Screenplay by Don Macpherson
June 21, 1995
1 BLUE SKY WITH CLOUDS
PAN DOWN to reveal:
2 EXT - SALTFLATS - DAY
A flat horizon, stretching to infinity.
A 360 degree pan reveals: nothing. Deserted, no hiding places. No animals, no
humans, no objects. Except in mid distance --
3 RED PHONE BOX
brightly painted, traditional, comforting, belongs in a village green. Perfectly
ordinary -- except for its location.
Silence. Only the wind over the plain. Except --
The PHONE RINGS.
RING-RING ... a mellow, old-fashioned tone. We wait for someone to answer it. But
of course nothing and nobody for miles. Except --
4 IN DISTANCE
a CAR ENGINE ... A puff of smoke on the horizon ... VA-VA-VOOM of high geared
acceleration, as INTO VIEW
speeding like a bullet. Driven at maximum, breakneck speed, 125 mph. A petite open
top '65 Lotus Elan, all streamlined curves, full throttle, it nears the phone box, and --
SCREECHES to a halt.
Dust clears, ENGINE NOISE FADES. From the seat, hops --
6 KINKY BOOT
in black leather.
Buckled. Strap at ankle. Crunching into the ground.
PAN UP TO:
7 BEAUTIFUL WOMAN
late 20's. In CLOSEUPS of -- Tight black leather catsuit. A flash of auburn hair.
Black leather like a second skin. Smoothed over legs, thighs. Buckled at wrists, straps
at ankles, zips --
Pulled up over flesh. This is EMMA PEEL, scientist. Sexual, invulnerable, cool. Very
cool. She locks up at clouds in the sky. Then steps across to the phone box. Picks up
How now brown cow ...
The rain in Spain falls mainly
on the plain ...
The quick brown fox jumped over
the lazy --
From the receiver, an irritated official voice.
Password affirmative. Thank you,
Emma puts down receiver. Hangs a cardboard outside the phone box. Then presses
button bakelite box.
A second's wait. A coin from the slot. Then a HUM as --
8 INSIDE PHONE BOX
the floor lowers automatically. Emma disappears. Hanging outside the box, a notice
now reads "Out of Order."
Next to the call box we notice a sign: an arrow pointing into the desert: "London 84
9 INT. LABORATORY
underground. Emma descends on the lift platform; steps into a research lab in retro hi
tech. Walks past assistants, down long pink and orange steel corridors, Werner von
Braun goes disco. Nears a door, marked: "Prospero Project -- Authorized Personnel
Only." Logo with lightning emerging from a cloud.
10 FROM AIRLOCK DOOR
A man enters, older. In matching leather suit: like an astronaut. Early 40's, handsome,
charismatic, with swept-back silver-black hair. His name tag: DR. PETER PEEL.
Peter fixes her name tag: DR. EMMA PEEL; runs a finger down over her breast. She
Ready as I'll ever be ...
Mutual erotic, intellectual attraction. Peter takes her hand and they walk down:
11 LONG CORRIDOR
air-lock doors: a series of sealed chambers inside a hitech Labyrinth --
A man joins them. A shyer, bespectacled, less handsome version of Peter. On his name
tag: DR. VALENTINE PEEL -- brother and partner.
In b.g., a countdown starts, ECHOING thru the lab
Atmospheric pressure checked, antenna ready...
Thermal chamber ready ... Compression module
set ... Temperature control on course between
one and one forty ... Water turbulence steady ...
Valentine smiles, shrugs --
Good luck ... Peter ... Emma.
Thanks, Valentine ...
Emma gives him a quick peck on the cheek.
A shy look from Valentine at Emma. Peter senses
Just a minute, darling. My brother's a
worry wart. I better have a word ...
Peter takes Valentine over to one side. Emma checks gauges and dials. Behind her a
conversation. Peter returns.
He takes a ring from his finger --
12 CLOSEUP - DIAMOND GEM
on a gold ring.
13 BACK TO SCENE
He slips it onto her finger.
Something to remember me by.
Peter smiles. The remark strikes Emma as curious. But no time to query. She smiles
back. He gives her a kiss --
(checks his watch)
See you in an hour ...
One sunny day ...
The countdown ECHOES around them as they separate.
14 IN DISTANCE
Valentine watches her.
15 INT. LAB CHAMBER
Inside a bed of ice, Emma is lowered by hydraulic machine into a steel radioactive
thermal chamber, glowing eerily blue
The effect is very cold. Frozen. Numb. Like a sci-fi Sleeping Beauty, beauty
entombed and sealed in a glass coffin. Plunged down into a vault. Opposite her --
In another glass coffin, Peter Peel, is lowered down.
16 FROM EMMA'S POV
The sound of their HEARTBEATS. Their BREATHING. BLEEP and PULSE OF
ELECTRONICS. Thru glass and leather. Like cerebral sex. Technological, erotic.
Peter winks at her -- Emma locks longingly at him, as --
17 UP IN CONTROL ROOM
Valentine watches behind glass. Like a kid excluded from a bedroom. He attends to
dials. And to his female assistant --
Readings still normal ...
The assistant smiles oddly. FOCUS ON --
An insignia tattooed on her neck: "X404." A replicant.
They monitor screens. A DULL HUM.
18 EXT. SALTFLATS - DAY
A weather antenna emerges from the ground: an enigmatic phallic silver blob, like a
Koons sculpture. The sun glints off it ...
19 DOWN BELOW
A temperature gauge rises.
The ice is infused with pulsating colors: purple -- blue -- green -- red. Starts to heat
up as if --
It soaks up temperature: from cold to hot in instants.
20 CLOSEUP - WHITE GLOVED HAND ON DIAL
"CUMULUS COLLECTOR." The graphs accelerate, but over the dull HUM -- a
MURMUR, a BREATH. As Emma's HEARTBEAT rises
The gloved hand turns up the dial, past a red danger mark.
Suddenly a BLIP. Something wrong.
21 DOWN IN HIS VAULT
Peter Peel's "coffin" starts to overheat. Peter reacts --
(intercom cutting out)
Losing control -- malfunction
in thermal chamber -- for Christ's
-- Emm --!
22 IN CONTROL ROOM
Needles push off the dials, as --
The ice swells: strange mix of colors, absorbing heat and energy in clusters of molten
metal ... steam and sparks ignite ... Valentine's eyes widen in alarm ...
Five -- four -- three -- two --
one ... Three -- two -- one ...
Three -- two -- one ...
23 INSIDE COFFIN
Peter's glass cracks
The emergency light goes on -- the ALARM sounds -- lab assistants running ...
24 IN HER COFFIN
Emma realizes; looks to Peter --
25 EXT. SALTFLATS - DAY
The "Koons" antenna is drawing a strange purple cloud towards it, from otherwise blue
sky ... siphoning the purple atmosphere down itself into
26 INT. CONTROL ROOM - CONTINUOUS ACTION
Thru the air ducts the purple cloud starts to billow ... Panic stations! Valentine looks
aghast at the graphs: all systems fucked, over the intercom --
Emma, Peter, get out! It's going to explode!
FROM Valentine's anguished face TO Emma's face, as
27 FROM HER VAULT
Emma undoes the straps, clambers out of her pod
28 ANGLE (IN DREAMLIKE SLOW MOTION)
Emma clambers onto her husband's pod -- in a sequence eternally replayed for her as a
29 BACK TO SCENE
Get out! Leave him -- ! Emma!
30 RAPID INTERCUTS
The purple smoke enveloping Peter's pod, soft caresses -- Peter struggling within,
looking at Emma --
Her leatherclad limbs straddled over his glass coffin. Her HEARTBEAT sounds ... She
grabs, claws on glass --
Her fist draws back, blam! blam! blam! three deadly blows, Emma SMASHES the pod
cover, it --
Cracks -- splinters -- not breaking -- obscuring his face inside like a spider's web, as
Don't wait for him -- he's not --
Breathless, blood smeared on glass, Emma's gashed fist bleeds thru torn leather glove --
twisted mass of flesh and glass -- GROWLING sound growing as:
31 ABOVE GROUND
The voluminous purple cloud being sucked by the antenna...!
32 CLOSEUP ON EMMA'S DIAMOND RING
gleaming thru a tear of blood as she pounds the glass --
33 BACK TO SCENE
Emma ... Emma ...
As a GROWLING sound grows till
BOOM! An EXPLOSION rocks the vault -- flames burst out -- sound and vision
separate -- Emma hears explosion as a slow moving tear thru her psyche. A trauma.
34 ANGLE (IN EXTREME SLOW MOTION)
The blast flings Emma back thru space, flying unconscious as if in a dream, floating
backwards in --
A milky way op-art swirl of glass and steel fragments, now -- out of control,
weightless, powerless, as --
The background of sealed doors, white corridors all vanish. A spinning, black void
opens up behind her, as her eyes shut, head falls back --
An orgasmic, dream of near-death, as a CRASH OF MUSIC BEGINS a hip new
version of the "AVENGERS" THEME TUNE --
35 SERIES OF SHOTS
In stark silhouette The swishing of a bowler hat spinning thru space
An umbrella tossed in the air, flicked like a deadly weapon --
A rich velvety feel, key colors black/white/red. Dandyish and erotic followed by blasts
of violence, dreamy op-art puzzles and psychedelic patterns over --
A sensuous BLACK, background -- slowly revealed to be a woman's leather-clad
In silhouette -- A bowler hatted man, Steed, a catsuited woman Emma. Flashes of:
hair -- eye -- a red rose -- in bloom -- petals folding and unfolding, then tightly shut.
A thorned stem, sharp to the touch --
FROM black and white INTO color -- leather Background metamorphosing into black
and white of a chessboard as ...
A medieval knight moves around its queen in a formal dance --
A fetishistic attention to detail: leather catsuit, swish of legs, boots ... hair tossed
back - - red nails over black ... creamy white skin ... zips ...
A silhouetted man in bowler hat in Savile Row suit -- old Etonian knotted tie --
umbrella stabs like a sword --
Umbrella with knotted stems of a rose furling round -- then a tear, gash -- rose cut and
tossed into --
His lapel. Until, at the end: together in silhouette.
Bowler hat thrown, skimming, swishing thru air, until --
Now only a single HEARTBEAT ... BA-BOOM ... BA-BOOM ...
PISTOL SHOTS OVER as:
36 INT. EMMA'S BEDROOM - PRE-DAWN
A gasp as Emma wakes abruptly from her nightmare, years later, startled by the shots,
naked beneath satin sheets. Her HEARTBEAT FADES as she looks around her Klaus
Oldenberg room, vinyl comforter, satin sheets. A toss of her hair.
Looks more mature. Sexual, haunted. Mrs. Emma Peel -- widow.
Same every night. Next to the clock, a framed photo of her dead husband, Peter Peel.
From outside ANOTHER SHOT ...
Emma flings on a satin robe, goes to the window and sees --
37 HER POV
a CAR zooooming past, its bowler-hatted driver racing thru early morning streets. The
damn thing BACKFIRES again ...
38 BACK TO SCENE
Emma frowns, annoyed.
39 EXT. STREETS - DAWN
Zoom! The sleek, sporty black Jaguar SS100 burns down deserted streets. Inside is a
bowler-hatted man --
JOHN STEED, late 30's. Handsome English gent, roguish looks, dandy's clothes. A
Beau Brummel figure in a Savile Row suit, velvet collar, embroidered waistcoat.
A debonair Etonian, Steed oozes charm, wit and - when he chooses to -- hard-edged,
steely menace. He drives through --
40 LONDON (1999)
This is 'Avengersland': a parallel world painted by Rene Magritte, forever England.
Bright pinks, greens and reds, an imperial city in final decadent bloom. White stucco
buildings. Regency style in candy colors. A surreally 90's city like a hipper, edgier
version of the 60's preserved in aspic, where --
Over the RADIO, a plummy voice:
... The War Office today approved military
expenditure for the nation's new defense alert
system. A spokesman said he would raise the
matter at the forthcoming World Council of
Ministers, but that a state of vigilance was
still necessary in the uncertain climate.
As Steed turns into a mews, we realize that in this kinky, pop world, ordinary life does
not intrude. No traffic. No extras. Nothing to spoil the view.
As the radio continues with a weather forecast, Steed --
41 EXT. STEED'S GARAGE - DAWN
Steed's car enters his garage -- Door closes as --
42 INT. STEED'S FLAT - DAWN
but the curtains are still drawn so the place is dark.
A large bachelor's den. Dark wood, leather armchairs ...
Steed enters his library from a concealed door --
Titles on wine and birdwatching. He clicks the door, goes to his drinks cabinet. Pours
a brandy. Hears a noise ...
Instantly on guard. In his glass, sees a shadowy reflection move. Steed peers 'round a
corner. Sees a silhouetted figure stand over his desk -- a burglar?
Steed sneaks up behind -- raises his umbrella, and --
Crack! Brings the umbrella down -- on the suspect's head. Who manages to dodge,
swivel 'round, and --
Bam! Delivers an expert blow to Steed's stomach. A rapid exchange of blows. Steed
recoils, about to jab the umbrella, when --
His assailant about to deliver a kick to his crotch -- Steed covers the area -- bam! a
spiked heel hits his bowler -- as the curtains are drawn back, light floods in -- they
Steed knows his opponent: a lethal blonde in red leather.
Brenda -- ?
43 FROM ABOVE HIM
a voice --
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
Mother. I thought you were burglars.
Brenda and I thought we'd drop in.
Mother suits action to the word, drops into his wheelchair.
See how you're getting on ...
Something in the wind?
Mother wheels himself from the study. Taps a barometer. It whirls around.
Weather's turning nasty.
You didn't come to talk about the
Oh yes I did. I want you to meet
(off Steed's look)
I expect you'll like her.
Brenda coolly files her nails. A flash of jealousy.
45 INT. EMMA'S FLAT (PRIMROSE HILL) - DAY
A groovy penthouse (a Lichtenstein come to life?). Bach PIANO MUSIC floats in the
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.
Thank you ...
Emma shuts the door. Unties the bow, opens up Finds an embossed card:
'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:
Boodles Club, the Mall, 2:30 p.m.
Mr. John Steed ... Boodles Club,
the Mall, 2:30 p.m. Mr. John
BEEP. The phone goes dead. Emma opens up the case. Unveils a brace of kippers.
Puzzled, she holds up a fish.
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.
May I help you, madam ...
Mr. John Steed, please.
I'm afraid that's impossible.
The Porter points to a notice: "No non-members. No animals. No women."
You are female?
As you see.
Then you can't come in.
I have an appointment.
No women. Not in Boodles. Not
Really -- what happened in 1922?
Bored, Emma breezes past, already inside the hall. Old mahogany, portraits of dead
politicians, leather chairs. A male enclave.
The Porter rushes up to restrain her.
Hardly missing a step, Emma lays a gentle hand on his shoulder -- finds the nerve ends.
The Porter winces and --
Thank you so much. I can find Mr.
Steed myself ...
-- collapses on the ground in agony. Emma ignores him. Pushes thru double doors,
upstairs, statues of naked bronze warriors frown down on her, into
50 INT. BOODLES - TURKISH BATHS - DAY
Thru a cloud of steam in an oriental room
Steed sits naked save for a towel. He hears a disturbance, thru the mist, sees --
Emma before him. Automatically, Steed dons his bowler and tips it in her direction.
Doctor Peel, I presume?
And you must be Steed. Please
don't get up.
He doesn't. HISSING STEAM between them as they study.
I was about to throw in the towel.
I had a spot of bother at the door.
I shouldn't wonder. Not a woman
inside Boodles since --
1922. Why the kippers?
Red herring would have been too
obvious, don't you think?
So what was all this -- some sort
Congratulations, you've penetrated a
bastion of male privilege. I guessed
you weren't a stickler for Tradition,
Whereas you are.
Dyed in the wool. But I can admire
someone who doesn't play by the
Rules are made to be broken.
