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Hmm.

Are we feeling a little better now, Mr. Gibbons?

Nurse Owen will fix up your next appointment.

Morning, Peregrine.

I'd almost given you up.

You're blocking me, Gibbons.

Resisting.

That won't do.

Can't release your tensions if you won't cooperate.

Hunger and hatred, they're for one.

Like a thaw, the threat swells up into unbearable tension.

We must relieve the tension given by the crashing.

Leave them out.

Did you bait them?

Who is it you fear give us?

Who is it you hate?

Aloysius Peregrine!

A dull man, stubborn, unimaginative, a man to loathe, to hate?

He stands in your way, doesn't he?

Subconsciously, you fear his power.

You hate him.

Hate.

Peregrine. Aloysius Peregrine.

Hate. He is the root of your problem.

Your problem, Debats.

Your problem.

Solve it.

Subconsciously, you fear his power.

Hello? Miss Tara King? Yes?

Is John Steed there?

No, Steed's not here. Can I get a message?

Hello?

The phantom caller struck again.

Tara, really?

What is all this phantom telephoning the voice in the night? Do you never tire

of it?

Teddy.

I mean, all this fun and games, this...

Cloak and dagger start with teeth. What's so special about teeth, anyway?

Teeth. Big deal.

Biggish deal.

That's excellent. That's really excellent.

I have never felt so completely dismissed by a woman before.

Well, Teddy, you rang me.

I mean, it's perfectly obvious you find me fascinating.

Delicious. Quite ludicrously attractive.

Persistent. Persistent?

Yes. Not even amiable or amusing?

Oh, yes. Amiable, amusing, pushy.

Why won't you have dinner with me tonight?

Because, um, tomorrow's Wednesday.

Don't make the day's Wednesday.

Am I glad to see you.

Is that a question or a statement?

The Honourable Teddy Joke.

What again?

Come in.

You're taking me to a show.

A horse show?

Opera? Ballet.

Well, we'd better hurry or we're not going to miss the curtain.

Teddy. We are always bumping into one another.

Aren't we?

Extraordinary.

And always here.

You want to kill him?

To be rid of him.

Well, you can, you must.

The taboos.

The restrictions of society prevent you.

But there are no restrictions here.

No taboos.

You going on somewhere?

I had hoped to.

Well, off to the ballet. Mustn't miss the interval.

Excuse me.

Hello? Is John Steve there?

Yes, just a minute.

Is that woman again?

What woman?

She rang earlier. Wants to speak to you. It's a phantom call. It happens all the

time before arrival.

Hello? John Steed?

Yes? Listen carefully.

Apartment 9, Parkview Towers.

Who is that?

Apartment 9.

Aloysius Peregrine lives there.

He's in great danger.

Hello? Hello?

Who was it? I don't know.

But have you ever heard of an Aloysius Peregrine?

No. Well, apparently he's in...

Great danger.

I'd better go and find out. Have fun, Teddy. Then you won't be keeping your

after all.

Where he goeth, I go.

Yes.

You are going to live out your fantasy.

You are going to kill Peregrine.

How? How will you go about it?

Night. It would be at night.

He lives alone.

I drive out there.

At the back there's a pirate gate.

It leads right up to his apartment.

It's a dream.

It's all a dream.

It's a... It's a... It's a dream.

It's a dream.

It's a...

Wait here.

Aloysius Peregrine, Vice President Acme Precision Combine Limited.

Yeah, a chap who calls Paul Gibbons, also of Acme Precision. Gibbons?

Look, dear Gibbons, much as I admire your attack, I find your recent

for improvements within the company childish, immature, and totally without

merit, etc., etc.

Could be a motive of thought.

Of thought. But what I can't understand is that somebody knew this was going to

happen. Somebody phoned me. But why me?

I didn't know Peregrine. I didn't know Gibbons. I never even heard of Acme

Precision Combine.

Hello? Frank Tobias?

This is John Steed.

You've heard what's happened.

Yes, I would like to search Gibbons' office.

Will you meet me there?

Good.

You'd be like me for this.

Combine with one Frank Tobias.

What exactly are you looking for?

I won't know till I find it.

Still rummaging around in the dark.

Go on about Peregrine and Gibbons.

Dreadful business, dreadful.

