All language subtitles for 620. Wish You Were Here

(theme music plays)

Man: Oh!

Ow! Ow!

Ah!

Ah!

Oh!

Next please.

Comfortable, sir?

I shall need your name, rank,
and number, sir.

Roy Caspar, Lieutenant,
22413791.

Thank you, sir.

And you're attached to military
intelligence, aren't you, sir?

Aren't you, sir?

Roy Caspar, Lieutenant,
224137...

(shouts)

You're attached to military
intelligence, aren't you, sir?

My name is Roy Caspar,

Lieutenant, 22413791.

I'll ask you that question
once again, sir.

You are attached
to military intelligence?

Man: All right, Sergeant.

We'll take over now.

Well, now,
feeling brave, Caspar?

I beg your pardon, Lieutenant
Caspar, 2241...

- 3791.
- 3791, Thank you, Sergeant.

I don't doubt
your bravery at all.

We get a lot of
very brave men in here.

But they all talk...
eventually.

You'll get nothing from me.
Nothing.

On the contrary, Lieutenant,

we shall get everything
we want from you.

Everything.

Hello.
Good-bye.

- Urgent business?
- Very.

Mother will tell you.

Mother!

Steed.

Caspar, Roy Caspar.

Military intelligence.

He's a link man to some
of our paid informants.

What about his habits?

His habits?

Well, as far as I know,
he's clean.

He's missing.
Have a drink.

Thank you.

For how long has
he been missing?

He hasn't reported in
for 48 hours.

What about his apartment?

(telephone rings)

- Hello, Mother?
- Yes.

I've just checked over
Caspar's apartment,

and I can't find anything
out of the ordinary, except...

Except?

Well, there doesn't seem to be
a clean shirt in the place.

Clean shirt?

My dear girl,
I didn't send you over there

to look after
his laundry.

No, no, Mother,
you misunderstand.

I mean, I can't find a razor
or a toothbrush either.

Yes, quite.
Well, stay there.

I'll send the forensic mob
right away.

Oh, right.

No sign of a shirt, razor,
or toothbrush.

Looks as though he packed
and left of his own accord.

Exactly my deduction,

but it still doesn't tell us
where Caspar is.

Caspar.

Roy Caspar, Lieutenant,

22413791.

Caspar, look at me.

Look at me.

Sleep, please.

Let me sleep.

Sleep?

Of course, you may sleep...

A warm bed and soft,
soft pillows...

but not yet.

We know that you run
a string of informers,

people that you pay
for scraps of information.

Roy Caspar.

The names of those men are
known only to a select few.

3791.

I want those names,
and I want them now.

22413791.

Roy Caspar, Lieutenant,

22413791.

We know that one
of those is an archer.

You will tell me his name.

- 22413791.
- His name.

(knock on door)

Who is it?

Man: Sergeant Rasker, sir.

Come in.

Ah, tea, splendid.

What an excellent idea
of yours, Rasker.

I'm sure we could all do with
a spot of this, couldn't we?

Yes, sir,
it's thirsty work.

Oh, forgive me, Lieutenant.

Would you care
for a cup of tea?

Oh, thank you, sir.

- Milk and sugar?
- No sugar.

No sugar.

- There we are.
- Thank you.

Of course, you mustn't forget
where we were when we left off,

- must we?
- Don't worry,

you were asking
me about my contacts.

- Yes, I was, wasn't I?
- A chap who is a keen archer.

No!

Caspar's talked.

- Eh?
- Sold out,
spilt the beans.

I don't believe it.

Either that or he's been
grabbed and made to talk.

I still don't believe it.

Confound it, Steed, one
of his undercover informers

was uncovered
and killed.

- Who else?
- What?

Who else is Caspar
likely to betray?

He had one other
undercover informer,

but that's most secret,
utterly restricted work.

Well, hardly now,
now that he's talked.

- You're right,
he must be warned.
- What's his name?