Not by me. Play by the rules,
Doctor, or the game is nothing.
And just what is the game?
I say, this is all terribly formal.
Must I go an calling you Dr. Peel?
(re: the steamroom)
Under the circumstances, you may
call me Mrs. Peel.
And now that we've settled the matter
of honorifics, will you kindly explain
why you wished me to meet you?
I didn't. Mother did.
Steed steps closer, smiling.
I expect you'll like him.
Off Emma's reaction --
51 EXT. THAMES RIVER (NEAR WHITEHALL) - DAY
CAR ROAR OVER. Down the embankment Parliament and Big Ben in b.g., the sleek
Jaguar zooms at 60mph. Steed dodges traffic --
Wearing racing goggles, windscreen down --
Executes a nifty maneuver, swerves on a zebra crossing, scatters pedestrians,
HONKING his HORN. Beside him, Emma is cool as a cucumber. Steed turns
Tea time -- four o'clock. Mustn't
A word of warning. Don't take the
macaroon. Mother's favorite.
Steed swerves down a narrow alleyway, into a secret car park entrance by the
riverbank. He pulls up before a sign:
RIVER THAMES WATER AUTHORITY
At a control barrier Steed inserts a card. Emma sees a light flash up: "Security -- Top
Priority Clearance Only." The barrier lifts. She looks again at Steed, reappraising him
as Big Ben approaches four. The car disappears in darkness ...
52 LARGE WINDOW CURTAIN
opens, revealing water! We are beneath the Thames -- garbage and fish float past a
window of reinforced glass. An original Campbell's tomato soup can floats down as we
WIDEN to reveal ...
53 INT. SECRET SERVICE HQ - UNDERWATER - DAY
Mother in his wheelchair, pulling the curtain cord.
That's better. I much prefer a
womb with view, don't you, Mrs.
A delicate CLOCK on the mantel CHIMES FOUR.
Mother wheels himself forward and hooks onto the kettle.
Shall I be mother?
He pours, presiding like a fat spider at the center of a subterranean web, known as The
Ministry: a vast bureaucracy in a labyrinth of tunnels.
Catches Emma's wandering lock
I expect you're wondering where
An atmosphere of a gentleman's club reigns in the subterranean bureau -- Emma takes
her tea ...
Don't tell me: You're the shadow secret
service. You're so hushhush, even the
legit secret service knows nothing about
it. Am I right?
Bodyguard Brenda, a glam leather Moneypenny, wheels a trolley brimming with fancies
over to Emma and Steed.
Close. We're so hush-hush, even
we know nothing about it.
(before Emma can
make sense of this)
Now let's see, there's coconut cake,
date and walnut; I recommend the
rum baba ...
Looks like rain, Steed...
... Showers followed by sunny periods.
(looks up from
We're not here to talk about the
Oh, yes we are.
(to Emma, cunning)
Emma hesitates; takes a cake. About to take a bite, when --
Mother switches off lights. A screen drops, covering the water window as the mood
changes from coziness to terror -- an ancient PROJECTOR RATTLES on ...
54 IN DARKNESS
Emma watches on the wall, an official Ministry film of macabre death tableaux in the
We've had a series of bizarre weather reports.
We kept them hush-hush and sent agents into
the field for data. Case number one:
April 14, 3:35 P.M., Special Agent Simkins
investigating mysterious fires in corn circles.
A field outside the village of Little Snoring,
one of the hottest days of the year. Trapped
by a sudden blizzard. Found frozen to death
in a giant ice cube -- like a mammoth in
(the picture changes)
Case two: Pilot Raymond Shaw, May 6, 11:28 A.M.
Took off from a deserted airstrip near Stoke Poges,
investigating bizarre atmospheric reports. A freak
rainstorm downed him. Knocked unconscious by a
flying fish, falling from 15,000 feet. Twenty-five
inches of rain in eight minutes, over an area the size
of a cricket pitch ...
(the picture changes)
... Case three: June 2, 5:43 P.M. Defense Chief
Major Courtnay. Remains discovered in a turnip
field near Ashby de la Zouche. Our boffins
recorded a sudden blast of heat. Scorched earth,
temperature of 1000 degrees. Spontaneous
combustion. Not much of him left ...
CLICK. The lights go back on. Emma notices - a new arrival
a tall, striking OLDER WOMAN; dark glasses.
My number two. Special assignments.
Let me guess -- 'Father'?
FATHER (OLDER WOMAN)
All happy families here, Mrs. Peel.
Father's dark glasses turn to Emma like a hawk. Runs her fingers over Emma's face.
Gets the outline. Emma realizes --
Blind ... Father smiles.
God, you're quick.
Have a look at these, Mrs. Peel --
He passes 'round a box of evidence related to the screen events: Steed investigates a
pair of black shoes and bowler; Emma, a fish. The shoes have agent Simkins' name
in them ...
Ah ... From Trubshaw's. My
A kipper. Or a red herring? What were
A series of bizarre shifts in local weather
Jungle plants in the Arctic? A lush
English village transformed overnight
into African scrubland? Blizzards in summer?
How curious ...
Something strange is happening. And
whoever knows about it doesn't want
us to find out.
Your mission is simple. Find out
how and why these agents died.
I'm no spy -- where do I fit in?
Your research into climate engineering was
state-of-the-art. Your experiments could
have revolutionized our knowledge of global
warming -- had they succeeded. We need
Perhaps I'd better start calling you doctor
again, Mrs. Peel --
Emma hesitates, unsure for the first time ...
I'm not sure I'm ready to return to work.
I've been out of action for some time. I'll
consider your proposal.
She gets up, ready to go.
One moment, Mrs. Peel. There's another
special reason we wanted you to join our
happy family; rather curious, actually ...
Mother hits the lights. He flicks the video into slow-mo. File thru image clarification,
Eye witness reports. Strangers in the area.
One description tallied in all three places.
Emma locks. On the screen comes -- Emma Peel. Steed reacts.
Me, isn't it?
Emma stares at the screen: incredible. Like a twin sister.
Think of it as special assignment, Mrs. Peel.
With a twist. You're our chief suspect.
You're saying I have no choice.
Father will be your controller. Steed here
will show you the ropes.
55 INT. SECRET SERVICE HQ SHOOTING GALLERY
A life-size target of a man with blank face, bowler hat and umbrella, flips up, and --
BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! Is riddled with holes by
Emma, who works at reloading as
56 HIGH ABOVE IN ONE-WAY MIRRORED GALLERY
looking on, Mother with Steed.
Think she really killed those agents?
She may not know. Theory goes she
may be very ill.
Possibly. Split personality ...
Insane ... ?
Who knows? If Dr. Darling is right,
you should watch out.
She may try to kill you.
57 IN SHOOTING GALLERY
Emma swiftly turns, aims, and --
BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! FIRES with dead-eye precision.
All on target. Steed reacts. Ulp.
Perhaps I ought to talk with Dr.
58 INT. SECRET SERVICE HQ PSY OPS ROOM
A gallery of portraits of Emma Peel projected on the wall based on Warhol's Jackie
(1964) -- Poignant, inscrutable, fascinating, iconic -- blown up, dissected, analyzed.
The swirling newspaper dots cover Mother and Steed like bubbles from a light show.
As DR. DARLING, head of the Ministry's Psychological Operations (Psy Ops) -- a
kind of spy version of Timothy Leary, briefs them. In his thick dark glasses and beard,
Darling's obsessive interest in Emma adds a sinister air.
One key point: Mrs. Peel is a widow:
she's obsessively devoted to the memory
of her husband the scientist Peter Peel.
You may find her a little ... remote.
Images of Peter Peel on the wall. Of Emma with him.
They were a team. Met at Cambridge.
Working on a top secret research mission
into weather conditions, code name The
Prospero Project, when Peel died.
Steed looks meaningfully at Mother.
Something went wrong. System malfunction.
Explosion. Mrs. Peel had a narrow escape.
Suspected sabotage. Nothing proven. File
How come you took so much interest
in her, Dr. Darling?
Her husband was one of ours.
(eyes Peel's photo,
Peel? Did she know?
Still doesn't. Better safe than sorry. She
was in a dangerous game, Steed. High
stakes. She may prove to be a risk. If
she is, there's only one solution. Termination.
Anyone particular in mind?
OFF Steed's reaction. CLASHING BLADES OVER ...
59 INT. SECRET SERVICE FENCING SALON
Steed and Emma (new outfit), cross swords. Like everything else she does, Emma is a
champion. Steed is hard put. Both fence attached to cables -- very high-tech
Steed is in white; Emma (natch), in black ... yin and yang ...
You're a lady of hidden talents,
Mrs. Peel ...
I've no intention of hiding them ...
... marksman ...
... swordsman ...
... To what do you attribute your
Fast swordplay. Tic-tac-tic-tac-tic. Steed's good, too.
My father always wanted a boy.
Really? I fail to see the connection.
I had a feeling you would. Touche!
She lunges; her foil tips right into the heart on Steed's chest. BUZZ! Steed removes
his mask; holds her foil tip.
I take your point.
Emma takes off her mask.
Yes indeed. I need protection.
60 EXT. SIGN - DAY
"Trubshaw's of Jermyn Street, since 1756." Steed's Jag parked in front -- of course
there's a space. Getting out
I thought we were on our way.
Oh, absolutely, but Trubshaw's a man
worth meeting. No point setting out
Or half cocked.
61 CLOSEUP - TRUBSHAW
slips Steed's hand-made shoes an. The "lasts" shapes of shoes beside him -- bear
I couldn't agree more. Thank you,
Very good, Mr. Steed.
WIDEN to reveal:
62 INT. TRUBSHAW'S GENTLEMEN'S SHOP - DAY
A bull moose's antlers. A horned rhino. A Leopard. A tiger. Then next to them, in a
wall of hunting trophies Emma paces impatiently beneath them. Shop assistants attend
in tails and wing-collars, very old school tie. Steed emerges helped into a new flashy
(gags at the waistcoat)
Steed, we really must be --
(relishing his shoes)
Ahh. Perfect fit. The luxury of a
hand-made shoe. As unique as a face
or a fingerprint. Or should I say DNA?
63 BEHIND DISPLAY
Eyes watching Emma and Steed rise ...
You can but I wish you wouldn't ...
Thank you, Trubshaw ...
A youngish man -- in black polo neck, Beatle-cut mop, pauting lips, smart suit, druggy
high-pitched giggle. BAILEY, a cocky, cool psychopath. He watches Steed and
Emma leave ...
... and saunters after them ... CAR ROAR OVER.
64 EXT. LONDON STREETS - DAY
as the Jag races through them, heading for the country.
That place is so absurd, so out of date ...
Do you really think so?
Another car follows them ... as they pass Buckingham Palace, now painted pink and
guarded by female grenadiers ...
reading: "Scotland" with an arrow, as Steed and Emma zoom past in the Jag ...
Press that button, would you?
66 CLOSEUP - SPECIAL DASHBOARD COMPARTMENT
opens, revealing a tea service: a samovar of tea, feeding into a pre-warmed pot,
pouring into two china cups ...
WIDEN to reveal:
67 INT. JAG - DAY
Emma, reacts, pours from the samovar ...
Sorry. Didn't mean to interrupt
your flow of oratory ...
Steed's JAG BACKFIRES again as at the beginning ...
You know what I mean. This car
-- and you. Nobody walks around
like that. Milk?
Not all Tradition is bad, Mrs.
Peel. No thank you.
She hands over a cup.
But why? What's the point?
A Gentleman has to have a code.
This is part of mine. A uniform.
Think of it as my suit of shining
And I suppose you're the knight.
The most unpredictable piece on
the board. And always ready to
protect his queen.
That's predictable. When I find
a queen in need of protection
I'll let you know.
Steed looks in the mirror. Behind them, a car. Tailing?
I'm hoping you will.
He puts his foot down. Zoom ...
68 EXT. COUNTRYSIDE - DAY
Towards picturesque Scotland. The JAG ROARS by - then the other car ...
69 INT. JAG - DAY
Emma consults a list, reads --
Sir August Merryweather ... why
are we seeing him first?
As per mother's instructions.
Do we always follow Mother's
For a man in my position --
Just what is your position, if you don't
mind my asking. How did a stuffed
shirt like you get into this line of work?
They call me in when they've reached a
dead end. Freelance. Like yourself.
I have no choice. Why should you
risk your life?
After our fencing match, I was rather
hoping you would do the risking.
I meant me.
Emma takes in Steed's evasive answers. Sighing, she pours.
70 EXT. HIGHLANDS - DAY
The Jag winds around Loch Ness, followed by the car.
According to Mother, Sir August owns
half of the Highlands. A millionaire.
Former head of Special Projects at the
Ministry. Now ...
An eccentric recluse?
71 INT. JAG - DAY
Not so much eccentric. More barking
mad. He has a wife called June. And
a daughter somewhere -- Julie.
June, July ... August?
The family does seem to be somewhat
Any other vices?
All of a piece, really. A fanatical
weatherman. Chairman of BROLLY.
(off her look)
British Royal Organisation For
Lasting Liquid Years. Thinks British
weather has been tampered with
by ... aliens.
Emma takes this in.
So ... I distract him while you snoop
Small talk. Try the weather.
72 EXT. HUGE COUNTRY HOUSE - DAY
Steed and Emma speed up to the huge open main gates
Signs: "Private: No Admittance." Guards in hunting gear and plus fours, with loaded
rifles. They start up the drive ...
Several peacocks on the lawn fan open their beautiful tails.
One of them, a mechanical peacock whose thousand eyes CLICK with the WHIR of a
The other car pulls in behind. Inside, reveal Bailey watching them.
73 INT. MANOR HOUSE CORRIDOR - DAY
On a tartan carpet, a SCOTTIE BARKS furiously at a set of EXPIRING BAGPIPES
on the floor. PAN UP to reveal:
A BUTLER leading Emma down the corridor --
-- where she admires the eccentric fixtures, pausing to note a large teddy bear outfit
with tartan trimmings instead of the usual suit of armor.
This way, miss ...
He opens the double doors, admitting Emma into
74 INT. A LARGE ROOM
of semi-tropical climate. Jungle plants, parakeets, snakes. Walls lined with display
cabinets and bell jars: stuffed birds, butterflies, spiders. A thermometer reads:
100 degrees with high humidity. The Butler leaves.
Emma fans herself. Nobody in the roam. But hears a sound of RAINFALL from a
smoked glass conservatory.
Sir August ... ? Sir August ... ?
Eh? In here!
Emma follows the SOUND, steps cautiously forward.
75 INT. CONSERVATORY
beneath a sprinkler system of torrential rain, an old man splashes in bizarre rubber togs.
Emma stays cool.
I've come to apply for membership
in Brolly --
(shouts above the tempest)
You don't get rain like you used to in
England. A good shower that's the ticket.
Stiffens resolve, puckers the spirit, quells
the namby-pamby in a man.
SIR AUGUST steps out of the shower and wind machine. A belted rubber macintosh,
flippers, goggles. He starts to disrobe, the NOISE DIES DOWN --
I so agree. How did you acquire a
taste for it?
Out in India. So character-forming for the
British. Not the heat. Good Lord, no. The
rain, dash it. A good monsoon. Fifteen
inches overnight. A whole week of lovely
rain. I remember one summer in Jaipur ...
Sir August removes his goggles, recognizes her.
Have we met?
You mean you don't recall??
Before Emma can reply, the door opens...
Ah, Lady June ...
Emma's attention switches to LADY JUNE, a buxom lady in a sou'wester and galoshes,
who wheels in a tray of scones.
Dear August. Loves his showers.
Like a baby.
Scones, Mrs. Peel?
Thank you, Lady -- June ...
Emma sees Sir August gazing wistfully out of the window, which is rapidly
Ah, beautiful. Just as he promised.
Promised? Who promised?
Emma looks, sees rain start to pitter-patter on the windows. Emma exchanges looks
with June as the rain starts pouring.
