(Thunder)
(Six) Where am I?
(Two) In the village.
(Six) What do you want?
(Two) Information.
(Six) Whose side are you on?
(Two) That would be telling.
(Two) We want information...
(Two) Information...
(Two) Information.
(Six) You won't get it.
(Two) By hook or by crook... ...we will.
(Six) Who are you?
(Two) The new Number Two.
(Six) Who is Number One?
(Two) You are Number Six.
(Six) I am not a number. I am a free man!
(Derisive laughter)
(Number Six) Now?
- (Woman) A circle. - Right.
Now?
- A star. - Right.
- Thank you, Number Six. - What for?
For letting me practice my mind reading act on you.
Now.
A square... No, a cross.
No, a square. Definitely.
- You sure it's a square? - Yes.
I donno what I've done without your help.
Nobody else believed in me.
They have no imagination.
You should concentrate, otherwise you won't be ready for the Village festival.
There's still a month.
NOW!
- A cross. - Right.
Now?
- Three wavy lines. - That's the lot.
- Can I take another picture? - You've taken five already.
Yes, but I need lots of practice
if I am to stand a chance for the photographic section.
Is there any event you haven't entered?
Only the pole vault, but I might.
- Don't you have... Ahh! - I'm terribly sorry. Did it hurt?
Woeful injury. Wounded for life. Look.
I'm so sorry, it was clumsy of me.
- Don't worry. It will mend itself. - Can I still take a photo?
You'll have to hurry up.
17 out of 25. Quite remarkable!
Could it just mean we're... simpatico?
It might. There's more to it than that.
Out of the last four runs, you've got 73 out of a 100.
Think you're gifted.
Like it?
Well, as you say, you need a little more practice.
Yes, I see what you mean.
Could we try another?
Ah? That's alright. What do you want me to do?
- Well, er, look this way. - Yes?
Er, put your hand to your face.
But not over your face. Just to your mouth.
That's marvellous.
- Yes, I'll keep this one for myself. - Okay.
Er, can we try another round with the cards?
Ah no, no. It's getting a bit late.
You might reduce your average and get discouraged.
- You care? - Don't forget the cards.
- Tomorrow? - We'll see.
Tomorrow.
(He clicks fingers - door hums)
- Be seeing you. - See you.
(Clicks fingers - door hums)
Switch me in to Number Six.
Closer and infra-red.
Breathing is shallow. Sleep is light.
Let's deepen it for him, shall we?
Pulsator. Visual.
(Humming)
Oral.
(Humming continues)
(Breathing deepens)
(Static burst) Left-handed, Number Twelve.
(High-pitched beeping)
(Man) Good morning, Number Twelve.
I hope you slept well after your flight?
I'll expect you for breakfast in 15 minutes.
Good morning, Number Twelve.
Be seeing you.
Morning, Number Twelve. Nice to see you again.
Yes. Why do you call me Number Twelve?
That what you were called when I last saw you.
Ah, my dear chap.
Delighted to see you.
You're looking fine, you really are.
I don't mind telling you we had to pull every string we could
in order to get you to come back to us.
Now, breakfast. A la carte, table d'hôte.
Oh?
Yes, they screamed as if I were taking their pensions away.
Did they?
You think I've forgotten they used to call you Flapjack Charlie.
Even in those days, it's obvious you were going to make a top field man.
Here am I, stuck in admin.
You always did enjoy your food.
Even before a job from the Black File.
Sorry I didn't shave.
Couldn't find a razor.
Oh my dear chap, I'm so sorry.
Must have been mislaid. Strange apartment.
- And after all that flying. - Yes.
You must feel a bit disorientated.
What's it all about?
Our prize prisoner, the one we call Number Six.
Toughest case I've ever handle.
I could crack him, of course,
but I can't use the normal techniques.
He's too valuable.
Mustn't damage him permanently, say our masters.
That's why I need you.
Why do you need me?
You bring two great gifts to bear.
Firstly, your ability as an agent.
Oh yes. Secondly?
You have a unique physical advantage.
Physical advantage of growing a moustache overnight?
No, not quite. You took longer that time in Bucharest.
Bucharest?
You remember how Susan hated you without it.
She told me she wouldn't kiss you until you grew it again.
Yes, good for Susan.
You know, you really do bear a remarkable resemblance.
Remarkable.
Your job, Number Twelve, will be to impersonate him.
Take his sense of reality away.
Once he begins to doubts his own identity, he'll crack.
What do you think of the idea?
I think it has fascinating possibilities,
but you'll have an awful job convincing me that
I am not your Number Six.
