
all right if I go into the village?

There are one or two things I need.

Would you like me to come with you?

No, thank you. I can manage.

ANSTICE LAUGHS

It might sound as phoney as anything
I've ever come across.

I've been checking up
on Halvarssen's past.

He's a very interesting fellow.

He lost his sight during the war.

Research patrol in Norway.

Then corneal grafting would be out
of the question, surely?

JOHN: 'That's right. Yes.'

You know this place is 7,000ft up.

You can only get there
by chair lift.

Yes, as a matter of fact,
if they thought of stopping it,

I'd be stuck down here for good.

That would solve
a few of their problems.

You'd better get back up there.
HE CHUCKLES

They'd hardly carry
their performances

to perform the operation itself,
would they?

You better hang around.

Oh, and do try and look
after Dr Spender, won't you?

Goodbye.

No pathology here.

We look for metastases, of course,
but there's no evidence. Agreed?

Agreed.

Have you performed angiogram?

Naturally. Here they are.

TELEPHONE RINGS

Yes?

Yes. This is Spender.

Now? I see.

Thank you very much.

In Miss Brauer's room?

Yes. I can find my way there,
thank you.

Yes.
Normal interval after injection.

These were taken a week ago.

Correct, Dr Hawn?

Yes.

And once again, no pathology.

So that's all right,
as far as we're concerned.

Mrs Gale, you seem rather worried
about something.

I was just thinking of Dr Spender.
Surely he should be here by now.

As far as the anaesthetic
is concerned...

ANSTICE: Please get on with it, man.

As far as the anaesthetic
is concerned,

we shall treat this
as a minor operation.

The patient will be under
a light anaesthetic, thiopental.

We shall employ a local
and retrobulbar infiltration.

That is to say
behind the eyeball here,

and on the corneal surface.

Strictly speaking,
this isn't necessary,

but personally, I prefer it.

I'll show you these, Mrs Gale.

The surface of the cornea
that we'll be dealing with

is only seven-tenths
of a millimetre thick.

In particular,
I'd like to show you this one.

You may not have seen it before.

Dr Hawn brought it over from Sweden
only very recently.

Look at it closely.

You'll see that the cutting edge
is rather short and slightly curved.

SPENDER SCREAMING

RAIN PATTERING

- The rest are on their way.
- I'm glad to see you.

Officially,
he fell over the balcony.

It was quite a drop.

I suppose
it was really quite clever.

Got rid of us both.
Spender permanently.

And I had to spend 24 hours
in the valley with police inquiries.

In that 24 hours,
they performed the operation.

Or they say they did.

I got back to the clinic

just in time to join
the flight home.

Together with Vilner's
special container

for transporting eye grafts
or whatever it is in there.

What are you getting at?

I don't know yet.

All this is some sort
of gala performance

so that Halvarssen can smuggle
something into the country?

Why not? He's adventurous,
sense of achievement.

He's built hospitals,
schools, bridges, banks.

Now he seems to get a kick
out of other people's disabilities.

You mean since his blindness?

He likes to see them stumble.

He's got a good feeling
of adventure in the dark.

JOHN CHUCKLES

Is murder an adventure?

I hope not.

From what I saw of him, I liked him.

ANSTICE: Morning, Steed.

Sorry to drag you out here
at this frightful hour.

It's a pleasure.

Mrs Gale has been telling me
about Dr Spender.

Oh, you need my signature,
don't you?

- Please.
- Yes.

It was most upsetting.
We don't yet know how it happened.

He was an old friend of my family's.

Really? I am sorry.

What about your patient,
Miss Brauer?

Oh, she's as well as can be expected
in the circumstances.

Is everything all right?
We must get on.

- It's all in order.
- Thank you.

Oh, er, the pen?

Thank you.

I'm going to see him.

- Who?
- Halvarssen.

What's the hurry?

The wheels are turning,
and I need my breakfast.

And I need to know whether
he's a murderer or not

before that case,

whatever it turns out to be,
arrives.

