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In the study, Mrs. Peel.

For the man who has everything.

For delivering that parting shot.

Bang.

It's unique, isn't it? Whichever way you
aim it, you hit the chandelier.

Here's the file.

Shall I recap?

Do.

First victim, Walter Carlson, found dead
in his apartment on the 5th, fractured

skull. Number two... Are you listening?

I'm all ears.

Andrew Denham in his penthouse on the
6th, fractured skull.

And last night, Samuel Hammond.
Fractured skull?

Mm -mm. Broken neck.

My mistake.

Here's a list of their holdings.

Carlson was chairman of Conversal
Imports. Denham, head of Automatic

And Hammond, on the board of Electrical
Industries.

All up in the top bracket.

Hmm.

Where the vultures gather.

Meaning?

Few reach the top without making
enemies.

Revenge?

Professional killers don't use a
battering ram. Whoever came in there was

wild frenzy.

Did Hammond have any appointments
yesterday?

Arachi, 2 .30. That's the only
appointment for today. No other entries.

Looks as though we've reached a dead
end.

Correct. Three dead ends.

One could be a fourth.

Hey, you.

Here, what do you think you're... One,
oh, four,

five, seven, five. You got that figure,
Jim?

Yes, fine, Bob.

How's the Hirachi deal?

I'm seeing the rep this afternoon.

Hang on a minute, will you?

Lamb of fear.

What? Oh, why call me?

You've got a dozen men in security.
Don't bother me about a thing like that,

please.

You still there, Jim? What's the
trouble?

That one's got him without a party.

Now, look, I want an estimated cost for
the first quarter.

Jim, hold it. Jim, hold it.

What do you want, get back? Keep away.

Keep away from me. Keep away.

The witness's statement.

Less painful to have used the handle.

They vary a little.

What? Male, they say. Between 6 '2 and 6
'6. Wearing a dark coat, hat, gloves.

And some say spectacles.

Have they ever seen you before? No.

Oh, didn't they? In spite of the maze of
corridors out there, they knew exactly

where to find Lambert.

Did they hear anything?

Well, they heard the door, the shots,
and a curious whip -like sound.

Whip -like?

Extremely helpful. To add to the
confusion, he was bulletproof.

Mrs. Peel, Hammond's diary.

Didn't he have an appointment today?

At the Harachi Corporation.

They're an electronics firm. He probably
did business there.

So did this poor fellow. Honorable
gentlemen, our representative, Mr.

will be in your capital's London city on
the 12th. Will you kindly telephone the

appointment obedient and faithfully?
Harachi Corporation.

He obviously did leave the telephone.

Made an appointment here for three.

Really?

Karachi. They were in the news a few
weeks ago.

They developed a new circuit element to
replace the transistor.

It could revolutionize the electronics
industry.

I see.

Lambert was probably competing for the
European concession.

Well, this fellow's out of the race now.
He can hardly compete with a broken

neck. Just a minute, Steve.

The position of the head.

He's been hit from the front, and yet
there isn't a trace of bruising on the

face. Conclusion, honourable lady?

Ink who?

Ink who?

It's a karate blow.

Delivered by an expert, it breaks the
neck easier than a hangman's noose.

Many in this country, experts?

Very few.

Barely a handful in the whole of Europe.

Please state your business, Mrs. Peel.
I'm interested in karate.

Interest is for the onlooker.

From students we require dedication.

Nightly attendance for practice and
demonstration.

We never tolerate absentees.

I appreciate that.

Then appreciate too, Mrs. Peel, that
karate, unlike judo, is not a sport.

It is a science, an art, a discipline.

The word karate. Means empty hand.

But the hands, though empty, can become
more deadly than any weapon.

It is the concentration of force and the
development of courage.

Please.

Some of my students can split a roof
tile with one finger.

And one, whom we call Oyama, the tall
mountain, can shatter a door with a

stroke.

It is difficult for a woman to compete
in such company.

It's the idea of competition that
appeals to me.

Then I suggest that perhaps fencing
would be more suitable for your purpose.

I think not, Mr... Here I am known as
Sensai, the knowledgeable one.

Oyuka, Mrs. Teal is leaving now.

What makes Oyuka the exception?

Oyuka, the immovable one.

It's a third dan at judo, a first at
karate.

There are few men who could pass her if
she did not wish them to.

And if I could?

I shouldn't try, Obaki.

The foolish one.

But if you can, you'll be most welcome.

Oyuka! You attacked her as a woman, but
she has the skill of a man.

