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Come on. Come on.

Kill him.

Mrs. Peel!

Come on.

- No time for nodding off. - Yes, it is.

Did it have to be the middle of the night?

lt's morning! Bright, new morning.

Best paft of the day.

The dew is pearly.

The morning chorus is in full throat.

And sensible folk are still asleep.

Where are we anyway?

The country residence of Sir Clive Todd.

- The minister for promotion... - His speeches aren't that bad.

Good morning.

Good morning.

John Steed and Mrs. Peel. We're expected.

Quite so. Come in.

May l?

Excuse me, l have been assisting.

l will announce you are here.

You did wake me up a few minutes ago.

There is a touch of fantasy about it.

Toy soldiers and all that.

- ls this a fancy dress pafty? - You might call it that.

Last night in Whitehall

An ideal little costume for lurking in government buildings.

- This is how he broke in. - Who?

The man who wore this. You'll see him...

- We will see you now, sir. - Thank you.

How is he, Doctor?

Lucky, the bullet missed his brain.

Come this way, please.

- You've come to see... - Our burglar.

l don't understand why he's here.

Where else?

- But this is... - Sir Clive Todd.

- Caught red-handed. - A minister.

A burglar.

Something of an old rounder.

- Your levity, Steed... - Sorry.

The shock to find that Todd was a member of another gang,

apaft from your own.

- lt's preposterous, incredible. - But undeniable.

There's no doubt.

He and some others broke into that vault last night.

During the course of the raid, Sir Clive was shot...

But not killed.

He'll pull through.

More than can be said for the government.

We want complete secrecy. That's why Sir Clive is at his home.

He will remain here and we will issue

a press release.

A hunting accident.

A checkup, in the fullest sense.

l leave it to you. The Prime Minister is waiting.

Steed... Mrs. Peel...

The way he scuttled out l feel like a sinking ship.

You may be right...

if this case isn't broken.

Good morning.

Could you let me in on the secret?

lt's state security. There's been a series of raids lately.

Like last night's.

Boldly conceived. Superbly executed.

Behind them is a brillant planner.

A genius.

A diabolical mastermind.

- Sir Clive? - A pawn in the game.

We're after the king.

Whoever he is.

Did you know you resemble Florence Nightingale?

Excellent, Mrs. Peel.

Efficient, throrough, to the point.

Thank you.

l'm happy our patient is in your hands,

but remove the nail varnish.

How are you?

- Where is this place? - This is your home.

- And you? - Your nurse.

l'm thirsty.

l've had an accident?

Yes.

What soft of accident?

You were shot.

- You were breaking into a vault. - Breaking in?

That's right, Sir Clive.

What are you talking about? What did you call me?

Sir Clive.

Sir?

Title?

Breaking in?

Amnesia.

Amnesia!

Sir Clive. He doesn't remember anything.

- Concusion? - Doesn't even know his name.

Bluffing?

That's your problem. l'm just the nurse around here.

Better have a chat. Nothing here.

- What were you hoping to find? - Clues.

What kind of clues?

lt doesn't concern you. You're only the nurse here.

l'm sorry, it's just a complete blank.

- You do feel up to talking? - Yes, l want to help all l can.

The robbery...

- Who planned it? You? - Robbery?

Have you taken paft in others?

There's some mistake. l know nothing about robberies.

- l manufacture computers. - You did

before going into politics.

Yes, l'm in politics.

Does my wife know l'm here?

You're a widower.

Of course, Kate's dead.

Divinia, my daughter...

of course, south of France.

Yes...

Divinia on holiday...

in France.

Then you remember that?

- What? - Your daughter.

Divinia.

Who is Divinia?

Sounds like amnesia.

Or bluffing. He's a smaft man.

What an interesting challenge.

- Mr. Steed... - Yes.

Dr. Fergus Campbell. Security told me to...

That's alright, it's Mrs. Peel.

Security seemed to think...

- a psychiatrist... - lt was my suggestion.

lndeed.

Sir Clive... Excuse me.

There's nothing feigned.

No bluff about his condition. Postoperative shock.

General disorientation and the effect of the anaesthetic.

Quite a hangover.

Your humor hides an edginess.

Your nerves jangle like wires.

A few notes on the patient who matters.

lmpressive. Why was l chosen for this job?

He's an official secret that you'll keep.

You are in service. What did you straighten out in the wavy navy?

The sea sick.

Traces of an incipient inferiority complex.

Has he said much so far?

No, not so far.

Hello!

