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TRAIN RUMBLING

MAN WHISPERING IN ITALIAN

WHISPERING CONTINUES

SHARP NOISE

CHARLES: How far does Steed
have to come?

About a mile, sir.

I should have thought
12 minutes was long enough.

He probably had difficulty
finding a taxi.

Taxi? What's wrong with his feet?

Even I could have walked here
in this time.

KNOCK ON DOOR
Come in.

OLIVER: Ah, good morning, Steed.

I'm a few minutes late.
I'm very sorry.

- That's all right.
- You should try walking.

I did.

Well, we've got a story
to go through.

Not a very pleasant one,
but it shouldn't take too long.

It's the Carinthia Pipeline.

Map.

Austro-Hungarian,
Austro-Yugoslav borders.

Furstenfeld, Volkermarkt,
Voitsberg, Graz.

You've spent some time
round there, I believe?

Yes. I was on the line for a while.

- Good terrain for our type of work?
- The best, forest and mountains.

It'd take a whole army
to patrol about five miles

and you could stroll
across it at night.

We've handled more agents
with information the last ten years

from that particular sector
than anywhere else in Europe.

So have other people.

That's all to the good,
professionally speaking.

HE CLEARS THROAT
Anyway, as of this morning,

the Carinthia Pipeline is closed.

Closed? Why?

We've lost six out of the last
seven agents using it.

Sempel,

Langstrom,

Meyer,

Pravicz.

Lisa?

Ludner,

Leacock.

JOHN: What exactly do you mean
by "lost them"?

Sold. Dead or captured.

Sempel and Ludner,
we know about, were shot.

As to the others,
Meyer was drowned...

It's always messy
when this sort of thing happens.

You say you've lost
six of the last seven.

- Who was the seventh?
- Anderson.

You went through training with him,
I believe.

JOHN: I've known him for some time.

- You count him as a friend?
- Yes.

Then you might know
how to set about finding him.

We sent him out six weeks ago.

Briefed him to find the trouble
in Austria. Since then, nothing.

- You don't think he's dead?
- We don't think anything.

His procedure was simple.
He hasn't used it.

It's possible he found a lead,

decided to investigate
without informing...

It's unlikely.
He's very conscientious.

That's why they've called you in.

If we don't find Anderson,

that Carinthia Pipeline
might be out.

Maybe for good.
That's something we can't afford.

- I appreciate that.
- Excuse me.

- Oh.
- Thank you.

In view of the fact we haven't had
a report at all,

start with a routine check of
Anderson's contacts in this country.

We've some important people
using this pipeline.

So get on with it.
- Right.

All right. Here's a rundown
on Anderson's movements

just before his disappearance.

Take it to the next room,
but return it to me

when you've finished with it.

I still think we'd get results
more quickly

if we put out a general call.

I'd rather rely on Steed.
It may take longer,

but it stops it being widely known
that Anderson's missing.

The opposition doesn't always
capture agents.

They sometimes buy them.
- Anderson?

- Surely you don't think that...
- I don't think anything,

except we should remember
all the possibilities.

CATHERINE: Well,
that's the official hand-out.

What's really behind all this?

Who knows?

Where do you propose
to start looking for Anderson?

Start?

While you've been
living it up in Paris,

I've scoured every inch
of London for him.

You've been friends a long time,
haven't you?

- Who told you that?
- You did, ages ago.

Oh.

It's rather unusual to send
an operator out on a job

that involves him personally,
isn't it?

You've been reading
the official handbook again?

But it is, isn't it?

Yes.

And you think it's more
than just a case of failure

to report progress?

Of course, it is!
He had a two-week time limit!

Now, look,
six people have been killed.

If Anderson didn't find out
what was wrong,

what are they going to do?

Wait around
till the other six are killed?

No, he was supposed to report
and he didn't.

He'd one of the new transmitters.

You know, the ones
that send back signals

at 12-hourly intervals unless
you prevent them from doing so.

If he'd been killed or captured,
we'd have got an SOS message anyway.

So he must have
turned it off himself.

