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Windows locked.

Lights off. Papers.

Passport. Tickets.

Money. Telephone.

Telephone.

Operator?

This is Whitehall 9819.

My name is John Thede.

I shall be away for the next three
weeks.

So will you transfer my call to the
usual number?

Hmm? Holiday.

Well, thank you very much. I shall do my
very best to enjoy myself.

Yes. Thank you.

Goodbye.

How do you do?

Windows locked, lights off, papers,
passport, tickets, money.

Telephone. Telephone.

Operator?

Well, this is Whitehall 9819, John
Steed.

I shall be away for the next three
weeks.

So will you have my call transferred at
the usual number?

Hmm? Holiday.

Oh, thank you very much. I shall do my
very best to have a good time.

Thank you.

Goodbye.

Hello. Hello.

And goodbye.

What? Then if you want to, you know
where the drinks are.

Play my records, too, if you wish. But
as for me, goodbye.

Well, that's very funny, but come on,
we've got work to do. You've got work to

do. The only work I'm doing is lying on
the beach. So you can tell Mother this

is one holiday I'm not cancelling.

I know.

You've met a girl.

That's a mother's thought.

But if I don't let that carry, it'll
never happen.

Now, if you'll excuse me. Steve.

You are joking, aren't you?

Nice try, but it doesn't work this time.

Now, just wish me bon voyage, and I'm on
my way.

But you just got back.

You never give up, do you? Now, you just
tell Mother you did your best, but I'm

not falling for it.

Goodbye. Send your postcard. You already
did, from Naples.

October the 21st.

That's right.

Well, today is October the 14th.

No, it's not.

It can't be.

October the 14th.

Today I go on holiday.

No, you've already been on holiday for
three weeks.

Ridiculous.

I did all my paperwork here last night.

All right. When did you pack?

Late last night.

I see.

Do you normally pack your dirty shirts?

Do you always take your souvenirs on
holiday with you?

Tatara.

Breton Ephes, 17 Rue de Balzac.

Bordeaux. What's in it?

I haven't the faintest idea.

What is it?

She's pretty.

Who is she?

I've never seen her before in my life.

John Speed.

Yes, that's right, about ten minutes
ago.

I asked for all calls to be transferred.

What? You've already done it?

When?

For the past three weeks.

Thank you.

You can't just lose three weeks.

It is by no means unusual, old chap.

Indeed, I have seen this particular
condition manifest itself many times.

But why, Dr. Meitner? Why does it
happen?

An emotional stress, perhaps mental
strain.

Then, of course, there's the classic
reason so beloved of fiction writers,

blow on the head.

What can we do about it?

Very little, but I can assure you you
have nothing to worry about.

Really? You have no history of amnesia,
no apparent wounds, no, I think it's a

very temporary condition.

How temporary?

How long is a piece of string?

And I think that each day you will see
some image which will spark a memory.

Then when you have struck enough sparks,
there will be a conflagration, and your

memory will have returned with all the
blanks filled in.

Isn't there some way of making this
conflagration spark up a bit quicker?

Yes.

Rest. Peace and quiet.

You come in and see me tomorrow.

Meanwhile, get a good night's sleep.

You could probably do with it, eh?

I can't remember.

I usually keep in touch while I'm away.
Now, why didn't I phone?

You did.

From Rome and from Paris. Mother took
the course.

Well, that should be easy enough to
check up on.

No, Mother's away right now. Father's
taking over.

I see.

Steve, worrying about it isn't going to
help at all.

How many people did I send postcards to?

Few of us. I can't remember exactly.

The one you sent Mother was marvellous.
He thought it was very funny.

Remind me of it.

It was a Roman statue.

It looked exactly like Mother. It was a
statue of Bacchus.

The likeness was perfect.

That's a good three weeks' test.

I started out by losing three weeks of
my life.

Now, that's bad enough, but I could cope
with it.

Stress, strain, overwork, emotional
upset.

Well, there are a dozen reasons that
account for it.

Take a few weeks, and eventually I'd be
able to adjust to losing part of my

memory. You still have to adjust.