Izzy Pound and his
Incredible Marching Sound.

(trumpet playing
"Rule Britannia")

Izzy!

Izzy!

Izzy! Izzy!

Izzy!

- (telephone rings)
- Mother.

Steed: Too late, just too late.
Izzy Pound is dead.

That means an impasse,

unless Tara can come up
with something.

What about this?

Hand-rolled, custom-made,

mixture of Virginian
and Turkish

with a preponderance
of oriental herbs,

smoked by a right-handed
male of medium build.

Of course,
that's only in the nature

of a wild guess
at this stage.

I'll need to get back
to the laboratory

to confirm my findings.

A preponderance of
oriental herbs, you said?

Of that I am sure.

Well, that could mean
our friend Caspar

is in the wrong
hands.

We need more than
one cigarette stub

to tell us that,
Miss King,

and, so far, we haven't
turned up even the tiniest clue

as to Caspar's whereabouts.

He could be anywhere,
almost anywhere.

A dry martini please.

Certainly, sir.

Not too dry,
lots of ice and no olive.

Aren't you coming home,
Miss King?

Oh, no, I think I'll stay,

just to make sure you fellas
didn't miss anything.

(footsteps)

Caspar, Roy Caspar.

Right, Caspar, we'll go
through all this again.

I told you a dozen times.

I wasn't on
any particular assignment.

I took a few days off,
took my car and toured around.

Where?
We want names and places.

- Now where did you go?
- The South Coast.

- Where on the South Coast?
- Everywhere, anywhere.

- Where?
- Stayed in pubs most
of the time.

- Names and places.
- I can't remember.

Caspar,
we want to help you.

I toured around,
that's all,

toured around.

And how about this.
That's a bruise, a nasty bruise.

- I fell down.
- Where?
Names and places.

- I can't...
- "I can't remember."

Caspar trained with Minnow.

- Charles Minnow?
- Mm-hmm.

- They were very close friends.
- So he can help us break him.

Worth a try.

Charles Minnow.
Tell Tara King to bring him in.

(buzzer buzzes)

Man:
Yes, who is it?

- Charles Minnow?
- Yes.

It's Tara King here.
I want to see you right away.

I'm afraid you've caught me
with my pants down, as it were.

I just got out of the bath.

Can you give me
a few moments?

Yes, I'll wait.

I'll be as quick as I can.

Right.

Is there a back way
out of here, Minnow?

- The service entrance, yes.
- Lead the way, then.

Just a minute.

What is it?

Almost went
without my toothbrush.

(buzzer buzzes)

Minnow?

Minnow?

Minnow?

So, Caspar, you decided
to take a few days off.

- Yes.
- You drove away
on your own?

Yes, yes, yes...
Oh, for pity's sake,

can't you see I'm tired,
tired of questions,

always questions?

The past few days,
I've had enoug...

It's the past few days
we're interested in.

Look, what's this
all about anyway?

I have a right
to know that, haven't I?

A right?
I suppose you have.

Rhonda.

It's a... a trick.

Feel his pulse.

Feel it!

Nobody knew about him.

Nobody except...

Me and you,
Caspar.

But you don't think I...

- You can't...
- You were missing
for three days.

Where were you?

- I can't tell you.
- Can't?

Has somebody get some
hold over you, is that it?

Is a friend or relative
being held as a hostage?

No, nothing like that.

I can't tell you,
not yet.

You must give me
time to think.

All right.
We'll give you time.

Come see us tomorrow,
sleep on it,

and we'll
talk about it then.

Tomorrow?

Day after tomorrow,
if you want.

Good-bye, Caspar.

Good-bye.

Give him a few seconds.

Then follow him,
see where he goes.

Who he contacts.

Hello, Mother, it's Tara.

Listen, I'm at Minnow's place,
and I don't like it.

No, Mother, it's got nothing to
do with the color of the walls.

I mean, I don't like
the situation.

