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Wednesday, 18 September 2019

Thought For The Day

    After that piece of blog I cannot get the mental picture of No.6, cheeks puffed out wide, doing his utmost to inflate the pair of rubber air mattresses by mouth in the absence of a foot pump. Mind you he’s never been short of hot air! But I wouldn’t put it passed No.6 if he got the Rook to inflate them, had he not been still tinkering with the radio transmitter!


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A Day At The Beach!

    A day at the beach is a wonderful thing, sunshine, sand and a “99” ice cream cone! Oh look there’s No.8 she’s been for a swim, and a group are playing beach ball. And here’s the Admiral with his flag officer, looks very much like they are re-enacting another naval battle. Pity they only have ordinary plastic boats, and not those of battleships. Young women in swimsuits or bikinis lounge about on the rocks, or on rubber air mattresses sunbathing. Other people sit at tables being waited on as drinks are brought to them. It must be a real chore for the waiter to fetch and carry drinks all the way from the Old People’s home! Other citizens are paddling in the water, and the more energetic beach goers are playing beach ball. There’s No.58 what’s that he’s carrying? A basket, perhaps he’s going on a picnic, that’s nice. He’s walking towards that red and white striped bathing tent. He was with No.2 a moment or two ago by the kiosk, I wonder what they were talking about? No.2 looked to be lurking on the beach, half expecting to meet someone, and yet not really dressed for the beach. And there’s No.6, what’s he up to? He’s walking across the beach. I like the way they’ve laid wooden planks out across the gullies of water, so as people don’t get their feet wet! There’s a taxi, probably picking up a fare to take them back to the village. No.6 is heading towards that same bathing tent that No.58 went into, I don’t think he’s going for a swim he’s not carrying any trunks, he might be joining No.58 for a picnic! Oh he’s come out, going back across the beach.
    Oh look there’s No.8 drying herself off, now she’s accosted that No6, look at her flaunting herself. No.6 has sat down on the rocks next to her, they’re talking. Now she’s taking something off, looks like a necklace, no it’s a locket, and she’s given it to No.6. He’s taken it, opened the locket now he’s said something, and he’s walked off keeping the locket! Where’s he going? He’s on the beach now, heading back toward that same bathing tent, he’s gone back inside. Just a minute, there’s an open upside down umbrella floating away in the water, that looks suspicious, someone could be using that to send a message to someone in the outside world. On the other hand perhaps it’s just blown away, there are another three open umbrellas lined up on the sand. Why I’ve no idea why. The message, if there is a message in that umbrella perhaps its being sent to someone along the coast living in that fishing village, I forget its name for the moment. No.8 is paddling in the water now, she looks like she’s lost something, she certainly doesn’t look very happy. Someone has been building sandcastles. There’s No.6 again, he’s buying something at the kiosk….he’s purchased two inflatable rubber air mattresses. What does he want those for? Perhaps more to the point, how did he manage to inflate them and in so short a time? I am reliably informed that the pillow of an inflatable mattress has its own valve, and each other section also has independent air valves. This enables the mattress to be inflated by mouth, so I am informed, but here we have two such mattresses and that would seem to be too much like hard work for No.6. So I expect he stole a foot pump from one of the taxis at the same time he broke an aerial off one! Now he’s rushing off again, wonder where he’s rushing off to now? He’s always on that go that No.6, he can’t seem to relax for more than five minutes! Someone had better tell Control……
    ”You tell Control, after all you’re the Observer!”
    “I’m on my lunch break! Just a minute, see that chap with the beard wearing a red cap.”
    What about him?”
    “Is he wearing a dress?”
    “The trouble with being an Observer you’re never off duty are you. Give me another of those cheese and tomato sandwiches.”

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Monday, 16 September 2019

Caught on Camera!

    PMcG “And what do you two think you’re doing?”
    “We’re film extras dressing the scene.”
    “You’re what?”
    “The director told us to stand here as though we’re watching the
human chess match.”
    1st woman sat on a bench “That’s lucky, I thought he was talking to us for a moment!”
    2nd woman “So did I, we’ll just sit here and enjoy the scene.”
    PMcG “Well watch the chess match then, if that’s what you’re supposed to be doing. And no shouting come on you whites when we’re going for the take, like you did during the rehearsal of the scene.”
    “So we’ll just stand here on this balcony.”
    “Yes, and for pity’s sake do try and look interested!”
    “Sure thing Pat!”

    “And don’t call me Pat!”

    “And you two, what are you supposed to be doing?”
    “The same as them over there.”
    “We’re acting as film extras.”
    “Well act like it, watch the chess match, and try not to look quite so bored about it!”
    “Well sitting on a wall is boring.”
    “So is leaning on it!”
    “Well at least try to look interested.”
    “Righto!”
    “That was clever of you.”
    “What was clever of me?”
    “You didn’t upset him by calling him Pat.”
    “I heard that!”
    “Sorry!”
    “Well buck your ideas up, we’re going for a take.”
    “Well ready when you are Mister McGoohan!”


