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Thank you.

Quite a sight, isn't it?

It reminds me of the poet's line, I must go down to the sea again, to the lonely

sea in the sky.

I don't think he was talking about shrimp trawlers.

Maybe not.

You ever fish for lobster?

We lay out a few putts when the shrimp aren't running.

Good morning, Jim. In the past year, two high -ranking Western diplomats based

in London, men entrusted with many of their country's secrets, have committed

suicide. And yet another, an American, has been committed to an asylum for the

insane. There seems to be only one thing the diplomats had in common. They were

all regular guests of this man, Lord Holman, third baron of Saffron Copden, a

wealthy member of the British House of Lords.

and, we believe, a traitor to his country.

We suspect that Holman involves his guests in some sort of disreputable

activity, then uses this to blackmail them into selling state secrets.

Your mission, Jim, should you decide to accept it, is to establish whether

Holman is guilty and to ensure he pays for his crimes.

As always, should you or any member of the I .M. Force be caught or killed, the

Secretary will disavow any knowledge of your actions.

This disc will self -destruct in five seconds.

Good luck, Jim.

Pass your hand over that.

Like this?

Holman's estate, Cobden Manor.

Well, I finally get my chance for a weekend with aristocracy.

And I'm a gypsy?

The bodies of three young women have been recovered from a lake about a mile

from Holman's estate.

Each girl was killed by a knife thrust to the chest.

One of the girls was an American, a tourist.

You think there's a connection with Lord Holman?

Well, Comden Manor was built on land where the ancient druids held their

festival of the summer solstice and offered their sacrifices.

The solstice is next week, right?

Yes. We're going to get there four days earlier, and that'll be part of our

cover.

Druid megaliths can still be found on the manor grounds.

But the druids haven't been in Britain for centuries.

Well, the druids might be long gone.

But every year, cultists, spiritualists, hippies gather at Comden Manor to

celebrate the occasion.

Lord Holman refuses to break that tradition.

And there will be some other guests at the manor as well.

Holman has invited some of his peers, ostensibly to watch the festivities such

as they are.

We think he has more devious plans.

And so have I.

His trauma was undoubtedly induced by his feelings of guilt over his treason.

I doubt if anything you do will get through to him, but I have been

to let you try.

Call me if you need me.

Right now, he's the only hope we've got.

We have to know what happened to him.

The hypnogenic injection's taking effect.

Every mental or emotional state creates its own energy.

which sets up impulses in the central nervous system.

We're trying to translate those impulses into computer commands, the way the

cerebellum does.

Record the electro -telepathic emanations.

The equipment we're using is in the developmental stages.

Of course, I'm describing all this in pretty basic terms.

The computer is programmed with all the available data we have on Russell,

Holman, Cobden Manor.

Mr.

Russell, try to overcome your fear.

You're very much afraid.

Think about what frightens you.

Think of the manor.

Cobden Manor.

Think of Lord Holman.

Mr.

Russell.

Cobden Manor.

What happened there?

Think about Lord Holman.

Grant. What is it?

Three girls killed with single knife thrusts.

Those images.

Goat head mask?

The girl on the altar?

Human sacrifice.

He's been involved in satanic rites.

Jim will be wearing these shoes.

The metal plates emit a fair amount of heat.

So the inner soles are made out of asbestos.

Twist the plate, it'll emit a gas.

Now, anyone who inhales it will suffer a very brief lapse of consciousness.

What about these?

Check this out.

Two of you will wear these contact lenses.

I'm going to carry a remote control with you like this one.

They're soft lenses.

Completely safe.

You know, Jim, it doesn't make sense to me that a man as highly educated as Lord

Holman actually believes these satanic rites he practices.

Well, not completely.

Obviously, he uses them to involve people in his blackmail and manipulate

any way he wants.

But by the time we've finished with him, he'll be a true believer.

Welcome to stay here.

Celebrate the solstice.

But if my man Chalice here sees any of you cutting timber for fires, taking

from the brook, or poaching game, he'll fill your backsides full of buckshot and

drive you off my land.

See to it, Chalice.

Yes, sir.

There's only a few of them now.

There'll be hundreds before the end of the week.

Gypsies. Do I run them off, sir? Let them stay.

But give them a warning.

Good day, Your Grace.

No objections to us camping for a while?

Not if you mind your P's and Q's.

Your old man doesn't start setting his snares around the woods.

Married to her, Your Grace.

Not likely.

You keep a civil tongue in your head or I'll cut it out. I'm the gamekeeper, not

the blasted baronet.

No.

I'll bet that everybody takes you for gentry.

You can save your blarney.

Just remember what I said about poaching.

Mind your own business, and there'll be no trouble.

Let me tell your fortune.

In return for your kindness.

