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This one.

Armed? No.

Surely you cannot have any doubts now.

I want one more test.

One final test.

You're needed.

Your present is requested by Sir George
Robertson, D -S -O -C -B -E -K -T -B.

Who's he?

The famous explorer.

Outer Mongolia, darkest Africa, over the
Andes. He's always going up the Amazon,

getting lost. He's a very intrepid
fellow.

Bad sense of direction.

It's going to be quite a junket.

It's a fancy dress party, you know.

No. Mrs. Peel, would you mind?

Are you sure you can afford the time for
all this junketing?

Eh? There's a small matter of the dead
athletes.

Six within the last week murdered.

Seven? Ah.

A couple of weightlifters and several
assorted wrestlers. A brace of boxers?

Very odd. Very unsporting.

Thank you very much, Mrs. Peel.

Yes, well, enough of these mundane
matters. A little socialising won't do

harm. Well, how do I look?

Breath. You are so kind.

Now, where is this party to take place?

Somewhere over the south of England.

Some party?

Full marks for novelty.

See you later, Mrs. Beale.

You can depend on it.

Welcome aboard, sir.

Thank you.

Oh, welcome.

Welcome to Waterloo, my dear.

You design party.

You will enjoy.

Enjoy, you understand.

Thus is an order.

Care for a drink?

Hardy. Max Hardy, old boy. And this is
Jason Wade. How do you do? How do you

Joseph? How do you do, John Steve?

A champagne suit you, old boy? That'll
do me fine.

Are you D. Max, how do you run the
fencing school? I am indeed.

Do you dabble in the foils, Mr. Steed? I
prefer the favor myself.

Come and meet the others.

Thank you.

Olé. This is Mr.

John Steed. Hello. How do you do? I'm
Freddy.

Kitchener's valet.

Eh? Oh.

Super.

Thank you.

And this gentleman?

I'm no gentleman.

I can see that.

How do you do?

I'm wild.

Are you?

Every minute of the day?

That's my name, Mrs. Hannah Wild.

Musica! Musica!

Welcome aboard,

sir.

Anyone here you know?

No. Nor me.

Except by reputation.

Oh, are we rubbing shoulders with the
famous?

Depends on your definition of famous.

Freddie Richards.

Claims to be the world's strongest man.

You've heard of Richards' rejuvenating
recipes.

Sent under plain wrapper, build you up
from a seven -stone weakling... Into an

18 -stone grotesque.

That's him.

And Joe Smith?

Ah, now he isn't wearing a fancy dress.

Jose El Mucio.

Best of all British bullfighters. Killed
400 bulls last season.

That is quite a lot of... That's a very
impressive record.

Then there's Matt Hardy.

I know him, but I don't know you, Mr.
Wade. I track things down, Mr. Seed.

And then? I dispatch them as quickly as
possible.

Big game, Hunter.

Highly talented group. And you?

Oh -ho!

Oh, here comes the chopper to chop off
our heads.

Oh, welcome.

Welcome, my lord high executioner.

Damn fool idea of having a party on a
plane.

Well, it's definitely different.

Can't enjoy a party unless I've had a
few. Same here.

I've been invited anyway.

That seems to answer your question.

That's it.

Just the seven of us.

And our host.

Where's he got to?

Haven't seen him. Not since I came in,
anyway.

He's probably up in front.

Mit, the driver.

Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen.

This is your captain welcoming you
aboard this special fancy dress flight.

We are about to take off.

Please be seated and fasten your
seatbelts. And no smoking now until we

airborne.

Well, I've heard of getting high at a
party, but this is ridiculous.

Well, it is sort of crazy, isn't it?

Highly eccentric.

It's just what you'd expect from Sir
George Robertson.

You may now unfasten your seatbelts, and
you may smoke.

Can I get you a drink, Mrs. Wilde? Thank
you.

Oh, Street, what did you mean just now,
Sir George Robertson? Who the devil's

he? Our host, of course.

You're at the wrong party, old boy.

Our host is... Mark Thornton. Jack
Peters. Lance Quilley. Nonsense.

