“No.6’s Interests Are Very Much
Those of The Community!”
Those of The Community!”
“Be seeing you…..be seeing
you……”
BCNU
Friday, 3 April 2015
Quote For The Day
“He who
digs a pit, will one day lie in it.”
{Number 6 - A Change of Mind}
Because more often than not, those who dig graves for others end up sleeping in those graves themselves! Number 2 thought he was digging a pit for Number 6 by turning all the citizens against Number 6. To achieve this he had two of his hoodlums set upon Number 6 when he was alone at his gymnasium apparatus in the woods. Number 2 knew how it would be, that the two men he deliberately chose to pick a fight with Number 6 would come off the worse. That then gave them the chance to report Number 6 to the Committee, knowing Number 6’s reaction. That he would treat the Committee with contempt, which of course he did. But it was enough to bring Number 6 to the attention of the committee, and that his continued attitude of disharmony would see him declared as unmutual!
The problem with the citizens of The Village is, they are socially conscious citizens and are provoked by the loathsome presence of an Unmutual! And yet its simply a witch hunt, “Citizens unite to denounce this menace in our presence!” And the Committee appears just to be another tool at Number 2’s disposal. Perhaps if the previous Number 2 had succeeded with ’Plan Division Q,’ there would be no need to carry out such inhuman operations as ’Instant Social Conversion.’
It also begs the question as to where all these so called disharmonious unmutuals came from in the first place. After all up until ‘Checkmate’ almost everyone seemed to be happy in The Village. Well perhaps not up to ‘Checkmate,’ come to think of it the citizens didn’t seem that happy at the Carnival! However there are times when the citizens appear to be happy, when enjoying themselves on the beach for example. Well perhaps there are more unhappy people in The Village than there seems, and an interim Number 2 did admit to Number 6 that there was a list of malcontents, and that he was top of the bill! And yet nothing was done about it, not even when they had the opportunity.
Like so many of his predecessors this current Number 2 was guilty of seriously underestimating Number 6. Who was not only able to turn the tables, not only on Number 86, but also on Number 2, by using 86 as a tool against him. And with his cleverness Number 6 was able to hoodwink Number 2 by telling him what he wanted to hear. And the pit which Number 2 had dug, in this episode, which he thought Number 6 would fall into, in fact ended up lying in that pit himself, in a manner of speaking!
Be seeing you
{Number 6 - A Change of Mind}
Because more often than not, those who dig graves for others end up sleeping in those graves themselves! Number 2 thought he was digging a pit for Number 6 by turning all the citizens against Number 6. To achieve this he had two of his hoodlums set upon Number 6 when he was alone at his gymnasium apparatus in the woods. Number 2 knew how it would be, that the two men he deliberately chose to pick a fight with Number 6 would come off the worse. That then gave them the chance to report Number 6 to the Committee, knowing Number 6’s reaction. That he would treat the Committee with contempt, which of course he did. But it was enough to bring Number 6 to the attention of the committee, and that his continued attitude of disharmony would see him declared as unmutual!
The problem with the citizens of The Village is, they are socially conscious citizens and are provoked by the loathsome presence of an Unmutual! And yet its simply a witch hunt, “Citizens unite to denounce this menace in our presence!” And the Committee appears just to be another tool at Number 2’s disposal. Perhaps if the previous Number 2 had succeeded with ’Plan Division Q,’ there would be no need to carry out such inhuman operations as ’Instant Social Conversion.’
It also begs the question as to where all these so called disharmonious unmutuals came from in the first place. After all up until ‘Checkmate’ almost everyone seemed to be happy in The Village. Well perhaps not up to ‘Checkmate,’ come to think of it the citizens didn’t seem that happy at the Carnival! However there are times when the citizens appear to be happy, when enjoying themselves on the beach for example. Well perhaps there are more unhappy people in The Village than there seems, and an interim Number 2 did admit to Number 6 that there was a list of malcontents, and that he was top of the bill! And yet nothing was done about it, not even when they had the opportunity.