A bad mistake, Oyuka.

Good afternoon.

If you could come tomorrow afternoon at
three.

Thank you.

Yes.

Very well.

Thank you.

Goodbye.

I'm from industrial deployment.

I have an appointment with Mr. Tosamo at
three.

Team is Lambert. I'm not Mr. Lambert.
You're not Mr. Lambert. He's regrettably

indisposed. You have a letter of
authority.

There. Thank you.

Yes? Mr. Lambert is indisposed.

Mr. Steed is here from industrial
deployment.

Please ask him to come in.

You may go in.

Thank you. We'll have the tea later,
Mr... Smith.

Smith.

I am sorry to hear that Mr. Lambert is
indisposed. You are from Industrial

Deployments? Yes.

You are acquainted with our recent
development?

You've produced a new circuit element
for the transistor.

I'm here to negotiate the rights for
concession.

This heralds a new age, Mr. Seed.

Computers no bigger than a cigarette
box.

Pocket television and radios smaller
than a wristwatch.

No worldwide patent?

Hardly necessary.

The manufacture of the element is
complex and would require a capital

50 million, ten years before we have
competitor.

So you give the concession to the
company, which gives the biggest slice

profit. Admirably put, Mr. Thede.

Point us to ask if you've had any offers
already.

We have saying, Mr. Thede, in darkness,
ceiling is always higher.

Confucius. Tosamo.

Regret other competitors cannot be
disclosed.

Well, of course, I'll have to get in
touch with my board, but I'm sure we can

make a favorable offer. Of course, our
production facility is nowhere near

measure up to yours.

We started with room no bigger than
this. Please go on.

This was site of first plant, producing
transistor radios.

Extended in 1958, following record
exports. And that section over there.

Research division established in 1960 to
manufacture inexpensive record player.

Most successful and achieved highest
profits for companies, which enabled us

extend the factory and brought many
government contracts.

Excuse, please.

Yes? Your next appointment is here, Mr.

Tussamal. In one moment.

Very well, sir. Well, you'll be hearing
from me shortly.

This way, please.

Thank you.

Goodbye. Goodbye.

I am ready now.

How do you manage it?

As Cusamo might have said, we have a
proverb.

He who talks too much forgets his
listener.

Son of Confucius? Steve.

How often do the karate boys get
together?

Nightly. Have you got a list of the
members?

Yes, it wouldn't help very much. Most of
them have got Japanese pseudonyms.

I must say, I can't wait to meet Oyama.

The tall mountain.

What's he got that I haven't got?

A hobby.

Archaeology, philateling, knitting.

Splitting doors.

Hey, this is interesting.

Victim one, Carlton negotiator,
commercial import.

Two denim automatic industries.

Hammond, electrical industries. Lambert,
industrial deployments.

If you kill off one negotiator, they'll
obviously replace him with another.

It's not too easy. They must need a lot
of reorganization.

Two families, only 36 hours in London.

Well, that leaves us United Automation
and Jeff Cook Products Limited.

Which is your preference, Mrs. Thiel?

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe.

It's fascinating.

How much is the retailer?

Four pounds. But our terms are very
favorable with orders above a gross.

Great. Certainly a possibility.

I shall speak to Mr. Jeffcott first.
Will you be long? I'll go and see.

Mrs. Peel? Yes?

How do you do? I'm sorry to have kept
you. I understand you represent Winnell

and Pentel's Change Tours.

We're just opening up a new toy
department. Well, I'm sure we can find

interest you. We've no equals in the
field of electronic toys.

Here's something we're all very proud
of. He comes when he's whistled.

Really? Yes, go on, have a try.

I'm not very good at whistling.

No, you're not, are you? Here, try one
of these.

It's marvellous.

Of course, these novelties are only a
fraction of our business at the moment.

produce everything from tea makers to
radar equipment.

And with a new advance in electronics,
well, we've a lot more ideas on the

drawing board.

Oh?

Yes, well, Mrs Peel, if I may just leave
you now with our catalogue. I have

rather a pressing appointment.

You'll find the details of our full
range in here.

I do hope we'll see you again.

Well, I'm really very interested.

And now, a demonstration of Temeshawari
by a student of whom I am truly proud.

A fifth dan at judo, a fourth dan at
karate.

Oyama is an example of what can be
achieved through practice and

I give you

Oyama.

Hello, Steve. Hello, Gilbert. Very good
of you to come round. Well done.

Will you have a drink?

Yes. I'm seeing the minister about those
research estimates.

