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Perfect diplomacy.

They all arrived together.

All except your man, Sir Andrew Boyd.

I do not see him.

Well, come now, Pavrea. United Europe was his idea. He's a presiding delegate.

At least allow him the vanity of a star entrance.

Ah, here he is.

Thank you, gentlemen.

It's taken him years to get them all around one table.

Going through that door will be the climax to a magnificent career, the

moment of his life.

Ah.

Where is Sir Andrew?

Next door.

Doctor's with him. How is he?

Seems all right.

A little overwrought, but he seems all right. What exactly happened?

I'm not at all sure.

Now, you and Sir Andrew are old friends. Ever known him to run from anything?

Never. Well, this time he ran. He turned and bolted like a frightened rabbit.

But the newspaper said he had a sudden attack of migraine.

Oh, that was arranged by staff here. The conference was down near wreck. Had to

tell them something.

A press that actually specialises in half -truths, Mr Peel.

Would you like to check this, my lord? It's the remainder of the follow -up

statement.

Oh, that seems fine.

Better put this out right away.

Oh, Steed.

The conference.

He reconvenes at six.

Sir Andrew's got to be there. We'll deliver him personally.

Thanks, old chap. I could depend on you.

What do you think?

Well, you know, Sir Andrew, he's not the type of man to irresponsibly turn and

run. As witness, this is a number.

Hello, Andrew.

Steed.

Hello, my dear.

Yes, obviously, this was Melford's idea, getting you here.

He was concerned.

Commendable, but quite unwarranted. I've been overdoing it. That's all temporary

blackouts. Isn't that right, Doctor?

Very likely.

Anyway, a couple of hours' sleep right now would do him the world of good.

Well, that's our cue to depart.

I'll pick you up at 5 .30.

You insist.

Well, let's say I prefer to. See you then.

Goodbye.

I'm going to get you some tablets.

Sir Andrew?

Sir Andrew!

No, Doctor.

These won't knock you out. They'll just calm you down for a while.

Help you to sleep.

Sleep's all you need.

Why don't you stretch out for an hour or two? I'll see that you're not

disturbed.

Good.

My friend Stapley certainly excelled himself. It's a great piece of double

Why Sir Andrew left the conference or how to say nothing in 500 well -chosen

words. Stapley can't help telling half -truths. He's in constant touch with

politicians. Hadn't we better be off? You told Sir Andrew 5 .30.

Steve. Andrew, we're just leaving. Are you still running the old Bentley? Of

course. Will you be coming via Spout Hill?

That's the shortest route.

Steve, when you get to Spout Hill, take it easy, will you?

Take it easy?

Yes, the hill. Treat it with respect.

All right, Andrew.

What was all that about?

Sir Andrew warning me to drive carefully.

Apart from me, you're the best driver I know.

Yes. All the same, he did seem concerned about my having an accident.

That's odd.

He even told me where.

Break the tail.

Don't pick up Sir Andrew.

I'll get this car checked.

A brake failure.

You're sure?

So it appears.

Of course, we can't be certain until it's checked.

Who tipped you off, Andrew?

What? Who warned you it was going to happen, and why didn't you come out with

right away?

Well, nobody warned me.

No person.

Oh, come now, you called me.

Take it easy down Fout Hill.

Spout Hill. That's where it happened.

Well, you must have got the information from somewhere, unless you've suddenly

become psychic.

Suppose I said I had. What would you say to that?

How do you?

Spout Hill is a black spot. I nearly bought it there myself once.

I just... I just had a feeling. That's all it was. It couldn't have been

anything else.

Well, we'd better go, Steve, haven't we? Yes, we've got more important things to

do.

How did that get there?

It isn't broken.

Are you sure you're all right?

Yes, I'm fine.

You did get some rest.

We both did.

I must have dozed off.

Right in the middle of the afternoon, too. Not like me at all.

Must be the weather.

Thank you.

What was all that about?

I was just checking to see if he had a button missing.

Well, he has.

Find what you were looking for?

No, thank goodness.

It could have been on the radio.

Did you hear the news this evening?

Yes. Was there anything about a... about a lion?

No. Why? Have you lost one? Nothing at all.

The first missing buttons on a lion.

What is it, Andrew?

A lion was the last sign.

The last thing I saw before... Before what?

Before I died.

I can't go in.