You did lose your memory. It's a fact of
life.

Do you realize what happened today?

I tried to kill you. Tried to kill us
both.

A calculated and a deliberate attempt to
wreck the car.

An impulse. I had no control over it at
all.

It happened suddenly, out of the blue.

No warning.

No reason.

Worst of all, I might try again.

And this time I might succeed.

I'd better alert the department.

Tell them what's happened. Will you ring
Mother? I'd like to see him right away.

I told you, Mother's away.

Father's running things.

Don't you remember?

Please come in and close the door.

John Steed.

Hello, Father.

You're still using the same tailor.

Sit down.

Draw the curtains if you want. You don't
like dimly lit rooms, do you?

There are three weeks of my life that
are in total darkness.

It's beautiful, isn't it?

All the things in this room have a
distinctive textural quality.

They produce very individual sounds.

Well, now.

Well, now, Tara's given me her report.

I've got to find out about those missing
weeks.

Our forensic people are checking your
car. They should be able to tell if it's

been out of the country.

The phone calls to Mother.

Could you have voice prints taken from
the recordings?

Already have.

And? It was your voice.

I see.

I'm having every aspect of your case
checked. A few more days and I imagine

it'll be sorted out.

And until then?

Until then, you might as well relax.

I'll keep you informed of any further
development.

Goodbye, Steed.

You shouldn't touch me.

You never know where I might have been.

Collins, come in a moment.

Steed's name is to be removed from the
active service list.

Steed? His security rating is reduced to
third class.

That's all.

Sea. Breeze. Paris.

Spring. Café. Cognac. Car.

Autostrada.

Coliseum. Rome.

Photograph. Girl.

Name.

Place.

It's no good. I can't remember and I
just want to be able to bet.

A face.

You remember something?

A face.

An oriental face.

Smiling.

A grinning face.

A Chinese weightlifter.

Anything else? Do you remember anything
else?

No, just a face.

Smiling. All the time, just smiling.

Maybe you ought to stop trying for a
while.

A Chinese weightlifter.

In London.

He's here in London.

Now you're pushing it. Now sit down and
I'll make you a drink.

But you see what this means.

Yes, I know. Now we'll talk about it
quietly. I'll get some coffee.

Exactly what are you looking for sir?

I don't know but I know it's somewhere
in this area I'm sure it's here.

We could spend all night cruising the
streets.

Do yourself a favour, sir. Turn it in.

I suppose you're right.

Home? Yes.

Stop here.

Windows locked. Lights off.

Papers.

Passport. Tickets. Money.

Telephone.

Telephone.

Operator, this is Whitehall 9819.

My name is John Steed.

I shall be going away for the next three
weeks.

So would you have my calls transferred
at the usual number?

Hmm. Holiday.

Oh.

And you distinctly remember a man who
looked like this.

I see that face all the time.

Well, if what you have drawn is a true
representation, it's rather inhuman.

That's him.

He exists somewhere.

Last night, Steed.

Do you remember last night?

I remember perfectly. I went to bed and
woke up yesterday morning.

You're forcing yourself into a vicious
circle, Steve.

The more you worry, the more deeply
blanked off does the missing time

You must let it filter back naturally.

Or disappear permanently.

There's no danger of that. The human
mind is a quite robust piece of

Now I'm going to give you a
prescription.

Just a harmless tranquilizing tablet. It
will help you to rest easy. And that's

what I want for you.

Complete rest.

I understand.

Complete rest.

What did he say?

Tranquilizers and rest.

Sounds sensible to me.

We'll go and get the prescription filled
and then I'll run you home.

Not yet. I've just remembered something.

What? They must have finished the
forensic tests on my car by now.

Oh.

Well, you can't drive through three
countries without picking up a clue or

Travers!

Ah, seed!

Ah, seed!

Oh, and Miss King.

Just finished, just finished.

Now, I'll get rid of these.

Well, you've completed your check? Where
has the car been, Mr. Travers?

France. The Bordeaux region found a
little piece of leaf in the filter. It

from a vine grown only in that area.

