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Thank you.

Yes? It's happening again, sir. Complete
blackout of section three.

It's on the blink again, sir.

Sound the alarm.

Emergency.

emergency emergency emergency emergency

You can see for yourself.

A complete blackout of this sector here.

That's the only sector affected?

Yes, thank goodness.

Well, a partial blackout is tolerable.

We're amply covered by our other early
warning stations.

But if the blackout area increased, or
worse still, embraced the whole

We would be in trouble.

A missile attack could be launched on
this country without any warning

whatsoever until it was too late.

Couldn't it be a technical failure this
end?

No, no, no.

Absolutely not. All our systems are in
triplicate.

No, no, this must be some kind of
natural phenomenon.

Natural phenomenon?

Oh, I know Hargreaves doesn't share my
view. He's got some fanciful idea that

the interference is man -made.

But surely... No, no, no, it's quite
impossible.

Why, to black out a radar screen in this
manner?

No, men have been trying for years to
find some means of doing it without

success. And you don't think someone can
have succeeded by now? No, no, no.

I've been closer to the problem than
anyone.

And it was Marlowe's life work. Marlowe?

Yes. Dr. Hubert Marlowe. Used to work
here. Brilliant fellow. Absolutely

brilliant. Helped to make radar what it
is today.

And then devoted the rest of his life to
try and find a means of combating it.

He actually worked here?

Yes, until a few weeks ago.

I miss him a great deal.

Absolutely brilliant.

He was working on some kind of radar
jamming device.

Yes.

That was his ambition.

His grand illusion.

I'd like to meet this Dr. Marlowe. Meet
him.

That's quite impossible, I'm afraid. Not
with us anymore.

We must have a forwarding address.

Well, hardly.

You see, Hubert Marlowe died four weeks
ago.

Is this his file?

Yes. May I? Of course.

Well, this is just part of his file.

We keep very comprehensive records.

Would you mind if Mrs. Peel spent some
time here and went through these?

Not at all.

Thank you.

Dr. Palmer, if this interference were
man -made... Not at all. But if it were,

now surely the source of it would be
situated somewhere within the sector

failed. Presumably.

But I can't believe for one moment that
it was.

Would you mind?

Of course not.

Well, we are here.

The sector that failed covers this area.

I suppose this mythical device had been
placed somewhere near its hand. Let's

say within 20 miles. 20 miles?

Now, what sort of territory would that
cover?

Mostly open moorland.

There is a small town here.

Yeah, yes, Pringby.

Now, that's a coincidence.

Oh? The church here in Pringby.

That's the place poor old Marlow was
buried.

Excuse me. I'm looking for the grave of
Dr. Marlowe. Dr. Hubert Marlowe.

Oh, yes. Funny one.

I beg your pardon?

Marlowe. Funny.

Odd. Oh.

Didn't come from round here, see?

But he insisted on being buried here.

Me, I don't care where they buried me.

Marlowe cared.

His relatives went to a great deal of
trouble.

Bring me churchyard he wanted.

Bring me God.

Can you point out his grave to me? Aye,
that's it.

All that trouble.

Then they changed their minds.

Wanted him moved.

You just missed Dr. Marlow.

He was exhumed.

Taken away.

Good morning, sir. Good morning. Can I
help you? I've been trying to find a

friend of mine. I think he was a patient
here.

Hubert Marlowe.

Marlowe?

No, I can't say that I... Dr. Hubert
Marlowe.

Doctor. Oh, I'm afraid we only accept
railway men here, sir. He's more on the

executive side.

You've never heard of him? No.

Maybe you remember his face.

No.

Well, I must be mistaken.

Thank you, anyway.

I'm sorry I can't give more help.

Nurse Bray.

I'm very sorry to bother you.

Yes, sir?

Who was that man? What did he want?

Stay away from that door.

I told you to keep out of sight.

It's all very well for you, Jonathan.

You haven't been buried away for the
last four weeks.

You knew what it would entail. You
agreed.

And you agreed that there'd be money. I
need money for my experiment.

The ministry kept me short, otherwise I
wouldn't be here. I wouldn't be doing

this.

Scrimp and save and penny pinch.

You said it would be different here. It
will be.

Well, why can't I have some of the money
now? The timing's wrong, Marlow.

You can hardly plead your case just at
this moment, when one of your units has

almost jeopardized the whole scheme.

Well, the insulation failed.

I couldn't possibly foresee a thing like
that. You should foresee every

possibility. That's why you're here.

That triggered off before you were
ready.