Minnow is gone,
and so's his toothbrush.

(high-pitched squealing
and warbling)

- (squealing stops)
- Which do you think
is worse, Minnow,

the sound

or not knowing
when it will begin again?

You become your
own torturer, really.

"When?"
your brain keeps asking.

When will it start again?

You steel yourself
against the moment,

you tense every nerve...

but the sound doesn't come.

- Then, suddenly...
- (high-pitched squealing
and warbling)

(squealing stops)

I'm afraid that Captain Soo
doesn't altogether approve

of these modern methods.

He is inclined to favor
the older

more physical approach.

Of course, I can't very well
condemn him out of hand, can I,

without giving him a chance
to prove his point first.

- Excuse me, sir.
- Yes?

Can I have a word?

Caspar's pigeon, sir.

- When did it arrive?
- Just this minute.

Hmm.

Then you better get
over there right away,

hadn't you, Sergeant?

- You know what to do.
- Right.

(phone rings)

- Hello?
- Mannering: Caspar?

Colonel Mannering, thank
goodness you've called, sir.

It's all gone wrong.

The suspect's been murdered,

and I've been held
and interrogated, and...

- Now hold on a moment.
- They think it was me.

I've been questioned
for hours.

I didn't know how much
to tell them.

Calm down.

Calm down, Lieutenant Caspar.

That's an order.

I'm... I'm sorry, sir.

All right.

Now let's have the facts.

You were picked up?

As soon as I returned,
sir.

They questioned me for hours.

But they didn't get
anything out of you.

- Not a thing, sir.
- Obeyed my orders exactly?

You told them nothing?

Nothing, sir.

You didn't mention this
organization, did you, Caspar?

No, sir.

What time is it?

Just after 8:00, sir.

Blackie ought
to be there by now.

Caspar?

Sir?

You've done an excellent job.

You have nothing to worry
about, do you understand?

But what about
Izzy Pound, sir?

- He's dead and they suspect...
- You have nothing to worry
about.

- Yes, sir.
- I'll get in touch

with the proper
authorities right away.

You'll be cleared absolutely.

Caspar: Yes, sir, but I...

(gunshot)

(telephone rings)

Mother.

Tara: Mother,
I just found something,

a cigarette stub.

It's hand-rolled,

custom-made, a mixture
of Virginian and Turkish

with a preponderance
of Oriental herbs.

What do you think?

I think you'd better
watch your step.

Any man who smokes such
a revolting mixture

must be evil
incarnate.

No, Mother,
you don't understand.

I mean, it's the same pattern
as before.

Whoever grabbed Caspar
has now grabbed Minnow.

We don't know for certain
that Caspar was grabbed.

But just the same.

Yes, you're right.

We better assume the worst.

Minnow will talk.

And betray his contacts.

Mannering: Minnow.

Minnow.

No time for sleeping,
Minnow.

You have many things
to tell us,

many things we wish to know.

How did you get on
with Caspar?

Dead end.

Couldn't be deader.

Shot.

Looks like suicide.

Looks like?

Looks like.

Minnow is missing.

Tara has gone
to warn Fillington,

Minnow's number one
contact,

might be a repeat performance.

Let's hope it's not
a repeat performance.

Let's hope that Fillington
is alive and kicking.

(phone rings)

Yes.

Tara:
Mother, it's too late.

- Fillington...
- Is dead.

Dead?

That confirms it, doesn't it?
Minnow's talked.

All right.
It's all systems go now.

I'm ready.

Just give me the name of
Minnow's second contact.

Your second contact,
Minnow.

The name of
your second contact.

Give me his name.

I say, sir, escape attempts
are in order, I suppose.

- Certainly!
- Jolly good.

- I wouldn't want
to break the rules.
- No, of course not.

I say,
you've hurt your hand.

- Oh, it's nothing.
- But all the same,

I should get something to
put on that if I were you.

Jolly good punch, though,
a right cross.

