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- Mother? - Yes?

- Roger here, sir. - Roger.

- That's right, sir. - No, no, no, I mean, Roger, I'm receiving you, Roger.

Oh, yes, sir. Look, I've followed Arkin

to some wooded country south of the establishment.

- Is he alone? - So far.

Then he's going to make contact with someone.

That's my reading.

Stay with him, and remember,

Arkin's their official receiver.

Any secrets will be leaked to him.

Yes, Mother.

Find out who contacted him. That's who we want.

- Roger. - Roger, Roger.

Uh, by the way, we're very pleased

with the way things are going.

All this information is invaluable.

What is the density, the velocity of this device?

Man: That's the real big secret.

We haven't been able to get hold of that yet.

Shall I continue with the equations?

Man: Yes, just as soon as I've got this down.

You've done very well, very well indeed.

Now, shall we continue?

Yes. We... Arkin, behind you!

(gunshot)

Fool.

I must say, Mother, it's a bit thick.

Putting me under house arrest?

I couldn't agree with you more, Steed,

but you must appreciate my position.

Secrets have been leaking

from the Carmadoc research establishment.

And you've spent some time there recently.

At your request, to investigate the leakages.

Oh, yes, you and I know that,

but the people at the establishment don't.

So what more natural than they should vent their spleen and...

The only stranger in their midst.

Exactly.

That's why I told them you were under arrest

pending a full inquiry.

You don't really mind, do you?

- Well, I... - Woman: Good morning, Mr. Steed.

As you can see,

I've tried to make the conditions of your arrest

as, uh, congenial as possible.

You have me there,

but this doesn't solve the problem of Carmadoc.

I'm putting someone else onto it.

- Oh? - Tara.

Tara?!

Tara.

You don't think she can do it?

Well, I... I wouldn't say that.

But?

Well, she's...

female.

Exactly.

A new intuitive approach to things.

And she's vulnerable.

- Mother? - Ah, Tara, my dear.

Steed.

You're in for some sea air. Carmadoc.

Papers are on there.

Grapes?

I have some, thanks.

Good. When do we leave?

Steed will not be accompanying you.

He's under arrest.

Arrest?

I'm innocent! Entirely innocent!

Yes, but for how long?

So I go it alone, do I, Mother?

No.

(blows whistle)

Sir!

This is Watney. He'll be going with you.

Man: Guthrie?

No, don't turn around.

I'm right behind you.

On your feet.

Move!

What are you going to do?

We'll see about that, Guthrie. Keep coming.

I wasn't going to tell anyone.

I swear to you, I wasn't going to tell anyone.

I swear to you, I wasn't.

Keep coming.

I wasn't going to tell... Wasn't going to tell anyone.

I wasn't going to tell anyone.

I wasn't going to...

- (screams) - Goodbye, Guthrie.

I trust you are completely familiar with the ramifications

and complexities of this assignment.

Yes, I have read the file.

We intercepted coded radio messages the past few weeks

- giving... - Up-to-the-minute reports

on all the work done at Carmadoc Research.

Ah, here we are.

Good morning, sir. Passes, please.

Major Sparshott is in charge of security here.

Something of a tart, I believe,

so you better let me deal with him.

Anti-bugging device, hidden detectors,

long-range mics stand no chance with this stuff.

- All right so far? - Perfectly.

You know what we're doing here, of course.

Accelerating solar power with a view to...

Harnessing the power of the sun.

That's the simple way of looking at it,

but as you can see, it isn't simple.

Professor Carswell.

Miss Tiddiman.

Dr. Seligman.

I personally screened each one of them.

Well, then I think we can assume it's an outside job.

But we've no right to make such an assumption.

Yes, but there's no reason why we can't.

Now about the outside, Major Sparshott,

have there been any unusual occurrences lately,

anything particularly out of the norm?

Well, there can't possibly be any connection,

but the other day a local resident

fell over the cliff edge.

- What was his name? - Guthrie, Walter Guthrie.

King: Does he live near here?

Sparshott: A cottage about a mile away.

You can supply me with transport?

- Well, yes, but I... - Right. Then shall we go?

Yes, but...

Oh, much better if you stay here.

After all, you're familiar with the ramifications

and complexities of this assignment.

Markin here.

The girl, Tara King,

she's on her way to Guthrie's place now.

I made the tea twice.

He isn't home yet.

Not himself at all.

Who isn't?

Mr. Guthrie.

- But Mr. Guthrie... - Isn't home yet.

He's always so very punctual, so very punctual.

Well, I should know.

I've kept house for him for 10 years now.