Imagine being caught out in a blow
76 EXT. MOORLAND - DAY
THUNDER and lightning -- Steed is caught out in it; puts up his umbrella; wanders
over the brow of a hill, past a big sign: "No Trespassers." Rains more. And more.
Turns to a tempest, as --
I say, this is a bit much.
Lashed by rain ' Steed carries on to the brow of the hill. He looks over, peers through
the mist at --
A deep purple cloud. Mushrooming towards him.
Steed can't escape it. It envelops him. Starts to blink. Cough. Footsteps less sure.
Surrounded by thick purple haze
Steed stumbles and falls
Down a hill. Tumbles to the bottom. He knocks his head on a rock. Steed blinks,
shakes his head. Eyes refocus. He sees
77 UNDULATING SAND DUNES
Sun shining down on yellow sand, a barren vista. Dead trees. Suddenly Steed's in the
Sahara. A heat haze shimmers.
Steed blinks, thinks he's dreaming when he sees ...
78 IN DISTANCE - RED PHONE BOX
Steed heads towards it. The PHONE BOX seems further away. Like an optical
illusion. Then hears RINGING.
Steed still bowler-hatted. Overcoat. Perspiring. Takes off bowler, wipes brow.
Adjusts rose in buttonhole. It wilts.
He arrives at the phone box. Opens the door. Steed picks up the RINGING PHONE,
listens to --
A SCRATCHY ORCHESTRAL RECORDING of "The Merry Widow."
'The Merry Widow'...?
Over the MUSIC, a strange --
... Hello ... Hello? ... Who the
hell...? Who is this? ... You must
leave the test area. I repeat,
leave the area ... Help is on the
CLICK. The line goes dead. Steed is baffled. Steps out, sees --
79 ON HORIZON
a shimmering heat haze. A figure on a camel moving towards them. Steed watches
amazed, as the camel pads closer ...
The mirage arrives. The rider dismounts. A woman in yashmak and veils. She draws
closer. Drops the veils to reveal --
Emma Peel. In her black leather catsuit.
Mrs. Peel. Good of you to drop by.
And I see you're wearing your -
Emma moves closer. Steed smiles at her. Emma closer and -- chop! -- gives a kung-fu
jab to the throat, a kick to the balls, a jab to the stomach. As Steed lies on the
Manners, Mrs. Peel.
Emma takes out a .38 GUN, points at his heart, FIRES --
BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! FOUR SHOTS --
80 EMMA'S POV
-- The bullets strike his chest. Round his heart. Steed slumps back on the sands. Eyes
moves over him. Drops a small toy snowshaker into his curled fingers. Blows a good
82 STEED'S POV 82
The sun. Clouds roll by. The camel peers down at him.
FADE TO BLACK.
Sound of CLACKING ...
83 INT. SECRET SERVICE HOSPITAL - DAY
A hospital ward. Empty apart from one bed. A nurse (Brenda in her red leather), her
spiked heels clacking on the floor, brings over a cup of tea to
Steed in a hospital bed. Who wakes, surprised to see Emma. Peering over him. Very
nonchalant. Eating his grapes.
Ah, Brenda ...
(as she leaves)
You should be dead. How do you
You were very lucky. Four shots to
the heart. I found you after I slipped
away from Sir August. Mother brought
you here. Not me you should thank.
I wasn't about to.
I mean your man Trubshaw. Your
bullet-proof waistcoat. I thought
you were just overdressed.
I might say the same.
84 FROM GALLERY
Mother with Dr. Darling taking notes. Emma looks up at them. Drops to a whisper.
But they both are wearing headphones.
Mother and Dr. Darling have me
under observation. They think I
tried to kill you.
Why should they think that?
You told them. You said I arrived
on a camel, shot you four times.
Left you for dead.
Frankly that's how I remember it.
But that's absurd. I may not be
over-fond of you, Steed, but it's
not my style.
Perhaps your memory plays tricks,
That's possible. Sir August was convinced
he'd met me before. But I'd never met him.
Another odd thing. When it rained, he said
it was just as someone had promised.
Did he say who?
No. But he must know. Incidentally,
my double left you with this.
Emma shows Steed the toy snow scene. A winter wonderland snow scene. He looks
puzzlingly at it. On its underneath. "The Wonderland Corporation," followed by --
An invitation. To a 'formal picnic'...?
Did you say formal? I must dress.
85 EXT. LONDON STREET - NIGHT
The sporty Jag pulls up outside a tall, swanky building. Steed gets out, opens her door.
Irritated, Emma steps out of the car, clad in her leather suit --
86 CLOSEUP OF HER HEEL
hitting the street. PAN UP TO Steed, admiring --
I must say, you look more your
old self --
You mean my other self ...
Either way ... may I ask: why
you dress in that fashion?
I should have thought that was
(off his smirk)
I'm in mourning.
She moves off. Stay on his poker face.
I can't wait to see afternoon.
He joins her; they survey the building.
Where's the picnic?
They look up to --
87 INT. CONFERENCE ROOM - NIGHT
A boardroom suite, overlooking London. Lights twinkling --
Around a conference table. Twelve TEDDY BEARS. Each six feet tall. Ridiculous
and sinister. In pink, turquoise, brown, black, white, green. Furry, giant paws and
ears, swivel eyes. One teddy sports a familiar tartan ...
On the table, children's party food: jellies, hundreds and thousands, birthday cakes.
And wrapped presents before each.
Each bear has a name-badge: Bobby, Bobo, Bruno, Bibi, Betty, Binky etc. pinned to
their fur. A children's tune, "THE TEDDY BEAR'S PICNIC," plays. Followed by -
a gavel rapping order.
A distinctively chilling voice, eerily familiar and seductive, which ECHOES through our
Ladies, gentlemen and bears ...
The teddy bears look round. Can't hear who's talking.
Today is history. The first day of the future.
I welcome you to the first general meeting
of the Wonderland Corporation, now allied
with our colleagues from Brolly ...
Murmurs of congratulations amongst the bears ...
You have all given time, money and expertise
to achieve our goal. But we are reaching a
new phase of our operation. From today,
many of you will no longer be needed. I have
to warn you ...
Dismay from the teddy bears. As a CUCKOO CLOCK RINGS OUT,
A cuckoo. The first sign of spring, and ...
A cuckoo in our nest. Our organization is
no longer secret. Agents are investigating
us. Their names are John Steed and Emma
Peel. I believe we have a traitor among us
... perhaps more than one ...
Uproar from the teddy bears. Shouts of "Who?" (*PS: One of the Teddys is a giant
rabbit who seems especially alarmed).
That remains to be seen. When we find
the traitors, they will be dealt with severely.
TEDDY BEAR #l
These agents. Where are they?
Here. In this building. By our estimate, they
will enter this room in thirty-five point five
seconds precisely ...
Panic. The bears scramble to go, bumping into each other.
I am sorry the party is over. But we
shall meet again.
To each of you a gift. A token of
In front of the teddy bears, each one receives a present wrapped up in paper with a pink
and silver bow.
The tartan teddy opens his up: A snow scene. Anxious moans.
88 INT. BUILDING - NIGHT
UP and inside fire staircase, Emma and Steed run up -- Open the door to the
conference room. The CUCKOO RINGS on their entry. To FIND an empty room.
Only the party detritus plus little teddy bears sitting where formerly the big ones sat; the
teddy bear picnic MUSIC PLAYING again OVER ...
One snow shaker left. Steed picks it up: Inside it:
89 TINY EMMA PEEL
in black leather.
For you, Mrs. Peel.
90 BACK TO SCENE
Emma stares at it. Turns it over: an address.
Another invitation. 38 Marlborough
91 INT. EMBASSY (BELGRAVIA) - NIGHT
Inside number 38, a deserted Eastern bloc embassy. A dilapidated hammer and sickle
tapestry in tatters. Old spy techno-junk lies discarded in elegant living rooms.
Steed and Emma open the door, rush inside.
They search for clues. A cigar left in an ashtray. Steed picks it up with distaste.
Then moves over to the wine rack, picks up a vintage bottle of champagne --
Hm ... A Veuve-Cliquot '56 ...
But he bites the end of his
Monte Cristos ... ?
Clearly, we're dealing with a
Meanwhile, Emma goes into the --
92 NEXT ROOM - EMMA'S POV
where she sees a blob of BUBBLING GUNK, like radioactive chewing gum. A few
pieces of charred clothing tell us this was once a man in a teddy bear outfit.
93 BACK TO SCENE
Steed enters behind her, examines the gunk.
Colonel Crabtree. International
Satellite Systems. Formerly of
How on earth can you tell?
Steed holds up the inside of a battered shoe: the name.
Elementary, Mrs. Peel. Trubshaw
isn't the only shoemaker still
practicing his trade ...
Very good, Steed ...
A MEWLING SOUND.
Leaving Steed to ponder the remains, Emma goes into
94 ANOTHER ROOM
Dark. Switches on the light. And gasps.
looks up as Emma emerges with -
A Leopard cub. Steed raises his brolly.
What on earth?
Well, he was a fellow of the Royal
Zoological Society ...
Is that written in his shoe?
Common knowledge, Mrs. Peel ...
She had this in her mouth. There,
Cooing to the cub, Emma tosses to Steed -- another snowshaker. Inside -- another
address: 84 Cadogan Place.
Not again. There's got to be
another. way to go about this.
96 EXT. CADOGAN PLACE APARTMENT BUILDING (KNIGHTSBRIDGE) -
Down a sheer wall Emma Peel abseils with rope and crampons. Before gliding through
an open French window --
97 INT. KNIGHTSBRIDGE FLAT - NIGHT
Emma investigates. Nobody there. She looks 'round. Military memorabilia. Busts of
Napoleon and Charlemagne. Looks inside drawers. Desks. Meanwhile --
98 INT. STEED'S JAG - NIGHT
Steed feeds a carton of milk to the leopard, who is a handful ... licking, pawing him ...
Now, now ...
'I can't give you anything but
99 INT. KNIGHTSBRIDGE FLAT - NIGHT
Emma searching ...
100 OUTSIDE FLAT DOOR 100
a key in lock. Door opens. Silence.
101 INSIDE - EMMA
finds a snowshaker. About to look underneath. Hears a NOISE. Looks up, in front of
her in the mirror, sees -A giant teddy behind her. Ready to strike --
Emma swivels 'round, a fluid balletic motion, and --
Bam! A kick to the teddy's stomach. Then off balance, Emma hurls him over her
shoulder, darts in to pin the teddy to the ground as --
The teddy grabs Emma's legs, flings her off balance. She falls. Teddy grabs a military
sabre from the wall, and Woosh! Slices through air at Emma's head. She ducks. The
sabre skims her hair. Emma grabs another sabre; the fight is on!
Emma counterattacks. Slashes with the sabre and the teddy's head goes flying off!
Jesus. The torso stands unsteadily.
Emma's eyes widen as:
A man's head emerges from the teddy torso.
Emma's so surprised, he can slug her ...
102 INT. STEED'S JAG - NIGHT
so is Steed and the Leopard -- both asleep. A little milk dribbles down Steed's chin ...
103 INT. KNIGHTSBRIDGE FLAT - NIGHT
The man goes to the other room. Starts to take off the rest of his teddy costume.
Throws clothes into a suitcase.
The PHONE. Terrified, the Man picks it up ... The voice ...
Naughty teddy ...
No! You can't ...
Ask not for whom the telephone
rings, it rings for thee ...
But I've got rid of her. She's ...
Go to the window ... To the window.
Teddy moves to the open window. Sudden PAIN. LIGHTNING.
Teddy looks up in terror as a purple cloud releases another BOLT. Direct hit. The
teddy slumps to the ground. Soggy, waterlogged, very dead. Kinda like the
other guy ...
104 IN OTHER ROOM
Meanwhile Emma wakes up. Turns the corner. Towards the other room, sees dead
Teddy. Reads the label on his suitcase ...
Major D'Arcy ... ?
105 OVER HER SHOULDER
from the window behind her like a spider on glass appears another "Emma" --
-- let's call her Bad Emma -- coming straight for Emma. She makes a NOISE. Emma
turns just in time to see.
Well, well. If it isn't me ...
Emma starts towards her double, who hesitates, then turns, leaping out the window ...
she wears the same black catsuit.
The real Emma rushes, follows her "double"
Clambers outside to rappel up the line to
106 EXT. ROOFTOPS - NIGHT
Emma looks. Beneath a starlit sky criss-crossed by wires, a rooftop maze of buildings,
flanked by giant gargoyles -- goblins, lions, griffins -- over twinkling lights ...
Emma searches the roof -- no sign, only shadows. Then turns a corner to see --
Above the city, fairy lights on the rooftops of Harrods, lit by a million bulbs ... giant
neon signs ...
Several floors below, Emma sees the streets. A twinge of vertigo. Then she looks up,
hears a NOISE -- From:
107 BEHIND GARGOYLE
she sees her "double" run. Emma gives chase.
Hot pursuit. Over rooftops. 'Round wires. PAST neon signs high over the city ...
Emma follows. Gains on the "double," who --
Pushes faster. Gliding between rooftop buildings. Dodging, weaving. But Emma
gains more. Sleek limbs, muscular, perfect body machine, until --
108 EMMA'S POV
as she sees her "double" leap over a yawning chasm. And stumble on the other side for
109 BACK TO SCENE
as Emma's adrenaline surges. She cannot stop, she --
Jumps! Hangs in the air. Limbs pushing out for the edge. And only just, she lands
perfectly, gaining, closing, until --
110 ON NEXT ROOFTOP
Emma gains up close. A final burst of acceleration. Then without warning, her
Turns, Emma catches up, and --
Wham! Wham! A kick -- a chop to Emma's body - double scissorkick -- Emma reacts
swiftly, surges into overdrive --
In a lightning-fast kung fu duel -- CRACK OF BONE -- CRUNCH OF BLOWS -- a
flurry of kicks as Emma --
Lands on her back. The "double" attacks. Emma retaliates --
Kicks up her leg -- flings the "double" over her head she lands awkwardly -- a
METALLIC CRUNCH in a blow to her head -- but picks herself up without pausing
And vanishes into the rooftop maze.
111 AGAINST SKYLINE
Emma stands. Looks. She's lost her "double." She stands alone, silhouetted against
the night sky.
Caught in the moonlight. Above sparks of neon. Daunting, muscular, poised for
action, as --
Ears listening to distant noises. SWOOSHING TRAFFIC. FLUTTER of BIRD
WING. HUM of WIND through wires. Then an AUDIBLE SNAP --
112 EMMA'S POV - HIGH ANGLE
above her a SPAM as a STEEL CABLE WIRE of an aerial is snapped. Slowly wound
tightly 'round, bent back, coiled, ready to spring --
113 BACK TO SCENE - EMMA
looks 'round. Sees nothing, hears the sound of the WHIPLASH coming seconds
Through the air --
114 EMMA'S POV
a flashing line like a bolt of lightning, but cannot move quickly enough as --
115 BACK TO SCENE
as a cable wire whips across, coils 'round Emma, lashing her tight, crushing air from
her, as the wire --
Sweeps Emma off her feet, whiplashes her back like a spring, hoists her and dangles her
over the city. She looks down.
A long way.
Emma grabs hold of the wire, which pulls her back. She drops down to the rooftop ...
Slithers down the roof. Slips --
116 OVER LEDGE
Emma hangs on with fingertips.
Overlooking city with 100-foot neon sign above her:
for "Wonderland Weather" with: a repeated loop of a 100-foot high bikini-clad
"Emma" throwing head back in holiday fun -- Sign: "COMING SOON -- THE
NATURAL BEAUTY OF WONDERLAND WEATHER."
118 BACK TO SCENE
Emma hangs on, looks up, stares at "herself." The surreal repetition of the loop.
Overlooking the whole city.
