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We'll eat tonight.

That's one thing you can always say.

As long as you with Mullins.

Mind you Terrison.

I must say, I count myself very lucky to a fall in with you.

You've obviously been a man of quality.

I can tell by that fancy educated accent of yours.

And the elegant clothes.

Craig.

John, what a pleasant surprise?

Craig, you don't change one bit.

Come, have a drink.

He's here doctor. Somewhere down here.

I called you as soon as I spotted him.

He isn't an exact match, but good enough.

And with your skill. Ah ...

Here he is.

Well, doctor?

Well ... There's a lot of work to do.

Hair.. nose.

Teeth.

Help .. what .. what ..

You, my friend .. are going to be prime minister.

One day.

- Can't be easy being thet way of ... - Our next prime minister.

- I didn't say that. - No, but everybody else's.

You know me, darling, I never count my chickens.

I wish we counted the contents of this hamper.

We forgotten the champagne. - Oh, no. We haven't.

I left in the car. Oh, nice for special occasions.

And having my wife to myself. Once is a special occasion.

You've been gone a long time?

Where's the champagne?

- What? - The champagne.

I forgot. Where did you put it?

- You put it .. in the car. - Yes. Yes, of course.

Mark.

Not something I've said I hope.

- Cutting me dead. - Steed.

You're very formal. What are you doing?

Practicing for higher office? - John, I'm sorry little preoccupied.

- How are you? - Oh, I'm fine. I'm sure you're busy.

We've talked further on Saturday. - Saturday?

Surely you haven't forgotten the oldschool cricket match.

Oh, of course not. See you there. - Fine.

And don't forget to bring the delectable Wendy.

Mark.

Doctor! - Mark clifford who is torture suffer a heart attack ...

... was taking immediatly to hospital.

Their all efforts are failed.

He leaves a widow Wendy Clifford ...

So Clifford's dead.

Dead ...

All that time and preparation wasted. All that tuition.

Where's sun, Doc. Prator?

There'll be an autopsy. - I .. I always intend ...

- Yes, you always intended,

... but the point is you didn't cover all traces.

That's why I pulled you out of the gutter ...

... to eliminate all error.

That's why I pay you. Both of you.

A great deal of money.

- Surely no one is gonna connect ... - This one is different. Steed.

John Steed is personally involved.

It was quick, I can assure you.

- John. - I'm sorry.

Nothing more than straws of comfort.

But there aren't any other.

I had a premonition.

After we came back from that day in the country last week ...

... there was a tension about him.

He changed.

- We'll miss him. - This way sir, madam.

Yes. It's operated once.

Same school, same cricket team.

Both in love with the same woman.

It's like losing a brother.

Oh, dear, there is an air of gloom in here this morning.

A definite air of gloom. I felt it as soon as I came in.

I thought gloom, despair. It's lack of joie de vivre.

Through like being at a funeral.

It's all like being at two fu ...

Oh, Steed, I'm so sorry.

That's all right Purdey, you couldn't have known.

- Is there anything we can do? - Yes.

You can both join me in a toast to Mark.

He would have approved of that.

He lived his life to the full and never looked back.

Hello?

Yes, Steed's here. What can I ...

Break in where?

I notices straightaway, sir as soon as I came in.

A bit of a draft. I mean, it's always cold in here.

Has to be, but no drops.

Thank you.

But why?

Why would anyone want to break in here?

Steed?

That's got there.

Up indicate to me.

It's look like took his appendix out.

- What was nothing stranger notice that? - I could swear it wasn't there before.

What?

That scar wasn't there before.

Steed, there's little point in removing the appendix after the patient has expired.

- He didn't have an appendix scar. - Oh, yes, he did.

Mark Clifford appendectomy July 1969.

It would be suspicious, if there wasn't a scar.

You must be mistaken, Steed.

Mine juice, sir. Those files aren't infallible.

Remember last year, we had some Nigel Rainer in here.

Wife said that he should have had a mole on his arm.

Record said there should have been a mole.

- But no more. - He must be mistaken.

It was supposed to be a scar. There is a scar.

The only thing is why anyone should want to break in here.

Certainly not to steal his appendix.

