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Mrs. Beale.

Mrs. Beale.

Come along.

No time for nodding off.

Yes, it is.

Did it have to be the middle of the night, Steve?

Night? It's morning.

Bright new morning.

Best part of the day.

Dew is pearly.

The morning chorus is in full throat. And everyone in their right minds is

asleep.

Where are we, anyway?

The country residence of Sir Clive Todd.

Todd.

The Minister for Promotion.

Come now, his speeches aren't that bad.

Good morning, sir. Madam.

Good morning.

My name is John Steed, and this is Mrs. Peel.

We're expected.

Quite so.

Will you come in, please?

May I? Oh, excuse me.

I have been assisting.

I will inform the gentleman you are here.

Thank you.

Steve, you did wake me up a few minutes ago.

There is a touch of fantasy about it all, isn't there?

Toy soldiers and all that.

Is this some kind of fancy dress party?

You might call it that.

Last night in Whitehall.

This is an ideal little costume for lurking around government buildings in

Peathtown.

This is exactly how he broke in. Who broke in?

The burglar. The man who wore this. You'll see him in a minute. He's in...

will see you now, sir. Thank you.

How is he, Doctor?

He's lucky. The bullet just missed his brain.

Come this way, please.

You've come to see... Our burglar.

I still don't understand. Why bring him to Sir Clive Potts' house?

Where else?

But this is... Sir Clive Potts.

Caught with his own fault, Cullystown.

A minister of the crown.

And a burglar.

Something of an all -rounder.

Really, indeed.

Your levity at a time like this... Sorry, Sir Jeremy. It must have been

shock to find that Sir Clive was the member of another gang.

Apart from your own gang, that is. The whole idea is preposterous.

Incredible. But undeniable.

There's no doubt about that.

Sir Clive and some persons unknown did manage to break into that government

strongroom last night.

During the course of the raid, which was entirely successful, by the way, Sir

Clive managed to get himself shot. But not killed.

He'll pull through.

Which is more than can be said for the government at this moment.

The Prime Minister's ordered complete secrecy.

That's why Sir Clive was brought to his own home.

He will remain here.

And we will issue a simple announcement to the press.

A hunting accident.

A check -up.

In the fullest sense.

I'll leave the rest to you. The Prime Minister's waiting for me.

Steve, Mrs. Peel.

I don't know, the way he's scuttled down, it makes me feel like a sinking

Well, you may be right at that.

If this case isn't broken.

Good morning.

Do you suppose the Prime Minister would mind if you let me in on the secret?

I don't suppose he would. It's state security. It's been riddled with a

of raids over the past few months. Or just like last night.

Boldly conceived, superbly executed.

Behind them, there must be a brilliant planner at work.

A genius.

A diabolical mastermind.

Sir Clive? He's just a pawn in the game. The man we're after is the king.

Whoever he is.

Has anyone ever remarked on the astonishing resemblance between yourself

Florence Nightingale?

Excellent, Mrs. Peel.

Efficient, thorough to the point, most excellent.

Thank you, Doctor. I'm happy to have our patient in your hands.

But I would remove the nail varnish.

How are you?

Where is this place?

This is your home.

And you?

Your net.

I'm thirsty.

I've been in an accident.

Yes.

What sort of accident?

You were shot.

It happened while you were breaking into a strong room.

Breaking in? That's right, Sir Clive.

Breaking in.

What on earth are you talking about?

What did you call me? Sir Clive. Sir Clive? Sir?

Title?

Breaking in?

Amnesia. Eh?

Amnesia. Sir Clive.

He came round for a few minutes. Doesn't appear to remember anything.

Concussion? I doubt it.

Doesn't even seem to remember his own name.

Bluffing?

That's your problem, Mr. Steed.

I'm just the nurse around here, remember?

Better chat with the old boy. Nothing here.

What were you hoping to find? At the risk of ribald laughter, clues.

What kind of clues?

I don't think that should concern you, Mrs. Peel. You're only the nurse here,

remember?

Sorry, it's just a complete blank.

But you do feel after talking. Yes, I want to help all I can.

Let's start with the robbery.

Who planned it? You?

Robbery? Was it your first or had you taken part in others?

There must be some mistake. I don't know anything about any robberies.

I manufacture computers.

You did before you went into politics.

Oh, yes, I'm in politics.

Does my wife know I'm here?

You've been a widower for five years.

Oh, yes, of course.

Kate's dead.

Divinia, my daughter, is, of course, south of France.

Yes, sir.

Divinia on holiday in France.