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The Tally Ho

    During the daily prognosis report gathered on No.6 in ‘It’s Your Funeral,’ he leaves the café and goes to the kiosk where he buys a copy of The Tally Ho. Sadly it’s impossible to read the headline of the broadsheet. However the headline is made up of three words which excludes it from being one of the earlier editions seen in previous episodes. So it is one produced for ‘It’s Your Funeral.’ But whether or not the headline has anything to do with Appreciation Day is impossible to say not being able to read it. Also we don’t know how far back the daily prognosis goes, as there is no indication of when No.6 bought that copy of The Tally Ho, it might have been a day ago, it might have been weeks. If we consider the café for a moment, where No.6 has been drinking tea or coffee, before he goes to the kiosk, that café is first seen in ‘The General.’ So the headline might have absolutely nothing to do with Appreciation Day, and could be anything at all. It’s also intriguing that an edition of the Tally Ho was produced especially for ‘It’s Your Funeral,’ and yet the television viewer doesn’t get to see the headline! What was there to hide?


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Saturday, 14 September 2019

The Girl Who Was Death

     You know there’s more to this episode than first meets the eye, and I’ve never really thought about it in this way before, but then it didn’t really occur to me until the other week. Okay if you want a childminder, one who will read your child a gentle bedtime story, perhaps the last person you should ask is our friend No.6! So why allow someone who was only recently a grumpy old disharmonious unmutual, to lull your children to sleep with a story? An action and adventure story commencing with a cricket match and exploding cricket balls, together with all the fun of a funfair, and a car chase which would only stimulate and excite the child’s mind so the child would not be able to go to sleep. More than that, such a story about a psychotic murderess, sex, death traps, a poisoning, drink abuse, and vomiting, not to mention the planned destruction of a city, along with the mass murder of millions of people would only bring about nothing but nightmares to young impressionable minds!

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A Favourite Scene In Village Day

    The Prisoner having woken up in his cottage, takes his first tentative steps out into the village, and encounters two gardeners busy working in a flower bed. His foot accidentally kicks a couple of plant pots.

    1st gardener “Watch out sir, don’t damage the plants!”
    Prisoner “Sorry.”
    2nd gardener “You alright?”
    “Looks lost doesn’t he.”
    “I’m a little confused, I don’t know where I am.”
    1st gardener “I was right, he’s lost, a new arrival. Spot em’ a mile off I can.”
    2nd gardener “Yeah, a new arrival” he laughs.
    “Where am I, what is this place?”
    2nd gardener “The village.”
    “Doesn’t it have a name?”
    1st gardener “A name? Of course it has a name, everything has a name, it would be silly if it didn’t have a name.”
    “What is it then?”
    Gardeners in unison “The village.”
    “Can you direst me to the nearest bus stop?”
    1st gardener “No buses come through here.”
    “A railway station then.”
    2nd gardener “There is no trains either.”
    “Taxi?”
    “Oh yes you can get a taxi.”
    “We’ve got taxis alright. Up the steps through the archway and round the corner” the second gardener said pointing the way.
   The Prisoner dashes off leaving the two gardeners to return to planting the new plants. But not without watching the Prisoner go on his way, with knowing looks.
   The two gardeners were played by Dave Barrie and Chris Riley, it wasn’t a difficult or testing scene which had to be filmed early one morning before the village woke up for the day’s Prisoner convention in August 1998. We did one rehearsal of the scene and then went for a take and the scene was played out perfectly. The way the dialogue was delivered, and little things taking place between the gardeners helped make the scene, especially when they give each other knowing looks at the end. Again very little direction was required, Dave and Chris played their roles perfectly.