Charlie's party. You know, Charlie Reed.
My invitation says Alfred Williams.

How strange.

Wow.

They're all different.

I never. You haven't said anything.

I've already said it. A damn fool idea,
having a party on a plane.

Who invited you?

A man named Godfrey.

It's a joke.

Let's go find out. Yes, let's.

After you.

Now, look here.

Ladies and gentlemen, you may be
interested to know that the weather

are excellent.

There's some cloud, but we should be
climbing above that to a height of 20

feet. At the request of your host, I am
not at liberty to reveal our set course.

Do go back, heavy drink, relax.

The party hasn't started yet.

We've searched every inch. There's no
one else on board.

So it's just us, then. Just the seven of
us. We are stuck up here. And there's

no way of getting down.

There's no radio. And the manual
controls aren't working.

There's nothing but the autopilot
between us and the ground below.

But there isn't any ground below.

What about the autopilot?

Can't we break it down? Have you any
knowledge of electronics?

You damage that thing, cross a wire
even.

And down we go.

You know all about it, I suppose.

I know enough to stop you killing us.

Well, you're taking it pretty calmly.

Why not?

The drink's good.

There's plenty of it. As our friend
said, it's all a joke.

Joke? I wouldn't call it a joke, my
friend. Nor would I.

Now, this has gone beyond a joke. I
agree.

Whoever arranged this is in earnest.

Deadly earnest. But why?

A mass kidnapping.

Oh, come, come. In this day and age? My
money's all tied up.

And I'm flat broke. Joe's loaded. I
haven't got a penny to my name.

Sir, you can wash out that fairy.

Nothing for it but to wait, I suppose.

For how long?

Four hours at the most.

I checked the fuel gauges.

There's enough to keep us airborne for
four hours.

Four hours.

And then?

Drink anyone?

Must be something we can do. It's
getting around very bad for my muscles.

Why not drop out for a short stroll?

Oh, funny.

We should be looking for a common
factor.

What do you mean? Common factor? Yes,
the reason why we have been selected.

Don't you see? Seven complete strangers.

But why us?

Not money. We've established that.

No, it's not money.

We don't know your name.

Mark Dayton.

Wasn't your picture all over the papers
a few years ago?

Yes, the mad major.

Didn't you invent a new method of
unarmed combat?

In fact, you were quite an expert in
that field.

Expertise.

Mr. Hardy, an expert swordsman. A
bullfighter. A big game hunter.

A professional strongman.

And you, Mrs. Wilde, the way you handle
that gun, you're quite an expert.

Of course.

That's the link.

We all have a special proficiency. A
physical proficiency.

What about you?

What sets you out from the crowd?

Oh.

Maybe the way I...

Hold my umbrella.

That's no answer.

I want to know what you do.

As I was saying, when we were so rudely
interrupted... Well,

Canvich, they took that little scare
pretty well, hmm?

No panic, no hysteria.

Excellent.

Well, we'd better see about getting them
down.

We're still losing height.

Ladies and gentlemen, you are about to
land.

Would you kindly extinguish all
cigarettes and fasten your safety belts,

Thank you.

Be thoughtful of him to warn us.

I can't see anything.

There's nothing to see but sea.

We're going to ditch.

this thing down there.

Perfect. Good.

We don't want to kill off our little
guinea pigs.

Not yet, anyhow.

Now where's my hat?

What is it?

There's one way of finding out.

Looks deserted.

Let's find out.

Anyone at home?

Somebody lit that lantern.

Fancy dress on the table, too.

Dinner is served.

A fine array of cutlery. I like the
butter knives.

Seven guns.

Sword. And seven of us.

But no napkins.

Yes. It used to be issued with something
like this.

It's a tough job.

Guerrilla warfare.

It would be given something like this.

But what for?

To stay alive.

These are survival kits.

Charming.

Six

brand

new coffins.

That's it, I'm thinking.

Six coffins, and yet there are seven of
you.

You are all wondering why you've been
brought to this island.

I can now tell you that you are all part
of a fascinating experiment.

An acid test.

