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Can you massage me?

It's got your chin to a T.

Would you scramble the phone, please?

Talbright? No.

That's Peter Manderson, isn't it?

Now listen.

Martin's coming over the border at 0730 hours in a truck.

We'll collect him.

Right? Right.

First we have to persuade our Russian friend down there that we're still in

Paris.

Ready? Ready.

Now it's Germany all the way.

Loves me.

Loves me not.

Loves me.

Loves me not.

Birdie.

Loves me.

Hear it?

He's made it.

angels of death

Come on, come on. Come on, Mr.

Palbright. The night's still young. Come on.

Come on.

Come on, you can do it.

Hello, darling.

Good chance. You do look well.

So I should, my dear.

I've done nothing but rest the whole week.

Steed and Purdy were there when Martin crashed across the border.

He came with vital information.

But he was shot before he could tell us everything.

What did he tell you? That there is a plan to eliminate key personnel in vital

areas in government and security.

How? Oh, he didn't tell us that. But apparently the plan is 100 % effective.

And untraceable.

Martin was delirious most of the time, but this is what he said.

The angels of death.

He said that over and over.

The angels of death.

The killer within.

The plan.

The plan.

The plan is already in operation.

Don't move him.

Get a doctor up to three or four.

What's happened?

Pellbrat. He's dead.

Dead? Must have been hard.

That puts you in charge now, Madison.

Stress. Physical and mental. The killer of modern civilization.

He can smell food and water, but he cannot find his way to it.

Eventually, he'll go mad or die.

Die from sheer stress.

Like Pelbride? Like Pelbride.

And how about Colonel Thompson?

At this very moment, he is being conditioned.

First dress him physically, and then impose the psychological strength.

Natural causes, huh?

No doubt about it.

Felbright died a natural death.

And I'm wearing dead men's shoes.

Well, I warned you about coming in from the cold.

Yes, you did. I didn't think it would be like this, all this paperwork. No

wonder Felbright fell down.

Natural causes, huh?

We're dead.

Leave it there, do you, Steve? Of course not.

I suppose in my new elevated position I should be pursuing that one, but... I'll

carry the burden, Andy.

Thanks.

I'll do the same for you one day.

Oh, no, you won't.

You won't catch me, but I'm one of those.

Morning, Steve.

Cold strain.

How are things?

Hectic.

Poor old Pellbright couldn't have gone at a worse time.

Eh? Well, I'd only just finished that German thing.

Promised myself a holiday and now all this.

Can I get a drink?

No.

I don't.

I suppose you're right.

If you're not careful, you'll get the same as Pellbright.

You're not overdoing things, Manderson. Well, we all work hard.

You as hard as anybody.

Look at you.

Calm, cool, fighting fit. I don't know how you do it.

Well, I get a little help.

Paul Rearsby.

Relaxation therapist.

No, it works.

It works for me.

Why don't you at least give it a try?

Tell him I sent you.

Portrait of a man's back.

Portrait of an unsociable man's back.

Come and have a look.

Dead man.

47 of them.

Last one, Pellbright.

Now, they all had three things in common.

They were all key men in government service, ministers, MPs, the civil

our people.

And they all died in the last two years.

That's two things they had in common. You said three. The third is they all

suddenly of natural causes.

Pellbright's angel of death.

Has been a busy boy.

Natural causes?

I know.

That means there must be something else.

A fourth factor they all had in common, which doesn't show up here.

Like to try and find it?

Yes.

There's something else.

If this operation is the one that Pellbright was talking about, there must

somebody dug in, somebody they're saving up just for this.

A sleeper. In the government machine. Maybe even in this department.

Like to try and find it?

It's really quite urgent.

You wouldn't believe how many permutations there are of possible links

47 people.

Roughly 47 multiplied by known variables to the power of six.

Gambit, I didn't know you'd read mathematics.

I haven't.

I do the football pool.

Still, I'd rather have my job than yours.

How do you find one sleeper in a government establishment of, well, how

Four million, give or take the odd office cleaner or two.

Gambit, what are you going to do?

Short -circuit it.

Not the machine, the problem.

A little, uh, assistant thinking.

Stick by me closely.

Consider me a body stocking.

Well, given that the other side really do have a way of killing us off by

natural causes... Yes.

And given that the operation is run by a sleeper... Still with me?

Like paper on a wall.

Then the operation must be so sweet that only the best sleeper will do the very,

very best.

And who would that be?

Someone who couldn't possibly be a sleeper.

I've heard you've got a very nasty mind.

I've just asked the machine for a list of people totally above suspicion.

Okay, sweetheart.

Sort them out.

Oh, I think mine's laying its eggs.

Paul?

Paul?

Well done.

