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It's crazy!

That's the greatest opportunity we'll ever have.

What lies ahead for us, Poole?

After years of spying and skulking.

A citation from the commissariat, a two -room department in Moscow.

I don't want that.

Capitalism rubs off.

Now, I want... Brandon can lead us to him.

Now, are you with me?

Rose, I don't know.

I don't know.

We've been together a long time. I'd hate to have to sever that relationship.

Okay.

Fine.

We're a team again.

Working for ourselves this time.

And the target?

You remember the name, Bert Brandon.

And remember the face, too. The next time you see me, I'll be rich.

I'll have my own private plane again.

And how about you?

How much longer have you got?

Two days.

I'll get out at the same time as you, Brandon.

This man, Brandon, he's almost served his time. Yes, nine years for espionage.

And throughout that term, he's constantly tried to do a deal with us.

bombarded me with requests that I see him. Yes, well, it would have been quite

impossible. A minister of the crown bartering with his pie.

Yes, the fact remains that tomorrow he'll be a free man. And if he does have

evidence of something that, to quote him, would shake this government to its

foundation, then tomorrow he will be free to sell it to the highest bidder.

Steve.

Gambit spent the last few days in prison with him.

Dried his coffee.

Listened to his every nightmare.

But nothing.

Not a clue.

And we can't touch him. No.

But we can watch him.

We've lost him.

Not completely.

No,

you're a subject.

Isn't that what they always taught us, Paul?

Before they put Brandon away, he made several trips to here.

And always along this road.

West.

Brandon bought himself a blockade and a car was laid on.

He's headed west with Purdy in tow.

Know your subject.

Brandon made several trips west.

But always on route B97.

I'm travelling it now.

I'll keep in touch.

Hello?

What's the matter?

This road doesn't lead anywhere.

Ten miles further on, it's a dead end.

But if Brandon took this road... Then it was for one purpose only.

To pick up this, uh... Evidence.

Or whatever it is.

He's got to come back again.

Along this road.

And... We'll be waiting to welcome him.

But you could be wrong.

Well, I mean, even you could be wrong.

Look, suppose he just picked up the stuff and took off across country.

he did that.

Why should he?

That chick outside the prison?

He's confident. He thinks he's shaken us. But you could be wrong.

I could.

In that case, we'll run him down when he tries to sell the stuff.

What stuff?

We don't even know what we're chasing.

Evidence of somebody's indiscretion.

Isn't he always?

Aye, aye.

You killed him.

Must be in the car, then.

What do we do now? Put it all together again?

It was you who killed him.

I could have made him talk.

What now?

Yes, I'm here. Where are you?

What happened?

Nothing.

Except I seem to have lost you.

Where are you?

On a dead -end road.

About four miles from point B.

Oh, yes, I can see it on the map.

Brandon could be making a collection.

I thought exactly.

Well, you could meet him on the way back.

I'll be in touch.

Right.

You'll probably run into Purdy.

I think she's lying low

I say, need any help?

Could be a blocked carburettor.

What are you doing here, Purdy?

You should be trailing Brandon's car.

This was Brandon's car.

What?

Purdy!

Are you okay?

Bit bruised, that's all. I'm renowned for my healing hand.

It's a bit late for that gambit.

You didn't put them in a plastic bag.

I thought about it.

As my bike cartwheeled and I flew through the air and smashed my head

tree trunk, I thought about it.

And then I forgot.

They may give us a clue to where Brandon went.

Does it matter?

They took his car apart and beat us to the punch.

I think a little more, sir.

No, look.

Demolition experts.

They must have followed us here.

Now, if they'd found what they were looking for... Why, Travers?

The question is... Who are they?

So far, we've no idea.

But they know as much as we know.

We must presume so.

Unless, of course, Brandon's secret died with him.

No. Something as drastic as that had to be bound to come to light sooner or

later.

With due respect, Minister, you talk as though you knew what Brandon had to

sell. Have you got a plan of action, Steve?

Brandon picked up something from a diffused old well here.

Now, we're almost certain of that.

When he took this road here, he disappeared for over an hour.

Now, even if he was doing 60, he couldn't have got further than here.

It's far too big an area to cover.

Ah.

Well, these may help to narrow it down.