The Italian part of the trip provided
dozens of clues.

I found a mosquito here.

A species exclusive to southern Italy.

Anything else?

A chip of marble in the tread of the
tires. There was some human hair, too.

Blonde.

Traces of a lacquer on it.

Made by an Italian cosmetics firm.

Seems pretty conclusive, doesn't it? We
thought so.

Did you check the petrol?

We did.

Refined in France.

Well, thanks anyway.

Oh, Mr. Steed. The little greys you got
on the near side rear wing.

Great. Another car must just have
glanced against you and left some of its

behind. I had my chaps rub it down.
There's no trace of it now.

Did you check the paint?

Naturally.

A standard color used by two large
Italian automobile manufacturers.

Mrs. Deed?

John Deed? Yes.

Oh, thank goodness I caught you. You
just never seem to be at home.

Why don't you come in?

That divine car of yours has been on my
conscience for the past fortnight.

My car?

Yes, I did wait a little while, but you
just didn't come back. So I traced your

number. Why?

Well... I'd scrape my car against yours.

I was in a terrible hurry, and I turned
up into Fitzherbert Street, and there

was this awful car. Fitzherbert Street?
Did you say Fitzherbert Street? You're

sure about that? Fitzherbert Street in
London?

Of course.

Was yours an Italian car? How did you
know that?

Daddy!

That's marvellous!

Scraping your car is marvellous. It's
the best news I've had in weeks.

Now, look, I'm busy for two days. After
that, I'll take you out for the best

celebration you've ever had.

Gosh! Then honesty is the best policy.

My car was in Fitzherbert Street two
weeks ago.

Fitzherbert Street.

Recognize anything?

Not yet.

Look, you stay here. I'm going to have a
prowl around.

Well, what are you looking for?

I don't know.

I won't be long.

I've found him. Who?

The highly scrutable Oriental.

Who?

You've seen him?

I must have not seen him as it.

What are you talking about? I'm talking
about the face.

Boy, it doesn't solve anything, but at
least it proves that I'm not out of my

mind. Oh, no one ever thought that.

I did.

Look, come and meet him. You may find
him the most repulsive creature, but to

me, he's beautiful.

Tara King, meet the Fade.

I don't understand.

It was here.

A door knocker in the shape of a face.

And the girl, she went in there.

Girl?

Yeah.

Well, I guess there's only one way to
make sure.

Yes? Sorry to bother you, but I wonder
if we could have a word with your

daughter.

My daughter?

A young woman. She came in here ten,
fifteen minutes ago.

She is your daughter.

I'm afraid there's been some mistake. I
have no daughter.

And there certainly is no young lady in
this house.

I'm awfully sorry. We obviously have the
wrong address.

Must be some explanation.

I don't understand. Are they new?

They must have moved very fast.

You might have made him the take, you
know.

Come on, I'll drive you home.

I've got a cab.

I'll speak to you later.

This is intended to be an informal
report, just for the record.

My apparent loss of memory...

my seemingly odd behaviour, can be
accounted for in only two possible ways.

that I'm being got at, and two, that I'm
genuinely suffering from some mental

aberration. So I want to try and analyse
what's happened.

But first of all, I want to make it
perfectly clear that I don't think that

Steed, of all people, are suffering from
delusions or a mental breakdown.

I believe you did see a girl go into
that house.

And that can only mean one thing, that
the house is being used as a front for

someone. If the man at the house in
Fitzherbert Street was genuine, I must

accept the second alternative.

There's only one way to be quite sure
about the house, and that's to go

You probably won't like that, but that's
what I intend to do.

For my own peace of mind, I have to see
inside that house.

I'm going in tonight.

So, if I don't come out again...

At least you'll have a satisfaction of
knowing that I was right.

Miss King, isn't it?

You were not content.

Just thought I'd find out for myself.

Pity.

Do you like my room?

Nice colour. Rather hypnotic.

Yes, isn't it?

Is this where you hypnotise the seed?

Yes.

Steel is my most valuable subject.

It's too valuable to lose.

Don't move.

Creel's dead.

