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Thank you.

This is the only clue I've got.

What clue?

To the death of James Broome. He was found murdered yesterday. That arrow

nearby, something more lethal in his back.

James Broome, the economist?

The brilliant economist.

His plans were revolutionary.

Unite the financial resources of Europe.

Banish poverty forever.

Europea. It was a nice dream.

Broome was close to making it a reality. And was was the operative word.

This is where it happens.

Steed?

Ah.

It's Carlisle.

Yes. John Steed.

I asked him to meet me here.

Mrs. Emma Peel.

Oh.

How'd you do?

Carlisle was Broome's right -hand man.

Working undercover?

I was looking for this, actually, taped up under the back there.

Jimmy Broome was a cautious man. He often carried things that way.

Valuables? I haven't the faintest idea.

Shall we find out?

Distressing business.

Very. Yes, it quite spoilt my appetite when I heard.

You ruined James Broome's. What?

Oh, yes, yes, I see what you mean.

Where was he going?

To see someone.

A fellow economist.

Who? Someone who was in violent opposition to our plan.

Someone intent on stopping it at all costs.

Broome wouldn't confide the name of the man to me. Too dangerous, he said.

But he did mention something about...

The university. That the man was connected with the university.

St. Bode? Yes, how did you know? On these papers here, St. Bode.

St. Bode and James Broome. Seems logical.

They have the finest economics department in the country.

Really, my dear?

Isn't it time you furthered your education?

One and one are two.

Two and two are... I think you're right.

What I have tried to show you is the inevitability of history.

What must be, must be.

We delude ourselves that we are in charge of history, that we alter its

by our own efforts. This must be doubted, in fact refuted. It cannot be

There is no evidence to support such an assertion. Indeed, history itself does

not uphold this viewpoint.

All the great events and changes in this world Have been the result... As

I was saying, have been the... Have been the

result of circumstance.

Of chance, even.

I hope I have been conclusive.

I ask you to ponder my arguments.

To digest them.

And that is all.

Now, if there are any questions...

Yes, I have a question, Dr. Henge. Yes?

I take it that if someone were to suggest that one man in the right place

the right time could himself change the course of history, you would disagree?

Mr. Pettit, since I have spent the last hour saying so, you may take it that I

would disagree.

But there are other people, of course, who hold other views.

I suppose so. It's not a matter of conjecture. For instance, Professor

doesn't agree, does he?

He is entitled to his view, as I am to mine. One of you must be wrong, though,

wouldn't you say?

I take it that on the whole, you disagree with me and agree with

Ashton.

I think what Pettit was trying to suggest, sir, is that for the past 53

you have assaulted our ears with a load of stupid, pretentious old rubbish.

Mr. Du Bois, you have the manners of a gutter snipe!

You are entitled to your views, sir, as I am to mine.

Dr.

Henge?

Dr. Henge! Don't!

I don't! Beg your pardon.

Isometrics. Exercises without apparatus.

I'm afraid I got carried away.

David Atchison.

Professor Atchison.

That's right.

Oh, you must be Mrs. Peel. Told to expect you. Welcome to St. Paul's, Mrs.

Do you mind?

In such a sedentary occupation, one must keep... End

of term.

Excuse for high spirits.

Yes, well, I've just attended one of Dr. Henge's lectures.

It doesn't seem to me to be all high spirits.

Ah, well, Henge aggravates them a bit.

Ask for it. Who is she? Anyone know?

Well, nobody knows.

There was one student in particular. A young man named Du Bois.

Eric Du Bois? Very clever lad.

Very promising.

Thank you very much.

I'd like to meet him.

Oh, well.

Up that staircase. Staircase three, number 18.

She's coming this way.

Is she now?

What have we here?

Ah.

Steed, take a look at this. Among Holmes' papers, an economic thesis.

Economics and a sense of history.

Read it. I am reading it.

No, I mean this paragraph here particularly.

Pretty strong stuff.

Yeah. So is this.

What do you mean? It's continental roasted.