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Thursday, 12 September 2019

Top State Secret and Confidential

    Perhaps that's the reason behind the Prisoner’s resignation - is that a state secret? It seems improbable, but then most things are possible and cannot be ruled out.
    I suppose that is the most permanent question in the minds of fans around the globe "Why did he resign?" A question certainly on the lips of most No.2's who are brought to the village. Yet No.2 of ‘A B & C’ seemed somewhat sympathetic towards No.6's situation "If someone can't chuck up a job things have come to a pretty pass!"
   All No.2 wanted to know was why No.6 resigned, that's not so difficult is it? Ah, but No.6 realised early on, that if he gave away the reason behind his resignation that would simply be the tip of the iceberg, and then all the rest would follow!
    But if No.6's resignation did happen to be a state secret, then he wouldn't be able to tell anyone would he, not even his fiancée Janet Portland, and then of course working for her father, Sir Charles Portland, well then he wouldn't be able to tell his daughter anything either, under pain of treason perhaps! Ah, now that does begin to explain something, because Sir Charles did tell his daughter that he had not sent her fiancé on a mission, that even he doesn't know where her fiancé is. And even then Sir Charles was telling his daughter more then he should!
   Top state secret! And it is a singular fact is it not, that No.6 during his interrogation in the embryo room during Degree Absolute of ‘Once Upon A Time,’ that No.6 did admit that he was on a mission, after being caught for speeding, it was a mission of life and death, whose life or death No.6 was not willing to divulge. However it was secret business, top secret, state secret business of the highest order. And what's more No.6 couldn’t tell the judge what it was all about, because such business is above the law! And what's more you will recall how No.6 had been recruited into the banking business, but how it was a cover for secret work, a top secret and state confidential job.
    If the village is run by those on the same side as that of No.6, "I'm on our side" No.6 informs the new No.2 during ‘Arrival,’ who wants to know where No.6's loyalties lie? "You know where they lie!" No.6 tells him. So that being the case, given No.6's unusual qualities and the extent of his knowledge, it is not then at all surprising that his own people would wish to keep such a man on a short leash, and what better place to keep him, but in the village, and a prisoner for life. Because such a man as No.6 might very well be extremely dangerous to national security, another reason to keep him - confined, for his own good as well as the well being of the nation.
    Yet it was all a bit of a trial for No.6, and having survived he was acquitted at his final trial during ‘Fall Out,’ and given the opportunity to go and leave the village! The only question you need to answer here, is "Was No.6 deserving of his acquittal?"


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Thought For The Day

    Towards the end of ‘Hammer Into Anvil’ when Number 2 had completely lost the plot, as well as his reasoning, he accused the Butler of being in on the conspiracy against him. So he told the Butler to get out of this house, meaning the Green Dome, not that the Green Dome is a house, it’s more a glorified office really. However that aside, the Butler packed his suitcase and left, I wonder where he went? Wherever it was it was the second time he had had to leave the Green Dome, as well as his position. What I mean is, when Mrs. Butterworth took up her position as the new Number 2, she might well have brought her housemaid Martha with her. And knowing Martha she wouldn’t put up with our diminutive friend for very long, and certainly would never share the annexe with him. For she and she alone would expect to serve her mistress. So where did the Butler go during that time? Thinking about it it’s a wonder the Butler was about in ‘Dance of The Dead’ seeing as this episode gives the impression of being female orientated.


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Tuesday, 10 September 2019

Life In The Village!

    “What do you think about this latest experiment?”
    “You mean Speed Learn.”
    “Yes.”
    “It’s a great experiment, you can learn a lot.”
    “Who told you that, Number Two? Well history isn’t really my subject.”
    “Isn’t it? When was the treaty of Adrianople?”
    “September eighteen twenty-nine.”
    “What happened in eighteen-thirty?”
    “Greek independence was assured and guaranteed.”
    “By whom?”
    “Russia, France, Britain.”
    “Who was Bismarck’s ally against the Danish Prince of Glucksburg?”
    “Frederick of Austenburg he like the German Bundestag had never accepted the treaty of London in eighteen fifty-two. Bismarck wanted war but he wanted it waged by Prussia, Austria in alliance and not by the whole German bunt. He realized that a successful war against the Danes in eighteen sixty-four would serve the same purpose as Cavour of Italy’s entrance into the Crimean war” {and spoken in unison} “namely that it would indicate future leadership and would at the same time raise Prussia’s prestige.”
    “You see, isn’t Speed Learn the most marvellous thing?”


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Why Am I here?

