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When?

Not long. I mean exactly when.

12th. We kill John Steed at 12 noon.

12 noon.

Do you know, Rhonda, I absolutely abhor
noise.

What I like about you is your complete
noiselessness, a rare quality in a

No, no, no. Don't spoil it. Don't say
anything.

Put the silencers on and reduce them to
a muffled buzz.

Yes, what?

Steve?

Do I sound like Steve?

No. You sound touchy and irritable.

Mother! Yes.

Mother, Miss King.

What are you doing at Steve's pub?

Occupying it.

Listen, is Steve having a party or
something?

I can soon get over there and join in.

No.

I am just borrowing Steve's apartment
whilst my own chambers are being

redecorated.

Isn't it the genius bit crowded there?

I'll say it is.

No, no, no, no. Steve's not here. He
went to Department F.

Department F?

Is he badly hurt? Oh, how is he?

As well as can be expected.

I'm not going to see him. Can that be
arranged?

I suppose so.

You know the drill.

We'd better synchronize our watches.

9 .47 and 35 seconds.

Right. You can go in at 10 .30
precisely.

Right. And when I say precisely, I mean
precisely.

One half second the wrong way and you'll
be dead, Miss King.

Quite dead.

A breakout?

Any idea who's on the loose?

Oh, well. Check up and let me know
immediately.

Department of Security.

Mother here.

Entry countdown starting now.

Five, four, three, two, one.

Zero.

Just testing.

Over there.

Tara! Oh, Steve!

How nice to see you. You found your way
out here, then? Yes, just about. The

approach is the tiniest bit
unconventional.

It's charming countryside, though, don't
you think?

Now, pull up a chair, tell me all about
the outside world.

No, first things first.

I've bought you some grapes.

Grapes?

I hope it's not against the rules.

Absolutely forbidden.

But the glasses are over there.

Supposed to be an extra special vintage.

Every grape hand from...

Nice shooting.

Who's he?

Hmm? The watchdog.

Or as child coroner, he's in charge of
security.

Nice check.

Takes his job very seriously, doesn't
he? He has to.

I can't say I envy him. After all,
what's more vulnerable than a wounded

Two wounded agents.

Exactly.

And at any given time, he has a bevy of
them here to look after.

That can't be right. This is the most...
Secret nursing home in the country. And

what's more, I'm going to tell you...
I'm a bevy, a bevy of secret agents.

can't be right.

You know, I don't think there is a
collective noun for us.

How about a lurking of secret agents?

A skulking?

A contentment?

Agents aren't particularly contented.

This one is.

Would you like me to prescribe something
for those nerves?

Sorry, Doctor.

Really, Cornwall.

We ring round with minefields and
electrified fences, and I don't see how

I had to switch the defences off to let
a visitor in. Always leaves me feeling a

bit junked.

Two minutes slow.

And that is willow herb. A weed.

Morning, Steve. Good morning, Doctor.
May I introduce Miss Tara King? This is

Dr. Hyde. How do you do?

Oh, Cornwall told me we had a visitor.
He didn't tell me it was a girl and a

charming one at that. He probably
regarded it as restricted information.

Tell me, Doctor, how is he?

Do you intend to dine with him the
moment he's up and about?

Yes.

Then I predict a quite remarkable
recovery.

Excuse me.

Oh, by the way, Steve.

Save me a drop of that champagne.

and told me how it happened. Eh?

Your leg.

Happened when I was crossing the wall.

Berlin? Garden.

It's not as unromantic as it sounds. I
was chasing someone for time.

Crossed five gardens.

Who were you chasing?

A suspected saboteur.

A ruthless type?

Utterly.

Trampled right across a bed of Queen
Mary roses.

Whoops. Sorry, Dr. Carson.

Good morning.

Morning.

You haven't seen Rodney, have you? I
haven't seen him all morning.

Oh, well, time for his injection, if you
do happen to see him. I'll be happy to

tell him.

Thanks.

So,

you went over the wall?

Ah, yes.

I swung myself to the top.

And that's when he shot you?

I shot him.

