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Come on. Come on.

Kill him.

Mrs. Peel!

Mrs. Peel!
Come along. No time for nodding off.

Yes, it is.

Did it have to be the
middle of the night, Steed?

Night? It's morning!
Bright, new morning.

Best part of the day.

The dew is pearly.

The morning chorus
is in full throat.

And everyone in their
right minds are still asleep.

Where are we anyway?

The country residence
of Sir Clive Todd.

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

Good morning, sir, madam.

Good morning.

My name is John Steed and
this is Mrs. Peel. We're expected.

Quite so.
Will you come in please.

May I?

Oh, excuse me,
I have been assisting.

I will inform the gentlemen you are here.
- Thank-you.

Steed, you did wake
me up a few minutes ago.

There is a touch of
fantasy about it all isn't there?

Toy soldiers and all that.

Is this some kind of fancy dress party?
- You might call it that.

Last night in Whitehall.

This is an ideal little costume for
lurking around government buildings in peacetime.

This is exactly how he broke in.
- Who broke in?

The burglar, the man who wore this.
You'll see him in a minute, he's in...

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

How is he, Doctor?

He's lucky,
the bullet just missed his brain.

Come this way, please.

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

I still don't understand why
we're needed at Sir Clive Todd's house.

Where else?

But this is...
- Sir Clive Todd.

Caught with his own portcullis down.
- A minister of the crown.

And a burglar.

Something of
an all rounder.

Really, Steed.

Your levity at a time like this...
Sorry, Sir Jeremy.

It must have been quite a shock to find
that Sir Clive was a member of another gang.

Apart from your
own gang, that is.

The whole idea is preposterous, incredible.
- But undeniable.

There's no doubt about that.

Sir Clive and some persons unknown did manage
to break into that government strong room last night.

During the course of the raid,
which was entirely successful by the way,

Sir Clive managed
to get himself shot.

But not killed.

He'll pull through.

Which is more than can be said
for the government at this moment.

The Prime Minister's ordered complete secrecy.
That's why Sir Clive was brought to his own home.

He will remain here.

And we will issue
a simple announcement to the press.

A hunting accident.

A checkup,
in the fullest sense.

I leave the rest to you.
The Prime Minister is waiting for me.

Steed. Mrs. Peel.

I don't like the way he scuttled out.
Makes me feel like a sinking ship.

Well, you may
be right at that,

if this case isn't broken.

Good morning.

Do you suppose the Prime Minister
would mind if you let me in on the secret?

I don't suppose he would.
It's state security.

It's been riddled with a series
of raids over the past few months.

Well, just like last night's.
Boldly conceived. Superbly executed.

Behind them there must be
a brilliant planner at work.

A genius.

A diabolical mastermind.
- Sir Clive?

He's just a
pawn in the game.

The man we're
after is the king.

Whoever he is.

Has anyone ever remarked
on the astonishing resemblance

between yourself
and Florence Nightingale?

Excellent, Mrs. Peel.

Efficient, thorough,
to the point, most excellent.

Thank you, Doctor.

I'm happy to have
our patient in your hands.

but I would
remove the nail varnish.

How are you?

Where is this place?
- This is your home.

And you?
- Your nurse.

I'm thirsty.

I've been
in an accident.

Yes.

What sort of accident?

You were shot.

It happened while you were
breaking into a strongroom.

Breaking in?

That's right, Sir Clive.
Breaking in.

What on earth
are you talking about?

What did you call me?
- Sir Clive.

Sir Clive? Sir?

Title?

Breaking in?

Amnesia.

Eh?

Amnesia.

Sir Clive.

He came around
for a few minutes.

Doesn't appear
to remember anything.

Concussion?

I doubt it.
Doesn't even seem to remember his own name.

Bluffing?

That's your
problem, Mr. Steed.

I'm just the nurse
around here, remember?

Better chat to the old boy.
Nothing here.

What were you hoping to find?
- At the risk of ribald laughter, clues.

What kind of clues?

I don't think that should concern you.
Mrs. Peel. You're only the nurse here, remember?

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

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

Let's start with the robbery.

Who planned it? You?
- Robbery?

Was it your first,
or had you taken part in others?

There's some mistake.
I don't know anything about any robberies.

I manufacture computers.

You did, before
you went into politics.

Yes, l'm in politics.

Does my wife
know I'm here?

You've been a
widower for five years.

Oh, yes,
of course, Kate's dead.

Divinia, my daughter...
of course, south of France.

Yes sir?

Divinia on holiday, in France.

Then you remember that?

What?
- About your daughter.

