The Avengers (1961–1969): Season 7, Episode 20 - Wish You Were Here - full transcript

I can't stand it any longer
Charles, I can't stand it...

Brevitt! Pull yourself
together man.

I can't help it!

Being cooped up like this.

I've got to make a break.

Look, Charles,

if you could cause a diversion,

draw the guards away...
perhaps I could rush the door...

It wouldn't work. They'd
have you back within minutes.

it's a chance I've got to take.

Brevitt...



I want to get away from
here as much as you

but it will take planning.

We've got to wait
for the right moment...

I can't! I can't stay
another minute here.

Excuse me, gentlemen

may I recommend the
salmon souffle for dinner

followed perhaps
by the pheasants?

- Mr. Merrydale?
- We'll order later, thank you.

Oh. Mr. Brevitt, is
something wrong sir?

I'm leaving. You understand?

I'm leaving now.

Why certainly sir, your
cases are already waiting.

Oh, Mr. Brevitt?

- Yes?
- Your key sir.



Oh yes... yes of course.

Aaaah.

Oh my dear Mr. Brevitt
I have told them

before about
polishing that top step.

This is the place.

Is it going to take long?

I should be at
Mother's an hour ago.

It's almost one o'clock and
Kendrick goes to lunch at one o'clock.

Well give it to me again.

I got a call from Maples.

Who's he?

Mr. Maples. He's uncle
Charles' Chief Clerk.

Mmmm a mysterious call?

Yes he said it was
a very urgent matter,

but that we should make sure we
didn't come until Kendrick went to lunch.

Who's Kendrick?

The company Secretary.

Look, there he is now.

Shall we go and see
what Maples has to say?

Hmmm.

Ah, Miss Tara, thank
goodness you're here.

Now Maples, what's the trouble?

It's a... it's Mr. Merrydale, your...
your... your uncle Miss Tara.

Your uncle Charles Miss...
he... he... .... he's missing.

At least he's not missing.

I know where he is
but I can't get in touch.

Oh dear me I am so confused.

Shall we start at the beginning?

Yes. Yes of course.

Err... your uncle
took a holiday...

What another one? He
just took one a month ago.

And he's still taking it.

That's it Miss, he
hasn't been back since.

Ooooh!

I've tried to call him
at the hotel, but he...

he's always too busy.

I... I can't get hold of him.

And meanwhile there are so
many changes taking place here.

- Changes?
- In the Company Miss.

Nearly all the old staff
have been replaced

and Mr. Kendrick...
he... he's taking over.

I hope I did right in
calling you Miss Tara.

I am so disturbed.

Now listen Maples, uncle
Charles went away a month ago

and you haven't
heard from him since.

Of course we've heard.

I forgot my wallet.

Now Mr. Maples what's all this nonsense
about not having heard from Mr. Merrydale.

As a matter of fact I had a
postcard from him only this morning.

"Having a wonderful time... place is
absolutely captivating... wish you were here".

And I spoke to
him only an hour or so ago.

He's in perfect health
and very high spirits.

You spoke to him. That's
impossible Mr. Maples...

Well naturally your uncle
doesn't keep in close

communication with a
minor member of the firm.

So you see Miss King,
nothing to worry about.

Well I'm very sorry to have
incomodated you Gentlemen.

Goodbye Maples.

Goodbye Miss King.

Maples, I want to
see you in my office.

It's just not like him.

Now look, he's having
an extended holiday...

He's booked in at this...
whatever the name of the place is...

The Elizabethan Hotel.

That's right, and
decided to have a long rest.

You really are
worried, aren't you?

Steed... listen... I'm not doing
anything specific at the moment...

and you'll be tied up with Mother
for a while, so d'you think I could...

Why not?

You deserve a holiday.

- Thank you.
- I'll explain it all to Mother.

I just want to make sure
uncle Charles really is all right.

Good afternoon Madam.

Good afternoon. I'd like a room
for the weekend. A single room.

A single? Certainly Madam.