I don't believe that rubbish.

This is where the girl was found, huh?

There were three girls, not just the American.

Well, she's the only one my government's interested in.

American tourists object to being murdered.

Her parents have been raising a real stink.

I'm chief constable of this county, Lieutenant Doyle, and as far as I'm

concerned, all three girls are equally important.

Yeah. Okay.

Whatever you say.

Look, my chief is more interested in my expenses.

So I'll nose around a little bit, and then I'll make my report.

Murder. By person or persons unknown.

Case closed.

That's right.

Case closed.

And you're back to U .S. a bloody A, and three kids have forgotten.

You're not forgotten by me.

She's very good, Your Honor.

If you cross her palm, it's silver.

I see something.

Something's coming now. I see...

I see a gentleman's house.

Oh, it's here.

That's the manor. There is evil.

Great evil.

What do you see, girl?

No.

He is coming.

The great one is coming.

Who do you want of her? Who's coming?

Sam.

She saw him.

The evil one.

She's sedated now, but she won't be when her time comes.

Touch her, Dunstan.

No, no, I... I shouldn't.

Feel her heartbeat, Dunstan.

Can you feel it?

Struggling in your hand.

You'll be initiated tonight, Dunstan. Then you can be part of it.

Part of our offering.

Holman, you're hurting my hand.

Her name is Lucy.

She'll be our gift, Dunstan.

Our gift to the Great One.

Hello? You wanted to see me?

I understood it was the other way around, that you wanted to see me.

I don't even know who you are.

Strange.

You've called me many, many times.

Interesting contact lenses you have, mister.

Contact lenses?

You really think so?

I'm not impressed by cheap tricks.

State your business.

I have guests.

Oh, yes, Sir William Bede, Lord Dunstan, the Honorable Francis Fordham. Not

exactly the kind of men you keep waiting for dinner.

How do you know those names?

I know them all, Holman.

Tookley and Severn and Jameson. You introduced them to me, don't you

How long did you think it could go on, Holman, using me, my face, my rights,

without paying?

Yes. Call Chalice. He might like to listen.

Is there trouble, my lord?

No trouble a gun can solve, Mr. Chalice.

Put it away, please.

The wiring in these old houses happens all the time.

Yes, I suppose it does.

See to it.

I think I smell the stench of blackmail.

Whoever you are, you're wasting your time.

Time?

What is time to me?

A few hours, a few years, a few eons.

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about eternity, Lord Ullman.

Eternity at man's soul.

Don't say that.

Ah, so you know the prayer, do you?

It's dangerous.

Dangerous?

As dangerous as a man who can turn darkness into light?

And light into dark.

Olin.

Think about eternity.

Think about the price you'd be prepared to pay.

Find anything?

There's underground wiring here.

Heading straight for the gazebo.

No light? No power points?

Well, not above ground.

Is there a tunnel under here?

Nicholas, that pond seems to be fed by a spring.

Uh -huh.

And the water seems to be running underground.

I wonder where it goes.

Now that's interesting.

Do you really think so?

I've been asking a lot of questions around the village.

Nobody's prepared to say much.

Obviously, there's been a lot of pressure brought to bear on these folks

this thing hushed up. I'm not surprised, considering the sort of people on

Holman's guest list.

Yes, any breath of scandal among them could rock the government right to its

foundations.

Chief Constable, he's pretty bitter about the lack of cooperation he's

He's a tough man, blunt, but I think he seems genuinely concerned about what's

going on here.

Good. When the time comes, we may need his help.

I don't know why you let them on the estate, Holman.

Bunch of raggled, taggled, bobtailed ruffians.

Midsomerites have been celebrated on Cobden Manor for centuries.

Do you want to be the one to risk stopping it?

Risk?

They come here for their drink and debauchery and to indulge themselves in

sorts of vice.

What do you come here for, Fordham?

To Dunstan.

Why you come year after year?

Why you all come?

All

right

timer set to release the die a little bit at a time over the next 12 hours

That should give us enough time to track its flow.

I never laid a hand on her, I swear.

I took her in some food and she started into me with a dinner knife.

If it had been sharp, she'd have done for me.

Let me keep you quiet and happy, won't you, little Lucy?

Tomorrow night.

We can wait till then, can't we?

Put her on the cot.

There'll be no more drugs for her, you understand?

I don't want her like that.

I want her to know.

Thank you.

Seems to be some sort of initiation ceremony.

I will come to the altar.

Save me, Lord Satan, from the treacherous and violent.

I deny all religion.

I curse, blaspheme, and provoke with all despite.

I denounce all priests and pastors.

I recognize only one great one, Lord Satan.

I call upon his many names, Beelzebub, Asmodeus, Prince of

Darkness, Diabolus, who killed both body and soul.