Oh, then you knew him... You know him quite well, do you?

Like my own son. Such a nice gentleman.

I wish he'd come home for his tea.

He's very interested in astronomy, isn't he?

No luck. Still not receiving.

You're sure you're spot-on? Well, try another angle.

There, I've set another cup

for dear Mr. Guthrie for when he returns.

Still no good. Keep going.

Seven years' bad luck, they say.

- Hmm? - The mirrors.

Oh, Mr. Guthrie did that.

- I helped him. - Hold it.

"Take a hammer, Emily," he said.

Take a hammer and smash everything shiny."

Loud and clear.

It was rather wicked, I'll admit,

but I quite enjoyed it.

But didn't he tell you why?

Why what, dear?

Why he wanted you to smash everything up?

Oh, not everything, just the shiny things.

I think it had something to do with Mr. Williams.

Mr. Williams?

Oh, won't you help me, dear?

(squealing static)

Such a nice man, Mr. Williams.

He and Mr. Guthrie share the same interests.

Stars, you know,

except that Mr. Williams is different.

I don't understand it.

Mr. Guthrie watches the stars through this.

But Mr. Williams watches them through a wireless.

A radio astronomer.

Um, tell me,

where does this Mr. Williams live?

(squealing static)

(static stops)

She mentioned Williams, Frederick Williams,

then it went dead as a doornail.

Yes, we'll have a head start. I'll get on to it right away.

Gozzo?

Williams' place.

I'm going to recommend that binoculars are forbidden

within this establishment.

I understood that you were from the Ministry.

- That's right. - On an educational tour.

Not strictly true.

I am here to investigate the leakage of secrets.

Specially chosen for the job, in fact.

- To investigate the leakages. - Correct.

- Or us? - Both if necessary.

You'll find me fair, but totally dedicated.

I'm sorry, Doctor,

but the binoculars, for the time being,

are utterly necessary to our work here.

Dr. Seligman is our meteorologist.

He has to keep a constant eye on approaching weather.

Of course, if you're willing to take the responsibility

of bringing the entire project to a halt,

I will call the Minisry and explain that you're...

No, no, no. Dr. Seligman can keep his binoculars.

For the time being.

Which one of us do you suspect?

Hmm?

Well, it has to be someone in this room, doesn't it?

Excuse me.

Everyone who has full knowledge

of the techniques being used here, yes.

- That's the three of us, then. - And Sparshott.

He sits in on every conference.

- For security reasons. - Did I suggest otherwise?

I would have thought so.

Mr. Watney?

The fruits of our labors... Solar power.

Like to talk to you.

Still in its infancy, of course.

The woods beyond this establishment,

meet me there in 10 minutes.

But big developments ahead.

(door closes)

(clears throat)

Just get a breath of fresh air.

(distant whistle)

(distant whistle)

Man: Dr. Seligman.

Over here, Dr. Seligman.

(laughs)

Over here, Dr. Seligman.

(laughs)

This way, Dr. Seligman.

(laughs)

I was right.

My theory was right.

That's right, Dr. Seligman.

(gunshot)

Watney...

I know how it's done.

Mirrors.

All done...

with mirrors.

(man laughs)

You don't think that I...

I'm trained to question everything, Major.

(sniffs) Everything.

I heard someone calling him, then a laugh close by.

Couldn't have been anyone over there.

- I would have seen them. - Very close by, perhaps in...

that direction.

You often hear voices?

There was someone here, right here.

Hello.

Yeah?

I'd like to see the lighthouse keeper.

There isn't one.

This lighthouse doesn't function anymore.

- It's a private residence. - Oh, I'd love to see inside.

Hey, just a minute. You can't go in there!

But I would like to meet the owner.

- Would you? - Kettridge.

What's the trouble?

She wants to speak to the colonel, sir.

Oh, I'm sorry, I'm afraid you'll have to forgive Kettridge.

He sometimes tends to be too diligent.

I'm Timothy Barlow, the colonel's secretary.

Tara King. Hello.

Well, Miss King, the colonel doesn't like

to be disturbed with what he calls trivialities,

so if you could enlarge on the nature of your business.

It's about the man who fell off the cliff,

Mr. Barlow, hardly a triviality.

- Guthrie? - Yes.

Well, yes, as you say. Excuse me.

Oh, Colonel, there's a Miss King here

who would like to speak to you.

Yes, sir, I think it is important.

Yes, sir, I'll bring her up immediately.

Miss King, Colonel Withers will see you.

- This way. - Thank you.

A colonel in a lighthouse?

Yes. Odd, isn't it?

The colonel comes from a family of soldiers,

yet at heart, he's always wanted to be...