It gives you exactly three minutes. Time
enough. Are you sure?

Positive. I want to know what's
happening at United Automation. United

Automation? They produce industrial and
domestic appliances.

Who runs it, do you know?

Should do. Worked under him for quite a
spell. Dr Armstrong.

Why did he leave the ministry?

Well... You know what we're doing down
there.

Armstrong refused to toe the official
line.

He felt we should be constructive
instead of destructive.

He had some crazy idea about building a
machine to clear debris from radioactive

areas.

Topgrass said no, but he went ahead.

Had an accident, wrecked the building,
lost half his staff and put himself

permanently in a wheelchair.

And they turfed him out of his job.

With a few tears, I might add.

Well, tell me more.

Well, I think Armstrong was born with a
slide rule in his mouth. I'm sure his

first words were pi r squared.

Given a choice between Lola Brigida and
an electronic calculator, he would

choose the equation every time.

He's certainly very elusive. How do we
find this human computer?

That isn't easy.

He's buried himself under a jungle of
gadgetry.

I've got to pull some strings.

Well, start pulling.

I'm so sorry.

After three minutes.

Well, Benton?

I've seen Two Summer again.

Go on.

There are two offers still to come.

Two? Who's the other one?

I don't know.

I couldn't quite hear.

I thought the girl was being
cooperative.

She is.

But it's not easy. He keeps the names in
a confidential file.

She's trying.

I should be hearing from her. When you
do, call me at once.

Understand?

I thought you were supposed to be at
Jessica's. I was, but he's got a board

meeting till six, and I didn't fancy
squatting outside the factory till then.

Do you want some coffee?

No, thanks.

I thought you were supposed to be at
United Automation. I decided to change

something with a literary sheen. I'm
playing it as a journalist.

Getting Jen on automation in modern
society.

Will the machine supplant man?

Or woman, for that matter.

And will it? Not if I have anything to
do with it.

United Automation is impregnable.

Admission by appointment only. And don't
forget your punch card.

Your what?

What's this for?

I'll figure that out when I get there.

Mr. Thede?

Yes. Please, stay where you are.

My infirmity in no way impedes my
activity.

I'm Dr. Armstrong.

How do you do?

I'm afraid this will have to be brief,
but please do sit down.

Thank you.

This is the age of the push button, Mr.
Thede.

My factory is entirely automated.

That appointment card was neat, but
can't it be duplicated?

It's recoded periodically.

Oh.

You've no staff at all? For maintenance
and for sales.

As a journalist, you'll appreciate that
we human beings are fallible,

temperamental, and though often
unreliable. The machine, however, is

and invariably more competent.

Well, machines can go wrong.

Oh, indeed.

So one builds each circuit in
triplicate.

Failure can be rectified automatically,
without risk of hemorrhage or surgery.

A perfect trouble -free labor force,
available at one's fingertips, as you

see.

For security, efficiency,

air -conditioned for comfort, and

relaxation.

That kind of music wasn't composed by a
computer. It will be in time.

Today we have machines that not only
work, but think.

I'll show you exactly how a machine can
think.

If you'll come over here, Mr. Steve.

I hold in my hand a card, which is
programmed for complex equations.

We drop it in.

Turn the knob.

The answer.

I'll take your word for it.

Correctly programmed, the machine could
answer questions on finance, science,

even military and political matters.

It could supplant the human brain
entirely.

Is this for publication?

I'm theorizing, of course.

The problem is size.

But with the development of new circuit
elements, it can only be a matter...

Excuse me.

Yes? I've got the information.

Go on.

The offer is from Industrial
Deployments. But Lambert's dead.

They've no one else to negotiate.

Well, somebody else turned up.

Who? A man called Steed.

John Steed.

Is that him?

Yes.

He's the one who followed me in. All
right, leave this to me.

I'll be with you in a moment.

I hope this has been of interest.

It has, indeed.

Well, I never let my visitors leave
empty -handed.

We hope to market these very shortly.

Solid ink.

Solid? The temperature of the hand
electronically feeds a stream of carbon

particles into the mist, emitted only on
contact.

Cannot leak or dry out.

Refilled only once in 10 years.

The ink manufacturers will love you.

You've been very informative, Dr.
Armstrong.

It's my pleasure.

What was he doing here?

Snooping, undoubtedly.

Well, let him go.

Benton, you're employed to take orders,
not give them.

I may be confined to this chair, but I'm
perfectly capable of dealing with Mr.

Steed.

But we've someone else to deal with
first.

Roger.