Andrew. If I do, I'll be killed. Andrew.

I'll be killed!

But he knew.

He definitely knew he was going to die.

How could he?

How do you know about the missing button on the lion?

And Spout Hill, he knew about that too.

I told you, I checked the brakes. Faulty linkage. Could happen to anyone.

But it happened exactly how and where Andrew said it would.

That does take some explaining.

Unless you believe in the sixth sense.

Premonitions, do you?

I'm not sure.

There was that horoscope of mine. Told me I'd collide with a tall, dark

stranger. And?

I ran into the back of your car, remember?

Well, that was my fault. It was those Titian tresses. They distracted me.

Who'll take over at the conference?

Lord Melford. I appreciate your calling, Steed, but quite unnecessarily, I do

assure you.

Nothing will keep me out of that conference room, so don't worry.

Come in.

Yes, Becker. The statement, sir.

About the accident.

What have you put?

Oh, yes.

Fine. You're a first -rate liar, Stapley. Thank you, sir.

To the press agency and a copy to all delegates. Fine.

Oh, Stapley, I'd like a call in the morning, please. Eight will do, and

about my car, would you?

Certainly, my lord.

Good night.

Thank you. Good night.

Are you staying here?

Oh, yes. They provide me with a suite.

Come and see where your tax goes.

Nice, isn't it? I think so.

What I'd call tasteful.

You know, Steve, I've an odd termination.

Oh. This conference could well be the turning point in my career.

But to bring it off, I shall need courage, tenacity, integrity... And a

night's sleep. Happy dreams.

Haberdashery, ladies slumberware.

I've checked security.

Seems adequate. Good. Let's retire, shall we?

Let's.

Thank you.

Your early morning call, Lord.

The car will be here in one hour.

Don't forget your case, Lord.

He's dead. Melford's dead.

Terrible accident.

Killed instantly.

Lord Melford's dead.

Melford is dead.

Welcome,

my lord. Allow me.

Oh, gee, shan't be long.

Good morning, my lord.

Good morning.

Trust you slept well?

Recently.

What you do that for?

Today's date.

I hope you're not superstitious.

No.

Come in.

Are your cars ready, my lord?

Thank you.

Stapley? Stapley!

Yes, my lord.

You've cut your face.

Oh, yes.

Yes, cut myself shaving.

Gashed myself rather badly, I'm afraid.

Didn't want to be late for the conference.

There's no light. It must be out of order.

It can't be.

It is. Let's take the stairs.

Lord Malford.

Lord Malford.

Steed.

Nothing.

It's rather warm in here.

Don't touch it.

Don't touch anything.

Careless. It's a terminal.

Swirling like that. The fool ought to be banned from the road. And why did he

have to do it now?

Thank you.

I appreciate it, mister.

Welcome, my lord. Allow me.

I can't.

I can't go in. What's wrong?

I can't.

You must.

He gave no reason.

He was panic -ridden, numb with fear, completely irrational.

By the time I got him back, he was on the point of collapse.

But why?

If Dr Evans can calm him down, I intend to find out.

And the conference?

Stapley's concocting another statement.

If they buy that, it'll be a miracle. It's already rumoured we're backing out.

We've had second thoughts.

What's Melford's financial status?

Rich as they come. Couldn't be bought.

There are other pressures.

Blackmail. I know Melford. Any trouble, he'd come straight to me.

That takes care of that.

Unless he talks, we're at a dead end.

I've given him something. You can see him now.

Good.

Steve, believe me, I need to talk to someone.

Then talk.

Come on, you can trust me.

I had, I suppose you'd call it, a premonition.

I'm childish, infantile.

But it all began with a dream.

A sort of horrific nightmare.

When was this?

Last night.

And then this morning, it began to happen.

Suddenly, I was travelling the same path that you... I know, it sounds

ludicrous, but... I could kick myself for being so foolish, but at the same

time, I thought that if I entered that conference room, I'd die.

I just knew it.

I was as certain as if I'd been facing the barrel of a gun. You're a logical

man.

I hope so.

Sir Andrew turned and fled from the conference room, exactly as you did

You think I haven't considered that? The coincidence of two men with the same

premonition, that's hard to swallow. No, someone's up to something. Someone's

trying to wreck the conference.

How? The incidents were rigged to fit your dream.

Then what about the dream itself?

How can you rig a dream?

