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Don't tell me.

He's a psychiatrist.

Harold Long, consultant with the Psychological Warfare Department. Read

Oh, I've read it. Nothing remarkable about chicken running. Except when

practiced by a 60 -year -old general.

General Woody Groves, next in line for the chief of the general staff.

Chicken running?

Then there's dear old Admiral Jackson. He decided to cross the Atlantic in a

Force 8 gale in a canoe.

Any others?

Six. Well, seven, actually.

Oh, Mrs. Peel, this is Dr. Harold Long, Mrs. Emma Peel. How do you do? How do

you do?

Who is it this time?

Lamble. Gordon Lamble, head of the chemical warfare establishment.

And what was he up to?

Well, he was trying to climb the side of St.

Paul's when he fell.

Is he dead?

No, no, just bruises, abrasions, slight internal injuries.

Has he regained consciousness?

No.

Do you mind if Mrs. Peel stays here? Not at all. Glad to have you aboard.

What are you going to be up to?

Rejoining the colors.

This

was

General Grove's study, sir. Did you know the general?

Oh, yes, sir. Everybody in the battalion knew him. He was that sort of officer.

You'd do anything for him.

Morning. Mr. Steve from the War Office, sir. Major Robertson.

Very good, Senator.

Sir.

Come to cause trouble? To prevent it, I hope.

If there's one thing I can't take, it's a good man's name being dragged through

the dirt.

Had you known General Groves long?

Since I was a cadet at Sandhurst.

I've served under every general you've heard of, and a few you haven't.

Not one was his equal.

You might be biased.

Of course I'm biased.

He had the humanity of Caesar, tenacity of Wellington, and

the brilliance of Napoleon. Good company.

The best.

Then why did he do chicken run?

Hmm? The motorbike.

I don't know.

I honestly don't know.

Um, part -time phrenologist.

You can always tell a military head.

Fully chained.

Ah. Chicken runs are for thrill -starved teenagers, not for men with a chest

full of battle on us.

He's a man of action, Steve. Frightened him to sit around.

Couldn't adjust to admin.

Exactly.

Rubber stamping.

That wasn't for him.

He's a soldier, not a clerk.

You admired him.

Oh, yes.

I admired him.

Well, I'll get back to London and pour oil on the war office waters.

Thank you.

War wound?

Twisted it on the assault course.

Goodbye,

Major. Goodbye, Steve.

All right, come on out. I've got you cornered.

You're surrounded.

Can't you see that?

Throw out your arms. Come out with your hands up. This is your last chance.

How's it going? Can we flush them out?

It's a thing, sir. I think they're about ready to pull up sticks.

We usually try and get as close as possible to old Buckethead.

Great shooting, sir.

As a cricketer, I bowled a trifle more to the leg.

Well, that's the end of old Buckethead.

Tell me, how long did General Groves own a motorbike?

He didn't.

Borrowed it from one of the junior officers.

Odd thing to do.

Very. Well, you don't sound surprised.

Well, he did odd things.

For instance?

Well, one morning he swam Kenton Reservoir in full battle kit. At his

he was very fit. Stanhope!

Stanhope!

I hate to cramp your social life, Stanhope, but you're wanted in the range

Company at 1100. Very good, sir.

Hope he was some help. Yes, extremely helpful.

Nothing like a grenade at close quarters.

No, nothing.

Don't set too much store by what Stanhope says.

He's a father figure. They hung on his every word.

Thanks for the warning.

Mercury, I have an assignment for you from Apollo.

Dangerous one?

Dangerous. Very?

Very dangerous.

How dangerous? Tell me.

Life and death.

Well, what is it? Gordon Lambeau.

He's turned chicken.

He has to be eliminated.

You're not turning chicken, too, are you, Major?

Right. Seven -second fuse.

And I say three.

One.

Two.

Three.

Lambert, he said.

When?

As soon as possible.

Tonight?

Together we will apply our minds and come up with a solution.

