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Yes, Mother.

Find out who contacted him.

That's who we want.

Roger. Roger.

Roger.

By the way, we're very pleased with the
way things are going.

All this information is invaluable.

What is the density, the velocity of
this device?

That's the real big secret. We haven't
been able to get hold of that yet.

Shall I continue with the equation?

Yes, just as soon as I've got this done.

You've done very well.

Very well, indeed.

Now, shall we continue?

Yes, we'll... I came behind you!

I must say, Mother, it's a bit thick.

Putting me under close arrest.

I couldn't agree with you more, Steve.

But you must appreciate my position.

Leakers have been leaking from the
Carmadoc research establishment.

And you've spent some time there
recently?

At your request.

To investigate the leakages.

Oh, yes, you and I know that, but the
people at the establishment don't. So

more natural than that they should vent
their spleen and... The only stranger in

their midst.

Exactly.

That's why I told them you were under
arrest, pending a full inquiry.

You don't really mind, do you? Well,
I... Good morning, Mr. Seed.

As you can see, I've tried to make the
conditions of your arrest as congenial

possible. You have me there.

But this doesn't solve the problem of
Carmadic.

I'm putting someone else onto it. Oh.

Tara. Tara?

Tara.

You don't think she can do it?

Well, I...

I wouldn't say that.

But?

Well, she's female.

Exactly.

A new intuitive approach to things. And
she's vulnerable.

Mother? Ah, Tara, my dear.

Steve?

You're in for some sea air.

Now, madam, papers are on there.

Great.

I have some, thanks. Good.

When do we leave?

Steed will not be accompanying you. He's
under arrest.

Arrest?

I'm innocent.

Entirely innocent.

Yes, but for how long?

So I go it alone, do I, Mother?

No.

Ah!

This is Watney. He'll be going with you.

Guthrie.

No, don't turn around.

I'm right behind you.

On your feet.

Move.

What are you going to do?

We'll see about that, Guthrie.

Keep coming.

Well, I wasn't going to tell anyone.

I swear to you, I wasn't going to tell
anyone.

Keep coming.

I wasn't going to tell anyone.

I wasn't going to tell anyone.

I wasn't going to... Goodbye,

Guthrie.

I trust you're completely familiar with
the ramifications and complexities of

this assignment.

Yes, I have read the file.

We've intercepted coded radio messages
the past few weeks, giving up to the

minute... Up to the minute reports on
all the work done at Carmatic Research.

Ah, here we are.

Good morning, sir. Pass this, please.

Major Sparshot's in charge of security
here.

Something of a tart, I believe, so you'd
better let me deal with him.

Anti -bugging device, hidden detectors,
long -range mics.

Stand no chance at this start. All right
so far?

Perfectly. You know what we're doing
here, of course.

Accelerating solar power with a view
to... Monitoring the power of the sun.

That's the simple way of looking at it.

But as you can see, it isn't simple.

Professor Carswell.

Miss Teddyman.

Dr. Seligman.

I personally screened each one of them.
Well, then I think we can assume it's an

outside job.

But we've no right to make such an
assumption.

Yes, but there's no reason why we can't.

Now, about the outside, Major Sparshot,
have there been any unusual occurrences

lately? Anything particularly out of the
norm?

Well, there can't possibly be any
connection, but the other day, a local

resident fell over the cliff edge.

What was his name?

Guthrie, Walter Guthrie. Does he live
near here?

A cottage about a mile away.

You can supply me with transport?

Well, yes, but I... Right, then, shall
we go?

Yes, but... Oh, much better if you stay
here.

After all, you're familiar with the
ramifications and complexities of this

assignment.

Marking here.

The girl, Tara King.

She's on her way to Guthrie's place now.

I made the tea twice.

He isn't home yet.

Not himself at all.

Who isn't? Mr. Guthrie.

But Mr. Guthrie's... He isn't home yet.

He's always so very punctual. So very
punctual.

And I should know. I've kept house for
him for ten years now.

Oh, then you know him quite well, do
you? Like my own son.

Such a nice gentleman.

Why, she'd come home for his tea.

He's very interested in astronomy, isn't
he?

No luck. Still not receiving.

You're sure you're spot on?

