"(music)" "(theme music)" "And tell us now what you can see." "I can see... a man." "He's very faint." "He..." "He's talking." "But it's difficult to hear him." "How old is he?" "He's an old man." "Now he's talking again." "His name is Wills." "He says he has a brother." "Is there a Mr. Wills here or Mrs. Wills?" "He's fading away." "It's..." "It's difficult to hear him." "He's almost gone now." "Will nobody speak with him?" "Is there anyone else on the other side who wishes to make contact with us?" "Yes." "There's another man." "His name is Paignton." "He says he wishes to speak with his son." "Is there anyone here called Paignton?" "Listen very closely." "I have a message from the other side." "Marshall is waiting for you." "There may be danger, but you must act quickly." "Marshall must join our friends on the other side." "Now, brethren, we shall continue with our efforts to contact those on the other side with the help of this table." "(theme music)" "Oh, what's all this?" "I'd have thought you'd have had your bath by now." "Oh." "I'm giving a lecture tonight at the London Institute of Anthropology." "I'm using these to illustrate my paper." "Very nice." "Oh." "Talking of papers." " Need any help?" " No." "Talking of papers, have a look at that." ""David Marshall found murdered."" "He was a colleague of mine." ""Found shot dead in an alley not far Ridlington's Research Center."" "They're electronics, aren't they?" "Anything from wires to valves or circuits." "They're the most brilliant engineers since Merlin." "Now they're developing at the moment an underwater tracking device." "You seem to be well briefed." "I was up all night going through a three-inch thick file on the thing." "Now, this underwater tracking device is a very brilliant and complicated piece of machinery." "And somebody's after it?" "Somebody's almost getting it." "Now, I think that David Marshall knew who that someone was." "What we've got to do is to keep it on the secret list." "We've got a week to do it in, 'cause it's going to the Pacific for testing." "They've only got a week, too." "So I suppose they're bound to try something." "They'll try all sorts of things, most of them dirty." "There are no more gentlemen in this game." "Is, uh, Ridlington's worth investigating?" "Yes." "Oh, and don't you worry." "They'll be expecting you." "What as, an anthropologist?" "No, I don't think so." "You just make a report on their behavior to our elders and betters in Whitehall." "Uh, not theirs." "Ridlington's." "What are you gonna do?" "I'm going through the dead man's effects." "I can't see a thing." "Neither can I." "How about going into the kitchen?" "That's a very good idea." "Where is the kitchen?" "Oh, yes." "You did a good job." "I brought this back." "A very good job." "Still, that was only expected of you." "Here, take it." "You seem very upset, Freddy." "You shouldn't be, though." "You did very well, and we're pleased with you." "We might even consider using you again." "No, not again." "I introduced my brother to Marion Howard just as you wanted." "I've committed murder for you." "Isn't that enough?" "Well, I'm sorry, Freddy." "But there's no going back now." "What do you mean?" "As you, yourself, said you committed murder." "You'll never be able to get away from that." "You mean you won't let me." "That's right, Freddy." "Still, don't worry." "We never keep our people on for very long." "They grow out of their usefulness." "But we do need new contacts all the time and that's where you'll help us in future." "By introducing people." "You're so good at that." "So that you can blackmail them just as you blackmailed me?" "Oh, no." "Not blackmail, Freddy." "I like to think of myself as a sort of..." "Well, a go-between." "I've brought Mrs. Gale, sir." "Huh?" "Oh." "Oh, I'm sorry." "Who..." "Oh, who did you say?" "I'm afraid I was rather absorbed." "This is Mrs. Gale." "This is my husband." "How do you do?" "Oh, I'm delighted to meet you." "Oh, yes, of course." "We were warned about you." "Cliff." "Oh, that's all right, Mrs. Howard." "People always look upon us as snoopers." "We're used to it." "Oh, I didn't mean anything as brutal as that." "I'm afraid you'll find my people a bit cagey." "They rather resent Ministerial interference." "What they forget, of course, is that it's the Ministry that foots the bill for our research." "Only Cliff and I know just how much we owe to Whitehall." "We need you just as much." "You only need us for as long as we can produce what you want." "If we don't come up with new ideas, you'll forget about us soon enough." "Mrs. Gale, this is Jim Carey, my husband's chief assistant." " Jim." " How do you do?" "I