A sailor.

How far is it?

Oh, about a year.

Oh, it's the colonel's little joke.

There are 365 of these stairs

and he says it takes about a year to climb them.

365?

The lamp room.

- Miss King, sir. - Huh?

- Colonel Withers. - How do you do?

- Spartan! Amazonian! - Beg your pardon?

Not even out of breath. I like that.

Physical fitness. I like that, too.

- How do you do? - Hello.

Well, Barlow said it was important, what?

Oh, it's about poor Mr. Guthrie, sir.

- Oh? - The fellow who toppled off the cliff.

Relative?

No. Um, interested party.

Idle curiosity, morbid interest, huh?

No. More intimate concern.

Huh, that's better.

Not enough concern these days, not half enough.

Oh. Can't help you.

But I haven't asked for any help yet.

(laughs) Got spirit, eh?

Oh, I like that, I like that. Still, can't help you.

Never even knew the fellow.

Yes, but I thought perhaps you saw him when you...

Do you mind?

Saw him? Did I see him, Barlow?

Well, it is possible, sir.

Perhaps when you were in the village.

No, no, no.

I meant because the lighthouse overlooks the cliff edge,

perhaps you saw him through the telescope.

The cliff edge? Cliff edge...

Take a look, young woman.

And what do you see? The sea.

That's what you see.

The great, grand, rolling ocean

and ships, ships under sail, underway,

heading for exotic destinations.

Oh, no, Miss King,

you won't find me looking at the land.

Nevertheless.

On a clear day you can almost reach out

and touch the cliffs.

And shake hands with your visitors.

But I've already explained, I practically never spend time

looking at the... Visitors?

Hmm, looks like she's planning to stay quite some time.

Barlow!

I've no idea who she is, sir.

Find out, then!

You know I hate being disturbed.

So, um, you don't know Guthrie?

That is correct.

Mm, I suppose that means

you wouldn't know his friend Mr. Williams either.

Probably not.

Ask Barlow.

You seem to rely on Barlow for an awful lot.

He takes care of the trivialities, Miss King,

the trivialities.

Good day.

Thank you, Colonel.

I'm sorry, Miss Marshall.

But of course the colonel will see me,

and of course I must stay here.

I must say a year passes more quickly on the way down.

Oh, perhaps you can shed a little light on this.

Pandora Marshall.

I arranged weeks ago to interview Colonel Withers

and to stay here as his guest.

He agreed that I should investigate all his developments...

Miss King knows nothing about this.

He's right. I can't help you.

And the colonel is a very busy man.

He doesn't seem very busy.

And he is inclined to forget things.

He asked me to ask you who Mr. Williams is.

This is getting me nowhere.

If I could just speak to Mr. Barlow.

But this is Mr. Barlow.

- Mr. Barlow? - Yes.

But surely... the Mr. Barlow who wrote me this?

But you agreed to all the arrangements,

to my interviewing Colonel Withers,

to staying here.

That is your signature, Mr. Barlow.

Oh, yes.

Yes, of course it is.

I am sorry. I owe you an apology.

I'm obviously as forgetful as the colonel.

Kettridge, take Miss Marshall's suitcases along

to one of the guest cabins, will you?

I'm awfully sorry.

Then I do get to see the colonel.

Yes, of course, as soon as he's free.

We'll go get you settled in first.

Enjoy your stay.

Miss King, what line of business are you in?

Oh, not unlike yours. I investigate developments.

- Miss Marshall? - Yes.

(seagulls squawking)

(squawking stops)

(tuning)

(seagulls squawking)

Watney: Totally baffled. I just can't understand it.

I mean, it's quite incredible.

The area was absolutely deserted.

Well, Mr. Watney, we went through those woods

with a fine-tooth comb... Not a sign of anyone.

I heard voices coming out of thin air.

- I really did hear... - (whistles softly)

What was that?

What was what?

Sounded like... Like someone whistling.

Oh. Not hearing things again, I hope.

Come on. You need a drink.

What a handy little toy.

Miss King! Don't be alarmed.

I'm speaking from the lighthouse.

I knew something funny was going on

as soon as I met the so-called Mr. Barlow.

You see, I met Barlow before, and it wasn't the same man.

Miss King?

Miss King!

It's me, Pandora Marshall.

Where are you?

I'm here at the light...

(grunts)

That's Miss King.

Oh, it's all right. She's leaving.

No, wait a minute.

She's trying to contact somebody.

I wonder just how much you told her.

- You're not... - Shut her up!

Hello, Watney? Tara.