And could you tell me where
I could find Mr. Merrydale?

- Mr. Charles Merrydale?
- Yes, he's my uncle.

I think you'll find him in the...

Oh... he's over there.

- Miss... a...
- Miss King. Thank you.

Err... large scotch
and soda please.

And a very dry sherry.

Hello uncle.

Tara, my dear, what
a wonderful surprise.

Oh... Mellor would you bring
the drinks to the table, please.

What on earth are you
doing in this part of the world?

And what stupid idiotic
impulse brought you here?

Well, you could have
knocked me down with

a feather. What a
marvelous surprise.

Really.

This has really put the
cat among the pigeons.

Uncle, what are
you talking about?

Careful.

Careful! Uncle now real...

Drinks sir.

Oh you'll have a marvelous
time, I personally guarantee it.

Thank you Mellor thank you.

What is wrong?

I'm being held prisoner.

Well, let's go
out on the terrace

and have a breath
of fresh air, eh?

Come along dear, come along.

You... a... you do feel
all right don't you uncle?

Of course I'm all right.

But that won't last long if either
of us starts causing any trouble.

But it seems so ridiculous

this place being a prison.

That's exactly what it is.

Why d'you think I've been
stuck here for a whole month?

Well that's what I
came to find out, isn't it?

And now you'll be
stuck here for ever,

or until they decide
that you can leave.

Who?

Everyone... anyone.

I'm not sure.

Look at all those
people out there.

Now they can come and
go whenever they feel.

D'you think I haven't tried?

Only a few days
ago Brevitt tried.

Who is Brevitt?

The chap over there
with the crutches.

He's a prisoner too.

He cracked poor chap
and made a break for it.

But he's leaving uncle.

The fool...

You see... accidents.

All the time, accidents.

It's a coincidence.
It has to be.

You'll learn.

Now uncle, I'll tell you what we're
going to do... we're going to go out

and get in my car and drive off

without any interference
from anyone...

We'd be cut down
before we got thee yards.

And I've no intention of becoming
a stretcher case before dinner.

I see there's only one
way to convince you.

Tara! Please!

Would you care
for another drink sir?

Yes Miss King.

I'm afraid I won't
be staying after all.

Oh, what a pity

perhaps another season.

Perhaps.

Yes Miss King?

There seems to be
something wrong with my car.

Oh dear, what a nuisance

I'll have the service
people out right away.

I'm in a bit of a
hurry... actually.

D'you think you
could call a taxi?

With pleasure.

We are a little out of the way

here but there is
a taxi in the village.

It appears to be out...
I am terribly sorry.

Is there a bus stop around here?

Yes... but it's about half a
mile beyond the main gate.

I'll walk.

But Miss King, what
about your luggage?

I'll send for it.

Tara... I tell you it's no good.

Don't be silly.

Give up now before they
start getting really tough.

Aaahhhh....

Miss King!

I'd no idea it was raining.

It isn't. The window cleaner.

But this is terrible. I shall
reprimand him most strongly.

If I could just have a
towel... I'll be on my way.

Oh dear... no I couldn't
possibly allow that...

a guest leaving our
hotel in such a state...

and out responsibility
too... I couldn't possible...

Err... Miss Craven...

kindly take Miss King to her room...

one o' seven., will you,
and see to things for her.

I am most terribly sorry but
accidents will happen you know.

Yes.

Hello Merrydale.

Oh Maxwell.

Feel like a rubber of
bridge after dinner?

Sure we could raise a four.

Err... no thank you,
not tonight... excuse me.

Pity.

Oh, mm, Maxwell

you've been here as long
as I have, haven't you?

Like the place.

But... a...

you could leave
if you wanted to?

Of course. Come on old boy

you're not on about that ' being
held prisoner' again are you?

So it's just a selected
few then... mmm?

Phew!

Come in!

Now will you believe me?

Car wouldn't start.
No taxi available.

And what about that
window cleaner, eh?

What about him?

A clumsy mistake.