Probably caused a blackout somewhere.
You can bet your boots there's an

investigation underway already.

That's not good, Marlowe.

That's not good at all. But don't you
understand?

Save the excuses.

You'll get your money.

All that we've promised.

But only when we're ready to move, when
the job is done.

Dr. Johnson?

There was a man here a few moments ago.

He spoke to Nurse Spray.

He wants to know if we have a patient
here by the name of Marlowe.

Alert Baron. Tell him to keep his eyes
open.

Right, Doctor. I'll attend to it.

How are we today?

On the mend?

We'll soon have you up and leaping
about.

John Steed, Foot Placement Friendly
Association.

I've come here to see that all is well
with the hospital.

On behalf of the Foot Placement
Friendly, might I sign your plaster for

Comfortable?

Good.

Charming.

This will hasten on your convalescence
quite a lot.

You've no idea how lucky you chaps are
to have a place like this.

Beautiful surroundings.

The tireless activity of the staff.

Well, if there's anything you want,
grapes, oranges, magazines, flowers,

get in touch with a footplate man
friendly.

Great. Eh?

I'd like some grapes.

Desperate for them, I'd say.

Remarkable recovery.

My health is excellent and looks like
staying that way, which is more than I

say for you.

Well, you're fairly fit.

Hey, you!

Well,

all good for trade.

What happened? A man snooping. He got
away.

What did he look like?

Tall fella.

Umbrella and bowler.

Same man.

Things are hotting up.

Get him out of here. Clean this place
up. We've got to cover all traces.

What's going on?

If he's found you... Phone Miller. Tell
him to prepare for business in Carling

Street.

Carling Street.

Pringby. Are you still at it, Mrs.
Field?

Marlowe's file is, as you said, very
comprehensive.

I'm having to cross -check every item.

Carling Street, did you say? What about
it?

Well, he says an appointment at his
private diary, you see? 22 Carling

Pringby. Doesn't say who with or what
for.

Appointment was for Friday the 13th,
too.

Supposed to be unlucky.

Yes, it was for Marlowe.

That's the date he died.

I think number 22 deserves a visit.

Don't move. Got you in my sights.

Gun that shoots round corners.

Second childhood?

Nephew's birthday.

I have some very interesting news about
Marlowe. Don't tell me I'm way ahead of

you. Saw him myself.

They obviously had him very carefully
hidden away, but now we know where he

we can get in and get him talking.

Talking? When did you last see Marlowe?

About 11 .30.

Alive? Well, of course alive. You don't
think that... You mean that you've

seen... Dead. 1 p .m.

An undertaker from Carling Street,
Pringby.

The body was supposed to be a certain
Hubert Smith, died of heart failure in a

nursing home. For ailing real women?

Hmm. That's where you'll find your
answer.

Yes.

With your pleasing demeanour, you'll get
in there quite easily as a nurse.

Have to pull a few strings, of course.

Yes, I'll get on to the ministry right
away.

Whilst you're waggling your thermometer,
I'll tackle Sir Horace Winslip.

It's a charming place. You'll like it.

No music in your room.

No male visitors.

No nail varnish.

No elaborate hairdos.

Regulation stockings and in by ten o
'clock every night.

I'm glad to have you with us, Mrs. Peel.
I hope you'll be happy here.

No spray.

This is Emma Peel, who will be joining
us immediately. Will you familiarize her

with our routine here? Yes, sister.

Sister? Mrs. Peel.

Hope the dragon didn't put you off.
Actually, it's quite fun working here.

Hardly anything to do.

Masses of time off, especially when
they're operating.

I'm sorry, Doctor.

Dreamy, isn't he?

He's certainly interesting.

He's Dr.

Johnson, chief surgeon and chairman of
the hospital.

Runs everything round here.

Is that the new girl I passed just now?

Mrs. Peel.

allocated to us by the Ministry, I
suppose.

Like nurse prey.

There's no way around it, I'm afraid.
They insist we take a quota of trainee

nurses. Oh, don't worry.

She won't be allowed to see anything she
shouldn't.

Oi, you got a ticket?

No. Can't get in without a ticket.

Yes? I'd like a ticket, please.

Are you travelling far?

I don't think so. I'd just like to have
a look around.

Platform ticket over there.

All tickets, please.

Leftful number two, sir.

Thank you.

Hello, Governor. We got a customer now.

Splendid, Frederick.

Welcome to Winslip Junction, sir, where
all lines converge and all friends meet.

Winslip? Sir Horace Winslip? John Thiel.
Nice to have you as a passenger, Mr.

