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How beautiful. I wonder if you've been
in the kitchen for long.

Happy birthday.

Happy birthday.

Thank you.

Now with one mighty... Well done.

I made a wish yet. A wish?

Well, I couldn't wish for three more
delightful people to share my birthday.

How's that? And furthermore... The
Ivory. Yeah.

Happy birthday to you.

Happy birthday to you.

Happy birthday...

Tell Steve.

Terry, I'm here.

Found the double agent.

Found him.

Ambulance. No time.

It's Kane, Steve.

Felix Kane.

He's making a contact tomorrow.

10 .30.

The same car park.

Whaaaaat?

Happy birthday to you.

Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday,
dear Steve.

Happy birthday to you.

You were thinking about last year.

What's that?

You, me, Gambit, that delectable Tricia,
and Terry.

A year ago today.

Poor old Terry.

You have to learn when to close the
file.

It's in the past.

Forgotten. John!

Laura, my dear.

Frank off.

I don't understand.

Oh, you will.

Do you know them?

I know, of course. They would be after
your time.

But this one, Seed.

John Seed.

He put you away, didn't he?

How long was it for?

Nine?

Ten years?

Now, look.

I'm only in this for the money. You play
along, and there will be something in

this for you, too.

I would have invited you to my home,
Mr... Gough, but I couldn't be sore you

would come, so you were abducted.

But I wish you no harm, and as a sign of
my goodwill.

The tip of the iceberg, Mr. Gough. A
down payment.

Melloff. Sir.

Offer our albeit reluctant visitor a
drink.

Scotch.

Ten years of your life.

Lost because of this man.

You must hate him very much.

It was a long time ago.

And time has healed the wound.

Now, Mr. Goff, you lack my passion, my
dedicated benevolence. My hatred

for these three people is all
-consuming. Perhaps, perhaps it has even

me, kept me alive, and by all accounts I
should be well and truly dead.

I am never without that hatred.

It fills my dreams and my waking hours.
I am become a man with a single purpose.

But that is no matter to you, Mr. Goff.

I am pleased to see you.

Maloff. Sir.

What face am I wearing?

The bland one, sir.

My face of pleasure, then. I wish to
express my pleasure to Mr.

Goff.

Yes, that's better.

A man's faith betrays his thoughts.

Don't you agree?

Now, to business.

I know that you worked for a time with
Dr. Armstrong, a brilliant if misguided

man who sought to control the world
through cybernetics, through robot men,

cybernauts. Yes.

But Steed and his partner at that time,
a Mrs. Emma Peel, foiled that plan.

Yes or no? Speak up, Mr. Garth. That's
correct.

Now, my research has told me that before
he died, Dr. Armstrong

had established a storehouse of these
cybernauts, these robot men.

Is that not so?

It was rumored, yes. Rumored?

I have it as a fact that there was, that
there is such a storehouse and that you

know its location.

Mr. Gough, I am willing to pay very high
indeed to learn the location of that

storehouse. I am willing to go to any
lengths to obtain it.

Mr. Gough, I am wearing my face of
pleasure.

Please, do not force me to assume this
mask.

We had a party, Mrs. Ware, a birthday
party.

Oh, I see.

Oh.

That's nice.

Birthday present.

Oh.

I didn't know you were musical.

I'm not.

Nor can I tell a lie.

Miracle of modern science.

Mrs.

Ware? Yes?

Are you a woman of high moral standards?

Well, of course.

I should leave the guest bedroom until
tomorrow.

Hello. Steve Fitzroy.

Oh, hello, Jim.

It's just routine.

Golf was released today.

Golf?

Yes, but that was years ago.

Ten years, but we like to keep you
informed.

Just in case Goff was nursing a grudge
or something.

You never know.

Thank you, but Goff was pretty small
fry.

Calmly, calmly.

No need to be nervous.

Ready, sir? My pleasure, Maloff.

Excellent, Maloff.

