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Feel. You're needed.

How are you feeling now?

Much better, thank you.

You'll have to stay off that leg for a while. Lucky for you, you didn't break

it. As it is, your tango may be irreparably damaged.

Lucky you happened to drop by.

What did bring you here, by the way?

I was going to ask you to drive me to Exmoor.

What or who is at Exmoor?

The Cavalier of Ruthicana.

Sounds like an opera.

He happens to be one of the greatest bridge players in Europe. He read my

article recently.

So did I.

All bids, no trumps, and mathematics. It was very confusing.

Anyway, he wanted to meet me. Oh.

Invited me down to his home for the weekend.

Oh. The Cavalier is 75.

Oh. Well, never mind. You know what a rejuvenating effect you have. You've

me feel better.

Oh, well, almost.

It's quite a privilege to meet the Cavalier. He hardly ever sees anyone.

Well, don't let me delay you.

You're sure you'll be all right?

Quite sure.

Wish I could come with you, but you can see how it is

Be good

Hello, Steve. Come in, come in. Very good to see you.

Hello.

You run into counter -espionage, tangled with the minions of a mastermind? Far

more sinister.

Fell down the stairs.

Oh.

Care for a drink?

Thanks, but I just popped by to warn you.

Do you remember Max Prendergast?

Remember him? How could I forget him? He's out.

He broke out of jail two weeks ago.

Two weeks, eh?

The German authorities didn't think to tell us until they realized he was

heading our way.

We're pretty sure he has to eat, perhaps in London.

Max Prendergast.

You know what kind of man he is, that mad, warped sense of humor.

Yes, I know. Will you tell Mrs. Peel?

Well, she was more involved with Prendergast than anyone. She ought to be

warned, don't you think?

I'll tell her on Monday.

Monday?

I'll tell her on Monday. I don't want to spoil her weekend.

Good afternoon.

I'm Emma Peel.

Hello.

The Cavalier is expecting me. Told me.

I'm Ola.

Ola Monesley Chamberlain.

Isn't that a shriek?

Monesley was a pirate.

I was on the bed when you rang.

I'm a bit late, I'm afraid. I got locked a couple of times.

I'm not surprised.

This place is the end of the world, isn't it?

I'm not surprised you got lost.

I like your coat.

My, thank you. I was reading.

An Italian book. I don't understand Italian at all.

The words are so nice and rolling.

Dove lingresso.

Could almost say that around a lollipop, couldn't you?

You're not a dentist by any chance, are you?

No. I've got two fillings in my front teeth.

Uh -huh. See?

I used to wear a brace.

But it hurt.

Nice hurt.

Miss Chamberlain, don't you think you ought to tell Sir Cavalier?

Tell him what?

That I'm here.

Oh.

Didn't I mention it?

He isn't here.

Isn't here?

No. He was called away to a meeting in London.

The IBPC.

The International... Something.

Bridge Players Convention.

Yes, that's right.

A fussy old conference.

Fussy is a dreamy word, isn't it?

All sort of attic -y and mildew -y.

straight teeth, haven't I?

Awfully. When will he be back?

Back? Who?

Sir Cavalier.

Oh, late at night sometimes.

Oh, and he apologised.

He said he was very sorry and I was to look after you until he got back.

Yes.

That's what Uncle Cavalier said.

Would you like to see your room now?

Thank you.

Cavalier. Are you related?

Not really.

I'm his ward.

Mummy and he were awfully good friends.

Mummy's dead now, and he looks after me.

Well, I look after him, really.

He's such an old dear.

He's old, I mean.

Not a bit dodgy. He really understands me.

Good for Uncle.

About 1620, isn't it? I don't know. I don't really know about these things at

all. This house is rather dreamy, especially at night.

Are you afraid of the dark?

No, not really.

I love the dark.

All the time.

Full of all sorts of creeps and crawls and chill spines. Full of

all sorts of...

Tingles. All sorts of things.

There.

It's charming.

It is nice, isn't it?

Especially the bed.

Ola Monesy Chamberlain.