Before breakfast?

I'm sure the official pool
will sort everything out eventually.

But I have my own reasons
for wanting to find out now.

Well, I've got one or two things
to sort out

and this will come in very handy.

- Hmm?
- Are you sure we can just carry on

as though nothing happened?

Yes, I'm quite sure. Why?

I didn't realise Spender
would be killed.

Didn't you?
What did you think we'd have to do?

I don't know.

Drug him, perhaps.
Lock him in his room.

Distract him?

That sort of thing
may be all right for amateurs

like Halvarssen, but not for me.

It's all so casual with you,
isn't it?

Casual?

You're beginning to sound more
like Halvarssen every minute.

It was necessary.

You weren't so sensitive
about Hilda Brauer.

I'm not sensitive.

Good. Then we'll just leave it
as it is, shall we?

We don't even have to break
the sad news to him.

He's bound to find out
for himself sooner or later.

And by that time you and I

will be somewhere quite different.

Hello, Neil.

So everything went off smoothly, eh?

Perfect. Not a hitch.

And the case is still with Steed?

Yes.
It's still with Steed at Customs,

but I've arranged to pick it up
this evening and bring it here.

And our two observers?

Well?

They were no problem.

Splendid.

I knew you could organise everything
perfectly well

when it came to the point, Neil.

You've obviously done a good job,
and I am grateful for your help.

DOORBELL BUZZES

- Mrs Gale.
- Ah!

Mrs Gale?
- Yes.

They were just telling me
how things went.

Yes. It was terrible, wasn't it?

Terrible? What was terrible?

Dr Spender's accident.

- EVE: Mrs Gale...
- Just a moment.

Mrs Gale, I'm very sorry,

but I don't understand
what you're talking about.

Maybe Dr Anstice hasn't told you
that part of it, yet.

Dr Spender is dead.

He fell over a balcony.

There was a sheer drop of 800ft.

Why didn't you tell me this, Neil?

I was going to, of course.

But at a suitable moment.

Nobody wanted to upset you.

I must thank you both
for your considerations.

EVE: Yes.

Now, Mrs Gale.

I'm truly sorry
that this should have happened.

Believe me.

Now if you wouldn't mind
leaving us for a moment,

I will try and get things
straightened out.

Yes, of course.

It's all right.
I can see myself out.

EVE: Not at all.

By the way, when is it
you're going to get married?

We haven't decided this yet. Why?

I just wanted to offer you both
my best wishes, that's all.

Mrs Gale, I must make this
quite clear to you.

This affair has been
most unfortunate for us all, I know.

But it's over now.

Don't come back to this house again.

ANSTICE: It was an accident.
It could have happened to anyone.

Dr Spender wasn't anyone.

He was a very distinguished
eye surgeon.

You will pick up the case
as arranged?

Yes, I will. Don't worry.

Nothing's going to go wrong
with that side of the business.

JOHN: Well, that's it. Hilda Brauer
equals Henrietta Miller.

She was an artist.

Quite a good one
and she was at Mondblick.

CATHERINE: When?

A few months ago anyway.

That's her self-portrait.

He carries his sense of the dramatic
to some lengths, doesn't he?

He does, indeed.

Now there's just one question
I want to ask you,

and I want a straight answer.
- Mm-hm?

Is he a murderer or isn't he?

No. I don't believe he is.

He had nothing to do
with that part of it?

- No.
- Right.

Then we can get
everything wrapped up.

Now, Anstice, your friend.

Yes. What is he?

I don't how to describe him.
He's a broker.

He worked with agents,

undercover finance
of one sort or another.

He was always in need of money,

and now he needs money
more than usual.

You think he's double-crossing
Halvarssen?

I wouldn't be surprised.
Now Hilda Brauer,

she was a friend of Halvarssen's
at one time.

I should think 1942, 1943.

After that,
she took up a little bit of forgery,

and after that,
various other things.

She was quite a girl
by all accounts.