Let us see if Mr. Gough's memory has
felt him well.

Beautiful.

Quite beautiful.

Craftsmanship.

I made them.

Yes.

According to Dr.

Armstrong's specific instructions.

Yes, but I made them.

I see.

Then you would know how to operate them.

Maybe.

These were the most complex Dr.
Armstrong ever designed.

You can preset program them or use
direct radio control.

That way, why, you can direct them
from... From...

From a wheelchair.

Well, you didn't learn that at Eden.

No.

But a proficiency at snooker is another
sign of a misspent youth.

Fitzroy. Indeed.

You shouldn't sneak up on a chap like
that.

I didn't want to spoil your shot.

Considerate, but dangerous.

Oh, Laura, this is John Fitzroy, an old
friend. Laura.

How do you do?

How do you do? Laura, if you wouldn't
mind.

As you said.

Trouble? It's that fellow Gough.

Frank Gough.

You know, released from prison
yesterday.

And? Well, he hasn't been seen since.

He's dropped right out of sight.

Right.

It works.

He works.

Well, of course.

The old doctor knew what he was up to.

The doctor gave you the designs.

You executed them. You interpreted them.

That's right.

So the analogy might be, he the
architect, you the builder.

I suppose.

Your talent is merely interpretative,
then. You would be incapable of original

design. That's a darn good piece of
engineering.

But you would be incapable of
progressing that design further.

Look, I'm an engineer.

A mechanic.

Yes, if you like.

To take... Dr Armstrong's designs
further, well... You'd need someone like

an expert.

Someone into cybernetics.

A genius.

Yes.

We must be rid of weak men, Maloff.

Indeed, sir.

Right hand down.

Do you like him?

Like him? He's magnificent.

Oh, John, darling.

But I can't perfectly accept him. I
insist.

But why?

Well, because you like him. Because I
like people who have what they like.

You are a generous man.

Too generous.

I have warned you about sneaking up on
me. You have.

Oh, dear.

Oh, Laura, I haven't introduced you
to... We met the last time you hit him.

More trouble?

He's Frank Goff.

He's dead.

Neck broken.

As though he'd been hit with an iron
bar.

So I see.

Professor Mason is very well guarded.

Too well guarded.

We'll never get him out of there.

It really is intolerable.

Experiment not going well, Professor?

You know perfectly well what I mean.
You, a guard outside.

I'm a prisoner.

No, Professor Mason.

Protected. Against what?

Anything. Everything.

Troubled times.

You're an important person.

And these times, important people are a
target.

I'm sorry if I bother you. Yes, well,
you do bother me.

Breathing down my neck. There's no
privacy.

Consider the bright side, Professor.

As long as I'm here, you're safe.

No one can guess at you.

They were prepared for men, Maloff.

Mortal men.

If not a man, what?

You saw nothing at all?

I felt it.

I saw it.

I felt the roof fall in on me.

And when it fell, what sound did it
make?

A swish?

A whip cracking?

Whip cracking?

You're up to something.

What?

Red tape, the form, the rules.

Whatever Professor Mason was working on
was so secret, perhaps even he didn't

know.

But I want to know.

Mason.

Professor Mason.

Your work for the government is a
closely guarded secret.

But closely guarded secrets have always
been my stock in trade.

And so I know, Professor.

Cybernetics. Remote control.

Automation.

Robotics.

Robots. I know, Professor.

Who are you?

What do you want? Want?

Do you recognize it?

It's a Cybernaut.

I've heard of them, but I never saw one
until today.

Dr. Armstrong is dead, but you are alive
and possibly the only man capable of

progressing his brilliant work further.

Further? That is why you are here,
Professor, to construct another of

to my specifications.

Cybernaut. You don't spell it like that.
C -Y -B -E... I know.

Does it matter how you spell it?

No.

You went and looked up those old files
too, didn't you?

Well, I did happen to be checking on...
Didn't you?