    “Tell me why you are here.”
    “You tell me, after all who would know better?”
    “You don’t like it here do you?”
    “Given my position, would you?”
    “No, probably not.”
    The village is a place where people turn up, people who have a certain kind of knowledge which is of great value to one side or another. Information which is to be protected, or extracted, if the latter then by fair means or foul. And there’s no escape, and if you give them what they want then they’ll look after you for as long as you live, for however long that is. It’s a picturesque village, giving the impression of being a holiday resort, which hides a much darker underside.
    “You’ve never really settled in have you?”
    “I was supposed to?”
    “In your position yes, it was expected.”
    “Well it would appear you picked the wrong person for the job!”
    “Yes, we don’t usually make mistakes like that, we misjudged you.”
    “So now what happens?”
    “To a former Number 2?”
    “Yes.”
    “A former Number 2 with a conscience?”
    “Yes?”
    “Well we can hardly let you leave.”
    “What then?”
    Number 2 stood at his desk, considering his options for a few moments. Then he turned and faced his predecessor.
    “Get out.”
    “What?”
    “You heard me, get out.”
    “And go where.”
    “I do not care, just go, go anywhere you like.”
    “As long as it’s with the confines of the village.”
    “Not necessarily. You can go and live in the woods.”
   Number 2 returned to his seat behind the desk.
    “And live how?”
    “Live as you will. You can become the wise-woman in the woods.”
    “The wise woman!”
    “Yes, you’re into herbs and all that kind of thing.”
    “You’re casting me out.”
    “Lady you didn’t want “in” in the first place!”
    “Very well.”
    The now former No.2 rose out of her chair and crossed the floor to the ramp leading up to the ramp and the steel doors. The doors slid open, she halted framed in the open doorway.
    “I curse you for this, one day you will pay.”
    “Yes I know, I won’t die in my own bed, let alone with my boots on. Just get out oh wise woman!”
    The former No.2 drew provisions from the General Store. She stole tools from the maintenance workshop, and placed them in a wheel barrow and pushed it along one of the paths deep into the woods where she knew there to be a cave. She had brought candles, a lantern, and matches with her. Lighting the candle she went into the darkness of the cave. It was cold and damp, but served as shelter. She would make it her home.
    This former No.2 made a life for herself living off the land and the woods. Yet availed herself of the General Store when need be. No-one from the village bothered her, and she them. And yet in time her reputation grew, as she had the knowledge of a nurse, she helped people with herbal remedies, help and advice. She would talk with those who came to see her, this wise woman of the woods. And they brought things which she might need in payment for her help. She called her cave the Therapy Zone, a place of peace and protection for those who came. Then one day…………
    A man came stumbling through the woods, he hid in bushes, and when he thought it safe he stumbled on, finally tripping over a tree root he fell to the ground. He lay there for a few minutes expecting his pursuers to be upon him at any moment. Then a shadow was cast over him, he looked up to see a woman standing there looking down at him.
    “Have you hurt yourself?” she asked in friendly way.
    “Y….yes, I’ve twisted my ankle” he told her.
    “Do you think you can make it to my cave, it’s only a few yards away.”
    “Yes I think so” he said struggling to his feet.
    The woman helped the man back to her cave, and sat him down inside. She made him a hot drink, and bathed his swollen ankle.
    “Who are you?” she asked casually.
    “I could ask you that same thing” he said sipping his hot drink.
    “They call me the wise woman.”
    “And are you?”
    “In some ways, I can fix people, make them better.”
    He looked at her, and about the cave.
    “So” she began, “you haven’t told me who you are.”
    “You’re the wise woman, you tell me” he said standing up.
    “You’re a goat” she told him.
    “A goat, whatever do you mean?”
    “You’ve come amongst us to cause trouble” she said accusingly.
    “I came to find you” he told her.
    “Me, why?”
    “There’s a submarine lying at the bottom of the sea, its waiting there for a signal from me. In two hours time the submarine will surface for 15 minutes and wait for that signal. Then a boat will come for us. I’m here to take you away Helen.”
    “Just who are you?”
    “I am Commander John Fielding, I work for British Military Intelligence, or if you prefer 006.”
    “You said a submarine is on the seabed!”
    “Yes.”
    “Oh no!”
    “What’s the matter?”
    A submarine sat on the bottom of the sea, the Captain checked the time and gave the order to blow main ballast.
    “Surface” came the command, and a klaxon was sounded.
    The crew worked as part of one great machine, the submarine rocked but failed to lift off the seabed.
    “Blow main ballast” the Captain ordered.
    The command was repeated by the first lieutenant, but again the sub failed to rise off the seabed. Then came a report of the engine crew being attacked. The Captain and first lieutenant went to the engine room to investigate. The bulkhead door was closed and sealed. The Captain give the command to open the door, it was his last. As the door was opened white membrane ooze out of the engine room and into the next compartment suffocating every man inside. It spread throughout the boat, what was left of the crew took up arms, but weapons had no effect on the thing. The final refuge of the remaining members of the crew was the forward torpedo room, and one bulkhead door stood between the five men and it!
    “What the hell is this thing, and how did it get aboard the boat?” asked one of the ratings.
    “By one of the propeller shafts I shouldn’t wonder” said the Boson.
    “What are we going to do Boson?” asked one of the ratings.
    The Boson looked at his four companions, they were afraid, and he was scared witless! There was nowhere to go, nothing had the slightest effect on this creature that has invaded the submarine suffocating the crew in its path.
    “What about the torpedo tubes?” suggested the second rating.
    “What about them?” the Boson asked.
    “They are a way out.”
    The Boson studied the six torpedo hatches. He looked at the three escape suits. “It’s possible, but we have only three escape suits, and there are five of us.”
    The other four men looked at each other, three of them were armed with hand guns.
    “So it’s us three that escape” said the third rating.
    “Now lads let’s not be hasty” said the Boson slowly reaching for a release leaver “all I have to do is pull this and the torpedo room floods and we all die.
    “That bulkhead door should hold it a while” said the second rating “let’s draw cards for the three suits” and he produced a deck of playing cards from his pocket.
    “No” said the first rating “I think the three youngest should be the ones to go.”
    “I can’t” said the third becoming erratic “I hate those suits, you can’t make me go, you can’t, you can’t!”
    The second rating turned to his other three comrades “So, now there are four of us!”
    The bulkhead door began to give, and a little of the membrane could be seen.
    “There’s not long, we must be quick” said the first rating grabbing one of the pressure suits.
        The Boson decided that he would remain. The three remaining ratings made to suit up. The job was not to panic because of the pressure, and to breathe normally during the assent to the surface. When ready an inner hatch was opened on one of the torpedo tubes. The first rating climbed inside, the inner hatch closed and the tube flooded, then the outer hatch was opened and the fire button pressed sending the rating shooting out of the tube at immense speed. And it was with the second and third ratings, propelled from the submarine to eventually emerge on the surface. That left the Boson and one of the ratings. The bulkhead door was under pressure from the thing on the other side. The two men looked at each other.
    “We can sit and wait” the Boson said.
    “Or?”
    “We can end it now. All we have to do is leave the outer hatch open and open the inner one.”
    “Flood the compartment” the rating said.
    The bulkhead door gave a little more.
    “And we take this thing with us.”
   The Boson nodded.
    It was a terrible death, the inner hatch of the torpedo tube was opened and water shot into the compartment just as the bulkhead door gave way and the white membrane poured into the compartment. The men both drowned and suffocated, the village Guardian entered back into the sea via the open torpedo tube.
    The motor cruiser M. S. Polotska was on night patrol when the crew saw the three men in the water wearing orange pressure suits. The cruiser stopped to pick up the men who were grateful to the crew. With the three men below, M. S. Polotska headed back towards the estuary and the village.
    “I don’t know what they’re going to make of this” Gunter said.
    “What were we supposed to do, leave them?”
    “Well where did they come from, answer me that?”
    Ernst thought for a moment “They’re wearing deep sea pressure suits. If you ask me they’ve escaped from a submarine.”
    “What would a submarine be doing here?”
    “That’s what Number 2 will want to know” Ernst said “I’d better tend to our guests.”
    “Yes, and while you’re about it…..”
    “Bring you some tea.”
    “And see what you can get out of them!”
    Meanwhile on the cliffs the wise woman was with 006 who was signalling with his torch, but to no avail.
    “She must have dived I’ll have to wait and try the same time tomorrow. Just a minute, what’s that?”
    “A patrol boat” said the wise woman.
    006 began to signal the boat with his torch.
    “Put that out!” the woman told him.
    “Why?”
    “Because M.S. Polotska is our boat!” No.2 told.
    The two security guards in grey overalls, white helmets, gauntlets, and boots rushed forward taking the man in hand.
   No.2 stepped forward, there was a smirk on her face “You have now been stripped of your double zero ranking, you are now merely citizen Number 6.”
    No.6 looked out into the night as the lights of the motor cruiser drew closer inshore.
    “I’m afraid there has been an accident, a submarine lost at the bottom of the sea.”
    The Guardian left the submarine by the open torpedo tube, and returned to the confinement area, and No.2 to the Green Dome