Divinia.

Who is Divinia?

Sounds like amnesia.

He could be bluffing.
He's one of smartest minds in Westminster.

Then we may be in
for an interesting challenge.

Mr. Steed?
- Yes.

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

Oh, that's alright.
This is Mrs. Peel.

Security seemed
to think that I...

that a psychiatrist...
- A psychiatrist was my suggestion.

Indeed.

Sir Clive. Excuse me.

There's nothing feigned.

No bluff about his condition.
Postoperative shock.

General physical and mental disorientation and
the effect of the anaesthetic's not fully worn off.

Quite a hangover,
one way or another.

Your facetiousness, Mr. Steed,
covers an edgy temperament.

In fact I'd say your nerves
mostly jangle like wires in the wind.

A few notes on
the patient who matters.

Hmm, an impressive subject.

Do you mind telling me why
I've been singled out for this job?

He's an official secret and
I imagine you're still covered by the act.

You are a service
psychiatrist, aren't you?

By the way, what did you
manage to straighten out in the wavy navy?

The sea sick.

Traces of an incipient
inferiority complex. I should watch it.

Has he said much so far?

No, not so far.

Hello!

I'm going to scream in a moment.
- Oh, dear, I hope not.

Loud, and I have excellent lungs.
- I can believe it.

Enough to wake the dead.
- I'm John Steed.

I'm here on business,
and I'm not going to harm you.

Oh, I'm done.

Well, why were you
searching my father's study?

Your father?

Yes, his papers were all over the
floor, everything was in an uproar...

So you're Divinia?
- Yes, of course.

But you're
supposed to be on holiday.

Well, I was, wasn't I?

South of France, naturally.

But l got bored on the beach

so I jumped into a taxi,
and took the next plane home.

My clothes are following.

Oh, yes...

Now Miss Todd...
- Divinia.

Or Daffy. Take your pick.
- Divinia.

You know, that was
a super tackle you made.

Scrum half.
- Wing three-quarter.

Now Divinia, your father...

Oh yes, where
is Daddy, by the way?

He's in bed, resting.

Tell me,
was he plastered?

No.

Well, what has
become of him then?

I'm afraid I can't explain.

Oh, a secret?

Yes.

You might be able to help. Your
father's suffered a temporary loss of memory.

He'll be all right
in a few days,

but until then...
- Master spy might flee the country.

Exactly.

And what exactly can l do?

We've had great difficulty in
pinpointing your father's movements last night.

Have you tried
Allenson Johnson?

Well, Daddy spends a lot of evenings with him.
- An opposition MP?

An opposition at chess.
They're old pals.

Anyway, surely it's all in the diary.
- The diary?

Well, I looked, I didn't....
- No, you wouldn't.

Daddy's little secret.

He thinks that
even I don't know.

You know I wouldn't have screamed.
I'd just have accepted my fate.

I'll bare that in mind.

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

Daddy's a child about gadgets.
Yes, like that Chinese puzzle.

Looks like a
St. Bernard's dog collar.

No, you pass
circles through squares.

There. It's very
difficult, and a ghastly bore.

He certainly seems
to enjoy exercising his mind.

He's like those fiends who go on
stimulating their muscles into old age.

Actually, he's a
very rare politician.

He really has a high IQ.
High enough to belong to RANSACK.

RANSACK?
- Yes, it's a club for eggheads.

They wade through test papers
and 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?

Is it?

Is it?

Any luck?
- No sign of a breakthrough.

He can't remember anything.

I don't think he ever will.

When you see Sir Johnston,
go carefully, Steed.

If he didn't meet with Sir Clive last night,
then drop the subject and back out.

Allenson Johnston is a
good sort of friend and all that,

but if our opponents get wind of this
business before you find an explanation,

there'd be a bigger explosion
than ever Guy Fox could've caused.

Mr. Steed?

Yes.
- I'm sorry you've been kept waiting.

Minister Sir Johnston's been interviewing a
constituent. What did you want to see him about?

It's a personal matter.
I'm a friend of Sir Clive Todd.

Oh.

I believe that he was with Sir Clive last night.
- Well, that's right, they left the house together.

I expect he's through
with the constituent by now.

Did you know the person
who came to see him?

Steed?

I think we might
be getting somewhere.

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

Get Campbell, will you?

Dr Campbell?

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

I dropped by to
enquire about Sir Clive.

So did I.
Are you a friend of his?

Well, in a
manner of speaking.

We have a strong interest
in Sir Clive's well-being.

And when we
read about the accident...

''We?''

