![]() No one stirred in the darkened room, not the turbaned Pakistani, nor the weathered Inuit elder with hair as white and long as that of the delicate Mandarin seer who sat beside him. The pronouncement was benediction and warning, all at once. Suola di Atene Cambridge, England Monday, J11:59 pm Number Two: Six of one, half a dozen of another. For official purposes, everyone has a number. The Prisoner: Number what? Number Two: Six. If you don't give them to me, I'll take them. Your only chance to get out of here is to give them to me. ![]() Is that it? Change of loyalty? The Prisoner: Not mine. (stops reading) Is this a man who suddenly walks out? The Prisoner: I didn't walk out. Number Two: (reads from report) Subject shows great enthusiasm for his work. ![]() Number Two: But we have to know where your sympathies lie. The Prisoner: Imprison people? Steal their minds? Destroy them? Number Two: It depends on whose side you're on, doesn't it? The Prisoner: I'm on our side. What can I do for you? The Prisoner: Cobb! Number Two: What we do here has to be done. Number Two: As far as you're concerned, I'm in charge. The Prisoner: Get him! Number Two: I have taken his place.
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