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Cool. Heads.

Heads it is.

Don't take any chances. Just find out
who he is and what he's got to tell.

Right.

See you.

Zerrof. Gringo Zerrof. Gringo.

Well? Mission accomplished.

You killed him?

Naturally.

Pour yourself a drink, Sarov.

Well, perhaps one.

We'll toast the success of our venture.

I do have a date, remember?

Ah, yes.

Our lady on the inside.

Mustn't keep her waiting.

Perhaps we ought to drink her health.

Excellent idea.

To the girl who will make all our dreams
come true.

Tara King.

Thank you.

We're linked to the radar systems of all
Allied countries.

We're able to monitor the flight of
every military aircraft in the world.

Theirs and ours.

What about rockets? How soon could you
detect missiles fired at this country?

32 .6 seconds.

Astonishing. If an attack was launched,
what would the next move be?

That would be up to the Field Marshal.
Field Marshal?

Field Marshal who?

General Hesketh, Field Marshal.

There's not very much to look at.

What does it do?

Determines the course, height and speed
of the attacking rockets, programs our

own anti -missile missiles and fires
them.

In short, it creates an impenetrable
barrier, a shield of absolute safety.

One further question, if it were to be
put out of action or damaged, what then?

Fortunately, that can't happen.

The Field Marshal is quite impregnable.

But if it weren't, this country and the
entire Western world would be sitting

ducks. The metal ribbons, what are they
for?

We got that one for action during the
rocket attack on London in 1961.

But there wasn't a rocket attack on
London in 61.

Exactly. But without him, there would
have been.

That one was for detecting that what the
rest of the Allies thought was a flight

of missiles was only a flock of wild
geese.

It came within 15 seconds of pressing
the button that time.

Come along. Let me show you the rest of
the operation.

All

right.

Let her up.

Thank you.

I don't understand why my gun didn't
fire.

You were in the magnetic field.

All the metallic parts of your pistol
locked together.

Anyway, the field marshal is shielded by
one inch armor plate.

What exactly is going on? Who is this
woman? Oh, Miss Tara King.

General Heskett.

Miss King is with the department.

She's been assigned to try and break
through our security devices.

But... But she genuinely tried to
destroy this thing. Of course. We're not

playing war games, General.

It's a deadly theory.

You see, if Miss King had damaged the
unit, then it would have proved our

vulnerability.

The next attack might have been made by
a genuine enemy agent.

But you'll be pleased to know that I've
now tried to destroy this room four

times, and each time I've failed
miserably.

But you will keep trying, won't you? Of
course.

My congratulations, Miss King.

You appear to be carrying out your
resignation with a great deal of...

Well done, Miss King.

Took me completely by surprise.

I'd be awfully grateful if you'd unlock
these now.

Oh, certainly.

Oh, um, the keys.

You see, I think I've left them in
reception.

Oh, the gun!

D, D, D.

Right, right, right.

How are you enjoying the war room?

Not much.

Security too good?

Haven't found anything wrong.

I didn't think you... As yet.

I didn't think you would.

Why?

Because the man who devised that
security scheme took a great deal of

Yes, who was he anyway?

for you.

Many thanks for everything.

Affectionately G.

Who's affectionately G?

Steve, do you really think the war room
is invulnerable?

I'd stake my reputation on it.

Yes, but would you stake two dozen
bottles of champagne?

Very pretty.

Well, I'm having lunch with Bertie
Bartram. Care to join us?

No, I can't today. I've got to get on
with my assault on the war room. Some

other time.

Oh, by the way, keep an eye on my house
of cards.

Just a minute.

Jimmy Fairfax, what a surprise.

Hello, Tara. What are you doing here?

I was following a man called Zaroff.

I think we've lost him somewhere in this
area.

Zaroff, Zaroff.

What case is that?

We're pretty certain he killed Perrone.

Oh, yes, I remember reading the report.

What can I do for you? Well, I
remembered you'd left here. I wondered

use your phone.

Oh, of course. Go ahead.

Here, I'll move this for you.

Now, how did he do that?

Oh, sorry.

Help yourself. I'll get us a drink.

Hello, Mother.

Fairfax. I'm at Tara King's apartment.

I've lost Zaroff.

Yes, Mother?

No, Mother.

Of course, Mother.

Goodbye, Mother.

Took the news well, I see.

He, uh, was a little bit piqued.

I'm staying here for orders. Do you
mind?

No, of course not. Sit down. Make
yourself at home.

Cheers.

I'll be back in a minute.

Hello? Hello, Tara?

No, don't say anything.

Just listen.

Yes?

Right, I understand.

Thank you.

Listen, I have to go out for a while.
You don't mind staying here alone, do

No. Right, well, you sit down.

Anything you want, I'm sure you'll find.

