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(theme music plays)

Windows locked, lights off, papers, passport,

tickets, money, telephone.

Telephone.

(dialing)

Operator?

This is Whitehall 9819.

My name is John Steed.

I shall be away for the next three weeks,

so will you transfer my calls to the usual number?

Hmm? Holiday.

Well, thank you very much.

I shall do my very best to enjoy myself.

Yes. Thank you.

Good-bye.

How do you do?

Windows locked, lights off,

papers, passport, tickets,

money, telephone.

Telephone.

Operator?

This is Whitehall 9819,

John Steed.

I shall be away for the next three weeks,

so will you have my calls transferred

at the usual number?

Hmm. Holiday.

Oh, thank you very much.

I shall do my very best to have a good time.

Thank you. Good-bye.

Hello.

Hello! And good-bye.

- Good-bye? - Stay if you want to.

You know where the drinks are.

Play my records, too, if you wish.

- But as for me, good-bye. - That's very funny,

- but come on, we've got work to do. - You got work to do.

The only work I'm doing is lying on the beach.

So you can tell Mother this is one holiday

I'm not canceling.

I know. You've met a girl.

That's a marvelous thought,

but if I don't get to that ferry,

it'll never happen.

Now if you'll excuse me...

Steed, you are joking, aren't you?

Nice try, but it doesn't work this time.

Now just wish me bon voyage, and I'm on my way.

- But you just got back. - You never give up, do you?

Now you just tell Mother you did your best,

but I'm not falling for it.

Good-bye. I'll send you a postcard.

You already did from Naples.

- October the 21st. - That's right.

Well, today's October the 14th.

No, it's not.

It can't be.

It is October the 14th,

the day I go on holiday.

No, You've already been on holiday

for three weeks.

That's ridiculous.

Ah.

I did all my paperwork here last night.

All right. When did you pack?

Late last night.

I see.

Tara: Do you normally pack your dirty shirts?

Do you always take your souvenirs on holiday with you?

"To Tara,

17 Rue De Balzac, Bordeaux."

What's in it?

I haven't the faintest idea.

What is it?

She's pretty. Who is she?

I've never seen her before in my life.

(telephone rings)

John Steed.

Yes, that's right, about ten minutes ago.

I asked for all calls to be transferred...

What? You've already done it?

When?

For the past three weeks?

Um. Thank you.

You can't just lose three weeks.

It is by no means unusual, old chap.

Indeed, I've seen this particular condition

manifest itself many times.

But why, Dr. Meitner? Why does it happen?

An emotional stress, perhaps mental strain.

Then, of course, there's the classic reason

so beloved of fiction writers, the blow on the head.

What can we do about it?

Very little, but I can assure you,

you have nothing to worry about.

Really?

You have no history of amnesia, no apparent wounds.

No, I think it's a very temporary condition.

How temporary?

How long is a piece of string?

But I think that each day you will see some image

which will spark a memory.

Then when you have started enough sparks,

there will be a conflagration,

and your memory will have returned

with all the blanks filled in.

Isn't there some way of making this conflagration

spark up a bit quicker?

Yes. Rest, peace and quiet.

You come in and see me tomorrow.

Meanwhile, get a good night's sleep.

You could probably do with it, eh?

I can't remember.

I usually keep in touch while I'm away.

Now why didn't I phone?

You did, from Rome and from Paris.

Mother took the calls.

Well, that should be easy enough to check up on.

No, Mother is away right now. Father is taking over.

I see.

Steed, worrying about it isn't going to help at all.

How many people did I send postcards to?

A few of us. I can't remember exactly.

The one you sent Mother was marvelous.

- He thought it was very funny. - (chuckles)

Remind me of it.

It was a Roman statue.

It looked exactly like Mother.

It was a statue of Bacchus.

The likeness was perfect.

(tires screeching)

What happened?

That's a good three weeks' dust.

I started out by losing three weeks of my life.

Now that's bad enough, but I could cope with it.

Stress, strain, overwork, emotional upset.

Oh, there are a dozen reasons that account for it.

Take a few weeks and eventually I'll be able to adjust

to losing part of my memory.

You still have to adjust.

You did lose your memory. It's a fact of life.

Do you realize what happened today?

I tried to kill you. I tried to kill us both.

A calculated and a deliberate attempt to wreck the car.