Well, there's not much I can add, really.

Fellow director, working together about five years now.

I respected both of them, though they were poles apart.

In what way?

Well, Peregrine was the cautious type.

Gibbons, on the other hand, was the go -getter, progressive.

So they were often in conflict.

Often. I had to drag them apart sometimes.

But the idea that Gibbons would resort to murder... This is no idea, Mr.

It's a fact.

It's funny.

There's everything one would expect in this office, in the office of a busy

young executive, except for one thing.

No desk diary.

A diary?

No diary.

Well, perhaps he had a marvellous memory.

Perhaps. It strikes me as odd.

Gibbons must have had a diary.

So seriously suspecting. As we usually do.

That someone has nefariously spirited it away.

Pinched it.

Teddy.

Yes. But why?

Look at that diary you've contained.

There must be details of lunch dates, board meetings.

Illicit rendezvous.

Ooh, but with whom?

I'd like to destroy him.

Erase him.

Kill him.

That's really excellent, Mr. Slater.

Hill, Detroit, and Erase. I particularly like Erase.

It's excellent first class.

Winthrop.

Henry Winthrop.

Immensely therapeutic.

Look at him, a fool. A buffoon.

A dummy of a man.

killing of Henry Winthrop.

You'd like that, wouldn't you, Slater? You'd like to kill him again?

Of course you would.

To kill Henry Winthrop.

That would be fun.

A buffoon.

A dummy of a man.

But you work together.

Sit on the same board.

Fool.

Dummy.

But yet more than that.

No. But he is.

You told me.

He could become chairman.

You're frightened of him, Slater?

No. But you are.

Frightened. Envy.

That is why you hate him.

Fear.

Slater?

Fear.

Frightened.

I think we're going to break through.

That is why you killed him over and over again here in this room. Erased him.

And now you must do it again.

Totally.

Finally.

And how will you do it?

Tell me.

How?

Hello? Is John Steve there?

Yes, just a minute.

Listen on.

Yes? Henry Winthrop.

Look, wait a moment. He lives at the Lodge Meadows Green.

He's in danger.

It wouldn't be too difficult.

Winthrop lives alone.

Isolated.

I'd park the car where it wouldn't be seen.

Make my way to the back of the house?

He wouldn't hear me.

He spends most of his time in that dark room of his.

What on earth do you think you're doing?

Come on, Slater, come on.

I never had such downfall nonsense in all my life.

Your theory is suggesting... His theory?

Deadly theory.

We had a similar call last night, a man named Peregrine.

Peregrine?

What, Aloysius Peregrine?

You know him?

Of course.

Sit on the same board together, for acme precision.

Winthrop lives alone.

I'd park the car where it wouldn't be seen.

This is terrible news.

Terrible. I'm surprised you didn't know.

Well, I hardly answer that thing when I'm working.

It's terrible.

You can see why we burst in. Oh, yes.

Yes, of course.

Still...

Looks like a false alarm, eh?

Yes. Anyway, I'm quite capable of looking after myself.

Quite capable.

Thank you for your concern.

Are you sure you don't want us to stay with you? Oh, quite sure.

I was wondering who it might be.

Well, you said a woman made the call. I was thinking of the potential murderer.

I'm a business man, Mr Steen.

I've had my squabbles.

Inevitable, even within my own company.

But a purger.

Folk alone.

Folk.

Odd.

Over there, a man. He just went behind the house.

I feel much better.

Slater?

Slater?

Not much more I can do with him here. We have to get him back to observation.

You might come along.

Taro, it occurs to me that he may have kept a diary.

Good point.

He works in the optic section at Acme Precision. Take my car.

Right.

Okay.

Thank you.

That's it.

All the loose ends tied up.

Not quite.

There's still Slater.

With all that drug the doc pumped into him, he'll be in shock for weeks.

Possibly, possibly not.

But if they start working on him, there's still Slater.

And then there's Tobias.

How is he?

You a relative?

We work together.

Dr. Reese, Frank Tobias.

On the board of Acme Precision.

Slater and Winthrop.

Same pattern as before.

Precision, that is his line. Optics, cameras, things like that.

Clever chap.

Do you want to... Slater.

Slater, old chap, it's me, Tobias.

Slater.

You're not in my dream.

Go away.

