The Prisoner1967

[Number Six, who was convinced by Number Two that he is in fact Number Twelve and that he should impersonate Number Six, is waiting in Number Six's house for "Number Six" - actually, Number Twelve. Number Twelve enters the house, whistling a tune, and pretends to be stunned to see "Number Twelve" - actually, Number Six - waiting for him, since they look exactly alike]

Number Twelve:
What the devil...?

[Number Six approaches Number Twelve]

Number Twelve:
[chuckles] Oh, very good. Very good indeed. One of Number Two's little ideas, I suppose? Where did they get you? A people's copying service, or you're one of those double agents we hear so much about these days?

Number Six:
[not amused] Since you've gone through so much trouble, the least I can do is... offer you a drink.

Number Twelve:
Scotch.

[they enter the lounge]

Number Twelve:
I take it, I'm supposed to go all fuzzy around the edges and run off into the distance, screaming "who am I"?

Number Six:
Probably, I have no idea.