An impulse, I had no control over it at all.

It happened suddenly, out of the blue.

No warning.

No reason.

And worst of all, I might try again,

and this time I might succeed.

I'd better alert the Department, tell them what's happened.

Will you ring Mother and say I'd like to see him right away?

I told you, Mother is away. Father's running things.

Don't you remember?

Please come in and close the door.

John Steed.

Hello, Father.

You're still using the same tailor.

Sit down.

Draw the curtains if you want.

You don't like dimly lit rooms, do you?

There's three weeks of my life that are in total darkness.

It's beautiful, isn't it?

All the things in this room

have a distinctive textural quality.

They produce very individual sounds.

Well, now...

Well, now, Tara's given me her report.

I've got to find out about those missing weeks.

Our forensic people are checking your car.

They should be able to tell if it's been out of the country.

The phone calls to Mother,

could you have voice prints taken from the recordings?

- Already have. - And?

It was your voice.

I see.

I'm having every aspect of your case checked.

A few more days, and I imagine it'll be sorted out.

And until then?

Until then, you might as well relax.

I'll keep you informed of any further developments.

Good-bye, Steed.

You shouldn't touch me.

You never know where I might have been.

Collins, come in a moment.

Steed's name is to be removed from the active service list.

Steed?!

His security rating is reduced to third-class.

That's all.

- Tara: Sea. - Steed: Breeze.

- Tara: Paris. - Steed: Spring.

- Tara: Café. - Steed: Cognac.

- Tara: Car. - Steed: Autostrada.

- Coliseum. - Rome.

- Photograph. - Girl.

- Name. - Place.

It's no good. I can't remember.

I might as well have been in Tibet.

A face.

You remember something?

A face, an oriental face,

smiling,

a grinning face,

a Chinese weightlifter.

Anything else? Do you remember anything else?

No, just a face smiling,

all the time, just smiling.

Maybe you ought to stop trying for a while.

A Chinese weightlifter...

in London.

- He's here in London. - Now you're pushing it.

Now sit down and I'll make you a drink.

- But you see what this means. - Yes, I know.

Now we'll talk about it quietly.

I'll get some coffee.

Steed!

I got some sleeping pills for you if you want...

Steed?

Exactly what are you looking for, sir?

I don't know, but I know it's somewhere in this area.

I'm sure it's here.

We could spend all night cruising the streets.

Do yourself a favor, sir, turn it in.

I suppose you're right.

- Oh? - Yes.

(church bells tolling)

Stop here.

(bell chimes)

(whistles)

(stops whistling)

(whistles)

(stops whistling)

(whistles)

(continues whistling)

(footsteps approaching)

Windows locked, lights off,

papers, passport, tickets,

money, telephone.

Telephone.

Operator?

This is Whitehall 9819.

My name is John Steed.

I shall be going away for the next three weeks,

so would you have my calls transferred

at the usual number?

Hmm. Holiday.

Oh.

(hangs up)

(doorbell rings)

Man: And you distinctly remember a man

who looked like this?

I see that face all the time.

Now if what you have drawn is a true representation,

it's rather inhuman.

That's him.

He exists somewhere.

Last night, Steed,

do you remember last night?

Steed: I remember perfectly.

I went to bed and woke up yesterday morning.

You're forcing yourself into a vicious circle, Steed.

The more you worry,

the more deeply blanked off does the missing time become.

Man: You must let it filter back naturally.

Or disappear permanently.

There's no danger of that.

The human mind is a quite robust piece of equipment.

Now I'm going to give you a prescription,

just a harmless tranquilizing tablet.

It will help you to rest easy,

and that's what I want for you, complete rest.

I understand.

Complete rest.

- What did he say? - Tranquilizers and rest.

Sounds sensible to me.

We'll go and get the prescription filled,

- and then I'll run you home. - Not yet.

I've just remembered something.

- What? - They must have finished the forensic tests

- on my car by now. - Oh.

Well, you can't drive through three countries

without picking up a clue or two.

Steed: Travers?

Travers: Ah, Steed. Ah, Steed...

And Ms. King.

I just finished, just finished.

Now get rid of these.

Well, you've completed your check?

Where has the car been, Mr. Travers?

Travers: France, the Bordeaux region.

I found a little piece of leaf in the filter.

It comes from a vine grown only in that area.