And I embrace Valerio, Lord of the Five.

I wonder if they keep this up.

We're moving out.

I'm your member of the coven.

There's the dye you put in the pond.

Oh, we've seen what we need to see.

Why don't we get the hell out of here?

It'll be my pleasure.

The die was put into an ornamental pond at Cobbin Manor.

It proves there's an underground stream from manor to lake, nothing more.

The stream also passes through a secret chapel.

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about a chapel where Lord Holman practices Satanism.

And on at least three occasions, human sacrifice.

Three young girls.

whose bodies were washed down into this lake.

You tried to tell me that Lord Holman murdered those girls?

Not only that.

We think he's planning to add a fourth to his tally.

A sacrifice for the summer solstice.

Janet, you're the only one who can get near the house openly without raising

suspicion. If you find out where they're keeping the girl, contact Max.

All right.

Where will you be, Max?

I'll try to get inside through the gazebo trapdoor. And the girl's safety

your hands.

All right.

Let's do it, Max.

I've got a fortune to tell you.

I see money.

A great deal of money.

Is that tray ready?

Oh, sir.

Nearly, sir.

Nearly.

What are you doing here?

I was telling Cook's fortune.

She's here to work, not listen to that drivel.

You're not allowed around the house.

I was hoping for a few eggs.

Give her some eggs.

She'll only steal them if you don't. Thank you, Your Grace, for your

Don't let me see you around here again.

Alice is taking a food tour.

No one can possibly connect the bodies in the lake with Cobden Manor.

It seems to have been a matter of tracing some dye from a pot in the manor

grounds.

It proves nothing, but it suggests a lot.

I'm afraid I can't ignore it.

I couldn't agree more.

Kill him.

Make it look like an accident.

Even American policemen have accidents.

You can investigate the circumstances yourself.

You should be used to that, Chief Constable.

No.

Killing's your department, it's not mine.

You'll do as you're told, Edgerton.

And you know why you will.

No, sir.

Not this time.

to get you out of here.

Shot himself?

Is he dead?

Of course he's dead, you fool.

How could he mess with a gun against his head?

I spoke to one of his men.

We can't go on with this. It's too dangerous. We've got to stop.

Not until I get Dunstan under control.

His access to the war office could be worth millions.

Those two that came here, the ones with the eyes.

Yes, the gypsy girl.

She called one of them.

She called him the master.

The evil one.

They must think I'm some kind of fool.

difficult. Shannon.

Take care of her.

Jim just called. He's on his way. Right.

I'll explain.

It's all right.

Lord Holman would like us to pay him a visit.

Or a visitation.

Let's wait till dark, just to add that extra touch.

You left the key in the door, you damn fool!

From the outside, I never thought... You never thought in your benighted life.

She could be miles away.

Then replace her!

By all that's unholy, you'll suffer like no man has ever suffered.

You don't mind if I use your table?

You asked to see me, Lord Ullman. I'm here.

How did you get in?

There was a cat locked.

How did I get in here, you ask me that?

Who are you?

And now you ask who I am.

You know who I am.

What do you want from me?

All of these questions, Lord Holman, I am disappointed in you.

What do I always want?

You want my soul?

Your soul?

Are you serious?

I already have that.

Heavilishly clever stuff.

Nice job, Nicholas.

Who do you think you're playing on?

I take it you've made adequate preparations for the summer solstice.

I will require a gift.

A gift?

Oh, come, you know what I mean.

I had a girl.

She was ready.

But you don't have her now. Is that what you're saying, my lord?

I would be very unhappy if I were robbed of my proper rights. You understand

that?

Better you than me, darling.

Good station, villain.

What is it?

Shannon's gone.

Max found her binoculars where she dropped them. We think they may have her

the house.

As a replacement for Lucy.

Then let's go get her. No. She'll be safe enough for the moment. We have to

finish this thing for good.

Nicholas, I need your help with some makeup.

He's taken my soul.

I'm damned, Chaz.

And maybe... Maybe if I please him... With the

girl... Would he give it back?

It's time to get ready, my pretty.

I pray to you.

Not my soul. Not my soul.

You're cute.

I give you this girl.

No.

It's too late for your prayer, Holman.

Too late.

I pray to you.

What does it profit a man if he gained the whole world?

Lose his immortal soul.

Mission Impossible will be right back.

Tuesday, Tony's consumed with jealousy over Angela's new co -worker on Who's

Boss? And Kevin's confrontation with a bully causes some painful results on The

Wonder Years.

And the kids think Mom's culinary crats leave much to be desired on Roseanne.

After, Marty needs to get away and Hannah's cure is a cozy cabin in the

countryside.

on anything but love.

Now stay tuned for a man called Hawk.

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