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Mrs. Peel?

Mrs. Peel!

Bent u...

Bent u in orde?

Dat geloof ik well. Hoe is het me jou?

Een beetje door elkaar geschud. En een blauwe plek..... dat moet u van mij geloven!

Wat is er gebeurd?

Een hond.

O, Ja...

- Hebben we hem geraakt? - Nee.

Mijn reflexen zijn uitstekend.

Dat is maar goed ook. Zomaar de weg oversteken alsof...

Zat hij ergens achteraan?

Geloof ik niet.

Raar gedrag voor een hond.

En?

- De diagnose? - Daar zijn een paar flinke tikken voor nodig.

O, de oude dame?

Die moet gesleept worden. Ik bel wel een garage vanuit het kamp.

Hoe ver is dat?

Bijna een kilometer, als je van lopen houdt.

lk moet even andere schoenen aandoen.

This stretch of road hasn't changed in years.

Across the bridge, over green grassy banks,

to RAF station 472 Hamelin.

l drove across this road 100 times during the war.

Then it's remarkable you couldn't stay on it.

lt's not the first time l've ended up in the ditch.

One Christmas, 15 of us

in a 4-seater!

The fire brigade cut us loose.

Amazing we had time to win the war!

But the main gate...

Short cut. Secret entrance. Very handy after lights out.

How could you see in the dark?

There should be a gap here.

Experience and remarkable vision.

Cat's Eye Steed, they called me.

Returning from a mission, eyes rimmed with fatigue,

the men groaning...

- Back from the front? - No, the pub.

There's a space we can slip through.

One, two, three,

four, five, six...

Do you know all the backways in Britain?

There's one in Scotland l may have missed.

Why invite us to their closing down party?

l spent a lot of time here during the war.

lt was an agent's launching pad.

For you?

Sometimes. A few nights and you were bound for wherever.

There she is.

A bit bleak.

lmagine if you had a hangover!

RAF Camp 472, Hamelin.

Tomorrow, it won't exist.

There used to thousands of men, now there are 30.

- Tomorrow, none. - The end of an era.

Six friat crostronome.

- ''That's how the cookie crumbles.'' - ln Latin!

What will happen to the survivors?

Scattered over the globe, Aden, Singapore, Germany...

on British bases.

Look right, look left, right again and...

The officer's mess! lt takes me back...

l remember a beer drinking contest.

The 2 finalists were Hunt and Kerr. Pee Wee Hunt...

l'll finish it later.

They don't waste any time, these boys...

Good to see them again!

Pumpadoo!

Anyone home?

Come out, come out,

wherever you are!

As our host is absent... have a drink, Mrs. Peel, Mr. Steed.

Glad you could join our shindig.

Too much grenadine.

Your recipe?

l always leave my mark.

All the party ingredients but the people!

Are you sure of the date?

lt looks like a party!

President and members request... Saturday, 11 am.

They can't be far.

l know!

There's an old training plane they use for stunts.

Last time, they had police from 3 counties after them!

You must see this.

- l don't hear a plane. - lt takes a bit of coaxing.

So will you at that age!

l never! A ''Sgt Henderson Special''!

He made a cake when the CO retired. Enormous!

Shapely WAF girl inside.

They wheeled it in, everyone was singing...

But nothing happened, the girl didn't jump out.

Have you seen the time?

What happened to her?

When they iced the lid down,

they cut off her air supply.

Just got her out in time!

Lots of memos about it. lt got very ugly.

Steed!

''No milk today, thank you.''

Our host, Risdale: ''1 pint, 1 straw yog, daily,

''except Thursdays.

''Block H, alley 7.''

Geoffrey?

Geoffrey!

Geoffrey, where are you?

Old bean?

Geoffrey, old bean?

Here he is, Geoffrey Risdale.

How do you do?

Needs dusting.

- Do you suppose he hopped a plane? - Eh?

Singapore.

So that's where

he's been posted.

All lines must go through the switchboard.

Have a look.

My wedding present to Geoffrey.

My batman found it.

Fine fellow, Pratt. Didn't drink or smoke, had 8 kids.