Now, let me recapitulate.

You first became aware of the problem when you saw Lamble standing on a window

ledge. Yes. You were puzzled, upset.

There was incipient anxiety.

But you made no move to assist him. You were afraid a sudden movement would push

him over the edge.

Yes. That was perfectly normal behaviour.

The most intelligent course was the last.

According to Long, he's in a similar state to shell shock.

Uncontrolled, excitory... This is a very comfortable position.

The white feather.

Thank you.

I'm looking for Wing Commander Watson.

I'm afraid you're out of luck, old boy.

That's him up there.

got so far?

Two black roses, three corpses, four white feathers, and a partridge and a

tree. And in each case, the pattern's identical.

Three respected gentlemen.

No psychological quirk. Not that we know of.

Yet each of them is dicing with death.

Like irresponsible beatnik.

Robertson said he turned his ankle on the assault course.

So? There is no assault course.

I'm looking forward to meeting this major.

How do I play it? Show him your... Show him your bumps.

Hmm? He's a part -time phrenologist.

Oh.

Yes?

Major Robertson? Yes?

I'm Mrs Emma Peel from Williston Ferguson.

Auctioneer, valuer... Specialist in probate. Oh, yes, do come in. I was told

expect you.

Forgive me.

Frankly, I was expecting a dusty old man leaning heavily on an old stick.

I hope you're not disappointed.

On the contrary.

Well, what do you think?

I think we could dispose of all this for you.

For the family, not for me.

If I had my way, I'd leave it all intact.

The way he always had it.

Does that interest you?

False of habit.

It's a hobby of mine, phrenology.

You are full of surprises.

And how do you rate Napoleon?

Alpha, alpha... Minus.

I dabble in phrenology myself.

I'm right, aren't I? Alpha, alpha, minus.

In my estimation.

Poor old Bernie wasn't up to the standard of Alexander the Great.

Or Caesar.

Or Washington or Hannibal.

You know, Major, all things military hold a fascination for me.

May I ask why?

The whole concept of life.

Sense of challenge.

Change of scene.

Adventure.

Excitement. Danger.

Danger?

Now I'm forgetting my manners.

May I, um...

Off you drink.

Thank you.

Adventure, excitement, partly trespass.

There are very few wars nowadays.

They're rapidly becoming push -button affairs.

No, your concept of military life is changing, Mrs. Beale. I would have said

progressing.

Come now, Major, I won't admit that the military man is defunct. Ah, that's

exactly what he is becoming.

Defunct, obsolete, a dodo.

Oh, it's...

Easier for the younger men, of course.

They have no idea.

But I have, you see.

I tasted the real army life.

It was, as you said.

No idea what it does to a man. A feeling of something about to happen.

And all with the danger of it all, you've no idea what that does.

Living with danger as your companion.

Travelling with it in your knapsack.

Restricted information.

You really ought to visit the regimental museum while you're here, Mrs. Peel,

just across the square.

I'll join you there in a few moments.

Thank you.

See you later.

Yes, indeed.

Mercury, look, I've found the papers.

No, there's nothing more to connect Groves with the organisation.

Don't worry, I'm destroying them now.

But what about this danger kick?

I mean, scaling some paws, chicken running. Oh.

It wasn't though they had to prove anything.

They were wing commanders, generals.

Nevertheless, each of them was seeking his own private nirvana.

What our Zen friends would call Satori.

Like drug addiction?

Yes. Except there was no trace of drugs found in the bodies.

Quite. Some self -destructive society.

Death Wish Incorporated.

But what about these shapes? Now, how do they fit in?

Neurotic reactions.

Like soldiers suffering from battle fatigue.

Oh.

Long hair.

Here, for you.

Hello?

Look,

you'll have to speak up.

Mr. Seed, stand up here.

I've got to see you. Well...

It must be tonight.

Look, I've found something you ought to have.

Oh, I see. Well, you name the place.