Now where are my
suitcases? I want to change.

Well I don't see them around.

Nor will I see them around.

You see if I'm right.

Yes?

Yes.

My suitcases have been taken
away in my car.

Thank you.

Now it is a perfectly
reasonable mistake.

And as soon as my
suit arrives, I'm leaving.

I just hope you weren't
too found of that suit.

What d'you mean?

Miss King!

Sorry to keep you waiting.

That's all right.
Thank you very much.

See uncle, I told you so.

Now you're a prisoner.

Just like me and Brevitt.

All right, where's Brevitt?

Eh?

Well I'm not completely
going along with all this

but if Brevitt will confirm
what you've said...

what room's he in?

One o' nine. But be careful.

And put some clothes on.

Oh!

It is vital to the security
of the entire operation

that we discover the identity
of the agent responsible...

Now all the evidence
is in this room.

All the operatives
involved are represented.

It shouldn't be
beyond our ingenuity

to uncover this viper
that we have nursed

at our collective bosom.

This viper seems to
be particularly elusive...

we're no further
on than we started...

eighteen hours ago.

Eighteen hours! Eighteen
days! Eighteen years!

I'll not be thwarted in
my quest to unmask him.

Well let's start at the
beginning again, shall we?

The beginning?

Polanski pretended that
he was working for Faber

whereas actually he
was working for Litoff.

Now Smithson, who didn't know
that Burton was a double agent

acting for Zarnoff
under the name of Wyler,

thought that Caldicott
had killed MacKay,

because Tyrell

couldn't prove that
she was with Faulkner.

Now is that clear so far?

Yes, assuming that Klinger was telling
the truth about Goodman and Baker.

Or that Humphries didn't know
that Carson was with Nordhoff.

Alternatively, Fryer could have
suspected Yates and Kondos...

when Sumrie failed to recognize
Berman at the meeting with Gaunt...

which means that Cellini
was actually Haupmann.

No Mother, it isn't
as simple as that.

We must get Tara in on this.
She has a good analytical mind.

Oh, didn't tell you, she's
taking a short holiday.

What?!!

Family matters. Err... I
said you'd understand.

What? Hold on.

Understand. Well of
course I don't understand.

Remind me to dictate
a severe reprimand.

Mother here, now
what do you want?

Yes.

Yes... yes, all right. Goodbye.

For you... hit and run case...

that's the place, you'd
better get over there quickly.

He doesn't seem
to have much time.

I say, I'm most
frightfully sorry Uncle.

I'm not your Uncle,
I'm your Mother.

At least you call me
Mother during office hours.

Oh stop it Basil, do go away.

It's hopeless having a member
of the family in the business.

Well I'd better get started.

Well get back as quickly as
possible. I want this case solved.

I won't be long.

I imagine you'll
still be... a...

weighing it up.

Yours! I think.

Mr. Maple.

Mr. Brevitt.

Mr. Brevitt.

Mr. Brevitt.

- Oh uncle...
- What's wrong?

You were right... it's Brevitt,
he's dead in his room.

- Are you sure?
- Of course I'm sure.

Poor old Brevitt.

But at least it means we
have some evidence at last.

- Help convince the other guests.
- Exactly.

After all... they're not
all being help prisoner.

I've already tried to tell
them what's going on

there, but they
just laughed at me.

Well they won't laugh now.

Not when they see Brevitt.

Of course... mm... we could
make a public announcement.

Uhmmmm.

Then we don't know
who's on who's side.

Yes.

What we need to find

is someone who we
can trust, absolutely.

Maxwell. Get him on our side.

Mr. Maxwell.

Now he could get out of here

and go and tell the authorities.

Right!

Oh!

Maxwell old chap...

Ah! Merrydale.

My niece... Tara King.

Ah... how do you do?

- Hello.
- Got something top show you?

Something upstairs.

- One o'nine.
- Mr Brevitt's...

- Poor Mr. Brevitt.
- Oh poor Mr. Brevitt.