Then you remember that.

What? About your daughter.

Divinia.

Who is Divinia?

Sounds like amnesia.

He could be bluffing. He's one of the smartest minds in Westminster.

Then we may be in for an interesting challenge.

Mr. Steve?

Yes. Campbell, Dr. Fergus Campbell.

Security told me to... Oh, that's all right.

This is Mrs. Peel.

Security seemed to think that I, that a psychiatrist... A psychiatrist was my

suggestion. Indeed.

Sir Clive, excuse me.

There's nothing feigned.

No bluff about his condition.

Post -operative shock, general physical and mental disorientation, and the

effect of the anesthetic's not fully worn off.

Quite a hangover, one way or another.

Your facetiousness, Mr. Steed, covers an edgy temperament.

In fact, I'd say your nerves mostly jangle like wires in the wind.

A few notes on the patient who matters.

Hmm, an impressive subject.

Do you mind telling me why I've been singled out for this job?

He's an official secret, and I imagine you're still covered by the act. You are

a service psychiatrist, aren't you? By the way, what did you manage to

straighten out in the wavy navy?

The seasick.

Traces of an incipient inferiority complex.

I should watch it.

Has he said much so far?

No.

Not so far.

Hello. I'm going to scream in a moment.

Oh, dear, I hope not. Loud, and I have excellent lung. I can believe it. Enough

to wake the dead. I'm John Steed. I'm here on business, and I'm not going to

harm you.

Oh, how dull.

Well, why were you searching my father's study?

Your father?

Yes, his papers were all over the floor. Everything was in a... So you're

Davinia? Yes, of course. But you're supposed to be on holiday.

Well, I was, wasn't I?

Father Franz.

Naturally. But I got bored on the beach.

So I jumped into a taxi and took the next plane home.

My care in the following.

Oh, yes.

Now, Miss Todd.

Davinia.

Oh, Duffy, take your pick.

Davinia.

That was a super tackle you made.

Scrum half.

Wing three quarter.

Now, Davinia, your father.

Oh, yes, where is Daddy, by the way?

He's in bed, resting.

Tell me, was he plucked? No.

Well, what has become of him, then?

I'm afraid I can't explain.

Oh, secrets?

Yes. Mm -hmm.

You might be able to help. Your father has suffered a temporary loss of memory.

He'll be all right in a few days.

But until then... The master's fire might flee the country.

Exactly. And what exactly can I do?

We've had great difficulty in pinpointing your father's movements last

Have you tried Alan St. Johnson?

Well, Daddy spends a lot of evenings with him.

An opposition MP?

An opposition at chess.

They're old pals.

Anyway, surely it's all in the diary.

The diary?

Well, I looked. I didn't... No, you wouldn't.

Daddy's little secret.

He thinks that even I don't know.

You know, I wouldn't have screamed.

I'd just have accepted my fate.

I'll bear that in mind.

There's a secret drawer.

I can't always work it.

Daddy's a child about gadgets. Yes, like that Chinese puzzle.

Looks like a St. Bernard's dog collar.

No. You pass circles through squares.

There. Very difficult and a ghastly ball.

He certainly seems to enjoy exercising his mind.

He's like those fiends who go on stimulating their muscles into old age.

As you know, he's a very rare politician.

He really has a high IQ.

High enough to belong to Ransack.

Ransack? Yes, it's a club for eggheads.

They wade through test papers and problems just for fun.

Ah!

No!

Acid. Caught in through the lock.

Ah, what was that?

Daddy's dial.

Sir Clive, your memory is clouding, isn't it?

You can't remember anything.

Do you recall what happened?

Do you?

Or is it all lost beyond recall?

Is it?

Is it?

Any luck?

No sign of a breakthrough.

He can't remember anything.

I don't think he ever will.

When you see St. Johnston, go carefully, Steve.

If he didn't meet the Clive last night, well, then drop the subject and back

out.

Alan St.

Johnston's a good sort of friend and all that.

But if our opponents get wind of this business before you find an explanation,

there'll be a bigger explosion than ever Guy Fawkes could have caused.

Mr. Steve?

Yes? I'm sorry you've been kept waiting.

Mr. St. John's has been interviewing a constituent.

What did you want to see him about?

It's a personal matter. I'm a friend of Sir Clive Todd.

Oh. I believe that he was with Sir Clive last night.

Well, that's right. They left the house together.

I expect he's through with the constituent by now.

Did you know the person who came to see him?

Steve?

I think we might be getting somewhere.

He's talking. Not making much sense so far, but he is talking.