Cybernaut. A steel robot.

Man -made.

Man -shaped.

Radio -controlled.

A kind of walking missile.

Capable of shattering doors and of
riding roughshod over any kind of guard.

Impervious to bullets and very, very
deadly.

Did I leave anything out?

Only that you love me very much.

Besides that?

No.

That's a full story.

I didn't mention Mrs Emma Peel.

You never do.

I've been meaning to ask you about that.

She and Steed came up against the
Cybernauts before.

Twice before.

And nearly died.

Yes.

Yes. Steed's worried.

Furrow's under the bowler. Steed never
worries.

It's a feature of the man. He never,
never worries.

Not unless he's worried. Which means
it's serious. Very, very serious. And

is very, very serious, if you get my
meaning.

Yes.

The man who designed the Cybernauts...
Is dead.

Very dead. And goth. Who was just an
engineer.

Is dead too.

So who?

Is controlling them.

No. Oh, but I say yes, Professor.

It's unthinkable. But possible.

Is it possible?

We can persuade you, Professor.

In various ways.

With this.

With money. Name your price. I would
prefer it to be with money, because then

could look upon you as a helpful
colleague.

But there is a third way.

Maloff. Sir.

The girl.

Ah, the girl.

The girl.

Leaves her apartment at 8 .30 each
morning. She walks across the courtyard,

empty.

Ideal. She turns left into a quiet
street, empty, ideal.

Then she walks across the park, empty,
ideal, to college.

Your daughter, Professor.

We can pick her up at any time.

We can... Marry her!

We have the means.

Now, what I am asking is not impossible.

Why are you doing this thing?

Why?

I hope you have a strong stomach.

Professor Maloff.

Sir?

Now, you know why I'm doing this.

I am only half a man, and they did this
to me.

The materials, the equipment I should
need can be obtained from only one

the Turner Laboratories.

Make a list of the things you'll
require.

The laboratories are government -owned,
top secret, closely guarded.

As I told you before, we have the means.

The Turner Laboratories are not given to
jocularity, Mr Steedman. I suppose

devising new methods of destroying
people isn't exactly a barrel of laughs.

Nevertheless, we do call this area
Mason's Mandate. The professor worked

for so long, you see.

And we're not always seeking new ways of
destroying people, you know.

Only last month we discovered a cure for
tenelosis.

Tenelosis? It's a particularly virulent
bacterial infection.

That you divide?

Well, yes.

This was the professor's den.

That's where he sat.

That's the chair he sat in.

The window he looked out of. Yes.

What was he working on?

I'm not allowed to tell. I know.

And even now, approximately 150 clerks
of varying responsibility are writing,

signing and countersigning documents to
allow you to tell me. But I haven't got

the time.

But the regulations specifically say...
The regulations were not drawn up to

possibly save Professor Mason's life.

I don't know if it helps, but I believe
I'm distantly related to a clam.

Cybernetics. That's the science of... I
know.

You're only confirming what I had
already feared.

Feared?

That's the Professor Seducer.

What?

Well, he called it that. It's a kind of
computer, you see.

But much more incisive.

And seducer?

Yes.

You seem to be a very incisive man.

The cupboard.

What?

But I was only flirting with you. The
cupboard. Mr. Seed.

There must be a regulation against this.

That is the machine you require,
Professor?

Yes.

He's coming round.

Oh, Purdy.

Definitely coming round. Purdy.

And he's going to be all right. Oh!

What happened?

I'm very disappointed.

What happened? That's a terribly corny
thing to say, Steve.

You could have said, where's the party?

That at least would have been different
and fairly amusing.

Or you could have muttered something
unintelligible in Latin. On the other

he might want to know what happened.

You were hit.

And I'll give you even money, you know
by whom.

Or what.

No bet.

Oh, yes.

We found an attractive, slightly
hysterical woman in the cupboard.

But as she was locked in the inside and
you were on the outside, we didn't think

that she would press charges.