Not at all well.

He's not at all well.

Oh... I say...

- It's preposterous.
- Well it's true.

Brevitt murdered.

Murdered!

See for yourself.

If this doesn't convince
you... nothing will.

What on earth is going on there?

That's what I'd like to know.

Mr. Merrydale.
Mr. Maxwell. Miss King.

I trust there is some
reasonable explanation for this...

this melee!?

Broke into my room.

Your room!?

Sneaked up on me.

We were looking for Mr. Brevitt.

This is his room.

And he was here...

just a few minutes ago... he was...

He checked out.

Mr. Brevitt left the
hotel a few minutes ago.

He thought he'd
stayed long enough.

I see now Mr. Vickers, it was
clearly a little misunderstanding.

They thought Mr. Brevitt was here...

you thought they were intruders.

No hard feelings I hope.

Not at all.

- But what about...
- Nice of you to take it in this way sir.

We won't intrude any longer.

Please accept our apologies.

I hope it won't necessary
to disturb you again sir.

Why didn't we stay
and see it through?

I assure you it
wouldn't do any good.

Uncle the point is...

You must concede to
my superior intelligence.

After all I have been a
prisoner longer than you.

Oh, look old boy,

don't start all that again.

But it's true... there was
a body there... I saw it!

You really must take this
more seriously Mr. Maxwell.

Right ho! What's next?

Well.

One of us has to
get away from here.

Think we can trust Maxwell?

Only one in this
place I do trust.

Think he'll get away?

I hope so...

the thing is...

Yes?

Now he's involved with us...

in Brevitt's room.

Might be under
suspicion you mean?

Might be.

When I think of me
here, while that scoundrel

Kendrick is running
my business...

mine...

Oh.... Oh.... Oh....

Mr. Maxwell what
happened to you?

Top step highly polished? Eh?

No, somebody left
out a roller skate.

Oh! To say nothing of the fact
that my car has been stolen.

Now you are in the
same boat. A prisoner!

One of us still has to get away.

How about the basement?

Good idea.

Did you check on
the transport, Charles?

A hundred and ten.

Milk truck in the morning.

Laundry pick up every
night at nine o'clock.

Bad luck.

Laundry sounds promising. There's
a chute right down to the basement.

From every floor.

Good shot.

Superb.

Which chute?

Ground floor. Short
drop to the basement.

- Oh!
- Hard luck.

I'll get into the laundry basket
and into the van as soon as I can.

Would you care for
some refreshment?

No thank you Mellor.

Reagan. MacKenna.

O'Driscoll. O'Toole.

And MacGee.

Sounds like MacNamara's band.

Hello...

yes...

I see...

well good night.

What was that?

They say that Tara has
gone out and given a

message to the
exchange not to disturb her.

Sounds fairly reasonable.

So did the other four reasons.

Four?

The first time I
rang she was riding.

Second time... playing tennis.

The third time she
was on a picnic,

and the fourth time she
was swimming in the pool.

Active girl, no wonder
she's gone to bed.

Mmm.

She's staying at
the Elizabethan.

So you said.

The Elizabethan has
no swimming pool.

A beach but no pool.

- Funny.
- Silly.

- Stupid.
- Oh.

Crass.

Her uncle isn't back
from holiday yet.

The hit and run case
was a Mr. Maple.

Mr. Maple is her
uncle's chief clerk.

Would you like me to send
someone down to check on her?

I's feel happier. Can
you spare anyone?

Phillipson gets back from
Shanghai tomorrow night, but I...

Basil.

It's a simple case.

A man with the mentality of a
child of seven could handle it.

On that basis, Basil qualifies.

Basil. Dear boy.

Yes uncle... err...
I mean Mother.

You've meet Tara
King, haven't you?

Oh yes, jolly girl.

She... a... graduated the day I
started my probationary Agent's course.

Awfully decent sort.

Get down to the Elizabethan Hotel
and have a discreet word with her.

See if she's all right.

What, go on a mission?

