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No, please! I beg you ...
Walk over to the window ...
Let it be rain, please let it be
Stay by the window. By the window.
Are you alright, young man?
I think so, thank you so much ...
Cocky little bastard. I hope he was a baddy.
I feel sure of it.
I'm Alice. Mother said you'd be on your way. Mrs. Peel with you?
She was ...
You with Mother or Father?
Both, actually.
Good. Glad to see they're together at last. They don't get along. Promotion. Top job. Most unfair. Quite a fuss at the Ministry.
You don't say. Like looking for a needle in a ...
Wonderland Weather Ltd.
This way ...
Mother. I thought you were burglars.
Brenda and I thought we'd drop in.
Weather's turning nasty.
You didn't come to talk about the weather, surely.
Oh yes I did. I want you to meet somebody. I expect you'll like her.
Your research into climate engineering was stateoftheart. Your experiments could have revolutionized our knowledge of global warming had they succeeded. We need your expertise.
Perhaps I'd better start calling you doctor again, Mrs. Peel
Think she really killed those agents?
She may not know. Theory goes she may be very ill.
Amnesia?
Possibly. Split personality ...
Insane ... ?
Who knows? If Dr. Darling is right, you should watch out.
Why?
She may try to kill you.
Something went wrong. System malfunction. Explosion. Mrs. Peel had a narrow escape. Suspected sabotage. Nothing proven. File still open.
How come you took so much interest in her, Dr. Darling?
Still doesn't. Better safe than sorry. She was in a dangerous game, Steed. High stakes. She may prove to be a risk. If she is, there's only one solution. Termination.
Anyone particular in mind?
You.
We had a lead to Wonderland Weather but we got there too late. Someone tipped them off ...
Too late anyway. Today's escapade was only for starters. This is no ordinary weather. It's manmade. A kind of weather bomb.
Impossible.
This man did you see him?
No. Her husband, she says. Alice tried to warn us. A trap. Tell Mother beware. Tell Father That's all.
You're accusing Mrs. Peel of killing her own husband?
Her husband suspected someone very close to the operation. On the day he died, he was setting a test. To prove to himself to us that his wife was beyond suspicion. He had to be certain. He said he was going to give Mrs. Peel something ...
Pity. I was growing fond of Mrs. Peel. Unfortunately
Guilty until proven innocent?
Mother and Father know best.
I was hoping you could tell me.
You're getting yourself into terrible trouble, my son. Weather's turning very nasty and so am I.
I'm going to follow up on a hunch of my own. If I'm right, Mrs. Peel is innocent and you have a mole.
Where?
In your operation.
I'm warning you for the last time, Steed: whoever's behind all this, looks like Mrs. Peel, walks like Mrs. Peel and kills like Mrs. Peel.
A series of bizarre shifts in local weather patterns ...
Global warming?
Jungle plants in the Arctic? A lush English village transformed overnight into African scrubland? Blizzards in summer?
We know one thing. That suspect was not Mrs. Peel.
So you say ...
Oh, hello ...
We want Mrs. Peel.
Dead, I'm afraid.
Steed
How did you guess?
You reek of Mrs. Peel's Black Leather ...
It was you who gave Valentine Peel his security clearance ... you're the mole who betrayed the Ministry.
Mother betrayed me. She was going to replace me with a younger Father. Errand boy that's all I was. 'Find Steed...'
Well, you found me. Have a sniff of this, why don't you? Careful, the scent can be overpowering ...
Talk to the pipe, Mrs. Peel. That usually helps. Don't worry about me being invisible. Other than that I'm perfectly normal.
I see.
Or rather, you don't. Learnt the tricks in camouflage. Till this accident made a prang of things. How can I help you, Mrs. Peel?
Ah, here we are. Steed asked me to play a hunch: Valentine Peel.
Peter's brother? But
Halfbrother to be precise.
Now let's see ... Eton, Cambridge ... research into robotics and plastics. Overtaken by Peter's work on the physics of climate change ...
I know all this.
Do you also know that during your final experiment, your halfbrother inlaw was under surveillance?
Surveillance? By whom?
Father. She gave him an 'all clear' after a security test by Dr. Darling.
Who's now vanished.
Makes two of us.
Are you suggesting that Dr. Darling and Valentine were somehow in this together? But that's absurd.
I was getting to it.
Getting to what?
The World Council of Ministers meets tomorrow to convene the new global defense initiative
I fail to see
Under the circumstances Mother didn't see fit, but I think I can get you in ...
Well, I can't possibly go like this.
'X' marks the spot. The shoes were delivered to ... an island in Hyde Park. Surrounded by the Serpentine. On the site of a former Ministry installation...
... and now?
Privately owned by ...
Let me guess: Wonderland Weather.
Very good, Mrs. Peel ...
I shall need a small plane.
You're not venturing alone, surely.
I'm going to find out who killed my husband. Will you take these documents to Steed?
Your mission is simple. Find out how and why these agents died.
I'm no spy where do I fit in?
Think of it as special assignment, Mrs. Peel. With a twist. You're our chief suspect.
You're saying I have no choice.
Where's Mother?
Mobile HQ. In a blue funk. Can't take chances. I'm looking after things while he's hiding out ...