A rather pretty snapshot at 80 yards.

And then? I moved in for the coup, swung
myself to the ground, straight onto

a... A booby trap.

A cucumber crane. It was very nasty.

It's Angela's birthday on Saturday.

Angela? Who's Angela? My niece.

She's nine years old on Saturday.

It wouldn't do to forget her birthday.

I can't think what to buy her, though.

What's that got to do with killing
Steve?

Why, nothing. Whoever said that it had.

I wonder if she's too old for a doll's
house.

I went and picked up your letters at
your apartment.

Oh, thank you very much.

Good morning.

Hello.

Sir Rodney Carson was looking for you
with hypodermic poise.

I should be in my room.

Sir Rodney Woodham Baines.

I thought he was a diplomat. He is a
diplomat.

Well, how did he get... Someone threw a
bomb.

During the peace talks.

Now, there's a pity.

I've been sent a ticket for the opera
during the 19th.

That's today, isn't it?

And I won't be going.

Hey, perhaps you can make use of it.

I don't think either of us will be
making use of it. This ticket's for June

19th, seven years ago.

Well, I've heard of things being lost in
the post, but that's ridiculous.

Crazy. Or someone's playing a joke. If
they are, I don't get the punchline.

Maybe it comes later. Seven years later.

June the 19th.

Remember something?

June the 19th, seven years ago.

Seven years ago to the day.

Almost the hour.

A bullet's very accurate.

But noisy.

Hello?

Hello?

That is a doornail. Probably just a
temporary fault. Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

You know, I've always felt there was
something lacking around here, and now I

know just what.

Oh, come on, Steve. Don't keep it all to
yourself.

Introduce me. Roger Lyle, Tyler King.

Definitely a pleasure.

Would you mind taking her to Cornwall's
office?

Would I mind?

There's a radio transmitter there for
emergencies.

Cornwall? Huh? Nobody home. Can I have a
look at the transmitter?

Over here.

I wonder who did this.

I think we'd better find Giles Cornwall.

He was probably around here a little
while ago.

I'll look up there. Well, it'll make a
change.

Having a bit of excitement around here.

Cornball didn't come in here, did he?
No.

Why do you want him?

Someone has smashed his transmitter.

Cornball!

You will go no further.

I'll go wherever I like.

Very well.

But beyond the markers, the minefield
begins.

Oh, I see. I'm sorry. Thank you.

I was just looking for Giles Cornwall.
Have you seen him?

What are you doing out here, anyway?

Enjoying a rare commodity.

Solitude, mademoiselle.

Solitude.

Have you seen Dr. Hyde?

Not recently, but it must be somewhere
about.

Anything I can do? Well, Cornwall can't
have the only key to the defense

mechanism. Hyde must have a spare one
hidden away somewhere.

This is important.

Well, I just did this in Medicare,
but... All right, I'll ask him.

With a boy, it's easy.

Just lay down a hog's head of good
claret, and by the time he's old enough

enjoy it, the wine's at its most
drinkable.

But a girl... I wonder if she's too old
for a teddy bear.

What time is it?

Well?

Not yet.

It's a pleasure working with a colleague
who has such a versatile fella.

Fairly warms the cockles of your heart.

Jolly good fellow, Steed. An absolute
paragon of... I wonder if he buys

it all on expenses.

Mother here.

Kafka's escaped.

Well, of course I know who he'll be
gunning for. Thede.

It's a good thing he happens to be in
the only place where no one can get at

him.

I think it's time you told me what this
is all about. Cornwall's dead.

Very. And the key to the defensive?

Gone. So is his gun.

Gerard Casca.

Mean anything to you?

You told me about him, didn't you? He
was head of Murder International, and

grabbed him a few years ago.

Seven years ago.

Today.

June the 19th.

At 12 noon.

But he has life in prison.

I think this means he's out.

And coming here.

Why?

To kill me.

Just you?

At a guess, yes.

A guess? An educated guess.

I don't think you've anything to fear
now.

Fear?

Who said anything about fear? If there's
any kind of a rumpus, I want to be in

on it.

