The Prisoner drives through the busy London traffic. He eventually parks his car in an underground car park, storms into an office, rants and raves at a man sat behind a desk, and slamming down an envelope, handing in his letter of resignation. He leaves the office, departs the underground car park and drives home. He collects his passport and airline ticket, along with the two suitcases packed by the Butler. But there is no sign of the Butler. You would think that he would be there to greet his master upon returning home. Outside an undertaker approaches the front door, he lets himself in with a key. He walks along the hallway stopping at the closed study door. Taking a gas gun from his pocket he puts it to the keyhole and squeezes the trigger. White vapour is forced into the room beyond. The man stops in his tracks, gazes out of the window at the skyscrapers which begin to spin. The man falls back on a couch unconscious. The two undertakers wait for the nerve gas to dissipate, carrying into the house a coffin and into the study. The body of a man is placed in the coffin, the lid replaced, the coffin carried out of the house and put into the hearse, which is slowly driven away. And so it begins. As for the youth still trying to hitch a ride but in no particular direction, which makes him the odd one out, as we do not see his place of origin, nor where he was going. But that’s youth for you, nothing really matters at that age. However we do see the origin of a man who will one day become Number 2 Chairman of The Village. For the moment he has his place in another village, The Village of Westminster. And the Butler?
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