do hope you won't be staying with us long, Mrs. Gale." "Oh?" "Your predecessor was here for nearly a month." "He practically drove us all mad with his questions." "I think a week should be long enough for me." "Good." "What was it you wanted to see me about, Jim?" "Oh, it's the number two circuit." "We've got the calculated voltage, but we still aren't getting the right reaction." "Oh, I see." "Well, we better set it up again." "Oh, I'm sorry." "Would you excuse us?" "Yes, of course." "Well, it looks as though I shall have to be the one to show you around." "Yes." "It does, doesn't it?" " (phone rings)" " Excuse me." "Ridlington's." "Good morning." "Yes, speaking." "Oh, it's you." "No, he's not." "But..." "Well, it's a bit difficult right now." "I see." "You're not alone?" "Well, I won't be a second." "I just wanted to ask you." "What about seeing you this evening?" "This evening?" "Yes." "I think I can manage that, if it's really important." "I love your business voice." "Yes, of course it's important." "It's always important." "My place, the usual time?" "Of course." "I'd be delighted." "Yes, certainly." "You know that I have precisely the same feelings in this matter." "Of course." "Goodbye." "Shall we go, Mrs. Gale?" "Yes." "Who were you speaking to?" " Marion." " Hmm." "You're seeing a lot of her these days, aren't you?" "Yes." "Thanks to your introduction." "Shouldn't you be at work?" "It's bad enough having one idle brother in the family." "No, I'm taking a morning off." "I don't feel so good." "I see." "What do you fancy for the 2:30?" "Oh, don't you ever think of anything but horses?" "I, uh, know it's none of my business, but where were you last night?" "As you say, it's none of your business." "All right." "You're sure you're feeling okay then?" "You look pretty groggy to me." "No." "It's all right." "It's just a night on the tiles." "Well, I hope she was worth it." "So do I." "Are you going out again tonight?" "Has that got anything to do with you?" "If you were in any sort of trouble, you would tell me, wouldn't you?" "Yes." "Yes, of course." "Beautiful." "Of course, it's not a wine I let anyone taste." "Mmm." "Very stimulating Chambertin." "Oh, we know the climate, the vineyards." "Ah, You must with the burgundy, huh." "Very important, the soil." "Oh, and the grape." "Pinot Noir?" "Of course." "(laughs)" "Uh, now, uh, try this." "What a charming atmosphere you have in this place." "Have you been here long?" "Uh, no." "No." "My partner and I bought the place a year ago." "All we changed was the name." "Everything else has been here more than a century." "(laughs)" "Oh, Sauterne." "I don't like Sauterne." "Mmm." "Pity." "And it's not Chateau d'Yquem." "Well, it's a very good one all the same." "Of course, if you don't like Sauterne..." "I think a fellow should have freedom of choice." "Maybe a Rayne Vigneau." "Oh, yeah." "Well, let me give you something else." "You, yourself, of course have been in the wine business for some time, huh?" "Oh, yes." "Indeed." "As a merchant and customer 20 years." "Mm-hmm." "Uh, so someone recommended us to you, Mr. Steed?" "Yes." "They gave me your card." "Oh, well, well." "Oh, well it shows we..." "We've pleased someone at any rate." "(laughs)" "Now, then." "Uh, tell me what you think of this." "Uh, can you remember the gentleman's name?" "Uh, let me see." "Um, oh, this is good." "Now, this is very good." "But you're cheating, giving me a hock after a sauterne." "Oh, well, of course they're all Rieslings now." "Too right." "They're all Rieslings." "You know, when the hauptstadt grape went out, my father took a solemn vow never to drink another hock." "He kept it, too." "A man of character, I see." " Uh-huh." "It killed him." " Oh." "Oh, it comes to me, the name of that fellow." "Marshall." "Marshall." "Marshall?" "No, I don't think I can recall the name." "He didn't have exact dealings with you, no." "But the word spread." "Ah, but our business depends upon that." "And your business is my pleasure." "Now, then." "Would you like to taste some more?" "I think not." "Enough is enough." "The taste buds will begin to rebel." "Yes." "Now, well, shall we go back to the shop?" "If there is an order form ready," "I'm in the mood to sign it." "After the temptation, the fall." "Oh, well, no time like the present." "(laughs)" "Mind the beads." "Now to the burdens of choice." "Oh." "Allow me, young fellow." "Oh, thank you." " There." " Thank you." "Now they're all mixed up." "They're all the same, aren't they?" "I think first of all we'll have half a dozen of that delicious Chambertin." "Oh, the '52?" "Oh, well." "What have we got in the way of a claret?" "Well, uh, Lafite