Anyway, I told no one about it. So how could the incidents have been rigged to

fit?

Unless you know of a way of getting into a man's mind.

No, it was a sign.

A premonition of death.

I can't reason how or why.

I can only accept it.

What about Sir Andrew's premonition?

There was a difference.

His came true.

What about tomorrow?

You'll go through with it?

You'll go through that door?

I'll try.

Good. Now get some rest.

If you need me, I'm in the next room.

A premonition of death.

What about Sir Andrew?

Well, I raised the point with Melford. He had to admit there was no logical

explanation. My intuition tells me we should stick close to him.

You're psychic, Mrs Peel.

Who's for inside?

Tails. Hey -ho.

I'll be in touch.

You know my wavelength?

I do indeed.

Mrs. Peel, do you hear me?

Loud and clear.

Are we comfy?

Well, hardly luxurious.

But I've got an excellent view of Malfred's room.

Splendid. Now, in case of emergencies, don't hesitate to call.

You're too kind.

Welcome, my lord.

Allow me.

the conference.

You were in the next room. You can't explain it away now.

Explain what away? That nightmare. I had it again. The same nightmare?

More or less.

I'm sorry, Steve, but that's it. I won't be attending the conference.

Now, let's be rational.

You've had a bad dream. It was more than that. A presentiment.

Perhaps some sixth sense, some element of self -preservation.

I can't ignore it. Now, let's examine it. How did it begin?

I recall the time.

Twelve o 'clock.

My watch. The hands are at 12 o 'clock. Well, you can relax there, because it's

9 .20 now. Your meeting's 10 .30.

12 o 'clock.

You forgot to wind it.

Now, come along. Under the shower, and you'll be all right.

What else occurred in this nightmare?

Uh, well, um...

There was this mirror.

Yeah?

It was part of a cabinet.

Yes, a bathroom cabinet.

I reached for the handle.

Then what happened?

Mrs. Peel? Mrs. Peel?

Mrs. Peel?

Come in, Mrs. Peel.

I've been trying to get you for ages. Coffee or orange juice?

Both.

Should have known.

Well, that's the whole story, and Melford refuses to budge at premonition

death. First Sir Andrew, and now Melford. That crossed my mind. There

some connection.

If we could prove to him it's safe.

That also crossed it.

Take the official car.

Follow the same route that Melford's going to take. Walk through that door

ourselves. And watch out for flying chandeliers.

In Melford's dream, the next thing that happens is... A handle comes up in his

hand.

He leans forward to wind up the window.

It doesn't come off.

And then?

Machine guns.

And there's the sound of machine gunning. That doesn't seem at all

That figure.

In his nightmare, as he stepped out, he was splashed with mud from a passing

car.

Not a car in fact.

This is the last thing he sees before he goes through that door.

Good morning, Steen. Mrs. Peel.

Good morning, Slappley. Anyone in there?

Ah, no. Too early yet.

Tell me, is there a chandelier in that room?

A chandelier?

Well, I think there is, but I honestly don't know. That room's really barred to

everyone except top brass.

Has Lord Milford ever been in there?

Oh, I doubt it. No, no, he can't have.

Well, thank you.

Mrs. Peel?

Well, the hook's attached to the ceiling and it's held by a central chain.

Looks pretty solid to me.

No sound of jeery -pokery.

No. Come on down.

It's a safe apartment.

Well, I'll take your word for it that we have to convince Lord Melvin.

Especially as all the other incidents fitted in. The bathroom cabinet, the

handle, the machine gun and the chandelier.

Now, how could he have known that there was a chandelier just above the door?

There wasn't. His premonition was only 99 % right.

And then there was the mud. He missed out on that.

Ah.

I've got a premonition.

Around the block.

We got here early this morning.

Now, if Melford were coming, he'd be arriving at exactly 10 .30.

10

.30.

Let's see what happens.

Belford's nightmare.

Right on cue.

It's time we re -examine these nightmares more closely.

Here they are.

But what's the point? I've made my decision, already drafted my

Before you deliberate, have a look through those.

I really don't see what good it'll do. You will.

Recognize anyone?

Yes, of course.

All these people are connected with the conference.

I meant your nightmare.

Have another look.

That was the man by the door.

Do you know him?

Yes, his name's Becker. Albert Becker.

An official observer, apparently, for the Eastern Bloc.