The Italian part of the trip provided dozens of clues.

And I found a mosquito here,

a species exclusive to southern Italy.

Anything else?

A chip of marble in the tread of the tires.

There was some human hair, too...

Blond, traces of a lacquer on it

made by an Italian cosmetics firm.

Seems pretty conclusive, doesn't it?

We thought so.

Did you check the petrol?

We did. Refined in France.

Well, thanks anyway.

Oh, Mr. Steed,

the little graze you got on the near side rear wing.

Graze?

Travers: Another car must just have glanced against you

and left some of its paint behind.

I had my chaps rub it down. There's no trace of it now.

- Did you check the paint? - Naturally.

A standard color used by

two large Italian automobile manufacturers.

(doorbell rings)

Are you Mr. Steed, John Steed?

- Yes. - Oh, thank goodness I caught you.

You just never seem to be at home.

Won't you come in?

That divine car of yours has been on my conscience

for the past fortnight.

- My car? - Yes.

I did wait a little while, but you just didn't come back,

so I traced your number.

- Why? - Well, I scraped my car against yours.

- Well, no need... - I was in a terrible hurry,

and I turned up into Fitzherbert Street

- and there was this awful... - Fitzherbert Street?

Did you say Fitzherbert Street? You're sure about that?

- Fitzherbert Street in London? - Of course.

- Was yours an Italian car? - How did you know that?

- Daddy... - That's marvelous.

Scraping your car is marvelous?

It's the best news I've had in weeks.

Now, look, I'm busy for two days.

After that, I'll take you out

for the best celebration you've ever had.

Gosh, then honesty is the best policy.

My car was in Fitzherbert Street two weeks ago.

Fitzherbert Street. Recognize anything?

Not yet.

Look, you stay here. I'm gonna prowl around.

What are you looking for?

I don't know.

I won't be long.

(car approaching)

- I've found him. - Who?

The highly inscrutable oriental.

Who?

You've seen him?

Well, not so much seen him as it.

- What are you talking about? - I'm talking about the face.

Well, it doesn't solve anything,

but at least it proves that I'm not out of mind.

- Oh, no one ever thought that. - I did.

Look, come and meet him.

You may find him the most repulsive creature,

but to me, he's beautiful.

Tara King, meet the face.

Tara: I don't understand.

It was here, a door knocker

in the shape of a face.

And the girl, she went in there.

Girl?

Yes.

Well, I guess there's only one way to make sure.

(footsteps)

- Yes? - Sorry to bother you,

but I wonder if I could have a word with your daughter.

My daughter?

A young woman, she came in here 10, 15 minutes ago.

She is your daughter?

I'm afraid there's been some mistake.

I have no daughter,

and there certainly is no young lady in this house.

I'm awfully sorry.

We obviously have the wrong address.

There must be some explanation.

I don't understand how they knew.

They must have moved very fast.

You might have made a mistake, you know.

Come on, I'll drive you home.

I'll get a cab. I'll speak to you later.

This is intended to be an informal report

just for the record.

My apparent loss of memory, my seemingly odd behavior,

can be accounted for in only two possible ways...

One, that I'm being got at,

and, two, that I'm genuinely suffering

from some mental aberration.

So I want to try and analyze what's happened,

but first of all,

I want to make it perfectly clear

that I don't think that you, Steed, of all people

are suffering from delusions or a mental breakdown.

I believe you did see a girl go into that house,

and that can only mean one thing,

that the house is being used as a front for someone.

If the man at the house in Fitzherbert Street was genuine,

I must accept the second alternative.

There's only one way to be quite sure about the house

and that's to go inside.

You probably won't like that, but that's what I intend to do.

For my own peace of mind, I have to see inside that house.

I'm going in tonight.

So if I don't come out again...

At least you'll have the satisfaction of knowing

I was right.

(chandelier clinking)

(door opens)

Man: Ms. King, isn't it?

You were not content.

Just thought I'd find out for myself.

Pity.

Do you... do like my room?

Nice color scheme, rather hypnotic.

Yes, isn't it?

Is this where you hypnotized Steed?

Yes.

Steed is my most valuable subject.

He's too valuable to lose.

Don't move.

(gasps) Kreer is dead.

In there.

- Steed's on his way. - Then it's finished?

Not yet it's not! Get out of sight.

The girl's right, you know. It is finished.