A deliberate decision not to report.

HE SNIFFLES

- What kind of a man is he?
- He's reliable.

HE CHUCKLES
By all the books, he shouldn't be.

He's a lousy shot. He can't swim.

Writes poetry.

But he is reliable.

What's the official theory?

Well, they think he may have found
a lead on the traitor

and thought it so important
that he had to go underground

regardless of orders...

..which annoys them.

But not you.

I'll keep an open mind.

- Steed? Do you want any help?
- No, thank you.

I'll phone you when I get back.

I'm terribly sorry,
there is one thing you could do.

Don't wash up, but please stack away
the tea things.

DOOR SHUTS

Well, now, let's see. Shh.

Well, that's all right, I think.

I had Mr Lethridge in here
about half an hour ago.

Oh, yes.

Yes, very concerned
about buttons, he was.

I always have to tell him

it's not the number of buttons
on the cuffs

that make the suit, you know.

I said, "Well, of course, sir,
if you want seven buttons,

"eight buttons in rows
up to the elbows,

"I'll shed no tears."
HE CHUCKLES

But then, of course,
I blame the magazines, you know.

Do you?

Yes, I understand
it's the same with doctors.

All their patients
are reading the magazines.

And then coming in saying
that they've got this

and they've got that.
Too bad. That's just something

one has to put up with
in the professions.

Of course, leaving aside
his dress sense,

Mr Lethridge is a charming person,
quite charming.

I'm very relieved to hear it.

All right.

I want to know
where Hal Anderson is.

Officially or unofficially?

That's the trouble.
I'm not too sure.

Unofficially, for the moment.

I'm afraid I can't help you.

- Can't?
- No.

- He's a very close friend of mine.
- I know.

- And he may be in trouble.
- Perhaps.

Do you remember Lisa Pravicz?

There was some question
about these facings

at the last fitting...
- She's dead.

Lisa?

She was such a nice girl, I thought.

Dead?
- Shot. On the Hungarian border.

And five more besides.

And you want Anderson?

- Mm-hm.
- No, I don't want to know.

You've got to know,
for everybody's sake.

Now, look,
if he's safe and still working

in Austria or one...
- Austria?

So you have heard from him.

- Yes.
- Was he all right?

Well, he seemed all right.

- So you haven't actually seen him?
- No, but...

Now, look, Lovell.

If you've heard something from him,
we've got to know.

- Could I use your phone?
- Yes, of course.

Oh, Primrose 0042, please.

HE SIGHS

Oh, Mrs Gale.

Yeah. Message? What message?

No. Look, I've been shopping

and I think I've found
what I was looking for.

I'll be out of town,
I should think, er, three days.

I'll ring you when I get back, OK?

Goodbye.

Scotland?

RAIN FALLING

OBJECT THUMPING

THUNDER RUMBLING

HE EXHALES SHARPLY

Right. Who are you?

I'm a traveller, bona fide.

And I'm soaked to the skin.

I wouldn't mind a coffee,
if nothing stronger.

How are you, Hal?

All right.

A long time.

I mean... a long, long time.

Aye.

HE SIGHS

Only... you ought to be careful
around here,

because the last three bonafide
travellers are all buried...

..out there somewhere.

I can see
you haven't lost any speed.

I haven't lost anything.

I still wouldn't mind a coffee.

Yes, of course.

JOHN EXCLAIMS

Only, uh...

UTENSIL CLATTERS

Don't think I'm pleased to see you,

because I'm not.

Somebody had to catch up, though.

I suppose it might as well be you.

- How did you choose this place?
- It's a fire-spotting tower.

HE CHUCKLES
It's like being a lighthouse keeper.

Really, instead of being surrounded
by nothing but sea,

here it's nothing but trees.

HE EXCLAIMS

Bird-watching?

It's for fire-spotting.

I'm a warden.

Fire-spotting in this?

Well, it's an easy job.
It's restful.

It's not your job.

HE CLEARS THROAT

Leave that alone.

That's my sole contact
with the outside world.