There you are. You see, it gets progressively more hysterical.

It is not an economic thesis. It's a political document.

And it reeks of ideals and dogma. The faintest whiff of chat boots.

Good heavens.

No author's name.

But it has the college crest.

A most unfortunate encounter, Mrs. Peel.

Most unfortunate.

Ragweek. You see, we jump first year students and persuade them to contribute

whatever charity it is.

But to land a real live lecturer, I do apologize for the impetuosity of my

little band.

Accepted. We normally wouldn't dream of being discourteous to our... better.

No? No.

I would have thought differently.

I was at Dr. Henge's lecture.

Oh, Dr. Henge.

Dr. Henge. Dear Dr.

Henge. Poor dear Dr.

Henge. Poor dear sad Dr.

Henge. Why do you despise him so much?

Despise? Who said despise?

No, no, it's merely a lack of admiration.

A negative appraisal.

We call him Stonehenge.

Why?

Because he's a fool.

A dodderer. He lives in the part.

All his ideas and philosophy come from the part.

Many of his ideas haven't been bettered. Newton's law of gravity still keeps our

feet firmly on the ground.

A succinct remark like that merely points the lack in Dr. Henge.

He would be incapable of reasoning such a simple reply.

Yet he's a knowledgeable man, and he has many distinguished friends who respect

him.

James Broome, CBE, for example.

I suppose you've heard of James Broome?

Of course.

A brilliant man.

Brilliant.

Quite brilliant.

Or rather, he was.

Well, thank you.

For the coffee.

Watch her.

Some boat that's only a quarter of a mile away.

I'll walk it from here.

Tattered gun. Sign of experience.

A belonging.

Only a freshman won't be seen wearing a new gown.

I'll be in touch.

young fellow.

All in a good cause.

Well, there we are.

Oh, that's the one for the house lights.

If you're taking slides or a film... Oh, no, I have all I need, thank you.

Well, if there should be something that you've overlooked, just go along to the

portage lodge.

They'll fix you up. Thank you.

Oh,

good morning. Good morning.

Who was that?

Professor Atchison.

And the, uh... Isometrics. Exercise without apparatus.

Oh, I can't say I approve.

I like my professors stooped and ven... venerable.

And I like my students to be wide -eyed and... innocent.

What on earth are you doing here, anyway, Steve?

Advanced research into the co -relationship of the lesser -crested

Sybil Peabody.

Mrs. Sybil Peabody? An aunt of mine drinks like a fish.

No.

Recapture my college days, tea and crumpets.

The prop turn is bullfrogs, larking about in a punt.

Moments of triumph on the rugger field.

Moments of failure in an examination. I'm here to find out who wrote this.

Found in Broom's briefcase. Makes very interesting reading.

But it's diametrically opposed to everything Broom stood for. Exactly. The

motive for Broom's murder.

Found up nicely in full scap vellum with the college crest.

Point is, who wrote it? Well, there should be a record of it somewhere with

author's name on it. Ah, Dr. Henge, perhaps you could help us. Dr. Henge,

is Mr. John Steed.

We're trying to trace... Excuse me. We're trying to trace the details of a

thesis on economics. It's called, um, Economics and a Sense of History. Are

familiar with it?

This university was founded in 1642, Mrs. Peel.

Since then, there must have been 5 ,000 graduate theses.

2 ,000 doctoral dissertations on this subject alone.

That means that within the university archives, we have an awful lot of

And you expect me to be familiar with one particular thesis?

Do you know who wrote it? I mean to find out.

Try Grindley, the university archivist. He may be able to help you.

Thesis, Mr. Stead.

Thesis.

Well,

As you can see, we have a circuit of them here. You may borrow them either

individually or by the dozen. This is a particular one, economics and a sense of

history. I don't want the paper itself, just the author's name. I thought with

your filing system... There is no filing system, Mr.

Steed. No, the system is all here. That is the way we like to work at St. Oates.

Modern methods just involve rush and tear.