Ah-ha! Excellent, Number Twelve. Of course.
Always the professional.
Started living the part already eh?
Oh, that reminds me.
Allow me.
You're now officially Number Six.
I shan't need this to remind me that I am your Number Six.
You'll find all his background details in here. Study it.
Er. you want to watch that, Number Twelve.
Number Six is right-handed.
Yes, we'll just have to make a very few changes.
Oh don't worry.
I'll get a couple of my girls to work you over a little.
They're very pretty.
You'd hardly know yourself, would you, Number Twelve.
This is Number Six's.
Familiarise yourself with it.
I want you to look as much at home here as he does.
That shouldn't be too difficult.
The idea is that when he comes back, in a few minutes as a matter of fact,
you will be in possession.
- It's not the same. - The same?
You've changed things. Little things.
This rubbish... it's not mine.
This should be gilt, not silver.
I shouldn't try that line with him if I were you.
Number Six's got a very strong sense of territory.
You won't shake him on his possessions.
No, he won't.
Oh once we get started, even I won't be able to tell you apart.
You'll need a password to identify yourself.
The password is Gemini.
Well, yes he should be here in a minute.
I think it's more effective if you meet him alone.
Oh, er, good luck.
(Door hums)
(Door opens)
What the devil...?
Oh, very good. Very very good indeed.
One of Number Two's little ideas, I suppose.
Where did they get you? People's copying service?
Or you're one of those double agents we hear so much about these days?
Seeing that you've gone through so much trouble,
the least I can do is offer you a drink.
Scotch.
I take it I'm supposed to go fuzzy all around the edges
and run off into the distance screaming "who am I?"
Probably. I've no idea.
Would you like some ice?
Thank you.
I think it spoils it myself.
I always keep it in that Thermos bucket over there.
You know, I never realized
I have a freckle on the right hand side of my nose?
When they come to film my life story, you've got the part.
Cigar?
You'll have to learn to smoke it right-handed first.
And you how to light a cigar.
(Splutters)
And you how to smoke my brand without having a heart attack.
There's some Black Russian cigarettes in the box on the table.
I never touch them myself.
It's not going to work, you know!
Certainly isn't.
Why don't you run away and play somewhere else.
I have a very strong sense of identity.
You...? Oh, yes of course, I'm sorry.
I was forgetting you're supposed to be me.
You are the goody Number Six and I am the baddy
who is supposed to be proving you wrong. Is that it?
That's right except there's no supposed about it.
I tell you what. Er, why don't we settle this like gentlemen?
You claiming to be a gentleman, too?
Oh very good. Very good indeed. That line is worthy of me.
We are both claiming to be Number Six, are we not?
I am Number Six, you are doing the claiming.
- Well, let's prove which one is correct. - How?
Oh many ways. Pistol shooting for instance?
What was Number Six's average?
- 90 per cent. - Correct. Shall we go?
- Where? - The recreation room.
I don't wish to take unfair advantage.
Check synchronisation.
One. Two. Three.
Good. Electronics you see. No bullets, can't kill anyone with them.
Number Two takes no chances.
- Three-second intervals, right? - Whatever you say.
I'm sorry, old boy. Number Six is a right-handed shot.
Good.
Ready to go now.
Three-second intervals.
Now. One, two, three.
(Static bursts)
(Static)
It's uncanny.
Number Twelve has caught the man's whole style.
In Haiti, we'd say "he's stolen his soul".
Well, I certainly shoot more like me than you do.
What does all that prove?
That you should have put in more shooting practice before you took on this job.
How's your fencing?
You should know, you've studied my file.
Turning the tables? Very neat.
- "These foils have all a length?" - "Aye, my good lord."
- Hamlet. Act Five. - Scene Two.
You have done your homework. Won't you?
No, you've done yours.
Even the Shakespeare bit.
Oh, yes, good agricultural stuff,
but hardly worthy of my place on the Olympic team.
No swordsman, no shot either... if ever!
If ever you do challenge me to a duel,
your safest bet would be battle axes,
in a very dark cellar.
Are you er... you still claim to be Number Six?
This is beginning to get on my nerves a little bit.
I suppose you are an Olympic boxer as well, are you?
You should know, it's in my record.
Perhaps you'd like to find OUT.
Oh now, now, come. Make up your mind.
Are you orthodox or a southpaw?
I'm surprised at Number Two.
His agents just aren't what they were.
(Echoing growl)
Oh, dear. Looks as though we're in trouble with the headmaster.
Must be confusing for it.
Not knowing which one of us to bite.
This way.