In passing, how did you get here?

Plane to Glasgow,
then a jeep from there.

And I've walked...
HE CHUCKLES

..an awful lot of miles.
- You must have wanted

to see me pretty badly.
- I did.

Why?

For a chat.

Well, you won't get me
away from here, you know.

I had no intention of trying.

Good.

Good.

Well, I suppose I am glad to see you
in a way.

What is it, Hal?

Well...

..I've lost my memory, John.

HE CHUCKLES

It might sound stupid,
but there it is.

I've got, oh, about two months
I just can't account for.

I was doing, erm,
something unpleasant.

But what it was...

So I thought I'd come here
and try and sort it out.

But it hasn't worked,
at least not so far.

Well, maybe I can help.

We're going through
the same thing all over again!

Four days and not a word from Steed.

It may have taken all that time
to check Anderson's contacts.

But it's still four days!

And that's four days
we can't afford.

Look, I don't like hurrying things
any more than you do,

but the pressure's rising
in Carinthia and you know it!

He's probably on his way
to Austria already.

Without reporting here first?

You told him to
make a Red Three report?

- Of course, I did.
- Oh, you would.

But tell me, what was the name
of that lady helpmate of Steed's?

- What? Er, Mrs Gale, you mean?
- Oh, yes, that's right.

Knows her food and wine well,
I remember.

Charming.
Get her on the phone, will you?

All right.

She may know something.
TELEPHONE DIALLING

After all, they work together a lot.

Though I hope Steed
hasn't confided in her

to any great extent
on this occasion.

There's no reply yet.
- Oh, well, keep trying.

When you find her,
ask her to come round here

first thing in the morning,
would you?

- Yes, sir.
- Good night.

I keep telling you, I've retired.

You have?

Well, I mean, if you mean
have I gone in

and signed a bit of paper, no.
But I've retired.

Nobody retires ever.
Let's put it this way.

What've you been
doing the past six weeks?

I don't remember.
I just don't remember.

- You been doing a job of work?
- Yes. Yes, I was. Clerical work.

- Clerical?
- Yes. I don't know what.

- Do you care?
- No, I don't.

It happens, you know.

People have gaps
and they never fill them, never!

Yeah, but there has to be
a good reason for it.

We both know that. Now, what reason?

Let's try logic.

Now, you and I have known
each other for how long?

Ten, twelve years?

Now you must remember that.

We've helped each other
out of the fire more than twice.

Now, you can trust me.

Oh, yeah, no further
than I could kick you!

You or any of them!
I never knew one of you

who wouldn't sell out his own
brother if it suited him.

Shake... shake hands today
and kick you in the guts tomorrow!

It's a great life in the Service.

And that's the living truth,
isn't it?

Isn't it?

All right, let's not worry about...
ooh!

I really shouldn't have done that.

I'm terribly tired.

Do you know,
I haven't walked so far

since that
Yugoslavian hike of ours.

Well, there's a spare sleeping bag
in the cupboard.

HE SPITS

Well, I'll just go and smoke
this extremely soggy cigar.

Then I'll hit your floorboards.

WIND HOWLING

OWL HOOTS

HE SIGHS

Good morning.

She didn't get in
till half an hour ago.

She's been to a party, apparently.
Said she'd come straight around.

Oh, good.

I'm going out to get some breakfast.
I'll phone in at midday.

CHUCKLING: Thank you.

HE COUGHS

HE EXHALES SHARPLY

HE EXHALES SHARPLY

KNOCK ON DOOR
Come in.

Ah, Mrs Gale.
Charming to meet you again.

Good morning.

I really must apologise
for dragging you out so early.

Oh, that's all right.

I understood it was urgent,
so I didn't change.

Quite enchanting.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

HE CHUCKLES
Won't you sit down, Mrs Gale?

Thank you.

Tell me, Mrs Gale.
Have you seen Steed recently?

Not for a few days, no.

Any idea where he could be?

Well, he telephoned me on Tuesday

and said he'd be out of town
for a while.

He didn't say how long
that while might be?