Still haven't told me the purpose of your visit, Steed.

Paul?

I've made a little mental list of the highest people in security.

Paul?

And I'm in there?

Very high on the list.

So why the interest?

Paul? Because somebody may be trying to kill you.

It's possible rather than probable, but that's why I want you to have a complete

medical check -up.

What? Paul.

In case you suddenly die of natural causes.

No fear of that.

Never felt fitter.

Just come back from the health.

Anything?

Seven of them liked metal tea. Two of them were Mahjong experts.

Nineteen of them grew roses.

Four of them took snuff.

Fifteen of them played the cello. Twenty -five of them went to Oxford.

Ah. Twenty -two of them went to Cambridge.

Ah. One of them went to both.

He must have been schizoid on boat register.

And there's not a single factor common to them all.

Early days yet.

I know, I know.

Just means I'll have to start breaking them down to subsection.

Here we are.

The incorruptible. All totally above suspicion.

Yes, well, so, of course.

And him, naturally.

The director of FIS, the deputy director, the prime minister,

and me, Manderson, Metcalfe. Just a minute.

Shouldn't I be on there?

Afraid not, 30 girl. But I should be. Why aren't I?

Well, there was that one month you went missing in the Brazilian jungle.

But I was living with that tribe of Indians. They saved my life. You know

about that.

Well, I know that and Steed knows that.

But the computer doesn't.

All it can see is a one -month gap in your file.

And the computer doesn't like gaps.

Far as it knows, you could have been in Moscow.

But Moscow couldn't have cured me of tarantula poisoning.

But the computer doesn't even know you were bitten by a tarantula.

Therefore, it cannot include you in its list of the irreproachably virtuous.

Mechanical prig.

Maybe if you showed it the bite.

Maybe not.

I think... I'll start with Madison.

You came to me not before time, Mr. Manderson.

Your muscles are knotted with tensions.

I've been under the gun recently.

Soon you could be under six feet of earth.

People treated their cars like they treat their bodies. There'd be nothing

on the road.

I had a complete check -up only a few months ago.

A doctor can measure your heart and your blood pressure, but he cannot measure

the inner tensions, the stresses.

You've been smoking and drinking too much.

Sleeping badly?

What? I suppose so, yes.

You may get dressed now.

I can help you.

But first, you must prepare the way.

A 24 -hour stay at a health farm.

I can't afford 24 hours.

24 hours against the rest of your life, Mr. Manderson.

An intensive 24 hours just to help get rid of all the toxic poisons.

Hellfire.

My wife will never, ever forget it.

Then don't tell her. You can think of another excuse, surely.

Manderson?

The trouble with you, Gambit, is that you're a student of modern physics,

the least likely hypothesis is usually the right one.

You play at all?

I agree with the Bishop of Litchfield.

He said golf is a game of propelling a small ball into a hole with the aid of

instruments singularly ill -fitted for the purpose.

Oh, you know the bishop?

No, I read it on the back of a cornflakes packet.

Look, Manderson has a very fine record in the field.

I agree it couldn't possibly be Manderson.

Which is exactly why it might be.

We go and visit Manderson.

Together.

Hello, I'm Tammy. Oh, really?

Welcome to Brandon Health Farm.

Thank you. This way.

I'm sorry, Peter's not here.

He's away for the weekend.

Any idea where he went, Mrs. Manderson?

No, sorry.

He doesn't always tell me when it's official business.

I thought you'd have known that, John.

Of course it was fixed up weeks ago. That's why it slipped my mind. It's not

important. I'll get him on Monday.

He's all right, isn't he?

I mean, there's nothing wrong.

Nothing in the world, Sally.

Sorry to have disturbed you.

Goodbye, Mr. Madison.

Madison hasn't got any official business this weekend.

I must have dozed off.

That's exactly what you need. You're looking better already.

Now, you're just going to have a little injection.

What kind of injection?

Just to help you relax completely.

There you are.

Would you like to spit this one out?

Drink. I could do with another drink.

This'll be his fourth so far.

Nothing like a bit of salt for working up a thirst.

Here you are.

Full of vitamins as an orange grove.

Come on, Mr. Manderson. You haven't finished dancing yet.

Come on.

You can have all the water you want in a moment.

But first, he must earn it.

Earn it, Manderson.

You're in a maze.

A very simple maze.

And to make it even simpler, we have provided you with a diagram.

The X marks the spot where the water is.

Cool, clear, ice cold, sparkling water.

That's the prize mandolin find your way to the water and you can quench your

thirst Find

your

way to the water and you can quench your thirst

It's so beautifully simple, Tammy.

Change the maze.

Keep changing it.

Offer him hope and then take the hope away.

Disorientate him.

Take him to the threshold of ultimate stress.