Number Six, come along in.
Heard you were having a spot of bother.
(Electronic whining)
- Who are you? - Switch that idiot thing off.
- I'm getting cramp. - Who are you?
You know who I am. I am Number Six!
- Where did you come from? - You know that, too.
How did you get here?
You know that better than I do.
I was unconscious at the time, if you remember!
What was your purpose in coming here?
I have none. I'll go away if you like.
(Whine increases)
How did your people know that Number Six was here?
What people?
How did they know enough about him to produce you?
I do not understand!
(Tone of whine changes)
Why were you doing in the recreation room?
Teaching that synthetic twin of mine how to shoot and fence.
(Tone changes)
For the last time, what do your people want with Number Six?
I am Number Six.
I... am... Number Six.
Number Six. Six! Six!
Six! Six!
Hmm. Your boy is dedicated to his work.
I told you he was tough nut, Number Twelve.
Number Six... Six.
You're quite right, it was careless of me.
He might have heard.
You still insist you're Number Six?
Yes...
Your mind can lie but your body can't.
You'll see.
By the time we're finished with him
he won't know whether he's Number Six or the cube root of infinity.
Now, this should be rather interesting.
We keep a set of Number Six's fingerprints.
Yes, I know my own fingerprints.
Let's start with the thumb, shall we?
That's mine.
Never off duty, are you?
And I suppose you know your fingerprints too.
Yes.
That's mine.
So the device say that on the contrary, it belongs to Number Six's.
- One of us is lying. - Not at all.
As I am Number Six, we'd both be telling the truth.
Let's find out, shall we?
There, that's my thumb.
Now it's your turn.
Right thumb only, I think.
Simple. Foolproof.
Too simple and foolproof.
Oh?
Very ingenious.
And scientific.
The trouble with science is that it can be perverted.
- I'm inclined to agree, Number Two. - You agree?
I'm inclined to believe in human instinct.
How do you mean?
I mean that...
If I were in his shoes,
I'd rather be convinced by a human being
than by a piece of machinery.
You have something in mind?
Certainly.
May I?
Number 24.
- Alison? - Yes?
I'm at Number Two's residence.
Could you come over right away?
I was just going to wash my hair.
Don't worry about that, it won't take a minute.
And Alison,
bring the cards with you.
What do you hope to achieve?
To prove that I am Number Six...
...and he is a fake.
That's what you wanted, isn't it? That's what it's all about.
Yes.
Good heavens, it can't be.
Mother Nature has been up to her tricks again.
It's weird. I mean, which one of you...
I am the original.
He is the economy pack.
- It's impossible. - On the contrary.
But I still don't understand which of you is...
That is what you are here to settle.
Number Two says it's not possible.
I see that's why you wanted me to bring the cards.
- That's right. - I don't follow.
Number Six and I have a mental link.
Now let's see which one of us you have a mental link with.
I think a run of five should be sufficient.
Right.
Now.
Square.
Now.
Circle.
Now!
Cross.
Just... just relax.
It's exactly the same as it was in my cottage.
Looking at the next card now.
Are you ready?
Cross.
Now?
Three wavy lines.
Now.
Square.
A run of five you said. Fitting.
Good.
Now.
Three wavy lines.
Now.
A cross.
Now.
Star.
Now.
A circle.
Now.
A square.
You don't have to tell me, I just know that's five out of five.
He's the one. He's Number Six.
I could have identified myself much earlier
but it would hardly have been fair.
Huh! Isn't it awful?
I took it last night. It's all arms and legs.
Actually, there was a much simpler way to identify Number Six.
He has a mole on his left wrist.
Oh, yes, of course.
So has this one, my dear.
- There, you see? - If you gentlemen have finished for today
if you don't mind, I'll see the young lady home.
Be seeing you.
What in heaven's name made you do a stupid thing like that?
Surely you must realize that Number Six and that girl have got a genuine rapport.
Someone's going to have to pay dearly for this!
Number 118,
why was there no mole on Number Twelve's left wrist?
I said why was there no mole?
Don't you realized you've jeopardised the whole operation.
Report to me first thing in the morning. First thing!
(Laughter)
My dear chap...
There is a much simpler way to identify Number Six.
He has a mole on his left wrist.
Who are you?
He's the one. He's Number Six.
(Manic laughter)
He's cracking, Number Twelve.
Won't be long now.
The left hand, Number Twelve.
(Crackle) The left hand.
It's always left, that's right. Now, catch.
(Crackle)
I'm Number Twelve.
I am left-handed.
I'm Number Twelve.