You remember the Grenade Bay?

Yes. What time?

2130 hours.

All right, stand up. I'll be there.

Progress?

Possibly. I'll let you know after the night.

Mr. Thede.

Mr. Thede.

Stand up here.

I'm over in the Grenade Bay.

Manton House.

Open to the public May to October, every day except Wednesday.

Manton.

Manton? A military museum, birthplace of Colonel Jolyon Adams.

Fell off his horse at the King's Parade, never regained consciousness.

He died at the Battle of Saratoga.

Oh, really?

What's your next move?

The curator of the museum is a Colonel Adams, OBE.

Probably full of pepper and memories of the Khyber Pass. I think I'll have a

word with the old boy.

How did you get on with Robertson?

I struck a nerve.

But curious, when we got on to the subject of danger, he reacted very

positively.

He also reacted to me in the nicest manner.

Oh. Charming gesture. Please note, chocolate.

You haven't opened them yet.

No, why?

Don't.

Give them to me.

Stand back.

Found anything?

I don't, sir.

What? I've seen them before.

What is it? A booby trap?

Whatever you do, don't touch the wrapped ones.

Why not?

Because I like them.

It was afterwards discovered that 9 ,000 British had kept 40 ,000 Russians at

bay.

This battle became known as the Soldier's Battle.

Inkerman? Correct.

General Forsythe Adams.

1841, 1909.

Spying cop?

Correct.

General Sir Archibald Adams.

1917, killed on the Somme. Never could keep his head down.

And you're the last of the line.

Correct. And I know what you're thinking.

Last press of the grapes and all that. Not at all.

Women can also serve, Mr. Steed, besides standing and waiting. Women should

never be kept waiting and as for letting them stand.

You're mocking me.

I don't either.

Colonel, if you don't mind.

That is extremely interesting.

Ah, that's the Adams family crest.

Granted by special charter in 1803.

The black rose rampant. And the white feather?

Cushion, of course.

Of course.

The black rose of courage.

That's the way Colonel Holmes Adams described it.

You remember him? He's up in the Waterloo room.

The one with the moustache and the rather vivid complexion.

Marvellous library.

Finest private collection extant.

Really? Any young officer wants to polish up his buttons, he's welcome to

here. They use the place as a sort of club, dropping in at all hours.

A bit boisterous, some of them.

Dare you know what young officers are like.

Dear fellows, all of them.

Autographs in this book alone must be worth a fortune.

U .S. Army.

Ah.

Of course, that was before he became president.

He was here just before he joined the 8th Army.

There's one of his old berries up in the aluminum room.

So you knew General Groves. Would he?

Of course.

Charmer.

Bring the birds down off the trees, that man.

Tragic ending.

Generous to a fault.

Really? He spent hours here helping young officers with their problems.

Most generous man.

Surprising him using a motorcycle.

Not a bit.

Wouldn't ask anybody to do something he couldn't do himself.

Telephone, Colonel.

No bother.

Will you excuse me?

Of course.

Look after him, Mr. Teed.

Yes, sir.

You're early.

Thank goodness. I thought I'd come to the wrong place.

You're from the northern chap, Tom. That's right.

Peters. John Steed.

Does Colonel Adams know about her? No.

She lives in a dream world.

She's recreating the Indian mutiny.

In the potting shed.

Now, come along.

Imagine you would like to see the inner temple.

How are things up north?

Pretty hectic.

You weren't in on that Liverpool job.

Unfortunately not.

No. I'd love to know how you got away with it.

So would I.

You can say that again.

I may have to.

Black Rose Chamber.

Six Faces of Courage.

I recognize him.

Pegasus.

He was killed in an air crash.

Oh, yes.

I read about it.

Quite a few casualties.

So have you.

True. Just a comment, nothing more.

The Book of Valor.

Citation of deeds of exceptional courage.

Possumously.

Well, the others will be arriving soon.

Possumously. Big night tonight.

