:07:17
May I help you, madam?
:07:19
For Mr. John Steed, I'm Dr. Peel.
:07:21
I'm afraid that's impossible.
:07:23
-You are female.
-As you see.
:07:25
Then you can't come in.
:07:28
I have an appointment.
:07:31
No women.
:07:32
-Not in Boodle's. Not since 1762.
-Really?
:07:49
Dr. Peel, I presume.
:07:52
And you must be Steed.
:07:54
-Please don't get up.
-And I was about to throw in the towel.
:07:58
Spot of bother at the door.
:07:59
Well, I shouldn't wonder.
Not a woman inside Boodle's since--
:08:03
1762.
:08:06
So what was all this? Some sort of test?
:08:08
Congratulations. You've entered
a bastion of male privilege.
:08:12
You're not someone
who plays by the rules.
:08:14
Rules are made to be broken.
:08:17
Not by me.
:08:20
Play by the rules, Doctor,
or the game is nothing.
:08:23
And just what is the game?
:08:25
This is all terribly formal.
Must I go on calling you Dr. Peel?
:08:28
No, no.
:08:29
Under the circumstances,
you may call me Mrs. Peel.
:08:33
Much better.
:08:34
Now that we've settled
the matter of titles...
:08:36
...will you kindly explain
why you wished to meet me?
:08:39
I didn't. Mother did.
:08:41
"Mother?"
:08:43
Mother.
:08:46
Four o'clock. Mustn't be late.
:08:48
Time for tea?
:08:49
Word of warning: Don't take
the macaroon. Mother's favorite.