Like so many of his predecessors this current Number 2 was guilty of seriously underestimating Number 6. Who was not only able to turn the tables, not only on Number 86, but also on Number 2, by using 86 as a tool against him. And with his cleverness Number 6 was able to hoodwink Number 2 by telling him what he wanted to hear. And the pit which Number 2 had dug, in this episode, which he thought Number 6 would fall into, in fact ended up lying in that pit himself, in a manner of speaking!
Be seeing you
Second Chances!
The black spherical chair rose up through the hole in the floor. To Number 2’s
surprise it was just the same as he remembered it. The purple walls of the
chamber, the wall screen, his curved desk, those ‘L’ shaped telephones. The
pair of thick steel doors, and the Penny Farthing bicycle. Slowly the man
leaned forward out of the chair and reached for the red telephone which he
clutched to his bosom as he sat back in his chair, wondering if he was still up
to the task. After all it had been so long ago. The years had not been kind to
him, he was no longer quite the man he was. Older for a start, not so lean
these days, having put on a little weight, and yet the double breasted blazer
still fitted him. Well that’s what he told himself.
Number 2 gripped the red ’L’ shaped telephone tightly in his hands, pausing a moment in quiet thought. But this was not the time for thinking, this was a time for doing. He asked himself where was the decisive, confident young man of long ago? When he stood looking in the shaving mirror that morning, he could no longer see that man. Instead of a lean face, a rounded face looked back at him. He pressed the small square chrome button on the telephone, and announced himself.
“Number Two here……..well I was surprised to find myself back here sir, as you know its been a very long time……….well yes sir, thank you sir. But if you could just explain why………..Number Six, he’s still here, as a prisoner?……….After all these years you are no further forward with Number 6 now as you were then!…………..Am I the last then?…………….not quite, I see sir.”
In the Control Room the Observers watched, as they were supervised by Supervisor-Number 106. A distinguished looking man of dark skin with white hair, now 97 years of age, and formerly of Haiti birth . Like Number 2 he was brought back to The Village because of his experience. Unlike Number 2, the Supervisor is the last of his kind.
“I want to see the interior of Six Private” the Supervisor ordered.
At the touch of a button the wall screen came to life displaying the interior of a cottage.
“Why is he doing that?” asked one of the Observers.
On the screen the figure of a man was slowly pacing the floor of his study, back and forth, this way and that, with a ham sandwich in the one hand and a cup of coffee or tea in the other.
“It would seem that old habits die hard!” said the Supervisor quietly.
“You know him?” Number 34 asked, assistant to the Supervisor.
“You could say I’ve had previous experience of him” replied the Supervisor.
“And you are up to this?” 34 asked.
“Listen boy, ninety-seven I may be, but its experience that counts!” the Supervisor told him.
The steel doors to Number 2’s office slid open and Number 6 walked slowly though the doorway and down the ramp. Behind him stood the tall bald-headed butler in black tails.
“Number Six my dear fellow do come in, do come in. Can I get you some tea? Number 2 asked his visitor.
“That would be nice” Number 6 replied looking for a chair.
“Oh I am sorry, do take a chair” offered Number 2, at the same time pressing a button on the control panel of his desk.
A round section in the floor dropped a few centimetres then slid to reveal a hole in the floor, through which rose a black leather chair. Number 6 sat down.
The Butler turned to leave.
“Just a minute” said Number 2 “Where is he?”
The Butler stopped in the doorway and turned to face his new master “Where’s who sir?”
Number 2 removed his black rimmed spectacles “the Butler, where’s the Butler, we would like some tea.”
“I’m the Butler sir” said the Butler pulling in his stomach and sticking out his chin.
“I mean the little short fellow who never said much, if anything” said Number 2.
“He died sir” the Butler informed him.
“Oh! Well we would like some tea” Number 2 ordered.
“Yes I know sir, I’ll away and make it” the butler said turning and passing through the doorway, the pair of steel doors closing behind him.
“Well Number Six……..”
“As well as can be expected. None of us are getting any younger.”
“They haven’t moved you into the Old Peoples Home yet then?”
“They tried” Number 6 told him “I resisted. When I die I said, it will be in my own bed in my own home!”