- So Nigel Rainor. - Yes. - He should have had a mole.

- On his right arm. Yes. - But there was no mole.

- No trace. - Excuse me.

Nigel's mole .. on his right arm.

It was here.

I tried to tell him that time.

He wouldn't listen to me

I'm listening to you Lady Rainer.

Nigel never the same after that trip to Switzerland.

Not the same at all.

I think there was another woman on that trip.

Mind you, I did follow him once and all he did was go to a mission hall.

What?

Mission hall. You know, one of those places the drunks and down-and-outs.

That shows you how Nigel changed. Mission hall indeed.

How else did he changed?

Oh, subtle things. He became forgetful about ...

... silly intimate things that matter.

Our anniversary, pet names, our son's cricket match.

Cricket match.

I think, they stole his mole.

- I beg your pardon? - Nigel's mole.

I know it sounds stupid, but I think someone for some reason removed it.

Now, isn't that stupid.

I don't think it's stupid at all. Thank you very much for your help.

Pull!

Is that your private game?

But can anybody play.

You paid your subscription, aren't you?

It certainly not seeing that pump-action shotgun. - Huh?

What's wrong with it? Damn fine piece.

It's not a gentleman's gun.

I've just not seen it.

Pull!

Pull!

Okay. So we can both shoot.

Piece?

I'm not annoyed with you, Gambit.

After all, you can't help your background.

Pull!

I can't let you get away with everything.

Try to call you earlier. No answer.

Probably.

Pull!

Probably, because I was out.

I did reach that conclusion all on my own.

How's it the mission?

For the distressed and needy. - Pull!

What?

Very interesting place. Full of unfortunate.

People seem to care about except .. except Dr. Prator.

Pull!

Nothing wrong about that.

They usually as a medical man associated with those places.

A plastic surgeon?

Mark Clifford walked right by me just before he died.

Didn't seem to recognize me at all. Very unlike him.

His wife said that he was changed.

- Steed, you ..? - Lady Rainor said that her husband was changed.

He was different.

- You're not suggesting that he ... - Putting three and three together.

Men change, a plastic surgeon and ...

And a mission hall where you'll find a lot of raw material.

Exactly. Your background will stand you in good stead.

- What? - When you become distressed and needy.

Oh, I see.

Well, I .. I can't do an Irish accent.

- The details I leave to you. - Might be fun.

Might be.

Purdey at least find it amusing.

She isn't gonna know.

If I'm right and my doubts aren't being misleaded,

... how do we know it is Purdey?

They're two girls could have a figure like that.

Mark Clifford was my oldest friend.

I've known him since I was so high.

This reminded me to see Wendy Clifford.

Get her changed of mind about something.

An exclamation order.

- You have to sign it, Wendy - But ..

John.

I'm ready just to buried him.

It's important?

Yes.

Sir? Prator.

Just a report of the operation. Mark Clifford has been successfully concluded.

Yes.

Yes, we're now moving on to our next project, Harold Bilston.

Now.

Let's have a look at you.

Hmm.

That's perfect and matches he'll ever be.

I want it done quietly, Mullins.

You know me doctor.

After him.

I don't believe it.

I do not believe it. - You got to believe your own eyes, Peters.

Mark Clifford had an appendix scar, but he still had his appendix.

Well.

Perhaps, he had to appendix. Or.. or when they did the op ...

... and perhaps, they couldn't find his appendix.

After all, it's only a teeny-weeny thing.

No bigger than ... - Fingerprints.

No, no, no, no. Bigger than that.

Mark Clifford's fingerprints. I want a full set.

So we can compare them with a file. - Right.

- Clifford you said? - Clifford. Mark Frederick Clifford.

- Deceased. - Deceased, huh?

Oh, that accounts for it then.

Accounts for what? - Oh, wiping find the file right away.

Destroyed. - Destroyed?

So soon. He's recently dead. - Destroyed. I'm sorry.

Well, thanks anyway.

Definitely destroyed.

Destroyed?

That's the man said.

It's a bit soon.

You got that from him personally.

What's the normal procedure?

I'm not going to start behaving differently now, am I?

Do you remember that time on the river, Purdey?

What?

We were in a boat.

