RICHARDS : The death of Steed may only bring more hounds snapping at your heels.

VICTORIA: I’ve looked over the house, I’m afraid it does nothing for me.

STEED: Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. It is home.

VICTORIA: I’m speaking atmospherically of course.

STEED: Oh, of course.

VICTORIA: Perhaps, if you gave me to hold. Something personal. Your watch.

STEED HANDS HER HIS WATCH AND AS SHE TURNS AWAY HE HAS A WHISPERED CONVERSATION WITH PURDEY ASKING WHO DANTON IS.

PURDEY: Not even the time?

VICTORIA: You will receive news from afar.

PHONE RINGS AND STEED ANSWERS

PURDEY: That’s afar.

GAMBIT: Er, mind telling me what’s going on?

STEED: Certainly, we don’t know.

STEED: That’s incredible. It’s all so incredible.

GAMBIT: There’s a common scientific belief that messages like that are subconsciously controlled. Telepathic communication. Call it what you like.

VICTORIA: Why don’t you say that I pushed the glass?!

GAMBIT: You said something about a scar.

VICTORIA: Yes, through an eyebrow.

STEED: Like a boxer?

VICTORIA: I imagine so.

GAMBIT: Does that mean something?

STEED: I don’t know…but it rings a bell.

WALLACE: Why did you go and see Wigmore?

STEED: It’s a long story. Let’s just say that I got a message to say that he was in danger.

WALLACE: A message? From whom?

STEED: I rarely divulge the source of my information.

MCBAIN: Then I advise you to start.

STEED: I rarely take advice either.

VICTORIA: I’m sorry, it’s no good. Unless I’m in trance, I hear nothing.

GAMBIT: Well don’t mind us, go ahead and trance.

STEED: House arrest?!

PURDEY: Do not pass go, do not collect two hundred pounds.

STEED: I could get out of here anytime.

PURDEY: Why don’t you?

STEED: What?

PURDEY: Ask for political asylum.

STEED: Ask? Ask who?

PURDEY: Well…Scotland…you always liked it there.

PURDEY: Even if you did do it, I still think you’re innocent.