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Sunday, 8 September 2019

A Favourite Scene In Village Day

     The moment No.6 finds himself! He thinks he has found his long lost brother and Janet’s fiancé. But in fact he finds himself, and comes round in the hospital just in time. The patient is going to be alright of course, he’ll be taken to somewhere quiet where he can recuperate from the car accident. And he’s in safe hands, as his fiancée, being an agent working for the village sees to it personally that he arrives in the Italianate village in good order!
   Mind you the scene in which when No.6 eventually finds himself, he does so with a penny and a penny-farthing coins on his eyes. This was a particularly difficult scene to shoot, because the coins on my closed eyes kept falling off sideways. When I sat up they were supposed to fall forward from my eyes in a certain way. It took several takes to get it right.


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Insoluble For Both Man And Machine!

    ‘Arrival,’ and the first human being the Prisoner encounters is seen leaning out of a lower window of the Bell Tower. And yet as quick as he may be, the Prisoner does not encounter the figure of the man he saw leaning out of that window. There is absolutely no sign of him. No satisfactory explanation has ever been given. He could have been faster on his feet than the Prisoner, and managed to find a hiding place. But why should the figure run away if he was not to have been seen? That in itself makes the man an enigma, because it’s inexplicable, and that is what makes ‘the Prisoner’ ‘the Prisoner!’


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MindGames

    If one sets aside the final few moments of ‘Fall Out’ instead of ‘the Prisoner’ beginning all over again, what do you have? A man having recently returned to London having been incarcerated for 14 months in a place called The Village. Yes he’s on his way back to that underground car park, and I can imagine him returning to that office somewhere in a building in Whitehall, pacing up and down ranting and raving. Because he has to release his anger on someone, what’s more he has questions he wants answering, possibly he wants compensation because what has been done to him. No return to the village, but eventually he will return to his house and learn to live with what he has been put through for the past 14 months, and decide what he’s going to do with the rest of his life. Mind you there would be limitations for an ex-secret agent!