Knowledge cannot be obtained in a hurry. It must be studied quietly, gently, in

the traditional manner. Of course. Now then, just the author's name you want.

Economics and a sense of history. Yes.

Well, I'll see what I can do for you. As soon as possible.

In the gentle, traditional manner.

Thank you.

I beg your pardon.

That man who just left.

Who's dead?

Seed? Oh, yes. He seemed a very pleasant fellow.

Asked you to check up on a thesis, did he? Yes.

But he isn't a member of the college or faculty.

It isn't done, Grindley. It's not done at all.

We have a tradition to maintain, a position to uphold.

Comes in here, treating this place like a public library. But he said he used to

be a student here.

And you believed him?

It doesn't matter if I did or if I didn't. Quite polite he was, and that

change these days, you know. Quite a touch of charm. Nevertheless.

Making use of our facilities, putting you personally to a great deal of

It wasn't as difficult as all that.

You found what he was looking for? No.

But I know just what to do about it.

Well, I suppose you know your own business best.

Indeed.

Well, now I'm afraid I shall have to ask you to excuse me. I have a lecture to

give. I'm late already. I think I put my notes over here somewhere.

Millicent? I didn't know you were here.

Didn't you, sir?

So is this chap Steed I've seen around?

An ex -student of some both.

What's he doing here? Research of some kind.

To do with Newt.

Or something or other.

Newt?

Let's check up on him.

Yes, I think the big man would like that.

Du Bois?

Well, Grindley is late, keeping us waiting.

Go for a demonstration, don't you think? To express our displeasure.

We want Grindley. We want Grindley. We want Grindley.

We want Grindley. We want Grindley. We want Grindley. Yes.

Yes, it is.

Who wrote that thesis?

He was on his way to tell me.

Poor man.

Well, it can't have been Dubois. He was in the lecture room. He had his minions,

that young man. Then there's severe Dr. Hens. He was just coming in here as I

was leaving.

Dr. Hens is an economist.

He could have written that thesis.

Oh, no good. They have absolutely no system whatsoever.

Then you'll just have to trust the luck.

I? I have an appointment with Richard Carlyle.

You have to pay a toll to walk these cloisters at night.

Rag week.

Rather misplaced levity, isn't it?

Oh, all dwindly, you mean.

You think we should pull on the sackcloth and ashes bit, eh?

Oh, that's not the way we do things at St. Bode's.

We, his students, bore him away and laid him to rest as the college tradition

demands.

That's the way he would have wished it.

And that's the way it was.

But you should know all about that, shouldn't you?

You are supposed to be an ex -student.

Supposed? You disbelieve me?

Very sharp of you, old man.

Calling me a liar.

Sharper and sharper.

Another incisive mind getting straight to the point.

I object to having my word doubted. I object very strongly.

Take your hand off me.

Very strongly indeed.

Get him!

What's going on down there?

Ah,

Professor. We were just having a little academic conversation.

All right, well, get away from here.

All of you.

I had no idea what was going on, Mr. Steve, but I apologize for them. End of

term, you know, in this dreadful business with Grindley.

The fifth year in the air.

Oh, please, I understand completely.

You do?

That's jolly decent of you.

Basically a decent bit of chaps.

I like them enormously.

Yes.

Well, if Du Bois gives you any more trouble, just report him to the proctor.

I'll do better than that.

I'll break his arm.

Dr. Henge?

Still looking for that thesis, Mrs. Peel?

Well, Mr. Grindley promised he would... Dr. Grindley is dead.

I am in charge of the archives now.

Indeed.

I'd given you up.

Sorry, I ran into some rather fractious students.

Find out anything?

No, but I read through the thesis again, analysed it.

And? Well, the reasoning behind it suggests a very mature mind.

Fingers. What?

Oh, yes, yes. I'm so sorry.

Almost the work of a senior member of the faculty.

Or an exceptionally brilliant student.

By all accounts, your voice is exceptionally brilliant.

And exceptionally nasty.

Well, now, what about a drink?

Thank you.

What's the next move?