Possum, really.

Apollo's coming.

Good.

Oh, by the way.

Your name.

What about it?

What about... What is it?

Steve, I told you.

Your society name.

Hadn't we better wait till the others arrive, Apollo and company?

I don't see why.

All right.

Back us.

Tilt yourself to any of this, old man.

In the time you took a break, you've been at it most of the day.

I just finished this top line.

Thanks for the chocolates, by the way. They were delicious.

Are you going to be busy later on?

What do you have in mind?

Were you serious the other afternoon?

What about?

We were talking about the spice going out of living.

The lack of danger in everyday life, I thought.

You seem to agree with me.

There's too much emphasis on safety.

Security from cradle to graveside.

Safety strap, safety matches.

Valves, precautions, guards, regulations. It's like always driving in

gear. That's it. That's exactly it. Life should be landscaped with danger.

Man used to live by the strength of his arm. And the sharpness of his sword. Now

it's all he can do to lift a mug of beer to his mouth. He's dead.

Dehydrated. Sterile.

Frightened. Tasteless.

Atrophied. Nine to five, rushing home to his window box. Wrestling with a

crossword. Keeping up with a Jones. Paying the next installment.

Life for living.

For living.

We'll go right away.

Where? A place you'll find very interesting.

Good afternoon, gentlemen.

I'd like to introduce Mrs. Peel, a possible new recruit.

How do you do?

Make a night, Diana, don't you think? For a palatophene. What is it? Are you

casting for a show or something?

A little society we run.

Steve?

Major.

Why didn't you mention it?

Why didn't you?

Never occurred to me. You've no idea the wangling to get that Groves assignment.

Good thing you did.

Oh, I'm sorry, my dear. This is Mr.

Steege of the War Office, Mrs. Peel.

She's cataloguing the Groves collection.

And you thought you might make her a member?

Why not? An Amazon chapter?

I think Apollo would like the idea.

Could be.

Steed, I haven't told Mrs. Peel much about the Danger Makers. Perhaps you'd

her in the picture?

Certainly.

On second thought, she's your protege.

Why don't you initiate her?

Yes. Yes, suit me.

Well,

the Danger Breakers, that's the name of the society.

Its aims are to put some of the spice back into life.

Reawaken that jaded palette we were talking about.

We recruit new members very carefully.

The Black Rose, that's the emblem of full membership.

As you can see, a collection of our finest flowers.

If I sit down a moment, this wet weather gets my leg. How does one get one's

rose?

A series of tests.

The labours of Hercules, we call them.

They're psychologically devised and they get progressively more difficult.

And if one fails?

One doesn't even mention the word.

Quite right.

May I ask one more question?

Certainly.

You're a soldier.

Can't you find enough danger in that capacity?

Oh, you'd think so.

But today, Mrs Peel, there just isn't enough war to go round.

And once you've tasted danger, you're hooked. You need it, just as you need

food.

They promised me Korea.

What happened?

I was sent to shape in Paris.

Cyprus? Oh, definitely I could go to Cyprus.

Attached to the British Embassy in Washington.

Malaya? The jungle.

Bandits.

Three years at the Tower of London.

Hence, the danger makers.

And so, Mrs. Peel, do you still care to join us?

Yes. You realize that once you have begun, there's no turning back.

I understand.

Good.

I'll arrange to have you initiated, then.

If you'll excuse me a moment.

Clearer? Much.

A bunch of schizoid, paranoid psychopaths. And incidentally dangerous.

The problem is, who is Apollo?

The commander -in -chief.

Apollo is his nom de guerre.

And yours?

Bacchus. And I guess it seemed appropriate.

Mrs. Peel, we're ready. Are you coming, Steve? I'd like to stay and finish this

excellent brandy.

And inspect the premises.

Good luck, Mrs. Peel.

Pump him.

Good evening, Mr. Bacchus.

This is the initial test, Mrs. Peel. A test of concentration and steady nerves.