In there.

Dean's on his way. Then it's finished?
Not yet, it's not. Get out of sight.

The girl's right, you know. It is
finished.

The moment Dean sees this room and him,
he won't be fooled any longer.

Then you better make sure he stays
fooled.

Because the minute Steed remembers, he's
dead.

Well, how can I make sure? Tell him that
he killed Creer. Tell him you saw him.

He'll think it's another blackout.

What? With you standing there pointing a
gun at me? Don't be so stupid.

Then you don't know our little secret.

What? A post -hypnotic suggestion is
part of Steed's conditioning.

He was told I do not exist. My image has
been hypnotized from his mind.

He can't see me.

And what's the rest of the conditioning?

And the rest doesn't concern you.

But remember this, as far as Steed is
concerned, I do not exist.

I can put a gun to his head and he won't
even see it.

Now, if you force me to, I'll pull the
trigger.

What did you do?

Did you have to kill him?

I didn't do this.

I thought there was something wrong when
you telephoned.

Telephoned?

I didn't phone.

Oh, Steed, I'm trying to help.

You telephoned and said that it was all
Crea's fault and you were going to try

and force him to talk.

I didn't think you'd have to... I came
through that door only a few minutes

No, that's not true. I saw you kill him.

That was beautiful.

You know, the Chinese have a marvellous
way of releasing tensions.

Better than any prank or nada.

You just hold it.

Fondle it, jerk it.

You'd be surprised how quickly the
tensions drain away.

Oh.

Would you have that tied for me?

Yes, of course.

Is this a social visit, Steve?

No, as a matter of fact, I rather
expected you'd send for me.

You've had Tara's report about last
night? I have no report.

She telephoned just to say goodbye.

Goodbye? Her relative was taken
seriously ill.

She wanted a few days' leave of absence.
I didn't know that.

What did happen last night?

Nothing special.

Any progress with the amnesia, Steve?

Getting clearer by the minute.

Good.

Well, I don't think there's anything
else, if you'll excuse me.

Of course.

There'll be no need to have that typed
out, though.

Collins, I want the deed followed.

24 -hour watch.

Dave! Collins, what are you doing here?

Following you.

Father's orders.

That was lax on me. I should have
expected it.

Where's he gone?

Run out, I imagine. They all have.

At least it means I'm getting close.

No, no, no. I mean the man who followed
you in here. Where is he?

Who?

Who are you talking about?

I don't know who he is. He's been
following you all day.

Somebody else following me?

Well, that's what I couldn't understand.
There were virtually times when you

were walking side by side. You had to
step out of your way on a couple of

occasions.

You say he came in here?

Through the front door, right after you.

But the whole place is deserted. There's
no one here.

No furniture.

It's empty.

But I tell you, there was a man here. I
saw him.

What's important now is the fact that
Tara lied to me. She told me that I'd

killed Krier.

whole place.

It's so familiar, the coloring, the
whole atmosphere.

We mustn't do something.

I intend to.

Well, then do it.

You're getting nervous, Lisa.

Don't worry.

I'll handle it.

You say that Tara claimed you'd murdered
this man?

Yes.

But I didn't.

Quite sure that I didn't.

Now, what was her motive? Why?

It's all too mixed up for me.

The answer's somewhere in this room.

I have to find the key.

Anything.

Something that can help me start
breaking through this mental block.

Let's get out of here, Steed. Hail
Father, the whole thing.

No, no, not yet.

It's beginning to come.

It was in this room.

It was here.

They were all here, the girl too.

They kept saying the same thing.

Day after day, kept repeating it over
and over again.

Saying what?

I don't know.

I can hear the voices, but no words.

Just sounds.

Steve.

What is it?

Well, can't you see?

I'm behind you, Finn.

No!

You're right.

Left.

Behind you again.

It's all part of the conditioning.

His mind, it's being conditioned to
perform one single act.

Until that act is done, there's no
escape.

Every time he tries to break out of the
metal cell we've created, we simply

start the cycle over again.

What are you conditioning him to do?

To kill.