They pick up traces of arable soil.

Sand, clay, diolohide.

The latest thing in crop spraying.

They use it for orchards.

What do you

think?

I see cherry orchards, that's all.

They know something we don't know.

Maybe.

Then we follow them.

Neverton. That's right, Neverton. A small village nestling deep in the

Gambit. Hold it, hold it.

I'm back in a prison cell.

Well, sometimes I think you ought to be.

Back in a prison cell with Brandon. Something he said, something he

He mentioned Neverton.

Said he had a friend that lived nearby.

A flyer, a pilot.

A crop duster.

Diolahide.

Oh, what was that about, do you think?

I don't know.

Neverton.

Turner. Huh?

Frank Turner.

He was a friend of Brandon's. He lives right here in this village. Well, what

are we waiting for? They're ahead of us.

Not anymore.

I know where Turner lives.

They're heading the wrong way.

I've got nine plowshares ready for you, 15 cartwheels and a dozen village pumps.

Oh.

Oh.

You're not from genuine antiques, are you?

No.

Not really.

Does that fool you?

The village blacksmith turns those out. I dip them in acid to age them.

Ten minute pads, 100 years. How fascinating.

Well, 10 ,000 tourists can't be wrong.

No. It brings them a lot of pleasure and it makes me a little money. I bet.

How big?

Oh, 27 pounds, these ones.

Uh, Mr. Turner.

Is he all right? Oh, he's out the back somewhere with the other two men.

Do excuse us, will you?

What? Get in.

Quick, get in.

Right? Yeah.

Yeah, Bert came to see me yesterday.

We used to fly together, back in the old days.

So we chewed the fat a bit, talked about old times, spit a bowl together.

That's all?

Yeah, just about.

Mr. Turner, I saw your plane, or one very like it, in the air at about the

time as you and Bert were splitting a bottle.

Oh, yeah, yeah, I took him up for a spin, just for old time's sake.

Why didn't he fly himself?

We never used to fly.

Oh, he could, but, I mean, that was the partnership. He owned it, I flew it.

So you took him up?

Yeah.

And put him down?

I saw you coming in to land and you were nowhere near the airstrip.

Oh, yes.

The plug oiled up. I had to put it down for a few minutes.

Where?

Somewhere over there or over there.

I mean, it all looks alike from there.

After you'd landed, was Brandon out of your sight at any time?

No, but as I said, I was working on the engine.

Come to think of it, he did stroll off for a few minutes.

But you can't remember where?

No. As I said, it all looks alike from the end.

Those other two men took their car and went off in an awful hurry.

Do you know, I've got the feeling they weren't nice.

Are you sure you haven't seen them before?

Never. Were they looking for Bert?

One of them mentioned Bert Brandon.

I didn't say he'd been here yesterday because... Well, they really didn't seem

nice. Not like Bert.

Oh, he's a rogue and he leads my husband astray, but I like him.

Oh, he makes me laugh.

If you haven't met him, you really ought to someday. Get him to tell you... Miss

Turner.

Bert Brandon's dead.

Dead?

Frank?

Oh, no, look.

I'm sorry.

Well, who's going to tell her?

Shall I, mother?

Who, Mrs Turner?

Well, Bert's daughter, of course. Irene.

His daughter.

She disowned him. He never kept in touch with her. Oh, but he did.

Why, yesterday he gave me a package to give to her.

What?

What package?

Oh, about so big. He asked me to send it to her.

Where is it now?

On its way, I suppose.

I did as he asked. I mailed it.

Miss Brandon, you seem to be very experienced at... at flying.

That was my father.

About Brandon?

Yes.

He was crazy about flying.

It was also his life.

It was his downfall.

Or at least the beginning.

I've seen the record.

I have no doubt you have.

He seemed to have started in a rather small way by smuggling over illegal

immigrants. And ended up facing espionage charges.

And now he's dead.

And now he's dead.

Mrs. Deed.

What about me?

Am I under suspicion?

Of what?

I don't know.

But you've been here nearly an hour, and you haven't actually said anything yet.

You make me sound like a politician.

Possibly. But they can be devious too, can't they?

Can we talk more about your father?

My father.

You were close to one another. We were close to one another.

He trusted you. He trusted me.

Mr. Steed.