You've been like this since we brought him in.

Can't do anything for him?

Oh, I didn't say that.

New drugs.

Shaggy might have his shock.

I don't do a lot of new drugs.

But how long?

A matter of days, perhaps.

Hours, even. It depends.

New drugs, you mean?

Peregrine, Gibbons, Winthrop.

That's later.

I'm not a mathematical wizard.

I know.

I thought of that.

The ball consisted of five men.

That's it.

I brought you some flowers, darling.

You shouldn't have jumped me like that.

Obviously. Well, you surprised me.

The feeling is definitely mutual.

I intended surprising you in a friendly way.

Little note there.

Well, you certainly are different.

From what?

I mean, it was some trick.

No trick. Training.

Training?

Absolute fluke. Right.

I've been prepared.

It wouldn't have done you any good.

You care to bet on it?

Dinner with me tonight if you lose.

You're on.

Let's see. This is the way it happens. You're behind me.

That's right. An arm over there.

Right. Then I put my elbow back into your stomach. Wait a minute.

That'll never work.

Scared, eh? No, no, no.

Just kidding. I still thought about it. Right.

Then I went back, showed under, and threw.

And again.

Oh,

Teddy.

You killed a man.

No. Yes, you did.

Murder.

Cold -blooded murder.

No. Yes.

His name was Winthrop.

Henry Winthrop.

A nightmare.

Jaeger said it was a nightmare. Stabbed him to death.

Who's Jaeger?

A dream.

I dreamed it.

Jaeger said I dreamed it. A reality, Slater.

No, no. A nasty reality.

No, a dream. Because Jaeger said I dreamed it.

No, Jaeger said... Jaeger!

Jaeger said it was a dream.

Dr. Yeager said it was a dream. Dr. Yeager sent me. He's waiting to see you.

Time to wake up now, Slater.

Just one more session. Then you're free.

Then you can wake up.

Just one more session.

Teddy?

Someone. It was a mistake.

I'm terribly sorry.

Just a misunderstanding.

Was it indeed?

No, really.

I misread the circumstances.

Of course you did. Dashing into the rescue of the maidens in distress. Where

you leave your armour? Outside?

I put some beefsteak on that eye, if I were you. Thank you, Doctor.

Excuse me.

Hello? Yes?

What?

When?

How long will you be there?

Give me an hour.

Slater's escaped.

Where, when, which, why, how?

Where he goeth.

You're getting the message. Dinner.

Called off on account of, um, what? On account of Steed.

Steed. I was just phoning you.

Turned my back on him for a few moments and he... He must have crept up on me.

Funny.

I didn't think he was dangerous.

He's killed a man. You didn't think he was dangerous?

No luck. Tobias isn't home. Tobias?

You think Slater might... The Acme Precision Board is down to one, Tobias.

Oughtn't he to be warned that Slater's on the loose?

Shh.

Why did you phone me?

Me? You said you tried to call me. Why?

Oh, Slater mentioned a name.

New drugs, you know.

Jabbed him with this experimental dose.

Jaeger, I think.

Yes. That's it, Jaeger.

Hello?

Who?

Oh, yes, as a matter of fact, he is for you as a woman. She didn't give her

name. Hello?

Tobias. Where is he?

Slater's office.

He's in danger.

Hello? Hello?

Slater?

I had to do it.

Gun.

They came at me with a gun for no reason.

And then there was one.

Witnesses. Hmm?

Us. Eh?

You and I, this whole affair.

You're being a bit epigrammatic today.

We're being used.

Us? Yes.

How? Oh, now you've got me at it.

We're being used as unimpeachable witnesses.

Are you unimpeachable? Well, that is beside the point. Now, someone I don't

who sets up a murder. We don't know how.

Make sure that we're on the spot in time to witness it. Just in time.

Two directors of the Atomic Precision Board are gone in one foul swoop. Accent

on the foul.

The one dead, the other his murderer.

Except for Tobias, they slipped up there. Well, it's a clear case of self

-defense.

I knew it!

Eh?

18 Marlin Street.

Oh, listen, do you remember I told you I lost a man I was following in Marlin

Street? Well, at number 18 lives one Dr.

Yeager.

Diego.

Consultant in psychological disorders.

Aggressor therapist.

Ten out of ten?

