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Dobson, get me General Wilmot, and
hurry, it's urgent!

What? Well, find him!

Tell him I'm at his house!

Nanny.

Now come along.

Time for bed.

Give that to Nanny.

Come along. Don't be naughty.

Give it to me.

There's a good boy.

Where needed.

Ah, our team.

General Wilmot, Defense Chief.

He tried to reach me. They got to him
before I arrived.

Poor old Dobson, one of our best agents.

He'd obviously discovered something.

Vital defense secrets have been
reaching.

Dobson traced the leak to three men,
isn't that so, General? Oh, it's

ridiculous.

Ministers of the Crown, my colleagues,
personal friends, it's utterly... It's

ridiculous.

Sir George Collins?

Son of the Attorney General.

Viscount Frederick Webster?

DSO and bar.

Lord William Beaumont? Second cousin to
Prince... Oh, it's ridiculous.

Did anyone else have access to the
information?

No, I conveyed it personally at various
meetings.

So it must be one of them.

It's ridiculous.

Quite. These men are from the best
families. They're British to the core.

Look, this is tricky, Steve. You'll have
to see them.

We have a meeting set up at his
lordship. Well, if one of these men's a

I'll leave my hand.

To you at the ministry. I've got a rush.

That smell.

It's like lavender.

The general's aftershave.

Fragrant general.

He's right, though. These men are above
suspicion.

Unless one of them is under pressure.

Blackmail? They're all far too
honorable.

British to the core.

No one could get at them.

No? How about Dobson? Armed, windows
latched, door locked.

Somebody got him.

Mammy? There's Viscount Webster.

And Sir George.

But his lordship, it appears, is not at
home.

I'm sorry, my lord. I tried the bell,
but there was... Did you? The battle is

out. Must have dozed off. Anyway, come
in. Hello, Willie.

Freddie!

Georgie! Well, here we are again.

Yes, here we are again.

Here we are again.

Drink is all round.

Goody. Come and get it, boys.

We're very bright this morning, aren't
we, Willie? And why not we?

Gathered there was a flap on this
meeting.

Yes, I know.

Darn nuisance.

I wanted to go out and play.

Golf?

Yes, of course. Can't wait.

Well, let's get on.

All busy little boys.

Certainly, my lord. At a recent defence
meeting, certain vital secrets were

passed to you by General Wilmot.

Oh, very hush -hush.

Wouldn't do for it to leak out.

It already has. That's why I'm here.

What? Here.

If you want proof.

Leave a word of it, Steve. It comes from
an unimpeachable source. Well, it may

be, but as far as I'm concerned, there's
only one place for this.

There. What on earth? Willie, this is
serious. I used to bowl for the first

eleven, you know. Sir,

you put me off.

Has he been at the ballroom?

After our safe ending. Robert.

Oh, sorry, I... Oh, don't worry.

Oh.

I say.

Are you all right?

Here.

Oh, yes.

Thanks. Come and have a seat here.

There, sit down here.

Look, Steed, I must be getting back.
I've got a pile of paperwork to do.

No point in hanging around here.

Any more questions, I'll be at my home.

Call me if you want anything.

Yes.

Are you all right, my lord?

I'm so sorry.

I had a complete fool of myself.

Really must not drink on an empty
stomach.

Who's Roberts, my lord?

A little while ago you mentioned someone
called Roberts.

Did I?

That's an odd coincidence.

I didn't dream about her.

My old nanny.

Nanny Roberts.

Odd sort of dream.

A ball came bouncing in.

I was back in the nursery.

Dear old Nanny Roberts.

Haven't thought about her for years.

Well, there she was.

Large as life.

Nanny Roberts. I'd like to meet her.

I don't even know if she's still alive.

I could show you a photograph of her.

Webster's arrived.

Stand by.

No, don't go, James. I want you.

Yes, sir.

James, those old photographs you took
years back.

Me and old Nanny Roberts.

They weren't very good, sir. Never mind
that. Where are they? I want them. In

the cellar, I believe, sir. Get them for
me, please.

Go on, right away.

Very well, sir.

Well, there's one of old Nanny, sir.

It must be a good 30 years.

Mm, must be.

It's funny.

I had a dream.

Thought it with her.

Now I'm sure.

Odd. Willie meant me, huh?

Thank you, James.

No, I'll hang on to this one.

James.

James, where are you?

James?

There's a visitor.

How do you have much time?

Lord Webster.

Lord Webster.

I do hope I haven't bored you.

Not at all.

When did you last hear of Nanny Robert?

Oh, I haven't seen her for years.

I think she was running a sort of school
for nannies.

Her and her old lavender.

Funny how one recalls things like that.

She always wore old lavender.

Used to smother herself in it.

Oh, and another thing.

That ball I saw in my dream, it was
called a baby bouncer, I remember.

She took me with her to buy it.

Where?

Only one place for the nobility.

Old Martin's Toy Shop.

Good morning.

Welcome to my humble establishment.

At your service in a moment, sir. Down
you go.