Monesy Hyphen Chamberlain.

So you said. You know what the hyphen is, don't you? A bar sinister.

That's what it used to mean in the old days.

Did I tell you about Mosey?

A pirate. We've had them all in our family, you know.

Pirates, judges, soldiers, nuns, and you.

I'm an actress.

Oh, what have you done recently?

I've only just become an actress.

I'd rather be a nun, really.

Making Benedictine and stuff.

Monk.

They're a monk.

I bet you could be smuggled in.

Never had a smuggler in the family.

Mosey was a pirate, though. That's almost the same thing, isn't it?

You've never had a smuggler.

Or a surgeon.

Or a dentist.

Have I shown you my teeth?

Frequently.

We never had a politician, either.

Ah, now that could be a blessing in disguise.

Or a murderer.

Stop.

Surely you don't run this place on your own.

We're sort of in -between housemaids.

It's the end of the world here, so nobody stays for long.

And you don't mind being on your own?

But I'm not, am I?

There's you now, isn't there?

There's you.

Well, George, my fall down the stairs was no accident.

It was someone playing a joke on me.

You don't mean it was done deliberately.

That's exactly what I do mean.

I see. What about Mrs. Peel?

Well, that's why I called you.

I want you to find the address and all the information you can muster on Sir

Cavalier Ruth Icana.

He's always served at 8 o 'clock in this house.

It's the one thing that Uncle Cavalier is really strict about.

Well, hadn't we better wait for him? He's going to be late.

He insisted you should start without him.

Anyway, it's ready.

How do you know your uncle's going to be late?

Your uncle?

How do you know he's going to be late?

Oh, he phoned me.

If you sit there.

They're very friendly.

I play to them.

Great scenes of desperate tragedy.

I want to make them weep.

It's fish.

And the wine's red.

It's all I could find. The wine cellar's locked up.

Doesn't your uncle trust you?

Oh, no. He always locks it up when he goes away for any length of... I

adore red wine, don't you?

Dark.

Blood red.

But it is fish.

I'm not particular.

That's all right, then.

I'm bringing me to you. Aren't you joining me?

I'm slimming.

It's important for an actress to keep her figure. That's for Uncle Cavalier

he gets back.

What do?

Back with the phone.

Yes, I heard.

A friend of mine in the village, she's been taken ill.

Oh, I'm sorry.

She wants me to go over right away.

Then you must.

But Uncle Cavalier isn't back yet, and you'll be all... Oh, you mustn't be

worried about that.

But I don't want to leave you here all alone.

I shall be perfectly all right.

It's five miles.

The village, it's five miles away.

Even if I cut across the fields.

I mean, it's a long way.

Do you drive?

Yes. Then take my car. Here are the keys. I was going to put it in the

after dinner.

Are you sure?

You'll be stuck here.

You won't be able to leave.

Why should I want to?

You go along to your friend and I'll tell your uncle when he arrives.

You won't like it here all alone.

I'm not nervous. I'll probably read a book.

I read Italian books.

Yes, you told me.

Hadn't you better hurry?

There was something else.

Lock the door.

That's it.

Lock the door after me.

Mein Liebling, Matt Rose.

Yes? Yes, what is it?

Don't you recognize me?

No, should I?

No, I am traveling incognito.

It's foggy and damp. You'll catch cold.

You are telling me who you are and what exactly you want.

I could be the Baron von Duffy looking for a new stately home.

I might buy this place.

Cash.

Entire grounds.

Fabric contents.

It's not for sale.

You doubt me.

But it could be true, couldn't it? You don't know for a fact that I'm not the

Baron von Duffy. Do you know how late it is?

It's the jalopy.

My car over there has run out of petrol.

Well, why couldn't you say so in the first place?

I don't see a car.

Well, you wouldn't, would you? Not in this fog.

But it's there.

What are you doing? The fog.

It's your phone I'm after.

Big property deal.

I want to buy land.

I want to expand, develop.

I want to build skyscrapers.

I also want a gallon of petrol for my car, or else I'll have to walk home.

My feet would be sore.