Rothschild." "You can really do that?" "(laughs)" "Only a half a dozen bottles, I'm afraid." "Put me down." "That's not a wine." "It's an inspiration." "Oh, what's that peculiar bottle there?" " What?" " Just behind you." "Oh." "Oh, that one." "Uh, shaped like Napoleon?" "Well, it's what you'd expect." "A brandy, but with unwarranted insinuations about its age." "Uh, well, uh, do you want a cognac?" "I can let you have a good one." "Ah, my Waterloo." "Vichy water, too." "My Waterloo, Napoleon?" "Oh." "(laughs)" "No." "I think I'll defer it to later." "Oh, by the way could I have a wine list?" "Well, of course, sir." "Yes." "Thank you so much." "I've had a really marvelous, spiffing time." "Goodbye, then." "Oh, and the... the..." "The address?" "With wine like that, I'll be around to collect it in person." "Goodbye." "Goodbye." "Well, well." "Anything wrong, Freddy?" "No." "Uh, you were rather careless just now, weren't you?" "Yes, I know." "I'm sorry." "Um, yes." "Well, I mean the mailing list is private, you know?" "I said I'm sorry." "Yes." "Yes, but do be careful next time." "I want you to be careful." "Ah." "How'd the lecture go?" "Very well, thank you." "What did you find out at Ridlington's?" "Well, there's one thing I'm tolerably certain of." "Good, I was hoping we could have some certainty in this business." "The chief designer's wife has a lover." "Apart from that, I think everything's in apple pie order." "A lover can be good for business." "We need something." "I've been through everything that Marshall left." "Telephone numbers, addresses, shopkeepers." "Oh, don't mind if I do." "The only odd thing that happened is at this wine shop Waller  Paignton." "What was that?" "Waller made an awful lot of fuss about some envelopes that were lying about waiting to be addressed." "So I helped myself to one." "All it was was a wine list." "You know?" "Just like the common garden one." "Anyway, as far as I could see." "Yes, but how far can you see?" "Why not let the forensic people have a look at it?" "Tenuous." "One has to be pretty certain before one bothers those boys." "Oh, but you're willing." "True." "Well, I better be getting back." "I didn't sleep much last night." "Of course, that three-inch thick file." "Huh?" "Oh, yes." "I'll see you tomorrow." "Uh, good night." "Good night." " Good night." " Open sesame." "Thank you." "(music plays on radio)" "I can't stay much longer." "Cliff will be home at 10:00." "Have some more wine." "Mm, I adore this wine." "Why don't we get a barrel of it?" "I'll get Freddy to fix it." "I can drink it all night." "We'll have a chance to do that next week." "What do you mean?" "Well, they're having a wine tasting party at the shop." "We've been invited." "Would you like to come?" "I'd love to." "I can still just remember part of the last one." "Which part?" "When Freddy introduced us." "I must go." "Zip me up." "(chuckles)" "Let me go." "All right." "I'll see you Tuesday." "Wild horses couldn't keep me away." "I'll phone you." "Goodbye." "(music stops)" "(doorbell rings)" "Oh, good evening." "Are you Mr. Allen Paignton?" "Uh, well, yes." "What can I do for you?" "I wonder if I might talk to you for a moment?" "Well, come in, won't you, uh..." "Uh, Mrs. Wilson." "Thank you so much." "A very charming flat you have, Mr. Paignton." "What did you want to see me about, Mrs. Wilson?" "I'm afraid it's about your brother." "(grunts)" "I thought you were supposed to be going to bed early?" "Touché." "I can't see a thing." "Where's the torch?" "Here." "Did you find anything interesting?" "No." "What are we looking for, separately or jointly?" "I haven't the slightest idea." "Well, then we might as well case the joint, as they say." "Come and have a look, quick." "Do I understand you to mean that my brother has done something criminal?" "Well, yes." "I'm afraid so, Mr. Paignton." "And how do you know about it?" "At this moment I prefer to keep my source of information secret." "Then how can I be sure that what you're telling me is the truth?" "Because I'm sure that your brother would confess his crime if you were to confront him with your knowledge of it." "Yes, perhaps." "But I think he can probably handle his own affairs." "Personally, I wouldn't be too sure about that." "However, it wasn't only to talk about your brother that I came here tonight, Mr. Paignton." "And who else have you been collecting scandal about?" "You and Marion Howard." "I see." "And are you suggesting that we, too, have done something criminal?" "Not at all." "It's just that I thought Mr. Howard would be interested in your friendship." "Yes." "I'm sure he would." "Why don't you tell him?" "At the same