A new system for training fighting
personnel has been devised.

The fine details are unimportant.

All you need to know is that it is
claimed that this system...

speeds up the reflexes to a superhuman
degree.

It creates experts in all forms of
combat, armed and unarmed.

It turns the ordinary man, or woman,
into a lethal, unbeatable opponent.

It is necessary, however, to submit this
claim to further tests.

That is why you have been selected.

You all have records of courage and
fortitude.

All of you are experts in your own
manner. Your chance of survival will

upon your individual alertness and
ingenuity.

But indeed, the odds are on your side.

In fact, when you stepped off that
plane, the odds were six to one.

This would be no test at all if it were
not fair.

If the odds were not made clear to you.

The simple fact is this.

Your killer is in your midst.

Your killer is one of you.

It's ridiculous.

Well, they've overlooked a couple of
things.

The eyes on the portrait don't move.

And the suit of armor doesn't contain
a...

Well, Candace, that's shaken them,
hasn't it? As we hoped.

Speed up their reflexes, huh?

Put them under guard.

Well, what happens next?

Just that thing.

They aren't blanks. You might have
killed me.

Oh, no.

That was very fancy shooting.

Thank you, ma 'am. All right, Speed.

Now we know you can bend pokers and
shoot straight.

Don't you think it's time that we
planned something practical?

I quite agree.

A search?

That's a good idea. We'll split up then,
shall we, and comb the whole island.

Well, I'm game. No. Why not?

I think we should stick together.

Yes, I agree.

Well, I'm used to fighting alone.

Oh, come on. I'll take this side.

Aren't you going to take advantage of
what our host has provided?

I've got all the protection I need.

The familiar weapons are the best.

This is much cleaner and less noisy.

To each his own.

What about you, Mr. T?

A hunted animal returns to his lair. You
should know that, Mr. Wade.

I'll wait for it.

You're coming.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thought I heard someone yell out.

Came from over there.

Who's been doing all the yelling?

I've no idea.

Who's been shooting at who?

It was me.

Reflex action.

What's that cry?

That's what we're trying to find out.

It came from here.

Right here.

And that shot must have been heard half
across the island.

Any sign of the other two?

Whoever it is is still trying to
frighten us.

Succeeding, is he, Mr. Hardy?

Spread out.

Make our way back to the house.

You ever shopped?

Yes, those were no reflex action.

In there.

He's dead?

Looks as though his back was broken.

Quite right, Mr. Steve.

And then there were six.

The beginning.

Just the beginning.

He was a professional strongman.

Yet someone just took him in their
hands. Perhaps it was Steve.

In one of his extrovert moods.

Yes.

And you stayed behind.

We all went off to search.

And you stayed behind.

That's right.

I gave you my reasons. The killer is one
of us.

That's what he said.

The killer is in your midst.

That's what he said.

Just a minute.

Where's Smith?

Eh? Joe Smith, he isn't here.

I haven't seen him since he left the
house. He's not in our midst.

So this made the noise.

I heard a cry.

Yes, I heard one too.

What happened?

I'm not sure.

Have you seen Joe Smith?

No.

Well, we'd better carry on looking. Come
on, we'll try this way.

Sorry to startle you, old man. I thought
someone was stalking me.

Someone's stalking all of us.

Have you seen Smith?

No.

Spread out.

We'll get whoever it is.

One side or the other.

And Mr. Steed first on the scene of the
crime again. Oh, don't be ridiculous.

Wade and I were together.

Where is Wade? He should have been here
by now.

You tell us.

He was just behind me.

There was a cry.

He was just behind me.

Oh, look. How could it have been me? I
wouldn't be caught here with Hardy's

sword in my hand.

Perhaps Wade went back to the house.
Yes.

You can drop the sword, Mr. Steed.

We'll go and take a look.

Of course, it could have been I.

It could have been Major Dayton. It
could have been you. We haven't been out

each other's sight for some time.

What now?

Wait for Wade.

Yes.

He's your alibi, isn't he?

If he's still alive.

You really should do something about
that reflex of yours.