Look, we've been through all this before.

Just what are you doing here?

What are you waiting for?

Well, I...

This is addressed to you, your father.

Well?

Well?

What's it mean?

So you've no idea?

Not at all.

Nor if she is to be believed as his daughter.

The lab have examined every inch of the wrapping paper, even under the stamps.

Nothing. So the book must be the vital factor.

It's the tale of the big Y.

It's a dastardly plot.

What? The book. I've read it twice.

And apart from a rather explicit description of Bessie's mating habits,

Bessie... Bessie's the owner of the Golden Wheel Saloon. She's a woman of

startling proportions.

A code, do you think?

If it is, we don't have the key.

Or the evidence, whatever that is. If it ever existed.

Oh, it exists, all right.

I'm sure of that.

Brandon hid it in a disused well. He retrieved it, he went off into the wide

blue yonder and hid it again.

The question is where? Somewhere in this area.

Very helpful.

A 100 -square -mile puzzle.

And the answer is in this book.

Somewhere.

He's read that chapter twice already.

Beth is mating habits.

Very badly written.

And anatomically impossible.

Oh, I don't know.

Certainly works you up to a good appetite.

Time for dinner, isn't it, Purdy? Deet?

The answer's in the book.

And my taste buds won't be rejuvenated until I've found it.

Bon appétit.

What's he saying now?

What's he saying now?

Hello.

Bon appétit.

Before that, the answer lies in the book.

The book? Yeah.

We'll wait until it gets dark.

What's their next move, Percy?

The breakers' men, I mean. I'm famished.

They got nothing out of Turner. Where are we going? Mind you, he had nothing

give. It wasn't until afterwards he knew his wife had posted the package.

Tallium would be nice.

They followed me back once to my place.

Milanese, yes.

They might be with us now.

No, nothing.

Gambit. So where would they go?

Gambit. Yes?

Food.

I need food now.

This isn't quite what I meant.

It's one of your favourite restaurants.

They could, conceivably, be at Steed's now.

I suppose bring all your girlfriends here.

They would have seen us leave.

Did he book?

No, he's just lucky.

Therefore, they must know that Steed's alone.

Purdy?

Excuse me, I've been noticed.

We're leaving.

Oh. Too dressy, am I? Or is it because you forgot your dinner jacket?

They're on to steed.

I've come to borrow your book.

Come on give it to me.

Hand it over.

At the Nash Handle, circa 1800.

Sorry. They took the book. They took the book! But it doesn't matter.

I think I've got one somewhere.

Got what? Steed, are you all right?

You should see a phrenologist.

Of course I'm all right.

He needs a phrenologist like he needs a hole in the head.

This is a standard aviator's map.

The type that Brandon would use.

The tail of the big Y from the air.

The tail of the Y.

T -I -I -L.

From the air. Ah!

A river. A road.

They sometimes look like a Y from the air.

But there isn't one.

And I was so sure.

Wait a minute.

They had the map of the county of Surrey. S -U -R -R -E -Y.

The tale of the big Y.

Mr. Steed, throw it to me.

The tale of the big Y.

We both worked it out at the same time.

Pity.

What a beautiful day.

Bring away the bold umbrella.

Positive thinking, Gambit. Think positively.

Every breath is a guinea in the bank of health.

Have you seen my overdraft?

Think of the exercise you're getting.

Look at those rolling views.

Clean, clear air.

I'm thinking of my feet.

What fantastic luck.

You've seen a car.

Better than that.

A mixed owner with a license bar.

The blue periwinkle.

Blue what?

I never knew it grew in that kind of soil.

Think of your soul, Gamby. Think of your soul.

or anything, are you?

That's not going to do anything at all.

This is it.

Soon we get back.

First thing.

Log the discovery of the periwinkle.

Find a mixed sauna with a licensed bar.

Ernie, it's your lucky day.

I'm not nice to be near at the moment.

I thought you were going to mend that.

So did I.

Ready? Hello?

You've got something I want.

And I've got something you surely want.

You want safe and sound.

It can be arranged.

Now, just a minute. I'll do the talking. I'll fix the place, the time, the

meeting.

The exchange.

Now, listen carefully.

They're not going to like it.

Worse, they're not going to believe it.

