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Have a look at this. |
I'll be back ... |
Where are you going? |
Laying in supplies, Mrs. Peel weather may get very nasty and I've no umbrella ... |
You needn't bother. I can't drag you further into this. After all, I am still the chief suspect. |
No bother. Mother and Father think I've joined you. I might as well. |
But |
Oh, and by the way, I think it's about time you got rid of that chip on your shoulder. |
If you'd been through what I have, you wouldn't |
Mrs. Peel? |
What kept you? |
The plot. Hello, we must be going ... |
'The owl and the pussycat went to sea ' |
'... in a beautiful pea green boat...' |
A fine night, Mrs. Peel ... |
Still a bit chilly ... |
English weather. You know, after all we've been through, I should say we deserve a long holiday ... |
Have you any place in mind? |
As a matter of fact I have ... |
I don't recall Siberia being this warm, Steed. |
It's the latest thing, Mrs. Peel. |
Our little paradise just made for two? |
Not quite. |
Our chaperon. |
Pity your mother came, too ... |
Ah ... sun tan lotion. Any shops nearby? |
Must be. Trubshaw's busy. I'll send Mother ... |
Good luck ... Peter ... Emma. |
Thanks, Valentine ... |
You. |
Darling Emma yes, we: the true genius behind the Prospero Project ... |
A slight miscalculation my face was burned beyond recognition. Fortunately my research into plastics came in handy ... |
Dr. Darling, Peter ... all you ... |
An unholy trinity ... |
You killed my husband. |
For starters. Of course I had to kill the Teddy Bears, as well ... |
Too many cooks |
Spoil the majority shareholders. In Wonderland Weather. I planned everything, even the Ministry recruiting you ... |
But I found you. All the clues led me here ... |
Of course. I planned that, too. |
But why? |
You disappoint me, Emma. Can't you guess? For you. It was all for you ... |
'Our revels now are ended.' |
Oh, no, Emma. They've only just begun ... |
Think of this as your second wedding feast ... |
I'm already married ... |
Come, come, you're a widow a most attractive widow. Now I think of it, we'll need a bridesmaid. Here. |
You know, I believe she's actually jealous. |
Valentine, listen to me ... |
Right, bridesmaid. Now what have I left out? Oh, yes, I know: the ring. |
Ring? |
That's better. I say, isn't this where you came in? It's impenetrable, by the way ... |
You're mad. |
Entirely. On the other hand Mad people get things done. Let me show you |
Such as? |
Destruction of their local weather systems. I can zap a thousand Chernobyls into the air. |
The result would be ... |
Chaos. Transport paralysis. Crop failure. Economic disaster. Frostbite or sunburn ... on a massive scale. You've seen a few samples... |
Then what's stopping you? |
One very small thing. A diamond 'cyclone' chip. A thousand times more information on a fraction of the size. If I possess that, my powers would be unlimited. My dear halfbrother was developing it. But he suspected sabotage. He gave the chip to ... you, 'Mrs.' Peel. I want you. But also your ring. |
The missing piece of the jigsaw. I tried to get you to give it to me as Peter; I tried to steal it from you as Dr. Darling. As myself I'll be a bit less subtle. With this ring my plan will be complete. |
How Wagnerian ... Do you mean to say you've waited all these years because you couldn't create a chip on your own? That would have amused Peter. |
Speaking of Peter, there's more good news: You won't even have to change your last name. You'll always be Mrs. Peel. |
What are my choices? |
Choices? |
I'll never marry you. |
Close. We're so hushhush, even we know nothing about it. Now let's see, there's coconut cake, date and walnut; I recommend the rum baba ... |
Hmmm ... |
Looks like rain, Steed... |
My number two. Special assignments. She's |
Let me guess 'Father'? |
How curious ... |
Something strange is happening. And whoever knows about it doesn't want us to find out. |
Father will be your controller. Steed here will show you the ropes. |
Ropes? |
Welcome to mobile H.Q. Weather's turning quite nasty. Sir August was blown to smithereens. Along with half of Banffshire. The Ministry's worried. |
He tried to warn us ... |
Would it be possible to use it for military purposes? |
Directed by laser. Bounced by satellite. Quite possible. |
London. The World Council of Ministers meets soon on global defence. If you can control the weather, you control the world. |
After the cold war ... |
I resign. |
You need treatment, Mrs. Peel. You can't resign. |
Watch me. |
What are you trying to do to me? |
We want to help...! |
I thought I was a widow. My husband ... the only man I ever loved ... is dead. For the rest of my life I have to live with that. |
The death of Peter Peel was a great loss. To us all ... |
To you ... ? |
Peter Peel was a first class agent. A senior operative. 'X' department Special operations. He was engaged in top secret research. Top priority. Government approved. |
The Institute ... the funding ... |
A cover ... for us. I'm sorry... |
Who? |
Quite frankly ... it could have been you. |
This is an official matter, Mrs. Peel. No need to take it personally. Where are you going? |
To find out who killed my husband. |
The doors and walls are monitored, Mrs. Peel. This is a very secure establishment. |
So am I. |
About your next assignment, Mrs. Peel ... |
Next assignment? |
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