Oh gosh yes, I'd
like that. Jolly good.

You'd better go home now and
get an early start in the morning.

Yes, yes yes of course.

Right away. Ah...
thanks very much...

cheerio ho then.

Oh Basil.

Subtlety.

Discretion.

Well, if she is in trouble

she'll be grateful.

And if she isn't...
she'll never forgive us.

Just give me a couple
of minutes to check up.

Right.

Take your coffee and
brandy in the lounge sir?

Err... no thank you Mellor.

Right... off you go. I'll stop
anyone coming through here.

Here it is. The van should
arrive in five minutes.

Right.

- Take care.
- Good luck.

Bye bye.

Oooh! Uncle Charles!

What are you doing here?

You should have escaped.

What, and leave you injured?

The doctor said you
should have complete rest.

Nonsense!

What the devil happened anyway?

Don't you know?

Well the last thing
I remember... ooh...

Someone chopped
me down from behind...

Then tipped down a chute.

You shouldn't have stayed Tara.

More important
for you to get away.

Tell me...

where was Maxwell when
all this was happening?

He helped me carry
you back to the room.

He swears no one saw us.

They'll watch us every
second from this on.

We'll never get away now.

As a damsel in distress

I have a feeling that a Knight in
shining armour on his trusty Steed

will come and rescue
us any moment.

Jolly nice day.

Looks like quite a
decent sort of place too.

Will you be staying long sir?

Oh I don't know, a
couple of days perhaps.

I say, careful with those.

Hello!

Well I always like
to be prepared.

You never know what
the weather's going to do.

Any mountains near here?

Not one sir.

Pity.

Well you never know...

it's been awfully chilly.

Will that be all... sir?

Err... just the parachute.

That's in the back.

Parachute.

Err... Crighton-Latimer,
I telephoned earlier.

Ah yes. Room one-oh-five.

Your key sir.

Err...

How is he?

Much better thank you.

Nasty business.

Keep your head down.

Right well done chaps.

And the parachute... good!

Splendid day.

Mmm. I think you dropped this.

Oh thank you.

Well perhaps I'd better
introduce myself...

mmm... Basil Crighton-Latimer.

Won't you sit down.

Thank you.

Laugh.

- I beg your pardon?
- Laugh.

Very funny.

Very droll.

I'm awfully sorry Miss King,
but I don't think I've got the joke.

Keep talking.

Oh what a good story...
what a good story.

Well as a matter of
fact I know another one.

It concerns this farmer's daughter
and this travelling sales chappie...

I think we've convinced them.

Well it appears this chappie's
car ran out of petrol and a...

Basil, I think we've
convinced them.

Convinced who about what?

Them. That we don't
know each other.

Oh that's important.

Terribly. Did Steed send you?

Yes.

Oh, I'm so glad you're here.

But I wish you hadn't come.

I wonder if you could
possibly say that again.

What I mean is, if only you hadn't
come through the front door.

If you could have sneaked
in the back way or something.

I'm beginning to see why
Mr. Steed was worried about you.

Was he really?

Really. Uncle, I
mean Mother, too.

How lovely.

Yes, as a matter of fact
Mr. Steed was really rather cross

he thought you should have
telephoned him to say you'd arrived safely.

Well I did, but they blocked it.

They?

Or they go through the motions
but the line's always busy.

Oh I see.

Yes.

To tell you the
truth... I don't.

Don't you understand
Basil, I'm trapped.

Trapped?

I'm being held prisoner
here, they won't let me go.

Well, it's not a
bad sort of prison.

Better than Dartmoor, what?

Ha! Ha! Ha!

Are we going somewhere?

Err... let me show you the
grounds... Mr. Crighton-Latimer.

Oh, I'd love to...

simply love to.

You don't believe a word
I've said, Basil. Do you Basil?

Well look Miss King... I mean,
it's jolly difficult to swallow.

I mean here you are wandering
around as free as a bird...

from what I've seen, I can't very well go
back and tell Mr. Steed you're a prisoner.