Look, I know you're not going to believe this, but the box was empty when we dug

it up.

Even I don't believe it.

They'll kill Purdy. Over my dead body. That is extremely likely too, Steve,

they find out the box was empty.

But it wasn't.

This was in it, wasn't it?

Next ride, isn't it?

The one with the pump gun is yours.

Thanks.

Here's our part of the bargain. Now let's see yours.

Toss it over.

If you wish.

But it's very fragile.

Of course, if you don't mind it being broken... No!

Why don't I put it on neutral ground?

You walk pretty over, you pick it up.

Then you let her walk on.

How's that?

All right.

Back to where you were.

Come on.

I'm not a frog.

Now we're three.

Any minute now.

that I call an audience.

Thank you, of course, for a bottle of champagne.

I had to change his clothes.

Steve.

Hello, Harmer.

Your housekeeper left me and I said you wouldn't mind.

My housekeeper?

I haven't seen her for weeks. What is all this jocularity and champagne? That

reminds me.

Ferdy, Mike Gambit, George Harmer. How do you do?

Oh, how do you do? I would have thought a little more diligence directed towards

the job in hand would be rather more appropriate. George!

Old sport.

We have just diligently put away two killers.

Oh.

I'll get some champagne.

Not for me, thank you.

George, won't you sit down?

Oh, thanks. Aren't you a little far from home? Could the ministry function

without you?

It was the minister himself who sent me.

He's not at all satisfied with the way the thing is going, and frankly, neither

am I. Oh, I know. He found out where Brandon hid his box.

You have?

Unfortunately, the cupboard was bare.

Someone forestalled us. Someone got there first.

So? You're back where you started.

Not quite. We think we know who forced all this, don't we? We do.

We think it's an old friend of Brandon's, someone who chatted over old

got him drunk, and when he was drunk, he didn't notice the content of the boxes

had been switched.

Yes, but who?

Purdy and Gambit are going to pick him up right now, aren't you?

Frank! Frank!

What do you mean you're going away?

Just for a while. But why?

Stay fair to negotiate at a distance.

Negotiate what at a distance? Frank, will you please just tell me what is

on? Look, look, look.

Don't worry.

I'll send for you.

What on earth are you doing?

This is going to make us rich.

Gambit, you're not going to do that corny old one of putting the car in its

path.

No, not that corny old one.

This corny old one.

Not corny. That's downright dangerous.

You really should relax, Harmer, relax.

Sit down, take your coat off.

Enjoy a nice cooling glass of wine.

I can assure you the fact that you've taken your jacket off shall remain on

secret list.

They're taking their time.

Some things take time.

Come along now, park your official posterior and stop wearing a hole in the

carpet.

How about a hand of soda?

Solo, three pounds.

5 pounds.

Royal abundance, 7 pounds.

You need four for solo.

I know. I'm more or less a novice myself.

Cut the deal.

You're not going to like this.

You've got it. You've found it. We have, but to quote my friend, you're not

going to like this.

You've found it.

And this is what all the fuss was about.

Eight rather pedestrian views of Vienna.

Vienna? Vienna.

Yes, they were taken to about 200 a second at F8, I should say. And they're

even in colour.

It just doesn't make sense.

A man dead, total chaos for thee.

It just doesn't add up. You're quite right, they are.

Just views of Vienna.

Seed.

Brandon was bluffing.

He was always bluffing. Oh.

Oh, there was never any need to worry then.

I can tell the minister there was nothing to it.

We can close the file.

I'm a great believer in fine detail.

Ah, there's a great deal of fine detail in the background of this photograph.

Now, it's a pleasant cafe scene, but in the background is that

Commissar Veslavsky, Paymaster General, and he is handing over

money. And to whom?

To our old friend Harmer.

The Ministry are going to be very disappointed in this, Harmon. Only you

know.

And you three are now dead.

Yeah, but you're the nearest.

Disarm him, will you?

What I asked myself was a ministry undersecretary doing with a loaded gun.

He might hurt himself, I thought.

So, for his own safety.

I wish you two would tell me when you're going to practice this telepathy.

Telepathy? When you went in, you knew the gun wasn't loaded.

No, I trust Steve.

In that case, how about a hand of poker?

In everything but cards.