I hope so on a river.

It was a very special time.

We were both just a teeny bit tipsy.

You said something.

I did something.

- You didn't. - I might have.

Couldn't have.

We had done out of remembered it.

Steed!

- Morning Torrance. - What's this about an exhumation order?

- Estimation order? - Don't play games with me, Steed.

My secretary just tell me, you've applied an exhumation order Mark Clifford.

Now, look, I absolutely forbid this.

All we need is for the newspapers to get hold of such a story ...

I'm afraid you're too late.

You've done?

And?

Oh, man what did you find?

I'll let you know some other time. - Steed!

Steed!

What an anger this Torrence. What's wrong?

Sir, I feel you as executive in charge of home security.

Surely, you have some control over that ...

... that man. - John Steed tracing the threat, doesn't he?

- Exhuming Clifford's body. - What?

- And gathering Lady Rainor. - Oh.

Then, I'll worry about him. Pull him back in the line.

- And if he doesn't? - You just have to replace on him.

It was just found here.

Mark was away from me in this place.

We had a picnic.

- Did you together the whole time? - Yes.

No.

No, he went off back to the car to get some champagne.

And John?

When he came back, he was behaving oddly.

He was different.

Stay here.

Allright Mike Gambit. We know you're in there.

Come on with your hands high.

Assume the position.

Trust you to think of that position.

I have just been having lunch with parents at his request.

He probably fancies you.

It's purely an official engagement.

We did look at me rather strangely a couple of times.

He's definitely a ladies man. He sort of wears fake term and keeps fish.

He fancies you.

He really wanted to talk to me about Steed.

Steed?

I think Clifford's death affects him more than we know.

Why?

Well, he's been behaving oddly.

What way oddly?

He seems, remote somehow. He's changed. He's not himself.

Haven't you seen a toothbrush?

Sorry.

You're packing. - Ah! Now, that must be a for observation.

- Okay, wait someone. - A plus.

- Base 47. - Base 47, why?

Who knows? Steed's idea.

You along to base 47, he said.

And that's what I'm going on too.

Ciao.

I have no doubt about it now.

The Real Mark Clfford was murdered and buried in woods.

Man who had a heart attack and died ...

... was the fake. - And speaking of fakes ...

How do I look? - Ha ha. Terrible.

But that's marvelous.

Bit too much in character.

Report back when you can. - Right.

No. I don't think so.

But it could be made to work.

With a new haircut, it can be suitable for the work.

There's a similarity, but superficial.

- Isn't that what Terrison always said? - Craig.

Craig, Terrison. What's the difference.

Give me just the beginnings leave the rest to me, he says.

It's a great opportunity. Mike Gambit.

It may be too soon. But Griffin business is ...

I don't think. Take our chance while we can.

That's another thing that boss always says.

At least seem.

Very well.

Go.

Yes.

Better than I expected.

What his name? - Walton.

Harry Walton from Dublin. And before that nobody knows.

Just calm down!

Is he a drinker? - 100% lush.

The boss would help too.

All right.

Take him away. Lock him up.

Let's go, Harry. - No, wait!

No, sir.

Three nice long days.

Hall of your own.

Not a single visitor to disturb you.

Dry you out.

Then see, if you're ready to go up in the world.

We'll back on the scrap heap.

No. No! Let me out of here!

Time has come.

Didn't I tell you?

Three days ago, when I turn this key.

You look better.

Your eyes look more alive.

Come on.

Doctor wanna take a look at you.

Let me out, sir!

Please, sir.

You finished, he's just get started.

Good morning Torrance.

I got your call for information on general security.

I have it here. I'll be pleased to read it out for you to take down.

It .. it begins with an old attitude ...

... to screening suspected agents working in ...

Yes?

Oh, yes, sir.

The tape of the real Gambit has arrived.

I've just been listening to it, as a matter of fact.

Chances of success?

Oh, we shall do our best.

Mullins is just going to fetch him now.

See what condition is in.

Come on. The doctor wants to see you.

Without tearing yourself apart with it

Steady as a rock.

It figures.

Come on. Hurry up.

Hmm. Better, much better.

It's a big change for three days.

Yes.

It gives him time to think too.