Get Campbell, will you?

Dr. Campbell.

Leeming. Desmond Leeming.

I'm John Steed. I knocked by to inquire about Sir Clive.

So did I.

Are you a friend of his?

Well, in a manner of speaking.

We have a strong interest in Sir Clive's well -being.

And when we read about the accident... We?

Professor Spencer, myself, and one or two other interested people.

We run a little organization.

Strictly a hobby, you understand.

It's an academic exercise.

Sir Clive was one of our star members.

Mr. Lehman, what is this organization?

RANSAC.

Perhaps you've heard of it. I have indeed.

I'm an old friend of Sir Clive's. He's been trying to get me to join for ages.

must say he made it sound a very attractive proposition.

You wish to become a member?

Right away, if possible.

Well, if Sir Clive has told you about it, I take it you understand the object

RANSAC. Confirming one's superior intelligence.

Honing the mind, Mr. Steed.

Bending it.

Stretching it.

burrowing down into the mass of neglected cells on a community basis.

A kind of scrambling of eggheads.

Yes, if you like.

I have some entry papers with me, if you care to complete them.

No cheating, eh?

Of course not.

And our minimum entry is an IQ rating of at least 145.

So, if the Clivers recommended you...

We could use another keen mind, Mr. Steed. Thank you.

Well, I'd better be running along.

I'm glad to hear that Supply is doing so well, Doctor.

And, Dr. Campbell, you'll let me know if there should be any change for the

worse. If you should have to resort to drugs.

Goodbye, Mr. Steed.

Goodbye, and thank you.

Mrs. Peel seems to think that the old boy's going to make some sense now.

Paper. Pencil.

Clock.

Time. Night.

Sleep.

Gun. Kill him.

Kill him?

Did I say that?

Yes, but who said it when you heard it last?

Was it when you were shot?

I don't know.

All right, let's try some more.

Let me try a word.

Ransack?

Ransack. What does it mean to you, Sir Clive?

You know that word.

Ransack.

It's important, isn't it?

Think of Randvac.

Think.

You killed him.

Why? I don't know.

I don't know why.

I don't know, Steed.

I don't know what made me do it.

Just can't remember.

But I did do it.

You said I did.

There's no doubt about it. It was a lethal injection.

But why?

Why?

I examined him this morning.

I can remember that.

Then I left him with a woman.

A nurse. Mrs. Peel. That's right.

Then I came back in here.

I stood over there.

Then someone came to fetch me. That was me.

Was it?

I went back into his room.

I prepared an injection.

And then... Then... It's no good, Steed.

From there on, it's just a blank. A complete blank.

Very convenient.

I swear to you, I just don't remember.

You've got so far.

Now the rest.

Self -analysis, Doctor.

I must have made a mistake.

There must have been something else on my mind when I prepared that drug.

Killing was on your mind.

Now why should you want to kill him?

Who told you to do it? I had no inclination to end his life.

No conscious inclination.

So it had to be an error of judgment.

You've done hundreds of injections.

You've never killed a patient before.

No, I know.

I've tried to rationalize.

Searched for compulsive reasons.

Yes. I don't know.

No, it's stupid.

Try me.

Compulsive reasons.

That seems to ring a bell somewhere.

Compulsive.

As though someone had told me.

Commanded me. As though someone had commanded you to kill Sir Clive? Just

possible. Who'd you met today?

No one.

I haven't been outside the house all day.

I've met no one except... Except Desmond Leeming from the Ransack organisation.

Now, does that ring a bell to you? Ransack?

It meant something to Sir Clive and it means something to you too.

Well, why not?

After all, I'm a member of Ransack myself.

Good evening.

Good evening.

Lobby?

Don't have to.

The state of the nation suits me very well.

Did you see Leamy?

And Professor Spencer.

How was your intelligence quotient?

Well above average.

Better than mine?

Roughly the same. That's hardly surprising since I also did your papers

So they accepted you? Better than that. I got a job there.

It appears that Professor Spencer requires a secretary.

Someone with charm, intelligence, discretion.

I start at the school tomorrow.

School? They run their courses at a boarding school near Oxford.

The Dorrington Dean Academy for Young Ladies.

Young Ladies.

The girls are on holiday.

Take a point of aim.

Watch those upper limbs.

And... Loot!

Hello. How do you do? You come to enlist?

I didn't realize archery was part of the program.

I'm not one of the ransacked mob, if that's what you think.

Know something about toxophily?

Eh?

Archery. I play dance.

Holly Trent's my name.