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Friday, 6 September 2019

Bureau of Visual Records

    This is No. 12 of Administration who was also a co-conspirator with Number 6. In other words he’s one of those dissidents he talked about during his interrogation of No. 6. Or to put it another way, he turned out to be one of those enemies Number 2 mentioned in that article in The Tally Ho, that edition in ‘Hammer Into Anvil.’ Had he lived, well he wouldn’t have survived because No. 2 was about to expose No.12 had it not been for the quick wittedness of No.6, 12 would no doubt have been taken away by the two security guards, and interrogated sufficiently until he eventually gave away the names of other dissidents. I’m sure he was working with the Professor, and it was to him the Professor had intended to give his tape recorder. The tape recorder with his message about destroying the General, describing Speed Learn as slavery, being an abomination. So its no wonder No.12’s final act was to try and save the Professor’s life, but dying in the attempt. Well that’s the brave face to put on it, the other face would be that No.12 committed an act of suicide by which he protects the names of his fellow dissidents in the village!


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The Pris9ner

    No.2 took a taxi ride to the hospital, it wasn’t that she was feeling unwell, no she had never felt so good as she did today. You see today was her last day of her term in office, and tomorrow she was due to leave the village. No, she had a very good reason to go to the hospital, one of compassion seeing as she was a hospital visitor.
    The taxi pulled onto the gravelled forecourt and came to a halt behind an ambulance. Two medics were helping a man out of the Red Cross trailer, as an orderly appeared pushing a wheelchair. No.2 told the driver not to wait, that she would walk back to the village, it being such a wondrous day. The sun shining, the birds singing, and everything in the garden was lovely, everything except for No.9!
    No.2 entered the hospital behind the orderly pushing the man in the wheelchair, and made for ‘ward A,’ but was stopped by the matron.
    “And just where do you think you are going my fine lady?”
    No.2 stopped, and turned to face the woman behind the voice of authority “I take it you know who I am.”
    “Yes, you are Number 2.”
    “That’s right” and made to turn.
    “Chairwoman of the village.”
    No.2 stopped and turned back “Yes, that’s right.”
    “And presumably you know who I am.”
    “You are the matron here.”
    “Yes, and this is my hospital.”
    “I am here to see one of your patients.”
    “Visiting hours are between twelve and two” the matron said looking at her watch “it is now ten minutes after the hour of two.”
    “Do not test my patience” Number 2 told her.
    “You have clearly come to test mine!” she said in return.
    “I need to know why Number 9 did what he did.”
    “Is it that important?”
    “Yes.”
    “He is sedated, so you had better come back another day.”
    “I don’t have another day.”
    “That is not my problem” the matron told her.
    Just at that moment a man in a white coat appeared on the scene.
    “What’s the problem?” the doctor asked.
    “I need to see a patient, Number 9.”
    “I told her she can’t, visiting hours are over” the matron said butting in.
    “It’s alright matron, Number 2 can see the patient” the doctor told her.
    No.2 walked towards the double doors of Ward A.
    “But you won’t get anything out of him.”
    No.2 stopped and turned “Why?”
    “Because he died five minutes ago!”
    This came as a shock to No. 2.
    “The after effects can be pretty nasty, I thought he was going to pull through.”
    “What was it in the end doctor?”
    “His heart finally gave out.”
    “Would you say his escape was a form of suicide?”
    “There’s no way of knowing, I do not know what was in his mind at the time. He must have known he would not have got far. I expect he knew the consequences of any attempted escape.”
    “Yes, yes he knew doctor.”
    Later that afternoon No.2 sat in her black spherical chair. The steel doors opened and No.22, a young dark haired woman in blue sweater, and blue slacks marched smartly down the ramp and across the floor.
    “Did you get to see Number 9 ma’am?”
    “No, he died before I could see him.”
    “So he took it to the grave with him” 22 said.
    “If only that Orange alert had not been initiated.”
    “Orange alert ma’am, there was no Orange alert.”
    “But the Guardian attacked Number 9.”
    “The Guardian was on routine patrol, there was no Orange alert initiated ma’am.”
    “It was suicide, 9 attempted to escape fully aware of the consequences” No.2 told her assistant.
    “But he couldn’t possibly have known he would die.”
    “If only he had talked, told us what he knew.”
    “It wasn’t my fault” No.2 said in her defence “We tried everything we could.”
    “You leave tomorrow don’t you?”
    “This isn’t going to look good on my record I know that!”
    “You failed!” 22 said.
    “What does it matter now?”
    “It doesn’t matter to me, but it might to someone” 22 suggested.
    “You mean Number 1, yes she has been quiet all day. I expected to hear from her as soon as 9 had died” No.2 glanced that the red ‘L’ shaped telephone.
    It was the next day and No.2 was busy packing for the journey back to the homeland, and much relieved she was to be leaving. As it happened she had left an item of personal properly in her office, and so she went there via the underground passages. At the end of a corridor there was a dais, she stood upon it and it raised upwards, a hole appeared in the ceiling and she passed through, and stood there in her old office in the Green Dome. The black spherical chair was turned away from her, but as she stepped forward it turned, turned towards her. It came as a shock.
    “What is that thing doing in my chair?” she ejaculated angrily.
    In the chair was the white membranic mass of the Guardian, it throbbed a little as No.2 circled the chair, as she fronted the desk she reached for the red ‘L’ shaped telephone.
    “Number 2 here, tell me what this thing is doing in my chair………it’s no longer my chair, well I realise that………….I simply returned for a personal item………I’m due to leave in a few minutes, the helicopter is waiting.”
    Suddenly the mass of the Guardian began to shrink ever so slightly so that it could float out of the chair. No.2 dropped the telephone and backed towards the pair of blast proof doors. By the time she reached the top of the ramp, with the Guardian increasing its size, she had expected the doors to open, they remained closed. The Guardian drew ever closer then came the noise, something crossed between the sound of a frogman breathing through an aqua lung, a bicycle pump, Gregorian chant, and a roar. And within moments it was upon her, she screamed and clawed at the membrane which threatened to cover her face cutting off the oxygen, smothering her until she ceased breathing and finally her body slumped dead on the floor. The Guardian resumed its chair, which slid down through the floor into the blackness below.