Listen, I'm out on the cliff edge,

and there's something very funny going on.

What do you mean funny?

Well, I thought I heard a voice

coming out of the thin air.

You heard what? A voice?

Well, that's marvelous news!

Jolly good work, Tara. Excellent.

You come right out, then. I'll be waiting.

So you did get to talk to her.

Never mind.

You'll be able to talk to her again.

I will lure her to the edge of the cliff.

Oh, no!

You will say exactly what I tell you to say.

You understand?

Pandora: Help!

Help!

Over here!

Over here!

Please help me!

Help me!

Where are you? I can't see you.

Goodbye, Miss King.

Tara? Tara!

Well, she said she'd be here.

She must have gone off somewhere.

We'd have seen her.

Well, there's no other way down from here.

Oh, yes, there is. One other way.

It's her necktie.

What am I going to tell Mother?

(telephone rings)

Yes?

What?

When?

I see.

What are the chances?

Keep searching?

Well, of course you keep searching.

Call me as soon as you hear anything further.

- Well? - It's early days.

I... I never set much store by first reports.

Is Tara in trouble?

When I think of the times it's been reported

and confirmed to me that you were...

- Well, that I'm what? - Were missing.

Missing?

I told you she shouldn't go in there.

She's been trained to take care of herself.

It's just a game to her! She goes charging in.

There's no room for sentimentality, Steed.

You know that what I say is logical.

- Now, what are the chances? - Chances?

If she survived the fall, if she missed the rocks,

if she wasn't swept out to sea,

I'd say her chances were quite good.

I'm releasing myself from close arrest!

Very well, then. Steed, I hope...

What I mean to say is let's both hope that Tara...

Let's!

Rhonda?

Someday your luck's gonna change.

Let's get out of here.

(grunting)

But you're dead. The cliff, I saw you fall.

No, they pushed me. That was their mistake.

They pushed me clear of the rocks, and then, well, I can swim.

- Who are you? - (grunts)

Barlow, Timothy Barlow.

Oh!

Then you must be...

Colonel Withers.

All the others are impostors, secret agents.

And they're stealing secrets on the research establishment.

- I see, but how? - With my retrometer.

That's why I came down to interview him.

It's a tremendous achievement.

Transmits sound along a beam of light.

All you need is a shiny surface.

And you can receive or transmit...

Or eavesdrop?

And Williams and Guthrie, who are they?

Astronomers. They stumbled onto the whole scheme

and so they silenced them.

Listen, I've got a friend who can open these

at the drop of a bowler hat, but...

Never mind about us.

Use the retrometer to fetch help.

- Where is it? - Upstairs, in the lamp room.

Yes, Mother. No, Mother.

No further news, Mother.

Yes, Mother. Immediately, Mother.

Recalled?

Recalled and replaced.

The lamp room.

(tuning)

Well...

And no more hearing voices, eh?

I hope not.

Watney!

Watney, you...

(pounding on door)

(car approaching)

Watney, help me! I'm in the lighthouse!

(gunshot)

(gunshot)

(tea tray falls)

(blows landing)

I'm taking the rest of the day off.

323, 324, 325...

364, 365.

Leap year?

Very clever, Miss King.

Very clever indeed.

But there's still only one way out of this place.

You have to get past me.

Don't turn round.

Just drop the gun very carefully.

Very impressive.

But not quite impressive enough.

You've done a lot of damage.

Disrupted our whole organization,

and I don't like that.

I don't like that at all.

I say.

I do beg his pardon, whoever he is.

He's one of them.

Don't move.

That's right. Now you keep an eye on him.

I'll go and look after the other five.

Right.

Five?

Steed.

Tara?

I'm awfully flattered, really,

you dashing in to the rescue like this,

but I'm afraid you're just the tiniest bit too late.

Tara?!

Never mind. It's the thought that counts.

Where are you?

Don't worry. I won't haunt you.

If you promise to take me out to dinner tonight.

Disembodied and still got an appetite?

Ravenous. Must be all the exercise I've been taking.

Where are you?

Just head on over to the lighthouse,

and I'll be with you in...

in less than a year.

Table for one!

And one ethereal voice! (laughs)

Oh, Steed, just talking about food is torture.

The table's ready.

Now, what would you like?

You mean anything, anything at all?

We aim to please.

Well, there is one thing.

Your wish is my command.

Have you got a great big juicy rare fillet steak?

Well, it's a little mundane, you know,

but since you ask, yes.

Done to a turn.

Steed, what can I say?

You're unbelievable.

That's very nice of you to say so.

I always say that the simplest pleasures of life

are the most enjoyable.

(laughs)

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