Yes, three days.

You've no idea where
he was calling from, I suppose?

No, I'm afraid not.

Well, I'm awfully sorry
to have put you to so much trouble.

Not at all.

Why have you sent Steed
to find Hal Anderson?

I am right in thinking
it's unusual procedure.

BLUSTERING: Yes, it's unusual.

But under the circumstances,
I thought it was justified.

What circumstances?

We called in Steed
because he's the one

with the knowledge and ability

not only to predict
Anderson's next move,

but to understand his mistakes.

And who will anticipate
Steed's mistakes?

Oh, I think Steed's impressed enough

with the losses already
not to make any mistakes.

Even when he's emotionally involved?

You've broken the rules.

There are rules.

We make them.

And occasionally break them.

That's our privilege, Mrs Gale.

JOHN GROANS

I've remembered.

HE CHUCKLES

Put it down, Hal. That's a good lad.

No. I'm not gonna put it down.

And if you don't do
just what I tell you

and move very carefully and slowly,
I'll cut you in half with it.

I suppose it is loaded.

You can try your luck.

And it'd make me very happy
if you did.

Get up.

HE SIGHS

HE GRUNTS

Oh...

Over there!

Splendid.

Just like they told us in training.

What's the plan for today?

Breakfast and then we're going out.

Hunting or just shooting?

We're gonna be picked up.
I used the radio phone.

- No use asking where we're going.
- Oh, yeah.

We're going back to London
to report in.

That's what you wanted, isn't it?

Drink that.

HE SNIFFS

I...

I don't think I really feel like it.

It's 30 grains of chloral.

It'll help you to sleep
on the journey.

Although I shouldn't think anything
much would keep you awake.

Not even half a dozen murders.

THEME MUSIC PLAYING

We're here for
the purpose of inquiry

of the following series
of allegations.

That you are responsible
for the disruption

and sabotage over a period
of several months

of the escape
and transfer arrangements

set up in the region of Carinthia.

That you are responsible
directly, indirectly,

or by implication
in the death or capture

of the following agents
of Her Majesty's government,

Frederick Sempel, Howard Langstrom,

George Arnold Meyer,
Ann Lisa Pravicz,

Herman Ludner, Arthur Leacock.

By betraying their identities

to counter-espionage services
of alien powers

and by assisting in their capture
by those powers.

Are these the allegations
you make against the accused?

Yes, they are.

OLIVER: I'm not certain
what you hope to gain

by coming here again, Mrs Gale.

I want to talk to Steed!

You know I'm sympathetic,
but it's out of the question.

I realise you've worked
together for a long time...

Which is quite beside the point.

- Is it?
- Of course, it is.

All I'm concerned with
are these allegations.

They're so unlikely.

Unlikely? Well, in that case,

Steed will be able
to answer himself

quite satisfactorily
at the inquiry.

Inquiry?

Look, Mrs Gale, I must point out
that Anderson has known Steed

far longer than you have.

And these unlikely accusations,
as you call them, are his.

All the evidence you have
against Steed is second-hand.

Yes, it's an ugly trade,

whose rules aren't those of justice,
but expediency.

Everybody's guilty
until proved innocent.

Precisely.

- May the 15th?
- I was in Norway.

- With whom?
- Nobody. I was on holiday.

I was on the way
between Narvik and...

Where was it she... Oh, yes, Alta.

- Hotels?
- Tent.

Maybe you can find
where we flattened the grass.

Anderson?

He was in Vienna, Meyer's warehouse.

He met the man in question
three times.

I later spoke to the man
who admitted to paying to Steed

well over £3,000 in sterling.

I never went to Vienna.

- HAL: Photograph.
- Faked.

I took it myself.

And two days later,
they pulled Meyer out of the river.

What happened to you
when I pushed him in?

Had you run out of film?

Next point, July the 3rd.

You say you cleared me

of anything to do
with this business?

Of course. If we had any doubts...

Then how is it
I know nothing about it?

I'm afraid I don't understand you.

You've pointed out how closely
I've worked with Steed.