I... do not... smoke cigars.
I do not smoke white cigarettes.
I smoke black cigarettes.
Black cigarettes I smoke.
Flapjacks are my favourite dish. Flapjacks... favourite dish...
(Creaking)
(Two) Don't forget, Number Twelve, you're now left-handed.
You're now left-handed.
(Electronic crackle)
(Echoing growl)
Get off.
Let's see how Number Six is getting on, shall we?
Number Six?
Control room,
Number Six is gone! Find him!
The atmosphere is very different here from what it was elsewhere.
What's the password?
- Gemini. - Not the password.
(Growling)
(Beep) Yes?
Control room here. Negative search for Six so far.
No trace of him yet, sir.
Send out a general alarm. Orange alert.
I'm a very light sleeper. It's in my file.
Five-yard range. Nerve gas.
One squirt, you're paralysed.
Two squirts, you're dead.
Couldn't sleep...
Came here because...
- Who am I? - You know who you are.
You're Number Twelve.
Yes. I'm Number Twelve.
Sometimes, in my dreams...
...I'm, I'm somebody else. - Who?
I don't know.
Sometimes, in my dreams, I've resigned my job.
Why did you resign your job?
In your dream.
Sometimes I'm here in my dreams,
and I come back.
I want to know.
Who am I?
Why am I here?
I think we'll call Number Two.
He might be able to help.
The password!
I don't know what you're talking about.
What is it?
What password?
- What is it? - Schizoid. Schizoid man.
Schizoid man.
What's your name?
- Curtis. - Give me your left wrist.
- You won't get far. - Won't I? We'll see about that.
(Roaring)
Schizoid man.
Schizoid man. Schizoid man.
(Roaring)
(Screams)
Get me Number Two. Curtis here.
Password?
Schizoid man.
- Number Six is dead. - What?
He's dead. Rover got him.
Control room, de-activate Rover immediately.
Pending further instruction.
We're still trying to discover why Rover killed Number Six.
I bet there'll be hell to pay.
You are to return immediately to report your failure.
My failure? You wanted him broken, I broke him.
- I wasn't to know he'd go berserk. - Nor was I.
You started it. You should have known. This was your idea.
That's a strange thing to say.
You know it wasn't.
Well, you certainly didn't resist.
Bearing in mind its origin, no, I didn't. Nor did you.
Recriminations aren't going to help us. It's a disgrace to us both.
- When do I leave? - Half an hour.
Oh they er, they want you to talk to the girl Alison before you go.
What for?
They think she may have some insights into Number Six's motivations.
Oh? All right.
- (Knocking) - Come in.
Just me.
I thought we ought to have a little chat.
Oh?
Well you are supposed to have a certain rapport with Number Six.
My masters would want to know if you had any insight into his mind.
- Insight? - That's right!
I don't believe in such things myself but, erm,
you were suppose to be able to read each other's minds.
It doesn't work like that.
Oh? How does it work?
In spasms. Little things.
Sudden coincidences which aren't really coincidences.
Oh?
Bad habit of mine, playing with lighters.
I'll probably start a fire one day.
Well, you've nothing to tell me.
I'll be on my way.
Be seeing you.
- You ready? - Yes. Just coming.
Oh, by the way, have you thought anymore
about that proposition I put to you when you arrive?
- Sorry, I've had no time. - You must have some views.
I'm afraid not.
Look, old chap, we've been through many scrapes before
but we've never fallen out over them.
The General's not going to behead you.
We won't know until I've reported to the General, will we?
Report to the General? That's new.
Well I don't mean report to him personally.
For Pete's sake, you know what I mean!
You are edgy. Never known you quite so strung up.
You mean I'm not as I was?
Yes.
I remember Susan said only a month ago,
that you're generally quite unflappable.
- You have changed. - We all change.
- The job changes us. - Yes.
A quick trip in helicopter to the landing space.
You pick up the jet from there. Now, excuse me.
I'm ashamed of what I did to Number Six yesterday.
Why are you telling me?
Everyone has to tell someone.
- It was your job. - It was a betrayal.
Isn't everything we do here a betrayal?
It's not often one gets a second chance.
There are no second chances.
There are sometimes, for the lucky ones.
If I had a second chance, I want you to know that I wouldn't do it again.
- Well, bon voyage. - Thank you.
Oh, one last thing.
You forgot security regulations.
Must be obeyed.
- The blindfold, old chap. - Oh yes, yes, of course.
You won't forget to give Susan my regards, will you?
- I won't. Goodbye. - Goodbye.
Susan... died a year ago, Number Six.
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