“Well said Number Six, but you’re not planning on dying just yet I hope” said Number 2 taking off his glasses.
“No, but as the years have passed by, I have become more and more aware of my own mortality. They haven’t pensioned you off then?”
“I’m Village, just like you” Number 2 told him “otherwise you wouldn’t still be here after all these years, and I’d still be ……….”
“What have they brought you back for? They must be scraping the bottom of the barrel!”
Number 2 put his spectacles back on “Passed through the bottom of the barrel I’m afraid. They tell me I’m almost the last of my kind, you on the other hand remain unique.”
The pair of steel doors slid open and the Butler enters carrying a tea tray.
“Ah tea” said Number 2 rising slowly out of his chair.
The Butler places the tray down onto the desk. “Shall I pour sir?” he asked.
“Please” said Number 2
The Butler set about doing so, and during this time neither Number 2 nor Number 6 spoke a word. The Butler poured the tea into two Crown Derby cups.
“Milk gentlemen?”
“Yes please” said Number 2
“I’ll have mine with lemon” said Number 6 with a cheery smile.
The Butler added a slice of lemon and passed the cup and saucer to the seated Number 6, while Number 2 picked up his cup, adding two lumps of sugar, and stirred it with a sliver spoon.
The Butler turned, walked across the floor, up the ramp, and out through the opening steel doors, which closed behind him.
“Well” said Number 6 “That’s the niceties out of the way, what do you want?”
Number 2 retook his chair “Straight to the point as ever Number Six. I’ve been brought back here because of you!”
Number 6 sipped his tea without once taking his eyes off this aged Number 2.
“You have grown dependant of The Village. Every time you managed to escape, you came back. In fact no sooner had you escaped, then you couldn’t get back to The Village quick enough!”
Number 6 put his cup down onto the saucer “What are you talking about?”
“They want you out Number Six. People have grown tired of you. They thought that after the events of ‘Fall Out’ that would be the end of the matter. But oh no, back you came large as life.”
Number 6 let the cup and saucer slip from his hand, they smashed to pieces, lying broken on the floor, amid the spilt tea.
Number 2 took of his glasses “There you go again. We’ve noticed how you keep doing that.”
“Doing what?” Number 6 asked.
“Whenever you are about, more often than not, there is an upset teacup in a saucer, or else broken crockery!”
“You said they want me out! Who, who wants me out?”
“You are no longer important, you’re just an old man who is little more than a nuisance. And the information you hold, it’s obsolete. No-one is interested in it, or in you.”
“I can tell you why I resigned.”
“Don’t waste your time Number Six” Number 2 told him taking of his spectacles.
“I resigned………….”
“What, because it was a matter of conscience! That for a very long time” said Number 2 putting his glasses on “Oh no, you resigned for peace, for peace of mind, because too many people know too much!”
“I became disillusioned with the kind of work I had to do. Often it was dirty work, but someone had got to do it, someone had to.”
“You got your hands dirty once too often.”
“Having to do other people’s dirty business, it takes its toll.”
“So you walked out.”
“I didn’t walk out, I resigned!”
“See that” said the Supervisor to his assistant “that’s the mark of a real professional.”
“Why are we observing them?” asked Number 72.
“Haven’t you learned anything? In The Village everybody watched everyone else” explained the Supervisor.
“Are we being observed?” Number 72 asked.
The Supervisor turned his eyes towards the stainless steel electronic eye orbiting the Control Room.
Number 2 took his glasses off once more “Tell me Number Six, what kind of man resigns his job, yet remains loyal to his former employer?” and slipped his spectacles on again.
“Do you have to keep doing that?” Number 6 asked.
“Do what?” asked Number 2 taking his spectacles off again.
“That, taking off and putting on those spectacles it really is irritating.”
“There is a helicopter leaving The Village at two o’clock, you will be on it” Number 2 informed him.
There was a sad, almost lost expression came over Number 6’s face “Where shall I go?” he asked.
“Back to where you came from, where do you expect?” Number 2 replied, who was about to take off his spectacles, but then thought better of it.