Yet nobody's come to me
for any evidence.

There'd be no point.

And it would be unwise to try
to provide an alibi for Steed.

As we already know that,
during each of the periods

covered by Anderson's reports,
Steed was abroad.

- And alone?
- Yes.

How very convenient.

My findings are, the detailed
and documented allegations

brought against you by Anderson
are beyond practical doubt true.

I find that you have systematically
and over a period of time

sabotaged our transfer network
in eastern Austria.

And that in so doing,

you've been responsible
for the loss of at least six agents.

If I were feeling more cynical,
I'd congratulate you.

As it is, a number of details
we need to know quickly.

Your contacts with the opposition
and so forth.

You will therefore
be taken for interrogation.

My advice to you, Steed,
is to cooperate.

Naturally.

Thank you, Hal.

What happens now?

He'll be taken to the unit.

After that, a decision
will be reached

concerning his disposal.

You hear rumours
up and down the Service

about this sort of thing.
Disposal, "The Dump".

The disposal of agents
who outlive their usefulness

is not a matter we concern
ourselves with very closely.

Oh, no, of course not.

If I hadn't pieced it all together
myself, I'd never have believed it.

But I suppose there's always
somebody like me

who knows the thing's dirty

but can't believe
that it's all that dirty.

Anderson, I think it would
be a very good thing

if you went on extended leave.

Say, six months
with immediate affect?

Arrange it by ADC, will you?
- Yes, sir.

HE SNIFFLES

Good evening, Mr Steed.

How nice of you to come.
Had a good trip?

- Very pleasant, thank you.
- Oh, so glad.

Er... Look, I'm very tired.

Suppose you tell me
what it is you want to hear,

and I'll do my best to help.
How's that?

That's fine, absolutely fine.

You're here to tell us the facts
about the Carinthia Pipeline, mm?

What are the facts?
HE CHUCKLES

We're gonna have fun finding out,
Mr Steed... together.

I'll see you in the morning.
Get a good night's sleep.

Isn't it a little early for bed?

Time is what you care
to make it, baby.

Reality is a merely causal affair.
We all know that.

In reality, there is only the void.

You read your Wittgenstein,
I assume.

I'm afraid time betrays all of us.

And... in time,
we betray each other.

Isn't that so?

Time's what you care to make it.

Have a good night.

I don't think Mr Steed's
going to take very long.

Don't mistake appearances
for the reality, baby.

Did you see Anderson?

Of course, I did.
He was at the inquiry as planned.

- How was he?
- A little unstable, I thought.

He's been sent
on extended sick leave.

Oh, dear.

Something went wrong.

Yes. We...

..failed to encompass the void.

HE SIGHS

CAGE RATTLES

CAGE RATTLES

I'm still confused
by Anderson's behaviour.

Yes, wasn't that careless of me?

It was bound to happen.

You see,
faced with the facts about Steed,

I mean, one of his oldest friends,

his mind just rejected them.

- Do you mean, lost his memory?
- Presumably.

Fortunately, it hasn't made
any difference this time.

Er... It mustn't happen again,
though.

What you're proposing

sounds suspiciously like blackmail
to me, Mrs Gale.

Not at all.

You're convinced Steed is a traitor.

All I'm saying is
it's in your interest

to convince me, too.

- But how?
- I want to see him.

What good will that do?

Steed and I worked
pretty closely together

over the past months.

He's a good agent

even if he is inclined to take
the easy way out sometimes.

What exactly are you
getting at, Mrs Gale?

The picture Anderson's file
draws of Steed

doesn't sound like the Steed I know.

That means either you're wrong
or I've been very stupid.

We are not wrong.

Then I'd better know just how stupid
I've been, hadn't I?

Very well. I'll see
what arrangements I can make.

Thank you.

WAVES CRASHING

SEAGULLS CAWING

What?

HE SIGHS

ELECTRONIC OSCILLATION

HE GROANS

OSCILLATION STOPS

What's the time?

ELECTRONIC OSCILLATION

Are you sure you want to
go on with this, Mrs Gale?

