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Are we feeling a little better now Mr. Gibbons.

Nurse Owen will fix up your next appointment.

Good morning Peregrine.

I'd almost given you up.

You're blocking me Gibbons...

resisting.

That won't do.

We can't release your tensions if you won't co-operate.

Fear

and hatred...

they are one...

like a sore that festers...

swells up into unbearable tension.

We must relieve these tensions, Gibbons...

these aggressions...

live them out.

Disappear them.

Who is it you fear Gibbons,

who is it you hate?

Aloysius Peregrine.

A dull man, Stubborn. Unimaginative.

A man to loathe...

to hate?

Peregrine.

He stands in your way, doesn't he?

Subconsciously you fear his power.

You hate him.

Hate.

Peregrine.

Aloysius Peregrine.

Hate.

He is the root of your problem.

Your problem Gibbons,

your problem.

Solve it!

Subconsciously you fear his power.

Hello?

- Miss Tara King? - Yes.

Is John Steed there?

No Steed's not here. Can I help...

Hello?

The phantom caller's struck again.

Tara, really,

what is all this

phantom telephoning... the voice of the night...

do you never tire of it?

Oh...

I mean all this

fun and games, this

cloak and dagger stuff with Steed.

What's so special about steed anyway.

Steed... big deal...

biggish deal.

That's excellent. really excellent.

I have never felt so completely dismissed by a woman before.

Well Teddy, you rang ME.

I mean it's perfectly obvious you find me fascinating...

delicious... quite ludicrously attractive...

Persistent.

Persistent... persistent...

but not even amiable or amusing.

Oh yes, amiable, amusing, pushy.

Then why don't you have dinner with me tonight.

Because... mm...

tomorrow's Wednesday.

Darling today's Wednesday.

- Steed! - Ah.

- Am I glad to see you. - Is that a question or a statement.

The Honourable Teddy Chilcott.

What again.

Come in.

You're taking me to a show.

A horse show... opera?

Ballet.

Well, we'd better hurry if we're not going to miss the curtain.

Teddy!

Steed.

We're always bumping into one another.

Don't we... extraordinary.

And always here.

You'd want to kill him...

to be rid of him.

Well you can... you must.

The taboos,

the restrictions of society prevent you.

But there are no restrictions here...

no taboos.

You going on somewhere.

I had hoped to...

Well, off to the ballet... mustn't miss the interval.

Excuse me.

Hello.

Is John Steed there?

Yes, just a minute.

It's that woman again.

What woman?

She rang earlier... wants to speak to you.

It's the phantom caller... it happens all the time...

or a rival.

Hello.

John Steed.

Yes.

Listen carefully.

Apartment nine. Park View Towers.

Who is that?

Apartment nine.

Aloysius Peregrine lives here.

He's in great danger.

Hello... hello...

Who was it?

I don't know.

But have you ever heard of an Aloysius Peregrine?

No.

Well, apparently he's in great danger...

I'd better go and find out.

Have fun Teddy.

Then you won't be keeping your date after all.

Where he goeth...

I go...

eth.

You are going to live out your fantasy...

you are going to kill Peregrine.

How? How will you go about it?

Night. It would be at night.

He lives alone...

I'd drive out there...

at the back there's a fire scape.

It leads right up to his apartment.

It's a dream.

It's all a dream.

It's a... it's a... it's a dream.

It's a dream... it's a ...

Wait here.

Aloysius Peregrine... A Vice President of Acme Precision Combine Limited.

And the other chap was called Paul Gibbons, also of Acme Precision.

Gibbons! Look...

Dear Gibbons, much as I admire your attack,

I find your recent suggestions for improvements within the Company,

childish, immature, and totally without merit,

etcetera, etcetera.

It could be a motive of sorts.

Of sorts... but what I can't understand is

that somebody knew this was going to happen...

... somebody phoned me...

But why me?

I didn't know Peregrine.

I didn't know Gibbons. I've never even heard of Acme Precision Combine.

Hello... Oh Frank Tobias,

This is John Steed.

You've heard what's happened...

yes, I would like to search Gibbon's office...

Will you meet me there?

Good.

You'll be at Acme Precision.

Combine... with one Frank Tobias.

What exactly are you looking for?

I won't know until I find it.

Still rummaging in the dark.

Go on about Peregrine and Gibbons.

Dreadful business. Dreadful.

Well there's not much I can add really.

We were fellow Directors.

We've been together for about five years now.

I respected both of them, though they were poles apart.