John Steed. I'm school games mistress, left as custodian during the holidays.

Watch out. I lure the intelligentsia from their course whenever I get the

chance. Oh, you seem to have raised a fine body of yeoman.

Oh, they're the school employees, but maybe I'll have better luck with you.

Care to have a go right now? Well, I, uh... Good.

Marjorie.

We'll lose at the same target.

Ready?

Gold. Mistress.

It's very distracting having people... So was that distracting. You ruined his

aim.

Oh, it's you, Steve.

You better come with me. Ah.

Always breaking windows at school, I was.

A refreshing change from the more gamey type of games, mistress.

Oh, Holly's all right. But she can be a bit of a menace.

Although we encourage a certain amount of exercise for our fitter members, we

prefer them to be mentally rather than physically overactive.

It's a question of applying algebraic principle.

Surely you mean x equals y to the power of 3 minus 10, don't you?

It is in your paper. George Bernard Shaw miscalculated phonetically.

He didn't allow for the Liverpool sound.

So you see, it's all about your etymological construction.

I mean, take a word like yogurt, for example.

I'll introduce you to Professor Spencer first. It's a Norse word, and to me the

basis of the Norse language.

Professor, this is Mr. Steed, IQ 152.

Delighted you have volunteered to give us your time, Mr. Steed.

We may well push your rating up after a few days here.

Steel is best, but by steel.

Mental agility by others.

As agile...

Oh, you're certainly a giant. The brain needs nourishment, more so when you get

to my age. Try it. I will sometime. You can feel the blood circulating like a

tide washing through caves, refreshing, rejuvenating cells.

Ah, Mrs. Beale, a new addition to the course, Mr.

Steed. Will you take care of him?

Certainly. If you come with me, Mr. Steed, there's just some additional

I need to check with you.

Just for the record, you understand, we like to keep our files up to date. So

many new members, it's always a problem.

There'll be another test paper tomorrow.

Oh dear.

Here are the answers.

Come in.

Here's your cocoa.

And if you're very good, I'll tell you a bedtime story.

I brought my own nightcap.

Even if it does corrode my grey matter. You can always try standing on your

head. You can feel the blood circulating, I know.

What did you find out at the office?

Nothing. The professor's genuine. The whole set up seems perfectly innocent.

On the face of it, any interest in crime would be purely academic.

A mating of masterminds.

Well, we still have to find the mastermind.

The best brain of all.

Well, speaking of brains, it was just as well you passed me a few of the

answers. That exam was a sweat.

Did I make a fair showing? Mm -hmm. You scored under 100.

I added 60 on.

And are you brilliant?

A genius level.

you

Good morning, Mr. Steve. Good morning, Miss Holly. You're bright and early.

Up with the lark.

Come to get limbered up.

A few modest breaths up, nothing too strenuous.

Couldn't you sleep? Like a top.

Who? Sleep of the judge.

I thought you ran a mile from this sort of thing.

No, I don't mind a spot of PT before breakfast.

You'll find some gym shoes in that cupboard over there.

Thank you very much.

What was it all about last night?

I tried to get in, but the door was locked against latecomers. What do you

what was it all about?

Don't tell me you were sleepwalking. You went with the others.

Where? You all came in here and watched a film show in the middle of the night.

Are you all right, Steve?

I never left my bed last night.

What? Good morning, everyone.

Before we start today's activities, I have an announcement to make.

As you know, usually at Ransack, we have a discussion hour between six and

seven. Tonight, we have a special event in store. Will you all please meet in

this gym at six?

Mr. Steed!

Mr. Steed, are you all right?

I nearly joined good King Harold, 1066 and all that.

That stupid gardener. We shifted the bus down this end because of the way the

wind was blowing. I told him to put back the sign.

Why didn't you go with the others?

Have you seen them?

They went off in the school minibus half an hour ago.

But we're supposed to meet in the gym at six.

Didn't you get the message they'd changed the time to half past five?

Do you know where they've gone?

I'm afraid not.

Why don't you ask Professor Spencer?

Slipped up? Did you, Mr. Steed?

Where did they go?

Leaving is taking them off to do outdoor IQ tests.

In the dark?

Sort of twilight country ramble.

I didn't attend the meeting the previous night, but they made sure I missed a

trip to the seaside. We didn't go near the seaside.

We spent the evening in a forest, walking on leaves.

You were out all night.

Hey.

Sand.

But we weren't on a beach.

We just ambled about answering questions and picking up fur cones.

Look.

This doesn't grow on trees.

An arrow.