I take it that means I may?
You've been a long time deciding.

Very well.
Steed's whereabouts are secret.

I can't let you know
where you'll be travelling.

You'll have to go by ambulance.

Do you know where he is?

Or is it something
everybody would prefer not to know?

WAVES CRASHING

HE GROANS

LOUD EXPLOSIONS

HE GRUNTS

Well, well, well.
One o'clock. Time for lunch.

- Lunch?
- Lunch.

I only just had breakfast
an hour ago.

No, no. Five hours ago to be exact.

MAN: 'May the 10th, Vienna.

'Raining hard,
the same as yesterday.

'According to the watchman
at Meyer's warehouse,

'it always rains this time of year.

'The point is what to do
about Sempel.

'It will have to be today.'

MACHINE GUN FIRE

- BETHUNE: This way.
- Thank you.

- Mrs Gale, good morning.
- Morning?

Were you... thinking of going out?

No, I was just finding it
rather cold, that's all.

Oh, is it?
I don't notice it any more.

You'll soon get used
to our Highland climate.

I, er, hope you had
a good night's rest

after your journey.
- Yes, thank you.

Though, in passing, my watch says
it's the middle of the afternoon.

HE CHUCKLES

A watch is just a mechanism,
Mrs Gale.

Rather like the human brain.

It's a mistake to trust
either of them?

Exactly.

We're mechanics by nature,
Bethune and I.

We...
HE CHUCKLES

..can't help tinkering.

That's Bethune's plaything.

These are mine.

You want to see him?
- CATHERINE: That's the idea, yes.

- Why?
- Curiosity.

- Intellectual?
- Of course.

You should certainly
find it fascinating.

He's a most... challenging subject.

Yes, by all means, see him.

Er...

..in a couple of hours, that is.

Not now. Not just now.

Thank you.

ELECTRONIC OSCILLATION

MUFFLED VOICES

OSCILLATION SPEEDS UP

DISTANT EXPLOSIONS

JOHN GROANS

CATHERINE: 'Steed. Steed!
Wake up, Steed!'

Steed?

Steed, come on, wake up.

- Ah...
- Steed?

Oh!

You got the time?

I got to be certain
my watch is right. It's important.

Yes. It's twenty-five past four.

Just go away from me.

Get right out of my time.

HE GRUNTS

THEME MUSIC PLAYING

BETHUNE:
Has the sound mic gone down?

No. I turned it off.

- Why?
- The noise bothered me.

I don't want to know what they're
discussing at this stage.

It couldn't matter less.
HE CHUCKLES

- He's way out.
- At last.

Now all they have to do
is turn him on.

It's quite an achievement, isn't it?

We create a complete dossier
out of nothing.

Set it down in one man's mind
so firmly,

he accuses his oldest friend
and gets him convicted.

And Steed here, under suggestion,
will confirm it.

Incredible.

All the symptoms. Hallucination,
confusion, and apathy.

If we can do it once,
we can do it again.

Few people in the Service
trust each other as it is.

CHUCKLING: Soon, no-one will.

We could go on forever.

An endless stream of guinea pigs
and highly inadequate supervision.

Who could ask for more?

Do you think they're squeamish?

Way, way out.

Our subject seems to be paying
more attention

to his watch than to Mrs Gale.

Last broken hold on reality.

I think, just the same.

Steed, do you know where you are?

No.

And I don't care.

Ah... yeah.

How long have you been here?

Does it really matter?

Look, Steed,
you're gonna come away with me.

- I've got some work to do.
- What work?

Er...

Oh, I can't remember.

Steed, look.

Look, I've got a watch. Look.

You can have it
if you'll do as I say.

DOOR OPENS

- It is fascinating, isn't it?
- Yes, it is.

Do all convicted traitors
get the same treatment?

Not necessarily. It depends.

As you probably gathered,

we're trying out
some new techniques.

They're still in
the experimental stage.

He appears to have reached
a state of complete apathy.

Oh, I do assure you, Mrs Gale.

