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It's 4 .30.

Yeah, I know.

You sure they're going to come back this
way?

Got to.

Got to park the car here.

Look.

Miss Miranda Loxton and her appointed
bodyguard left here last night at 9 o

'clock. They were going to a party.

And they're due back any moment now.

They'll come through that door over
there.

And they will drive over there.

And they will park their car.

And she will get out to the door of her
car.

And then we shall kill Miss Lockham.

Suppose the bodyguard drops her off at
the main entrance?

Leaves her alone?

They'll be coming here.

Tara. Hello, how are...

Mother?

Tara.

Mother away from headquarters?

You checking a gun? It must be very
important.

Very.

Oh, well, of course. If it's such a big
secret that you can't even tell me what

it is.

It is. Well, almost.

Have you heard of Miranda Lockton?

Who hasn't?

Lovely Miranda's the key witness against
murder international.

When she gives her evidence next week...
If she gives her evidence.

Her car was attacked early this morning.
Her bodyguard was murdered.

She's gone into hiding, refuses to come
out until we guarantee her safety.

And can we?

We can do our very best.

Put her under the wing of a top
executive.

He can take her to a hiding place known
only to him.

You? Me.

The two of you?

Simple but safe.

Ready, Bobby? Ready.

Meet Tara King. This is Bobby Cleaver.
Hi. By the way, you can take my car.

a little too conspicuous for me. And
I'll give you three rings as soon as I'm

installed at Fort Steed.

Very cosy, too.

I must say, I do enjoy my visits here.

Fort Steed.

And just exactly where is he meeting
Miranda?

Oh, in a car park on the other side of
town.

You ready?

Yeah.

How do things look?

Possible radar astern.

Stand by all systems. All right.

How do you do?

My name's Steve, John Steve.

We should have a nice, quiet journey.

When do you expect him to call?

Who?

Steve.

I've no idea. Whenever he reaches
safety.

Well, I've got things to do.

Mother, you will tell me, won't you? I
mean, if anything should go wrong.

Wrong?

Miss King, if anything should go wrong,
the whole department will know about it.

Just keep driving, don't turn around,
and don't do anything.

No need to be frightened now, Miss
Lobster.

Look, why don't you make yourself
comfortable?

Take off your nose.

That's better.

Now that is much better.

There's no need to worry. Whoever was
chasing us is miles away by now.

Get out

Well, so far.

It better be.

What's the plan?

Booby trap.

It's already underway.

Where's it planted?

In Steve's apartment.

We may have lost Steve, but we'll finish
Mother.

It's poetic, too. You'll like that.

How poetic?

Mother's waiting for the telephone to
ring three times.

I don't see the poetry in that.

The third ring detonates the booby trap.

On the third ring, the bomb explodes.

Nice surprise package, eh?

Nice. It was my idea.

Both fell for it immediately.

Three rings on a phone.

One, two, three.

Third time, unlucky.

Poor old mother.

The peloton to ring three times.

Three times. Three times. On the third
ring. Steve's apartment. Steve's

apartment. One, two, three.

Third time.

Unlucky.

Mother! Mother!

Miss King.

Miss King.

Don't try to move.

You've been injured.

We'll get you to hospital as soon as we
can.

I'll try to warm.

Are you all right?

Don't talk now. Now you mustn't exert
yourself. You've been hurt.

Badly hurt.

How badly?

I don't know for sure yet.

Are you in pain?

No.

My legs.

My legs are numb.

I'm sorry.

I can warm her.

Let's give her a shot. Put her out for a
warm.

Don't worry.

We'll take good care of you.

We can move her now.

But we must hurry.

Doctor.

Major.

How are you feeling?

I don't know.

My legs.

You're a very lucky girl.

Lucky? At least according to the doctor
here. Is that right, Dr. Wells?

There is no permanent spinal damage.

Spine? At least, not as far as we can
see.

What about the rest?

Easy now, please.

You have sustained multiple fractures of
both legs and severe latherations, so

you must rest.

Both legs broken?

Both legs?

Broken, but fortunately not crushed.

That's what I meant by lucky.