I wish you had got in there with her.

You saved her life.

Did I?

And nearly threw away your own.

You must stop being so gallant, Seed.

We're liberated now.

I'll remember that.

That's not all you'll remember, is it?

Cybernotes. Yes, we got as far as that.

Before your time.

Not anymore.

I came here for one purpose.

To steal equipment.

Why?

And for whom?

You wouldn't be playing for time,
Professor.

That isn't a game you would play. What
you're asking me for is the most

machinery combined with utter strength.
That does take time. I appreciate that.

But equally, you must appreciate that I
am eager to set my plan into motion,

eager to see them squirm.

It takes time.

As long as you are not creating
unnecessary delay.

You see, Professor, I like you. I trust
you. I delight in you. I beam on you.

Maloff! Sir! I am wearing my beaming
face.

Indeed, sir. Good.

Good. I know it is only a mask,
Professor, but look deep into my eyes.

Do you not see a twinkle?

A twinkle of anticipation.

Yes.

Yes.

Maloff! Sir!

Not to cover all traces is a bad
mistake, Maloff.

Indeed, sir, you were saying, but...
Then?

What about Foster?

Surely, sir, I mean, there's hardly any
link. But there is a link.

And we are dealing with three very
brilliant people. Make no mistake, if

is a link, they will find it.

They must not find it.

Gambit?

Mike?

I suppose you think that's funny.

No, I don't really go in for slapstick
and banana skins.

Coward now, or mollyhead.

Purdy, what the hell do you want?

You.

Why don't you say so? Down, boy.

I want you to accompany me.

On the piano?

To J .B. Foster's place.

And who?

Is J .B. Foster.

Mrs. Foster's little boy.

Oh, Coward or Moliere would really go
for that.

J .B. Foster works for the prison
authorities.

The prison which Goff was in.

Now, Goff was released a day early from
prison. Did you know that? No, you

didn't. Nor did I until I checked on it.
I suppose this is all leading

somewhere. Only three people knew that
Goff was going to be released a day

early. And one of them was J .B. Foster.

Now, Goff must have been picked up from
jail.

You still with me?

To the ends of the earth.

Why are you leaning so heavily on J .B.
Foster?

Because he bets the horses.

So do I.

That's right.

And if he's as absolutely rotten as you
are at picking horses, and if he loses

as much money as you do, he's bribable.
I do not lose much money.

That's because you're mean, mean, mean.

You don't deny you pick rotten horses.

Herdy, aren't we forgetting one thing?

You're the girl who gives me the tips.

Stop changing the subject.

So, I suggest we get round there and
talk to him.

Okay, Purdy, wait outside.

I'm not going to leave this room because
you'll lock the door.

Purdy. And you will get back into bed
and you will go to sleep.

Purdy. And I will go off and see J .B.
Foster and do all the hard work. Purdy,

I'm not wearing any pyjamas.

Oh.

I'll wait outside.

I'll take the high road. I'll take the
back road.

And I'll be in Foster's before ye.

Gambit.

The last tip I gave you paid off. Yes,
it did.

But you gave it to me two hours after
the race.

Well, nobody's perfect.

It is of no matter.

He... It served its purpose.

Now, Professor, to our real task.

You dented him, Mike. You actually
dented him.

Poor, leather little fist.

Ow! How does it feel now?

Worse since I entrusted it to you.

Well, I can promise you one thing. You
certainly won't play the piano again,

which is a blessing for us music lovers.

See?

I'm not taking any chances this time.

We lifted a thumbprint off this thing.

Just one.

What a pity you're not wearing your hat.

I could have told you to hold on to it.

The thumbprint has been identified.

Felix Kane.

I'm ready. And I.

I've kept my part of the bargain.

Not quite, Professor.

Not yet.

Two weeks inside that.

I was lucky it didn't mummify.

I absolutely promise you. That it's
going to get better.

Ow! It's still stiff.