With Broome dead, what chance is there of his economic plan going ahead?

Every chance.

I'll see to that.

I intend finishing off the good work he began.

Someone is determined to kill the plan.

Impossible.

Not while I'm alive.

Good heavens.

You don't think that... You're the key man now.

Oh, dear.

I'm sorry, but you must forgive me for the thought that my life might be in

danger.

It's just an owl. It's been hooting away all the evening.

I think there are two of them.

Now, look here, Steed.

I mean, are you really serious?

Do you really think that I need protection? No, there are several of

They're calling to each other.

At a time like this, your interest in the habits of the nocturnal bird... I

really must

make the strongest protest.

They're coming, aren't they?

again.

isn't it?

Marianne Grey.

Have a look at it. It's a very good likeness.

Who is he? Who does this belong to?

He's in serious trouble.

Now, you be sensible and... Leave her alone.

Is this yours?

Yes.

That's right.

It's mine.

Now get out of here and keep away from us.

Shall we talk?

I've got nothing to say.

Last night you severely damaged my bowler hat. Incidentally, you nearly

me. Why?

We were just trying to scare you, that's all. And Grindley?

You scared him right out of his archives.

I had nothing to do with Grindley.

Somebody bigger, isn't there?

Somebody you boys are scared of.

I'm trying to be nice to you, you know.

I don't think you're worth the trouble.

All right.

There is someone.

But I don't know who.

But you could help me to find out.

How?

I should like to know who wrote this.

Well, it should be on file.

The archives.

The archives are a shambles.

Grindley, poor old fellow, is the only man who knows the system. Did he tell

that?

Just trying to find important, that's all.

That can be difficult to trace.

Anyone that's used to the archives will be able to find that in less than five

minutes. You, for instance.

You're in this right up to your neck.

I'll do my best.

But later.

Tonight.

When there's no one around.

Pettit!

Marianne.

Haven't forgotten the Rag Week meeting, have you?

Coming.

Still hard at it? Well, I seem to have got them into some semblance of order at

long last.

Rather a big task, isn't it?

Or are you looking for something in particular?

No, I'm just interested, that's all.

Oh, let me give you a hand.

I'm most dreadfully sorry.

Coffee?

Thank you very much.

I must say, I'm very partial to your continental blending.

Oh, I'm not taking any chances.

Not after last time.

Well, black or white?

Well, since you don't seem to have any milk, black.

Oh, right. Here we are, then. Is that enough?

That's fine. Thank you very much. Ooh.

I hope you don't mind, old chap.

I don't like exposing my back for too long.

I quite understand.

It's not that I'm frightened, you know. It's not that at all. No, no.

To tell you the truth, I'm absolutely petrified.

I mean, I'm not cut out for this sort of stuff. Murder, mayhem, lurkings after

dark, attacks by young savages.

Not to mention the damp.

The damp?

Yes.

Yes, it always gets me here.

Oh, I do beg your pardon. I thought that was me.

Old wound, you know.

Really? German bullet, World War II?

Umbrella, January sales.

Darn stupid woman.

Now, what are we going to do about my minister?

I beg your pardon?

He demands to know when I'm going to return to my department.

Oh, I see. He's a most difficult man, Steed, most difficult. What am I going

tell him?

Send him a memo.

Engaged in work of the utmost importance.

Utmost importance?

Yes, I like that.

I say, do you mind if I make a few notes?

Not at all.

Good. Now, far ahead. That the entire future of Europe is in your hands.

Entire future of Europe?

Yes, I like that.

Beyond that, your lips are sealed.

That in due course, the full account of your heroism will be revealed to him.

And add that if he hasn't heard from you within the week, he must presume that

you have died for your country.

I say, that's very good.

What?

I say, that's a bit strong, isn't it, Steed?

Dying for my country as a storm brewing.

You know, I don't mind a little suffering. Not too much pain, mind you,

mean, actually dying. I must get back to the university.

Steed said no more than that. Look, you boys, I've told you a dozen times. Tell

me again.