Just getting myself a drink.

To ease the tension.

He's not coming back, is he?

Eh?

Wait. Oh.

He's not coming back.

And what about your alibi now?

Hmm?

What about it?

Could be a genuine owl.

Come on!

We'll stick close together this time.

Just in case you need another alibi.

I saw someone moving, but keeping
alongside and... Are you certain?

Positive.

Well, in that case, as there's someone
in there, we'll need your help,

Mr. Steed. Thank you.

We'll split up.

Circle the area.

Three to go.

You are convinced?

Partially convinced.

I might get some.

You know my training system works.

You've seen my protege's in action.

I can create super beings. It really
works.

And with your country's financial
assistance, I can make an army of

If your protege beats all six of them,
then you shall have all the finance you

want. If.

Well, well, well.

A malayed tiger trap.

And the trap's been sprung.

Wait.

Surely a hunter like him wouldn't fall
for that one.

Well, something's been in that net. Or
someone.

Well, if he was, he's been cut down.

Well, Mr. Steed, you've lost your alibi.
We found our killer. This is either a

large mistake or it's part of a plan.

I didn't kill any of them, so it must
have been one of you.

Shut up!

Well, Mr.

Steed, hoisted by your own petard.

Were you with Dayton the whole time? Did
he leave you long enough to have killed

Hardy and Wade or one of the others?

Or maybe it was you. How about that,
then, Major? Could it have been her? We

know who did it.

Where to?

There must be some fuel in the frame.
There'll only be one of you coming back,

and then there's me.

I'm sitting dark.

I'll drain off some fuel. You collect
some brushwood.

Right.

You look startled, Mr. Steed.

My adrenaline will bear witness to that.

Fake death.

Old hunter's trick.

Well, even for an old hunter to be in
two places at once. You were with me

Smith was killed.

Shall we say a trade secret?

You remember my trade, Mr. Steed? I
track things down and I dispatch them as

quickly as possible.

My record is 100 % so far. Just you and
the girl left.

And I'm saving the girl till last.

Very decent of you not to dispatch me
while I was struggling in that net.

That would have been most unsporting.

What shall it be for you, then?

The bullet?

The garrot? Or the knife, perhaps?

How about this, Professor?

He's putting up the best fight today,
hmm? I always thought he would.

An unmitigated failure.

Beaten by a man who outfought him at
every level.

Wade isn't finished yet. What?

But you saw.

He took the spear full in the chest.
Wade will return.

Sit down.

My dear chum, sit down and watch.

Wade will return.

You did get free.

Eh? And you killed Dayton.

To be accurate, Wade did. Wade's dead.

He is now, but he wasn't.

Don't ask me how.

Where did you put the body, Steed?

Come and see for yourself.

After you.

There, you see?

suspecting each other, and all the time
you... I've only just arrived.

How?

I dropped in.

That plane we heard, it was you?

We had you loud and clear on the radar
screen until about an hour ago, and then

we lost you.

I got a bit worried for a while, and
then I spotted the island, and here I

You followed us? Why?

Steve knew the invitation was a fake, so
we made a little arrangement.

Where is Steve?

Back at the house. I'm afraid I
clobbered him.

Naughty, he won't like that.

He hasn't finished yet.

Yet? A mopping -up operation.

A mere formality.

This time there will be no mistake.

Goodbye, Mr. T.

Who's that?

I don't believe it. I just don't believe
it.

There's a reasonable explanation to
everything.

Gemini. There are two of them.

Identical twins.

A very elaborate fraud.

My dear chum.

You would have got your money and I
would have got nothing.

You tried to cheat me, Jessup.

Me!

My dear chum.

Cowboy?

Withdraw?

Pity. I was just starting to enjoy
myself.

Goodness. What's happened here?

It looks as though I winged Father
Christmas.

Oh, you couldn't possibly have done at
the wrong time of year. It's nowhere

Christmas. Do you mind if I stay around
in case you miss anything?

I never miss.

Oh, really?

Well, here's one you missed.

Hey.

Now, all we need is some glasses.

Allow me.