I can see I'm going to have to
convince you the hard way. Come along.

Why didn't you tell me
Mr. Crighton-Latimer?

Why didn't you said you'd
come to visit my uncle Charles?

That ought to be good
for four flat tyres and a few

minor catastrophes. Why
don't you try and leave now...

Now look, is this some
kind of joke. I think...

No, no, it's all right, why
don't you try and go... go on.

- Well what's to stop me?
- You'll find out.

Go on, do try, I dare you to.

All right, I jolly well will.

I'm... I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I
shall have to cancel my room.

You'll have to put all
the gear back in the car.

Oh dear, what a pity

and you came so well equipped I really
thought you were going to enjoy your stay.

- Perhaps some other time?
- Yes, perhaps.

No... a... urgent messages?

Nothing to delay me then.

Cheer ho.

Oh my dear Mr. Crighton-Latimer,
what can I say.

Well, at least we did some good.

We convinced Basil.

I was decorated...
with a vengeance.

The question is, what
are we going to now?

Well, I've thinking about
that, and I've decided.

I'm jolly well going to escape.

You have a plan?

Indeed... I have.

Miss Craven!!

I must say I feel
a bit ostentatious...

tails in the middle of the day.

It was either that or a maid's uniform.

Oh.

Eliminate Charles
Merrydale altogether?

That's what I'm asking.

And I'm willing to pay
well for the service.

It's not the service we offer.

You know our terms Kendrick,
lure somebody here for a holiday

and we'll keep him here as
long as you like... but murder?...

We killed Brevitt.

- It was an extreme case.
- So is this.

I can take over
Merrydale's business.

Take it over... lock,
stock and barrel.

And I don't want him to return.

He won't scape from
here. You have my word.

I want more than that. I
want to be absolutely certain.

You realise this is a
complete change of policy.

Yes.

It'll cost a lot of money.

I know.

No problem.

All right.

Red alert... it's
Crighton-Latimer.

Excuse me, could
you please help?

Well I'm awfully sorry
actually... I'm in rather a hurry.

Oh but I've caught
my foot in a trap.

What a lovely day.

Merrydale! Ha! Ha!

How nice to see you
up and about again.

You look a great deal better.

It won't be long now
Maxwell... soon be away.

You're not planning
another escape?

Don't have to. Basil got away.

I may have misjudged that boy.

Basil... just upped and
away. Fooled them all.

Basil? You don't mean that...

a... eccentric young fellow
in the rather beautiful clothes.

That's him.

I must say he didn't look too
bright but he's proved himself.

Oh! Ooh!

Oh dear.

Oh!

Ooh!

Basil.

What's happened?

I'm not actually certain.

There was this girl

and then something hit me.

According to this hotel
chappie who found me

a tree fell on me.

Well that's as good
an excuse as any.

I say Miss King, I do
apologise for doubting you.

- That's all right Basil.
- It's just that...

well it's not like a prison,
I mean there are no...

no locked doors, iron
bars, warders, anything.

That's right.

I never really thought
about it that way.

I beg your pardon?

I mean real prisons
are locked up.

letting us run about loose
maybe their one fatal error.

I'm afraid I don't
quite understand.

Well neither do I, really.

But I have a friend
who always says

"when the enemy
thinks you're beaten,

that's the time to attack"

Attack!

That's it... the
reverse. Come on.

Where we are going?

To the front
line... the kitchen.

Right, you sign this and
that takes care of Merrydale.

I'm amending the contract.

That King girl, I didn't
expect her to snoop so hard.

She's dangerous.

We only agreed
to kill Merrydale.

I'll amend the price.

Kill her as well as the old man
and there'll be no loopholes.

Very well.

This calls for a small
celebration, eh Vickers?

Basil, uncle, come in.

Oh, do you want to
be in on this as well?

If there's any chance of a fight,
I wouldn't miss it for the world.

All right. Basil, would
you look after Monsieur.

and gentlemen would you
help me barricade the door.