Dizzy, Emma threatens to pass out. Just when from --
119 ABOVE HER
an unseen hand from Bad Emma winds down --
Another CABLE for her to hold. It uncoils down past the windows, telltale SPARKS
flare up as it hits metal --
Emma tries to grab for it. Misses, then grabs hold, and -- a LIVE CABLE -- a
thousand VOLTS surge through her body --
-- A shock, Emma plummets DOWN TO --
120 STRIPED AWNING
on a lower ledge. She hangs precariously. Catching her breath. About to redouble her
efforts. When beside her from a --
121 BALCONY WINDOW
an umbrella extended. Steed reaches out, reels Emma in. They are back in Teddy's
flat ... Emma collapses in Steed's arms. He helps her up -- hands her a phone.
For you, Mrs. Peel.
I see what you mean about letting
me do the risking ... Hello?
It's Sir August.
SIR AUGUST (V.O.)
Mrs. Peel ... Come quickly.
Brolly's been betrayed! I'll tell
you everything ... The weather's
getting worse and worse ... they're
after me ... coming for me ... come
Sound OVER: RING-RING.
122 INT. MANOR HOUSE (SCOTLAND) - DAY
Sir August gripped with terror, stares at the PHONE. The scotty DOG BARKS.
Finally, Sir August answers.
Mrs. Peel -- ?
Ask not for whom the telephone
No, please! I beg you ...
Walk over to the window ...
Let it be rain, please let it be --
Stay by the window. By the window.
Mesmerized, Sir August goes to the window. Looks -- Lady June arrives, too late.
a purple cloud of cyclone-force rages towards him. A luminous glow. Then a
LIGHTNING STRIKE. And --
BOOM! An EXPLOSION BLASTS the WINDOWS. A WIND rushes
Emergency alert ...
124 EXT. WHITEHALL STREETS - DAY
PAST obscure imperial statues a tiny micro Messerschmidt bubble car tootles down
A cyclone hit Banffshire last night.
Completely unpredicted ...
125 INSIDE CAR
Mobile HQ. In a blue funk. Can't
take chances. I'm looking after
things while he's hiding out ...
Father drives like a maniac. She senses their unease.
You're probably wondering how I
can drive 'blind.' Simple. A new
prototype from the boys in X division.
Micro-sensors in the system read
signals and road information. Converts
the info into miles per hour.
Father jumps a red light. CARS SCREECH together in a huge pile-up. Not that smart.
Steed holds onto his hat.
We know one thing. That suspect
was not Mrs. Peel.
So you say ...
You don't believe him?
It's Mother you have to convince.
He's very agitated. Wait here.
Father SCREECHES to a halt on Holland Park Avenue
Steed and Emma get out. Father takes off ...
Don't bother. Here's a bus ...
A red London number 22 bus drives up. As it arrives, in a conductor's cap is -- the
126 INT. BUS - DAY
Steed and Emma board the bus. Destination: Not In Service. They pay Brenda, the
conductor. Go upstairs.
is Mother's temporary mobile HQ. He squats in a corner. Metal hooks on electronic
panels. Now paranoid. Suspicious. All the upper windows have been blacked out.
Welcome to mobile H.Q. Weather's
turning quite nasty. Sir August was
blown to smithereens. Along with
half of Banffshire. The Ministry's
He tried to warn us ...
We had a lead to Wonderland
Weather but we got there too late.
Someone tipped them off ...
Too late anyway. Today's escapade
was only for starters. This is no
ordinary weather. It's manmade. A
kind of weather bomb.
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
That's what we were working on.
Sounds as if someone's hijacked
Would it be possible to use it for
Directed by laser. Bounced by
satellite. Quite possible.
Where would they aim for?
Mother thinks, gets out of his wheelchair; takes a turn about the bus, sits down again.
No one pays any attention.
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 ...
The hot and cold war ...
Sign "Grand Opening Soon." WIDEN to reveal ...
128 EXT. WONDERLAND WEATHER OFFICES - DAY
Steed looks around, picks the lock ... hi-tech style ...
129 INT. WONDERLAND WEATHER OFFICES - DAY
A kind of space-age travel agency. Steed enters.
At the reception desk, the receptionist has her back turned. Steed sneaks in, moves
behind a screen, overhears --
A man -- Bailey -- giving orders to the receptionist
New orders. The penultimate phase.
Now fully operational ...
Steed moves away from them, pushes a set of double doors open, arrives inside --
130 INT. WONDERLAND OFFICE - DISPLAY - DAY
A long corridor surrounded by a presentation of --
Virtual reality weather: clouds, sunny vistas, lush meadows, desert. And slogans:
"Be natural. Act natural. Think natural. The natural beauty of Wonderland Weather."
Steed reacts; the model is the same as Emma on the big neon sign near Harrods ...
Steed finds a desk. Inspects papers. Sees a postcard of a large stately home. He
pockets it. Then looks 'round to see --
Bailey before him. We recognize him as the young dandy trailing Steed. Neither gives
away the other.
We're not yet open for business,
Shame. I was recommended. By a
Sir August Merryweather? I was
looking for something relaxing.
Say, a Tuscan hillside in June?
Normally, we'd be eager to
Of course. Natural weather delivered
to your door on demand. Down your
phoneline. For limited periods.
You don't say. How real does it feel?
As real as you wish. Hot or cold.
Humid or dry. Anything you like.
There are limits?
The technology is brand new. Soon
it will be more powerful. We
anticipate a huge demand. Leave us
your number. We'll be in touch.
No need. I'll call again.
Steed raises his bowler. Bailey watches him go.
131 EXT. WONDERLAND OFFICES - STREET - DAY
Steed emerges, stares at his postcard -- the stately home and:
"Headquarters, Wonderland Weather, Ltd." as --
My car. I'll drive.
132 EXT. COUNTRY ROADS - DAY
Emma's LOTUS ELAN WHIZZES BY...
A day in the country ...
133 INT. LOTUS - DAY
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
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
anti-social and violent behavior. Q.E.D.
Steed lets it sink in. Emma looks a little hurt.
Is that what you think?
Oh, well ...
Just my type, Mrs. Peel.
134 EXT. COUNTRY LANES - SEVERAL ANGLES - DAY
The Lotus races 'round blind corners. Hairpin bends. Across a train at a level crossing,
which just misses them --
135 INT. LOTUS - DAY
Emma sees Steed hold on for dear life. She smirks --
Do you always drive this fast?
Have I trespassed on a male
(before his reply)
We're being followed. I saw him
at Trubshaw's ...
Steed looks into the mirror, sees a car behind them. Pulling up, trying to catch up.
Emma glances in the mirror, and --
Hold on ...
Puts foot down. ZOOM. Extra ACCELERATION. Steed's head pinned back to his
seat. Emma's hair tossed in the wind.
136 EXT. COUNTRY LANES - DAY
The Lotus twisting and turning. The car behind always catches up. Emma tries to
shake it. Gears up. Mach force. Over crossroads. Shaking 'round corners, as ...
before Emma pushes foot down. Further ACCELERATION. The car behind struggles
to keep up. Emma coasts ahead, turns a corner --
And suddenly sees in front of her --
138 HUGE TRUCK
crossing directly in their path!
swerves, plunging the car into a haystack, where it is completely hidden as --
clears in time for the following car, which keeps going.
141 ON HAYSTACK
as Steed emerges, brushing off straw. An old lady on a bicycle with a basket appears ...
Are you alright, young man?
I think so, thank you so much ...
A SQUEAL of TIRES as -
The following car swerves back, stops and Bailey emerges, gun drawn as Steed and the
Old Lady react ...
Reach for the sky, pardner.
Steed raises his hands.
Oh, dear --
To Steed's surprise, she pulls an Uzi from her basket and
BANGBANGBANGBANG -- ! SPRAYS BULLETS into Bailey, who crumples, gun
spinning along the tarmac. Cute and sweetlooking, the Old Lady is unfazed.
Cocky little bastard. I hope he
was a baddy.
I feel sure of it.
I'm Alice. Mother said you'd be
on your way. Mrs. Peel with you?
She was ...
They start pulling away hay from the haystack ...
You with Mother or Father?
Good. Glad to see they're together at last.
They don't get along. Promotion. Top job.
Most unfair. Quite a fuss at the Ministry.
(not paying attention)
You don't say.
Like looking for a needle in a ...
142 INSIDE HAYSTACK
Coughing. Then Emma, sputtering straw as Steed's face appears. He tries to conceal
his relief at seeing her.
What, Lady Disdain? Are you yet
You will let me know if you find
that queen who's in need of
protection, won't you?
He pulls her out. She's annoyed.
143 OUTSIDE HAYSTACK
Emma brushes herself off; pulls off a piece of straw.
(holding it ruefully)
This must be the last straw.
(takes one off
Here's the one that broke the
Someone didn't want us to get to
I expect we'll have to gatecrash.
I may be able to help you.
144 EXT. STATELY HOME FROM POSTCARD - DAY
comes to life. Steed, Emma and the Old Lady survey ...
Wonderland Weather Ltd.
This way ...
145 EXT. HALLUCINOGEN HALL - GROTTO AND MAZE - DAY
On a lawn, a peacock flares its thousand eye tail. A MECHANICAL CLICK, its eyes
conceal hidden cameras, recording Emma, Steed and the Old Lady, who've landed
inside the walled grounds. They move stealthily forward, unaware ...
Over here ...
The Old Lady waves them on. They enter a tunnel into
Tall hedges surround Steed and Emma and the Old Lady on all sides. They follow the
path, slopes , round, curves, turns into hairpin bends and U-turns. At first intrigued ...
Then perplexed. Emma leads the way, Steed following. The Old Lady slips OUT OF
VIEW. Steed stops to pick a rose, puts it in his lapel. Emma rushes ahead.
Aha ... Yes ... It's clear now. A
trapezoid shape, dictated by twin
diagonal paths and a single
curving path. A late Seventeenth
Century design, originally for
King William of Orange, copied...
Steed sees Emma slip 'round a corner. He pursues her. Glimpses her. Then loses her.
Another glimpse. Sees her thru hedges, then seemingly --
Thru the other side of the hedge. In two places at once.
... Mrs. Peel? I think I'm seeing
Out of sight, Emma rushes on. Around her, the hedges grow taller. She seems to
grow smaller. Emma begins to realize things are not what they seem. As she pushes
her way thru --
147 FROM ABOVE
the maze as a formal patter-n. Three tiny figures dart round.
DISSOLVE THRU TO:
148 INT. HALLUCINOGEN HALL - CONTROL ROOM - DAY
A pattern on a screen. The lines of the maze reformulated as abstract lines. Steed,
Emma and the Old Lady as three flashing dots. Someone, somewhere is watching
them. Laughter, then a familiar voice --
Now this is more like it ...
149 EXT. MAZE - DAY
Steed searches for an exit.
150 ANOTHER PART OF MAZE
Emma sees a statue of a Butler. Which springs to life. Summons Emma. She follows
down a path strewn with leaves.
As Emma steps on the leaves, she --
Falls down -- a giant rabbit hole.
151 INT. RABBIT HOLE
Emma spins through darkness, like Alice in Wonderland ...
Steed ... !
Mrs. Peel ... ?
152 EXT. MAZE - DAY
The identical face of Emma on a marble statue, as --
Steed studies the classical statue ...
Mrs. Peel ... ?
Steed hears a noise, turns to see --
Emma walking towards him. She picks the rose from his lapel, slowly coils an arm
around his neck. Pulls Steed towards her, closes her eyes -- kisses him full an the
Mrs. Peel ... !
Mrs. Peel ...
The kiss ends. Steed recovers his composure, lips coated with her lipstick. His tongue
traces his lips; smarts ...
Your lipstick ...
Poison. He goes dizzy. Steed collapses to the ground.
153 INT. HALLUCINOGEN HALL - DAY
Inside the house, a grand hall. Deserted. A cobweb hangs from ceiling. A velvet
curtain tattered and torn.
A CUCKOO CLOCK RINGS the hour. Ahead, the real Emma sees --
A giant staircase. There on the stairs -- a glass eye.
She picks it up. Puts it in a pocket. Emma goes --
Sees a series of family portraits an the staircase. One of herself in ornate aristocratic
155 LONG CORRIDOR UPSTAIRS
Rooms on either side. Emma goes down the hall, pushes doors.
156 INSIDE ROOMS
A mad child's collections of ... toys... rocking horses ... train sets ... ventriloquists'
dummies... and ...
Butterflies ... scarabs ... beetles ... glass eyes, staring at her from the blackness ...
Then Emma turns into a whole room of ...
Snow shakers ... A wall of them in glass cabinets like insect specimens or fossils.
Emma picks up one snow scene.
She shakes it.
157 EXT. HOUSE
as if in response, a storm gathers. Shadowy clouds roll in.
158 IN MAZE
A drop of rain starts to fall. Steed's eyes flicker open.
He rises, looks down, reacts --
Alice, the Old Lady, lies near him in the maze, her neck snapped... Steed kneels, next to
her in the rain
It's a trap. Tell Mother, beware.
She dies in his arms.
Wind picks up, too.
Steed looks about, frowning with discouragement --
159 INT. HALLUCINOGEN HALL PLAYROOM - DAY
THUNDER and lightning outside. Inside the room of snow shakers, a CHILDHOOD
TUNE PLAYS. Emma shakes the snow scene. The weather seems to grow darker.
160 FROM BEHIND
Emma hears the unmistakable chilling voice:
I wouldn't shake that too hard.
The weather might turn nasty.
From the shadows ... a man. A silhouette. Behind a distorting lens. His shape and
face unclear. Emma puts down the shaker.
Quite a collection.
If nature gives a man a collector's mind,
it doesn't matter what he collects.
Butterflies. Old China. Penny farthings.
A true collector grows more obsessive
as the years pass.
Outside the big window the weather is turning nasty ...
Your voice -- it's so familiar ...
We have met ...
From the shadows, a man moves out, revealing:
Peter Peel, Emma's husband! THUNDER.
Peter ... ?
Instinctively Emma moves towards him. A long pause.
I must be dreaming ...
Emma pulls back. Before she can turn, Peter takes her hand, places it over his heart.
BA-BOOM, BA-BOOM, BA-BOOM ...
Listen... Very much alive.
Peter touches her hand. Emma looks into his eyes. Intrigued but alarmed, disbelief.
Peter raises her hand to his lips.
Darling, it's me...
Emma shudders, battles with herself.
Emma is tempted, yet filled with terror.
161 CLOSEUP - EMMA'S EYES
Inside her pupil --
FLASH CUTS TO:
162 MEMORY FLASHES
His face as he kissed her -- his ring on her finger -the visor cracking -- the glass
obscuring his face.
163 BACK TO SCENE
Impossible ... how?
Peter smiles disarmingly. As if the answer was obvious.
For you ... all for you ...
Peter comes over, folds her in his arms. Takes her head between his hands. Emma
leans over to him, about to kiss him, both closing their eyes, until --
Lips parted. Before they kiss, Emma pulls back --
Don't be afraid, darling.
She turns, runs to the door. Like a trapped bird. She tries the door -- locked. Another
door -- locked. A window -- locked.
Don't run away. I forgive you,
Emma. I know you left me. But
I still love you. Do you still have
my ring? I need it.
Peter grabs hold of Emma. She pulls away. Emma sees his face before her, pleading
with her. Seductive yet nightmarish.
As if hallucinating, Emma runs away, towards --
The big window overlooking the gardens. She runs, leaps, and in SLOW MOTION --
Crashes thru the GLASS, shards and splinters SHATTERING all 'round her, as she --
164 EXT. HALLUCINOGEN HALL - WINDOW - DAY
somersaults through the window down to the ground. Lands with a THUD on the wet
ground. Looks up to see --
Steed above her, the STORM RAGING.
She struggles to her feet, comes towards him, upset.
Oh, no. First time, shame on
you. Third time, shame on me.
He slugs her and the SCREEN GOES BLACK.
DR. DARLING (V.O.)