I'll probably see you when I get back.
Bye -bye.

is waiting.

Hello?

Hello?

Who is that?

Hello?

Beautiful. Beautiful.

Well, it's just time for you to run down
to the bank and pay this in.

I think you'll find it's all made out
correctly.

Zaroff's personal cheque for 2 ,000
pounds, made out to our dear friend

Tara King.

It's the air conditioning, you know.

The atmosphere down here is so dust
-free and absolutely pure, scientists

adjust to it.

Just think, only two more days here and
I'll be back in London with the rain and

fog and smog.

Tell me, these papers... What about
them?

Would they be of any use to a foreign
power?

Well, not just on their own, but they
might help somebody make an educated

about our control systems.

Thinking about trying to smother some
out?

Constantly. Joe!

I shouldn't bother.

If these papers are exposed to half a
degree's temperature change, they self

-ignite.

He didn't miss anything, did he?

Joe!

I think I've got to ground level for an
hour.

Search him.

Camera, eh?

Not very original, Miss King.

Put off the detector.

Let her go.

You guys certainly play rough.

How do they know about the camera?

There's a sensor beam just here.

It reacts to the chemical components of
film emulsion.

Simple as that.

Well, you can't win them all.

I hope you can't win any of them.

Are you certain? Sure beyond any shadow
of a doubt?

Quite certain.

Absolutely sure.

You realize the gravity of the charges
that you're making? I'm making no

charges, merely reporting facts.

I've made every effort to justify the
things that have happened.

But quite frankly, Mother, I'm still
forced to the same conclusion.

That Tara King was working for Zaroff?

Inconceivable. The telephone call.

The voice asking to speak to Zaroff.

The card with the initial G.
Incidentally, his Christian name is

envelope she collected.

I saw Zaroff with it a short time later.

It contained war room documents.

Let us consider the alternatives.

On the basis of your evidence, Tara King
is either a traitor or,

alternatively, and judging only by the
facts, she is

a traitor.

You'll have to take action. Don't tell
me what I have to do, boy!

I was making life and death decisions
when the only choice in life you had to

make was whether to eat your baby cereal
or spit it out!

And at this moment, Tara King's security
rating is reduced to zero minus.

Loyalty checks and surveillance to
commence immediately.

I'll get on to it right away.

A fair fact.

Yes. Do what you have to.

But ideally,

Clear her name.

Prove conclusively that she has nothing
to do with this man.

Varus!

Duty's just about finished, isn't it?
Day after tomorrow.

You haven't found a security floor yet?
Looks as though I'm going to win my own.

Do you recognize him?

No, did you?

You better have a look around and see if
anything's missing.

Look in the bedroom.

Everything seems normal.

Except that... Except what?

Well, it's all a bit too perfect, as if
someone had made a search, but a very

careful search.

The birdmasters in this district are
very upper class. They're noted for

neatness. Hmm.

Still odd he didn't take anything.

Well, I'll mention it to Mother just to
be on the safe side.

Good idea.

Maybe we could have dinner later.

Maybe. That's a good idea, too.

Bye. Bye.

Just one question, Mother.

Is Tower King in danger?

Is Fairfax waiting outside her apartment
to protect her? Two questions, Steed,

one answer, no.

Then why?

You. Mr. Steed.

Sorry if I was a little rough. My orders
were not to be caught.

Aubrey Philipson recently joined us from
political intelligence.

All right.

Now, you're not going to like this,
Steed. Neither do I.

Give him a tracy from the dossier.

Tata King is suspected of being in
contact with a known enemy agent, one

Zarov. But this is ridiculous.

Wait, Deed, wait.

He's been seen entering and leaving her
apartment building.

I was there this afternoon to search and
fingerprint.

I also found a gift card with his
initial.

Affectionately, gee.

Grigor?

I checked her bank account, a payment
of...

Two thousand pounds has been made to us.

I have the check.

Payable to Tara King, signed by G.
Zaroff.

Have you talked to Tara about this?

No. How can I if she's gone over to
them?

Gone over?

If she has gone over, we'll have to keep
our investigation secret until we find

out what she's up to. We think she could
have broken the security on the war

room.

What?

Two weeks ago, she requisitioned a
miniature camera from stores.

Yesterday, she took out another camera,
special wristwatch job.

The war room sensors detected a camera,
and the miniature was confiscated.

But she got out with the other one
undetected.

Conclusion. She's been photographing
documents and equipment.

I want to handle this case, officially
or otherwise.

I'm going to.

All right, Steve, I'll give you 24
hours.

hello tara about the war room i want you
to go

somewhere have you got that address good

that's all you know

most people's feet are so ugly mine are
so elegant

It's Fairfax.

She's just driven into Maple's garage.

My bet she's meeting somebody. I'm going
in after her.

Careful. Right.

A mother here.