Stubborn little fellow.

Now, sir, I trust I am addressing you
correctly?

Yes.

Royalty and nobility are the rule here
rather than the exception.

Are they? Yes, it's usually your
highness, your ladyship, your grace.

One must be correct.

Undoubtedly. Yes, they're very touch,
you know.

Oh, Mr.

Thede. Mr. John Thede.

Just a mister?

Just. Not even an honourable?

I'm afraid not. Oh, that's a lovely toy.
I used to have one of these when I

was... How nice. Yes, most of our toys
are created to instil character.

Ambition and patriotism.

For launching ships of the line.

Laying foundation stones.

Conferring knighthood.

Oh, I'd like one of those.

Baby banter.

They're not for sale. Why not?

Customers' own design, specially made,
have been for over half a century.

But surely after all this time... I'm
afraid they're gone. Gone?

No, gone G -O -N -N.

Guild of Noble Nannies.

Excellent, ladies, excellent.

Freewheeling, if you please.

Can I help you? Well, I was looking for
Nanny Goat.

I beg your pardon?

I'm Goat, senior tutor.

Oh, I should do. My name is Dee, John
Dee. I can guess why you're here.

You can. An aura of proud fatherhood
surrounds you.

Oh.

My warmest congratulations and welcome
to the Guild of Noble Nannies. Thank

Observe them, Mr. Steed.

The epitome of efficiency, poise, and
dignity.

So sedate, demure, maternal.

I can see.

Thoroughbreds of gentility.

Oh, I like that.

May I quote you?

Please do.

They offer a child security, Mr.

Steed, and nothing is more important
than security.

I agree.

Then we must do our best to accommodate
you, Mr. Steed.

Ah, our secretary, Miss Lister, Mr.

Steed -chum. You're inquiring about the
nanny?

Yes. As a matter of fact, I'm a
bachelor.

Oh.

Oh, it's my old nanny. I can't see.

Ah. Nanny Roberts.

Nanny Roberts?

It's a good many years since I saw her,
but I gather that she used to manage

this place.

Well, she did, but... Well, don't tell
me that... Oh, no, no, no.

She's just not as young as she was.

Completely chair -ridden, I'm afraid.

Well, then I'm sure she'd welcome a
visit from an old baby.

That isn't possible.

Doctor's orders forbid it.

Oh, come now, Miss Lister.

Surely we can stretch a point in Mr.
Steed's case.

One of her little charges.

But Nanny Roberts is taking her
afternoon nap.

I'll wait.

Good. Then that's settled.

You're due in the nursery, Mr. Goat. Ah,
so I am.

Carry on rocking, ladies.

Do make yourself at home, Mr. Steed.

She usually wakes around four.

You know, I'm getting a little tired of
playing nursemaid to a nanny. How is

she? Tough, I'll say that for her.

She's going into action again.

Oh, when?

At three.

nice kind face. Oh, thank you.

Look after things for a moment, will
you?

But I'm not very exp...

Who's playing ball this time?

The noble knight.

Ah, Georgie Porgie Pudding and Pie.

You'll deliver it personally.

What about the nanny?

She's ready.

How did you get on with Webster?

Well... I'll bring the car round the
back.

And tell Nanny to hurry. Good.

And the ball was gone?

Mm -hmm. About this size, spiral design?

Yes, but how did you know?

Baby Bouncer.

Made by Martin's Toy Shop, exclusive to
this guild. Did you find anything else?

This. She was Webster's nanny, too.

He had a similar daydream?

Yes, but was it a dream?

That smell of old lavender.

But she's in her 80s, chair -ridden.

Are you certain?

I soon will be.

You don't suppose she could have also
fostered Sir George?

There's one way of finding out.

What's his address?

Sir George.

Sir George.

Georgie, poor Georgie, pudding and pie.

Kiss the girl.

Mrs. Peel.

What happened?

You tell me.

I got into my car.

Yes, I got into my car.

There was a ball on the seat.

A baby bouncer. I used to have one when
I was a child.

Began to spin.

I fell asleep.

Then there was Nanny.

My old Nanny. Nanny Roberts.

And Nanny Roberts is awake.

She'll see you now.

Oh, excuse me.

She finds the light of the train.

Annie Roberts, your visitor's here.

The visitor I mentioned, one of your
former charges, Mr. John Steed.

Steed?

Steed? Surely you remember me, don't
you, Danny?

I'm afraid her memory isn't what it was.

Bless her.

I remember you.

Steed? You see?

She's getting very tired.

I think you ought to go.

Of course.

Well, goodbye, Nanny.

Goodbye.

Thank you. I'll find my own way out.

Excellent, ladies.

Excellent. Now, ladies, my subject for
today is child welfare and health care.

An absorbing subject, and one you should
all pay attention to.

I told you it was a mistake.

Gordon, check. Look.

You never were a nanny to a John Steed.

Don't worry.

If he was snooping, it'll be the last
time he does.

Well? Goodbye, Mr. Steve.

We've got another delivery.