Soon he will doubt himself.

But then he will doubt the diagram.

Soon he will hate the diagram, and then he will fear it.

It will remain in his subconscious the ultimate stress symbol.

All we have to do is trigger it.

Run him for two hours, then find him, give him water, and put him to bed.

After all, we want him all nice and relaxed for the morning, don't we?

Well, goodbye, Tammy, and thanks.

I feel marvellous, absolutely marvellous. Goodbye.

He'll drive straight to the ministry building, check in, and then he'll drive

home.

And? And?

He's important.

A linchpin.

I want him dead.

And I want him dead today.

Steve, drive.

Yes, but... I said drive.

Okay, so what's it all about?

You.

I tried to contact you yesterday. Your wife, Sally, said you were on official

business. I can explain now. I insist on it.

Steve.

Where do you think I got to, Asia?

Perhaps.

Now, look here.

An explanation, Madison.

Time, places, people.

You really mean it, don't you?

I really mean it.

I'd say it wasn't official business.

Tell me something new.

Natural causes.

Natural causes?

Well, there goes my number one suspect for sleeper of the century.

There goes one of the best friends I ever had.

Sorry.

No, no, I should be sorry. You're just doing your job.

Your theory could be wrong, you know.

Our man could be very suspicious and very obvious.

I know he could be, but I don't think so.

Instinct? You're always telling me to cultivate it.

Here's something more tangible.

That's the connection between the two deaths that even the computer doesn't

about.

Who's your next candidate?

Coldstream. How are you going to tackle him?

Well, there is only one way, isn't there?

Treat him as a worthy enemy.

Interrogation, surveillance, break into his home.

Hideous, the work we do.

Eh?

That's not the cause, but the effect, the side effects.

One's friend, cut down, decimated.

Makes you feel like Adam.

Lonely. You don't have to be.

I'm still here.

Amen to that.

So is Eve.

Eve?

He hasn't been telling you that awful joke about plastic fig leaf, has he?

No.

As a matter of fact, he was showing me the value of friendship.

You heard about Manderson?

Yes.

Steed, I'm awfully sorry.

The show must go on. What have you got?

Well, a cross -reference on everything except birthmarks and ingrown toenails.

And?

Very little.

All of them played cricket at some time.

A small proportion of them were under stress. Some of them actually visited a

health farm.

Steed, are you OK?

Yes, I'm fine.

Why must the show go on, hmm?

Why? Why can't it be cancelled just once in a while, owing to loss or

bereavement? Because.

Because it must.

Everything's worth checking.

Well, I certainly intend giving it a whirl.

Thanks for the recommendation.

Do the well of good.

Oh, I'm sorry, darling.

I admire the work.

Oh, Carter!

Cold Stream's idea.

Thinks I'm overdoing it.

A health farm.

I'm going there tonight.

No, you're not.

You're not going.

Well, you are.

But you're not.

Mr Carter, may I welcome you to the Branton Health Farm?

Hello. It's Purdy.

I've tried calling Gambit and Steed. They're not in.

I want to leave a message.

Can you tell them that I've checked and I've come up with a name for the health

farm? The Brian Turn health farm.

I'm leaving now to look it over.

I think they get the message.

Right, Ferdie.

Hello?

Yasby.

Coldstream. Just a listener.

We may have... trouble.

Paddy.

She's on her way to the farm.

Anticipate that, will you?

I presume you want her interrogated.

And then?

I'll give them the full and final treatment.

I'll be there as soon as I can.

Trouble?

Dull business trouble.

The farm.

Well, I am your secretary.

Any business of yours is... This is something I will handle personally.

Thanks, anyway.

Yes. Yes, Rizvi.

A girl?

Yes. Let her in and detain her.

I understand.

Yes, we'll have her waiting for you when you arrive.

Don't worry.

What about Carter?

Carter? He's ready to be processed.

We're expecting an intruder. You attend to Carter.

Thought you'd still be enjoying the sun.

It's not hot enough.

What? Unlike California, one of the less good summers.

What happens next?

Well, we're here to take care of you.

You're quite right.

I do need care.

Special, personal care.

Just a teeny injection.

To help you relax.

I need relaxation exactly

Why not have a real light to work by?

A real light to thieve by.

I'm not a thief.

Well, you're giving a very good impersonation.

I'm with the... You're good.

Very good.

I'm Jane.

I've got a terrible feeling I should say me Tarzan, but I don't think this is

the moment.

I'm Jane, Mr Coldstream's secretary.

Lucky Mr Coldstream.

Unlucky you.

I really am not a burglar. You said that.

Do I look like a burglar?

No. You look rather... Don't move. Stay where you are. Put your hands over your

head and lean against the wall.

