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a voice --

MOTHER (O.S.)

Steed -- ?!

44 BACK TO SCENE

Steed swivels 'round to face -- upside down -- a man hanging like a bat from the ceiling

inches before him --

Pommaded hair, fat, dandyish: MOTHER, head of secret services; hands of extendable

metal hooks. And BRENDA, his beautiful leather-clad bodyguard. Who smiles

seductively.

STEED:

Mother. I thought you were burglars.

MOTHER:

Brenda and I thought we'd drop in.

Mother suits action to the word, drops into his wheelchair.

BRENDA:

See how you're getting on ...

STEED:

Something in the wind?

Mother wheels himself from the study. Taps a barometer. It whirls around.

MOTHER:

Weather's turning nasty.

STEED:

You didn't come to talk about the

weather, surely.

MOTHER:

Oh yes I did. I want you to meet

somebody.

(off Steed's look)

I expect you'll like her.

Brenda coolly files her nails. A flash of jealousy.

STEED:

'Her'?

45 INT. EMMA'S FLAT (PRIMROSE HILL) - DAY

A groovy penthouse (a Lichtenstein come to life?). Bach PIANO MUSIC floats in the

air.

Hands gliding over keys, Emma Peel plays with virtuoso skill. On the piano, a framed

picture of her late husband. And a photo of Emma between Peter and Valentine.

A KNOCK. Emma gets up, goes to the door. The MUSIC KEEPS PLAYING, keys

jumping up and down automatically, as --

46 AT DOOR

Emma flicks open a large automated eye. Peers thru. Opens

47 IN CORRIDOR

A MESSENGER (distinctive outfit) hands over a package tied in a bow.

MESSENGER:

Dr. Peel?

EMMA:

Thank you ...

Emma shuts the door. Unties the bow, opens up Finds an embossed card:

EMMA:

(reads)

'Please answer the Telephone.'

Emma looks:
The phone sits there.

Just then ... RING-RING. Emma goes over, picks up the phone. A recorded message,

an upper-class woman's voice:

WOMAN (V.O.)

(filtered)

Boodles Club, the Mall, 2:30 p.m.

Mr. John Steed ... Boodles Club,

the Mall, 2:
30 p.m. Mr. John

Steed ...

BEEP. The phone goes dead. Emma opens up the case. Unveils a brace of kippers.

Puzzled, she holds up a fish.

EMMA:

Kippers ...?

48 EXT. BOODLE-S CLUB (PALL MALL) - DAY

Near the Mall, outside white stucco buildings, a Lotus Elan pulls up and parks as a car

conveniently leaves, cutting off another angry CAR. HONK! A dash clock says 2:15.

Out gets --

-- Emma Peel, different attire. She climbs steps. On a brass plaque, "Boodles

Gentlemen's Club." She goes in, passing --

-- an astonished uniformed commissionaire.

49 INT. BOODLES' LOBBY - CONTINUOUS ACTION

A PORTER approaches her, equally surprised.

PORTER:

May I help you, madam ...

EMMA:

Mr. John Steed, please.

PORTER:

I'm afraid that's impossible.

EMMA:

Impossible?

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