I provided a talk, when I ...

There wasn't chasing leprechauns of the world, I thought.

And?

Well, I've decided to go along with whatever it is you want.

But the price is high.

At least a hundred pounds.

- A hundred pounds? - A hundred pounds.

A hundred pounds.

Walton ...

We are thinking in terms of hundreds of thousands of pounds.

They better get something done about his hair ready.

And the eyebrows in the middle. - Right.

I'm getting into the feel of a proper suit as quickly as possile.

And we'll deal with the voice.

That's gonna be the most difficult.

See the resemblance? - What?

Yourself man.

Well, I.. suppose there is a ...

... sort a likeness.

Who is he?

He.. is you.

Or rather.. you.. are going to become ...

... him.

I am?

Switch?

Like me sometimes do with the race horses.

Exactly.

I saw so.

Hey, wait a minute.

Supposing he comes along, the real one.

Supposing we bump into each other.

No fear of that.

Mullins intends bumping into him first.

Don't you Mullins? - Not so much a bump.

As a twang.

That business of Clifford's exhumation.

Why did you do that?

I thought I had my reasons.

Treade softly, huh? What if dice falls to tour?

If I can. - Good job. - I got your coat.

Steed, what's this about Base 47?

I'm sorry, I didn't know you had company.

Don't worry, I'm just leaving.

You look ...

Well, beautiful as always of course, but ...

... concern something bothering you?

- I'm not sure. - Whatever it is, it can't be Base 47.

Cause we've closed that down a month ago.

Close it down? - Craig?

Oh, thank you, John.

Goodbye, Purdey.

You won't forget what I said, huh?

- Good to see you. - Well, yes.

Now then Purdey, what can I ...

Purdey?

Purdey.

Purdey?

You keep promising.

You keep saying;

Mike Gambit one of these days.

And I keep telling you; I'm looking forward to it Purdey.

I'm looking forward to it Purdey.

I'm looking forward to it ...

Who the hell is Purdey anyway. - Accent. - Sorry.

Get in luck Walton.

Very nice.

Mind you, will be mine one day.

One day, I'll find myself.

Somewhere. There's a double for everyone.

Maybe not exact.

Maybe not identical twins, like the boss, but ...

... near enough.

He wants the doc so prettier ...

... put the finishing touches. - The boss?

You mean, there's someone higher then doctor Prator.

Who?

Well, you're one of us now.

Why shouldn't you know?

It all happened about five years ago now.

The boss was down on his luck. Like you when we found you.

He saw himself. Him.

He's identical double.

Driving in a large limousine. - I say, they swap places.

Cause he. That is we had to dispose of the other fella first.

Where's the profit. Hundreds of thousands of pounds. Haw?

- How? - How?

Secrets.

Secrets.

We don't just swap any old person.

It's got to be somebody in power ...

... with access to secret information. Information that could be sold ...

... to the highest bidder.

Like the boss.

He's very impound in security.

And he ...

- How ready is he? - Close.

That's enough.

I think, sir.

Right.

Right what?

We'll send him to ministry as soon as possible.

- Not with the real Gambit around. - Exactly.

We have firm information that Gambit is at best 47.

That's where you're going Mullins.

To kill him.

Gambit.

Gambit!

Gambit.

Gambit?

Where's Gambit?

Where's Gambit?

Oh, dear.

It says I divine.

But you are so provided for.

You poor, poor man.

The keepers of the streets you mean, out of mischief.

But it is wonderful that anyone should care so much.

Tell me, who's responsible for all this good work?

- Mmm, what? - Who's behind all this?

- Prator, I suppose. - Prator? - Yeah, Doctor Prator.

He's the one.

It's probably just a cushion for his guilt. - Why is that?

Well, he doesn't do any real doctor in plastic ...

... surgery. That's a speciality, you see.

And that's not real medicine, is it?

That's making the real, unreal.

Changing you from what you are. And to what you want to be.

I don't like coming here.

I don't like your coming here. If you were seen ...

The emergency measures Prator.

Mullins hasn't come back.

- That could be that his car broke down. - Or it could be Steed.

It was Steed who sent him to come on empty base.

He's up to something. It's time we had Steed on our side.