“There’s nothing there for me, not after all this time…………..the Village is my home” Number 6 told him “I am Village!”
“Good day Number Six” said Number 2 quietly.
“I’ll die!” Number 6 told him.
“We all do that sooner or later. Now if you don’t mind I’ve an awful lot of work to be getting on with” Number 2 explained.
In the Control room the Supervisor gave orders for the helicopter to be refuelled and made ready for departure at two o’clock.
“He’s not why this Number 2 has been brought back then?” 72 asked.
“No” replied the Supervisor.
“And you?”
“Because I’m the last of my kind, and at some point in our lives we all deserve a second chance. Wouldn’t you agree Number Two-four-zero?”
An old, yet still attractive woman looked up from her monitor “I used to be their best Observer” she said with a smile.
“You still are” remarked the Supervisor with a smile.
Two o’clock arrived, and Number 6 stood waiting on the triangular lawn by the helicopter, and Number 2 arrived in a taxi just in time to see him off.
“Well Number Six, this is it then.”
“If you say so” Number 6 replied with suspicion.
“Ah here’s the helicopter pilot” Number 2 observed.
The pilot climbed into the cabin of the Alouette helicopter after having made his safety checks.
Number 2 held out an open hand to Number 6, who eyed it with suspicion “If this is another of your games……”
“Its isn’t Number 6, believe me. This is goodbye” Number 2 told him.
Number 6 refused the open hand and having placed his single suitcase into the helicopter, he climbed into the cabin after it.
The pilot pressed the starter and the engine powered up. The rotor blades began to turn, slowly at first, but then faster and faster until the helicopter lifted off the ground, and taking to the air flew high into the sky across the estuary.
Number 2 about to take off his spectacles, turned his eyes up to the sky, shocked and surprised to see the helicopter had not turned back towards The Village!
Be seeing you
Copyright David A. Stimpson
Number 2 gripped the red ’L’ shaped telephone tightly in his hands, pausing a moment in quiet thought. But this was not the time for thinking, this was a time for doing. He asked himself where was the decisive, confident young man of long ago? When he stood looking in the shaving mirror that morning, he could no longer see that man. Instead of a lean face, a rounded face looked back at him. He pressed the small square chrome button on the telephone, and announced himself.
“Number Two here……..well I was surprised to find myself back here sir, as you know its been a very long time……….well yes sir, thank you sir. But if you could just explain why………..Number Six, he’s still here, as a prisoner?……….After all these years you are no further forward with Number 6 now as you were then!…………..Am I the last then?…………….not quite, I see sir.”
In the Control Room the Observers watched, as they were supervised by Supervisor-Number 106. A distinguished looking man of dark skin with white hair, now 97 years of age, and formerly of Haiti birth . Like Number 2 he was brought back to The Village because of his experience. Unlike Number 2, the Supervisor is the last of his kind.
“I want to see the interior of Six Private” the Supervisor ordered.
At the touch of a button the wall screen came to life displaying the interior of a cottage.
“Why is he doing that?” asked one of the Observers.
On the screen the figure of a man was slowly pacing the floor of his study, back and forth, this way and that, with a ham sandwich in the one hand and a cup of coffee or tea in the other.
“It would seem that old habits die hard!” said the Supervisor quietly.
“You know him?” Number 34 asked, assistant to the Supervisor.
“You could say I’ve had previous experience of him” replied the Supervisor.
“And you are up to this?” 34 asked.
“Listen boy, ninety-seven I may be, but its experience that counts!” the Supervisor told him.
The steel doors to Number 2’s office slid open and Number 6 walked slowly though the doorway and down the ramp. Behind him stood the tall bald-headed butler in black tails.
“Number Six my dear fellow do come in, do come in. Can I get you some tea? Number 2 asked his visitor.
“That would be nice” Number 6 replied looking for a chair.
“Oh I am sorry, do take a chair” offered Number 2, at the same time pressing a button on the control panel of his desk.
A round section in the floor dropped a few centimetres then slid to reveal a hole in the floor, through which rose a black leather chair. Number 6 sat down.
The Butler turned to leave.
“Just a minute” said Number 2 “Where is he?”