In what way?

Well Peregrine was the cautious type.

Gibbons on the other hand was the go... getter... progressive...

So they were often in conflict... ?

Often... I had to drag them back sometimes...

But the idea that Gibbons would resort to murder...

This is no idea Mr. Tobias,

this is a fact.

That's funny.

There's everything one would except in this office...

in the office of a busy young executive.

Except for one thing...

no desk diary.

A diary.

No diary.

Well perhaps he had a marvellous memory...

Perhaps... but it strikes me as odd.

Gibbons must have had a diary.

So seriously suspecting...

As we usually do...

... that someone has nefariously

spirited it away...

Pinched it.

Teddy.

... yes.

But why...

what could that diary have contained.

There must be details of lunch dates...

board meetings...

Illicit rendezvous.

Ooh! but with whom?

I'd like to destroy him...

erase him...

kill him.

Excellent...

that's really excellent Mr. Slater.

Kill, destroy and erase.

I particularly like erase... Ha! Ha! Ha!

Excellent. First class.

Winthrop.

Henry Winthrop.

Immensely therapeutic.

Look at him... a fool.

A buffoon.

A dummy of a man.

The killing of Henry Winthrop.

You'd like that, wouldn't you Slater. You'd like to kill him again.

Of course you would.

To kill Henry Winthrop.

That would be fun.

He's a fool.

A buffoon.

A dummy of a man.

But you work together.

Sit on the same board.

Fool.

A booster.

Dummy.

But he's more that that.

No...

But he is.

You told me.

He could become Chairman.

You're frightened of him Slater.

No.

But you are...

frightened...

envious.

That's why you hate him,

fear.. Slater

Fear...

frightened.

I think we're going to break through.

That is why you killed him,

over and over again, here,

in this room... erased him.

And now you must do it again.

Totally.

Finally.

And how will you do it....

Tell me.

How?

Hello.

Is John Steed there?

Yes, just a minute.

Miss Anonymous.

Yes.

Henry Winthrop.

Look... wait a moment...

He lives at the Lodge, Meadows Green.

He's in danger.

It wouldn't be too difficult.

Winthrop lives alone...

isolated.

I'd park the car where it wouldn't be seen.

Make my way to the back of the house.

He wouldn't hear me...

He spends most of his time

in that darkroom of his.

What on earth d'you think you're doing?

Come on Slater... come on.

I've never heard such darn fool nonsense in all my life.

- You can't seriously be suggesting that... - It's serious...

Deadly serious.

We had a similar call last night.

A man named Peregrine.

Peregrine?

What Aloysius Peregrine...

You know him?

But of course... sit on the same board together,

for Acme Precision.

Winthrop lives alone.

I'd park the car where it wouldn't be seen.

This is terrible news.

Terrible.

I'm surprised you didn't know.

Eh.

Well... I... I hardly answer that thing when I'm working.

It's terrible.

You can see why we burst in.

Oh yes... yes, of course.

Still... looks like a false alarm, eh?

Yes.

Anyway, I'm quite capable of looking after myself.

Quite capable.

Thank you for your concern.

Are you sure you don't want us to stay with you?

Oh quite sure.

I was wondering who it might be.

Well... a... you said a woman made the call.

I was thinking of the potential murderer.

I'm a business man Mr. Steed.

I've had my squabbles...

inevitable. Even within my own company...

but murder...?

False alarm. False alarm.

Odd.

Very.

Look!!

Over there... a man... he just went behind the house.

I feel so much better...

Doctor...

I feel so much better.

Slater.

Slater.

There's not much more I can do with him there.

Have to get him back to Observation.

Like to come along?

Tara, it occurs to me that he may have kept a diary.

Good point.

He works in the Optics section of Acme Precision... take my car.

Right.

He's dreaming.

That's it.

All the loose ends tied up.

Not quite.

There's still Slater.

After the drug the Doc pumped into him.

He'll be in shock for weeks.

Possibly. Possibly not.

But if they start working on him there's still Slater.

And then there's Tobias.

How is it?

You're a relative?

Work together.

Doctor Reece... Frank Tobias.

On the board of Acme Precision.

Slater and Winthrop.

Same pattern as before.

Precision... that is his line?

Optics, camera... things like that.

Clever chap...

do you want to...

Slater.

Slater old chap. It's me... Tobias.

Slater...

You're not in my dream...

go away.

Been like this since we brought him in.

You can't do anything for him?

I didn't say that.

