The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen1989

M:
Well, you're not the woman I was expecting. I thought you'd be Miss Murray. Or her daughter. Or her... What, great-granddaughter?

Orlando:
You still remember us, then. I'm Orlando, by the way.

M:
Orlando? Really? So you're the... [looks through files] Let me see, what was it? Oh, yes... You're the "Delusional Queer", last seen in 1945. You see? We still remember you... Or at least I do.

Orlando:
What do you mean?

M:
I mean that I met Miss Murray... Or her daughter... In 1958, when I was much younger and prettier. Back then, I thought her a traitor. I even thought she'd murdered my beloved Uncle Hugo. Then, recently, a disenchanted CIA operative named Westen contacted us. He revealed that America had used a British agent to assassinate my father, Sir John Night... The same agent who'd partnered me against Miss Murray. I realised he'd probably killed my Godfather, too. Privately, I began to reevaluate Miss Murray and your "League".

Orlando:
What happened to the agent?

M:
Oh, you know: Cirrhosis. Emphysema. Syphilis. He's ninety-something and in agony, but we're keeping him alive. It's the least I can do. Unfortunately, he'd somehow become a national institution. We've employed increasingly younger stand-ins, keeping the propaganda myth going, like J3 and J6, for example. So, though your group absconded after World War II, I personally regard you neutrally... But you didn't know that. Why risk coming here?

Orlando:
Good point. I suppose I must be pretty f***ing desperate, aren't I? You see, the world's ending. You have to help me find Mina. She vanished in 1969, and...

M:
Wait a minute. You say the world's ending. Do you mean Prince Dakkar and the business in Kashmir?

Orlando:
[confused] Prince...? [realises] Oh... You mean little Jack Nemo. No, not him. I knew his grandmother. This is a traditional apocalypse. Oliver Haddo engineered an Antichrist...

M:
[thinks for a moment] Hmm... UNIT and our Cardiff enterprise are apparently anticipating a major occult event. All right... Let's assume you're who you say you are. Let's assume you're the legandary Orlando. That raises a lot of interesting questions. Would you like to follow me?