The moment Steed sees this room and him,

he won't be fooled any longer.

Then you better make sure he stays fooled,

because the minute Steed remembers, he's dead.

And how can I make sure?

Tell him that he killed Kreer. Tell him you saw him.

Then he'll think it's another blackout.

What? With you standing there pointing a gun at me?

Don't be so stupid.

(chuckles)

Well, then you don't know our little secret.

What?

The posthypnotic suggestion is part of Steed's conditioning.

He was told I do not exist.

My image has been hypnotized from his mind.

He can't see me.

And what's the rest of the conditioning?

And the rest doesn't concern you.

But remember this, as far as Steed is concerned,

I do not exist.

I can put a gun to his head and he won't even see it.

Now if you force me to,

- I'll pull the trigger. - (floorboard creaks)

(chandelier clinking)

What did you do?

Did you have to kill him?

I didn't do this.

I thought there was something wrong when you telephoned.

Telephoned?

I didn't phone.

Oh, Steed, I'm trying to help.

You telephoned and said that it was all Kreer's fault,

and you were gonna try and force him to talk.

I didn't think you'd have to...

I came through that door only a few minutes ago.

No, that's not true. I saw you kill him.

(chandelier clinking)

That was beautiful.

Yes.

You know, the Chinese have a marvelous way

of releasing tensions,

better than any tranquilizer.

You just hold it, fondle it, stroke it.

You'll be surprised how quickly the tensions drain away.

Oh, would you have that typed for me?

Yes, of course.

Is this a social visit, Steed?

No, As a matter of fact,

I rather expected you'd send for me.

Steed: You've had Tara's report about last night?

I have no report.

She telephoned just to say good-bye.

Good-bye?

A relative was taken seriously ill.

She wanted a few days leave of absence.

- I didn't know that. - What did happen last night?

Nothing special.

Any progress with the amnesia, Steed?

Getting clearer by the minute.

Good.

Well, I don't think there's anything else.

- If you'll excuse me. - Of course.

There'll be need to have that typed up then.

Collins, I want Steed followed, 24-hour watch.

(whistling)

(chandelier clinking)

- Steed! - Collins, what are you doing here?

Follow you, Father's orders.

That was lax of me. I should have expected it.

Where's he gone?

Run out, I imagine. They all have.

- At least it means I'm getting close. - No, no, no.

I mean, the man who followed you in here.

- Where is he? - Who?

Who are you talking about?

I don't know who he is.

He's been following you all day.

Somebody else following me?

Collins: Well, that's what I couldn't understand.

There were virtually times when you were walking side by side.

He had to step out of your way on a couple of occasions.

You say he came in here?

Through the front door right after you.

But the whole place is deserted.

There's no one here.

No furniture. It's empty.

But I tell you, there was a man here.

I saw him.

What's important now is the fact that Tara lied to me.

She told me that I killed Kreer.

And this whole place is so familiar,

the coloring, the whole atmosphere.

(muffled screams)

We must do something.

- I intend to. - Well, then do it.

You're getting nervous, Lisa.

Don't worry.

I'll handle it.

You say that Tara claimed you'd murdered this man?

Yes, but I didn't.

I'm quite sure that I didn't.

Now what was her motive? Why?

It's all too mixed up for me.

The answer's somewhere in this room.

I have to find the key, anything,

something that can help me start breaking through

this mental block.

Steed.

Steed!

Let's get out of here, Steed. Tell Father the whole thing.

No, no, not yet.

It's beginning to come.

It was in this room.

It was here.

They were all here, the girl, too.

They kept saying the same thing...

Day after day, they kept repeating it

over and over again.

Saying what?

I don't know.

I can hear the voices but no words,

just sounds.

Steed.

- What is it? - Well, can't you see?

I'm behind you, Steed.

Psst.

No.

To your right, left...

behind you again.

It's all part of the conditioning.

His mind, it's being conditioned to perform one single act.

Until that act is done, there's no escape.

Every time he tries to break out

of the mental cell we've created,

we simply start the cycle over again.

What are you conditioning him to do?

To kill.

Steed is gonna kill someone.

Windows closed, lights off,

papers, passport.

Operator: Number please. Can I help you?

Number please.

Steed.

Has Mother got back yet?

Hmm?

I want to see him immediately.

Of course, it's priority.