The Butler stopped in the doorway and turned to face his new master “Where’s who sir?”
Number 2 removed his black rimmed spectacles “the Butler, where’s the Butler, we would like some tea.”
“I’m the Butler sir” said the Butler pulling in his stomach and sticking out his chin.
“I mean the little short fellow who never said much, if anything” said Number 2.
“He died sir” the Butler informed him.
“Oh! Well we would like some tea” Number 2 ordered.
“Yes I know sir, I’ll away and make it” the butler said turning and passing through the doorway, the pair of steel doors closing behind him.
“Well Number Six……..”
“As well as can be expected. None of us are getting any younger.”
“They haven’t moved you into the Old Peoples Home yet then?”
“They tried” Number 6 told him “I resisted. When I die I said, it will be in my own bed in my own home!”
“Well said Number Six, but you’re not planning on dying just yet I hope” said Number 2 taking off his glasses.
“No, but as the years have passed by, I have become more and more aware of my own mortality. They haven’t pensioned you off then?”
“I’m Village, just like you” Number 2 told him “otherwise you wouldn’t still be here after all these years, and I’d still be ……….”
“What have they brought you back for? They must be scraping the bottom of the barrel!”
Number 2 put his spectacles back on “Passed through the bottom of the barrel I’m afraid. They tell me I’m almost the last of my kind, you on the other hand remain unique.”
The pair of steel doors slid open and the Butler enters carrying a tea tray.
“Ah tea” said Number 2 rising slowly out of his chair.
The Butler places the tray down onto the desk. “Shall I pour sir?” he asked.
“Please” said Number 2
The Butler set about doing so, and during this time neither Number 2 nor Number 6 spoke a word. The Butler poured the tea into two Crown Derby cups.
“Milk gentlemen?”
“Yes please” said Number 2
“I’ll have mine with lemon” said Number 6 with a cheery smile.
The Butler added a slice of lemon and passed the cup and saucer to the seated Number 6, while Number 2 picked up his cup, adding two lumps of sugar, and stirred it with a sliver spoon.
The Butler turned, walked across the floor, up the ramp, and out through the opening steel doors, which closed behind him.
“Well” said Number 6 “That’s the niceties out of the way, what do you want?”
Number 2 retook his chair “Straight to the point as ever Number Six. I’ve been brought back here because of you!”
Number 6 sipped his tea without once taking his eyes off this aged Number 2.
“You have grown dependant of The Village. Every time you managed to escape, you came back. In fact no sooner had you escaped, then you couldn’t get back to The Village quick enough!”
Number 6 put his cup down onto the saucer “What are you talking about?”
“They want you out Number Six. People have grown tired of you. They thought that after the events of ‘Fall Out’ that would be the end of the matter. But oh no, back you came large as life.”
Number 6 let the cup and saucer slip from his hand, they smashed to pieces, lying broken on the floor, amid the spilt tea.
Number 2 took of his glasses “There you go again. We’ve noticed how you keep doing that.”
“Doing what?” Number 6 asked.
“Whenever you are about, more often than not, there is an upset teacup in a saucer, or else broken crockery!”
“You said they want me out! Who, who wants me out?”
“You are no longer important, you’re just an old man who is little more than a nuisance. And the information you hold, it’s obsolete. No-one is interested in it, or in you.”
“I can tell you why I resigned.”
“Don’t waste your time Number Six” Number 2 told him taking of his spectacles.
“I resigned………….”
“What, because it was a matter of conscience! That for a very long time” said Number 2 putting his glasses on “Oh no, you resigned for peace, for peace of mind, because too many people know too much!”
“I became disillusioned with the kind of work I had to do. Often it was dirty work, but someone had got to do it, someone had to.”
“You got your hands dirty once too often.”
“Having to do other people’s dirty business, it takes its toll.”
“So you walked out.”
“I didn’t walk out, I resigned!”
“See that” said the Supervisor to his assistant “that’s the mark of a real professional.”
“Why are we observing them?” asked Number 72.
“Haven’t you learned anything? In The Village everybody watched everyone else” explained the Supervisor.