He just asked me a lot of questions about the university.

He wanted to know how their attitudes had changed since he'd been here.

He was never here. We checked.

Oh.

Well, that's what he told me. That's all he told you? Yes. You're sure? Look,

for Pete's sake, how many times do I have to tell you? Just asking, dear

just asking.

You're a bit on edge, aren't you?

Yes.

I'm a little tired of all these questions.

Too many late nights, old chap.

Cut along now. Have an early night.

I think perhaps I will.

That was all Steed wanted to know.

Marianne. Marianne, you better run along now, too, before the proctor finds you.

Run along, my dear.

He's lying.

Yeah.

Well? Oh, no.

Not this time.

I've had my share of the dirty work.

Come to that, some of you.

What are you driving at? The big man.

Well, he's in charge, isn't he?

He keeps finding nice little tasks for us to do.

Well, now it's his turn.

We're committed. Why not him?

Let him get his hands dirty for a change.

Millerton, that is a very real contribution.

A very astute idea.

Hello, sir?

Dubois is here.

Look out, you fool!

It's

been

an accident.

A terrible accident.

I doubt if we'll have any luck.

The thesis will probably have been destroyed by now.

Carried on the shoulders of four stalwart students, laid to rest, more no

You shouldn't blame yourself, Steve.

It goes back to the days of the plague, old college tradition.

Bury them quick, forget them quick.

I should never have let him go it alone.

You must have known the risks he was taking. In that case, so should I.

What did Dr. Henge have to say for himself?

He found the archive door open, went in to investigate, found petty.

That's all he saw?

That's all he said he saw.

Ah, there you are.

Been looking for you.

Rag committee asked me to deliver these.

Thank you. You will come, I hope. Tomorrow night?

Going to be quite mad, a rave.

Anything can happen and probably will.

Great fun.

They certainly do, don't they?

Bury and forget.

Anything can happen.

And probably will.

I wonder who else has been invited.

Gentlemen, we are on the very threshold of shaping history.

I ask you to reaffirm your vow.

Yes With

blood

we bind and in blood we advance

Well, Marianne?

They've just arrived.

Thank you, Marianne.

From Carlion.

You bet.

He accepted?

He has accepted.

He will arrive tomorrow night.

And this will pay its blood again.

It occurs to me that the one person we've omitted to talk to is Prince.

Ah, well, he's on extended leave.

Really? Oh,

my God, I'm most dreadfully sorry. There might have been the most dreadful

accident. There might, indeed.

Foolish, isn't it?

One would expect it, perhaps, from one of the students, but from a professor of

the faculty.

Well, the truth of the matter is that I...

Couldn't resist trying it out before tomorrow night.

Tomorrow night?

Rag night.

It's an integral part of the whole affair.

You don't mean to tell me that you didn't know. I thought that everybody

It's fancy dress.

And this is to be the theme.

Bows and arrows?

Well, of course.

The central theme is Robin Hood.

Yeah!

Has he arrived yet? No.

Well, when he does, stay close.

And remember the lecture room.

You must lure him to the lecture room.

So you finally decided on your costume.

The Sheriff of, um, Bashful Bend?

Nottingham. Well, I hate to mention it, but in all the books I've read, the

Sheriff is a baddie.

Beneath this doublet beats a generous heart.

That looks a bit droopy. Wait till it's challenged.

After you, Robin Hood.

Here he is.

Mr. Carlion, so very glad you could make it, Dubois. Oh, how do you do? I have

some punch.

How is the plan going, Mr. Carlion? The plan?

Oh, the plan. The plan, the Europia plan.

Yes. We all admire your audacity, Mr. Carlion.

Audacity? Well, that you should think it could succeed.

That it would be allowed to succeed. Why don't we discuss it further, in greater

detail? It will be much quieter in the lecture room.

Ah, Dickie. Dickie Carlyle. I haven't seen you for ages. Do you remember, Mrs.

Peel, I told you about Dickie? We were just going to show him the... Must talk

over old times. Come and have another drink.

