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Yes, sir.

Are they coming?

They arrived at the airport an hour ago.

Then they'll be here soon.

To kill me?

Yes, sir.

We'd better get on with it.

Hurry! I'm ready.

I give it into your hands, Zoltan.

Do with it what must be done.

Goodbye, Zoltan.

Goodbye, sir.

I hear.

But too late, Dalton.

I cheated them.

I cheated them.

He's dead, Sidney.

Dead.

He can't be.

Why didn't Trump 4 ,000 miles to meet up with the dead man?

How dare he die before we had a chance to kill him?

I won't allow it!

Where's the falcon dagger?

You are John Steed? Yes.

I've got something for you. Me?

Can I come in?

Of course.

We are alone in this apartment, sir.

Just the two of us.

You said you had something for me.

Yes, sir.

This.

Just this.

No message? No, sir.

Only that it was my master's dying wish that you should inherit the piece.

Who is your... I mean, who was your master?

He wished to remain anonymous.

Did I know it? He wished to remain anonymous. But surely you can give me

Anonymous.

And now, sir, if you'll excuse me, I have much to do.

I hope, sir, that the dagger will bring you all the things my master wished for

you

Humbert! Hurry!

I am doing my best, Sidney.

The fates are against us. A flat tire now!

Now!

This delay is giving our competitors too great an advantage.

Even now they may be already seeking out the man's steed.

Even now they may be gathering like jackals.

Hurry, Humbert! Hurry!

Tara! I can't stay. I've just dropped in to have a drink between parties.

Between parties?

Yes, I've just come from one.

I've got another four to go to.

I thought you didn't like parties.

No, I don't really. That's why I'm trying to get them all in in one

Are you having a good time so far?

I've met three princes, eight lords, 14 baronets, 21

viscounts. A veritable potty of peers.

I dance with them all.

I just wish you'd been there.

That's a very nice thought. I am rather busy. I've got to get the plane flying.

Aren't you a little young for that sort of thing?

It's for my nephew's tenth birthday.

Oh, when's that?

Three years ago.

The instructions are very hard to follow.

New, isn't it?

They say it takes a six -year -old four hours to do one of these.

Yes, I got it tonight.

Tonight? A bequest from an unknown benefactor.

Valuable.

I shouldn't think so.

I think it looks a bit Chinese.

It doesn't say Chinese to me.

Well, I'll check on it.

Weren't you going to have another drink?

Oh, no, I can't.

I've got to dash off and change for another party.

Good night.

Have a good party.

Back to the drawing board.

Thank you.

Won't you join me?

It is, uh, poison.

Poison? Certainly not.

Poison will destroy the bouquet.

I introduce myself.

I, Guriki.

Misty. You know, I'm liking your style, Steve. Most good.

I drink to you.

Thank you. I'll get you another.

Oh, Gorky's enjoying hospitality.

I am glad.

You know, Mr. Steed, you are seeming a man of great reasonableness.

Therefore, I'm not beating about the trees.

Well, that's very decent of you.

I give you $500 ,000, Mr.

Steed.

Well, that more than covers the cost of two broken glasses.

I have another. Thanking you.

And now to business.

Half a million dollars.

How are you paying to that?

What's that in Guinness? All right, all right. So you're making bargains, huh?

I'll give you three quarters of a million. But this is my final offer. I

not move from that figure.

That's very generous of you. They say nothing.

So you are playing cunning, Fox, huh?

But you are too clever for old Gorky. What? Old Gorky is a good loser.

Old Gorky knows when old Gorky is beaten.

One million dollars.

That's a great deal. Steve, you are driving the hard bargain.

But old Gorky, laugh a little.

And old Gorky, cry a little. And give you a check. You will accept a check.

Mr. Gorky, I have nothing to say. Steve, I will be pushed no further. One

million, yes or no?

No. No.

Old Gorky does not forgive easily.

You will live to regret that you did not accept my offer.

For I shall have it, Steed.

It will be mine.

I warn you, Steed. Old Gorky make an ugly enemy. Frankly, old Gorky would

an equally ugly friend.

It's all right.

You'll be all right. I'll get a doctor here.

No. There's no time. Old Gorky.

Nonsense.

Soon, Olgurk, you will be in that great country in the sky. Please, final wish.

What's that?

Final glass of champagne.

You are a good man, Olstead.

Olgurk. Gorky, give you advice.

Get rid of it, or else I kill you also.

Get rid of what?

Gorky. Oh, Gorky.

Dr. Winter?

Oh, it's Steve.

Can you come around here, right away?

Yes, it is urgent very urgent.

Thank you

How

are you good

evening

Now, you want a laundry? You want a curious oriental artefact?

No, neither. I want a professional opinion about something I've got.