Professor Spenser, myself,
and one or two other interested people.

We run a little organization.
Strictly a hobby, you understand.

It's an academic exercise.

Sir Clive was one
of our star members.

Mr. Leeming,
what is this organization?

RANSACK.
Perhaps you've heard of it?

l have indeed.

I'm an old friend of Sir Clive's.
He'd been trying to get me to join for ages.

I must say he made it sound
a very attractive proposition.

You wish to become a member?
- Right away, if possible.

Well, if Sir Clive has told you about it,
I take it you understand the object of RANSACK.

Confirming one's
superior intelligence.

Honing the mind, Mr. Steed.
Bending it, stretching it.

Burrowing down into the mass
of neglected cells, on a community basis.

A kind of
scrambling of eggheads.

Yes, if you like.

I have some entry papers with me
if you care to complete them.

No cheating, now.
- Of course not.

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

So, if Sir Clive has recommended you,
we could use another keen mind, Mr. Steed.

Thank you.

I better be running along.

I'm glad to hear
Sir Clive is doing so well, Doctor.

And Dr. Campbell, you'll let me know
if there's a change for the worse.

If you should
have to resort to drugs.

Goodbye Mr. Steed.
- Goodbye and thank you.

Mrs. Peel seems to think that the old boy
is going to make some sense now.

Paper.

Pencil.

Clock.

Time.

Night.

Sleep.

Gun.
- Kill him!

Kill him?

Did I say that?
- Yes, but who said it when you heard it last?

Was it when you were shot?
- I don't know.

Alright, let's try some more.

Let me try a word.

RANSACK.

RANSACK.

What does it mean to you, Sir Clive?

You know that word.

RANSACK.

It's important, isn't it?

Think of RANSACK.

Think.

You killed him!

Why?
- I don't know.

I don't know why.

I don't know, Steed.

I don't know
what made me do it.

Just can't remember,

but I did do it.

You said I did.

There's no doubt about it.
It was a lethal injection.

But why, why?

I examined him this morning.

I can remember that.

Then I left him
with a woman, a nurse.

Mrs. Peel?
- That's right.

Then I came back in here.

I stood over there.

Then someone
came to fetch me.

That was me.
- Was it?

I went back
into his room,

I prepared an injection...

And then, then...

It's no good, Steed.

From there it's just a blank,
a complete blank.

Very convenient.

I swear to you,
I just don't remember.

You've got so far,

now the rest.

Self analysis, Doctor.
- I must have made a mistake.

There must have been something else
on my mind when I prepared that drug.

Killing was on your mind.

Now why should
you want to kill him?

Who told you to do it?
- I had no inclination to end his life.

No conscious inclination,
so it had to be an error of judgement.

You've done hundreds of injections.
You've never killed a patient before.

No, I know.

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

Yes.

I don't know.

No, it's stupid.
- Try me.

Compulsive reasons.

That seems to ring a bell somewhere.
Compulsive.

As though someone
had told me, commanded me.

As though someone had
commanded you to kill Sir Clive?

It's just not possible.

Who have you met today?
- No one.

I haven't been outside the house all day.
I've met no one except...

Except Desmond Leeming
from the RANSACK organization.

Now does that ring a bell to you?
RANSACK?

It meant something to Sir Clive
and it means something to you, too.

Well, why not? After all,
I'm a member of RANSACK myself.

Good evening.

Good evening.

Lobbying?

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

Did you see Leeming?

And Professor Spencer.

How's your Intelligence Quotient?
- Well above average.

Better than mine?
- Roughly the same.

But that's hardly surprising
since I also did your papers for you.

So they accepted you?
- Better than that, I got a job there.

It appears that Professor Spencer
requires a secretary.

Someone with charm, intelligence, discretion.

I start at the school tomorrow.

School?

They run their courses
at a boarding school near Oxford.

The Dorrington Dean 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?

You come to enlist?

I didn't realize archery
was part of the program.

I'm not one of the
RANSACK mob, if that's what you think.

Know something
about toxopholie?

Eh?

Archery.
- I play darts.

Holly Trent's my name.

John Steed.

I'm school games mistress,
left as custodian during the holidays.

Watch out. I lure the intelligentsia
from their course whenever I get the chance.

You seem to have raised
a fine body of yeomen.

Oh, they're the school employees,
but maybe I'll have better luck with you.

Care to have a go right now?

Well, I...
- Good.

Margery.

We'll loose at
the same target. Ready?

Gold.

Mistress...

It's very distracting,
having people...

So was that distracting,
you ruined his aim!

Oh, it's you, Steed.
You better come with me.