Do you know where he's staying?

No, but I could find out at the Foreign Office.

Then let's do it.

This is important.

Could be. We intend to check every aspect of these...

Premonitions.

Mr. Becker?

John Steed.

Oh, yes, you were at the conference, weren't you?

Pity about your man.

The conference is finished, of course.

Temporarily.

Not a handy little tool, though I have no great admiration for the automatic

carbine. What do you mean?

Well, I feel that in the right hands, one shot should be enough.

I meant the conference. What do you mean, temporarily?

Well, it will continue, I promise you, and our man Melford will be there.

But, um...

I understood... You understood what, Mr. Becker?

Well, we've had a few minor setbacks. They're being investigated right now.

Lord Melford's not the type of man to let us down when he knows the real

You know Lord Melford?

Met him once at the door of the conference room.

I'm afraid our meeting was very brief.

That's the only time you've met him? The only time you've seen him face to face?

I wonder, Mr. Steed, would you oblige me and set up a new target?

It'll be a pleasure.

Thank you.

all right

Bye.

Welcome to Nightmare Alley.

I don't believe it. It's ridiculous.

You're asking me to accept that I was lifted from my bed, taken to some

warehouse, and there someone created my dream? Your premonition of death.

And I woke up next morning knowing nothing whatever about it. You were semi

-drug the whole time.

They manufactured a dream out of reality and then still using reality.

They started to make the dream come true. To scare you.

To stop you from ever going through that conference room door.

I never imagined you'd go to these lengths. Making up a tale like that.

immoral. Just to get me to go to that conference. Now, this is the air gun

they used. It fires soluble anesthetic darts. Puts you out in a couple of

seconds. Leaves no trace.

There's a slight feeling of discomfort wherever it happens to pierce the skin.

You don't really expect me to believe that. Oh, dear, I was afraid I was going

to have to convince you. Sorry.

What the devil do you think you're doing?

They must have used it on Mrs. Peel and myself so that they could carry on their

activities undisturbed.

Ready?

Ready?

Ready.

Where would they have begun?

You see, George, it can be done.

It was done to you and for Andrew.

Now, to prove this to you, we were going to take you through the whole sequence

of events, but you were so strongly conditioned, the mere sight of the phone

started it. Everything you see here are props.

Just props.

Your nightmare was a reality.

But they made you believe that it was a dream.

Then it was easy enough to make the dream come true.

They had to wreck the conference, but they couldn't do it openly.

So they instilled into you a premonition.

Of foreboding.

The delegates will be on their way to the airport by now.

We'll need more than a few props to convince them.

We'll need to tell them who these people are. We'll need to name names. The key

lies somewhere in the nightmare, I'm sure of it. I've told you all I can

remember. Think back. Any tiny incident. Anything.

I'm sure we've covered everything.

Watch. Briefcase.

Lift.

Site list.

Calendar. Phone.

Yes, of course.

There was something else.

Stapley.

Christine, Mrs. Peel. Are you leaving, Stapley?

Yes, there's nothing for me to do here.

When Melford didn't show, the delegates walked out. I did my best, but I can't

say I blame them.

There's little hope of a united Europe now.

Leaving the smaller nations at the mercy of any aggressor? The effects will

certainly be far -reaching. Still, there's nothing we can do now.

We could issue a further statement informing the delegates of a deliberate

to wreck the conference.

By whom?

Well, how about you for a start?

I don't know what you mean.

Supposed to have cut himself shaving. He healed very quickly.

But do you, Mrs. Peel?

Being peace -loving, I do so abhor violence.

But you'll leave us no alternative.

In there.

Steed. Steed.

Oh, there you are.

I'm having a terrible nightmare.

Oh? I was being stifled with infants, bound with falcon cords. I was being

beaten mercilessly with a large bunch of black grapes.

I can imagine.

I had a dream, too.

Oh, did you?

It all began with you suggesting a theatre.

Really? Yes, and there I was, sitting in the centre store.

Oh, which row?

D, 11 and 12.

Extraordinary. Do you remember the show?

Yes, it was a musical.

Gay, lilting melodies, Parisian setting. You must have second sight. I did get a

couple of tickets.

No, really?

Yes. French musical, Rodi, 11 and 12.

I don't believe it. Well, here we... Funny, I've got to swoop.

Shall we go?

I'd hate to miss the curtain.