In a couple of months, you'll be walking
about again.

Mother, I must warn Mother.

Easy now, easy.

Go ahead.

But try not to tire too much.

Perhaps I'd better introduce myself.

My name is Firth.

Major Firth.

We haven't met before, but of course I
know all about you from the fire.

Do you feel like answering a few
questions?

You've been in delirium for some time.

Talking about two men who grabbed you.

Kidnapped you.

That's right.

Two men.

Any idea who these men were?

Or where they took you?

No.

Yes, I should have.

I left there in Steve's car.

It was a house.

A house with grounds.

Well, I must know where the house is.

Don't force her to remember too much too
soon.

All right.

All right. We'll skip that for a moment.

Now, you arrived at Steed's apartment.

Yes.

I don't remember how I got there. I was
just suddenly there.

A booby trap.

Three rings on the telephone. And Mother
was there.

Is that all?

Oh, I don't know. My mind's in such a
muddle.

Tara, listen to me.

You're kidnapping.

The booby trap.

None of it seems to link up in any way.
We don't know why you were grabbed, why

the bomb was planted. It's all so
inexplicable.

The only one who can help us is Teed.

But we... Where is he?

He's away. He's on a secret assignment.

Yeah, that much I do know. But where?

I don't know. He didn't even tell me.

Ask Mother.

Why not ask Mother? He should.

I can't ask Mother.

Why not?

Mother is dead.

Thank you.

Port Steve.

Are we staying?

I can't think of anywhere safer.

To my certain knowledge, there are only
two people who know of its existence.

And they won't talk?

Talk?

Stinks Wilkins and Valley the Gorgia
talk.

They're sworn to the utmost secrecy on
the solemn oath of last one in the

Besides, if they ever did talk, I
wouldn't let them holler down my rain

Not ever.

I used to play here as a kid.

It's not exactly the Savoy, but... Well,
why don't we observe the niceties

anyway? Thank you.

How long do you think I'll have to stay?

Oh, not long.

Just until it's time for you to give up.

There we are.

But that's a week away.

Oh, time will fly, don't you worry.

Always sit here in the old days.

This place reeks of grand old British
military history.

Does?

The most glorious battles were fought
here.

Carana, Waterloo, Balaclava.

Wellington's run after Napoleon.

General de Clare's ignominious retreat.

There was nothing ignominious about
that.

De Clare was forced into impossible
terrain.

When de Clare led his troops into
Corby's reach... Oh, he was doing

right thing. Taking into account the
fact that he was outflanked on the

He shouldn't have been outflanked if his
third division had got through, as they

were supposed to. Supposed to, my dear
young lady.

It was an open and shut... Would you
like to reconstruct the battle?

You can be general and declare.

I'd be delighted.

Good.

Forth deed.

That's all it had.

No.

Forth deed.

It means nothing to you.

I don't think so. You don't think so?

You're not sure?

I don't know. You're not absolutely
sure?

I don't know. Ford Steed.

Think, Tara. Think. Ford Steed. Gently.

Yes, of course.

I'm sorry.

Tara.

I'm sorry. I don't mean to press you
like this.

But don't you see how vital it is that
we locate Steed? He's the key to this

whole thing.

If we don't find him, he's... Major
Perth. Yes?

This. You should see this, sir.

What is it?

Planned for another booby -trap bomb.

We found it near Mother's body.

Obviously dropped by the person who
wired the phone.

The explosive charge is put in here and
wired to a gold pencil.

When the button is pressed... What's the
matter?

The pencil.

The same as the one I gave Steed for
Christmas.

Are you sure?

Of course I'm sure. Look at the crown
insignia there. It's the same. It's the

same pencil.

And he's walking around with a bomb in
his pocket.

Tano, you must think.

Help us to find out what he meant by
Fort Steed. Help us to find him before

goes up.

Ready?

Right. You keep score for you, and I'll
keep score for me.

All right.

Let's take it step by step.

Deed has gone to Earth.

He'd choose a hiding place he was
familiar with. He'd know every approach,

exit. That's good training. Good sense.

It'd be someplace he'd used before.