Prepare for target assignment.

Right. Well, as long as you can
guarantee delivery for tomorrow.

Fine. Bye -bye.

It's certainly taking its time. That
light went out ages ago.

No other exit?

The warehouse, but his car's parked out
front.

How did you do?

It's that casual air of elegance that
always betrays me.

How do I turn it off?

You lay it down.

Looks as though he's been hit by a five
-ton truck.

It's extraordinary.

This man is a karate expert.

Not expert enough.

Indeed.

Big fella.

Came in here.

Exit Mr. Jeffcott.

Leaving the field clear for Dr.
Armstrong.

Who's confined to a wheelchair.

Well, he could have hired someone.

Who could possibly crash in through
there and deal with Jeffcott?

Well...

I thought I might be paying Dr.
Armstrong a second visit.

So I'm making myself a bevy of skeleton
keys.

How's that, eh?

Masterly. It's pretty easy to get in.
It's not so easy to get out. So I've

out insurance.

Well, I'd like a policy.

One never knows.

One doesn't?

Well, will you get in touch with Mr.
Jusamo, Hirachi Corporation?

Oh, I'll have to give you his number.

What's the Japanese for Hyde Park
Corner?

That's nice.

A wee present from Dr. Armstrong.

And if DeSamo's not in his office, have
you any idea which hotel he's staying

at? No, try more. Say you're my
secretary and that I'll give him an

thing in the morning.

Strange about Dr.

Armstrong. He's very keen to get that
concession.

He doesn't seem to be interested in
profit.

If I'm not back by 11 .30, I'd stay for
breakfast.

You don't need breakfast.

Come on, Benson, don't be nervous.

He's quite harmless until programmed.

Then only I can stop him.

He's like a child, really. But one day,
he'll have a brain.

More efficient than this computer.

He'll be powered by solar energy, and
that casing will stand the blast of an

atomic shell.

Even now, he travels with the accuracy
of a guided missile, directed by a...

Simple radio transmitter in the pen.

Thank you, Mr. Tussama.

Mr. Steed will call you tomorrow morning
without fail.

Yes, I've got that. 11 .30.

Right. Goodbye.

Now, Steed's frequency is .113.

There he is.

I hope with a pen nestling comfortably
in his breast pocket.

That's it.

Roger is now tuned to the same
frequency.

The concession is ours.

Bye.

Getting hot in here. Is your nerve?

It's over 70.

Impossible. Well, take a look.

Must be a vaulted thermostat.

Our ring maintenance.

It's under report.

What's wrong?

The dam attack has altered manually.

There's an intruder in the building.

Amen.

Count yourself fortunate, Mr. Steed. The
Cybernaut was programmed to capture,

not kill.

Oh, that's very decent of you.

Oh, is that another one? Looks almost
human.

Put it away, Benson.

That's the trouble with man. Such an
impulsive creature cannot cope with

Today, one wrong decision, one simple
error, could bring complete destruction.

I suppose you have an answer, Doctor.

There, Mr. Seat, the electronic brain.

Oh, not this one. But I have the
blueprint here. A small, complex

with these new circuit elements,
incapable of a wrong decision.

And what's the end product?

The perfect politician?

Exactly.

Government by automation.

Sounds like an electronic dictatorship.

It's the only solution.

I'd say that was up to the voters.

They might disagree.

Once I get delivery from Harachi, an
army of Cybernauts is only a matter of

time. Doctor, look.

A friend of yours, Mr. Steed?

Well, it's an opportunity to demonstrate
my radio -controlled cybernauts.

What a charming young woman.

I'm sorry she won't be joining us.

I think you'll agree the automated
assassin was a stroke of genius.

Loyal, obedient, and extremely
efficient.

Just how efficient you'll be seeing any
moment.

I wouldn't if I were you.

Is this your idea of progress?

The ultimate in human achievements.

Human? A cybernetic police state?

Push -button Bobby?

Automated martinis?

Remote -controlled olives?

No, I think I'll stick to good old flesh
and blood.

Thank you.

Mrs. Peel, throw the pen away.

Mrs. Peel, throw me the pen.

The pen, throw it at me.

It's a shortwave device, works like a
guided missile.

Well, get rid of it. Don't worry, I
will. That won't help you, Steve. This

has a brain of its own.

Thank you.

It moves in the dark. It leaves no mark.
It's as hard as steel.

Nine down. Now, what would that be, Mrs.
Peel?

Cybernaut.

Oh.

I don't hold with those newfangled
things. Oh.