Who shattered this glass?

Caruso?

- He's dead. - So's Pratt, poor fellow.

l'm worried about Geoffrey.

The control tower!

Bird's eye view of the camp.

lf anyone's around, we should see them.

Shot came from here.

One thing's certain, they can't have flown away.

There's nob...

There's nobody here.

Not a soul.

- A dead rabbit. - He's not dead. Look.

Unconscious.

Why? What did it?

Rabbit punch.

Hello.

Hello!

Hello!

- No one. - l'd be comforted...

if there were.

Razors still running,

petrol gushing, unconscious rabbit...

one dead milkman.

10 000 bottles of milk...

30 highly trained technical men,

just up and dance away from...

Hamelin.

Steed!

He was here, the milkman.

And he was dead.

A murder, a body snatch...

A change from the rabbit.

Meet you under the clock.

l'm not doing any harm.

- Who are you? - Benedict Napoleon Hickey.

- What are you doing? - Nothing.

l'm looking. No harm there.

Looking for what?

Victuals. Sustenance and comforts.

l live out of the dustbins.

From Biggin Hill, Milden Hall,

Cardington, and Hamelin...

- All air bases. - Oh, yes, sir!

No army or navy rubbish! l'm loyal to the air force!

Always have been. Best dustbins!

- Suprising, what they throw out! - Surprising.

Take these boots. 40 operational flights.

l wasn't in them. l'm a conscientious objector.

l detest war. Or violence.

- Or stamp collectors. - Stamp collectors?

Filthy habit, stamps. All that old saliva.

Disease gets spread that way, generations of saliva.

Foreign saliva, too.

How long have you been here?

8 months. Pity it's closing tomorrow.

lt's good garbage.

- l mean here, outside? - Not long.

l felt a bit dry, thought l might find a drop.

Anything unusual?

- Unusual? - A woman, for example...

lf l had? There's nothing unusual about a young lady.

l'll give you a drink.

That's lovely, sir.

So you were out there...

l've never been inside before.

l know my place, with the dustbins.

- This morning? - lt's nice in here.

l heard them singing in here.

- This morning? - Nice and cozy.

Hickey, did you hear anything in here?

They've gone, camp is closing.

Tomorrow, the camp closes.

lt's a shame, summer coming...

Like dying just before Christmas.

lt's a shame... Nothing lasts, does it?

l saw them running up the flag

for the last time.

Then what?

- l felt funny. - They came back here?

My ears felt funny,

dizzy.

Like l was drunk.

But l hadn't drunk at all!

But you felt drunk...

Think there'll be a war?

l hope so.

Good for business.

Dustbins are full during war.

This funny feeling... when was it?

And rationning, l enjoyed that. My name on a little book.

Haven't read much since.

Was it early morning? Or later on?

Lovely sunrise over runway 4.

Heard the clocks striking, but it stopped.

Just like that, they stopped. lt was 11 o'clock.

Rosy, you've come back!

This morning,

she took off as if she had the devil on her heels. She's back!

- Your dog? - Useful, string.

l've quite a collection.

- Rosy belongs to you? - ln a way.

lt pays to befriend the guard dogs.

Funny dog for a guard!

Sharp ears. And her bark!

The guard! Which guard?

- At the main gate. - Help yourself.

John Steed!

- lt's good to see you! - Steed! Welcome back!

- Glad you came! - And bang on time!

Always, when there's drink!

Help yourself, l'll join you.

l'm in the middle of a game. So, 27...

That's it.

103... l'll beat it.

174...

Take it easy, what are you playing for?

Still one dash and half a splash?

- That's right. - See, l still remember.

And you? The squadron toast, remember?

''End of the fight, fly right. Bottoms up, liquor down.''

...''bottoms up, liquor down.''

Terribly sorry.

The camp mascots.

Bertha and Billy. Don't know which is which. They do.

Feeling all right?

Rather a crack on the head.

How's that?

ls that my cue?

This is Phillip Leas, our dentist.

- John Steed. - How do you do?

- Not feeling well? - l had a bit of a...

Crack on the head.