Listen, this is mad.

Absolutely nothing's going to happen
because the defense system... The

system...

The

system's activated and locked. No one
can possibly get in.

And who has the key?

And who killed Cornwall?

Kafka?

No.

If he were here, we'd know.

Kafka's not the type of man to hang
about.

No, he's not here yet.

But someone is.

Someone working for Kafka.

Someone who has the only gun in the area
and the key to the defense. He's only

got to unlock them and let Kafka in any
time he wants.

Meanwhile, we can't get out.

We're stuck here. I thought I made that
clear. It's me he's after.

Oh, and what about Cornwall?

And whose neck?

Whose neck?

Behind

the

barn!

Liar!

It's not my fight.

No key.

Never get key.

My dear fellow, why don't you sit down?

Bad for the nerves, you pacing up and
down all the time.

Stomach all knotted up, is it?

My goodness, you do get edgy, don't you?

You don't, I suppose.

I did.

First dozen or so times.

But it's just a job of work.

Sometimes a little messy, I'll agree.

But not too arduous.

And remarkably well paid.

What do you think of a musical box?

For Angela.

It would amuse her now and later when
she's grown up it would be something to

cherish.

If she didn't break it.

That's the trouble with children
nowadays.

So destructive.

on and working perfectly.

We don't have a thing to worry about.

Carson? He's dead.

Oh. And before he died, he threw away
the key?

Why?

Why? Well... Carson didn't take the key
to let Kafka in.

He took it to stop us getting out. Now,
that can only mean one thing.

Kafka's got another way of getting in.

Well, we've still got the gun and all
the order on our side.

Yeah, but he won't come alone. He'll be
accompanied.

There'll be experts, top professionals.

Well, what about the men here? They're
experts, top professionals.

And they're all wounded, below par.

We'll improvise. We'll use our expertise
where it counts most.

I'll go and organise it. Tara, I
wouldn't count on too much. Now, where's

Oh, he had an attack of nerves,
temporarily.

Nerves?

That's why he's here.

Well, he'll rally round when the time
comes. They all will.

You're rather valuable property.

The time has come.

Enter.

Mademoiselle. Right here.

It's about Steve.

I presume you know what's been happening
here?

I have a fair idea, yes.

Then you know why I've come to you.

I am an agent of my government, not
yours, mademoiselle.

It has cost a great deal of money to
train and develop me into a weapon vital

the defense of my country.

Well, I appreciate that. I have assessed
this situation very carefully. So you

will have. And logically.

Now, if I assist Steve, the chances are
that I too will be killed.

My death will in no way benefit my
country.

Therefore, there is no justification for
putting my life at risk.

No justification?

Not that I can see.

Oh, I suppose it doesn't matter that
Thede might get killed.

Oh, personally, it matters very much.

I have a great admiration for him.

Professionally.

C 'est la vie.

Correct. C 'est la guerre.

As you wish.

It is not my war.

Bon, merci, monsieur.

For your gallantry.

Ah, Miss King.

Welcome in.

Do come in.

Do come in.

I hope I may offer you a drink.

No, thank you, Sir Rodney. I'd rather
get straight to the point. I need your

help. Of course, my dear.

I don't mean delighted, but sit down.

Sit down.

So, the damsel's in distress.

Steve's in trouble.

Steve? Yes, he needs your help. I know
you won't refuse, Sir Rodney. Naturally

not. Particularly if it pleases you.

Helps us to get to know one another
better.

Then you will help?

Of course, my dear.

Now, what's indeed been up to? Some
indiscretion you want me to put in a

word at the ministry?

Listen,

don't you know what's been going on
here?

You will have that drink, won't you?

Didn't you hear the shots?

When I'm listening to my music, I hardly
ever... Shots?

Yes, Cas and Cornwall Hyde, they're
dead.

What do you mean?

I mean exactly what I say. They're all
dead and Steed's in great danger because

Casca's coming. Casca?

Gerard Casca?

You know him?

He's coming here to kill Steed.

Now, if we don't help him, he won't
stand a chance.

Anyway, now there are two of us.