That's twelve out of ten. I think it's time I consulted my aggressor therapist.

Oh!

Come in.

Yes, can I help you?

My name is Steed. John Steed.

Is Dr. Yeager in? Dr.

Yeager sees no one without an appointment. I'd like to make an

I'll check.

The nice voice you have, soothing.

I bet you've got a nice telephone man or two.

That's very important in a receptionist, isn't it? You coo at the customers in

honeymilk tones.

Dr. Yeager is fully booked for the next month.

Oh, but surely he can fit me in. I'm afraid he's fully booked.

Perhaps he's not aware of the urgency of my case.

I keep thinking I'm a horse.

Must be something to do with my name.

Well, it distresses my friends terribly. I'm given to cantering across the quiet

room of my club.

Dr. Yeager doesn't undertake those kind of cures.

Well, I don't want to be cured.

But do you know anyone who'd like to buy seven tons of hay?

Highly amusing.

Oh, yes.

Highly amusing.

Mr... Deed. This is Mr. John's deed.

So?

I've already told Mr.

Steve that you're fully booked, Doctor.

Nonsense. I'm afraid at that moment, and for a short while, you understand.

And it looks like an interesting case.

So, you think you're a horse, eh?

Oh, not often.

But round about Derby Day, I do get a slight twinge in my fetlock.

Yes.

Sit down.

Relax.

Smoke if you like.

No, thank you. I'm a healthy horse.

And now the truth of your visit.

I looked you up. You're not in the medical directory.

Conclusion?

The doctor itself inflicted. Wrong!

I am a doctor of law. But you dabble in psychology.

You used the word dabble.

Oh, God.

Like an offensive weapon. That is not true.

If you're trying to say that I am an unqualified quack, then technically,

legally, I would have to agree with you.

To suggest that I dabble.

That is quite untrue.

I am ahead of my time.

A pioneer of my psychological techniques.

Square one.

That's why I'm here. I want to learn more about your techniques.

Your eyes are skeptical.

I keep them half closed.

You're an entertaining fellow.

It was the law, dealing with criminals, that offered me the key.

Your ancestors are killers, hunters of men.

I had a great aunt on my mother's side, ruthless with a knitting needle.

I'm talking of a million years ago.

A mere... in evolutionary terms.

Timeful, man.

Oh, him.

He still lurks in us all, Mr. Steed.

His appetite, his instincts. But modern society inhibits them.

I channel.

I release these inhibitions.

You mean Gibbons and Slater?

You know them?

Naturally.

Both were patients of mine. You admit it. Why not?

You know they both committed murder.

Yes, I read the papers, Mr. Spade.

Tragic. Tragic.

And yet, in a way, a kind of triumph.

Both carried out my instructions explicitly.

Your instructions?

But, of course, I coached them. I directed them. I taught them to kill

brilliantly.

Unfortunately, they came to me too late, too late.

What might they have achieved had they come to me a week, a month earlier?

What might they have achieved?

More murders?

You misunderstand.

Fantasy, I'm talking of killing in fantasy. That is my technique.

I seek out a man's.

Secret enemy and allow him to kill that enemy here in this room many times. A

catharsis, a release of all repressions and hatreds. A man lives out his dream,

his wildest dream.

Harmlessly? I'd argue the word harmlessly.

Gibbons and Slater came to me too late.

What's the panic?

Steed, in with the doctor now.

How come?

That's what I want to know.

I cleared the diaries, didn't I?

Is that girl with him?

The girl, Tara King?

He's alone.

Why is the girl so important?

Dices.

Because she saw me, that's why. Saw you?

When I collected Plato's diary, she was there. And you didn't tell me?

It didn't seem important then.

We were clear then.

Fool!

Deal with the girl.

Now.

Right.

But steed this close.

When we picked him as an ideal witness, I didn't think.

I never thought he'd get this close.

I shouldn't worry about it.

I researched him, remember?

With a doctor's technique and someone who hates him enough.

It has been a great pleasure meeting you, Mr. Steed. Great pleasure.

Perhaps we'll have another chat sometime.

I'm sure we will.

Janet.

Is there someone who hates Steed?

Hates him right down to his finest English hide handmade shoes.

Janet. Oh, no.