You do have a phone. Yes, there's a phone.

Are you all alone in this great big house?

Here is the phone.

Thanks. Don't mention it.

Plastic surgery.

That's why you didn't recognize me. Plastic surgery.

I've had my face fixed. Amazing what they can do, isn't it? Will you please

on with your call?

I'm not really the Baron von Dorfee.

He's a much smaller man.

Also, he's dead.

All right.

All right.

Make the call.

This is a strange situation, isn't it?

What do you mean? Tender young woman, alone in this great big house.

Mysterious stranger comes to the door.

May I use your phone?

She admits him.

He picks up the phone.

The wires have been cut.

The wires have been cut.

I mean it.

Look.

Ta -ta -ta -ta.

You have the number? I've already tried. The line's dead.

And another thing.

Sir Cavalier Rusicana left the country four days ago, a holiday abroad.

Officially, that house is empty.

Little Dayton. That's the other side of Exmoor, isn't it? Yes.

It'll take us some time to get there. If we get there.

Fog. It's thicker than pea soup in that area. We may not get through.

We've got to get through. Come on.

No.

It's a razor blade on the back of the card, see?

It's a darn fool thing for anyone to do, isn't it?

And for you.

And for you.

Any luck?

Nothing. Not even a pair of pliers.

Wire and pliers is what you need to mend that bone.

The extension of death is dead, too.

Dead?

You.

You did it to keep me here.

Now, why would I want to do that?

I've got vitality, charm.

You've got a vivid imagination.

Why is your car parked in the driveway?

This house is a good half mile from the road. You must have been on your way

here. That's right.

Why? Who were you coming to see?

No one. I knew I was running out of gas.

I saw your light and I thought I might be able to use the phone. What light?

can't see the house from the road. Through the trees. In thick fog.

All right, so I knew the house was here.

I've told you.

Property is my business.

The Baron von Dorfee.

He is dead.

Yes, he's dead. And here I am alone in this great big house with you.

I'm not alone.

Oh, come now. Surely you're not trying to tell me someone else is hiding.

No, nobody's hiding. I'm expecting company.

The owner of this house, the Cavalier, he'll be back soon.

In this fog, he'll never make it. No one will.

And then there's Ola.

Ola.

Oh, yes.

Ola.

She's dead, too.

I killed her, like the Baron von der Fee.

Cut her into teeny tiny pieces and scattered her around.

Take a look into the garden.

That's Ola all over.

I told you I was travelling incognito.

It's a fact.

What do you think of that?

I think it's late, I'm tired, and I want to go to bed.

In that case, how would you like me to tuck you up?

In that case, how would you like me to break your arm

out?

No, no.

I've had enough of you.

You're not throwing me out. I'm really throwing you out. On a night like this?

Frightened? No, I think I'd prefer to be out there. This place disturbs me.

You can tell the owner I have decided definitely not to buy. This place is not

grand enough for my retinue. All right.

I take back what I said. I don't think you are alone in the house.

Take a look in the dining room.

Thank you.

At the minute, there's only half.

The screen.

You haven't given us the screen.

Ah!

Is that good enough?

We'll make it easy for you.

Who is it?

My love, my beautiful rose,

I think of your smile, I think of your eyes,

I think of the beautiful hours.

Every time we kiss, I'm helpless.

My love, my beautiful rose, helpless

in your arms.

Ich bin ganz verliebt. Ich lieb dich.

Ich bin glaube dein Wunsch.

Im Trauma erscheint du mir.

Junge, tater, rot.

Every time I wake up, I think of you, my dear, my

beautiful.

All right.

Stand up and turn around.

Stand up!

Does it peel?

Does it peel?

Ich denk an dein Augen, ich denk der schönen Stunden.

Jedes Mal wir Kuss, bin ich hilflos.

Mein Lieb, mein schöner Ruhm.

Hilflos in dein Arme, hilflos zu deinem Scham.

Hilflos in deiner Nähe.

Ich bin ganz verliebt, ich lieb dich.

Ich bin Sklave dein Wunsch.