Needs exercise.

Yes.

How about a drink?

I'll get you one.

Still nothing on Kane.

Must be a mistake.

Keep an eye on Purdy.

Pleasure.

Limbs are operated by electronic
impulse, directly attached to your

muscles.

You'll get the hang of it soon enough. I
think, Professor, I already have.

scientific skill is to be admired,
Professor.

I have now the strength of, what, fifty
men?

A hundred?

And with this, I am virtually
bulletproof.

You have made me a whole man again,
Professor.

Or rather, half man, half cybernaut.

With the passionate hatred of one, and
the killing power of the other.

An invincible combination.

I've done what you asked of me under
duress, but I have done it. You have

indeed. You have my gratitude.

You promised me. I did. And I am a man
of my word. You shall have your freedom.

Well, then. You shall have it when I
have completed my task.

These new limbs, Professor.

This new mobility.

This new strength.

Supposing something should go wrong, who
would I turn to?

You must be patient, Professor.

I have learned to the virtue of
patience.

I have waited 12 long months to savor
this experience.

But why, these past days, you've had the
means?

Send a machine to do a man's work?

To destroy at a distance, by remote
control?

Where would be the joy in that?

No, no, Professor.

This is something I must do for myself,
because... because I must.

Besides, to send a cybernaut would be
mercifully quick.

And I have other things in mind.

Other refinements.

I think I shall begin with the girl.

Purdy.

Gambit! Oh.

Hello, Ferdy.

Why are you lurking out there?

I'm not lurking.

Well, not now, but you were. Your whole
attitude is one of pure and positive

lurk. Oh, that.

Backache. Legacy from the encounter with
the Cybernoths.

And I suppose you want me to massage it.

No, as a matter of fact, I don't. I've
got all the messieurs I can use, thank

you. I bet they don't have my agreeable
nature.

One of them might.

The ugly one.

What are you doing here, anyway?

I can't return your book.

What book?

The book. You let me.

Book.

Damned if I haven't forgotten it.

Book, yes.

See you later, Paddy.

I pass, master.

Of course.

Good.

Merge with the crowds.

Indeed, sir.

This shall be a momentous day.

Maroff. Sir.

Make sure the professor is kept
comfortable.

Very good, sir.

He's mad.

You know he's mad.

He pays well.

That's all I know.

He intends killing that girl.

Not right away.

Not all at once.

That steel hand you've given him, like a
razor.

I'd like a drink.

What a good idea.

I will join you.

Scotch? Yes.

Water? Soda?

Water would be fine.

Get away from there.

I said get away!

The thumbprint is recent.

Oh, yes, very recent.

And what's more... Excuse me.

Hello?

Is John Street there?

Speaking.

Who?

Professor Mason?

Where are you?

What?

Hurdy, I think her name is.

He's going to kill her.

Or worse than kill her.

Kane is more than a man now.

He's a superman.

He is... What?

Right.

Ministry types, no stamina.

Mike.

Purdy, I don't believe we have actually
met before, but you know who I am.

Cain. Ah, sharp, incisive, intelligent.

Cain, or the phoenix risen from the
inferno.

I chose you first because when Steed
sees you, he will suffer so very much.

He is very fond of you, I believe.

When Steed sees me? When he sees what
has become of you.

Have you ever considered, Purdy, the
cruel vagaries of fate?

The tennis champion who smashes his
elbow?

The concert pianist who breaks his hand?

The ex -dancer whose legs are
irreparably shattered?

A moment.

Just a moment to regard that oh -so
-beautiful face.

That perfect body.

Just a moment to remember you as you
once were.

As you used to be.

Delay me.

Fight now.

Anticipation can be the price of life.

The longer it takes, the more I can
join.

And you are going to make a fight of it.

Wonderful.

Wonderful.

Not that. This.

You've given me a great deal of
pleasure, Bertie.

But all good things must come to an end.

Thank you.

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