- l'm going to scream. - l hope not.

- l have excellent lungs. - l can believe it.

- To wake the dead. - John Steed.

l'm here on business. l won't harm you.

How dull.

Why were you searching Father's study?

Father?

- His papers were all strewn... - Divinia?

- Of course. - And your holiday?

lt's over.

South of France, naturally.

But l got bored on the beach

so l took the next plane home. My clothes are following.

Oh, yes...

- Miss Todd. - Divinia.

- Or Daffy. Take your pick. - Divinia.

That was a super tackle.

- Scrum half. - Wing three-quafter.

Divinia...

Your father...

- Where is Daddy? - He's in bed.

Was he plastered?

No.

- What has become of him then? - l can't explain.

- A secret? - Yes.

You might be able to help. He's lost his memory.

He'll soon be all right, but until then...

Master spy might escape.

Exactly.

What exactly can l do?

We're reconstructing last night's events.

Allenson Johnson.

- Daddy sees him a lot. - An opposition MP?

An opposition at chess. They're old pals.

- Surely it's all in the diary. - The diary...

- l looked, but.... - No, you wouldn't.

Daddy's little secret.

He thinks l don't know.

l wouldn't have screamed. l'd have accepted my fate.

l'll bare that in mind.

There's a secret drawer. l can't always work it.

Daddy's a child about gadgets. Like that puzzle.

Looks like a St. Bernard's collar.

You pass circles through squares.

There. lt's difficult and a ghastly bore.

He enjoys exercising his mind?

Like fiends who go on body-building despite their age.

He's a rare politician.

He has a high lQ. Enough to be in RANSACK.

- RANSACK? - A club for eggheads.

They solve problems just for fun.

No!

Acid, poured in through the lock.

Now what was that?

Daddy's diary.

Sir Clive...

Your memory is clouding, isn't it?

You can't remember anything.

Do you recall what happened?

Do you?

Or is it all lost beyond recall?

ls it?

ls it?

- Any luck? - No breakthrough.

He can't remember anything.

l don't think he ever will.

Go carefully with Sir Johnston.

lf he wasn't with Sir Clive, then drop the subject.

Allenson Johnston is a good friend,

but if our opponents get wind of this business

the explosion will be huge.

- Mr. Steed? - Yes.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

An interview. What did you want to see the Minister about?

A personal matter. l'm a friend of Sir Clive Todd.

- l believe they met last night. - They left the house together.

l expect he's through by now.

Did you know his visitor?

Steed!

He's not making much sense so far, but he is talking.

Get Campbell.

Dr Campbell!

- Leeming, Desmond Leeming. - l'm John Steed.

- l came to see Sir Clive. - So did l? You're a friend?

ln a manner of speaking.

We interested in his well-being. When we read of the accident...

''We?''

Professor Spenser, myself, and others.

We run a little organization. Strictly a hobby.

Some academic exercise.

- Sir Clive was a star member. - What organization?

RANSACK. Perhaps you've heard of it?

l have indeed.

Sir Clive's been trying to get me to join.

He made it sound very attractive.

- You wish to join? - Right away.

And you understand the object of RANSACK.

Confirming one's superior intelligence.

Honing the mind. Bending it, stretching it.

Burrowing into the mass of neglected cells together.

A kind of scrambling of eggheads.

Yes, if you like.

l have some entry papers with me. No cheating though.

Of course not.

Our minimum entry is an lQ rating of at least 145.

Sir Clive has recommended you... we could use another keen mind.

Thank you.

l better be running along.

l'm glad to hear Sir Clive is doing well.

Let me know if there's a change for the worse.

lf you have to resoft to drugs.

Goodbye and thank you.

Mrs. Peel thinks our patient is coming round.

Paper.

Pencil.

Clock.

Time.

Night.

Sleep.

- Gun. - Kill him.

- Did l say that? - Yes, but when did you hear it?

- When you were shot? - l don't know.

Let's try some more.

Let me try a word.

RANSACK...

What does it mean?

You know that word.

lt's impoftant.

Think of RANSACK.

Think.

You killed him!

- Why? - l don't know.

l don't know why.

l don't know, Steed.

l don't know what made me do it.

Just can't remember,

but l did do it.

- You said l did. - There was no doubt.

- lt was a lethal injection. - But why?

l examined him this morning.

l can remember that.

Then l left him with a woman, a nurse.

- Mrs. Peel? - That's right.

Then l came back in here.

l stood over there.

Someone fetched me.