And not the kind they gaily loose off in the school grounds.

The arrow.

The guided missile.

There's a base about 60 miles from here.

On the coast.

Major, Steed here.

Has anything been happening in your part of the world? Anything unusual?

What?

Mr. Steed.

Hold on.

Miss Holly.

I wondered if I might lure you away from pure brain work to something more

physical. More?

A walk.

Down to the river later on.

Oh, I'd be delighted.

Excuse me. An old auntie of mine, she worries about my socks.

Socks? Who's downing them?

Oh, I see.

Well, don't worry. I'll talk to you later on. Yes.

Major, get me at that again.

Last night.

I see.

from the horse's mouth, a possible successor to Polaris.

Gone. Snatched. Just like that.

How?

The people at naval security know how the thieves got out, but how they got

Look, do you mind? It's like watching a game of Pert and Dick with a penny.

A marvellous sensation.

The naval base was surrounded by an electrified wire.

Weightless, like an arsenal. The wire wasn't cut, but even if it had been,

alarms would have blasted off. Soaring up, falling down.

Ladders. They must have used long ladders. That would have blasted the

off, too.

Before you start blasting off again, last night, did the group split up? Did

any chance some of them start wandering away? I told you, it was all perfectly

simple. We went on a moonlight ramble and we all stayed together.

If anything funny had been going on, you don't think I wouldn't have known?

However, the fact remains the naval base was broken into.

Might have used a helicopter.

Someone would have heard.

That's impossible, then.

How could anyone jump over a 15 -foot -5 wire?

You know what time it is. I'm not being social, Major.

It's no good, Steed.

I've tried and tried to think, but I just can't remember. That's not why I'm

here, Dr. Campbell.

I want your advice as a psychologist.

You use hypnosis as part of your work. Frequently, but... Do you find one

particular kind of person more susceptible than another?

We are all susceptible.

It's the approach that varies, that's all. Explain that. Well, suppose...

Suppose I were to say right now I was going to hypnotize you.

You'd resist, no doubt.

You'd make difficulties.

So if I were to hypnotize you, I'd have to do it without your knowledge.

Take me off guard?

How would you do that?

There are many ways.

The easiest would be to get you to take a sedative.

Relax you. Put me to sleep, in fact.

Or wait until I was asleep.

That would be ideal.

The brain is more receptive when relaxed.

I have to get back.

The problem we are about to solve is how to steal a plane from this airfield.

The airfield is a top security establishment with armed troops, an

perimeter of barbed wire, a regular picket system.

This picket system... is broken down into four regular patrols, the first

commencing at dusk and thereafter continuing until daybreak.

Now then, may I have suggestions from the floor, please?

A fire to create a diversion.

Excellent. And if the fire were to be placed around the guard's quarters?

Good thinking.

We'll note that.

Might I make another suggestion?

By all means, Mr. Steed. Cut the water supply outside the airfield.

That would add to the general confusion.

The best idea yet, Mr. Steed.

You will all go back to bed. And in one hour, you will hear me tell you to get

up. Our meeting point will be the archery range in one hour.

Steve, the fake.

What do you mean?

He can't have been under.

I checked his room and found the radio disconnected again.

So it wasn't an accident he failed to join in the night before last.

Report instead to the gymnasium. Report to the...

Report

to the gymnasium.

Report instead...

Exercise arranged for tonight has been cancelled.

I have discovered the spy in our midst.

I refer to John Steed, who is now waiting for us to gather at the archery

So we have a new problem for our minds to grapple with. Steed must be killed in

such a way that no blame may attach to anyone.

Lieutenant Hardcastle?

Steed has a car. There's an unfenced road by the river.

It would mean rendering him unconscious first. The police might detect it.

Wouldn't it be simpler to deal with Steed where he is right now?

Carry on, Mrs. Peel.

Well, if he's in the archery range, why not get one of Miss Trent's bows and

kill him with an arrow?

First class. When he's found, it can be claimed he wandered in front of the

targets. That's an idea we can adopt without wasting any more time.

The question is, who will do it?

I've done some archery.

Let me kill Steed.

Well, Mrs. Peel?

Deed is dead.

You should have burned your colleague's note.

A bad mistake, Mrs. Peel.

Very bad.

Holly, the mastermind.

Steve, are you all right?

Yes.

Are you?

You know, it was a marvelous idea, getting all those great minds together,

applying them to the common task.

Yes, think what they might have done with my income tax return.

Still, I came out of it with something, an IQ at genius level.

You are a genius.

At cribbing.