time, would you like me to tell the police about your brother?" "Well, that rather depends on what he's supposed to have done, doesn't it?" "He's committed a murder, Mr. Paignton." "(laughs)" "And assuming it's true, what do you want?" "Money?" "I assure you, it is perfectly true." "No." "I don't want money." "I want you to make sure that Marion Howard cuts the alarm system at Ridlington's next Tuesday night." "(theme music)" "I told you." "I must know tonight." "Let me think about it tomorrow." "For heaven's sake, I know it's difficult to understand, but Freddy is in trouble and I have to help him." "At my expense?" "Well, do you want your husband to find out about us?" " No." " Do you?" "No, of course not." "If we go to the police, heaven alone knows what will happen to Freddy." "We string along with these people, what do we have to lose?" "Cliff's work is at stake." "Nonsense." "Look, I promise you it's nothing to do with Cliff's work." "Oh, I know it isn't easy, but we've got to think of ourselves." "Yes, I suppose you're right." "Then you'll do it?" "(shop bell jingles)" "Good morning, sir." "Good morning." "Mr. Waller not at home?" "No." "Not this morning, sir." "Can I help you?" "I'm his partner." "Oh, the fellow who dropped his envelopes, huh?" "You must be Mr. Steed." "Aha." "That's right." "You've come to pick up your order." "There you are, sir." "I've been looking forward to this." "Lafite Rothschild." "Is there anything else I can get you, sir?" "Yes." "I want to buy a present for a friend of mine." "I think, uh, a liqueur." "Some people have lamentably bizarre tastes, and actually prefer them to cognac." "Oh, perhaps a brandy reflavored." "Apricot, peach." "Well, if you're looking for something really unusual, sir, may I suggest a bottle of the Polish Plum?" "You could, but I think I'll take the apricot." "Very good, sir." "I consider your place something of a find, you know?" "Oh, thank you very much, sir." "I think you ought to have a copy of our wine list." "Well, as a matter of fact I have one." "Oh, we're bringing out a new list, sir." "Your bill." "Perhaps we could send the list to you?" "A new list?" "Yes, sir." "We're expecting a worthwhile consignment of Portuguese Verde and some other interesting items." "Really?" "I think that you'll find that exact." " Thank you." " Yes." "Perhaps you could send me one?" "Certainly." "Will you let me have your address?" "Aha..." "There we are." "Thank you." "I shouldn't like to miss something that I was entitled to, eh?" "Uh, good morning, young man." "Good morning, sir." "Oh, Mr. Steed?" "Terrible mistake." "Without me crate, huh?" "(laughs)" "(shop bell jingles)" "That I take it was Mr. Steed?" "Yes." "Odd, isn't it?" "Mr. Steed, who we've never seen before, finds time to visit us once a day?" "Well, I don't think that means very much." "He's probably keen on wine." "Yes." "And if keen, would have a wine merchant of his own." "Wouldn't he?" "Now this is the actual power unit of the tracking device, Mrs. Gale." "As you can see, this is now complete." "Of course, you wouldn't have much space in a submarine." "I suppose your main problem was trying to keep the unit compact enough?" "Um, quite right." "Water absorbs radio signals at 50 times the rate of air." "Most tracking devices until now have been severely limited in range." "Oh, thank you, George." "How secure is this place?" "Oh, secure enough, I think." "We have a fairly elaborate alarm system, the pattern of which can be changed at regular intervals." "The same time, all the papers are kept in two separate safes." "Does anybody else know of these precautions apart from yourself?" "Only my wife and Jim, Gale." "I see." "Yes." "The '57 should be ready in another six months, Freddy." "I thought you might add it to our new list." "Very well." "How much?" "Oh, 18 shillings." "I thought..." "I thought we might try half a dozen bottles at the party on Tuesday night." "Have you sent out all the invitations?" "Oh, yes." "Not so many this time." "Just a few of our more influential customers." "Have you invited your brother?" "Yes." "Is he bringing a guest?" "Of course." "(chuckles)" "Good." "Good." "Is there anybody else you want to invite?" "Well, I was thinking about Mr. Steed." "Uh, you got his address, didn't you?" "Yes." "Yes." "Well, he seems a gentleman of some means." "I think he might brighten up the proceedings a bit." "Steed:" "Hey." "Hey." "(knocking)" "By Jove." "You nearly got me that time." "You could have rung the bell." "I'm not gonna be on your telly screen again." "Not till you've got color." "Here's a present." "Oh!" "Oh." "What makes you think I have depraved tastes?" "I can't