So soon?

They'll cancel the defense meeting.

No more secrets, then? Oh, no.

This time we go right to the top.

You know, I'd still like to know how
Steve got onto us.

There's only one possibility.

Steve?

Trying to reach top C.

Target practice. I always indulge
myself. Well, it looked like it went

bang. That's funny. Someone sent me a
surprise package.

Sir George received one too.

A baby bouncer.

When I got there, he was behaving as
though he were back in kindergarten.

Dreaming of Nanny Roberts?

But I wasn't dreaming when I saw her
leaving the car park.

She's confined to bed.

Baby bouncer, eh?

Exclusively from Martin's toy shop.

I see. That shop deserves another visit.

You'd better hurry.

Why? Hadn't you noticed? As soon as we
discover someone who can supply the

answer... Someone always... Get to them
first.

Can

I

help you, madam?

It's a repair job, is it?

Leave it with me.

Do you mind?

Ah, Mr. Steed, back again.

It was Mr. Steed, wasn't it? Yes.

Just Mr. and not even an on?

Well, I... Yes?

I'm travelling incognito. Ah, I thought
so.

I thought you had the look of an
honourable at least.

The lid's stuck. Excuse me.

Now, what can I do for you, Mr.

Steed?

My heart is still flat on a baby
bouncer.

Oh, I'm very sorry. My entire stock was
collected barely an hour ago.

By whom?

You

idiot.

What? You said you dealt with Steve.

Well, I did. I... He's in there.

And now he knows about Wilmot.

And do it right this time.

Go on, the window. Head him off. I'll
call Nanny.

It's my opinion, General, you're next on
the list.

Me? Oh, don't be ridiculous.

Well, you planned the new missile bases.

Yeah, but it's all filed away out here,
old man.

Embedded in the concrete, is what.
Excuse me, I've got to take a shower.

But they got it, uh... Don't you worry,
none is going to get a B.

Well, they got it, Beaumont, Webster and
Collin.

I know.

I'm making this delivery.

You ought to stay here. Put this in my
car.

Should anyone call?

Steed, Mrs. Peel? You're well versed in
royal receptions.

I'll roll out the red carpet.

Mammy, Robert.

Help me.

Help me.

Wilmot.

I'm wrong. Wilmot.

Wilmot.

Excellent, ladies, excellent.

Now, ladies, my subject for today is
child welfare and health care.

An absorbing subject, and one you should
all pay attention to.

That's a childhood.

That's ridiculous.

That's my theory.

Where does Nanny Roberts fit in? She
creates a sense of security. She

all the more intimate details. A child's
pet name, for instance. I'm sure you

had one.

Nanny Roberts, one of them.

Well, I should think they're using her.

You know, this dream always starts with
this baby bouncer.

Hello,

Cuddles. Now relax.

There's a good boy.

Don't!

That's all right. He's touched it. He's
back in the nursery, too.

You're sure? Oh, absolutely.

This drug is an advance on all other
psychedelic drugs.

Absorbed through the skin, it produces
immediate hallucinations of infancy. But

the memory remains unaffected.

Enhanced, even, as long as they feel
secure.

They'll tell Nanny anything.

Here, cuddles.

Come here. There's a good boy.

Look what Nanny's brought you.

Come along, then.

They're the good boy.

Now then, you show Nanny where you keep
those pretty little missiles.

They're the good boy.

And another one.

There's a good boy.

Now then, Cuddles, for being such a good
boy, here's a present.

Now, he's an Indian.

You're a cowboy.

Wait, wait till Nanny's gone. Then you
can shoot him.

Off you go.

We'd better hurry. Just get the map.

Naughty, give that to Nanny.

Give it to me.

He's wearing gloves.

He's back in the nursery.

I know just how he feels.

Well, I got the plans of the missile
base.

It was child play.

Yes, it was, wasn't it?

Now pick up the map.

All the little pieces.

All? There's a good boy.

Come along.

There was a big, bad nanny. No, no, no,
no, no, no. Did they get anything from

you? Did I give away any secrets?

Well? A few minor indiscretions.

Personal details?

What do you mean?

It'll all be in the official report.

Cuddles?

Cuddle.

Cuddle.

Oh.

What do you see, Madam Peel?

You wish to know all, even if it be bad,
even if it be

sorrow. I'm braced for the worst.

I see a violent death.

Always starts that way.

I see you and I on the scene.

Something lurking in the background?

Yes. I see another violent death.

The trail's warming up. I see danger
approaching.

It comes closer.

I see you attacked by two large... What?

Things.

I dispose of them?

I do dispose of them.

No.

I do.

We are in a dark catacomb.

The villain's headquarters.

We enter. We fight.

We are hopelessly trapped.

We are seconds.

Inches away from death.

And then?

The glass has gone cloudy.

I cannot see.

Can't you just give it a... I see some
writing.

Yes. It says... Yes, yes.

Watch next week.

Is that all?

That's all.

Let me look.

I see.

Well? Uh -huh.

Thank you.