Always breaking windows
at school, I was.

A refreshing change from
the more gamey type of games mistress.

Oh, Holly's all right,
but she can be a bit of a menace.

Although we encourage a certain amount
of exercise for our fitter members,

we prefer them to be mentally,
rather than physically, overactive.

It's just a question
of applying an algebraic principle.

Surely you mean X equals Y
to the power of 3 minus 10, don't you?

It is in your paper...

...calculatedly phonetically.
He didn't allow for the Liverpool sound.

so you see...
- It's all a matter of Etymological construction.

I mean, now take a word
like ''yoghurt'' for example.

I'll introduce you
to Professor Spencer first.

It's a Norse word
and to me the basis of the Norse language.

Professor, this is Mr. Steed.

IQ 152.

Delighted you have
volunteered to give us your time, Mr. Steed.

We may well push your rating up
after a few days here.

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

Well, you're certainly agile.

The brain needs nourishment.
More so when you get to my age.

Try it.
- I will, sometime.

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

Refreshing, rejuvenating cells.

Ah, Mrs. Peel,
a new addition to the course.

Mr. Steed.
Will you take care of him?

Certainly.

Come with me, Mr. Steed. There's just some
additional details I need to check with you.

Just for the record, you understand.
We like to keep our files up-to-date.

So many new members,
it's always a problem.

There will be another test paper tomorrow.
- Oh, dear.

Here are the answers.

Come in.

Here's your cocoa.

And if you're very good,
I'll tell you a bedtime story.

I brought my own night cap
even if it does corrode my grey matter.

You can always try
standing on your head.

You can feel the
blood circulating, I know.

What did you find at the office?
- Nothing.

The professor's genuine.
The whole setup seems seems perfectly innocent.

On the face of it, any interest in crime
would be purely academic.

A mating of master minds.

And we still have to find the master mind.
- The best brain of all.

Oh, and speaking of brains, it was just as
well you passed me a few of the answers.

That exam was a sweat.
Did I make a fair showing?

You scored under 100.

l added 60 on,
and now you're brilliant.

Genius level.

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

You're up bright and early.
- Up with the lark.

Come to get limbered up?

A few modest press-ups,
nothing too strenuous.

Couldn't you sleep?
- Like a top.

Pills?
- Sleep of the just.

I thought you ran a
mile from this sort of thing.

No, I don't mind a
spot of PT before breakfast.

You'll find some gym shoes
in that cupboard over there.

Thank you very much.

What was it all about last night?

I tried to get in but the
door was locked against latecomers.

What do you mean,
what was it all about?

Don't tell me
you were sleepwalking.

You went with the others.
- Where?

You all came in here and watched
a film show in the middle of the night.

Are you all right, Steed?

I never left
my bed last night.

What?

Good morning everyone.

Before we start today's activities,
I have an announcement to make.

As you know usually at RANSACK we
have a discussion hour between 6 and 7.

Tonight we have
a special event in store.

Will you all please
meet in this gym at 6.

Mr. Steed!
Mr. Steed, are you all right?

I nearly joined good
King Harold, 1066 and all that.

That stupid gardener.

We shifted the butts down this end
because of the way the wind was blowing.

I told him to
put back the sign.

Why didn't you
go with the others?

Have you seen them?

They went off in the school
mini bus half an hour ago.

But we were supposed
to meet in the gym at 6.

Didn't you get the message?
They changed the time to half past five.

Do you know where they've gone?
- I'm afraid not.

Why don't you
ask Professor Spencer.

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

Lemmy has taken them
off to do outdoor IQ tests.

In the dark?
- A sort of twilight country run.

I didn't attend the meeting the previous night,
so they made sure missed a trip to the seaside.

We didn't go
near the seaside.

We spent the evening in the forest,
walking on leaves.

You were out all night.

Hey!

Sand?

But we weren't on a beach.

We just ambled about
answering questions and...

and picking up fir cones.

Look.

This doesn't grow on trees.

An arrow, and not the kind
they gayly loose off on the school grounds.

The arrow.

The guided missile.

There's a base
about 60 miles from here.

On the coast.

Major?
Steed here.

Has anything been happening in your
part of the world, anything unusual?

What?

Mr. Steed!
- Hold on.

Miss Holly.

I wondered if I might I lure you away from
pure brain work to something more physical?

More...

A walk, down
to the river, later on.

Oh, oh, l'd be delighted.

Excuse me, an old auntie of mine.
She worries about my socks.

Socks?
- Who's darning them.

I see.
Well, don't worry.