Miss King, it may be difficult for you
to understand.

But my political platform has always
been one of non -violence, appeasement.

My image is that of a dove.

You see, my predicament, I want to help.
Indeed, I would like to help. But to

involve myself with violence, the dove
turned into the hawk, my followers would

lose faith.

But be assured, should harm aforesteed,
I shall speak out loud in the halls of

fame, cry out against the senseless
destruction of...

I'm sure Steve will appreciate that.

Mr. Lyle.

Mr. Lyle!

Can I help?

Over here.

Edward suddenly got nothing to do.

He stopped.

And I've heard enough to know you need
help.

I... I don't know as much I can do.

But if you push me nearer the window, I
might be able to see something to

warn you.

Okay. I don't... Here we go.

What's the exact score?

Just me and Steve.

And me.

Don't forget me.

I won't.

How are we doing? Fine, just fine.

Come on, a marvellous view of the whole
area from here. How many exactly?

Listen, weight of numbers is nobody. How
many agree?

Sunly. Oh.

Oh, good.

I thought that Sunly would be the
exception.

There's nothing much he can do, of
course, but it's nice to know I was

I've been here long enough to make a
fairly accurate character assessment of

fellow patients.

Could you make me some tea?

Tea?

Yes, tea.

China, if you can find it.

Ching Kong.

Simply super.

I didn't miss anything, did I?

Mother.

What?

Department S line out of order. Hold on.

Put a radio call through to Department
S. They're not receiving.

Hold on.

Get me Colonel Berman immediately.

Put out a general alert for Kafka.

Condition red.

Call a conference for all heads of
departments immediately.

Colonel Berman, tell me, what's the
situation at Department S?

All systems functioning.

Are you sure?

Well, I can't tell you how relieved I
am, old bean.

It means that Steed is still safe and
sound inside.

How's your wife?

Good. You must come over and we'll have
a rubber of bridge one day.

Yes.

Splendid.

Mother. What?

Well, why didn't you tell me that
before?

Kafka escaped by helicopter.

Steed is mine.

Mop up in the opposition, but Steed is
mine.

Time for your tea.

Oh, that's fine.

Steed! Look, now, I'm enjoying it. It's
exercise.

I'm at the root of this little problem,
and I think that I should deal with it.

Oh, Kafka won't be alone, will he?

Well, all the same, I prefer you to be
out of the way.

I really would prefer it. You won't
stand a chance. Now, please sit down.

look. What I lack in physical agility, I
can make up for with a degree of low

cunning. You forget the luck of the
Irish.

You're English.

Don't quibble over small points.

Now, Tara, I hate to do this to you, but
I'm going to lock you away until it's

all over.

What was it?

A valuable property to be protected.

But that's ridiculous, Steve. I can help
you. You'd be a hindrance.

Now, I'd be worrying about you. You'd
get us both killed.

Steve, come on.

I'm sorry.

But it was a very good vintage.

It's only a girl.

Hello.

All right, right guard.

This way.

I don't like to see the eyes.

Kafka! Kafka, can you hear me?

It's checkmate.

You can't go any further. You can't get
past me.

You're on your own now, Kafka.

Listen, Kafka, why don't you go back?

What are you offering? You throw down
your guns and come out, and then I'll

you. Give me time to think. I'll give
you ten seconds.

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

seven, eight, nine, ten. All right. I'm

coming out.

As you said, checkmate.

And then, steed.

Kafka, it's me you want.

And I came here for a rant.

Feel like flying a helicopter?

Ready? Almost.

Come along in. How's your leg?

Oh, it's much, much better. I won't be
swinging a frizzy leg for a while,

It doesn't matter. We won't dance. Just
gaze into each other's eyes.

What,

for me?

It's a little gesture of my affection
and gratitude.

Oh, good.

Look

what I

want.

It's just a memento, you know.

Oh, look inside.

Oh,

that'll come in handy. Thank you.
There's more.

Very stylish, if I may say so.

Cigars? Oh, my dear. Do you know how
wonderful those were?

Very unique.

It's luminous.

Shall we go?