Nice to see you. Look, I just came round to apologise and say how stupid I

was. What came over me, I don't know. It's all right.

Well, yes, I will come in. I'd love a cup of tea. I didn't ask you in for a

of tea.

No.

You're not entertaining, are you? No.

St George's. No.

Well, how smashing you look today. That's fire's green, isn't it? Yes, it

Now, Teddy, you're very sweet.

Oh, good.

But not now. I've work to do.

For Steed, I suppose?

Yes. For Steed!

Oh, for you.

For Steed, indeed.

We're in luck.

Chilcot.

Two birds with one stone.

Hello, Georgie. Tara.

How are you?

Listen, are you still in the medical profession?

Well, I'm trying to get some information on a man called Dr. Yeager.

Ever heard of him?

Okay, thanks.

No.

No.

Not what I last heard.

Yeah. Who else might know?

Gregory. Okay, you go get Gregory.

Georgie? He's not there. Can you have him ring me when he gets back?

Super. Bye -bye.

Thank you.

I'm not a doctor of medicine, you understand?

But you're just suffering from a mild shock.

That I'm sure of.

Can you remember what happened?

No, no, I can't.

It's a car, I think.

That's right.

A car.

Luckily, it happened near here.

It was near here, was it?

Must have stepped off without looking.

Oh, without thinking.

He was talking about a man and a girl.

All very mixed up.

Uh -huh.

So we have a problem, eh?

A problem with a girl?

Well, that's not so unusual.

It seemed to be the man who was disturbing him.

The girl's father, perhaps.

Or a rival.

Look. You've both been very kind. You are in no condition to leave here.

Besides, I think we've struck a nerve, eh?

A rival?

Someone who occupies your mind so much that you step out in front of a guard?

I really don't want to take him anymore. On the contrary, you should.

If you have such a problem.

You see, I can help you.

I want to help you.

You want to help me?

How can you help me?

Trust me.

Tell me.

There is a rival?

Yes.

His name?

Steve.

John Thede.

Do you feel better now, Chilcote?

Yes.

You feel a little better?

We will go through it again and again until John did it well and truly then.

Who is it you hate?

See. Who is it you hate?

See. Who is it you hate?

See. Why?

He's smug.

He turns in the way. How do we get rid of him?

Chill cut.

Chill cut.

How do we get deed out of your way?

Who? Steed.

We kill Steed.

And how do we kill him?

Chilcot's ready and I've edited the tape.

I've never conditioned anyone this far before, but he's ready.

Dyson isn't back yet. He went out after the girl. Never mind Dyson.

We'll manage without him.

It's Steed we have to worry about.

Same as before?

The same.

You go to Steve's apartment.

That is where you will kill him.

Yes.

There is a fire escape.

You break in that way.

You move to the window.

And conceal yourself behind the curtains.

Yes.

And how will you kill him?

to steed the pot.

That is why you will kill him.

He's ready.

Wakey, wakey.

Now then, Chilcot, kill him again.

Do you the world a good?

Stands in your way, doesn't he? You hate him.

Who is it you fear?

Who is it you hate?

Feed. And how do we kill him?

Feed's a partner.

Don't go kill him.

That's where I can kill him.

This is the last time, Frank.

Yes.

And then what?

Whatever you want.

I've got a clear run in acne position now.

Whatever you want.

I'd better keep an eye on friend Chilkins.

Very touching.

You shall, after all, Cinderella, go to the ball.

That's lovely.

There's only one problem.

What are we going to tell Teddy?

It's weighed heavily on my mind for years.

I feel I have to tell someone, Tara.

Well, if you feel you must.

It all started way back in my childhood.

It's tortured me ever since.

Well, go on. You can trust me.

Well, when I was... So high.

So high.

I used to creep up to my father's study every night.

I used to reach into the liquor cabinet and help myself to a very large glass.

Of what?

Soda water.

Soda water? Well, I'd much preferred lemonade, but the old man said that it

would ruin my palate. I felt terribly deprived.

That explains it. What?

Your fondness for... Oh, no, no. This is for a completely different motive.

Oh. No, the insatiable craving, the perpetual desire, the uncontrollable

lay my hands on a bottle of champagne. That's a very, very different reason.

Dare I ask?

Because I happen to like it.

Problem solved?

Problem solved