Tara's at the Maple Garage.

A possible meeting place.

Would you like to take a look at it?

Leaving now. Maple Garage.

He's dead.

Then it's your gun.

Superb. You know, that really is the
only word that fits.

Superb. Don't you agree, Zoroff?

It's a nice suit.

I didn't mean the suit.

I meant me.

If you can drag yourself away from the
mirror for a moment, we really should

talk about Tara.

Well, what is there to say? She's played
her part well.

Yeah, she's under arrest by now.

Quite right, too.

I mean, it must be quite apparent that
she shot Fairfax.

Poor child, there's so much evidence
against her.

Enough.

Would you doubt that she's been working
for us?

No, I suppose not.

Exactly.

Well, I don't think it's too early to
start congratulating ourselves.

There's just one more nail that needs to
be hammered into that cotton, and then

we can collect our fee.

Well, we've earned it.

It's been a very smooth operation.

I think we've seen the relevant part of
the material. Cut it.

Lights.

And you still deny that you know Zarath?

I've told you. He was just someone who
asked me the way.

A total stranger?

Yes. Then account for the total
stranger's prints all over your

account for the fact that Zarath, a
total stranger, paid you a check for 2

pounds, sent you flowers and pearls, has
been seen entering and leaving your

apartment? I can't.

I can't account for any of it.

I didn't expect you would.

Now let's come to the murder of Fairfax.

You heard shots. You ran to the place.

Tarl was kneeling beside the body with a
gun in her hand.

Your gun, Miss King?

He was dead when I found him.

There was a gun lying beside the body. I
picked it up, that's all. I didn't kill

him.

Then why did you go to the garage?

Well, I got a phone call. I don't know
who it was from.

Convenient. It was from a man. He said
he had some information about a security

leak from the war room.

What about the envelope you picked up in
the phone booth?

Part of the payoff.

There was an envelope, yes.

But it was empty.

Show her the photograph, Steve.

I found these in your apartment.

Well, that was my job.

I was at the war room to try and find a
flaw in the security. I succeeded.

I got these pictures out.

But you didn't tell anybody.

I was going to give them to Steve
tonight.

We had a bet.

Naturally.

Well, I think we've got enough.

Well, tell them.

There will be a formal inquiry.

Meanwhile, your security rating is
further reduced to zero minus one. You

return to your apartment where you will
stay there under guard until you're

called for.

I've never been under house arrest
before. What are the rules?

You just carry on as normal.

Except that if you attempt to escape, I
will shoot you.

What do you think my chances are at the
trial?

Not a hope.

You think they'd at least give me an
opportunity to find some evidence for my

own defense?

You'd be wasting your time.

I'm just going to get a drink. Do you
want one?

No, thanks.

He's escaped.

Herr Schinner, then you'd better find
herself.

And bring her here?

What else are friends for?

What?

I'm sorry.

Tara?

That's your gun, isn't it?

Are you hurt?

No, I'm not. But if I had been dead and
someone had come in here right now, it'd

be a pretty difficult situation to
explain, wouldn't it? You standing over

dead body with your own gun in your
hand.

And what about this?

How would you explain a gift like this?
And there's a card here, signed Zara,

for well -known enemy agent.

And this envelope, you've got one
exactly like it.

Now, if someone had seen you collect
that envelope and then seen me with it,

they'd have every right to assume that
you'd given it to me.

Very ingenious.

I'm not finished yet.

Oh, that's the fellow who bumped into
me. That's right.

But for all you know, he could have been
an enemy agent.

Pretty incriminating evidence, really.
You actually look like you know each

other. Who is he? A friend of mine.

Didn't he telephone me?

That's right.

You've done a pretty good job.

Steve, given the time and the
opportunity, I could make you look a 100

-dyed traitor.

Circumstantial evidence, but they've
given enough of it. That's exactly what

they've done to me.

The best bit of framing since the Mona
Lisa.

But why?

Why? Well, that's the question.

Revenge? No, I've never done anything to
Zara off. It couldn't be that.

Well, it must be something big. They
wouldn't go to all that trouble and

to set you up.

Any brilliant ideas?

No. But I've got to find out.

But first of all, you've got to go back
into custody.

What? You've got to play this by the
book. Every agent in London is on the

lookout for you. I'll take you in,
square it up with Mother.

All right.

Come on, come on.

OK.

Hello,

Tara.

Come on.

Your friends are waiting for you.

Attractive.

Very attractive.

I'm glad you approve.

Oh, I do.

Almost beautiful enough to be a suitable
companion for me.

That's my case.

No, merely an exact replica. Just part
of the window dressing.

There you are, my dear.

One plane ticket, one passport.

You'd better get started. Good luck.

See you in a day or two.

Not a bad likeness. Thank you.

Vandalism. Sheer vandalism.

What is?