Me got plenty stock.

Me not buying.

Me not selling.

I just want to show you this and ask if you think it's of Chinese origin.

Ah, most likely made in the province of...

Where you get this, missy?

It belongs to a friend of mine.

Do you think it is Chinese?

Perhaps.

It is only a worthless trinket.

Oh. But I will find out.

Have book of all knowledge.

Back room.

You stay, please.

Hello, old chap.

Yes, me.

Tell me.

Are you still interested in the Dagger of a Thousand Deaths?

Yes, the Falcon Dagger.

Yes, yes, I'm sure.

A girl brought it to me.

Yes.

Yes, I'll keep her here.

Dr. Vinpervy, yes?

Oh, good.

Dr.

Winter asked me to call. I am his assistant.

I'm pleased to see you. Do come in.

He's over there.

Hot water.

Lots of it.

Do you want something, Doctor?

Just a place to put my hat.

Don't you want to examine the patient?

Ah, the patient.

Examine him, yes.

Well?

What symptoms did he exhibit before he collapsed?

Don't the bullet holes in his coat give you the teeniest clue?

Bullet holes?

Ah, yes.

This man has been shot, Mr. Pete. That's right, Doctor.

Never mind. We can work on it today. Soon have him up and about.

This man is dead, Doctor.

You'll not be alone.

Don't move. I've got you covered. With a stethoscope?

Don't move again.

Who are you?

Where is it?

Where is what?

Do not play games with me, Steed. I know it is here somewhere, otherwise you

would not have shot old Gorky. He came to get it and failed.

I shall not.

Just what is it you're looking for?

I'm asking you for the last time.

Where is it?

I fear to have no alternative.

I'll get it for you.

I've got a feeling it's going to be one of those days.

Listen, you've been very kind, but it's awfully late and I must go.

No go, Missy. You stay. I make you jasmine tea.

Very good. Make tea for yourself, but I've got to go.

Five minutes more, Missy.

Now you get home and see a doctor, Doctor.

Good night.

Good night.

near it now.

Feel it.

Smell it. All around.

Like the perfume from some rare and exotic blossom.

Come to the sweet smell of success.

It is near.

We have but to reach out and grasp it to take that delicate blossom in our hands

and crush its petals to inhale the perfume of triumph.

Don't crush the fabric.

What is it?

When I kill him, how do you want it done?

We're not going to kill him, Umbridge.

I've been making some inquiries about this man's steed. Violence is no use.

Subtlety is what is needed.

Subtlety. But after we've been linked and I kill him... Have I ever broken a

promise to you?

Frequently.

Only in matters beyond my control.

Come, we've work to do.

Mr. Steed, may I introduce myself?

Sidney Street Esquire.

My colleague, Humbert Green.

How do you do?

May we talk with you, sir, on a matter of some delicacy?

Oh, matters of delicacy always appeal to me. Won't you come in? Thank you, sir,

thank you.

I can use the mess. It's been a busy evening. Can I get you a drink?

A little quinine water, will you, please, sir? Legacy from a lifetime in

tropics. How about you?

Nothing, thank you.

I may have to operate later.

Are you a surgeon?

It's just a hobby with me.

Those shoes.

It's got to be slattery.

Judging by the look of them, he's had some hard times.

He's had hard times.

Who else is under there?

Oppenheimer and old Gorky.

Slattery. Oppenheimer, Gorky.

We may have underestimated Steed. He could be dangerous.

Thank you, sir. Thank you.

You mentioned a matter of... Delicacy, sir.

Delicacy.

You've recently come into position with a knife, a dagger.

That's true.

You know something about it?

Oh, I do, sir. Indeed, I do.

That worthless trinket was once the property of my Aunt Amelia.

Rest her soul.

She's dead.

I hope so, sir. She's been buried some years.

Forgive the levity, sir. A small jest to lighten the burden of the tale, I have

to tell.

About the dagger.

Quite so, sir, quite so.

So, well, after my aunt's death, a few paltry possessions were sold. The

a trivial piece, was passed from hand to hand. It's taken me many years to trace

it. Does it have some special significance?

It does, sir. It certainly does. That dagger holds a wealth of childhood

memories for me.

Oh, picture.

If you can.

A small boy.

Clutched in his innocent home.

His savings.

A single shilling.

Yes.

Did he want ice cream?

Did he want candy?

No, sir.

He wanted merely to buy for that dear silver -haired old lady a small gift.

And there she was lying in her bed of pain.

How touching.

The angelic child.

Took his shilling and purchased the dagger.

And his golden locks streaming in the wind, he ran to his aunt.

Clutching the dagger in his hand, he... He stabbed her.

He puts it on the bedside table.

Her old eyes filled with tears.