Exactly. So somewhere, sometime along
the line, he must have given you some

of hint, given you some kind of clue.

A hunting lodge, perhaps.

An apartment by the sea.

A friend's house.

No, I don't know.

Listen, surely records is the place to
look for that kind of information. Why

don't you look in Steve's file? That's
the very first... Sorry, sir.

It's all my time.

Oh, yes.

But with you in a moment.

I shan't be gone long.

An hour at most.

Keep thinking.

Major Firth?

Mother?

Yes. Take me with you.

Are you sure you're fit enough?

Steed or me, one of us ought to be
there.

Please take me.

That's up to you, Doctor.

Please.

Very well.

But I'll have to give you a sedative.

Two sedatives.

One to get you there, and one to bring
you back.

You all right?

So thank you for coming.

I had to come.

All right, we'd better go back.

Bobby.

What?

Bobby Cleaver. He was on the assignment
with Steed.

He might know where he is.

Cleaver. You know his address?

25 Cranbrook Road.

HQ?

Major Firth here.

I'm on my way to 25 Cranbrook Road to
see Mr.

Bobby... Cleaver.

Cleaver. He was on assignment with
Steed.

He may have something important to tell
us.

Have you got that?

He may have something important to tell
us. Message understood.

Over.

25 Cranbrook Road.

Well, let's hope your friend Cleaver's
at home.

He could put an end to this business in
one go.

Mr. Cleaver, my name is Major Firth. I
would...

You still have half a battalion left.

The wise general always tempers strategy
with humanity.

There's been enough bloodshed already. I
capitulate. I offer you my sword.

And I accept.

Don't look too despondent. I cut my
teeth on deployed strategy.

Pincer movements, outflanking
manoeuvres.

My father was a military historian.

Military historian, eh?

Recorded everything from the Battle of
Hastings on.

Then he wouldn't know much about naval
battles, eh?

No.

So how about fighting...

The Battle of Trafalgar.

A sea battle?

Be a nice change for you.

Of course, if you don't feel capable.

Oh, I'm willing to learn.

You're the French fleet.

That's the ship of the line.

Ships? He's on a ship?

No. It's a conversation we had once
about ships on the river.

Steed said boats go on the river, ships
go on the sea. I don't understand. Boats

and ships. No, no, no, it's the river.
The river's important.

It's a conversation we had once about
Steed's childhood.

Some place he used to play, a place on
the river. What river?

Oh, I don't know. He didn't mention it,
but I'm sure he meant the Thames.

The Thames? Yes. Any idea how far it
stretches, the Thames? How many houses

there are on it?

Henley.

Henley, that's where it is.

He was to steal his father's binoculars
and then go across the field and watch

the regatta.

Well, that's where they hold the
regatta, isn't it, at Henley?

Yes, yes, at Henley.

It's a big area to cover.

Well, it's something.

I mean, it's a start.

We knew what kind of house we were
looking for.

Well, it'd be a big one.

Stede's childhood is simply littered
with grand and stately houses.

Plenty of those are on Henley, too.

But...

Did he ever tell you about it in any
way?

Describe it to you. Oh, he may have.

The only thing I know for sure is that
it's on the river.

And what do you think you're doing?

My rear admiral.

Up the front of the line, I think.

But you can't do that.

Why not?

It's simply not done, Rear Admiral. He
stays at the rear.

That's why he's called Rear Admiral.

But I think all the other boats turn
round.

Well, then he's at the front of the
line, isn't he?

All right.

But you'll regret it.

Oh, and it shifts, by the way.

The correct vernacular.

Shifts, not boats.

What are you doing with that?

Covering myself against a surprise
attack.

From those.

Oh, and what leads you to believe that
they're going to make a surprise attack?

Feminine intuition.

Poor Nelson, what he had to put up with.

Oh, and what have you got in mind for
those?

Oh, I don't know.

Rather a pretty pattern, don't you
think?

Pretty patterns?

Captain Clegghorn and his foghorn.

He's a local eccentric. He's retired
from the sea now, lives by the river,

tooting his horn at passing ducks.