Diagnosis confirmed. Mrs. Peel is
suffering from delusions and
hallucinations. An extreme personality
disorder. She imagines her husband
Peter Peel has come back to her ...
CLOSE ON Emma's face.
DR. DARLING (V.O.)
A classic syndrome, to overcome her
subconscious guilt at her other crimes.
We've attached her to the dreamscape
machine. We'll soon see what her
unconscious looks like...
Emma's eyes flicker...
Steed comes INTO FOCUS, sitting by Emma's bed. This time he's eating her grapes ...
Emma looks around ... Everything blurs. A STEADY PULSE DRONE. Tugs at
leather straps. No use. WIDEN to reveal Emma strapped to a special couch --
Her head surrounded by a plastic dome, terminals and wires leading out into a
Dreamscape machine. Drowsy, disoriented.
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 ...
I expect that's for you to know
and me to find out ...
It was Peter -- I saw him ...
Drugged, Emma's eyes drop. FOCUS CHANGES TO --
165 ABOVE HER
A giant spiral HYPNODISC WHIRRS, creating trippy black and white zig zag op-art
effects a la Bridget Riley.
166 SAME SCENE - LATER
Steed is gone. Dr. Darling leans over her. Emma stares at the hypnodisc. Closes her
167 EXTREME CLOSEUP ON HER EYES
Thousand REMs per sec -- a tiny chip next to her eyes, transmitting out via wires to --
168 UP ON WALL
A "Dreamscape" apparatus like a liquid TV screen flicks thru random images from
Emma's unconscious. Peter Peel -- Teddy Bears -- post card views -- childhood
169 BESIDE "BED"
Dr. Darling furls his hand over Emma's, his fingers resting upon her ring. During the
interrogation, he soothingly strokes her hand -- tries to remove the ring without
arousing her suspicion. Pulls gently on it.
170 UP IN GALLERY
In his wheelchair, Mother sits beside Steed.
This man -- did you see him?
No. Her husband, she says. Alice
tried to warn us. A trap. Tell
Mother beware. Tell Father
171 BY COUCH
Dr. Darling leans forward to interrogate Emma.
172 FROM HER POV
He looks and sounds sinister. From a corner of her eye, she sees -- a clip of keys
hanging from his pocket.
173 BACK TO SCENE
I want you to say the first thing
that comes into your head when I
say these words. Do you
understand ... ?
(as she nods)
... bottle ...
... head ...
... death ...
... death ...
Steed watching, listening ...
... power ...
The exchange speeds up. Unknown to Dr. Darling, Emma picks his keys; unlocks her
... love ...
... love ...
As Emma talks, the "Dreamscape" plucks images from her unconscious in trippy
psychedelic rush: faces -- colors -- patterns flash past.
... Piper picked a peck of pickled
peppers how many pecks of pickled
peppers did Peter Peel -- ?
174 CLOSEUP - EMMA
Quietly unclicks a lock. She stops in mid-gabble.
How long have I been here?
Emma unlocks her straps. Sits Up. Woozy.
Do you get paid by the hour?
Dr. Darling is shocked, indignant. Emma rips wires from her body. The "Dreamscape"
machine winds down. Up in the gallery --
BAM -- ! Mother bashes his metal cane on the railings
You are here under observation,
Mrs. Peel. You must answer Dr.
Pushes Dr. Darling aside.
You need treatment, Mrs. Peel. You
Emma staggers. Mother looks at Steed. Who snaps himself out of staring at the
Emma heads for the airlock door marked:
"ANTI-GRAVITY CHAMBER -- NO ADMITTANCE"
Don't open that, Mrs. Peel!
Fat chance ... she goes in ...
175 INT. ANTI-GRAVITY CHAMBER
Emma floats in the air, as Mother, Dr. Darling and Steed all follow. And float
helplessly, turning around madly. Trying to gain on Emma. Mother's wheelchair,
Steed's umbrella and bowler, all tumble thru the air as Steed tries to reach the "OFF"
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
The death of Peter Peel was a
great loss. To us all ...
To you ... ?
Mother looks at Emma. He's let the cat out the bag. Steed finds the "OFF" switch.
They all tumble to the floor, Mother landing perfectly in his wheelchair,
Steed effortlessly catching his hat and umbrella. He moves to Mother --
I think you owe Mrs. Peel an
Steed stares Mother out. Who delivers his revelations.
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.
A turning moment for Emma. A life lived on a lie.
So all that time. Our work, our research
was for you ... for this? And the
It was no accident.
The official investigation ...
... was written by me.
It was sabotage, Mrs. Peel.
Deadly serious, Emma walks over to him.
Quite frankly ... it could have
Silence. Emma looks away, shocked. Steed intervenes
You're accusing Mrs. Peel of
killing her own husband?
Her husband suspected someone very
close to the operation. On the day he
died, he was setting a test.
To prove to himself -- to us that his
wife was beyond suspicion. He had to
be certain. He said he was going to
give Mrs. Peel something ...
Emma keeps staring at Mother, fingers her diamond ring.
... I want you to remember. Did
Peter give you anything on-that
176 CLOSEUP - EMMA
touches her ring.
177 BACK TO SCENE
Emma looks up at Mother. A barefaced lie.
Steed notices Emma touch her ring nervously.
He said if it vanished, he'd know
it was ... you who betrayed him.
He took a huge risk. The ultimate
So I'm still ...
Under suspicion. Everyone died in
the explosion, Mrs. Peel. You were
the only survivor ...
Mother waits. Emma turns round. Looks fiercely at him. Mother shifts uneasily as
Emma walks past him to the airlock.
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
So am I.
Emma pushes open the doors. Walks out. Down a corridor. Dr. Darling grabs
Mother, as he exits with Steed --
She must remain here. She's
178 IN HALL - CONTINUOUS ACTION
Mother exits with Steed; they watch Emma going ...
Pity. I was growing fond of Mrs.
Peel. Unfortunately --
Guilty until proven innocent?
Mother and Father know best.
Mother wheels himself off. Then stops; over his shoulder:
Something quick. Nothing too ...
ON Steed. CAR ROAR over as --
179 EXT. COUNTRYSIDE CLINIC - DAY
Emma drives a hot-wired Morris Minor out the open gates of the manor house, past a
sign which reads:
"WINSLOW HOME FOR RETIRED LEPIDOPTORISTS" (Butterfly logo)
In the b.g., a couple of old-timers race around with butterfly nets as Steed's jag pulls
past them in hot pursuit.
180 EXT. COUNTRYSIDE - DAY
Emma speeds down lanes ...
Followed at a safe distance by Steed in his SS100.
181 INT. STEED'S JAG - DAY
Steed looks: a bleep on his radar screen tracks the --
182 CLOSEUP - CONCEALED MICRO-BUG - INTERCUT
on Emma's shoulder as she drives ...
183 EXT. LANES - DAY
The cars whiz past ...
184 INT. STEED'S JAG - DAY
Keeping an eye on his radar and the road, Steed switches on the radio. The weather
RADIO ANNOUNCER (V.O.)
'... Sunny intervals leading to
sudden storms and gale warnings
for all areas.
(as he frowns)
... Outbursts of rain, scattered
hailstorms and freezing fog
greeted the World Council of
Ministers as they arrived in
London for their conference ...'
Emma drives into a churchyard. Steed follows her ...
185 INT. COUNTRY CHURCH - DAY
A medieval country church. Sunlight streams through stained glass, illumining Emma
as Steed watches her lay --
A red rose by an altar tomb: an ornate mausoleum two hands clasped in a pose of
eternal sleep: Peter Peel.
Emma pauses, as in the b.g., choirboys sing hymn practice. Steed watches Emma move
away, toward the door. He drops a hymn book. Emma swivels round -- sees Steed.
You followed me.
To kill me?
Emma smiles. Then turns, and --
Runs! Steed follows Emma through a door to --
186 INT. CHURCH BELL TOWER - DAY
Steed enters, glimpses --
Emma above. He follows her. Hears her footsteps. Trip- trapping up the spiral
staircase. Steed listens, follows.
187 UP BELLTOWER
From below, Steed hears a BELL RING. A FLUTTER of BIRDS. As debris falls
down -- Steed runs up stairs, reaches --
188 EXT. BELLTOWER TOP - DAY
BELL still RINGING. At the top, a sheer drop. Steed edges closer to the ledge.
Looks. A long way down.
From behind --
A long way down.
Steed swivels. Sees Emma blocking his path. Cool menace. Steed steps away from
the edge, Emma circles him.
Careful. You might fall.
Emma steps to the edge. Steed freezes. Emma locks down. Feet resting on the ledge.
Rocking to and fro ...
I could save you the trouble.
Because you always obey orders ...
Steed nears her. Emma pushes herself right to the edge.
Yes ... ?
... when I don't. It comes down to one
thing, Mrs. Peel. Trust.
Steed reaches out for her. Holds out his hand.
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.
Steed snatches her from the edge, holds her in his arms.
I need proof.
Emma thinks. Looks at him. Deadly serious. Their eyes lock. She hesitates, then
pecks him on the cheek.
It was longer. On the lips.
Emma hesitates. Then a kiss on the lips. Longer. But not much. Steed grabs her
hand, pulls her back.
Much longer. Approximately ...
Emma harumphs, exasperated. Moves closer to him.
Steed nods. Emma leans forward. A full kiss. At first reticent ... Emma looks at her
watch. Counts seconds ...
... Four ... seven ... ni-...
Then ... forgets. Warmer, more relenting. Edging towards passionate. They stay
embracing for fifteen seconds ...
Mmm ... what are you doing?
Keeping a stiff upper lip?
Is that all?
The kiss continues couple of seconds longer. Before Emma withdraws. With an effort,
she regains her composure. A long silence.
So I'm in the clear?
Steed savors the kiss. No reply. His smile says it 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 ...
Steed motions down the stairs. It's close to the edge.
No, after you.
(back to square
You don't trust me?
As far as you trust me.
Emma motions. Steed goes down, passes close to the edge, and swivels round
nervously. Emma reads his thoughts.
When it happens, Steed, you'll be
the first to know ...
With this comforting thought, Steed descends first.
189 EXT. CHURCH TOWER - DAY
As Steed and Emma exit from the tower, they see --
A tranquil village scene. Choirboys walk out from the church. Nearby in the deserted
village street. A red PHONE BOX. Which ...
RING-RING ... Starts to RING.
Who could that be?
A ROLL of THUNDER. Steed looks up: a clear sky. He's puzzled. Suddenly
suspicious. As Emma moves to the phone.
No -- don't answer it ...
He pulls her back. Emma looks at him.
That's it. The phones trigger
the explosions --
RING-RING ... Another ROLL of THUNDER. Steed connects the two as -- an
angelic CHOIRBOY walks towards the phone ...
RING-RING ... A LOUDER ROLL of THUNDER. As the Choirboy nears the
PHONE, Steed shouts --
Don't -- don't answer it -- !
190 CLOSEUP - PHONE
RING-RING -- the PHONE in the f.g. as the choirboy closes in, opens the door --
191 INSIDE PHONE BOX
The door shuts. Noise muffled. The Choirboy can't hear Steed and Emma's shouted
warnings, as he lifts his hand up, and --
Steed sees him reach out, warns the vicar and choirboys.
Get down -- get down -- it's
going to explode -- !
Steed and Emma, all the choirboys hit the dirt, as
193 INSIDE PHONE BOX
The Choirboy grabs the phone, and lifts it up, and
No explosion. A few seconds pass. Steed and everyone
are down on the ground. As they see --
194 FROM PHONE BOX
-- the Choirboy leaves the phone hanging. He gets out, scans the crowd. Then walks
calmly over to Steed, who's still prone.
It's your mother.
The vicar and choirboys look on sympathetically, as --
Steed dusts himself off. Emma and everyone gets up. Steed goes to the phone box,
takes the call.
Mother? How did you find me?
His expression changes as he listens. Emma goes to the phone box as Steed rings off.
He emerges from the box.
I told Mother I took care of you.
I equivocated. But you're not
their big worry at present. It's
Dr. Darling: he's disappeared ...
OFF Emma's reaction to this news --
195 INT. HALLUCINOGEN HALL - DAY
Inside the upper room, in front of a mirror --
With his back turned to us. Dr. Darling holds something in his hand, and waits as --
196 DOWN LONG HALL
Bad "Emma" walks over. She stands in front of him.
Blank expression. Dr. Darling hardly even looks up. With her hair up, we recognize
on her neck a tattoo: Z424.
We are in the final phase. I shall require
you to be especially obedient. There
must be no failures.
197 CLOSEUP - IN HIS HANDS - SNOWSHAKER
which he grips tightly. As --
198 IN MIRROR
a metamorphosis. His features melt and bubble, a mask of plastic surgery and it's
slipping around like Michael Jackson's face under kleig lights. He adjusts it, then ...
Shakes the snowshaker ...
199 EXT. COUNTRYSIDE - DAY
THUNDER as the sky darkens -- PAN DOWN to reveal:
Steed's Jag, zooming through country lanes. Rain starts.
200 INT. JAG - DAY
Steed driving, winces with the drizzle.
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 grown-ups, who still like
to be children.
Quite. Any childhood friends?
Not to speak of. Peter and I
were both loners. There was
Steed thinks; sighs.
Very well. I have a friend who
might be of assistance. He's at
the Ministry. We'd better be
I'm a wanted woman, I know ...
201 INT. MINISTRY CORRIDORS - DAY
Through a door marked "Information & Counter Espionage" --
-- walks Steed with another man in identical clothes: dapper Savile Row suit, umbrella
and bowler. Which is
Emma Peel, in disguise. Steed furtively checks passers-by.
His name's Jones. 'Invisible' Jones.
Why's he called 'Invisible'?
You'll find out.
At a door marked "Information -- Col. I. Jones." Steed knocks, opens the door for her.
Aren't you coming?
I'll catch you up. Don't worry;
he's expecting you.
Emma goes in as Steed walks down the corridor.
202 INT. MINISTRY OFFICE - DAY
A room full of archives and files. Emma walks through tall corridors, stacks of cabinets
full of old paper.
Dusty, musty and mildewing. Long forgotten. Nobody there. Suddenly Emma
She follows them. Round stacks, round corners. The FOOTSTEPS get LOUDER.
She's closing in. The FOOTSTEPS get LOUDER, until up ahead of her --
A filing cabinet drawer opens up. On its own.
Emma watches as a file pops up, floats through air. The drawer slams shut. Still
nobody there. Emma follows the file to a --
Desk. Emma watches as -- the chair swivels round. The file pages open up. Then the
phone lifts up by itself, a voice:
INVISIBLE JONES (V.O.)
Tell Miss Proudfoot, no calls.
Colonel Jones at your service,
Mrs. Peel. Just a moment --
Emma looks ahead of her. To the chair. As --
A desk drawer opens up, a pipe is whisked through the air, a match is struck. The pipe
lights; smoke belches forth.
INVISIBLE JONES (V.O.)
Talk to the pipe, Mrs. Peel.
That usually helps. Don't worry
about me being invisible. Other
than that I'm perfectly normal.
INVISIBLE JONES (V.O.)
Or rather, you don't. Learnt the
tricks in camouflage. Till this
accident made a prang of things.
How can I help you, Mrs. Peel?
203 INT. MINISTRY - ANOTHER OFFICE
Steed on the phone.
I say, Trubshaw, Steed here ...
Barometer's falling fast. Mrs.
Peel and I find ourselves in
need of foul weather gear.
Yes, I'd say gentlemen's snuff
for starters. And then --
204 INT. INVISIBLE JONES' OFFICE
File pages flip through the air as Jones goes through them.
INVISIBLE JONES (V.O.)
Ah, here we are. Steed asked me
to play a hunch: Valentine Peel.
Peter's brother? But --
INVISIBLE JONES (V.O.)
Half-brother to be precise.
Emma is surprised.
INVISIBLE JONES (V.O.)