And she smiled. A little smile. That...

That worthless Gigi, or that valueless knick -knack, became her most loved

possession.

And do you know, sir, who that little boy was?

You?

You're obviously a man of considerable perception, sir.

So call me a sentimental old man, if you like. But to me, that dagger is a

treasure house of memory, a repository of boyhood dreams, a remembrance of a

fine... And selfless woman.

And you'd like to have it back?

It would make an old man very happy.

Mr. Street, your story is very moving.

I'd be delighted to give it to you.

Generous, sir. Most generous.

Unfortunately, I no longer have it.

I gave it to a friend.

The name, sir.

The name of your friend.

And if you do recall the name of your friend... I'll advise you.

Thank you, sir. Thank you.

She must have been a very wonderful woman, Sidney.

Who? Your aunt.

Get out!

I was just going to change.

Exactly how many people have been killed since you've heard this thing?

Three.

Four.

Well, obviously there must be some connection.

Not yet.

But, Sidney, you said I could... Subtlety, Humbert. Subtlety.

We wait.

They must have followed me here.

Do you know them?

Dagger. Fanthius.

Then this little thing is behind it all.

And that man in the curio shop was trying to delay me.

He knew much more than he was sick. And those two down there?

We've waited long enough.

Long enough.

I

think

I'd better go back there.

I think we both ought to go back.

Back where? The back way.

Just don't make them like they used to. That's the age of the amateur.

No pride in their craft.

Better find out who he is.

Find something?

He seems to know Dickens. A lot of people call Dickens.

This way, Humboldt.

Shall we go?

This way, Humboldt.

It's kosher.

Kosher, but kosher.

A barbarian. The kind of man who brings the art of murder to disrepute. It's

criminal.

What now, Sidney?

After the moment. After the moment.

Where are we

going? Where are we going?

Philosophers have asked that question for a thousand years.

Quo vadis whither goest thou?

Man's eternal search for his destiny. You may well ask, where are we going?

Where are we going?

Turn left. Next slide.

Steve?

I think we're being followed.

By whom?

By just about everybody.

Why would you lose them?

Would you?

Where now?

Back down there, first left.

Haven't changed a bit.

You've been here before? Not so much. I was just playing here. Cowboys and

Indians. Doctors and nurses.

Steve. Running through the shrubbery.

Whooping and jumping.

Climbing, falling.

The treehouse.

The dagger.

Don't you think you ought to find out who left it to you?

Well,

who actually gave it to you?

Zoltan the Terrible. Who?

A Rattler, 405th.

Lost him all.

No wonder they called him Terrible.

Ah, Harry the Dragon.

Perfect. Quite.

I'm off to the carrier shop. What are you going to do?

Consulting with Dickens, Dickens, Dickens and Dickens.

Come in.

Afternoon. Good afternoon, young gentleman.

I should like to see Mr. Dickens.

Mr. Dickens passed away some 50 years ago. Oh, dear, nothing serious, I hope.

And how about Mr. Dickens? Gone, I'm afraid.

Gone, gone, gone.

Not forgotten, I'm sure. And Mr. Dickens?

In that case, I should like to have a word with Mr...

Dickens. At your service.

My name is Steed, John Steed. I wonder if you have any record of a bequest for

me. A fairly recent will.

Steed?

Steed? Do you know the name of your benefactor?

Unfortunately not. The inheritance came anonymously.

Perhaps you care to be seated.

It may take a little time, young gentleman.

And now,

my dear Fräulein King, to business.

Last night you came here with a certain article.

I sent my man Gregor to relieve you of it.

As he has not returned, I must presume he has failed.

He's dead.

A very feeble excuse for failure.

However, you have the falcon dagger.

I want it.

Well, you're not going to get it.

I like a woman with courage.

And believe me, Fräulein King, You will need every ounce of courage you possess

to resist my persuasion.

You're wasting your time.

We have ways of finding out.

Prepare her.

Steal.

Yes, of course.

Silly of me.

John Steed.

Three stable mules in the county of London.

That's right. Of course, of course.

Oh, you should have this, Saul.

Steed.

Welcome back, Fraulein King.

We are now ready to discuss the whereabouts of the falcon dagger.

I don't know where the dagger is.

Come now. Let us not play games.

What is it about this dagger? Why do they all want it?

Greed, Fraulein King.

When it was known that your friend Steed had inherited the knife, men gathered

like birds of carrion from the four corners of the earth.

Avid.

Covetous, rapacious, all desperate to own that cursed blade.

What do you mean, cursed?

It brought death to all who have owned it.

Then why would anyone want it?

I have talked enough.

Now it is your turn.

Where is the falcon dagger?

I told you, I don't know.

You give me no alternative.

