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She had this in her mouth. There, there...
For you, Mrs. Peel.
Thanks ... I see what you mean about letting me do the risking ... Hello?
But
Don't bother. Here's a bus ...
Not quite. This is my field.
Is there anything that isn't?
The Prospero Project was started by my husband. It was an early attempt to solve the problems of global warming. In theory, climate engineering is entirely feasible. We thought of injecting a chemical cocktail into the atmosphere by laser and satellite. A 'quick fix'...
Filling in mother nature's blind spots ... ?
Exactly. There'd been earlier attempts to pump carbon dioxide into deep sea. Propane gas mostly. In small quantities it captures chlorine. Protects the ozone layer. But it proved impractical. Too bulky ...
But if someone miniaturized the process...
That's what we were working on.
Sounds as if someone's hijacked your research.
Three agents killed by bad weather...
... And by you, Mrs. Peel ...
Then a mad millionaire. Head of a secret defense establishment. A group of eccentrics obsessed by weather ...
... And by you, Mrs. Peel. Everything points to you. No sisters? No undiscovered twin?
Not that I know of. Explanation?
According to Dr. Darling, you're a psychopathic personality with schizophrenic delusions, suffering from recurring amnesia based on traumatic repression, leading to outbursts of antisocial and violent behavior. Q.E.D.
Is that what you think?
Oh, well ... Just my type, Mrs. Peel.
Do you always drive this fast?
Have I trespassed on a male prerogative? We're being followed. I saw him at Trubshaw's ...
What, Lady Disdain? Are you yet breathing?
Barely.
You will let me know if you find that queen who's in need of protection, won't you?
This must be the last straw.
Here's the one that broke the camel's back.
Someone didn't want us to get to the party.
I expect we'll have to gatecrash.
Steed ... !
Mrs. Peel ... ?
Where am I?
The Winslow Home for Retired Lepidoptorists. I'm so sorry I struck you, Mrs. Peel. Please forgive me. I thought you were someone else ...
Was I?
I expect that's for you to know and me to find out ...
It was Peter I saw him ...
You followed me.
Orders.
To kill me?
Nothing personal.
I could save you the trouble.
No trouble.
Because you always obey orders ...
Always. Except ...
Yes ... ?
... when I don't. It comes down to one thing, Mrs. Peel. Trust.
And do you trust me?
I could be convinced, if ... I knew who poisoned me in the maze. That kiss ...
It wasn't me; you have my word.
Mmm ... what are you doing?
Keeping a stiff upper lip?
Is that all?
But you did suspect me.
Not for a moment.
You're playing games.
Aren't we all, Mrs. Peel?
I thought you played by the rules.
I thought you didn't.
I'm playing to win.
Winning isn't everything.
Please don't tell me it's how you play the game.
After you Mrs. Peel ...
No, after you.
You don't trust me?
As far as you trust me.
I told Mother I took care of you.
You lied.
I equivocated. But you're not their big worry at present. It's Dr. Darling: he's disappeared ...
Drat. Someone wants to implicate you in this affair, Mrs. Peel. Any idea who?
No idea who. No idea why ...
Teddy bears, cuckoo clocks, toys All children's things ...
... Or grownups, who still like to be children.
Quite. Any childhood friends? Enemies?
Not to speak of. Peter and I were both loners. There was nobody.
Very well. I have a friend who might be of assistance. He's at the Ministry. We'd better be careful.
I'm a wanted woman, I know ...
His name's Jones. 'Invisible' Jones.
Why's he called 'Invisible'?
You'll find out.
Aren't you coming?
I'll catch you up. Don't worry; he's expecting you.
We must hurry, Mrs. Peel ...
Hurry? What for? I'm just now
You didn't tell her?
There's a reception this evening. Colonel Jones thinks it advisable we attend.
Have we been invited?
What's that you're wearing?
It's called Black Leather.
Intoxicating. Here, have one of these.
What is it?
Limpet bomb. Small, very compact. From Trubshaw's.
When all this is over, we simply must get you out of that suit.
You first.
Shall we?
Trubshaw again? What now?
Snuff. I must insist you try some.
They're playing your song, Mrs. Peel.
'The Merry Widow?' I might have known. Where's the reception?
Bad news. Father's looking for you. Where are those bloody ministers?