imagine, my dear." "I've got the lab report on the Waller  Paignton wine list." "Now they did the usual things and nothing showed up." "So they enlarged it." "And when they enlarged it, they found a full stop with all sorts of marks on it." "So they enlarged the full stop." "And what do you think was on it?" "The tiniest wine list in the world?" "Part of the plans of the breach mechanism of a new anti-tank gun." "Even NATO didn't know it was ready for testing." "But only part of the plan?" "Yes." "Intriguing isn't?" "I wonder if the other parts of the plan are in the ancient premises of Waller  Paignton?" "Oh, this is more interesting." "Maybe Waller  Paignton are only part of a series of reception centers." "I should think that's extremely likely what it is." "And then they each transmit." "They get one special piece to transmit of a secret." "Then they can't..." "So nobody can double cross anybody else?" "Exactly." "That would mean that it would have to be an immense organization." "Yes." "Well, it wouldn't surprise me." "Well, now I'll leave you with that little thought." "Where are you off to?" "I'm, uh, going to a wine tasting party." "Do you really think you have the palate?" "I thought you'd probably like an early night." "Yes." "Indeed, I would." "I hope you mean it this time, my dear." "Aren't you ready yet, Cliff?" "Hmm?" "What time is it?" "Well, it's half past 7:00." "You promised you wouldn't work late tonight." "Oh, yes." "I'm sorry." "Anyway, I thought you were going out." "I am." "Off you go, then." "I'll see you at home later." "Well, we've only got my car here." "It doesn't matter." "I'll catch the last bus." "Oh, Cliff, please don't work tonight." "You know how you need a good night's rest." "Please." "Come home now." "Look, I've got to get this done tonight." "Otherwise, Jim can't get started in the morning." "Well, will you promise not to be late?" " Promise." " Home by 10:00?" "By 10:00." "All right." "I'll be back by then." "I'll see you at home." "Enjoy yourself." "Thanks." "Well, my dear, Freddy and I hope to get to France before long." "It's very difficult, you know?" "Excuse me a moment." "Mr. Steed?" "How very good of you to come." "It's a pleasure." "I can never resist the opportunity of putting my palate to the test." "Oh, well, now." "I'll think you'll find this very much to your fancy." "Oh, this must be a busman's holiday to you, isn't it?" "Oh, I indulge, I indulge." "Now what have we got here?" "Nuits-Saint-Georges." "Oh, that's right." "Oh, uh, may I introduce you to Mrs. Howard?" "Mr. Steed." " How do you do?" " How do you do?" "And my partner's brother, Allen Paignton." " How do you do?" " Oh, excuse me." "I think Mr. Waller's cellar is absolutely unbeatable." "It's a most exquisite taste." "Oh, I'm afraid I don't taste it." "I just drink it." "Excuse us." "Very droll." "Very droll." "Now are you sure Cliff will leave by 10:00?" "He promised he would." "Then all right." "There's nothing to worry about." "Well, I wish you'd tell me what this is all about." "I told you." "You know as much as I do." "So you might as well try and relax and enjoy yourself." "Where's Freddy?" "I thought he was going to be here." "Yes." "I thought so, too." "I..." "I don't know where he's got to." "Lily, I want you to meet Mr. Steed." "Uh, Mrs. Wilson." " An honor, madam." " How do you do?" "And her daughter, Julia." "Help yourself to anything you fancy, Mr. Steed." "That's very generous of him." " Oh, no." " Oh, do." "Well, if you insist." "It's the most delicious burgundy." "Yes." "It's Pomerol." "Um, '52 I should say." "It is." "Do you know the mixture of this delightful company and, uh, and the wine is really going to my head." " Oh." " Oh, Mr. Steed." "Have you hurt yourself?" "I don't think so." "But I'll just have to reconnoiter." "Uh, there we go." "I need a refill, I'm afraid." "Oh, dear." "Of course, you do." "Oh, Mr. Steed." "I do apologize." "That's quite all right." "I just fell into one of your..." "Oh, I'm so sorry." "Sorry." "My fault." "The only trouble is we've wasted some very good wine." "Is that a dark room?" "A dark room in a dark basement?" "Oh, well, it's another of my little indulgences, Mr. Steed." "Very clever, isn't it?" "You see, Jack likes his hobby on the premises." "Yes." "Yes." "With a..." "With a model close to hand." "Standard rates, Mr. Steed." "(laughs)" "What the devil do you think you're doing here?" "Heh." "Mr. Howard." "You shouldn't have come back." "You're wasting your time." "The alarm's been fixed." "(alarm blares)" "Get out of my way." "Put that thing away." "I said, get out of my way." "(gunshot)" "(alarm continues)" "Thank you, Bruno." "Lily." "Oh, hello." "Have