I should think you've done
a bit in the ring

- in your time, sir.
- Boxed for the battalion.

Really?

Then you'd know Nosher Wright.

On the same team together.

Gosh, a splendid chap, Nosher.

- One of the best.
- Salt of the earth.

Say the name, Minnow?

The name!

Tara: Mr. Puffin!

Mr. Puffin!

Yes? Yes?

- Mr. Puffin...
- Yes.

You're in great danger.

- Danger?
- Yes.

A poor, gentle, old silly
balloon seller like me?

How could I possibly?

- Mother sent me.
- Come inside.

- What's the problem?
- Minnow.

Minnow.
Thanks for warning me.

- I'd better...
- (gunshot)

Down!

I'm afraid he's got us
pinned down.

You all right?

Fine.

- Do you know him?
- No.

- Mother: What do you think?
- Steed: I don't know him.

Nor do I.

Minnow's our last link now
if we can find Minnow.

Someone looking for me?

I was just on my way home
actually,

but I... I thought
I'd better pop in

to see whether anything urgent
had cropped up.

Well, how are things
in the jolly old world

of intrigue, eh?

Have a drink, Minnow.

Jolly decent of you.

Been away then?

- Well, just...
- Took a little impromptu
holiday, what?

Yes, as a matter of fact.

Touring around,
nowhere particular?

Exactly that.

We've been trying
to get hold of you.

Have you now?

Well, can't be
in two places at once,

- eh, Mother.
- (chuckles)

Have you seen Fillington
recently?

Not recently, no.

- And Puffin?
- Not for a couple
of weeks.

How about him?

You recognize him?

Recognize him?
Of course not.

Don't play with me, Minnow.

You're neither experienced
nor clever enough

to control your eyes.

There was a glimmer
of recognition.

I want to know the name
of this dead man.

Dead?

It's no go.
They told me about that.

- Said you might try
to trip me up.
- "They"?

The photo's a jolly
good fake, though.

Fillington's death
was no fake.

We can take you back
to the morgue,

and you can see
for yourself.

It'd be a waste of time,

and we haven't the time
to waste.

- Fillington, he...
- Because you talked, Minnow.

Now you tell me why
and where

and to whom.

Mother, what shall I do?

Tell us all you know, Minnow.

Well, hadn't I better
contact Mannering first?

The new rules.

- What Mannering?
- Colonel Mannering.

M-mother, tell him
about Colonel Mannering.

Who is Colonel Mannering?

But you must know.
It was your idea.

Surely you know
who Colonel Ma...

I think...

if you don't mind,

I'd like to sit down.

If you don't mind?

Perhaps you'd start
from the beginning.

How did you meet
this Colonel Mannering?

Came to my apartment.

- (door buzzer buzzers)
- There were two of them,

Mannering and Soo.

- Miss King?
- Yes.

I'm Mannering,
Interdepartmental Security.

This is Captain Soo,
Oriental Military Studies,

our identification.

Thank you.

Quite right, Miss King.

We can't be too careful
these days, can we?

Thank you,
Colonel Mannering.

I just wanted to make sure
exactly who you are.

- Won't you come in please?
- Thank you.

Would you gentlemen sit down?

Would you be good enough
to show us your identification?

Certainly.

You're quite right, Colonel.

We really can't be too careful
about these things.

You watch others,
Miss King.

- We watch you.
- Big brother.

Well, we had hoped
that our interest

would be slightly more
paternal.

- Would you care for a drink?
- No, thank you.

We discourage drinking on duty
amongst out operatives.

Pity, good brandy.

Oh, won't you gentlemen
please sit down.

Thank you, I will.

I'll come straight
to the point, Miss King.

We've been sent here
to escort you to Center 53

to attend TOHE
course A7.

Perhaps you'd care to examine
these documents, too.

I would,
as a matter of fact.

Good.

You will see that the course
is covered by Secret Security.