Mrs. Peel, we seem to be in competition.

Two Robin Hoods.

That will hardly do.

One will have to be eliminated, don't you think?

I don't think we need bother.

In a situation like this... A gentleman would bow to a lady.

Well, what do we do now?

I think our lion has been thoughtful enough to provide us with a target.

Honestly, Steve, aren't you carrying this faithful watchdog business a bit

I mean, this young chap Dubois, he's helped to murder Broome.

Huh?

Oh.

You don't think he might attempt, I mean, he might try to... Me?

You.

That's why you're here, old man.

We want to bring the top man into the open. And you're just the live bait to

it. What?

Don't worry.

Circulate, move around, keep your eyes open.

Mrs. Peel.

They killed John, didn't they?

They killed him.

Might have been an accident. No, they killed him, just as they did the others.

Do you want the man behind it all? The big man?

Well, he'll be here.

They're going to meet him in the lecture room. Marianne.

Look for Friot.

What were you saying to Mr. Peel?

It must have been important.

You don't often have much to say for yourself, do you?

He asked me where I got this dress.

There you are, old boy. Oh, thank you. I don't know how they ever wore these

things. It's killing me. Friar Tuck. The man we want is Friar Tuck. Who told you

that? Marianne. It's you here, too.

There's to be a meeting in the lecture room. Prior Tuck, of course it would be.

Well, he was the real brains behind the Robin Hood setup.

Yeah, I can't hear a word. Is anything wrong?

Some sort of trouble, is there? On the contrary, your troubles are almost over.

My dear prior.

Oh, we'd like a word with you. A private word.

Look! What do you want? Historical memoirs or encyclopedia erotica?

Memoirs, they're heavier. Right.

Dr. Henge.

Back to the party?

Back to the party.

Oh, my dear chap, as I said, your troubles are over. You can relax now,

yourself, have a drink, have fun.

We have the top villain under lock and key.

My dear, dear friar.

The erotica.

Professor Atchison.

So much for isometrics.

They can't both be the man we want.

Just roll along with us, Mr. Carlion.

Somebody wants to meet you.

Thank you for your assistance. We've had two of them, but could you point out

which... Which one is the right one? But it's neither of them.

And they've taken Carlion to the lecture room.

This is an historic moment, Mr. Carlion.

I... I don't understand.

I should have said, perhaps, we are about to create an historic moment.

To change the course of history.

Hence the small ceremonial of the occasion.

We have followed you this far, sir. The triumph and the coup de grace belong to

you.

Grindley. D .B. Grindley, M .A.

But you're dead.

D. told me.

A small piece of pantomime, stage -managed by my worthy students here.

Things were hearting up.

We thought it better if Grindley was no more.

After all... He was only an archivist, just a small man of no consequence, only

an archivist, a sort of glorified librarian.

And yet one tends to overlook that such a man spends his entire life surrounded

by thoughts committed to paper, ideas, wisdom.

I am a voracious reader, Mr. Carlyon. And in the end, I wrote a modest thesis

myself. Economics and a sense of history.

I've read it.

Then you appreciate its genius.

The pure simplicity of its basic premise.

What? That history can be created to order?

Yes, well, an understatement, but quite near enough.

Poppycock!

Disagree! I'm afraid we shall have to.

You see, we are going to maneuver the course of history here and now, in this

very room. With your death, Mr. Carlion, we shall create a small economic

snowball. We shall then guide it downhill.

Charting its progress, watching its growth, and changing with it the entire

economic face of Europe. Do it! Do it now!

You shall have your immortality, Mr. Carlion. You shall have your rightful

in history.

Mrs. Field was right.

You said you'd look after me. I'm terribly sorry, old chap.

I

wonder

if history will be kind to him.

Ahoy for the open road.

Marvellous day. An invigorating nip in the air.

Ah, the air is so fresh. Open her up, Mrs. Peel, and let's feel...

What was that?

I said let's feel the wind in our faces.

Deed, you're a fraud.

An unmitigated fraud.

Thank you.