I still don't get your
intentions. Tara my dear.

Well really uncle,whoever
heard of an hotel

without... water...

or mmm...

Food.

Right.

It'll soon be dinner time.

They must be all
sleeping in the kitchen.

Gentlemen, please!

I wonder if it's dark yet.

Shall we test their night sight.

They've thrown the main switch.

Candles, get candles and lamps.

Mr. Maxwell, would
you serve the wine?

Uncle, the crown roast.

Artichokes, Mr. Maxwell?

Rather.

Come on. Come on.

It's no good... it's too solid.

Keep trying... we
must get in there.

Mr. Parker... the
guests... they're all leaving.

Take over Vickers.

Come on... harder!

Madam... I... I do assure you...

Ladies and gentlemen, please...

Please... just give me
one moment to explain.

Gentlemen...

success!

It's ruined. An empty
hotel... what good is it now?

Stop panicking.

Your whole operation
depends upon normality.

discretely hold a man prisoner here amongst
a crowd of genuine bone-fide guests.

That was your story Parker,
that's what I was buying. Normality.

Well does all this look
normal? Well does it?

Well you're not running
out now... not now!

What does she
hope to achieve, she's

more a prisoner now
than she ever was.

I don't know... we'll
have to wait for her next...

Why are they
flashing the lights?

That's Morse code.

S.O.S. she's signalling.

Err... would you take over
for me for a moment, uncle?

Pleasure.

The hotel's such a long way from the road,
do you really think anyone will see us?

Oh this is purely a
diversionary measure.

Diversionary?

Mmmm. Well what would you
do right now if you were them?

Get those lights out.

Turn out all the
lights. Come on.

Come on you two, move.

I think the coast
is clear temporarily.

Thank you.

Mmm. I must say Miss King, I think
you're doing an absolutely splendid job.

Thank you.

I'm afraid the odds
are still against us.

At least we know
who the ods are.

Mmm.

Everyone who's
still left in the hotel.

With the exception of us.

Correction.

Maxwell.

But you are on our side.

Sorry old chap.

Been working under
cover so to speak.

Now get away from there.

Can't have you
upsetting my organisation.

Yours?

Yes. I am, what you would call
in criminal parlance, The Boss!

I devised the
whole idea, you see.

Now, if you don't mind I'll....

What a pity. Seemed
such a nice chap.

The key to the hotel safe.

And he's the boss.

We take the money.

And they think it's the boss.

And that lot won't run
off without being paid.

Right. So as long
as we have this...

They're our prisoners.

Basil.

Not a single light showing.

We've done it then.

Right, the next thing
is Miss King and Co.

Smoke them out?

Possibly... I...

Maxwell!

Tara!

Too much polish?

Oh no... just enough.

Maxwell!

That's Steed's car.

Welcome to the
Elizabethan Hotel.

Ah, thank you.

Do you by any
chance have a room for

a weary but
successful viper hunter?

Oh one moment sir.

Ah... yes.

Splendid.

I hope you enjoy your stay here.

It's really... a...
very relaxing place.

Thank you. I'm sure I will.

D'you know, your holiday seems
to have done you a power of good.

Oh Steed I did miss you
and I'm dying to get back.

Really. To come
back to all those spies

and thieves... and master minds.

No.

I want to come back
to a long, long rest.

- Steed.
- Sssshhhh.

Keep your voice down.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

You didn't forget
our picnic, did you?

Oh, no no.

Well let's go.

We have to postpone it.

Why?

Because I can't
leave the apartment.

You're being held here?

Yes.

A prisoner?

Virtually.

Someone...

What d'you want me to do?

Come back later.

What and leave
you... leave you alone?

I think... I think
I can handle it.

That's not good enough.
I'm getting you out of here.

D'you think that you
could hold the fort alone?

Well if I had to, yes.

Splendid.

I'll go off to the pub
and leave you with it.

With what?

The neighbours baby.

Lively little lad.
I'll see you later.