Sealed Instruction 47,
subsection QR4932.

But these instructions
say the course

is to begin immediately.

As of this moment, yes.

Well, I've just spent the last
24 hours without a break

on another assignment,

- and I am very, very...
- Very tired.

- Yes.
- Well, of course,
you are, Miss King,

but that is the whole
point of the course,

that you
should be tired,

that your powers of endurance
should be taxed to the limit.

But you don't understand.

The assignment I'm on,
I haven't finished it yet.

Oh, but you have.

Haven't you been told?
You've been taken off it.

By whose orders?

Well, higher authority,
Miss King.

Of course,
you're perfectly entitled

to appeal against
this decision.

Perhaps, you would like
to call Mother.

Perhaps you do it for me.

You've already committed
a cardinal error, Miss King,

by admitting to me the fact
of Mother's existence.

That will be
ten demerit points.

Bad start.

Hello, Mother,
Mannering here, sir.

Yes, very well indeed,
thank you, very well.

Bridge?

Why, yes,
we'd like to very much.

I'll have a word
with my wife about it.

Sir, I'm at Miss King's place
at the moment.

Yes.

Yes, I have told her about
the TOHE course.

Well, she does seem to be
a little bit reluctant.

I can't really blame her,
I suppose.

It's quite understandable.

You will?

Well, that would be a great
help, sir.

I'd be very grateful if
you'd have a word with her.

Hello, Mother.

Mother?

Mother's voice: I selected you
for this course,

and I would be obliged

if you would
obey my orders.

Colonel Mannering
is my representative,

and his instructions
are my instructions.

- Just get on with your job
and do as you're told.
- But, Mother...

Without questions or delays.

- That's all.
- Yes, Mother.

What is a TOHE course anyway?

A Test of Human Endurance.

They must have
impersonated my voice!

Caricatured it.

A Test of Human Endurance?

Yes, that's what he said.

Get me internal...

- What did you say
the name of the course was?
- A TOHE course A7.

What do you know
about the TOHE...

- You were taken to Center 53.
- Yes, that's right.

- Where is it?
- Well, get me someone
who does know!

It's in the country.
It's a large house.

Yes, but where?

I don't know.

It is part of
the security arrangements

that I shouldn't know.

I was taken there
in a closed van.

Here we are,
Sergeant Rasker.

- Good afternoon, Miss.
- Hello.

- Can I see your
identification, please?
- Certainly.

Thank you.

If you'd like you to sign
just there, please.

(blow lands)

Tara!

Tara King.

I didn't know you
were coming here.

Mullard...

Don't you remember?
Paul Mullard.

- We were in
training together.
- Paul, of course, silly.

- Look, we'll have a drink
in the bar later on.
- Yes.

That'll be fine.
I'll look forward to that.

Okay.

The key to your room,
Miss King.

I hope you enjoy your stay
with us.

- Thank you.
- Well, that's that.

This way.

Might as well have a drink
together before we start.

I know you're gonna enjoy it
here, Miss King,

once you get used to it,
of course.

A splendid lunch
we've got here.

- Fine spinach...
- (screams)

and, of course, we do try
to make their stay

as pleasant as possible.

Plenty of recreation, too,
sport and all that
sort of thing.

I'm a great believer
in physical well-being.

- Afternoon, Johnson.
- Afternoon, sir.

Gentlemen, may I introduce you
to Miss Tara King.

Ah, hello, Miss King,
how are you?

- What would you like to drink?
- Brandy.

- Two brandies.
- Please.

This bar is absolutely
sacrosanct.

It's the one place
in the entire building

where you can relax
completely,

where you can
switch off as it were.

But let me remind you that
the course has already begun,

and you can be taken away
and interrogated any time,

any time at all.

- Minnow: Course A7.
- A course to test
your breaking point,

- your reliability
as an agent.
- That's what he said, yes.

Yes.

Course A7 under the direction
of Colonel Mannering.