they all gone?" "Yeah." "Get lost." "Mr. Steed was the last to leave." "Oh, yes." "Now what do you think about him?" "Well..." "Do you think that he fell deliberately?" "I don't know." "It could have been an accident." "I don't think it was." "Well, unfortunately we can't be sure." "I think we ought to deal with Mr. Steed." "Bruno could handle him." "Shall I go and see?" "We'll wait a bit." "But I think it's important." "I said we'll wait." "Oh, very well." "After all, you're in charge." "Yes." "Now then, what have you got here?" "Well, it looks like the last part of the Fielding job." "Yes, it is." "I better deal with this at once." "Any news of Freddy?" "No, not yet." "He should be back by now." "Do you think something could have gone wrong?" "Oh, I don't think Mrs. Howard would be so silly as to double cross us." "I hope not, for her sake." "Well, we shall know soon enough." "Allen, you've got to tell me." "Did you know what was going to happen?" "Of course not." "It was an accident." "It was murder." "My husband's murder." "Well, all right." "And if you'd done the job properly, he mightn't have been killed." "Do you think I don't realize that?" "I'm sure you do." "The point is, what are you going to do about it?" "Do?" "Well, you could either get us all into trouble or keep quiet." "Just say nothing?" "But it was Cliff." "Marion, I swear I didn't know anything like this was going to happen." "But it has, and you've got to be sensible." "I don't know what to do." "I can't bear it." "I can't bear the thought of what I helped to do." "You've got to be sensible." "You've got to keep calm." "And I can't face this alone." "Darling, you don't have to." "This is all very irregular." "You're sure it's important?" "It's a matter of life and death." "Yes, so you keep saying." "I, uh..." "I suppose you know that Mr. Howard was shot here last night?" "I do." "It was very tragic, wasn't it?" "Yes." "Well, I better go and find Mrs. Howard for you." "Thank you." "Oh, Marion." "Uh, this is Mrs. Wilson." "She insists on speaking to you." "I'm afraid I don't know you." "I know you don't, Mrs. Howard, but I know you." "And my name is Wilson." "Mrs. Wilson." "I've come here to offer you the help of myself and my circle in your great distress." "I'm sorry." "I don't understand." "Oh, dear." "But what a pity." "Allen Paignton was so sure I could help you." "Well, perhaps since you've been so kind as to come and see me." "10 minutes." "Would that be enough?" "I can't spare any more." "Oh, more than enough, Mrs. Howard." "And I promise you won't regret it." "There's so much that my circle and I can do for you." "You achieved nothing." "There wasn't anything else I could do." " Howard was the key man." " I know that." "You panicked!" "You told me Marion Howard would have fixed the alarm." "Well..." "Well, she made a mess of it." "She didn't cut the internal alarm." "It went off." "I had to get away." "But you didn't have to kill him." "I had no choice." "I see." "Well, now you've made your quota of mistakes." "From now on, we're out of it." "A different branch of the organization will take over the work." "As for Marion Howard, she's completely unreliable." "And thanks to your stupidity, she'll have to be eliminated." " Eventually." " You can't..." "When that time comes, we may be able to use you again." "And my brother?" "I don't want him involved in all this." "(laughs) Oh, he's involved already." "I don't think he'll mind doing another little job for us." " What do you mean?" " Well, for a start, he'll have to destroy all traces of his affair with Marion Howard." "Love, of course, is a great principle." "A pure and very powerful principle." "You have found it so, Mrs. Howard?" "My husband and I were very close." "Oh, I'm sure you were." "And then there's the love which those who've passed on are so often unable to express toward those who are left behind." "And we, too, have difficulty in finding that love and giving it expression." "But your difficulty, of course, was of a different nature, wasn't it?" "Perhaps you'd better come to the point, Mrs. Wilson." "Very well, I will." "Mrs. Wilson:" "With you, it was a case of exploring new horizons." "And then you found love going out from you toward..." "Well, how shall I put it?" "A liaison dangereuse." "I'm sorry." "I have no idea what you're talking about." "Oh, please." "Let me try to explain." "You see, some of this world's veils have been lifted from our eyes." "There are things we know." "Our little circle meets tomorrow, and we shall try to contact your husband." "Oh, there's so much I'm sure he will be able to tell us about the manner of his passing." "You