Now let's see ... Eton, Cambridge ...
research into robotics and plastics.
Overtaken by Peter's work on the
physics of climate change ...
I know all this.
INVISIBLE JONES (V.O.)
Do you also know that during your
final experiment, your halfbrother-
in-law was under surveillance?
Surveillance? By whom?
INVISIBLE JONES (V.O.)
Father. She gave him an 'all clear'
after a security test by Dr. Darling.
Who's now vanished.
INVISIBLE JONES (V.O.)
Makes two of us.
Are you suggesting that Dr. Darling
and Valentine were somehow in this
together? But that's absurd.
Steed enters behind them on the run --
We must hurry, Mrs. Peel ...
Hurry? What for? I'm just
You didn't tell her?
INVISIBLE JONES (V.O.)
I was getting to it.
Getting to what?
INVISIBLE JONES (V.O.)
The World Council of Ministers meets
tomorrow to convene the new global
defense initiative --
I fail to see --
There's a reception this evening. Colonel
Jones thinks it advisable we attend.
Have we been invited?
INVISIBLE JONES (V.O.)
Under the circumstances Mother didn't
see fit, but I think I can get you in ...
(surveys her male
Well, I can't possibly go like this.
I had a feeling. That's why we're
in a hurry ...
Steed proffers an arm to Emma.
May I have the honor, Mrs. Peel?
She decides, takes his arm.
You may, Mr. Steed.
The A-team is born. Steed and Emma tip their hats to Jones.
205 EXT. LONDON STREETS - SEVERAL ANGLES - NIGHT
Troops rushing in to take up defense positions. Searchlights pierce the cloudy sky. A
protective ring of hardware surrounds the hall.
206 INT. MOTHER'S 22 BUS (AKA INSIDE MOBILE HQ) - NIGHT
At the controls, Brenda looks on. She hands a bag of jelly babies to Mother. Who
picks out his favorites, as he gives a briefing to Father and others, sitting in
passenger seats --
ORDERS BARKED OUTSIDE as --
Inside that hall are some of the
Most powerful figures in the
world. Tight security. Our
I'll see to it personally.
Brenda glances over at Father's imperturbable face. As --
207 EXT. PALACE (WESTMINSTER) - NIGHT
Wind picking up. Outside the grand palace hall for the reception of the World Council
of Ministers, guards stand on duty. Barriers, flashing lights. Nobody gets past,
208 INT. PALACE (WESTMINSTER) - NIGHT
Up in the gallery, Steed and Emma enter through a secret passage behind a painting.
He with bowler and umbrella. She in black leather and boots. They find themselves in
a niche and freeze, very close to one another. Steed sniff s ...
What's that you're wearing?
It's called Black Leather.
Intoxicating. Here, have one of
He fumbles with a bulging jacket pocket
What is it?
Limpet bomb. Small, very
compact. From Trubshaw's.
(hocks it on
When all this is over, we simply
must get you out of that suit.
She leads the way through marble halls, arched galleries, red velvet carpets, glittering
chandeliers. From the hall, a SPEECH ECHOES:
... In the uncertain climate that threatens
this global initiative, no magic umbrella
can shield us.
Steed checks out his own.
Only our own vigilance. Security and
stability are our watchwords.
Steed pauses, offers Emma a small silver box. Inside...
Trubshaw again? What now?
(off Emma's lock)
I must insist you try some.
Steed takes some; Emma follows his example. Weird. Does it make you high? They
walk on, open doors to --
209 INT. PALACE HALLWAY - NIGHT
An empty gallery. Steed and Emma peer down at a --
210 MARBLE HALLWAY
A black and white floor. Butlers move across like surreal chess pieces. Otherwise,
empty. A chamber ensemble plays "The Merry Widow" waltz, which floats through
They're playing your song, Mrs.
'The Merry Widow?' I might have
known. Where's the reception?
They move cautiously forward as
211 EXT. LONDON STREETS - NIGHT
Outside, snow begins to fall. Trees and buildings shimmer under a light layer of white.
A Christmassy glow --
Even troops play with snowflakes, until --
212 SEVERAL ANGLES
The wind rises. The snow falls harder.
213 INT. PALACE - NIGHT
Down in the hallway, Steed and Emma search for the Ministers. They head down a
corridor, then hear a NOISE. They hide behind pillers. As --
Butlers walk past in military file, carrying elaborate displays of lobster and meats.
Steed steals --
A chicken leg. Nibbles on it. Suddenly another door opens -- Emma hides. Steed
looks up to see -- Father "staring" at him.
Oh, hello ...
We want Mrs. Peel.
Dead, I'm afraid.
Emma in hiding, listens as --
You disobeyed an order, Steed.
Mrs. Peel is dangerous; she cannot
Emma looks out the window behind her; eyes widen ... back to --
I think she can.
Emma is deeply affected by Steed's choice.
Father's face, meantime, has turned to stone.
I shall summon security.
She turns, almost walks into the door as she slips away.
Emma returns as the ALARM is raised --
Bad news. Father's looking for you.
Where are those bloody ministers?
Have a look at this.
She leads him to the window: sure enough -- heavy snow.
Steed reacts, eyes wide.
It's almost May, for heaven sake.
214 EXT. LONDON STREETS - NIGHT
The blizzard rages through streets --
Now impassable. Snow drifts block roads. White mountains of snow start to climb up
shop fronts. And amid the sky --
Filled with snowflakes, up round the roofs, a purple cloud descends on unsuspecting
215 INT. PALACE - NIGHT
Steed returns, rushes across the marble halls --
To Emma. But up ahead, sees --
216 STEED'S POV - FROM WINDOWS
A purple fog seeping into the hallway, billowing through the corridors as --
217 INT. PALACE ANTEROOM - NIGHT
Inside an anteroom, like a Roman arena -- marble pillars, red carpet, golden walls,
ceiling murals --
The World Council ministers assemble: slick pin-striped suits or African robes, Chinese
Mao-suits, Indian Nehru-jackets, all distinguished men and women, surrounded by --
Fussing officials, minor dignitaries, and butlers, bowing and weaving a web of
diplomatic protocol, interrupted by --
218 CENTER OF HALL
The sight of Emma Peel in black leather.
She strides into the room. Picks a glass of champagne from a passing butler. All stare,
Emma raises her glass --
Gentlemen, ladies. Forgive the breach
of protocol. An emergency --
From the hallway -- BOOM -- ! The door bursts open, Emma is blown over by the
blast as the purple cloud races inside.
219 SEVERAL ANGLES
as the smoke furls around the ministers, they choke, fall.
From the doors -- Steed leaps in, gives Emma another snort of snuff --
Quick --it'll protect you --
Emma inhales. Now immune to the gas, Steed and Emma hear -- CRASH -- ! They
see -- through thick cloud -a mysterious man in a white lab coat, wearing a gas mask,
leading a group of butlers, all in gas masks -- heads like black flies -- in formation
round the ministers, helpless on the floor. A kidnapping --
The man and butlers haul away several ministers, and --
Escape from the rear doors. The butlers form a guard to protect the man.
Steed and Emma run after them. More butlers pursue.
220 EXT. PALACE - NIGHT
As troops roll helplessly in the snow-covered purple haze, the butlers load the ministers
onto waiting choppers as --
221 INT. MOTHER'S HQ - CONTINUOUS ACTION
Mother, Brenda, et al choke on purple smoke in the bus ...
222 INT. PALACE HALLWAY - NIGHT
Behind pillars, Steed and Emma hide as --
Butlers in gas masks patrol the halls. A butler passes them without noticing. They try
to emerge. But another patrols --
Steed trips the butler with his umbrella, then chops him down on the ground. He rises
but Emma kicks him into as --
Behind them Steed sees the lab-coated man escape up the stairs, protected by a posse
of butlers. He shouts --
After him, Mrs. Peel!
A whole posse of butlers then advances. Steed faces them.
Go -- !
Emma hesitates. Then turns, heads for an ornate dual shaft elevator. She bangs the
button, gets inside, doors shut, as the BULLETS from MACHINE-GUNNING gas
masked butlers strike the brass door as --
Steed whips his rapier from his umbrella and duels with the butlers. To give Emma
time, he uses every trick and prop at his disposal, plus, brute force to --
Kick, chop, punch, and impale them into submission, as --
223 EXT. ELEVATOR (UPPER FLOORS) - CONTINUOUS ACTION
The posse of butlers fan out on to keep pace with Emma. They head upstairs, pressing
elevator "CALL" buttons on every floor, as --
224 INSIDE ELEVATOR
Emma waits inside. Until she reaches --
225 EXT. ELEVATOR (2ND FLOOR) - CONTINUOUS ACTION
Doors open. A HAIL of BULLETS hit the lift as Emma hides to one side until the
226 INT. ELEVATOR - CONTINUOUS ACTION
Emma sighs with relief. COOL HUM as the ELEVATOR rises.
227 ON STAIRS - MEANWHILE
Steed gaining on the butlers, heading for the stairs, as --
228 INT. ELEVATOR - CONTINUOUS ACTION
At the next floor, the doors open --
Two butlers rush inside. BLAM -- ! Emma cuts one in the throat with an elbow
punch, then --
Punches -- kicks -- stabs the other butler, a more brutish type, who recovers enough to
grab Emma by the throat.
She chokes, breaks his stranglehold, swerves him round, gains a nelson hold on his
arms and throat --
And a knee in his back in time for --
PING! The BELL RINGS at --
3rd floor where --
Emma spins her captive butler round, in time to face --
Whooomph! a blast of fire from --
A flamethrower launched in the hall.
Aaargh -- ! The butler gets fried, but --
229 EXT. ELEVATOR (3RD FLOOR) - CONTINUOUS ACTION
Shields Emma from the worst of the blast. She hurls him clear of the doors, which --
230 INT. ELEVATORS - CONTINUOS ACTION
Slam shut. COOL HUM ...
231 EXT. PALACE MAIN FLOOR - CONTINUOUS ACTION
Steed continues his one-sided duel with the other butlers, skewering madly, trying to
get upstairs to help Emma...
232 INT. ELEVATOR - CONTINUOUS ACTION
Up Emma goes. Looks for an escape route. Bangs on the walls. No trap doors. No
secret panels. The "floor" light flickers between floors.
Waiting, until ...
233 EXT. ELEVATOR (4TH FLOOR) - CONTINUOUS ACTION
The doors open. A grenade is hurled inside the doors, it rolls to one corner, Emma
dives to the other side, then --
Scrambles for the grenade. Picks it up. It slips out of her hands. Scrambles more. It
slips out ...
Just beyond the elevator doors. Which start to shut. Emma leans out a foot, kicks the
grenade towards the butlers, and --
As her elevator doors close --
BOOM -- ! It EXPLODES among the butlers, one of whom --
Rushes to --
234 ELEVATOR (5TH FLOOR) - CONTINUOUS ACTION
Where he waits for the elevator. Removes pin. Grenade ready. The light PINGS.
Doors open. About to throw it inside, when --
235 BUTLER'S POV
236 BACK TO SCENE
The butler hesitates. Looks inside. Still no Emma? He wonders what to do, and --
The doors shut; he jams his foot. The doors open again. He moves in --
237 INT. ELEVATOR - CONTINUOUS ACTION
-- and looks round. Nobody there. Until, as we --
PULL BACK UP to reveal -- FROM ABOVE, spread-eagled like an X on the elevator
roof, limbs flexed against the walls is --
Emma, who -- drops down and --
Scissors the butler's head between her legs.
The grenade rolls free ...
Emma twists around, grabs his ears, and --
Sits on his face. Buries his head in her crotch. A muffled sound from the guy, until --
Emma scissor kicks, breaking his neck. She drags --
238 EXT. ELEVATOR (67H FLOOR) - CONTINUOUS ACTION
His head out. Leaving his neck between the doors. So as she leaps out, heads up for
the stairs, the elevators doors.
SLAM! And -- BOOM! His GRENADE rocks the elevator, which
239 INT. ELEVATOR SHAFT - ABOVE AND BELOW - CONTINUOUS ACTION
Breaks from its ropes, and --
Plummets down the elevator shaft, shaking the building as it crashes --
240 INT. PALACE STAIRS - CONTINUOUS ACTION
Everything shakes with the impact of the elevator as Steed battles his way up, step by
step, throwing gas-masked butlers over his shoulder as he struggles...
241 INT. PALACE ATTIC - NIGHT
Up the winding staircase, at the top, a skylight, which --
Flips open. The man leaps out, throwing back inside a smoke grenade, and locks the
skylight. As the grenade --
242 INT. NARROW STAIRCASE
BOOM! explodes in the narrow staircase, fills it with purple smoke. Emma rushes
thru smoke, choking. She gets to the skylight, tries to open it -- locked.
A moment's panic. Then Emma -- punches a hole in the glass, flicks the switch, flips
the skylight up, and --
Emerges into the night air. Snowflakes tumble around her.
243 EXT. ROOFTOP - HELIPAD - NIGHT
Blades whirling. Amid the blizzard, the man ready to escape in a super-fab streamlined
whirly chopper ...
Another assassin attacks Emma, pins her on her back, overlooking the city. Stands up
before her --
Emma held back over gargoyle, over now snow white city ... Knees assassin in balls.
Flicks him backwards ...
As his body hurtles down into the snow-covered streets, Emma rushes forward.
But too late: sees --
The chopper -- about to take off.
244 FROM INSIDE CHOPPER
The gas-masked MAN in the white lab coat:
Goodbye, Mrs. Peel!
245 EXT. ROOFTOP
The chopper rises slowly.
Emma looks. A fifteen foot leap ... Impossible.
246 FROM INSIDE CHOPPER
A farewell wave from the gas-masked man.
247 CLOSEUP - EMMA
contemplating the jump, beneath falling snowflakes, as the distance grows.
248 EMMA'S POV
The rope/chain ladder coils into the chopper's belly.
249 INT. CHOPPER - NIGHT
Above London rooftops, after dark --
The man (still wears gas mask) the Pilot, CO-PILOT and a Butler (ditto). From the
chopper, a giddy look down thru a glass command module. A fairy tale, snow white
OVER the RADIO, interference. A changing of stations. Then a CRACKLY
broadcast of "The Merry Widow."
As the WALTZ serenades them high above the city --
a KNOCKING from outside on the door --
Surprised reactions. The Butler opens the door, sees --
Emma hanging onto the helicopter struts. The Butler is too dumbstruck to say
(shouts, re: the
Anyone ever tell you you look
like a housefly?
Emma grabs his epauletted shoulder, yanks him up, flicks him out --
The Butler is jerked out -- flies into the open air. Emma watches him fall ...
Anyone else need a lift?
The white-coated Man moves forward, but Emma is out, slamming the door, still
(to Pilot; intercom)
Can't you throw her off?
The Pilot nods, works controls, the chopper dips as --
Blam -- ! a kinky leather boot crashes --
Into the Pilot's face as Emma kicks in the GLASS from the front of the chopper,
SMASHES so the Pilots can't see -- a sudden rush of cold air --
The INSTRUMENT PANELS WHIRR round as the Pilots struggle for control --
Where'd she go?
250 EXT. CHOPPER TOP - CONTINUOUS ACTION - NIGHT
with the blades whirling directly over her head, Emma crawls over the top of the
chopper and lets herself down the other side as London's lights twinkle beneath ...
As the Co-Pilot pokes his head out of the cockpit --
Emma grabs him with one hand, hoists him up into the air --
The Co-Pilot dangles over the city. Grabs Emma. Slithers back onto the cockpit.
Pistol whips her. Emma crunches back onto the metal. Blades whirring close!
The co-Pilot peers into her eyes from inside the gas mask --
Happy landings, Mrs. Peel.
He raises his hand, ready to hit her again, Emma yanks him up, where his head get
sliced off by the blades -- body and head fall away separately ...