- But that's it, sir.
- It doesn't exist.

The name, Mullard, the name.

- You have a contact
in Hong Kong.
- No.

Yes, Mullard, yes,
and I want the name.

The name, the name!

Captain Soo.

All right, Mullard,
Jolly good show.

Absolutely first class.

You mean that's it?

We haven't been able
to break you, have we?

As a matter of fact, I never
really thought we would.

It's really over?

It's really over.

Congratulations, Mullard,

you've passed the test,
class one.

- Oh, thank you, sir.
- Thank you.

And thank you.

Well, I think this calls
for a celebration.

- Come along.
- Yes.

Oh, thank you.

It's clever.
You must admit it's clever.

Turned our own secret
bureaucracy into a weapon.

Tied us up with
our own red tape.

It's very simple.

Persuade our agents
that the course is genuine,

get their
full cooperation

and interrogate them
for as long as they like.

Until they talk.

Well, that isn't true.

I got a class-one pass.

They interrogated me for hours,
but I didn't talk.

I didn't tell them
a darn thing.

All: One, two, three, four,

five, six, seven,
eight, nine, ten.

(all cheer)

Well done, sir.

Can you manage another one?

Not just at the moment,
thank you.

(exhales deeply)

And you weren't kidding me, sir,
I really got a class-one pass?

You can take my word for it.

Mind you, it was touch and go
at one point.

Do you mind
telling me why, sir?

Well, I don't suppose
it matters now,

now is that it's all over.

It was... when we were
questioning you

about your contact in
Hong Kong, you remember?

We thought we had you
a couple of times,

but you held out.

You kept denying
that he ever existed.

Mind you, the fact that
you don't have a contact

in Hong Kong
certainly helped.

(laughs)
Yes, I do, sir.

You do?

Yes, afraid so.

Well, that's extraordinary.
You really had us fooled.

This calls for another drink,
a short one this time.

Don't worry.

- Rasker, two whiskeys please.
- Certainly, sir.

Manning: You've covered
the thing brilliantly.

This contact, by the way,
anybody we know?

No, no. I doubt it, sir.

His name's George Criddle.

- George Criddle?
- What, you do know him?

Well, if he's the chap
I'm thinking of, yes.

Well, he's a tall chap,
glasses, fair mustache.

Tall, glasses, fair mustache,
yes, that's the one.

Nice to get in touch with him
again after all this time.

Where do you normally reach him?

Well, I usually get in touch
with him at the Fu Yung Café.

The Fu Yung Café.

Thank you, Rasker.

Here's to George Criddle then.

Yes, that's how it
must have happened...

In the bar, the one place where
we were allowed to relax,

to lower our defenses.

I'm jolly sorry, Mother.

Sorrow is a negative after
the event emotion, Minnow.

What we want now
is positive thinking.

Attack.

What do you suggest?

Well, I... I, um...

Yes, Norton?

What is it, Norton?

I've just come from Miss King's
apartment, sir.

I called in to give her
my findings

on the Caspar/Minnow cases.

- Mother: Which were?
- Negative, sir.

Only forensics would make
a special trip

to say that they
hadn't found anything.

Well, what's the point?

The point is Miss King
is not in her apartment, sir.

But whilst
I was browsing around,

I found this.

And her toothbrush?

That's gone, too.

Now suppose we start
with everything

that you know about
John Steed.

Oh, that could take some time.

Ah, ah.
Later, later.

You can deal with her later.

They've taken Tara King.

Now don't you understand
that she is different

- from you and Caspar?
- She's a woman.

Hmm.

She's also sharper, brighter
and more intelligent.

Now they may fool her
for a while.

Their plan is clever enough
to fool anyone for a while.

But after a time,

she'll understand
what's going on and then...

(snaps fingers)
Just a moment.

When we showed you this,

you thought we were
trying to trick you.

Now, why?

That was in the briefing.

Yeah, Mannering said
there'd be other tests.