You walk along the seesaws, passing the loops along the cables without touching

either of them.

Simple, really.

Childishly simple.

Well, that will depend on the mechanism here.

My friend Albert will demonstrate.

These cables are electrified.

I'm switching on the mechanism now.

If you touch them while the pointer is in the white zone, a bell will ring.

But if you touch them when it's in black...

Now,

the length of the room on the thetals.

Please tell me when you're ready.

You'll kill her before she starts.

Do sit down.

5 ,000 volts.

That would have ruined our concentration.

Wonderful. That was absolutely first class. Well done, Mrs. Peel.

Congratulations. Apollo.

And you too, Mr. Steed.

Welcome to the Danger Makers.

Hmm. You've done very well.

Thank you.

Tell me, what put you on to Manson?

Stand -up.

Ah, yes.

Poor Stanhope.

What do you think of my little set -up?

Very impressive.

It was almost accidental, you know. It was when I was treating cases of combat

fatigue during the war.

I found that a small percentage of them, perhaps one in a hundred, suffered

mental regression because he actually missed the shock of war.

Grown used to it, you see.

Conditioned to danger.

I bet that set you thinking.

Oh, yes.

I began wondering about all those men who actually enjoyed their various wars.

All that potential energy.

Destructive energy.

One could harness it.

Direct it.

I think I've done it, you know.

Those men upstairs, I taught them to need danger.

To crave it. Like drug addicts? Yes.

You could call it an addiction to danger.

And just as the drug addict needs larger and stronger doses to satisfy his

craving... Your men need more and more danger.

Exactly.

Oh, but chicken running, climbing St.

Paul's.

Barely, it's not enough.

Now, the biggest danger of all awaits them.

The biggest prize awaits me.

For centuries, men have dreamed of breaking into the tower and stealing the

crown.

Yes, there have always been too many pitfalls, haven't there?

Too many dangers. Do you follow me?

Now, for my little band, the dangers will act as the spur.

They will face death.

Some of them will certainly die, but that will not matter.

may make it the sweeter.

And when's this coup due to happen?

Tomorrow.

I issue final instructions.

Tonight.

It will be the crime of the century.

But of course, you will not be around to read about it, will you?

What a pity.

Bye, Mr. Steve.

Do you want something?

I will kill you.

Don't make too much noise about it, will you?

I said I've got to kill you. My goodness me.

British tin down another point.

Stand up.

Why? Because I'm going to kill you.

I'm far more comfortable sitting down.

Stand up.

I said stand up.

Major, your hand isn't shaking at all.

It's as steady as a rock.

Look, where's the danger in this? I'm handcuffed. You've got a gun. There's

danger in, well, in stamp collecting.

Now, if we both had an equal chance, either side of that table, the gun in

middle, I could see the point in that.

Your chair over there.

Sit down.

I shall count up to three when I say three.

One.

Sorry, Major, I never did believe in rules.

Deed.

Give me that gun.

How

did

you get out? I knotted some sheets and climbed out of the window.

Oh, that old thing.

Well, originality didn't seem important at the time.

Tomorrow you will face a task which calls for the utmost of courage.

The tower, gentlemen.

The riches it holds.

It is in our grasp.

Nothing can stand in our way.

Oh, I wouldn't say that.

Three against one, not very dangerous, is it? Let's buy by our code, shall we?

Why not reduce the odds to even?

Now, if it were single combat, man to man, me against the

bravest of you all, your glorious leader, is up to the doctor to set an

Man to man.

Hey there!

Apollo! His other arm!

No, no!

His other arm!

Steed, I still don't understand how you stumbled on the danger makers.

Simple, Mrs. Peel.

When Groves died, I saw Long, who put me on to Lamble, who led me to Robertson,

through whom I met Stanhope, who later was killed, who passed on information

about Manton, where I met Colonel Adams.

I simply put two and two together.

Elementary. Basic.

Shall we drive?