- That was me. - Was it?

l went back in his room,

prepared an injection...

lt's no good. From there on it's just a blank.

- A complete blank. - Very convenient.

l swear l just don't remember.

You've got so far,

now the rest. Self-analysis!

l must have made a mistake.

l had something else on my mind.

Killing!

Now why kill him?

- Who told you to? - l didn't want to end his life.

No conscious inclination so it had to be an error.

You've never killed a patient before.

No, l know.

l've tried to rationalize, searched for compulsive reasons...

Yes.

l don't know.

- No, it's stupid. - Try me.

Compulsive reasons.

That seems to ring a bell. Compulsive,

as though someone had commanded me.

- Commanded you to kill Sir Clive? - lt's just not possible.

- Who have you met today? - No one.

l haven't been outside. l've met no one except...

Desmond Leeming from RANSACK.

Now does that ring a bell?

- lt did with Sir Clive and you. - Why not?

l'm a member too.

Good evening.

Good evening.

Lobbying?

Don't have to. The state of the nation suits me.

Seen Leeming?

And Professor Spencer.

- How's your lQ? - Well above average.

- Better than mine? - Roughly the same.

lt's hardly surprising since l did your papers.

- So they accepted you? - Better. l got ajob there.

The professor requires a secretary.

Charm, intelligence, discretion.

l staft at the school tomorrow.

Their courses are run from a school.

- At an academy for young ladies. - Young ladies...

The girls are on holiday.

Brace, take a point of aim,

Watch those upper limbs.

And loose!

- Hello. - How do you do?

Come to enlist?

So archery is paft of the program?

l'm not one of the RANSACK mob. No something about toxopholie?

Eh?

- Archery. - l play dafts.

Holly Trent.

John Steed.

Games mistress and custodian during the holidays.

l distract the intelligencia whenever l get the chance.

You've a fine body of yeomen.

School employees.

Maybe l'll be lucky with you. Care to try?

Well, l...

Good.

Margery.

We'll use the same target. Ready?

Gold.

lt's distracting...

So was that!

You ruined his aim.

lt's you! You better come with me.

Always breaking windows at school.

Not exactly the more gamey games mistress.

Holly's all right, but can be a menace.

We encourage some exercise for our members,

but we prefer them mentally, not physically, overactive.

A flying algebraic principle.

Surely you mean X equals Y to the power of 3 minus 10.

ln your paper...

...calculatedly phonetically, not allowing for the Liverpool sound.

Etymological construction.

Take the word ''yoghuft''...

Let's go see Prof. Spencer.

lt's a Norse word and to me the basis...

Professor, Mr. Steed.

lQ 152.

Delighted you have volunteered your time,

Mr. Steed.

We will push your rating up after a few days here.

We will lift them up by mental agility by hours. As agile...

- As you. - The brain needs nourishment.

More so at my age.

- Try it. - l will.

You can feel the blood circulating like a tide through caves.

Refreshing, rejuvenating...

cells.

Mrs. Peel, a new addition!

Mr. Steed. Will you take care of him?

Ceftainly.

Come with me. We need to check some details.

For the record. We like our files up-to-date.

So many new members!

- There's a test tomorrow. - Oh, dear.

Here are the answers.

Come in.

Here's your cocoa.

lf you're very good, l'll tell you a story.

My night cap even if it does corrode my grey matter.

Stand on your head.

Feel the blood circulating. l know.

- What did you find? - Nothing.

The professor's genuine. lt seems legitimate.

Any interest in crime would be purely academic.

Mating of master minds.

- We must find the master mind. - The best brain.

Speaking of brains, thanks for your answers. That exam was a sweat.

How did l do?

You scored under 100.

l added 60 on and now you're brillant.

Genius level.

- Good morning, Mr. Steed. - Miss Holly.

- You're up early. - With the lark.

Limbering up?

A few press-ups, nothing too strenuous.

- Sleep well? - Like a log.

- Pills? - Sleep of the just.

l thought you ran a mile from this.

l enjoy a spot of PT before breakfast.

- Gym shoes are in that cupboard. - Thank you.

About last night, l tried to get in but the door was locked.

- What do you mean? - You weren't sleepwalking.

- You went along. - Where?

You watched a film show in here last night.

Are you all right?

l never left my bed.

What?

Good morning all.

Before we begin, l have an announcement.

We usually have a discussion hour between 6 and 7.

Tonight we've a suprise.

Please, meet in this gym at 6.

Are you all right?

l nearly joined good King Harold, 1066.

