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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?

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?