We shall return him
to some positive persona.

I wish I could stay, but I'm afraid
I must get back to London.

Yes, of course. I'll arrange it.

Meanwhile, Murdo will escort you
back to your room.

I'm sorry we have to keep you
under open arrest.

Perhaps we can have another talk
later before you go?

Right.

HE GROANS

All right, baby, phase two.

You got the file?
- Yes, it's over here.

Has he really got to learn all this?

Learn is the wrong word.

We're gonna make it happen to him.

And Mrs Gale? What about her?

He'll have to kill her
eventually, of course.

SEAGULLS CAWING
WAVES CRASHING

PROJECTOR RUNNING

SEAGULLS CAWING

I thought you said Mrs Gale
went back to her room?

- Hmm?
- You heard me. Take a look at this.

Get Murdo quickly!

Murdo, Bethune here.

Control room!

Murdo?

I'll find out.

Steed, come on! It's time to go!

OBJECT CLATTERS
Oh!

Come on, Steed. Look, we'll be late.

Look at this. Look.

We'll be late if we don't hurry.
Now look.

Stay where you are, both of you!

GUN FIRES

GUN FIRES

JOHN GROANS

RAIN FALLING

HE GRUNTS

CATHERINE: Ooh!

BOTH PANTING

BOTH PANTING

- You all right?
- Yes.

I don't know where we are.

Somewhere in Scotland.
That's all I know.

This might help.

Good girl.

Well, that's the north.

Makes us three miles further away
from Gretna Green.

That's a relief.
DOGS BARKING

Get you to some
ruddy Highland doctor.

HE GRUNTS

DOGS BARKING

ELECTRONIC WARBLING

Hello, this is Tower Nine.

Tower Nine speaking on 9.5 metres.

Tower Nine, Tower Nine.

MAN: 'Hello. Hello, Tower Nine.
This is Base.

'Is that you, Anderson?
What's the weather like outside?'

Cold.

Look, can you send
a telegram for me?

'All right, hang on.'

We can't get on with
the Carinthia replacement scheme

until the unit gets a clear picture
from Steed.

Well, I don't agree.

All the other agents
are compromised.

Except Anderson.

Which makes it doubly unfortunate
that we can't use him.

- Why not?
- Unstable.

Oh, his reaction to the Steed affair
was quite understandable.

Oh, I'm sure it was.

KNOCK ON DOOR
Come in!

Mrs Gale, we didn't expect you back
so soon.

What's happened to your arm?

Your friend Bethune
took a potshot at me.

- What?
- During Steed's escape.

Steed escaped?
We have no report of that.

- That doesn't surprise me.
- Won't you sit down?

There are one or two things
I'd like to clear up.

If there's any clearing up
to be done,

I suggest it's on your side.

You set up a unit
for dealing with agents

who've outgrown their usefulness.

Then you forgot about it.

Swept the whole thing
under the carpet.

Well, it's gone bad on you.

And I've been shot,

and Steed half killed
finding this out for you.

Mrs Gale, where is Steed now?

I imagine he's doing
your job for you.

Mrs Gale! Have Mrs Gale followed.

Get my car around here at once!
- Yes, sir.

And get through to the unit!
Have a full report ready!

Yes, sir.

What are you doing here?

You've been out a long time.

Oh, I've been rereading
the Proust that I lent you.

I make it you owe, er, yeah,

two pound, fourteen and six pence
on this library book.

I buried all the cartridges
in a badger's hole

about 200 yards from here.

So unless you fancy unarmed combat,

you'd better listen
to what I have to say.

PHONE RINGS

Yes?

- Oliver, I'm in Glasgow.
- 'Glasgow?'

Mrs Gale flew up.
She's got a car waiting for her.

- 'You going to follow her?'
- She kindly offered me a lift.

So I'll go on
part of the way with her.

I'm glad, really. There were
a few things I'd like to ask her.

Yes, of course. Is there anything
you want me to do?

Have you got through
to the unit yet?

No, sir. No contact yet.