Im Trauma erscheinst du mir.

Junge Natharos.

Jedmal ich wach, denk ich an dich.

Emma.

Emma Peel.

Dear Emma.

Emma.

Who are you? Just a friend, Emma. An old friend.

I don't want to frighten you, dear Emma.

Just step out so I can see you.

A quiet little chat, that's all I want.

About old times.

I don't know you.

Oh, yes, you know me.

Then show yourself. Where are you? I'm everywhere, Emma. Everywhere you might

run to. I am inescapable.

I might be here, you see.

Or I might be right behind you.

Do you see me?

Am I close enough to stretch out my hand and touch you?

The key has gone, Emma.

You won't get out that way.

Oh, but I'm frightening you again. I don't want to frighten you. The point of

return, Emma.

Now you have to commit yourself.

It's a puzzle, isn't it? Which way will it be? Where, oh, where?

Back up the stairs?

Into my arms?

Or here. Here, Emma, where I am waiting for you.

It's such a pleasure to see you again.

Your face was always so perfectly symmetrical.

Not an eye out of place.

I've thought of you often, you know.

And I like to think that just one in a while you have thought of me. Who are

you?

Remember that, Emma.

You are right.

It is a rather brutal language.

My love, my rose, my tender, beautiful rose.

Yes, I've thought of you often, my dear.

Berlin, not long ago.

I think for one reason or another, Berlin has become the most exciting city

Europe. Certainly the most dangerous.

There you see.

You knew all along, didn't you?

Max Prendergast.

You were always teasing me so charmingly. Those days were too few.

But I can always be grateful for him and to you. I love you, you know.

And that last day.

I was leaving for real, but I had to see you before I left.

I'd forgotten.

Had you? I hadn't. You wouldn't let me leave.

I kept telling you I had a plane to catch, but you wouldn't let me go. You

flattered me outrageously. How could I refuse?

What is it you want?

Just a chat.

A quiet chat.

There were roses in the room that day.

Roses.

And we kept playing that tune over and over, meine Liebe, meine Rosa, over and

over. That wasn't quite fair of you, Emma. You knew I had a plane to catch.

But you planned it that way, didn't you?

You and that man's deed, delaying me, keeping me there.

Yeah. And then the police and the handcuffs.

You betrayed me, Emma.

You made a business of betrayal.

My dear, a few insignificant refugees.

No human life is insignificant.

You can't justify the suffering you inflicted.

That man upstairs.

Man? Oh, yes, yes, I had to kill him. You shouldn't have made me miss that

plane, Emma.

I loved you, you know.

That was your weakness.

The melody has lost its sweetness.

They destroyed me, you know.

Being shut up inside that place, it killed me. I died.

They give you magazines to read, you know. And sometimes I'd find a

of you.

And when I saw your face, I'd cut it out with plastic scissors.

Because they only let you have plastic scissors. And plastic scissors aren't

nearly sharp enough. Keep away.

Keep away.

I warn you.

Stay back.

You see, Emma, I'm not alone anymore.

He's going to kill you.

He said I could watch.

One more step and I shoot.

I'm dead, Emma.

You can't kill me twice.

He said I could watch.

You're the blank.

Thank you.

My love, my rose.

Oh dear, do you think I frightened him?

Can I take you home?

Or would you like to stay until Monday?

It's been quite a night.

Well, it's morning now.

The fog's lifted.

Let's get a breath of fresh air.

Red 8 on black 9.

I've seen that.

Then why didn't you do it?

I was faving it till later. I was favoring it.

This too?

Solitaire, as the word implies, is a game for one person. I know.

Highly antisocial. Let me show you a trick.

Now then, take a card.

Memorize it.

Don't show it to me. Now then, put it back.

Quick shuffle. Think of a number.

Uh... Six.

Six.

One, two, three, four, five, six.

There's your card.

No, it isn't.

Cheat. Right.

Now, I'll show you one. You take two cards.

Mm -hmm.

Add up the numbers.

Some of the two equal the vintage year of this champagne.

Now, that's one trick I won't spoil.