“Are we being observed?” Number 72 asked.
The Supervisor turned his eyes towards the stainless steel electronic eye orbiting the Control Room.
Number 2 took his glasses off once more “Tell me Number Six, what kind of man resigns his job, yet remains loyal to his former employer?” and slipped his spectacles on again.
“Do you have to keep doing that?” Number 6 asked.
“Do what?” asked Number 2 taking his spectacles off again.
“That, taking off and putting on those spectacles it really is irritating.”
“There is a helicopter leaving The Village at two o’clock, you will be on it” Number 2 informed him.
There was a sad, almost lost expression came over Number 6’s face “Where shall I go?” he asked.
“Back to where you came from, where do you expect?” Number 2 replied, who was about to take off his spectacles, but then thought better of it.
“There’s nothing there for me, not after all this time…………..the Village is my home” Number 6 told him “I am Village!”
“Good day Number Six” said Number 2 quietly.
“I’ll die!” Number 6 told him.
“We all do that sooner or later. Now if you don’t mind I’ve an awful lot of work to be getting on with” Number 2 explained.
In the Control room the Supervisor gave orders for the helicopter to be refuelled and made ready for departure at two o’clock.
“He’s not why this Number 2 has been brought back then?” 72 asked.
“No” replied the Supervisor.
“And you?”
“Because I’m the last of my kind, and at some point in our lives we all deserve a second chance. Wouldn’t you agree Number Two-four-zero?”
An old, yet still attractive woman looked up from her monitor “I used to be their best Observer” she said with a smile.
“You still are” remarked the Supervisor with a smile.
Two o’clock arrived, and Number 6 stood waiting on the triangular lawn by the helicopter, and Number 2 arrived in a taxi just in time to see him off.
“Well Number Six, this is it then.”
“If you say so” Number 6 replied with suspicion.
“Ah here’s the helicopter pilot” Number 2 observed.
The pilot climbed into the cabin of the Alouette helicopter after having made his safety checks.
Number 2 held out an open hand to Number 6, who eyed it with suspicion “If this is another of your games……”
“Its isn’t Number 6, believe me. This is goodbye” Number 2 told him.
Number 6 refused the open hand and having placed his single suitcase into the helicopter, he climbed into the cabin after it.
The pilot pressed the starter and the engine powered up. The rotor blades began to turn, slowly at first, but then faster and faster until the helicopter lifted off the ground, and taking to the air flew high into the sky across the estuary.
Number 2 about to take off his spectacles, turned his eyes up to the sky, shocked and surprised to see the helicopter had not turned back towards The Village!
Be seeing you
Copyright David A. Stimpson
Thursday, 2 April 2015
Caught On Camera!
It’s cleverly cut. Number 6, McGoohan, walks toward the blue post box with the note he’s about to post, and yet it’s Number 6 Frank Maher who walks away after the note was posted! That’s because McGoohan filmed the first part of the scene in September 1966, and Frank Maher filmed the second part of the scene in March 1967! Why couldn’t McGoohan film the whole sequence himself in one take? Makes you wonder doesn’t it!
BCNU
Thought For The Day
This coming
Prisoner convention being held at Portmeirion over the weekend of April 17th to 19th, an
ex-Number 2 {Derren Nesbitt} will be returning to The Village. Well that’s not
quite right, seeing as how he technically never really made it to The Village
in the first place!
As an interim Number 2 he was eager to please, as he over-saw ‘Plan Division Q’ the planned execution of a retired Number 2. The trouble was you see, having to involve Number 6 in the plan. And that wasn’t good for this particular interim Number 2 who gave his word that the plan was running like clockwork, and was “dead on schedule!”
It can only be supposed what exactly was going through the newly appointed Number 2’s mind when the Top Hat official placed the great Seal of office about his neck and shoulders. He must have known at that point that the game was well and truly up for him, and from that moment it was merely a question of his survival. Because he couldn’t be sure whether or not the plastic explosive secreted in the Great Seal would be detonated by radio or not. The detonator could have been activated during the struggle between Numbers 6 and 100, then what? Perhaps that might have served the same purpose for Number 1, any assassinated Number 2 might have served, newly appointed or not.