will join us, won't you, Mrs. Howard?" "I don't think spiritualism can be of any possible use to me." "You think us fakes?" "And yet we know so much about you." "So much more, Mrs. Howard, than I have as yet told you." "For that reason also you might like to consider the invitation seriously." "I can't help feeling you're threatening me." "Oh, Mrs. Howard." "No." "I wouldn't dream of such a thing." "It's just that if you were there, all those in the circle would be able to help you toward a new tranquility." "Don't you see?" "And then when we talk to your husband he'll be able to speak out of knowledge." "A full knowledge of all that happened." "All, Mrs. Howard." "And for your own happiness it would be so much better if he were to speak before friends." "Don't you agree?" "I must admit, you've made me rather curious." "Then you will come?" "Very well." "Oh, thank you." "Till tomorrow then." "I assure..." "I'll show you the way out, Mrs. Wilson." "Thank you, Mrs. Howard." "(ring ring)" "Hello?" "Oh, where are you?" "I'm still at Ridlington's." "Marion Howard has been talking to a Mrs. Wilson." "Oh, Mrs. Wilson?" "Oh, yes." "I met her at a wine tasting." "She said something about a séance." "You keep close to Mrs. Howard." "If they're still after the plans, which I'm sure they are, she's their only hope." "Where will you be?" "Partaking of a few wines with Mr. Frederick Paignton." "What, again?" "Oh, Mrs. Howard." "Did you want to see me, Mrs. Gale?" "No." "I was just making use of your office." "Shouldn't you be at home?" "You've had a terrible shock." "It was all my fault." "If only I'd realized." "If I'd made sure my husband left early last night, this would never have happened." "(doorknob rattling)" "Anybody home?" "Mrs. Wilson:" "There is one here with us much troubled." "As yet she's still tied to this earth, the flesh and the bondage of time." "She has come here to ask our help." "And on the other side, divided from us by that first and last illusion which is death, is a spirit still tied to her whom we shall help through the eternal chains of love." "He waits, I know, to be called into our circle." "Our sister comes to speak with us." "Shut out the tumult of time." "Shut out the motion of the stars." "Reach out." "Reach out and bend your will to hers." "Lend her power." "Reach out toward the stillness of eternity." "There's a man." "He's tall and thin, and he's smiling." "Yes, he's happy." "I hear a bell." "It's shrill and piercing." "It's a warning." "He's afraid." "(gasps)" "Come with me, please, Mrs. Howard." "But he will not tell me his name." "He says, "not yet"." "Oh, he's got a wound." "It's open." "He wishes to speak with someone here." "There's somebody here who wants to communicate with him, but he will not tell me his name." "Send me." "Unh!" "Yaah!" "What?" "Oh, Mrs. Howard." "How nice to see you again." "Why have I been brought here?" "Oh, didn't Mrs. Wilson tell you?" "She insinuated she knew certain details about my private life." "And so I do." "But what have you got to do with it?" "Why have I been dragged here?" "Well, you see, Mrs. Wilson and I are old friends." "We rather hoped, Mrs. Howard, that you might help us again." "Again?" "Yes." "And I'll hope that this time you'll make a better job of it." "Last time I understand the alarm wires were only partly cut." "That was very foolish of you." "It cost you the life of your dear husband." "Why was I ever such a fool?" "Oh, there, there, my dear." "You mustn't upset yourself." "After all, you've still got Allen." "Or rather, you will have if you do as we ask." "What do you want?" "Oh, it'll be a bagatelle." "We want you to go back to your office, and bring us accurate copies of your husband's work." "Okay." "That's it." "Let's call it a day." "Mr. Carey?" "Who the devil are you?" "My name is Steed." "John Steed." "How did you get in here?" "I'm a colleague of Mrs. Gale." "Oh, another Ministry spy." "I'll give you a more official title, if you want." "And if you're looking for Mrs. Gale, she's not here." "Actually, I'm looking for you." "Oh." "Well, you found me." "What do you want?" "I need your help." "Oh, not you as well." "Could you tell me, who was in the laboratory the night that Cliff Howard was killed?" "Oh, now, look." "I've been all through this with the police." "I know." "That's true, yes." "Oh, very well." "Most of the staff left at 5:00." "I think I was here for, oh, about another hour." "Cliff and Marion were still here when I left." "Now, is that enough for you?" "For a start." "Am I right in saying that only three people knew how the elaborate alarm system worked?" "Yes." "That's quite true." "So Cliff Howard wouldn't