Be close to the river, then.

It's about a quarter of a mile away
across the fields.

A house on the river near Hindley.

A big house.

Almost certainly an old one. It's a kind
of progress, but it's not enough. There

must be something else.

I'm sorry.

Steed told you that much. He must have
told you something else.

A casual remark.

A snippet of conversation.

Think, Tara. I am thinking.

Oh, wait a minute.

Steed once took me to a house in the
country.

And he said it reminded him of a similar
house.

A house he used to live in. Describe it.
Well, I...

It was surrounded by a wall with urns
along the top.

Urns? Yes, you know, urns, fathers in
stone, set at intervals along the wall.

A kind of Rococo, Grecian style, many of
the Victorians affected.

Quite. Yeah, well, now we know what type
of house it is, Victorian. I'd say only

Victorian.

Listen,

we're only guessing anyway.

The house might not look anything like
Steve's and...

He might not even be there.

What about an association of ideas?

What?

You know, the psychiatric trick for
making people remember.

Associate one thing with another.

What are you driving at?

Steed's apartment.

If you were to take me there, well, it
might trigger something off. It's worth

try.

What do you think, Doctor?

Another journey.

All this strain and excitement.

It is worth a try. She's still a very
sick girl. And Steve's a very dead man

unless we get to him in time.

Can you make her fit the travel?

Can I take her there?

Very well.

But I must insist on the same conditions
as before.

Two sedatives.

One to get me there and one to get me
back.

Tara.

Tara.

Are you all right?

Are you sure you want to go through with
this?

Yes.

Their contents were taken to forensics.

You can see them later, if you wish.

Does that mean anything?

Model of ship's cannon, 1672.

Well?

Is there anything else, then, that
assists your process of association?

Look!

Roses!

They're carnations.

No, no, no. I mean roses.

Roses. Steed said there were roses
around the front door of the house.

A house set in its own ground.

Gates. He used to swing on the gates.

Iron gates with faces in them. One
laughing and one crying.

Two faces.

That's good.

Good.

Anything else?

I don't think so.

Well, that's something.

Now, I think it's time we were getting
her back to hospital.

I'll have my men start looking for those
gates.

It's progress in the right direction.

The British can't lose the Battle of
Trafalgar. Sorry, I think they have.

Unless you'd care to take on my warships
with this.

That is a wash with survivors.

I don't understand.

Mine was a copybook attack.

How you managed to... It was my uncle.

My uncle Charlie.

He was a naval historian.

Oh.

Oh. I think I've been afflicted with
what I know best.

My uncle was a Czech Grand Master.

Any luck?

I've got two teams combing the Henley
area, but a pair of iron gates, however

distinctive,

It's like looking for a needle in a
haystack.

I've got to try something else.

Tara. Tara.

Let her rest. There isn't time.

Tara.

Tara, that house.

You've got to remember it.

The name of it, for instance. The road
at Studion.

I can't remember.

You've got to ask. You stay out of it.
I'm a doctor, remember?

Talk outside.

What are you trying to do? Sabotage the
whole thing? She really does need rest.

She hasn't time to rest. If we don't
find Steed... You'll get nothing out of

this way, I promise you.

Let her sleep for a while.

And when her mind's a bit fresher...
Look, I told you... She genuinely does

to rest.

How long?

An hour or so. No longer.

Very well. An hour. That's all.

What do you think the chances are?

Depends on your night.

No, I meant about me.

Or us.

Is this place really safe?

I can't think of anywhere safer.

No one knows at the department.

No one?

Haven't breathed a word to anyone except
the...

Whoa. She doesn't know enough to find a
place. Anyway, why should she talk about

it? Oh, but surely... You go on, Sean.

Making a game of it, eh?

Comfortable?

Yes, thank you.

I'm very thirsty.

Yes, I thought you might be.

What's the matter?

Nothing. I thought you were thirsty.

I am.

Oh!

Clumsy.

I'll mix you another.

You wanted something?

Yes, I want to tell you something.

That man standing behind you, he's one
of the two men who grabbed me.

Are you sure? Yes.