'Oh, I see. Oh, there is one thing.

'Have my car collected
from London Airport, would you?'

Yes, sir.

It's difficult, I know,
but that's what happened.

I don't remember anything like that.
I just don't remember.

JOHN: I know it's hard.

I've just been through the machine.
I don't remember much.

But I remember enough to convince me
that Bethune and the Wringer...

HE CHUCKLES
..very aptly named, I should say,

are up to no good.

I don't know this Wringer
and I've never been to the unit.

You have, but don't remember.
You were brainwashed.

I didn't realise what it was
all about until the second day.

Instead of interrogating me

and trying to get information
out of me,

they started... feeding it into me.

They wanted you and me
to believe the same story.

I know you were there.

I can see you now
in front of that cafe in Vienna.

The films they showed us
were very convincing.

I could recite that report by heart
if I wanted to.

JOHN: So can I, some of it, anyway.

I haven't even read it.

Thing about Meyer,
how it rained every day,

how Sempel was killed.

But what was the point?

To disrupt our organisation.

Well, I certainly didn't trust you.

If their plan had been successful,

nobody would have trusted anybody.

I just don't believe it.

Good evening.

What the...

Thanks to your telegram, Anderson.

Telegram?

You were a long time coming.

Time is what you care to make it.

My associates will be
arriving shortly to pick us up.

Mr Steed is under sentence of death.

Besides, he's still needed
for interrogation.

You're aware what kind of man he is.

I murdered six people,
disrupted the Service,

and broke up
the Carinthia Pipeline, remember?

WRINGER: Quite so.

Look after Steed for me,
will you, Anderson?

Don't worry. I will.

WRINGER EXCLAIMS

I suppose you were bound
to turn up, Steed.

Still, no one's gonna be
very pleased with you.

So you'd better come with us.

- How did you know me?
- What do you mean?

How did you know my name?

You walked straight in here
and called me Anderson.

I knew you were here with Steed
and I know him.

How did you know we were here?

Anderson, put it down.

No. I was beginning to wonder.

I didn't think it was possible,
but I do know you.

I don't know where
I've seen you before.

But I do know you.

Now, how did you know we were here?

Your telegram.

ANDERSON: I didn't send
any telegram.

Put it down, baby.

No. You know too much about me
and about my mind.

Otherwise, you wouldn't know
that I was here.

Perhaps you sent me here.

Yes, that's it.

You sent me, didn't you?

- Didn't you!
- CHUCKLING: Yes.

Yes, I did.

And... I could do it again, too.

Actually, we could do it together.

You both know the system now.

There's a lot of improvements
we could make.

It's a question of time,
really, isn't it?

A question of time.

It's all... a question of time.

So I was saying to myself
on the way over here.

I'm getting disorganised,
quite disorganised.

It must be somewhere here,
but where?

Ah, here we are.
HE CHUCKLES

That's it.

OBJECTS CLATTERING

Are you all right?

CATHERINE: Yes, I'm all right.
I can manage, thank you.

- Are you sure?
- Yes, thank you.

I hope your little holiday
was a success.

I must say, I fancy
you're looking a little tired,

if I might mention such a thing.

It was very nearly a disaster.
The weather was terrible.

I'll tell you all about it sometime.

That is very nice.

Oh, by the way,
Anderson sent you his best wishes.

And thanks for the telegram.

He's in hospital.

Oh, dear, nothing serious,
I do hope.

- No, he'll be all right.
- Good.

Now then, let's see.

Oh, excuse me a moment.

Oops!

Now let me pour our...
- I can do it, thanks, Steed.

You sure?

Oh, stop this ridiculous pantomime.
I'm all right!

Of course, there's still
a lot of work to be done.

Er, in Austria, you mean?

Yeah.
CUTLERY CLATTERING

Things are never quite as easy
as they seem.

All the same, the Carinthia Pipeline
should be open

by the end of the month.

Now, what shall it be?
Black or white?

CUTLERY CLATTERING
Oh!

CUTLERY CLATTERING

HE SIGHS

Black, please.

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