I'll talk to you later on.
- Yes.

Major?

Give me that again.

Last night?

I see.

I heard it straight from the horse's mouth.
The possible successor to Polaris.

Gone, snatched, just like that!
- How?

The people at Naval security know how
the thieves got out, but how they got in...

Look, do you mind? It's like
watching a game of perpendicular tennis.

A marvellous sensation.

The Naval base was
surrounded by an electrified wire.

Weightless, like an astronaut.

The wire wasn't cut, and even if it had been,
alarms would have blasted off.

Soaring up, falling down.

Ladders, they must
have used long ladders.

That would have
blasted the alarms off too.

Before you start
blasting off again,

last night,
did the group split up?

Did by any chance
some of them start wandering away?

I told you,
it was all perfectly simple.

We went on a moonlight ramble
and we all stayed together.

If anything funny had been going on,
you don't think I would have known?

However, the fact remains,
the naval base was broken into.

They might have
used a helicopter. Wee...

Someone would have heard.

It's impossible then.

How else could
anyone jump over...

a fifteen foot live wire?

Do you know what time it is?
- I'm not being social, Major.

It's no good, Steed. I've tried
and tried to think, I just can't remember.

That's not why
I'm here, Dr. Campbell.

I want your advice,
as a psychologist.

You use hypnosis as part of your work.
- Frequently, but...

Do you find one particular kind of
person more susceptible than another?

We are all susceptible.
It's the approach that varies, that's all.

Explain that.

Well, suppose...

Suppose that I was to say right now
that I was going to hypnotize you.

You'd resist no doubt,
you'd make difficulties.

So if I were to hypnotize you,
I'd have to do it without your knowledge.

Take me off guard.
How would you do that?

There are many ways.

The easiest would be
to get you to take a sedative.

Relax you.
- Put me to sleep in fact.

or wait until I was asleep.

That would be ideal.

The brain is more
receptive when relaxed.

I have to get back.

As you dress, you feel your
limbs completely relaxed, relaxed.

It'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 we
are about to solve

is how to steal a
plane from this airfield.

The air field
is a top security establishment

with armed troops,
an outer perimeter of barbed wire,

a regular picket system.

This picket system is broken
down into four regular patrols.

The first
commencing at dusk,

and thereafter
continuing until daybreak.

Now then, may I have
suggestions from the floor, please.

A fire to
create a diversion.

Excellent.

And if the fire were to be
placed around the guard's quarters.

Good thinking.
We'll note that.

Might I make
another suggestion?

By all means, Mr. Steed.

Cut the water supply
outside the airfield.

That would add
to the general confusion.

The best idea
yet, Mr. Steed..

...the problem
with this airfield.

Is the final plan fully
understood by everyone?

Yes.
- Good.

You will all
go back to bed.

And in one hour you
will hear me tell you to get up.

Our meeting point
will be the archery range in one hour.

Steed's a fake.

What do you mean?
- He couldn't have been under.

I checked the room
and found the radio disconnected again.

So it wasn't an accident
he failed to join in the night before last.

Disregard the
previous instruction.

Do not, I repeat, do not go
to the rendezvous I gave you.

Report instead
to the gymnasium.

Report to the...

Report to the gymnasium.

Report instead...

There has been
a change of plans.

The exercise arranged for
tonight has been cancelled.

I have discovered
a spy in our midst.

I refer to John Steed.

Who is now waiting for us
to gather at the archery range.

So we have a new problem
for our minds to grapple with.

Steed must be killed,

in such a way so that no
blame may attach to anyone.

Lt. Hardcastle.

Steed has a car.

There's an unfenced road by the river.

It would mean
rendering him unconscious first.

The police
might detect it.

Wouldn't it be simpler to deal
with Steed where he is right now.

Carry on, Mrs. Peel.

He's in the archery range.

Why not get one of Miss Trent's
bows, and kill him with an arrow?

First class.

When he's found, it can be claimed
he wandered in front of the targets.

That's an idea
we can adopt.

Without wasting any more time,
the question is, who will do it?

I've done
some archery.

Let me kill Steed.

Well, Mrs. Peel?

Steed is dead.

You should have
burned your colleague's note.

A bad mistake,
Mrs. Peel. Very bad.

The projection.

Get the girl!

Miss Holly!

The master mind.

Steed.

Are you all right?
- Yes.

Are you?

You know, it was a marvellous idea,
getting all those great minds together.

applying them to the common task.

Yes, think what they might have
done with my income tax returns.

Still, I came out of it with
something, an IQ at genius level.

You are a genius...

at cribbing.

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