have cut the wires, and I believe that you didn't." "How very trusting of you, Mr. Steed." "Oh, it's quite all right." "Because the police report said that you were at a Young Socialist meeting in Saint Pancras town hall at the time." "Now that only leaves one person." "Marion?" "But that's absurd." "Is it?" "Now, listen, Mr. Carey." "For some time, an organization has been trying to steal or at least copy the plans of the tracking device." "Now, I think that Mrs. Howard is being blackmailed into helping them." "When the first one didn't work, they're coming back to her again." "Now do you see how much I need your help?" "Yes, of course." "But how could they be blackmailing her?" "Is it possible that, uh, she was unfaithful to her husband?" "Well, not to put too fine a point on it, did she have a lover?" "Well?" "Yes." "As a matter of fact, she did." "Who?" "A man called Allen Paignton." "Paignton?" "That's very interesting." "I think we better get him down here." "Come over here, Mr. Paignton." "This is Mr. Steed." "How do you do?" "We met with Mrs. Marion Howard at Waller's wine tasting function." "Yes, I remember." "Would you mind telling me what this is all about?" "It's about Mrs. Howard." "Now I may be wrong, but I think that she's being blackmailed by somebody." "That's absolutely ridiculous." "Paignton, I think perhaps we ought to tell you that we're aware of your relationship with Marion Howard." "This is very important." "If you know anything, you must tell us." "I'm sorry." "I can't." "Even if I wanted to, there are other people to think of." "Your brother, for instance?" "What about him?" "If you're trying to protect him," "I'm afraid it's too late." "He's dead." "We have crossed the abyss and nullified the decay of time." "We've given voice and love to the departed, and now there are none left who await our help." "So go in peace, my friends." "Very soon we shall all be summoned here again." "But in the meanwhile, go in peace." "(overlapping conversations)" "Oh, dear." "Oh, dear." "You silly fools." "Well, you did all right, Julia." "Only just." "I couldn't have kept it up much longer." "Why were you such a time?" "Something go wrong?" "Well, not really wrong." "Marion Howard proved even more tiresome than we'd expected." "That's all." "She agreed?" "Well, naturally." "Ah, we might as well call it a day." "You can go and tell Bruno that he can lock..." "Where is he?" "I thought he went out with you." "No, he didn't." "Now that's strange." "I think Mr. Waller better be told about this at once." "Allen?" "What are you doing here?" "I was waiting for you." "I just came in to see..." "I know why you came, Marion." "They persuaded you to get your husband's plans from the safe, didn't they?" "I don't know what you're talking about." "How did they threaten you this time?" "Listen to me, Marion." "You must tell me." "They've killed Freddy." "They're not gonna stop there." "Was it just Mrs. Wilson or was there somebody else?" "It was Mrs. Wilson and Waller." "They persuaded me to go to a séance, and then they took me next door to Waller's wine shop." "I think it's their headquarters." "Allen?" "Where's he going?" "To the wine shop, I think." "Wait for me." "Well, Marion, I think perhaps I better lock up those plans again." "I'm sorry, Jim." "It seems our man from the Ministry has his uses, after all." "(sobs)" "I wouldn't, Mr. Steed." "Mummy wouldn't like it." "This way, please." "That's very kind of you, my dear." "Saves me the trouble of breaking in." "Well, the whole place seems to be deserted." "I wonder where they all are, huh?" "Not far away." "Good!" "In that case, perhaps you'd call them for me?" "Go on." "Mr. Waller?" "Yes?" "Could you come down here a minute?" "Someone wants to see you." "Well, it's very awkward you know." "I've gotta do the accounts." "I've gotta get it all tied up by tonight." "Well, my dear." "Who is it?" "What the devil are you doing here?" "I came for the last of the wine." "Oh, very funny." "Join him." "You stupid little fool." "Now, where's mummy?" "Get out." "Aah!" "Mind the burgundy, Mr. Waller." "It's a bad year, Mr. Steed." "(shop bell jingles)" "Bruno!" "Aah!" "Now all we need is mummy." "Ah, the whole family." ""I have arrived safely." "Stop." ""Pacific terrific." "Stop." ""No shortage water for testing." "Stop." ""Carey." That's good." "Oh, it's a pity that Waller's wine was confiscated." "Well, uh, not quite all of it." "Ah, cheers." "Rather good." "Rhone." "Chateau Grillet '53?" "Discreet, yet richly bodied." "It's a combination of delicacy and power." "Perhaps a little young." "But of noble lineage." "No visible sparkle." "Subtle strength." "(theme music)"