Well, try another angle.

Yes.

I've set another cup for dear Mr.

Guthrie for when he returns.

Still no good. Keep going.

Seven years bad luck, they say.

The mirrors.

Oh, Mr.

Guthrie did that.

I helped him.

Hold it. Take a hammer, Emily, he said.

Take a hammer and smash everything
shiny.

Loud and clear.

It was rather wicked of me, but I quite
enjoyed it.

But didn't he tell you why?

Why what, dear?

Why he wanted you to smash everything
up.

Oh, not everything, just the shiny
things.

I think it had something to do with Mr.
Williams.

Mr. Williams? Oh, would you help me,
dear?

Such a nice man, Mr. Williams.

He and Mr. Guthrie share the same
interest.

Stars, you know. Except that Mr.

Williams is... I don't understand it.
Mr.

Guthrie watches the stars through this.

But Mr.

Williams watches them through a
wireless.

A radio astronomer.

Tell me, where does this Mr. Williams
live?

She mentioned Williams.

Frederick Williams.

Then it went dead as a doornail.

Yes, we'll have a head start.

I'll get on to it right away.

Go, though.

Williams' place.

Thank you.

I'm going to recommend that binoculars
are forbidden within this establishment.

I understood that you were from the
Ministry.

That's right.

On an educational tour.

Not strictly true. I'm here to
investigate the leakage of secrets

chosen for the job, in fact.

To investigate the leakage?

Correct. Or us?

Both, if necessary, or find me fair, but
totally dedicated.

I'm sorry, Doctor, but, um, are the
binoculars, for the time being? Are

necessary to our work here.

Dr. Seligman is our meteorologist. He
has to keep a constant eye on

weather. Of course, if you're willing to
take the responsibility of bringing the

entire project to a halt, I will call
the minister and explain that you

No, no, no, no. Dr.

Seligman can keep his binoculars.

For the time being.

Which one of us do you suspect?

Hmm? Well, it has to be someone in this
room, doesn't it?

Excuse me?

Everyone who has full knowledge of the
techniques being used here? Yes.

That's the three of us, then. And
Sparshot. He sits in on every

For security reasons.

Did I suggest otherwise?

I would have thought so.

Mr. Watney.

The fruits of our labors.

Solar power.

I'd like to talk to you.

Still in its infancy, of course.

The woods beyond this establishment.

Meet me there in ten minutes.

But big developments ahead.

Just get a breath of pressure.

Dr. Seligman.

Over here, Dr.

Seligman.

Over here,

Dr. Seligman.

This way, Dr.

Seligman.

I was right.

I fear he was right.

That's right, Dr.

Seligman.

Or...

You don't think that I'm trained to
question everything, Major?

Everything.

I heard someone calling him, then a
laugh close by.

Couldn't have been anyone over there. I
would have seen them. Very close by.

Perhaps in that direction.

You often hear voices?

There was someone here.

Right here.

Hello. Yeah?

I'd like to see the lighthouse keeper.
The written one.

This lighthouse doesn't function
anymore.

It's a private residence.

Oh, well, I'd love to see inside.

Hey, just a minute. You can't go in
there. But I would like to meet the

Would you?

Katerine.

What's the trouble?

She wants to speak to the colonel, sir.

Oh, I'm sorry. I'm afraid you'll have to
forgive Katerine. He sometimes tends to

be too diligent.

I'm Timothy Barlow, the colonel's
secretary.

Tara King. Hello.

Well, Miss King, the Colonel doesn't
like to be disturbed with what he calls

triviality, so if you could enlarge on
the nature of your business... It's

the man who fell off the cliff, Mr
Barlow. Hardly a triviality.

Guthrie? Yes.

Well, yes, as you say.

Excuse me.

Oh, Colonel, there's a Miss King here
who'd like to speak to you.

Yes, sir, I think it is important.

Yes, sir. I'll bring her up immediately.

Miss King, Colonel Withers will see you
this way. Thank you.

A colonel in a lighthouse?

Yes, odd, isn't it? The colonel comes
from a family of soldiers, yet at heart

he's always wanted to be... A sailor.

far is it?

Oh, about a year.