He's not ready.

Where you been working on that one for weeks, aren't you?

He's proving the most difficult of all.

The real Steed is so manner ... - Well, let's have a look at him.

- Ideally, I want another month. - Ideally, I want Steed replaced ...

... as soon as possible.

Well, he'll do. Don't get dressed.

I'll drop him off personally.

You're lucky.

About to become the world's most eligible bachelor.

Oh, before I forget John. I've got something of Mark's for you.

It was his great-grandfather's

Been in the family more than a hundred years.

You were the nearest thing to a brother he ever had.

Despite the fact that I covered it his wife.

I know he would have wanted you to have it.

Wendy, anytime, if there's anything I can do ...

... you just call. - I know.

Thanks, John

Good night, Wendy.

Hey, big spender.

No!

No.

No.

No, I'm going.

Yes? - He's well. - Good.

Doctor Prator.

I'm so sorry, but I might have to kill you.

Not me.

I'm so sorry.

Unless.

I've heard about you fixing people up, right?

Fixing them so look different.

Well, like I said, unless you help me, I'm gonna blow your head off.

Right?

Of course, if you do decide to help,

... I'll pay.

So don't give me a hard time.

Watch out!

Steed.

John Steed.

Look, I don't understand you. Cutting me dead and ...

... walking straight past me is there you didn't hear me.

But I can't pretend, I like it.

All right, I acted hastily.

But does that change the fact that it serves the same purpose?

Why should you change anything at all?

All things change. People change.

Don't they?

John stand the problem. My boyfriend. He's more of an acquaintance really.

He's accusated to doing this bank job. Unjustly accused, I might say.

And suddenly the proceeds the robbery that my boyfriend.

Acquaintances. Didn't do is found in my apartment ...

... and the law is looking for me, huh?

So I thought, it's best that they don't find me. Not for a while, anyway.

If I'm lucky, of course. I mean.

So then, I heard of you. You change faces, don't you?

Hm hmm.

So I thought, if you could change my face,

... so even my mum doesn't recognize me. I mean.

But there's no need to change your face.

Your face is perfect.

Quite.. perfect.

- Never had a woman before. - No, I quiet talking about my problems.

Have you ever considered changing your persona?

You are?

Your persona, your personality, whole lifestyle.

Have you ever thought about becoming another person?

Gambit.

Walton.

I want you to meet Lolita.

Lolita, is it?

I can't help it.

My mom liked the film.

She said reminded her of my dad.

And if you're thinking of cooling Mellow,

... I smash of icing. - Charming. I'm shocked.

Lolita, this is Terry Walton.

But from here on, you will know him as Gambit.

And her is Purdey.

And I've got to shave every morning.

I mind you, there's quite a lot of work to do with Purdey.

Yes, I can see that.

No, no, no, I want you to know each other well.

Very well.

I want it to be a rapport between you.

And intercourse.

He wants us to get to know each other very well.

Rapport.

Intercourse.

- Not knowing rightly - Oh, George has got it.

- No, no, no. Purdey wouldn't do that. - And what would you know about Purdey?

- What would you know about Purdey? - I heard all the details ...

... about her.

And me?

- Oh, Gambit wouldn't do that. - Wouldn't he?

Cause it says he's very good.

It says, she feels very strongly about Gambit.

If is he saying like you, he must be potty.

What's wrong with me. I'm supposed to be a dead ringer ...

... for the real Gambit. - Looks maybe a Gambit.

Real Gambit's got style, yes. At least, according to reports.

Okay, so I'm no Gambit.

But you're no Purdy either.

She's a lady.

- Who says I'm not a lady? - You do.

Every time you open your nice little mouth.

Stop that!

And how are we doing?

Oh, we were just discussing the merits of one another.

Wasn't we?

Excellent.

Keep leaning on that grammar on delucation and ...

... by way your hair isn't quite right yet,

but most important of all togetherness, mm-hmm?

I want to feel that you two absolutely trust respect and adore each other.

How boo'd up?

I wanted to give you one of Mark's most revered possessions.

And stupidly, I've given you the watch his party presented to him.

This is the one. He you would have wanted you to have.

Thank you.