New drugs...

shock him out of his shock.

Do a lot... new drugs.

But how long?

Matter of days perhaps.

Hours even... depends.

New drugs you know.

Peregrine. Gibbons. Winthrop,

and now Slater.

Well, I'm not a mathematical wizard but...

I know. I've thought of that.

The Board consisted of five men.

That's it.

Oh!

I've brought you some flowers, darling.

Ah...

You shouldn't have jumped me like that.

Obviously.

Well you surprised me.

The feeling is definitely mutual.

I intended surprising you in a friendly way.

A little note there...

Well you certainly are... different.

From what?

I mean it was some trick.

No trick... training.

Training...

I'm too fluke.

Why

if I'd been prepared...

It wouldn't have done you any good.

You care to bet on it?

Dinner with me tonight if you lose.

You're on.

Right... now let's see... this is the way it happened.

You're behind me.

That's right. An arm over there.

Right,

then I put my elbow back into your stomach.

Wait a minute...

this will never work.

Scared eh?

No. No. No. Just getting myself sorted out.

Right... then I went back...

shoulder under and throw.

And again.

Ah.

Ah.

Uh.

Oh Teddy.

You killed a man.

- No. - Yes you did.

No I didn't.

Murder.

Cold blooded murder.

- No. - Yes.

His name was Winthrop.

Henry Winthrop.

A nightmare.

- Jaeger said it was a nightmare... - Stabled him to death...

Who's Jaeger.

A dream.

I dreamed it.

Jaeger said I dreamed it.

A reality Slater.

No. No.

A nasty reality.

No, a dream.

Jaeger said I dreamed it.

Look Jaeger said... Jaeger said... Jaeger.

Jaeger said it was a dream.

Jaeger said it was a dream.

Doctor Jaeger sent me.

He's waiting to see you.

Time to wake up now Slater.

Just one more session and then you're free.

Then you can wake up.

Just one more session.

Teddy.

Someone...

It was a mistake.

I'm terribly sorry.

Just a misunderstanding.

Was it indeed.

Now really.

I misread the circumstances.

Of course you did. Dashing into the rescue.

The maiden's in distress. Where d'you leave your armour? Outside.

I'd put some beef steak on that eye if I were you.

Thank you Doctor.

Excuse me.

Hello.

Yes.

What!

When?

How long will you be there?

Give me an hour.

Slater's escaped.

Where... when... which... why... how.

Where... where he goeth...

You're getting the message.

Dinner!

Called off... on account of ... whatever.

On account of Steed.

Steed.

I was just phoning you.

I turned my back on him for a few moments

and then he must have crept up on me.

Funny...

I didn't think he was dangerous.

He's killed a man. And you didn't think he was dangerous.

No luck. Tobias isn't home.

Tobias?

You think Slater might...?

The Acme Precision Board is down to one...

Tobias...

oughtened he to be warned that Slater's on the loose.

Why did you phone me?

Eh?

You said you tried to call me... why?

Oh... a... Slater mentioned a name...

new drugs you know.

Jabbed him with this...

- What name? - ... experimental dose ...

Err... Jaeger I think.

Yes, that's it, Jaeger.

Hello.

Who?

Why yes, as a matter of fact he is.

It's for you... it's a woman... she didn't give her name.

Hello.

Tobias.

Where is he?

Slater's office. He's in danger.

Hello. Hello.

Slater's office.

Slater!

I... I had to do it... gun...

he came at me with a gun for no reason.

And then there was one.

- Witnesses. - Mmmm.

- Us. - Eh?

You and I. This whole affair.

You're being a bit epigrammatic today.

We're being used.

Us?

Yes.

How? Oh now you've got me at it.

We're being used as unimpeachable witnesses.

Are you unimpeachable.

Well that is beside the point.

Now someone, I don't know who... sets up a murder.

We don't know how.

Makes sure that we are on the spot in time to witness it.

Just in time.

Two Directors of the Acme Precision Board

are gone in one foul swoop.

Accent on the foul.

The one dead, the other his murderer.

Except for Tobias. They slipped up there.

Well it's a clear case of self defense.

- I knew it. - Eh?

Eighteen Marlin Street. Oh...

listen, d'you remember I told you I lost a man I was following in Marlin Street.

Well at number eighteen lives one Doctor Jaeger.

Jaeger...

Consultant in psychological disorders...

aggresso-therapist.

Ten out of ten.

Twelve of ten. I think it's time I consulted my aggresso-therapist.

Oh.

Come in.