They must have got on well.

- Past tense?
- I'm afraid so.

She was fished out of the Rhine
four days ago, dead.

- Four days ago?
- Uh-huh.

Maybe she got on with Halvarssen,
not with Anstice.

I don't know. The point is...

Whoever was underneath
all those bandages,

it wasn't Hilda Brauer.

We've got to find out
what's in that case.

What's so valuable in it?

HE LAUGHS

What's so funny?

I'm sorry.

But it just struck me.

It's like, er, taking pennies
from a blind man, hmm?

Got them?

And what about Dr Spender?

He shouldn't have come, should he?

People tend to get a bit dizzy
at 7,000ft. Lack of oxygen.

I don't know much
about these medical matters,

as you well know.

And so he over-balanced

and fell 700ft, you said?
- That's it.

Anstice,
I don't care so much about you.

But what about Eve?

Well, you should know
more about her than I do.

You're going to marry her,
I understand.

Look. Why don't you just concentrate
on your toys, huh?

HALVARSSEN: Toys?

And what would you say
these were worth, Anstice?

Quarter of a million.

But are they worth a man's life?

And what do they mean to me?

How do I put a value on these?

These... hard bits of carbon

that men have dug out
of a clay pit in Africa

How long ago?

I don't know.

They're known
to have been in Peking,

and they passed through India
and Prussia

and then through Lima
years before I was born.

Eighteen months ago I heard of them,
and I made them vanish.

Now the revenue departments
of a dozen countries

are still looking for them,
and I hold them here.

They are a... a token to me. They...

They are a symbol...
that I've won again...

..in a world full of men who...

..who can see what is going on
in front of them.

An achievement.

I made a mistake...
because I am an amateur.

And even a talented amateur
should not mix with a professional.

And you are a professional.
Isn't that so?

Huh?

So professionally speaking,

you say that these are worth
a quarter of a million pounds.

And I say that a man
has been killed for them,

and they are worth...

They are worth nothing.

You are not moving.
I take it that means you're armed.

ANSTICE LAUGHS

Yes.

I'm armed.

DOORBELL BUZZES

Mrs Gale, I told you not
to come back to this house again.

I'm not very good at taking advice.

That's something you may regret.

You're right. Amateurs
should never mix with professionals.

For one thing, a professional
is always so much better

at killing people.
- And cares less.

Good to have you with us, Mrs Gale.

But I'm afraid
you'll be rather outside

your research department now.

I'm sorry we couldn't give you
a nicer welcome, Mrs Gale.

Good evening.

Good evening.
What a shame you bought a ticket.

We're just about to leave.

You've quite a lot to attend to,
haven't you? Most of it needs money.

The Darracott spy exchange
in Yugoslavia?

I'm relieved to hear that
you've been engaged on research.

Darracott in exchange
for George Kestersen,

plus, er, 5,000 quid at a guess.

Mr Halvarssen, it's rather like
used car trading.

Most spies have a question
of money in it.

Doesn't concern me.
Money has no interest to me.

I'm thrilled to hear you say it.

In that case, we'll just leave it
as it is, shall we?

Meanwhile, we'll be getting along
with Steed and Mrs Gale, of course.

- Very well.
- Just a minute, Mr Halvarssen.

You're on the edge
of a big decision.

Over the edge or not?

Now, I enjoyed your little joke
about Mondblick.

It was a little macabre but jolly.

Trouble is,

when you start these sort of things,
people get killed.

Like Dr Spender.

- And Hilda Brauer.
- That's enough.

JOHN: No, it isn't by a long chalk.

Now look, are you in or out,
Halvarssen?

You can choose.

Hilda Brauer and Spender can't.
They're dead.

HALVARSSEN: It's true.

I take your point, Mr Steed.

But as you can see,
I am at a slight disadvantage.

I've thought of that, too.

I think there's something
we can do about it.

GUNSHOTS FIRE

HE GRUNTS

Perhaps we could have
a little light?

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