Colonel's little joke, there are 365 of
these stairs, and he says it takes about

a year to climb them.

365?

Miss King, sir.

Huh?

Colonel Willis. How do you do?

Spartan. Amherst Union.

Make your part. Not even out of breath.

I like that.

Physical fitness.

I like that, too.

How do you do? Hello.

Well, Barley, say what's important,
what?

Oh, it's about, uh, poor Mr. Guthrie,
sir.

Oh? The fellow who toppled off the
cliff.

Hmm.

Relative?

No, um, interested party.

I don't curiosity.

Morbid interest, huh?

No, more intimate concern.

Huh, that's better.

Not enough concern these days.

Not half enough.

Oh, can't help you. But I haven't asked
for any help yet.

Oh, God, spirit, eh? Oh, I like that, I
like that.

Still, can't help you. Never even knew
the fellow.

Yes, but I thought perhaps you saw him
when you... Do you?

Mine?

Saw him?

Did I see him, Father?

As it is possible, sir. Perhaps when you
were in the village.

No, no, no. I meant because the
lighthouse overlooks the cliff edge,

saw him through the telescope.

The cliff edge?

The cliff edge.

Take a look, young woman.

And what do you see?

The sea.

That's what you see.

The great, grand, rolling ocean. And
ships, ships under sail, underway,

heading for exotic destinations.

Oh, no, Miss King, you won't find me
looking at the land.

Nevertheless, on a clear day, you can
almost reach out and touch the cliffs.

And shake hands with your visitors.

But I've already explained, I
practically never spend time looking at

Bill Peters?

Hmm, looks like she's planning to stay
quite some time.

Barlow!

I've no idea who she is.

Well, find out then.

You know I hate being disturbed.

So, um, you don't know Guthrie?

That is correct.

I suppose that means, um, you wouldn't
know his friend Mr. Williams either.

Probably not.

Ask Barlow.

You seem to rely on Barlow for an awful
lot.

He takes care of the trivialities, Miss
King, the trivialities.

Good day.

Thank you, Colonel.

I'm sorry, Miss Marshall.

But of course the Colonel will see me,
and of course I must stay here. I must

say, a year passes more quickly on the
way down. Ah, perhaps you can shed a

little light on this, Pandora Marshall.

I arranged weeks ago to interview
Colonel Withers and to stay here as his

He agreed that I should investigate all
his developments. Miss King knows

nothing about this.

He's right. I can't help you. And the
Colonel's a very busy man.

He doesn't seem very busy, and he is
inclined to forget things.

He asked me to ask you, Mr. Williamson.
Look, this is getting me nowhere. If I

could just speak to Mr. Barlow.

But this is Mr. Barlow.

Mr. Barlow?

Yes. But surely it's the Mr. Barlow who
wrote me this.

But you agreed to all the arrangements.

To my interviewing Colonel Withers, to
staying here.

That is your signature, Mr. Barlow.

Oh, yes.

Yes, of course it is.

I'm sorry. I owe you an apology. I'm
obviously getting forgetful of the

Ketteridge, take Miss Marshall's
suitcase along to one of the guest

you? I'm awfully sorry.

Then I do get to see the Colonel.

Yes, of course.

As soon as he's free.

We'll get you settled in first.

Enjoy your stay.

Miss King, what line of business are you
in?

Oh, not unlike yours.

I investigate developments.

Miss Marshall?

Yes?

Thank you.

I just can't understand.

I mean, it's quite incredible.

The area was absolutely deserted.

Well, Mr. Watney, we went through those
woods with a fine tooth comb.

Not a sign of anyone. But I heard voices
coming out of thin air.

But I really did hear... What was that?

What was what?

It sounded like... like someone was
sleeping.

Oh.

Not hearing things again, I hope. Come
on, you need a drink.

What a handy little toy.

Miss King!

Don't be alarmed.

I'm speaking from the lighthouse.

I knew something funny was going on as
soon as I met the so -called Mr. Barlow.

You see, I'd met Barlow before, and it
wasn't the same man.

Miss King?

Miss King?

It's me, Pandora Marshall.

Where are you? I'm here, at the...

Well, it's Miss King.

Oh, it's all right. She's leaving.

No, wait a minute.

