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?
Be seeing you
