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: I'm to deliver this to Mrs. Emma Peel. Georgie Price-Jones
: Well, I'm Mrs. Emma Peel. John Steed
: Eh, a friend of yours, John Steed send it. Georgie Price-Jones
: Steed? John Steed
: A small fat man with a gray moustache. Georgie Price-Jones
: Oh, of course, now I remember.
: What are you doing? John Steed
: Looking for clues.
[rummages through some papers
] Georgie Price-Jones
: Oh, I see. Clues!
[picks up a notebook and starts reading
] John Steed
] Nine o'clock appointment with Auntie... Georgie Price-Jones
: Steed, listen to this: S1, K9, K2 tog toble eck. John Steed
: Well? Georgie Price-Jones
: Don't you see, it's a code. It seemed very clue-like.
: Six bodies in an hour and twenty minutes. What do you call that? Georgie Price-Jones
: A good first act.
: [having just smashed a vase on Steed's head
] Steed! I thought you were an old lady with a bale and knitting needles. John Steed
: They do say I take after granny. Georgie Price-Jones
: Are you all right? John Steed
: I should get my armoured hat on.
: What's so special about this Mrs. Emma Peel? You'd think she was Madame Currie and half a dozen others all rolled into one. John Steed
: Her vital statistics. Of the I.Q. variety. Hold that
[hands over a roll of bandages
] John Steed
: She knows about cyphers, centered fuels, cybernetics and that's what's Ivanov is interested in. Georgie Price-Jones
: Well it just so happens that I nearly passed through college, I was going to specialise in - John Steed
: Excuse me...
[places a band aid over her mouth
: [having finally escaped her oversized birdcage
] And no cracks please about birds in gilded cages. John Steed
: As if I would. Georgie Price-Jones
: Are you alright? We've been so worried about you. John Steed
: Oh, Mrs. Emma Peel, meet, eh... Mrs. Emma Peel... Emma Peel
: [not particularly amused
] How do you do?