No, please! I beg you ...

Walk over to the window ...

Let it be rain, please let it be

Stay by the window. By the window.

Are you alright, young man?

I think so, thank you so much ...

Cocky little bastard. I hope he was a baddy.

I feel sure of it.

I'm Alice. Mother said you'd be on your way. Mrs. Peel with you?

She was ...

You with Mother or Father?

Both, actually.

Good. Glad to see they're together at last. They don't get along. Promotion. Top job. Most unfair. Quite a fuss at the Ministry.

You don't say. Like looking for a needle in a ...

Wonderland Weather Ltd.

This way ...

Mother. I thought you were burglars.

Brenda and I thought we'd drop in.

Weather's turning nasty.

You didn't come to talk about the weather, surely.

Oh yes I did. I want you to meet somebody. I expect you'll like her.

Your research into climate engineering was stateoftheart. Your experiments could have revolutionized our knowledge of global warming had they succeeded. We need your expertise.

Perhaps I'd better start calling you doctor again, Mrs. Peel

Think she really killed those agents?

She may not know. Theory goes she may be very ill.

Amnesia?

Possibly. Split personality ...

Insane ... ?

Who knows? If Dr. Darling is right, you should watch out.

Why?

She may try to kill you.

Something went wrong. System malfunction. Explosion. Mrs. Peel had a narrow escape. Suspected sabotage. Nothing proven. File still open.

How come you took so much interest in her, Dr. Darling?

Still doesn't. Better safe than sorry. She was in a dangerous game, Steed. High stakes. She may prove to be a risk. If she is, there's only one solution. Termination.

Anyone particular in mind?

You.

We had a lead to Wonderland Weather but we got there too late. Someone tipped them off ...

Too late anyway. Today's escapade was only for starters. This is no ordinary weather. It's manmade. A kind of weather bomb.

Impossible.

This man did you see him?

No. Her husband, she says. Alice tried to warn us. A trap. Tell Mother beware. Tell Father That's all.

You're accusing Mrs. Peel of killing her own husband?

Her husband suspected someone very close to the operation. On the day he died, he was setting a test. To prove to himself to us that his wife was beyond suspicion. He had to be certain. He said he was going to give Mrs. Peel something ...

Pity. I was growing fond of Mrs. Peel. Unfortunately

Guilty until proven innocent?

Mother and Father know best.

I was hoping you could tell me.

You're getting yourself into terrible trouble, my son. Weather's turning very nasty and so am I.

I'm going to follow up on a hunch of my own. If I'm right, Mrs. Peel is innocent and you have a mole.

Where?

In your operation.

I'm warning you for the last time, Steed: whoever's behind all this, looks like Mrs. Peel, walks like Mrs. Peel and kills like Mrs. Peel.

A series of bizarre shifts in local weather patterns ...

Global warming?

Jungle plants in the Arctic? A lush English village transformed overnight into African scrubland? Blizzards in summer?

We know one thing. That suspect was not Mrs. Peel.

So you say ...

Oh, hello ...

We want Mrs. Peel.

Dead, I'm afraid.

Steed

How did you guess?

You reek of Mrs. Peel's Black Leather ...

It was you who gave Valentine Peel his security clearance ... you're the mole who betrayed the Ministry.

Mother betrayed me. She was going to replace me with a younger Father. Errand boy that's all I was. 'Find Steed...'

Well, you found me. Have a sniff of this, why don't you? Careful, the scent can be overpowering ...

Talk to the pipe, Mrs. Peel. That usually helps. Don't worry about me being invisible. Other than that I'm perfectly normal.

I see.

Or rather, you don't. Learnt the tricks in camouflage. Till this accident made a prang of things. How can I help you, Mrs. Peel?

Ah, here we are. Steed asked me to play a hunch: Valentine Peel.

Peter's brother? But

Halfbrother to be precise.

Now let's see ... Eton, Cambridge ... research into robotics and plastics. Overtaken by Peter's work on the physics of climate change ...

I know all this.

Do you also know that during your final experiment, your halfbrother inlaw was under surveillance?

Surveillance? By whom?

Father. She gave him an 'all clear' after a security test by Dr. Darling.

Who's now vanished.

Makes two of us.

Are you suggesting that Dr. Darling and Valentine were somehow in this together? But that's absurd.

I was getting to it.

Getting to what?

The World Council of Ministers meets tomorrow to convene the new global defense initiative

I fail to see

Under the circumstances Mother didn't see fit, but I think I can get you in ...

Well, I can't possibly go like this.

'X' marks the spot. The shoes were delivered to ... an island in Hyde Park. Surrounded by the Serpentine. On the site of a former Ministry installation...

... and now?

Privately owned by ...

Let me guess: Wonderland Weather.

Very good, Mrs. Peel ...

I shall need a small plane.

You're not venturing alone, surely.

I'm going to find out who killed my husband. Will you take these documents to Steed?

Your mission is simple. Find out how and why these agents died.

I'm no spy where do I fit in?

Think of it as special assignment, Mrs. Peel. With a twist. You're our chief suspect.

You're saying I have no choice.

Where's Mother?

Mobile HQ. In a blue funk. Can't take chances. I'm looking after things while he's hiding out ...