As Emma reacts, her legs are grabbed from below and the white-coated Man pulls her
down the side of the chopper --
Emma falls, but manages a flying handhold, hangs onto the chain wire below the
chopper. As --
251 EXT. WIDE ANGLE - NIGHT
The Pilot and his passenger zoom at low level over buildings. Trying to dislodge
252 THEIR POV
Thru the blizzard, zooming down streets, landmark buildings looming up topped in
snow, feet up ... shinnying up the chain wire ...
"THE MERRY WIDOW WALTZ," no longer heard as old record or ensemble
arrangement but enormous, for FULL ORCHESTRA ...
253 CLOSEUP - EMMA
grimly hoists herself up along the struts again, hand over hand, coming up to the
cockpit from behind --
254 BACK TO SCENE
With a sudden movement, she yanks the Pilot out from behind and he goes flying
towards eternity on his own.
The chopper out of control as the white-coated Man is left to fly it himself ...
255 IN NIGHT AIR
"THE MERRY WIDOW" BOOMS, the chopper lurches, spinning round -- up and
down, over spiraling corkscrews, an insane waltz ...
256 INT. CHOPPER - CONTINUOUS ACTION - NIGHT
The white-coated Man gets control ...
257 EXT. CHOPPER - CONTINUOUS ACTION - NIGHT
Zig-zags down a narrow street, trying to smash Emma into sides of windows.
258 SEVERAL ANGLES
as Emma bounces of buildings, holding on for dear life ...
259 EXT. WIDE ANGLE OVER THAMES - CONTINUOUS ACTION - NIGHT
The chopper dips down, dragging Emma through icy water ...
Up ahead ... Tower Bridge ... twin peaks ... a firework display going on ... rockets and
lights in the sky thru snowflakes ...
Emma sees the bridge coming, reaches down and --
260 CLOSEUP SHOT
Detaches her pocket limpet bomb and lobs it into the chopper cockpit.
261 HER POV
The bridge looms up, chopper rising to cross it as Emma leaps onto the bridge!
262 INT. CHOPPER - CONTINUOUS ACTION - NIGHT
The Man sees the bomb ...
Also flings himself onto the bridge as --
Against b.g. of the fireworks display --
263 WIDE ANGLE - TOWER BRIDGE - CONTINUOUS ACTION - NIGHT
BOOM! -- the CHOPPER EXPLODES. Ball of flames. The crowd roars in
appreciation ... great fireworks!
264 EXT. TOP OF TOWER BRIDGE WALKWAY - CONTINUOUS ACTION - NIGHT
Emma picks herself up, sees the Man in the white lab coat and runs for him.
He runs too -- towards --
265 ANOTHER CHOPPER
which unloads a rope ladder as Emma puts on every ounce of steam ...
The Man reaches for the dangling ladder --
266 CLOSEUP - ON HIS FOOT
stuck, wedged between narrow battlements.
267 BACK TO SCENE
The Man looks at his shoe, at Emma charging towards him, at the rope ladder. He
pulls his foot out of his shoe and grabs the ladder, sailing off in the second chopper,
leaving Emma panting behind. She's soaked, frozen, gasping for breath, bending over,
when she sees --
268 CLOSEUP - SHOE
Emma pulls it from its wedge, looks at the inside: -- "Trubshaw's of Jermyn Street."
I thought it was Cinderella
who lost her slipper ...
269 INT. TRUBSHAW'S - DAWN
On Jermyn Street, snow lies waist high. BLARING SIRENS. Searchlights. PA
announcements urge citizens to stay indoors ... PULL BACK to reveal a fire glows, a
CLOCK TICKS calmly. Emma sits with her shoe, surrounded by a pile of shoes.
Steed & Trubshaw beside her.
This time the shoe's on the other
foot. You said a hand-made shoe
was as good as a photo-fit or
D.N.A.? Well, all we have to do is
find the shoe that fits ...
It should be easy. A Trubshaw
client has his shoes delivered
personally. The Ministry should
be able to confirm our delivery.
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.
Oh, and by the way, I think it's about
time you got rid of that chip on your
If you'd been through what I have,
you wouldn't --
Steed reaches and pulls off the micro-bug from her shoulder.
A microtag. One of Mother's little
toys. There you are. Free at last.
He tips his bowler off her surprised reaction.
270 INT. TRUBSHAW'S BASEMENT - CONTINUOUS ACTION
An armory. Steed stands before racks of umbrellas, displayed like ceremonial swords --
ivory handles, duck handles, you name it ...
Steed hefts a few, as picky as a Samurai ...
271 UPSTAIRS - HOURS LATER
Emma surrounded by a mountain of shoes. Triumphantly, she holds up a pair of shoe
Prince Charming, I presume.
Your name is ...
272 CLOSE ON WORN PAPER LABEL
with the name: DARLING.
Oh my God ...
273 INT. TRUBSHAW'S - DOWNSTAIRS - CONTINUOUS ACTION
Steed selects his umbrella and we FOLLOW UP TO:
274 INT. TRUBSHAW'S - UPSTAIRS - DAY
He sees only Trubshaw.
Where's Mrs. Peel?
She just left, sir. In a hurry.
She said you'd understand.
275 ON STEED
Ah, here we are ...
276 CLOSEUP - PIP PUFFING IN MID-AIR
WIDEN to reveal:
277 INT. MINISTRY ARCHIVES - DAY
Inside the archives, among leather volumes. A file goes through the air, passed to
Emma ... As she reads. A map is opened across a desk from her.
INVISIBLE JONES (V.O.)
'X' marks the spot. The shoes were
delivered to ... an island in Hyde Park.
Surrounded by the Serpentine. On the
site of a former Ministry installation...
... and now?
INVISIBLE JONES (V.O.)
Privately owned by ...
Let me guess: Wonderland Weather.
INVISIBLE JONES (V.O.)
Very good, Mrs. Peel ...
I shall need a small plane.
INVISIBLE JONES (V.O.)
You're not venturing alone, surely.
I'm going to find out who killed
my husband. Will you take these
documents to Steed?
INVISIBLE JONES (V.O.)
278 ON EMMA
Tell him I said ... goodbye.
279 INT. SECRET SERVICE HQ - DAY
below the Thames as at the beginning.
In darkest paranoia, Mother lies at the heart of his Labyrinth. Controls around him
flash emergency. Panic. Cakes piled up beside him, uneaten. Beside him, Father.
Brenda hands a phone.
Steed for you.
Mother grabs the phone, furious.
Where's Mrs. Peel?
He signals frantically for Father to trace the call, but being blind, Father just sits
I was hoping you could tell me.
You're getting yourself into terrible
trouble, my son. Weather's turning
very nasty -- and so am I.
I'm going to follow up on a hunch of
my own. If I'm right, Mrs. Peel is
innocent and you have a mole.
searches his face)
In your operation.
I'm warning you for the last time,
Steed: whoever's behind all this,
looks like Mrs. Peel, walks like
Mrs. Peel and kills like Mrs. Peel.
CLICK. The line goes dead.
280 CLOSE ON MOTHER
Find Mrs. Peel.
Brenda smiles at the thought. Father rises, grim.
281 EXT. SKY - DAY
Through mist, an ultralight plane zooms down -- From the plane, Emma leaps in
parachute ... Down, down, down through the mist ...
Over parkland, the parachute floats down ... To an island in the middle of the
282 EXT. ISLAND (HYDE PARK) - DAY
Emma lands, buries her parachute. Walks towards a thick jungle, then a stream. Emma
hops across on water lilies until she reaches land again. Where a peacock fans its tail of
a thousand eyes. A CLICK of CAMERAS.
In the midst of the jungle, Emma sees --
283 HER POV
A red phone box. Emma frowns in recognition; goes inside. Picks up the phone.
Presses "Button B", and --
The floor goes down. Emma goes down with it, into --
284 INT. HYDE PARK UNDERGROUND HQ
Formerly a Ministry installation. The "elevator" stops. Remembering, as from a dream,
Emma steps out into --
285 LONG DARK CORRIDOR
A GUARD patrols. Emma pushes herself against a wall. The wall gives way to flip
round, and Emma swivels into --
286 INT. TOTALLY DARK CHAMBER
The door locks behind. Alone, Emma stands warily.
From nowhere, a chilling, disembodied voice. Intimate. Seductive.
Congratulations, Mrs. Peel. You have
been a worthy opponent. You have
tracked us down. You are within an
ace of winning.
This isn't a game.
Quite right, but we still make the rules.
Rules are made to be broken.
Then who wins?
You and I. Together. But first you
must confront your greatest enemy.
Who could that be, Mrs. Peel?
The answer is obvious ...
Emma is in a hall of mirrors.
In every direction Emma turns, a thousand reflections of herself stare back at her,
splintered into fragments as Emma spins, freaked and confused by the multiple images.
Emma turns into herself -- only herself drapes arms around her and kisses her on the
Bad Emma -- whose eyes stare into Emma's startled ones as Emma pulls her mouth
away, staggers back; realizes too late. The hallucinogenic lip poison. Emma crumples
to her knees as --
287 EMMA'S POV
Sees "herself" above her, before she -- falls unconscious.
288 EXT. COUNTRY ROADS - DAY
Steed's Jag races, skids in bad weather.
289 INT. CAR
Behind the wheel Steed, his face grim, concentrates on the slippery road. On the seat
next to him the snow shaker with little Emma inside --
290 INT. UNDERGROUND H.Q.
As if in a dream, Emma awakes captive inside a bizarre cage: A life size snow shaker.
Emma "swims" in viscous air, suspended like a mermaid. Thru glass she sees --
A face peering in: Father.
Emma in Wonderland. Welcome,
We've been expecting you. We hope
you'll enjoy your stay with us.
Decontamination is almost complete.
Decontamination -- ?
And you've a new wardrobe. He
does want you to look attractive.
He tells me you're very beautiful.
Emma pounds the glass in frustration.
Relax, Mrs. Peel. We're hundreds
of feet below ground. The Ministry
made it impregnable. No one can
291 EXT. SPIRES OF ETON COLLEGE - EVENING
as Steed drives towards it ...
292 INT. UNDERGROUND HQ - DINING ROOM
Bathed in candlelight. A romantic supper for two ...
A door opens, admitting -- Emma. Dressed, coiffed, super-glamorous. She locks
around, sees another door. In search of escape she hastens to open it, only to reveal --
A giant rabbit -- the one we saw at the Teddy Bear meeting.
Emma gasps in surprise, moves back into the room as he advances, removing the
head -- it's Dr. Darling!!!
Emma, my dear. How lovely you
He steps out of the rest of his costume ...
Would that I could say the Same.
Ah, but you haven't see the real
me. Watch closely ...
He pulls at his face, which bubbles and collapses as he walks towards her --
Emma's horrified expression, eyes widening as --
Dr. Darling turns into ... Peter!
Darling Emma --
It was you ... all the time?
Not really. Not quite. I'm
afraid you still don't see ...
Again he claws at his face, pulling, twisting ...
Emma winces at the sight, her eyes popping out of her head.
Valentine Peel ...
293 EXT. ETON COLLEGE - EVENING
beneath Gothic turrets pupils in top hats and tails.
OLD TEACHER (V.O.)
Yes, I remember him quite well ...
PULL BACK THROUGH windows to reveal: Steed and an OLD TEACHER in the
This is where he used to spend his
days. We have an old photograph
He's flipping through yearbooks, then shows Steed --
294 CLOSEUP - PHOTO
of Valentine Peel on stage, in wizard's garb. Made up as an old man ...
295 BACK TO SCENE
Absolute wizard with makeup. His
favorite roll from Shakespeare.
'The Prospero Project...'
... From The Tempest. A banished
duke, ousted by his brother,
marooned on a magic island. Who
controlled the weather.
296 CLOSEUP - STEED
'O Brave New World that hath
such people in it.'
297 BACK TO DINNER TABLE
Emma frozen, sinks into a chair, staring ...
Darling Emma -- yes, we: the true
genius behind the Prospero Project ...
He walks around the dinner table as he talks ...
But you died -- in the explosion ...
298 FLASHBACK - CLOSE ON HAND IN WHITE GLOVE
Twisting the dial. PAN UP the arm to reveal Valentine.
Oh, no. I arranged the explosion.
299 BACK TO PRESENT
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
(moves toward her)
For you. It was all for you ...
'Our revels now are ended.'
Oh, no, Emma. They've only
just begun ...
300 INT. INVISIBLE JONES' OFFICE - NIGHT
The phone hangs in the air -- with the smoking pipe.
INVISIBLE JONES (V.O.)
The shoes were delivered to an island
in the Serpentine - former Ministry
installation ... she said to tell you
301 CLOSEUP - STEED IN RED PHONEBOX (SOMEWHERE) - NIGHT
I said it's not goodbye yet.
Listen, I'm going to need some
help. In a hurry ...
302 INT. HYDE PARK UNDERGROUND - DINING ROOM
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.
He pushes a button. Bad Emma enters. Tattooed Z424. Unmistakably hostile.
My latest model. A compound of
plastics and sensor chips. A big
improvement on the old X404s.
The poor thing is quite fond of me.
Emma, say hello to Emma.
BAD EMMA HISSES, a strange mix of STATIC and FEEDBACK.
You know, I believe she's actually
Valentine, listen to me ...
Right, bridesmaid. Now what
have I left out? Oh, yes, I know:
(covers her hand)
He stands very near her -- she's terrified -- then:
How silly of me -- let me make
you comfortable first ...
As he advances, ZOOM IN EXTREME CLOSEUP Emma's eye
303 INT. ISLAND (HYDE PARK) - NIGHT
Another ball, WIDEN to reveal, from the lake, an odd eight foot high plastic ball
emerges -- The ball lands on the shore. From the inside, a zip peels away the plastic
layer to reveal --
Steed, like an urban dandy in suit and bowler. A rose in his lapel. He steps out, and,
poking with his umbrella --
Deflates the inflatable plastic submarine. Steed heads off -- CAMERA EYES the
peacock swivel towards him, as he heads into the jungle where he sees the --
304 RED PHONEBOX
Steed picks up the phone. Presses all the buttons until he hits "Button B." As the floor
lowers, his eyes widen in surprise ...
carved in Emma's likeness. Lowered from the ceiling hydraulically into --
306 INT. VALENTINE'S HIGH-TECH TORTURE CHAMBER - CONTINUOUS
as Valentine descends spiral steps to join it.
Valentine opens the coffin to reveal Emma strapped within.
That's better. I say, isn't this
where you came in? It's
impenetrable, by the way ...
Entirely. On the other hand
(he advances towards
Mad people get things done. Let
me show you --
307 INT. UNDERGROUND H.Q. - CONTINUOUS ACTION
Steed stealing down a corridor and --
hides, as a posse of guards rushes past, alerted by the peacock cameras. He waits till
they pass, then reaches out his umbrella, and --
Nabs Father around the neck who was feeling her way after them. Brings her down.
How did you guess?
You reek of Mrs. Peel's Black
It was you who gave Valentine
Peel his security clearance ...
you're the mole who betrayed
Mother betrayed me. She was
going to replace me with a younger
Father. Errand boy that's all I was.
Well, you found me. Have a sniff of
this, why don't you? Careful, the
scent can be overpowering ...
Holding Father securely, Steed forces her nose into his rose boutonniere, squeezes the
rubber tube, sprays a Mist. Father passes out. Steed rises, locks around.
A grille and removes it, climbs in and replaces it before the guards return. He turns
308 INT. DUCTS - CONTINUOUS ACTION
crawls forward through a mass of wires and plumbing --
until he hears a VOICE -- VALENTINE'S.
Steed reaches another grille, through which he can see --
309 INT. TORTURE CHAMBER
Emma's coffin, standing on end, like the Iron Maiden faces a wall of TV monitors as
People expect weather to be free.
They're used to it. I call that a
denial of freedom. No freedom of
choice. An abuse of human rights.
They buy water, electricity, gas.
Why shouldn't they be able to buy
their own weather if they want to?