She's trying to contact somebody.

I wonder just how much you told her.
You're not father. Shut up!

Listen, I'm out on the cliff edge and
there's something very funny going on.

What do you mean, funny?

Well, I thought I heard a voice coming
out of the thin air.

You heard what?

A voice?

Well, that's marvelous news.

Jolly good work, Zara.

Excellent. You come right out, then.

I'll be waiting.

So you did get to talk to her.

Never mind.

You'll be able to talk to her again.

I will lure her to the edge of the
cliff.

Oh, no.

You will say exactly what I tell you to
say.

You understand?

Well, she said she'd be here.

She must have gone off somewhere.

We'd have seen her.

Well, there's another way down from
here.

Oh, yes, there is.

One other way.

It's her necktie.

What am I going to tell Mother?

Yes?

What?

When?

I see.

What are the chances?

Keep searching? Well, of course you keep
searching.

Call me as soon as you hear anything
further.

Well? It's early days. I never set much
store by first reports.

Is Tara in trouble?

When I think of the times it's been
reported and confirmed to me that you

were... Well, that I'm what?

We're missing.

Missing?

I felt she shouldn't go in there.

She's been trained to take care of
herself.

It's just a game to her. She goes
charging in.

There's no room for sentimentality,
Steve.

You know that what I say is logical.
Now, what are the chances?

Chances? If she survived the fall, if
she missed the rocks, if she wasn't

out to sea, I'd say her chances were
quite good.

I'm releasing myself from close arrest.

Very well, then.

Please, I hope what I mean to say is
let's both hope that Tara... Let's!

Rhonda!

Someday all that's going to change.

Get out of it.

But you're dead.

The cliff, I saw you fall.

No, they pushed me. That was their
mistake.

They pushed me clear of the rocks and
then, well, I can swim.

Who are you?

Barlow. Timothy Barlow. Oh.

Then you must be... Colonel Withers.

All the others are impostors, secret
agents.

They're stealing secrets from the
research establishment.

I see, but how?

With my retro meter. That's why I came
down to interview them. It's a

achievement. Transmits sound along a
beam of light. All you need is a shiny

surface. And you can receive or transmit
or... Or eavesdrop.

Ah, and Williams and Guthrie, who are
they?

Astronomers. They stumbled onto the
whole scheme and so they silenced them.

Listen,

I've got a friend who can open these at
the drop of a bowler hat, but... Never

mind about us.

Use the retro meter to fetch help. Where
is it?

Upstairs in the lamp room.

Yes, Mother.

No, Mother.

No further news, Mother.

Yes, Mother. Immediately, Mother.

Recalled?

Recalled and replaced.

And no more hearing voices, eh?

I hope not.

Warning!

323, 324.

364, 365.

Leave here?

Very clever, Miss King.

Very clever indeed.

But there's still only one way out of
this place. You have to get past me.

Don't turn around.

Just drop the gun very carefully.

Very impressive.

But not quite impressive enough.

You've done a lot of damage.

Disrupted our whole organization, and I
don't like that. I don't like that at

all.

Hey. I do beg his pardon.

Whoever he is.

He's one of them.

Don't move.

That's right.

Now you keep an eye on him.

I'll go and look after the other five.

Right.

Five?

Awfully flattered, really, you dashing
into the rescue like this.

But I'm afraid you're just the tiniest
bit too late.

Tara!

Never mind.

It's the Thorpe at Cal.

Where are you?

Don't worry, I won't haunt you.

If you promise to take me out to dinner
tonight.

This embodied has still got an appetite.

Ravenous. Must be all the exercise I
haven't taken.

Where are you? Just head on over to the
lighthouse, and I'll be with you in...

in less than a year.

Table for one, and one ethereal voice.

Oh,

indeed.

Just talking about food is torture.

The table's ready.

Now, what would you like?

You mean anything?

Anything at all? We aim to be.

Well... There is one thing. Your wish is
my command.

Have you got a great, big, juicy, rare
fillet steak?

Well, it's a little mundane, you know,
but since you are, yes.

Done to a turn.

Reed, what can I say?

You're unbelievable.

That's very nice of you to say so.

I always say that the simplest pleasures
of life are the most enjoyable.