Don't worry, Mr. King.

We'll arrange something.

Thank you, Mr. King.

One of the men who grabbed her.

She recognized him.

He didn't have to hit him so hard.

Didn't I?

Intrude him. Have him searched.

Find out who he is and how he got in
here.

Sorry about that.

When I find out the man who left him
in... Oh, don't worry.

It's all over now. Don't think about it.
A gun.

A cannon. That's what I've been trying
to think of.

A cannon -shaped weathervane. It's on
top of the house.

It's like a landmark. You can see it for
miles. That's just what we've been

waiting for. Now we'll find that house.

Your uncle was a chess grandmaster?

I think I ought to warn you.

I had an aunt who was a chess...

Hold it.

Better divide the area up. Go through it
piece by piece.

Go that way.

Steed! Doctor, come to congratulate me
on my miraculous recovery?

I think you're about to have a relapse.

A fake.

The whole thing was a fake to get me
talking.

And Steed's pen, it doesn't have a bomb
in it.

Nevertheless, he will die.

Now that you've helped us to find him.

Steed and the witness he's protecting.

Booby trap.

Steed had no one and nothing to fear.

Nothing except my stupidity.

I wouldn't reproach yourself too much.

The situation we created helped by
drugs, of course.

How about taking me on a... ...reflex?

Oh, any time!

No

urns,

Major. No weather rain either.

Keep going.

What a fantastic story.

Dastardly planned fiendish.

And another thing?

It worked? Quite.

Well, what are we going to do about it?
I mean, Firth and his men will be

looking for... Looking he may be, but he
hasn't found him yet.

Steed's hourly signal to say that all is
well. For the time being.

Special services.

Now, we have a bigger organisation than
them if we can use it in time.

I want a prominent house.

One that they can't easily overlook.

Special services, Mother. I have a
number one priority job for you at

-Thames immediately.

Yes. I require... What do I require?

Oh, Grecian urns, roses, the gates, the
weather vane.

Yes.

Now, I require one dozen Grecian urns.

Two iron faces, one laughing, one
crying.

One crate with plastic roses for the
door you thought.

And one cannon -shaped weather bay.

Ah, one, two, three, four, five, six. I
knew I'd hit upon your

Achilles' heel somewhere along the line.
It's in the blood, of course.

You had an uncle who was world Ludo
champion?

An aunt?

Cousin Desmond.

Not Demon Desmond, the world Ludo
champion.

Desmond the Demon Dice Loader.

Groovy, baby.

Look at it, see?

See?

The weather vane.

Come on.

Ah, gentlemen.

I'm afraid you've come to the wrong
address.

Game, death, and match.

All that's needed now to complete the
tournament is for Tara to find the real

house.

And a bishop.

I haven't the faintest idea.

Do you know, that's what's so
marvellous.

Come in, the door's open.

Good morning.

Morning. Help yourself to coffee.

Thank you.

What are you doing? Planning the western
defences?

More important than that.

What Operation Overkill?

Tracing my lineage.

That's my family tree. The mighty oak of
the Steeds that has bestowed this green

and pleasant land for... well, for a
long time. Come and have a look.

Mm -hm. Have a look at him.

Who's he?

Steed the Ready.

He dominated three shires in the Dark
Ages.

And there.

Sir Steedalot.

One of the knights of the round table.

He invented the round table.

He did?

Unintentionally. You see, originally the
round table was square.

But Sir Steedalot had a bad habit. He
couldn't resist whittling away with his

sword at any piece of wood that came to
hand.

I knew it. I knew it. I knew it.

Eureka. What did... I proved what I've
always suspected.

Come and have a look.

Yes, wasn't it? Now, going back on my
great -grandfather's side, my great

-cousin, twice removed, through my great
-uncle's cousin's aunt's sister, on my

mother's side, that is, and taking into
account my father's father's father's

brother, who was four times removed from
my uncle's cousin's sister's brother's

nephew, I had an ancestor who was
related by marriage to the brother of

father of the sister of King Noffin of
the Fens.

Is that how it was invented?

am of royal blood.

Your Majesty.

You're knighted.