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Wednesday, 4 September 2019

A Favourite Scene In Village Day

    The scene with No.2 and the Supervisor standing together in the bushes as No.6 goes looking for trouble
   Supervisor “Number 6 appears to be looking for trouble, he’s heading towards the unveiling area.”
    No.2 “Well he’ll find what he’s looking for then won’t he. My men are more than capable of taking care of Number 6.”
    “You sure he won’t get to the statue and unveil it prematurely?”
    “Watch, just watch. Then get back to you Control Room, my replacement arrives soon.”
    “You’ve got the sack then!”
    “Certainly not! I’m going on to greater things, they’re every pleased with me.”
    “Yes, that’s what your predecessor said!”
   The scene was played out perfectly by the two actors Max Hora as No.2 and Nigel Kitcher as the Supervisor, they were naturals in their roles in responding to each other. Their facial expressions, the way they delivered the dialogue. The scene would not have been improved had I directed the two actors in the scene. Had we gone for a second take it would have ruined the scene, as it was I was absolutely delighted with it, which was done in one take, it was so perfect.


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Letter of Resignation

  What exactly was written in that letter the Prisoner hand delivered that day he resigned? It’s an age old question which the answer was perhaps something like this.

Sir Charles
    I hereby tender my resignation, with immediate effect.

Sincerely
ZM73   

    Well what would you have written?

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Thought For The Day

     The village, as Number 6 explained, is a place where people turn up. People who know too much, or too little, people who can’t be left around, the information inside their heads being of great value to one side or the other.
   Now you see I can understand how some people cannot be left to roam free at large, and why those who know too much turn up in the village. But not why those who know too little, perhaps they know just enough to have themselves sent to the village. After all No.2 did say they like to know everything!
    Both the Green Dome and ‘6 Private’ have the privilege of an electronic automatic door, but more than that, not only Number 6’s cottage, but also his London house. For when the Butler is about to enter No.1 Buckingham Place in ‘Fall Out’ the front door opens with a very familiar electronic hum. Abducted to the village? The Prisoner has been in the village all the time, in London!”

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Monday, 2 September 2019

Life In The Village!

   “There was something not quite right about that funeral yesterday.”
    “How do you mean?”
    “The head was wearing a mask!”
    “Not an iron mask?”
    “No of course not, it was a leather mask.”
    “How queer!”
    “You’ve heard the rumour of course.”
    “What rumour?”
    “Well they do say Rover attacked Number 6 in the night, and it was Number 6 we buried yesterday.”
    “That can’t be right, I only saw him this morning large as life.     Perhaps you buried his brother.”
    “He hasn’t got a brother.”
    “A look-a-like then.”
    “Or perhaps it’s Number 6’s look-a-like who now lives in 6 Private!”
    “Oh, perhaps that’s why Number 2 stopped that Curtis chap from leaving the village!”
    “Looks like Number Two has pulled a bit of a flanker in order to save his skin!”
    “And its not Number 6 now alive and well!”
    “No, he’s lying in the cemetery wearing an iron mask!”
    “Leather mask.”
    “Same difference.”
    “I think we’ve got time at the café for a cup of tea.”
    “And a teacake.”
    “Alright, and a teacake.”
    “Whose turn is it to pay?”
    “Yours!”


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Caught On Camera!