The need to destroy something as
beautiful as you.

Sarov killed Peron to draw attention to
himself.

He wanted to be under constant
surveillance.

so that he would apparently be in
contact with Tara. Vance, we keep coming

to the same old question.

Why? I don't know.

Did any of the agents have a lead on
where Zaroff was living? No.

I've got to find him.

Yes?

I see.

Yes, right.

A woman answering Tara's description was
seen at London Airport.

She left on an eastbound flight.

Just doesn't make sense.

She might have been fooling you, Steve.
Fooling all of us. No, not that. The

fact that she was seen. She's a very
experienced woman. She goes to a crowded

airport and never been noticed.

Any word?

No. How about the war council? They'll
make their decision within the hour.

They don't give us much time.

Of course. They've still got a chance.

Rewind that film. Ready to run. I've got
to get something.

Where are you going, Steve?

Steve!

Don't just stand there.

Rewind the thing.

Our council must act soon.

And when they do, our work will be
completed.

And then we get out of this country
fast.

Very fast.

Collect our very considerable fee and
spend the rest of our lives

beauty.

I can accept you killing me at an
occupational risk.

What I can't accept is not knowing why.

Well, then I'll tell you, Miss King.

You'll be lost in admiration.

It's a plan, a creation of pure genius.

Ah, gentlemen, this is Miss Culpepper.
She's going to help us find Tara.

How do you do?

I'm very glad to meet you. Gladys, we
don't have too much time. Now, if you'll

come and sit down.

Well, we can get started.

Right. Comfortable? Oh, yes, yes. Thank
you, Mr. Dean.

Good. Will you start the film?

What's happening?

I'll tell you.

Rhonda, turn the lights off.

Oh, this is nice.

I haven't seen a cinema since Mr.
Valentino passed away.

This is not nearly as exciting as the
Sheik, I'm afraid.

Now, that's the first bit.

Watch carefully.

Now, what's he saying?

You could tell me the way to Wilson
Street.

I can't quite see the young lady's
answer.

That's fine, Gladys.

Miss Culpepper is the very best lip
-reader in Britain.

Now, the next bit is the important bit.

Now, what's he saying? Oh, I can't. This
forms his words so badly.

Ah! Yes, what is it?

He told a man to drive to the baronet's
sporting club after the play.

Oh, is that all right, Mr. Steed?

Magnificent, Gladys.

I don't know how I can repay you. Oh,
there's no need to proceed.

The 200 pounds you promised me is more
than enough.

Perhaps you care to pay Gladys the cash,
Mother? Oh, Mr. Princeton, would you

give the lady a ride home? And thanks
again, Gladys.

What a nice man Mr. Steed is.

I knew his grandfather.

A charming old man.

But... Mother.

Understood.

They're starting to dismantle the field
marshal.

Immediately. The moment you started your
war room duty, it was simply a matter

of convincing your colleagues that you
were in contact with known enemy agents.

We sent you presents, and I've given you
money.

And I've been seen coming and going from
your building, where I left

fingerprints and clues.

In fact, an observer could be left in no
doubt.

We were working together.

Seems I was the only one who didn't
know.

It really was remarkably easy.

I still don't know the reason why.

The war room.

You see, your friend Steed created a
defense system which it was impossible

crack. So we used a little psychology.

You made the department suspect me.

Quite.

You had access to all the radio control
channels.

If they believed that you were passing
that information on to us...

the wavelengths, the command circuits,
they would know that we could jam the

system. We could make the whole field
marshal defense system absolutely

But you still don't have that
information.

But your people don't know that for
sure.

And they can't afford to take the
chance.

So they'd have to dismantle the field
marshal and put in completely new

circuits.

Now you've got it.

But that job would take at least 48
hours.

And during that time, this country would
be as defenseless as you are at this

moment.

Our rocket attack will be launched.

There'll be nothing on earth to stop it.

So, now you know it all.

And as we have no intention of being
here when those rockets start to fall, I

afraid we must leave you.

Thank you so much for all your help,
Miss King. Or may I call you Tara?

Couldn't I just have one last cigarette?

But you don't smoke.

What a lovely suit.

Done it again.

I haven't finished yet. I still have a
question I want to ask him. Douglas,

the name of the government he's working
for. Much more important, the name of

his tailor.

Ah.

Oh.

And now...

So far, so good.

What do you think?

Oh, well, I think it's very... very...
You wait till you see it working.

It's not dangerous, is it?

Every great achievement has an element
of risk.

Now, this is one of my brighter
contributions to mankind.

Excuse me.

Isn't that beautiful?

You didn't think it'd work, did you? Oh,
it's glorious.

You're very clever, Steve.

The best is yet to come.

What's that?

We drink.

Tara King, of whom I never suspected
funny business for one moment.

Never? Well, almost never.