Thank you.

I'll be there in 15 minutes.

Steed, the gun.

Don't forget the gun.

How much longer?

Man: An hour, maybe two.

It depends on what time Steed goes out there.

Or if he goes.

- He'll go. - Where?

There's only one place he can go now the holiday's over.

Mother's.

(laughs)

Well, how about a cup of coffee?

Well, if you feel like making it.

We are a bowl of fun today, aren't we?

Everybody's little help, mate.

I'm not a housekeeper.

If there's something you want, go and get it.

I've got to watch the girl, haven't I?

Well, I've got eyes, and she's not exactly dangerous.

Man: All right, all right.

All right.

(door closes)

You could be wrong, you know, Lisa.

About what?

About me not being dangerous.

Then why don't you try something?

I will, when I'm ready.

Any time you like.

You see, you can't tell whether...

Whether or not I've got my hands free, can you?

- It wouldn't do you any good. - Oh, I don't know.

You'll have to take your eyes off me some time.

It would only take a second.

I'm gonna pull those ropes so tight your fingers will go blue.

(horn honks)

Lisa?

Lisa, open the door!

Shh.

Lisa! Lisa, what's going on in there?

Open the door!

(no audio)

(tape fast-forwards)

Man on tape: Look at this photograph.

He's a man you know well, Steed.

Concentrate on him.

This man is your enemy,

your enemy.

- Your... - (tape fast-forwards)

You will forget everything until you hear

the trigger word,

the word Bacchus, Bacchus.

Concentrate, Steed.

When you next hear the word Bacchus,

you will kill Mother.

Kill Mother.

Well, now, Steed. How are you?

I wish I knew.

Oh, this amnesia business,

overdoing things I should imagine.

Well, that's what holidays are for.

Would you call it overdoing things

if I said that I thought that I'd killed somebody?

You thought?

Anyone we know?

Steed: I'm not sure.

It could be Tara King.

Oh.

Anything concrete to go on or is it just...

Imagination,

breakdown, instability.

I don't know. I'm not sure.

Every time I try to remember,

I find it's yesterday again.

I see.

Did you come across Collins at all?

Collins?

No. Why? Should I have?

Just a thought. He's missing.

No...

At least I don't remember.

All I have is this obsessive feeling

that I've killed somebody.

But you'd know a thing like that, Steed.

There'd be no doubts.

Then I think it'd be safer for everybody if I stayed here

until Tara King and Collins have been found.

Stay here? Nonsense.

If I can't trust you, who on earth can we trust?

What you need is a good stiff drink, Steed.

- Thanks. - Now cheer up.

You're going through a bad patch at the moment.

A couple of weeks, it will all clear itself up.

But at the moment, I must be considered a security risk.

Cheers.

Don't evade the issue.

Am I a security risk?

Well, I suppose we could check you out like everybody else.

Mind you, if that leak out.

However, don't worry about that.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Mother: Come along, Steed, relax, sit down.

Tell me about your holiday.

So you don't remember anything about your holiday at all?

It's as though I've never been.

Mother: Extraordinary.

Perhaps I can refresh your memory or trigger something off.

Steed: You can try.

Let me see.

You telephoned me a couple of times,

and, of course, you sent me the card.

- Card? - Yes, rather amusing.

I think I've got it here somewhere.

I suppose I should have been offended,

but I must say it does look like me.

What does?

The photograph of the statue, the photograph of Bacchus.

What is it, Steed? What's the matter?

Steed, he's not Bacchus.

Steed always was a superb marksman.

What I need is a really good holiday.

Windows locked, lights off, newspapers, tickets,

passport, money, telephone.

Telephone.

What are you doing here?

- We've got work to do. - Work?

- Tell me, how was the holiday? - What?

The holiday, how was it?

Nice try, but I'm not giving up my holiday for anyone.

Tell Mother he'll have to find another amnesia case.

Well, it was worth a try. It's a simple job though.

I think I can find a replacement to work with me.

Of course, you can.

I just thought you might have enjoyed the golden sands,

the warm seas,

the tropic nights but...

Steed, Steed, where is the assignment?

Bermuda. Have to dash. Bye.

Oh, wait for me!

Oh, Steed. Oh, wait for me.

Steed!

Wait, wait.

Ooh.

Plane leaves in half an hour.

(theme music plays)