Nor am I a contortionist.

Which do you want? No movement? Hands up?

Lean... Stay still. Absolutely still.

Nor am I a flamingo.

Do you mind?

Jane, do you mind if I make a suggestion?

Go ahead.

Why not have dinner with me tomorrow night?

All right, all right, if you really want to be professional about this.

I should face the wall, arms spread.

Now you move in and frisk me.

Well, come on, come on.

Now keep the gun in the right hand. Keep your eyes on me all the time. The

slightest movement.

Oh, yes, and take the safety catch off the gun first.

Now, would a real burglar have been so helpful?

Would a real burglar have given you your gun back?

And furthermore... Would a real

burglar have done that?

What do you want?

Dinner tomorrow night.

You broke in here?

No. I got in here.

Didn't even bruise the lock.

Like your boss.

You know him?

Do put that down. Puts me at a disadvantage.

If I put it down, you might... I might.

Where is Coldstream? He went out. An urgent call.

Where? Where did he go to?

The farm.

He has an interest in a farm.

Coldstream?

Up to his boots and on his soil, reaping the fat of the land.

Fat is right.

That's what it is. A fat farm.

It's a very, very healthy place to be.

Tell me you've got a weight problem.

Well, I suffered agonies at school.

Everybody used to call me skinny.

I was wondering if you could help me put on a few pounds.

In the right places, of course. How about inches in height?

Rithby will want to question her as soon as he arrives.

We'll make sure she's in the right mood, shall we?

Perfect. Just about to put him in the maze.

Good.

of your work, you will fall into the enemy's hand.

Let us accept that as inevitable.

You will be subjected to physical brutality.

At work, you will be subjected to modern hypnotic drugs.

There are ways of fighting such drugs.

The first, most basic way is to take advantage of your own nervous system.

Pain makes the adrenaline flow.

Adrenaline fights the drug.

So you must inflict pain upon yourself.

Pain! Pain!

Pay me!

Carter's being processed. We hope that he'll be in a... The girl.

Let's deal with the girl first.

I must know how she got onto this place.

She's upstairs in Traction.

Switch it off.

Gambit, switch it off or I'll be playing for the Harlem Globetrotters.

You OK?

Part of the job.

Don't stretch it, you're up. What's going on here?

I broke into Coldstream's place and... Purdy.

I am standing on a box.

Anyway, what's wrong with tall women?

Nothing.

Except you never know what you're getting up to.

Someone's coming.

Sound the alarm.

Search the grounds.

Right. Now creep away and get help. No!

Steed's still inside here somewhere.

Down, boy.

On my turn.

Gambit, you have such a way with women.

Sorry.

We must find Steed.

Here, you go that way. I'll go this way.

The unexpected.

Always the unexpected.

If they expect you to move right, move left.

The first law of survival of this jungle that you will inhabit.

The unexpected move.

This way.

Sir! Sir!

Sir! Later.

Carter's behaving very strangely. Never mind that. This is an emergency.

Cold street! Cold street!

That isn't Carter.

That is State.

I mean, they're supposed to get lost, not us lose them.

Steed's fighting the drug.

Impossible. But, Steed, nothing is impossible. The fact that he's here

he's on to us.

You'll have to go in.

Me? Go in and get him.

Kill him. I'll cover you.

Why look for the way out when I knew the way in?

Keep talking.

What about?

Anything. Idle cocktail party chat.

Poetry.

Anything so I can get a fix on you.

Here.

Perfect.

They're moving into the centre section.

Into the Valley of Death Road to 600.

Half a league.

Half a league!

Half a league.

Half a league.

30.

You don't happen to have a pint of beer on you, do you? I'm awfully thirsty.

There's lots of beer in the pubs.

Ah.

And there are lots of pubs outside.

Oh.

Steve, we have to get out of here.

Lock all doors.

Move in section D5.

What's wrong?

I could have sworn I came in here. I could have sworn too, but ladies

Steed.

We're boxed in.

Close the trap.

Steve, that wall's moving.

Hallucination effects of the drug.

I haven't been drugged.

Excellent.

Crush them.

We can start again.

Rebuild.

With those two out of the way, we... Count again.

Now turn and face the wall.

Very slowly.

With pleasure.

I'm afraid you're too late.

Perry and Steed are dead.

Life of telucination.

If they are dead, so are you.

In cold blood?

Oh, come on.

In hot blood, Gulfstream.

There's Irish on my granny's side.

But I promise you... No!

If you've got to go, what a way to go.

In good company.

Close company.

Steve, I want to tell you something.

Now turn this thing off.

Turn it off!

Thank goodness you're both all right.

You say lots about him.

Amazing.

left, isn't it? No, it's right.

Follow me. I know the way out.

I think.