- Let's have a look. - lt's there.

Pardon my glee,

since the MO left, l'm in charge of first aid.

He loves playing doctor. Nobody here to contradict him.

Slight bump, no abrasion.

- Feel a bit groggy? - A little.

There's a mild concussion, that could

cause giddiness.

- Even hallucinations. - Oh, dear!

How did it happen?

l swerved for a dog, and ran off the road.

Leave that off, they'll be more for me!

Sorry about Mrs. Peel. l was hoping to meet her.

- What's that? - Easy.

What about her?

- You are shaken! - What did he mean?

That she couldn't make the party.

She phoned her apologies.

Excuse me.

What's this? lnspection?

Here.

- The doc... l mean dentist... - Don't worry.

- lt can't hurt. - He didn't said so.

You seem to need it.

lt's a sad day for Hamelin 472, splitting up.

Remember these?

Light the blue paper, retire immediately.

You won't get these chaps under one roof again.

They'll be scattered over the globe.

Tomorrow, l go to Singapore.

Porky heads for Aden, Wiggins off to Berlin...

When did you get up?

- 9:30, why? - What did you do?

- What do you... - lt's important.

l took a bath, shaved...

- With an electric razor? - Yeah.

Then what?

l got dressed, came over here.

Had the milkman called? Had he delivered?

l don't know, l suppose...

What time did you arrive?

Just before you, about 11.

- Hickey was there? - Who?

The air base scavenger.

Scavenger!... Corporal?

Have you seen a tramp hanging about?

A tramp, no. Have to stay well hidden

or security would catch him.

So many questions. Could you explain?

Just put it down to this bump on my head.

l'll be back.

Feeling better?

l'm fine, fresh air and l'll be right as rain.

Good idea.

- Where's Steed? - Went for some fresh air.

Did he?

Morning.

Good morning.

- What kept you? - Don't panic.

Who's panicking? There's 2 more. Hurry before they wake up.

Mrs Peel!

Nice to see you again.

l heard of being scared, but having to tie you down...

What happened?

l felt dizzy and passed out.

Next thing l knew l was here, but how?

A milkfloat. Regular service, door to door.

A milkfloat!

lt's the most innocent thing. No one ever notices a milkman.

Steed, these ampoules...

C 11.

Used in brainwashing.

Suppose the camp was in a coma,

hypnotized, brought here, and ''worked on''.

With that.

Don't play with that, it's N2O, laughing gas.

All right, then what?

Your watch... 20 past 12.

They wake up at noon, yet all the clocks say 11.

Back where they started.

One hour of their lives gone, just like that!

- Remembering nothing. - Perhaps...

One particular thing.

The unit is breaking down. Dispersing.

lf they've been brainwashed,

something could be planted in their subconscious

to be triggered off any time.

A potential saboteur, in every strategic air base.

- Must you?.. - lt's fun!

Still one puzzle piece is missing.

Coma, hypnotic state... it's too easy.

Ultrasonic sound!

Sounds above the speech frequency range,

relayed in a large speaker system.

- Effective in a limited area. - How limited?

About the size of an air field. That's got to be it!

But how does it explain fainting?

Electrical activity of the brain has a fundamental frequency,

a point beyond which,

it breaks down, like a bridge.

...breaking step over a bridge.

Otherwise, it disintegrates.

- The bridge? - Yeah.

Ultrasonic sound effects the brain just so.

They've juggled the sounds,

and found the right frequency.

Hence the ear muffs, to protect themselves.

A creditable explanation.

l could pretend it was my life work, but it wasn't.

lt was an accident. ln raising the drill speed,

l induced a hypnotic state.

From there, ultrasonic apparatus, high-speed drill...

Simple but remarkably effective.

Quite remarkable.

- What next? - An auction.

30 pre-conditioned brains to the highest bidder.

l'll be a rich man.

But first, l must deal with you.

Steed, what is it?

What's so funny?

What is it?

Relaxing, isn't it? l promised you a quiet drive...

What could be quieter?

Especially the way you drive!

Wie rijdt er?

Vertaling: Bommel44