If they have a little incentive ...
Emma reacts -- also Steed (unseen) behind her.
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
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 half-brother was developing
it. But he suspected sabotage.
He gave the chip to ... you,
'Mrs.' Peel. I want you. But
also your ring.
Valentine takes her by the hand. Kisses --
310 CLOSEUP - HER RING
A diamond. In the light, a patterned imprint. ZOOM IN -- a complex fractal equation of circuits.
311 BACK TO SCENE
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.
(he slips it off her
finger; holds it up)
With this ring my plan will be
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?
I'll never marry you.
Valentine is philosophical. He spins the sarcophagus on an axis, lying it flat -- Emma
lying in her coffin as he looks down at her --
One out of two isn't bad. I'll keep you
alive, darling Emma. In a year or five,
you may change your mind. If you're
still in it.
Valentine presses a button. From the ceiling -- a surgical laser. Moves down to within
inches of her face.
This little toy gave me back my face.
It can replace yours. What do you think?
Medusa? Madame Defarge? Maggie
He marks an imaginary line round Emma's face.
An ALARM BELL RINGS. Emma reacts.
Dr. Darling, this is Father. We
have an intruder. I repeat --
Valentine switches off the PA.
Ah. That will be Steed. He followed
you. Please excuse me. I have work
to do. My most spectacular
performance. A ballet of clouds. It
was made for you. I want to give you
a heart, Emma. I want all of London
to see it. And now with this ...
And for an encore: the biggest cyclone
in history will wipe the City from the
face of the earth.
Shape of things to come, my darling.
He stuffs a gag into Emma's mouth and closes the coffin on her muffled protests.
Immediately, Steed tries to force his way through the grille. No such luck.
Blast. What to do? Mrs. Peel!
He doesn't dare say her name too loud -- and there's no telling if she could hear him in
that thing, anyway.
He turns around in the tunnel -- heads the other way.
312 EXT. SKY OVER LONDON - NIGHT
Moonlight night. Dark clouds approach like an army, spreading shadows.
313 INSIDE CLOUDS
MOISTURE SPITS and CRACKLES, static energy waiting to explode ...
In the sky -- clouds join together like a genie from a lamp, forming -- over the city -- a
strange dark sensuous figure, half human, half dreamlike.
That stalks the city....
314 INT. DUCTS - CONTINUOUS ACTION
Steed crawling. A rat runs over him ...
The things I do for England ...
Pitch dark, then --
Emma's coffin is opened and we see Bad Emma, looking down.
Bad Emma stares at her human double -- Emma: who looks imploringly at her to undo
the gag. Bad Emma removes it, she --
Runs a finger down Emma's body, inside a hole torn in the leather -- warm human flesh.
Blood. Her flesh. Her blood. Fascinated.
You must let me go ...
Bad Emma listens. Gently lays her head on Emma's breast, listens to --
the HEARTBEAT. Ba-boom. Ba-boom ...
Don't you understand? If he has
me, he'll have no use for you ...
he'll destroy you ...
The words jolt Bad Emma back, remembering her mission. She goes to the laser, aims
it at Emma's face!
Bad Emma hesitates, looks strangely human as --
315 ANOTHER PART OF UNDERGROUND H.Q.
The grille pops off and Steed emerges where the guards are waiting for him --
No escape. He takes off his bowler -- deftly removes a strip from its brim, aims it at
the guards, and --
Hurls it ...
316 CLOSEUP - BOWLER (IN FLIGHT)
A glinting razor's edge, which --
Swoosh -- ! Slices into the closest guard before returning, like a boomerang to Steed.
He taps twice hard steel as ...
317 OTHER GUARDS
run towards him, Steed swivels gracefully and - slams the bowler in their faces, a
sartorial knuckleduster -- wham -- ! One drops -- Bam -- ! The other collapses, slump
to the ground. Steed stoops down, picks up his hat, sees --
A dent in its steel top. For the first time, Steed loses his cool. Genuine rage.
Someone's going to pay for this.
Stepping over the nearest body, Steed moves on his way, as --
318 CLOSEUP - VALENTINE
places a ring inside a control module filled with identical-looking diamond chips ...
WIDEN to reveal ...
319 INT. CONTROL ROOM - NIGHT
Masses of dials and switches. ( Off to one side, on a wall, a rack of rapiers ... )
Valentine hits a switch ...
Start the countdown. Action
stations. Five minutes ...
The countdown starts, red digitals going backwards --
Colorized computer screens map out hostile weather fronts.
A COMPUTERIZED VOICE STARTS to COUNT. The CLOCK TICKS.
Father enters behind him.
Congratulations. The clouds are
on course ...
To explode. London will be ashes.
Not yet! They haven't heard our
terms ... !
Father tries to hit the switch. Valentine yanks her off.
Are you insane? Stop the program
and you activate the auto-destruct!
But all those people -- !
Valentine strikes her hard --
My cloud ballet! My cyclone!
Father slides to the floor. Valentine ignores her. Concentrates on the control panel red
lights, as --
320 EXT. PARLIAMENT SQUARE - NIGHT
Up in the sky, more white clouds --
Darken into boiling black. They move and billow. Bubbling with gases and energy
Swirling with motion, a life of their own.
FROM river, a scarlet fog floats upwards. It gains mass and weight, slowly forming as
it rolls --
321 THROUGH CITY STREETS
then RISES ABOVE them -- into a weird pulsating red shape.
A love heart.
322 CLOSEUP - DIGITAL READOUTS
Whirling backwards ...
323 INT. MOTHER'S UNDERWATER HQ - CONTINUOUS ACTION
Mother at the controls. RINGS the ALARM. Panic stations as -- SIRENS BLARE.
WARNINGS RING OUT OVER TV and RADIO --
Dense cloud formation moving south-
west. On course for the center of the
city. A fog floating in from the river.
The prediction is ... unstable chemical
reaction. Enforce the curfew ...
Emergency stand by ... !
324 EXT. SKY OVER BUCKINGHAM PALACE - NIGHT
Bad storm clouds advance over London ... black and furious.
325 OVER CITY - SEVERAL ANGLES
As shadows in a whirl of chemical matter. An airborne CYCLONE of BELCHING
static ELECTRICITY. The black shape now --
Forming a sensuous female shape. Like a dream wisp of ...
Emma Peel with an hourglass figure. While --
326 FROM RIVER
The heart-shaped cloud seems to -- move towards the black genie shape -- trying to
connect, to form the cyclone ...
327 EXT. LONDON STREETS - SEVERAL ANGLES - NIGHT
Action stations. AIR RAID SIRENS ...
Like a re-run Blitz. Streets now eerily empty and dark.
Through deserted streets --
Troops race to positions in gas masks. Searchlights illuminate clouds. Worried faces
watch the skies, as --
328 CLOSEUP - DIGITAL NUMBERS
329 INT. HI-TECH TORTURE CHAMBER - DAY
Chaos on all TV monitors as ...
Valentine hastens down the spiral steps and opens Emma's coffin. What will he find??
Emma's there, still gagged. Looks asleep.
(pulls the gag:
I wouldn't want you to miss the
grand finale ...
Emma opens her eyes. Valentine looks down at her, until -- a tell-tale sign: Z424.
Bad Emma is unmistakable. He strikes her -- yanks her out of the coffin.
Find her. Kill her ...
He races back upstairs as ...
330 INT. UNDERGROUND HYDE PARK - HQ CATWALKS - CONTINUOUS
Emma makes her way through the labyrinthine superstructure of the place, crawling
high on a girder over some BURBLING LIQUID below. She hears NOISE IN the
DISTANCE. Suddenly --
331 INT. UNDERGROUND HQ - STEED - CONTINUOUS ACTION
Steed battles more guards! No time to lose.
Wham -- ! Bam -- ! Now moving with deadly earnest, Steed downs all oncomers,
closing in on --
332 INT. UNDERGROUND CONTROL ROOM - CONTINUOUS ACTION
Steed rushes in, BOLTS the AIRLOCK behind. Pounding on door.
He sees the timer racing backwards -- stands over the controls, trying to figure out how
to stop the program.
Looks for the chip -- amongst all the rest it's like trying to find a contact lens in
333 FLOOR-LEVEL HATCH
opens behind. Valentine emerges, drops the HATCH COVER with a THUD. Steed
Valentine Peel. I see you've gone
back to using your original face.
The last one you'll ever see.
Perish the thought.
Valentine fulls forth a rapier from the wall.
Did they tell you at Eton that I
was fencing champion, too?
Steed unsheathes his umbrella, revealing ditto.
They said you were a very naughty
The fight is on as the numbers grow smaller!
334 SEVERAL ANGLES
You're better than I expected.
I was at Harrow ...
But did they teach you this?
Valentine whacks the blade off Steed's umbrella handle. Laughs. A diminished phallic
symbol. Steed, dumbfounded.
Valentine advances towards Steed --
Who points the umbrella at him.
Bang-bang ... you're dead.
He moves to close in, when ...
335 CLOSEUP - FLASH OF LIGHT
from the muzzle, as a BULLET ZIPS out, and --
recoils. Blood streams from his shoulder. He looks up, devastated. Steed blows
smoke away from the muzzle.
One shot -- for emergencies.
That's not playing by the rules.
Rules are made to be broken.
(pulls his own gun)
If you say so.
He FIRES again. To the heart. Valentine spins to the floor.
You said ... one shot.
Did I? My mistake.
Steed turns to the console, tries to figure out how to stop the countdown, when behind
the hatch opens again, revealing Emma. Valentine pulls her up, grabs her as hostage --
I wouldn't do that, if I were you.
Mrs. Peel -- !
Valentine has Emma, a knife to her throat, stands over the hatch.
Bullet-proof waistcoats -- just the
thing. I get mine from Trubshaw's.
We'll be off now, won't we, darling?
We wouldn't want to miss the
fireworks. Figure it out if you can,
337 DOWN HATCH
Valentine drags Emma, bolting the hatch.
338 ON STEED
He's torn briefly, but there are thousands of lives at stake; Steed goes to the control
module and starts pulling out chips, looking ...
339 EXT. LONDON - CONTINUOUS ACTION - NIGHT
The biggest cyclone you've ever seen starts slowly whirling above the city, gathering
going down, down, down, as ...
341 INT. CATWALKS - CONTINUOUS ACTION
Valentine drags Emma backwards ...
342 EXT. LONDON - CONTINUOUS ACTION - NIGHT
The cyclone picking up force ...
343 CLOSEUP - STEED'S HANDS
pull up a chip. The red numbers freeze. WIDEN to reveal...
344 INT. CONTROL ROOM - CONTINUOUS ACTION
The SIRENS CEASE. Steed allows himself a smile of relief.
345 EXT. LONDON - CONTINUOUS ACTION - NIGHT
The giant cyclone begins to break apart ...
346 SEVERAL ANGLES - DYING STORM
347 CLOSEUP - RELIEVED FACES
Troops pulling off gas masks as ...
348 INT. CONTROL ROOM - ON SCREENS - CONTINUOUS ACTION
Steed sees the breakup of the cyclone ...
Then -- behind him -- an ominous CLICK-CLICKING as the PROGRAM reconfigures.
A DIFFERENT ALARM BUZZER SOUNDS and the words:
"AUTO-DESTRUCT, 3 MINUTES"
start flashing ...
A different set of numbers start running backwards ...
You must be joking ...
349 EXT. CATWALKS - CONTINUOUS ACTION
Valentine, dragging Emma, reacts to the new ALARMS.
In his hesitation, Emma suddenly makes her move. A struggle -- Emma takes a bad fall
down a landing below. Ugly THUD. Dead.
That will do.
He's materialized across the girder from Valentine. Who pulls his revolver.
Aren't you forgetting about
You are, and it's behind you.
Come, come. You don't really
expect me to fall for --
Bad Emma's arms go 'round Valentine in a lethal embrace.
Let go, you ... idiot ...
Uh uh. She holds him in a vice-like grip. Hugging Valentine.
I think she really likes you ...
Where's Mrs. Peel?
As the life is squeezed out of him, Bad Emma finally smiles. Cradled together, she
chokes Valentine, who gasps for breath, as --
One last desperate move on his part and Bad Emma tumbles backwards, Valentine
locked in her arms in a dying embrace.
They fall into the mists and liquid below.
Steed almost falls himself as he grabs a beam for support. Looks down, sees ...
He has said her name. He scrambles down to her body.
Emma lying sprawled out on the ground.
Steed picks up her limp body in his arms like "Sleeping Beauty." His eyes fill with
tears. He lays her down.
He produces Peter's ring.
351 CLOSEUP - RING
Slips it onto her finger and ...
352 BACK TO SCENE
Kisses her. A chaste kiss on the lips. But with the force and passion of a lover. He
closes his eyes, looks away in grief. The ALARM STILL SOUNDS but Steed doesn't
give a damn.
Behind, Emma opens her eyes. As if revived by the kiss. Or the ring. Looks up at
Steed looks back at her -- surprise, delight.
What kept you?
Hello, we must be going ...
353 CLOSEUP - AUTO-DESTRUCT NUMBERS
Racing backwards as ...
354 SEVERAL ANGLES
Steed pulls Emma through the catwalks and corridors of Valentine's Labyrinth ...
355 MORE NUMBERS
racing to zero, nothing to stop them ...
356 INT. TORTURE CHAMBER - CONTINUOUS ACTION
Steed and Emma race in -- she sees the sarcophagus.
Emma scrambles in and Steed leaps on top of her, bringing down the lid as ...
357 SEVERAL ANGLES
3-2-1 -- and a BLAST like a nuclear EXPLOSION -- as the Underground HQ is
fragmented to smithereens -- Emma's " coffin" goes flying ... as the SCREEN WHITES
358 EXT. ALBERT BRIDGE - NIGHT
Beneath the clear moonlight, all bulbs on -- like Xmas.
it floats the coffin -- which opens, revealing ...
Steed and Emma, squashed together, gasping for breath.
'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 ...
The coffin drifts downstream in the moonlight.
SLOW DISSOLVE TO:
360 EXT. SIBERIAN ICE FIELDS - DAY 360
A few weeks later. Across snowy wastes, a pack of Huskies drag a sled behind them,
WHIP CRACKED by a --
Frozen fur-clad Siberian peasant. As he turns a corner, dogs stumble from ice and
snow into --
The peasant stops, stares.
362 AHEAD OF HIM
Sun beats down. A tropical beach. A warm sea. A butler, Trubshaw. POPS a
CHAMPAGNE CORK. From a tent, he brings two glasses down the beach to
363 TWO DIVAN-STYLE DECK CHAIRS
Where Steed and Emma toast in the sun. Steed in a smoking jacket, Emma in a bikini.
I don't recall Siberia being this
It's the latest thing, Mrs. Peel.
Our little paradise -- just made
On cue from the water, Mother emerges, snorkeling in his wheelchair contraption --
with Brenda. He waves to --
Pity your mother came, too ...
Steed seems peeved that his chance to be alone with EMMA is spoiled. Trubshaw
pours glasses of champagne.
Still a little warm, Trubshaw.
Is this the '28? A little more
ice, I think ...
Trubshaw trots off dutifully. A large ice bucket appears. Mother moves in. Absorbed
by Emma, now his new protegee.
About your next assignment, Mrs.
Steed gives his champagne to the Siberian peasant. He presses a switch -- an umbrella
shoots up between them, opens up, twirls.
PULL BACK to reveal the strip of beach, like a tiny bubble of tropical weather.
Against a Siberian b.g. of snow. As we WIDEN we REVEAL a giant glass bubble,
Ah ... sun tan lotion. Any shops
Must be. Trubshaw's busy. I'll
send Mother ...
PULL BACK to reveal no shop for miles around.
Ahem. As I was saying, perhaps
another macaroon ...
Thank you, Steed.
Thank you, Mrs. Peel.
Behind the umbrella -- LAUGHTER. CHINK of GLASSES.