What's That No.6 Up To?

London 1968 - and the arrival home after the evacuation of the Village.

    "You can't go about dressed like that now you know" the Prisoner said.
    "Why not?" asked No.2.
    "Well you stand out more, dressed like that here, than I did on the day of my arrival in the Village!"
    "Oh you stood out my dear fellow, believe you me. Anyway we're both free men, we can go about dressed as we like, eh Number Six?"
    "I'm not Number Six any longer, just as you are no longer Number Two. You are number nothing!"
    "Oh don't start all that again!"
    "Start all what again?"
    "Look it's been fun, but I really do have to go now, people are waiting."
    "If I decide to do a second series......"
    "Don't call me under any circumstances!"
    "Don't be like that. It wasn't that bad!"
    "Not for you maybe. Look, I still remember in that blessed Embryo Room when you half strangled me. If it hadn't been for Angelo with that truncheon........!"
    "We both got carried away."
    "With our characters?"
    "Yes."
    "Yes, well, some more than most! Well I suppose I can't help but see you next time round."
    "Next time round what?"
    "You'll see. What are you going to do now?"
    "Go home I suppose."
    "What, and take our diminutive friend there with you I suppose?"
    "Well of course."
    "Well take care Number Six, that's my advice to you. And watch out for black hearses, you never know you know."
    After waving his friend off to the Hosues of Parliament, the Prisoner finally returned home with his Butler. As he prepares to get into his Lotus a black hearse drives slowly passed, possibly lurking, waiting for its next victim!
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