Yes, can I help you?

My name is Steed...

John Steed.

Is Doctor Jaeger in?

Doctor Jaeger sees no one without an appointment.

I'd like to make an appointment.

I'll check.

What a nice voice you have... soothing.

I bet you have a nice telephone manner too.

That's very important in a receptionist isn't it?

You coo at the customers in honey milk tones.

Doctor Jaeger is fully booked for the next month.

Oh but surely he can fit me in...

I'm afraid is fully booked.

Perhaps he's not aware of the urgency of my case.

I keep thinking I'm a horse.

Must be something to do with my name.

Well it distresses my friends terribly.

I'm given to cantering across

the quiet room of my club.

Doctor Jaeger doesn't undertake those kind of cures.

Oh I don't want to be cured.

But do you know anyone who'd like to buy

seven tons of hay?

Highly amusing.

Oh yes, highly amusing. Mister...

Steed... this is Mr. John Steed.

So...

I've already told Mr. Steed that you are fully booked Doctor.

Nonsense.

I am free at this moment.

For a short while, you understand.

And this looks like an interesting case.

So you think you are a horse, eh?

Oh not often.

But round about Derby Day I do get a slight

twinge in my fetlocks.

Please.

Sit down.

Relax.

Smoke if you like.

No thank you. I'm a healthy horse.

And now the truth of your visit.

I look you up. You're not in the Medical Directory.

Conclusion?

The Doctor is self inflicted.

Wrong. I am a Doctor of Law.

But you dabble in Psychology.

You use the word "dabble"

like a sword.

Like an offensive weapon.

But that is not true.

If you are trying to say that I am an unqualified quack,

then technically, legally, I would have to agree with you...

Ha! Ha!

... but to suggest that I "dabble"...

that is quite untrue.

I am ahead of my time.

A pioneer of my psychological techniques.

Square one.

- I beg your pardon? - That's why I'm here.

I want to learn more about your techniques.

Your eyes are sceptical.

I'll keep them half closed.

You're an entertaining fellow.

It was the law...

dealing with criminals... that offered me the key.

Your ancestors were killers...

hunters of men.

I had a Great Aunt on my mother's side...

ruthless with a knitting needle!

I am talking of a millions years ago.

A mere,

in evolutionary terms,

primeval man.

Oh him!

He still lurks in us all Mr. Steed.

His appetites. His instincts.

But modern society inhibits them.

I channel,

I release these inhibitions.

You mean Gibbons and Slater.

Do you know them.

Naturally.

Both were patients of mine.

- You admit it. - Why not?

You know they both committed murder!

Yes, I read the papers Mr. Steed.

Tragic. Tragic.

And yet in a way a kind of triumph.

Both carried out my instructions explicitly.

Your instructions.

But of course.

I coached them. I directed them.

I taught them to kill, brilliantly.

Unfortunately, they came to me too late. Too late.

What might they have achieved

had they come to me a week... a month... earlier.

What might they have achieved.

More murders.

You misunderstand.

Fantasy. I am talking of killing in fantasy.

That is my technique.

I seek out a man's

secret enemy and allow him to kill that enemy,

here, in this room, many times.

A catharsis, a release of all repressions and hatreds.

A man lives out his dream, his wildest dreams....

harmlessly.

I'd argue the word 'harmlessly'.

Gibbons and Slater came to me too late.

What's the panic?

Steed.

In with the Doctor now.

How come?

That's what I want to know.

I cleared the diaries, didn't I?

Is that girl with him...

the girl... Tara King?

He's alone.

Why is the girl so important?

Dyson.

- Because she saw me that's why. - Saw you!

When I collected Slater's diary she was there.

And you didn't tell me.

It didn't seem important then.

We were clear then.

Fool.

Deal with the girl... now!

Right.

But Steed this close.

When we picked him as an ideal witness.

I didn't think...

I never thought he'd get this close.

I shouldn't worry about him.

I researched him... remember...

With the Doctor's technique

and someone who hates him enough.

It's been a great pleasure meeting you Mr. Steed.

Great pleasure.

Perhaps we'll have another chat sometime.

I'm sure we will.

Janet!

Is there someone who hates Steed?

Mm... hates him right down to his

finest English hide hand-made shoes.

Hello.

Hello Tara...

how nice to see you.

Look I just come round to

apologise

and to say how stupid I was... what came over me I don't know.

It's all right.

Well... err...

yes I will come in, I'd love a cup of tea...