The course didn't end
when I left the center.

They'd be
unexpected ones, too.

So that you wouldn't reveal
what went on at the course A7?

Yes.

- Suppose everything
went wrong...
- Huh?

And you find yourself
on trial for treason?

Aha, well, in that case,
I'd simply contact Mannering,

and...

the pigeon.

Any trouble,
and I am to release it,

and Mannering will contact
me within the hour.

Within the hour?

Can't be too far away then.

As the crow flies.

Follow that pigeon.

(high-pitched squealing)

(bell rings)

(helicopter approaching)

Emergency, sir.

Minnow's pigeon, sir,
and Steed is right behind it.

Steed?

I just caught a glimpse of him
in the grounds.

You keep an eye on the girl.

(speaks foreign language)

They'll cover the rear entrance
to the bar.

That's all very well, sir,
but this is a big house.

There are at least a dozen
other ways into it.

Don't be alarmed.
Man on every one.

You open the armory,
all the guns you can find.

I'll send for the trainees.

(alarm rings)

(indiscernible chatter)

Now all in good time,
gentlemen, all in good time.

Since we're all here,
I will tell you.

We're all here now?
Good, good.

Now this is in the nature
of a surprise test.

We've arranged for an intruder
to penetrate the area.

It will be your job
to deploy and find him.

Each of you will be armed
with a pistol loaded,

I need hardly say,
with blanks.

When you find the intruder,
you will shoot to kill,

and there will be ten merit
points for the lucky man.

- Any questions?
- Yes, sir. Who's
playing intruder?

Mannering: An old
friend of ours,

some of you you
may even know him.

You certainly can't fail
to recognize him.

Bowler hat,
impeccably dressed.

Name's Steed,
John Steed.

Well, off you go then,
chaps,

and don't forget,
ten points for the lucky man

who kills him.

(leaves rustling)

(door creaks)

This way, chaps.

Hands up!

Man: Well, I say,

aren't we supposed
to shoot him?

- Well, I saw him first.
- No, I did.

Hang on, hang on.
There are ten of us.

Why don't we all shoot at once,
then we claim a point each?

Ready?

Tara: No!

No.

Those guns are loaded.

- Naturally.
- I mean, with real bullets.

Oh come, now,
dear lady.

I know you must be anxious

for those ten points
and all that.

No, we've been duped.

Mannering, this whole course,
it's all a trick.

- It's a fake, everything.
- Fake?

She's right, you know.

Mannering:
Jolly good Steed, excellent.

Test their gullibility, eh?

Trick them,
see how they would react

to the persuasive tongue
of an enemy.

Mannering is the enemy.
I'm telling you the truth.

Is she? (Chuckles)

Don't forget there are ten merit
points at stake, gentlemen.

Mullard:
Yes, but she...

- She sounds sincere.
- Well, of course she does.

What kind of a test would it be
if she didn't?

The guns are loaded.

Convincing, Miss King,

but not convincing enough,
eh, gentlemen?

You will carry out
your orders,

but this time,
you will shoot them both.

Might I make a suggestion?

To see who's really bluffing,

why don't you, Mullard,
point your gun at the Colonel

and pull the trigger?

Why not?

Now when I count three,
you fire.

One,

two...

(gunshot)

Well, gentlemen,
what we need is a drink.

And I think
we will have it on the house.

- I must have an answer.
- I won't tell you.

- I insist.
- So do I.

Very well.
I'll give you until 6:00.

- Why 6:00?
- It's as good a time as any.

Well, I prefer 11:00.

- I must have the secret.
- You'd only tell everyone.

- Promise.
- You're a hard man, Steed.

Oh, yes, I'm a hard man.
I'm a monster.

Well, do you promise
to promise?

Steed: I promise not to give
away your secret recipe.

All right then.
It's yogurt.

Just yogurt?

Just a tablespoonful.

- Incredible.
- Delighted.

(theme music plays)