Thiel. Oh, goodness me, we are in luck.
Just in time for the first sitting for

lunch. You will stay for lunch? Thank
you very much. This way.

In here.

Ah, thank you.

Don't sit here.

I'd like to sit with my back to the
engine.

Menu?

Thank you.

Bye, Mr. Steed. I hate eating alone.

It's jolly nice to share a carriage with
you.

Oh, yes, we're keeping an extremely good
time, too. We should be approaching

Heppoway Tunnel any moment now.

True, sir.

Can't possibly enjoy a meal any other
way.

Brought up on trains, you know. My
father made all his money out of trains.

And now if I attempt to eat a meal
without the gentle rocking and the

flashing by, I get the most dreadful
indigestion.

Oh, a brandy, dear chap. Thank you.

It is a privilege.

to travel with you, Mr. Seed.

How did it come about, by the way?

The Footplate Man's Friendly Society.

Hmm? The Footplate Man's Friendly. How
shall I put it? I came aboard to tout a

donation. Footplate Man, eh?

Hmm.

Well, um, 5 ,000 guineas, all right?

What? Oh, well, make it 10 ,000, eh?

You're prepared to donate 10 ,000
guineas?

Oh, yes, of course.

I'll give you a check later on.

Sir Horace, I know you have a reputation
for generosity, but do you always part

with your money so easily?

Only for a worthy cause, my boy.

Railwaymen are the salt of the earth.

Railways made civilization possible, you
know.

Opened up the Wild West, all sorts of
new territories.

And made me a rich man.

Oh, we should be here any moment now.

A delightful journey, Frederick.

It's a pleasure, Sir Horace.

The

Iron

Horse.

Magnificent creature.

And all being murdered by the motor car.

Line after line closing down.

The downside line.

The Firthington, the Pencewest, all
gone.

I hang a wreath for each one, you see.

Well, somebody has to remember.

I thought I instructed you to go to Ward
C, Mrs. Peel.

Yes, but when the flowers arrived, I
naturally thought it best... You're not

here to think, but to obey.

They're waiting for you.

Yes.

We'll operate tonight, then.

This is number 214, Gladstone.

She was averaging 60 miles an hour in
1890.

They tore up the tracks to make a road
for motor cars.

You're lucky if you can average 20 miles
an hour on it now.

Sir Horace, how much do you have to do
with the running of your hospital?

Now, look at this.

This is the fair maid of Perth.

Splendid beast.

Hmm? Hospital?

Oh, no, I've got a first -rate chap
looking after things there for me.

Dr. Johnson.

I just put up the money. Exactly. You
put up the money.

It could be misused, and you'd never
know.

Now, look here, dear chap. We don't want
any of that sort of talk.

Johnson and Miss Thirlwell are excellent
people.

And they share my love of railways.

So long as you continue to put up the
money. Nonsense!

They do agree with my views.

What's more, they're prepared to do
something about it. In fact, they have a

scheme as... Don't touch that!

I'm terribly sorry.

What kind of scheme?

Oh, that's all right, dear chap. It's
just that that is one of the original

signal levers from Whittingham Junction.

They're quite irreplaceable, you know.
It looks very new to me.

Yes. I've just had them renovated. Yes,
they did an excellent job, too.

Now, what were we talking about?

The scheme at the hospital.

Oh, yes.

I've forgotten what that was now.

Tell you what.

How would you like a look round the
grounds, eh?

Now take you to the main gate the long
way.

I feel like a chug round myself.

Chug? In John of Gaunt. My own personal
engine.

Oh, sorry.

Don't worry.

There's a dance on in town tonight, can
we?

I'm on duty.

You were?

I just got the whisper they're operating
tonight.

So you won't be needed.

How about it?

I'll wait for you tonight.

Hmm? The dance.

Oh, no, no, thank you. Next time.

I've got other things to do. All right.
Well, if you change your mind.

Can I help you?

I was looking for Matron.

These papers.

They'll have to wait till morning.

See the sign, can't you?

Operating.

I see.

Good night, Mrs. Beale.

Ah, I was just looking for you.

Thank you. They're operating tonight.

Are they? I just tried to get in there
unbalanced.

I've no idea.

They don't hang about here, do they?

Right. Let's get started.

No chance of getting past him.

We could force our way in.

Too soon to expose our hand.

We just have to wait.

I wish I knew what was going on in
there.

Full of fips.

Scalpel Blowtorch

Mechanized flowers.

Electronic cutouts.

Condensers.

And that, believe it or not, is a
selenium rectifier.

This is a transformer, isn't it?