    No.6 having been sentenced to death makes a run for it with the screaming mob close on his heels. He runs long the corridor and into that room behind the pair of French doors into a small anti room, through another pair of French doors and into the room beyond. Then through that room and into the small mortuary, there is another door which he opens, yet there is the screaming mob. He can’t go that way and he cannot go back, however there is one way out, through a trapdoor in the floor. But just a minute, what’s on the other side of that door?
    It would appear that small room with the four long drawers, one containing the dead body of No.34, appears to be just the outer room of the mortuary. Because behind that door is the real mortuary.
   To be honest the few seconds of that room No.6 looks into passes by so quickly, that I have never really made study of it. There is a whole rack of numbered drawers set into a wall, the one there is numbered 74, and there are thirteen such numbered drawers. The question is, why are so many deceased citizens kept in drawers in the mortuary? I cannot think that so many deaths would require an autopsy. And even if they did, would the administration care? What’s more it seems the Town Hall is a funny place to have a mortuary, surely it should be in the hospital! But perhaps it was simply a matter of convenience, had the mortuary been in the hospital, they could hardly have filmed that scene when No.2 finds No.6 making the most of his opportunities, when he discovers the body of the man he cast adrift in the water earlier, locked up in the long box in that little room.


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Saturday, 31 August 2019

Map of Your Village

   Do all those buttons represent each citizen living in the village? Only there doesn’t seem to be enough of them, what’s more a good many of those numbered buttons will be for the buildings, the shop, café, and Fun Palace for example, but
strangely not the General Store. Some of the buttons are even duplicated, as well as subdivided by a letter. 2d for example, she’s on the Town Council, one of those brainwashed imbeciles No.6 refers to. Number 9 isn’t what you would expect, a cottage where No.9’s agent {Virginia Maskell} lives, 9 is the taxi rank! Yet to my eye, when the Prisoner goes to press a button for the taxi he actually presses the number 1 button. Then it appears the taxi arrives just in time to divert the Prisoner’s attention from the map, so we the viewer, never get to see where No.1 lives. Where does No.1 reside? As it happens the list which the Prisoner runs his finger down has “1} Town Hall,” is this simply the number of the Town Hall, or is it also where No.1 lives? Somewhere in a room beneath the Town Hall along one of those passage ways perhaps. Or in an elaborately decorated room as we see in ‘Dance of the Dead’ in which No.2 goes in to make her report. I realize that No.1 is last seen in the rocket in ‘Fall Out,’ however we have no idea when the village administration took delivery of said rocket. Besides No.1 couldn’t possibly spend all his time cooped up in that rocket, he would surely have to have quarters elsewhere. He would be a clever man to be able to maintain his anonymity all that time, only able to remove his face mask to eat and drink in perfect privacy! Makes you think doesn’t it, that there’s more to going about wearing a theatrical mask and robed all the time, and not just for a few moments in ‘Fall Out’!


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A Frontier Township!

    “Well Stranger, fancy living in Harmony?”
    “Not my kinda town!”
    “It’s a good Town.”
    “Enjoy it.”
    “Why, what’s wrong with our town mister?”
    “Maybe I don’t like the way its run.”
    “Oh you just do as the Judge says, he’ll look after you.”
    “I’ll look after myself.”
    “It’s a good town.”
    “Keep it!”
            {Townsman and The Man With No Name - Living In Harmony}
    So the Man with No Name doesn’t like their town. He doesn’t like the way its run, but then he can say the same of The Village! It’s the Judge he doesn’t like, he’s a bad judge. Just as long as the town’s people keep in line, he takes care of them. But put one foot out of line, and well just look at what he allowed to happen to Cathy Johnson’s brother. The Town’s people turned into an angry mob and lynched Johnson. That’s rather like the time Number 6 had been put on trial for the possession of a radio. He had been found guilty, and sentenced to death. The Citizens at the Ball turned into an angry mob screaming for the Prisoner’s blood. If they had managed to get their hands on Number 6, they wouldn’t have hanged him…..they would probably have torn him limb from limb! And those were not the only times Number 6 was forced to face an angry mob! Remember the way the ladies sub appeal Committee led a vicious attack upon Number 6, before he was manhandled all the way to the hospital in order to undergo the operation known as Instant Social Conversion. But how easily the mob is pacified. The one by a hanging, the other by the supposed mental salvation of a fellow citizen. Except Johnson didn’t hang because Johnson and the towns people did not physically exist, and the other never truly happened either as Number 6 never underwent the operation, but was merely kept heavily sedated. Such is the ease that the citizens of The Village can be so manipulated. As for Number 6, he just doesn’t want to live in harmony, no matter what the circumstances he finds himself in!


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Thursday, 29 August 2019

The Breda Aka M S Polotska















    I came across the following website the other day, via the link below, and was very pleased to see that the Breda aka M S Polotska is currently undergoing a complete refit and restoration.


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