I didn't ask you in for a cup of tea.

Oh... you're not entertaining are you?

No.

- St. George... - No.

Well how smashing you look today...

that's mmm that's Forest green isn't it?

Yes it is. Now Teddy you're very sweet.

Oh good.

But not now, I've work to do.

For Steed I suppose.

Yes... for STEED!

Have you... for Steed indeed.

We're in luck.

Chilcott.

Two birds with one stone.

Hello Georgie.

Tara. How are you?

Listen, are you still in the Medical profession?

Well I'm trying to get some information on a...

on a man called Doctor Jaeger...

ever heard of him?

Okay, thanks.

No,

No.

Not when I last heard.

Yeah. Who else might know.

Gregory... Okay, you go get Gregory.

Georgie,

he's not there.

Can you have him ring when he gets back.

Super... bye bye.

I am not a Doctor of Medicine you understand?

But you are just

suffering from a mild shock.

That I am sure of.

Can you remember what happened?

No, no, I can't.

A car I think.

That's right.

A car.

Luckily it happened near here.

It was near here, was it?

I must have stepped off without looking.

Or without thinking.

He was talking about a man and a girl,

all very mixed up.

Aha,

so you have a problem, eh?

A problem with a girl.

Well that's not so unusual.

It seemed to be the man who was disturbing him.

The girl's father, perhaps.

Or a rival.

Look,

you've both been very kind, but I really must...

You are in no condition to leave here.

Besides, I think we've struck a nerve,

eh? A rival.

Someone who occupies your mind

so much that you step out in front of a car.

I... I really don't want to take up any more of your time...

On the contrary, you should.

If you have such a problem.

You see, I can help you.

I want to help you.

You want to help me.

How can you help me?

Trust me.

Tell me, there is a rival?

Yes.

His name?

Steed.

John Steed.

Steed.

D'you feel better now Chilcott?

Yes you feel a little better.

You will go through it again and again

until John Steed is well and truly dead.

Who is it you hate?

- Steed. - Who is it you hate?

- Steed. - Who is it you hate?

- Steed. - Why?

Smug. stands in the way.

How do we get rid of him?

Chilcott. Chilcott.

How do we get Steed out of your way?

K... K...

Say it.

Kill him. Kill him.

Kill him.

Kill him.

Who?

Steed.

Kill Steed.

And how do we kill him?

Chilcott's ready and I've edited the tape.

We've never conditioned anyone this fast before, but he's ready.

But Dyson isn't back yet,

he went out after the girl.

Never mind Dyson.

We'll manage without him.

It's Steed we have to worry about.

Same as before?

The same.

You go to Steed's apartment.

That is where you will kill him.

Yes.

There is a fire escape,

you break in that way.

You move to the window

and conceal yourself behind the curtains.

Yes.

And how will you kill him?

Who do you hate?

Steed. Chilcott.

Chilcott, how do we get Steed out of your way?

You go to the Steed's apartment,

that is where you will kill him.

He's ready.

Wake up...

come on... wakey, wakey.

Now then Chilcott, kill him again...

Do you the world of good.

Steed.

Stands in your way, doesn't he?

You hate him.

Who is it your fear...

Who is it your hate?

Steed.

And how do we kill him?

Steed's apartment...

there I shall kill him.

That's where I shall kill him.

This is the last time Frank.

Yes.

- And then what? - Whatever you want.

I've got a clear run at Acme Precision now.

Whatever you want.

I'd better keep an eye on friend Chilcott.

Oh Steed. Ah!

Very touching.

You shall after all Cinderella,

go to the Ball.

That's lovely...

there's only one problem...

what are we going to tell Teddy?

It's weighed heavily on my mind for years.

I feel I have to tell someone Tara.

Well if you feel you must.

It all started way back in my childhood...

it's tortured me ever since...

Well go on... you can trust me.

Ah, well from when I was... a...

So high...

So high...

I used to creep up to my father's study... every night.

I used to reach into the liquor cabinet

and help myself to a very large glass of...

Of what?

Soda water.

- Soda water? - Well I'd have much preferred lemonade,

but the old man said it would ruin my palate.

I felt terribly deprived.

- That explains it. - What?

Your fondness for...

Oh, no, no, no. This is completely different motive.

Oh?

No, the insatiable craving, the perpetual desire...

the uncontrollable urge...

to lay my hands on a bottle of champagne,

is for a very very different reason.

Dare I ask?

Ah... because...

I happen to like it.

Problem solved?

Problem solved.