That stupid gardener.

We had to shift the butts

and he didn't put back the sign. Why aren't you with the others?

- Have you seen them? - They've gone.

- We were to meet at 6. - Didn't you know,

they advanced to 5:30?.

- Do you know where? - Afraid not.

Ask Professor Spencer.

- Slipped up, Mr. Steed? - Where did they go?

Lemmy has taken them to do outdoor lQ tests.

- ln the dark? - A twilight country run.

l missed the meeting, so l also missed a trip to the seaside.

We didn't go near the seaside.

We spent the evening in the forest.

You were out all night.

Sand?

But we weren't on a beach.

We just answered questions

and picked up fir cones.

Look.

This doesn't grow on trees.

An arrow, and not the kind tbey gayly loose off bere

The arrow.

The guided missile.

There's a base 60 miles from here.

On the coast.

Major?

Steed here.

Has anything unusual been happening there?

What?

Mr. Steed!

Hold on.

Miss Holly.

Might l lure you away to something more physical?

More...

A walk to the river

later on.

l'd be delighted.

An old auntie. She worries about my socks.

- Socks? - Who's darning them.

l see. Don't worry. l'll talk to you later on.

Major.

Give me that again.

Last night?

l see.

Straight from the horse's mouth. The successor to Polaris.

- Gone, snatched. - How?

We know how they got out, but how they got in...

Please, it's like perpendicular tennis.

A marvelous sensation.

- The base has an electric fence. - Like an astronaut.

Cutting it would have set off the alarms.

Soaring up! Falling down!

Ladders, long ladders.

The alarms again.

Before you blast off again last night,

did the group split up? Did anyone wander off?

lt was all perfectly simple.

We went on a moonlight ramble.

lf there'd been anything funny, l'd know

Still the naval base was broken into.

A helicopter.

Too noisy.

lt's impossible.

How else could anyone jump over...

a 15' fence?

- Have you seen the time? - l'm not being social.

lt's no good. l've tried but can't remember.

That's not why l'm here.

l want your advice as a psychologist.

- You use hypnosis. - Frequently, but...

Are some people more susceptible than others?

- lt's the approach that varies. - Explain.

Well, suppose...

l say l'm going to hypnotize you.

You'd resist, make difficulties.

l'd have to do it without your knowledge.

Take me off guard. How?

There are many ways. A sedative, to relax you.

Put me to sleep or wait until l was asleep.

That would be ideal. The brain is more receptive.

l have to get back.

You feel your limbs completely relaxed, relaxed.

lt's a very pleasant feeling like being asleep

but you're out of bed and on your feet

and you're going down to the gymnasium.

You're going to the gymnasium.

The problem to solve

is how to steal a plane from here.

The air field is a top security establishment

with armed troops, and barbed wire,

a regular picket system.

This picket system has four regular

controls, the first

commencing at dusk

and continuing until dawn.

May l have suggestions

from the floor?

- A fire to create a diversion. - Excellent.

Lit near the guard's quafters.

We'll note that.

May l?

By all means.

Cut the water supply to add to tbe general confusion

The best idea yet.

...the problem here.

ls the final plan clear to all?

Yes.

Go back to bed. ln one hour

l will awaken you.

We'll meet at the archery range in one hour.

Steed's a fake.

- What do you mean? - l checked the room

and found the radio disconnected again.

So his absence was no accident.

Disregard the previous instruction.

Do not, l repeat, do not go

to the rendez-vous l gave you.

Repoft instead to the gymnasium.

The plan is changed.

The exercise tonight has been cancelled.

l have discovered a spy in our midst.

l refer to John Steed who is now waiting

at the archery range.

So we have a new problem to grapple with.

Steed must be killed

so that no blame may attach to anyone.

Lt. Hardcastle.

His car could fall into the river.

He'd have to be drugged. The police might

detect it.

Let's deal with him where he is.

Carry on.

He's in the archery range,

why not kill him with an arrow?

First class.

We'll say he wandered by the targets.

That's an idea we can adopt.

The question is

who will do it?

l've done some archery.

Let me kill him.

Well?

Steed is dead.

You should have burned this.

A bad mistake. Very bad.

The projection.

Get the girl!

Miss Holly!

The master mind.

Steed.

- Are you all right? - Yes.

Are you?

lt was a marvelous idea, uniting great minds

for one common task.

Think what they'd have done with my taxes.

Still, l wound up with an lQ at genius level.

You are a genius...

at cribbing.

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