How long?

The Chinese water torture.

You will talk eventually.

Where is it, Miss King?

Where is the falcon dagger?

It is quite simple to put an end to this.

Just tell me what I wish to know.

Good evening.

Chinese water torture.

Interesting with a trifle archaic, don't you think, Umbridge?

Have no fear, madam.

These gentlemen will do you no further harm. Unless then we could pool our

knowledge and resources.

Associate with a rogue like you?

Never, sir.

Humboldt, you will regret this.

Sweet! I promise you, you will regret this.

Now, madam.

I don't know who you are, sir, but thank you very much.

A few more minutes and I would have told them everything they wanted to know.

Now, madam, tell me.

Now, child, the dagger.

It's over there.

No.

There's another form of Chinese torture, Mr. Street.

Equally effective.

Now it's your turn to tell me all you know about the dagger.

Please, madam, this is... Not till you start talking.

It's the key.

It's the key to a vast fortune.

A hidden treasure.

What do you mean, key?

Nobody knows.

But legend has it that the dagger will show where the treasure's hidden.

And who gave the dagger to Steed?

Henley Farrow.

I wish you wouldn't do that sort of thing.

Excuse me, it's my overdeveloped sense of the dramatic.

What are you doing here, anyway?

Paying my last respects to my unknown benefactor, Henley Farrow.

An old friend?

Quite the reverse.

An old enemy.

Looks well, doesn't he?

If he's an old enemy, why do you think he left you a fortune?

Fortune?

That's why I'm here.

I found out the truth about this from Sidney Street.

He told you?

Voluntarily? He was a good boy.

This is the key to a buried treasure.

Believe it or not.

Treasure?

Do you believe it?

Well, obviously a lot of people would.

Now, I can't possibly...

They take it very seriously, don't they?

Why do you think Farrow left it to you? Do you think he had a twinge of

conscience trying to make up for the power?

Not Farrow.

He was a liar, a thief, a creep, a cold -blooded murderer.

Don't move.

What is it?

Coming on your back.

A spider?

A pattern.

Please forgive me for disturbing you, but do

carry on digging.

We, the interested parties, have formed a consortium, a unity, strangely.

But please do continue digging.

Oh, yes, of course.

When we have found what we are seeking, you will continue to dig a hole just

large enough and deep enough to contain two people.

What are we looking for?

A pearl, sir.

A pearl of great price.

A monstrous pearl, black as night and spawned up by some gigantic mollusk

time began. The largest.

Is this what you're looking for?

For 20 years, I've sorted from the teeming waterfront of Hong Kong to the

alleyways of Morocco.

And now, at last, it's within my grasp.

Open it.

Open the box, sir.

Good evening, gentlemen.

Steed, Miss King.

I'm so glad you could all come.

You're alive!

I was never dead.

A drug that simulates death, am I? As always, Steed, you're perfectly correct.

Perhaps you care to drop your gun, Mr. Speed?

It might be advisable.

So you're all here.

You planned this, sir. Why?

When I found the pearl, I knew that you would seek me out and never rest until

you'd found me and killed me.

You made it known that I'd inherited the dagger.

Then when the others came out into the open, you... Zoltan killed them, or they

killed one another.

And now it only remains for me to thank you all for coming and to bid you

goodbye.

Now we can have some nice warm clothes at last. New shoes for you and a new

thumbscrew for me.

Where's the big one?

This is the big one.

I thought everyone knew.

Pearls dissolve in wine.

Never mind. Make a very nice tie -pin.

I was going to be disgustingly.

Filthy, decadently rich.

A yacht. A mansion.

Women. Mine.

Don't remind me.

Been very nice meeting you, sir and madam.

At least we're leaving things as we found them.

Is there something else we could steal?

There comes to mind a certain bird, a statuette thing, a Maltese, I believe,

belonging to some brothers.

Would you care to join me?

In the world's most expensive drink.

Steed, I've got a... What is it?

What's the matter?

Roger Finn's left to me.

Oh, no, not another bequest.

It's more serious than that.

Do you know, I've discovered what was wrong.

The Roger Fins should have been on the left. They were actually on the right.

I see.

Well, in this place, Roger Finn, even the Wright brothers would have been

confused by that.

Well, what do you think the problem was? Did you have the plans upside down?

Wrong plans altogether. If I'd gone on with these, I would have ended up with

a... Jumbo Jet.

Oh, well, is it all right now?

Right.

Now, to use an old -fashioned phrase, she's off on her maiden flight.

Can I help?

No, no, solo flight, stand clear.

Oh, standing clear.

Ah, she's going great now.

It all depends on the grudges, you see.

The last of the few.

Never mind.

To the first of the many.

Very thoughtful of you.