As a friend once wrote in an email, its not everyday one is afforded the opportunity to meet a returning Number 2 to The Village, or words to that effect. I can only hope for his sake, that he has rather more success this time than he did the last, nearly 48 years ago!
Be seeing you
As an interim Number 2 he was eager to please, as he over-saw ‘Plan Division Q’ the planned execution of a retired Number 2. The trouble was you see, having to involve Number 6 in the plan. And that wasn’t good for this particular interim Number 2 who gave his word that the plan was running like clockwork, and was “dead on schedule!”
It can only be supposed what exactly was going through the newly appointed Number 2’s mind when the Top Hat official placed the great Seal of office about his neck and shoulders. He must have known at that point that the game was well and truly up for him, and from that moment it was merely a question of his survival. Because he couldn’t be sure whether or not the plastic explosive secreted in the Great Seal would be detonated by radio or not. The detonator could have been activated during the struggle between Numbers 6 and 100, then what? Perhaps that might have served the same purpose for Number 1, any assassinated Number 2 might have served, newly appointed or not.
As a friend once wrote in an email, its not everyday one is afforded the opportunity to meet a returning Number 2 to The Village, or words to that effect. I can only hope for his sake, that he has rather more success this time than he did the last, nearly 48 years ago!
Be seeing you
Loyalty!
Loyalty
doesn’t always pay. Take Number 6. He remained loyal after resigning his job,
even after their betrayal of him. The Colonel, well he was not to be trusted as
far as he could be thrown. He is a highly placed Civil Servant, and no better
should be thought of him. But Fotheringay, how to describe a man so eagerly
looking forward to seeing his ex-colleague again. I suppose being an
ex-colleague and therefore no longer of the “Old Firm,” makes Number 6 fair game.
It probably wouldn’t have been quite so bad had Fothergay not claimed to had
gone to the same school as Number 6, as he did in the ‘Alt-Chimes.’ Old school
chums, classmates even, one time colleagues and friends, these things matter
not one jot to one in the fold of British Intelligence. And further more he
betrayed Number 6 so easily, and without feeling. He was most convincing
speaking on the telephone, one believed him the first time, because then we
didn’t know any different.
Had Fotheringay, at one time or another, found himself in The Village as a prisoner? If he had it wouldn’t have taken him long to talk, and like Cobb be released from The Village to serve new masters. Because there can be no doubt that Fotheringay was working for The Village, on assignment and not simply following orders. He asked Number 2 what his next assignment was. He must also have been a trustee, trusted that when he returned to London he wouldn’t talk to anyone about either The Village, or his ex-colleague held captive there. Loyalty, sometimes it pays, just ask Fotheringay!
Be seeing you
Had Fotheringay, at one time or another, found himself in The Village as a prisoner? If he had it wouldn’t have taken him long to talk, and like Cobb be released from The Village to serve new masters. Because there can be no doubt that Fotheringay was working for The Village, on assignment and not simply following orders. He asked Number 2 what his next assignment was. He must also have been a trustee, trusted that when he returned to London he wouldn’t talk to anyone about either The Village, or his ex-colleague held captive there. Loyalty, sometimes it pays, just ask Fotheringay!
Be seeing you
File No.6
“Back to the beginning!”
It would seem that for Number 2, ‘The Chimes of Big Ben’ is a cyclical episode, seeing as he wasn’t any better off at the end as he was at the beginning!
This particular Number 2 was only employed to see that Number 6’s escape of The Village went ahead with no interference. Had the plan worked, meaning that Post 5 had had his wristwatch set at the right time and thereby not have synchronised with the chimes of Big Ben, would the plan have succeeded, with Number 6 actually telling the Colonel the reason behind his resignation. Would then the Colonel have told Number 2? It might have depended on who wanted the information in the first place and why. However, it may be supposed that Number 2 would have been told, because it was he who asked the question in the first place, “Why did he resign?” Why? Because Number 6’s file did need bringing up to date, that being the one piece of information missing from it.
Be seeing you
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