This

is

where I found Marlowe.

Business seems to be dying on.

Well, they're expecting someone along
pretty shortly.

What do you think of this?

Well, it's a hole to breathe through.

In a coffin?

Mrs. Peel, have you ever heard of an
undertaker booking funerals months in

advance?

There's one, six weeks from now.

And another a month from now. And both
on a Thursday, and both out of this

locality. Have you got that diary, the
one with the map in it?

As a matter of fact, I have.

Here. A funeral two weeks ago at
Scarsby.

Scarsby.

Four weeks ago at Lennington.

Lennington.

Then Knowley.

Knowley.

And then another here at Pringby.

Pringby. And the ones in advance?

Ones at Summer Brig.

Summer Brig. A charming little place.
The other at Wayscale.

Wayscale, here.

Join them all up.

And there you have it, slap in the
centre.

The radar station.

This way, please, gentlemen.

Gently.

Gently.

Now this one, gentlemen.

It's the light.

Only the light.

It's a solar cell sensitive to light.

Then what's it doing in a coffin? I
wonder.

Mm -hmm. I thought so.

It's telescopic.

Long enough to reach the surface once
this coffin's buried.

Some device that derives its powers from
the rays of the sun.

This little device reaches up and feeds
it.

And the device is in there? Mm -hmm.
Built up from parts like this?

It's Dr. Marlow's know -how.

A range of jamming devices.

Buried around our early warning station.

To black out all warning of enemy
attack.

We still have to find the central
control.

They'll keep it well hidden, of course.

But difficult.

Control for a thing like this would be
pretty big.

There'd be buttons to push, levers to
pull.

The assembly should be carried out in a
completely dust -free area.

An operating theatre.

I'd better follow that coffin.

Central control, big.

Buttons to push, levers to pull.

Levers to pull.

Oh, the last one, Miller.

One more op and our task is complete.

Feels good, eh? End of the road in
sight?

Extremely good.

Well, let's get it over and done with.

Word, sir? Well, we can't begin without
us. Oh, thanks a lot.

Hurry up.

The doctor's waiting.

Let's get started.

Closet. I promited.

All yours

Quite

a

successful operation, I think

Don't you, Miss Talbot?

Tonight, we can celebrate.

It's called to a campaign.

Home and dry, the end of our worries.

Except for Mrs. Peel.

What, uh, what are we going to do with
her?

Oh, no.

No, I couldn't take another, not so soon
after Marlow. He's right. Another death

from this hospital would be too risky.

You've set us a problem, Mrs. Peel.

An accident?

Everybody knows the old man's batting.
There's a positive danger in that

of his.

He's bound to hurt somebody someday.

Do so abhor violence, dear chap.

Is this the way to repay my hospitality?

Are you all right, Frederick?

Yes, Sir Horace, yes. Go and have a lie
down in the waiting room, dear boy.

Sir Horace, you've been used.

Have you got any idea what this is for?

That's correct.

You have?

And what's more, I entirely agree with
what we're about to do. Sir Horace, I

can't believe that you would betray your
own country.

You don't know what you're talking
about, dear boy.

Why, the Wincliffe's have served in five
wars.

Four kings and two queens, faithfully
and well.

Why, we were even about to form the
Royal Railway Regiment. Then what's

to your patriotism?

We appear to be talking at cross
purposes, dear boy.

This won't harm the country. In fact,
it'll be an enormous benefit.

Road clear again.

Get from A to B in half the time.

End of petrol fumes.

Petrol fumes?

When this evil vehicle is banished from
the Queen's Highway.

Sir Horace, you said you knew what this
was for.

Yes. After all, I was in it from the
beginning. When Dr. Johnson first put

scheme to me, I said... What scheme did
he put to you?

A jamming device, of course.

For jamming what?

The motor car.

Johnson said that was what this was for.

Certainly. Otherwise, do you suppose I'd
have made such considerable monies

available? It's a jamming device, all
right. But what it's intended to jam is

the entire defensive system of this
country.

Goodness me.

That's John of Gaunt.

Sir, hurry.

It's essential we destroy this
insulation.

What's going on?

I'm just playing about with my own
personal engine.

No one's got a right to operate that.

What is going on?

What is this young woman doing tied to
the railway line?

She'll break the engine.

Let's have a look.

What extraordinary people.

felt i was cut out to be an engine
driver i was on the point of taking it

a matter of fact family objective oh no
they were all for it i came to my senses

just in time there's no security always
on the move oh i don't know at least it

would have kept you to the straight and
narrow