I'll had to have the other one back, I'm afraid.

The party planning a memorial corner at headquarters.

Their watches to be the centerpiece.

Oh. Well, I'll send it to you.

Send it?

I could just as soon take it now, huh?

My hands on it at minute I seem to mislaid it..

Mislaid it?

Mark's watch?

When you burst in here,

... you were prepared to use this.

Now, I'm ordering it to.

You made a remarkable progress the detail.

And that's the last time you'll hear that name.

A short time from now,

... you will become Purdey.

But first, you must dispose of the real one.

- You're nervous. - Well.

Purdey.

Sorry.

And ...

... please.

You really are nervous, aren't you?

Yes, I am.

I walk like her, I talk like her,

... but would I fool a real Gambit?

And Steed?

I think, you'll be surprised how easily Steed will accept you.

And as for Gambit, run him down to his apartment and ...

Our Gambit ...

... is on his way to deal with him.

Gambit?

Gambit?

Hello, Purdey.

Or should I call you.. luv?!

You mean, you are not real Gambit?

I am not.

- You, mean you? - I did?

Judging by this little black book of telephone numbers, I found on him.

Or you think, I'm going to enjoy being Gambit?

Well, it's your turn now.

It is really.

- Not. - It is really. Just point a gun.

I pulled the trigger and fired the hooked.

Just to be sure. Like someone doing his job.

You would have been proud of me.

And there is more too ...

Steed.

You'll be surprised how easily Steed would accept you.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello!

As for Gambit, run him down to his apartment and ...

... Our Gambit .. is on his way to deal with him.

You're the only one I can tell.

There are double agents.

Literally, double agents. Clifford was one of them.

It all begins with this Dr. Prator.

I faked my way into his organization and they think, I'm not me.

But I am me.

Gambit's dead.

Dead!

- Steed?

Oh, thank god, I've been trying to reach you for ages.

I think, Steed's a fake too.

That's why I came to you.

Quite the best thing you could have done, my dear.

Oh, come and sit down.

What about Prator?

Deal with him later.

Now, the first thing is for you and me to confront Steed.

I can't believe it.

Steed.

A fake.

A traitor.

Or everything was going to plan, Steed.

I got into the organization.

And they didn't know I was the real Gambit.

But then they moved fast.

At least they used Lolita. - What?

Lolita.

She's a dead ringer for Purdey, Steed.

And she's on her way to annihilate Purdey now.

I've tried to arouse Purdey, I've tried to warn ...

I'll handle it.

Get over here right away.

Purdey.

I was just about to go after you.

Craig.

Perfect, quite perfect.

Traitor trained him well.

But we don't have to pretend.

This is the real Purdey.

Fortunately, she came to me first.

Yes. There was only ever one Purdey.

Craig, girl fervoured to tell you that.

You mean,

He isn't and .. you are. - That's right.

Nice way to come out in the open.

That was a whole basis of the operation to find out who was behind it.

Had to be you. - You're dead.

I bought to be.

Clifford save me. - But Cliiford's dead.

Yes, unfortunately. He bequeathed me his watch.

It's bit dented, I'm afraid. It has stopped a 38 bullet at 20 paces.

Your man is in the cellar. Safely tucked away.

Prator trained him well too. Same habits as me.

I'll bet, he's halfway through my 61 claret.

I think, you win the set, Steed.

But I win the match.

Get it over with.

All right go on. Do it.

The way you killed the real Gambit.

What?

What do you care about Gambit?

- He was ten times a better man than you. - Only ten times?

A thousand times better.

Report this right then. She did care about him.

Care? Of course I cared. If he was here now I'd ...

Give him the big kiss?

Get over there man. Finish them.

If you can't do it, give it to me. - Certainly.

You mean, Gambit is ...? - Gambit is.

- The whole time? - The whole time.

Lolita.

Or should I call you.. luv?

Why .. you ... Give me big kiss, huh?

- Don't do that your company. - All are fake it out.

We have work to do.

Oh, my family, my puppets. My creations ...

... Oh, my .. - My pleasure.

You didn't fool me for instant.

I haven't forgotten about that big kiss.

- I'll look at that in little black book. - Lolita.

Irreplaceable.

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