Steve is going to kill someone.

Windows closed, lights off.

Papers.

Passport.

Has Mother got back yet?

Hmm?

I want to see him immediately.

Of course it's priority.

Thank you.

Have it done in 15 minutes.

Indeed.

The gun?

Don't forget the gun.

How much longer?

An hour, maybe two.

Depends what time Steed goes out there.

Or if he goes?

He'll go.

Where?

There's only one place he can go now the
holiday's over.

Mother's.

Well, how about a cup of coffee?

Well, if you feel like making it.

We are on a bowl of fun today, aren't
we?

Everybody's little helpmate.

I'm not a housekeeper. If there's
something you want, go and get it.

I've got to watch the girl, Eveline.
Well, I've got eyes, and she's not

dangerous. All right, all right.

All right.

You could be wrong, you know, Lisa.

About what?

About me not being dangerous.

Then why don't you try something?

I will, when I'm ready.

Any time you like.

You see, you can't tell whether or not
I've got my hands free, can you?

It wouldn't do you any good.

Oh, I don't know. You'll have to take
your eyes off me sometime.

It would only take a second.

I'm going to pull those ropes so tight
your fingers will go blue.

Laser!

Lisa, out the door!

Lisa! Lisa, what's going on in there?
Out the door!

Concentrate on him.

This man is your enemy.

Your enemy.

You will forget everything until you
hear the trigger word.

The word Bacchus.

Bacchus.

Concentrate, Steed. When you next hear
the word Bacchus, you will kill Mother.

Kill Mother.

Well now, Steed, how are you?

I wish I knew.

Oh, this had an easier business.

Overdoing things, I should imagine.

Well, that's what holidays are for.

Would you call it overdoing things if I
said that I thought that I'd killed

somebody? You thought?

Anyone we know?

I'm not sure.

It could be Tara King.

Oh. Anything concrete to go on, or is it
just... Imagination?

Breakdown? Instability?

I don't know. I'm not sure.

Every time I try to remember, I find
it's yesterday again.

I see.

Did you, um, come across Collins at all?

Collins?

No. Why should I have?

Just a thought.

He's missing.

No, I... At least I don't remember.

All I have is this obsessive feeling
that I've killed somebody.

But you'd know a thing like that, Steve.
There'd be no doubt.

Yet I think it'd be safer for everybody
if I stayed here until Tara King and

Collins had been found.

Stay here.

Nonsense. If we can't trust you, who on
earth can we trust?

What you need is a good dip -drink feed.

Thanks. Now, cheer up. You're going
through a bad patch at the moment. A

of weeks and it'll all clear itself up.

But at the moment, I must be considered
a security risk.

Cheers.

Don't evade the issue.

Am I a security risk?

Well, I suppose we could check you out
like everybody else.

Mind you, if that should leak out.

However, don't worry about that.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Come

along, Steve.

Relax. Sit down. Tell me about your
holiday.

That you don't remember anything about
your holiday at all.

Just that I've never been.

Extraordinary.

Perhaps I can refresh your memory.
Trigger something off.

You can try.

Let me see. You telephoned me a couple
of times.

And, of course, you sent me the card.

Card?

Yes. Rather amusing. I think I've got it
here somewhere. I suppose I should have

been offended, but I must say it does
look like me.

What does?

The photograph of the statue.

The photograph of Beckham.

What is it, Dean? What's the matter?

Steed always was a superb marksman.

What I need is a really good holiday.

Windows locked, lights off, newspapers,
tickets, passport, money, telephone.

What are you doing here?

We've got work to do.

What? Tell me, how was the holiday?

What? The holiday, how was it?

Nice try, but I'm not giving up my
holiday for anyone. Tell Mother he'll

find another amnesia case.

Well, it was worth a try.

It's a pretty simple job, though. I
think I can find a replacement to work

me. Of course you can.

I just thought you might have enjoyed
the golden sands, the warm seas, the

tropic nights, but... Steve!

Steve, where is the assignment?

Bermuda. At a dash. Bye.

Oh! Wait for me!

Plane leaves in half an hour.