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The Prisoner: Harlan’s Viewing Order

From 3 January 1993, Harlan Ellison’s Watching—a cultural commentary by the eponymous writer, named for his film criticism column—closed episodes of the Sci-Fi Channel’s weekly news program, Sci-Fi Buzz. It was my first sustained exposure to a writer who would—sixteen years later—become one of my closest friends for the last nine years of his life.

Those Watching segments shaped my opinions and tastes in ways it would take too long to enumerate, but what really established a sense of one-way kinship between Ellison and I was his affinity for The Prisoner (1967–8), which had permanently warped me when KUHT ran it in 1990.

On Labor Day, 1993, Ellison met McGoohan in my mind:

“Feeling trapped? Feeling paranoid? Are they out to get you? Are they listening to your every word? Thought so. Which makes you absolutely ready for The Prisoner marathon. I’m Harlan Ellison, world famous author and outcast, just like you. And I’ve been trapped into hosting the seventeen episodes of this classic and controversial series. They’ll be shown uncut, and in their entirety, right here, on Monday, September 6th.”

“Arrival” is always the beginning.

The Prisoner was the first television series that confronted me with the possibility of multiple viewing orders. When I first saw it on Houston’s PBS affiliate, the seventeen episodes were presented in the “official” sequence determined by ITC, the show’s corporate owner. That order had more to do with when the episodes were completed by the post-production crews than what was going on within the story. (This was also the order used by MPI Home Video for their VHS and Laserdisc releases of the series, as well as the sequence proffered by several books on the show.)

In 1991, the A&E cable channel screened The Prisoner and I was startled to see the episodes appearing in a different order, a sequence I’d later learn was preferred by Six of One, The Prisoner Appreciation Society.

For the Sci-Fi Channel marathon, Harlan commented upon the ordering controversy and supplied his own iteration, fixing at least one major continuity issue in the Six-of-One sequence. (Some kind soul uploaded a very dodgy recording of the tail-end of Ellison’s linking material to YouTube, if you’d like to take a look. One day, I must exhume my videotapes to revisit the earlier part of the marathon.)

How, you may well ask, could a mere seventeen episodes be ordered in no less than three sequences? (As of this post, Wikipedia.org lists six viewing orders for The Prisoner, so the question is twice as complicated as you might have thought.)

But none of them are Harlan’s order.

“I’m Harlan Ellison, asking if you know how many sides a round building has? And assuring you we’ll be back directly, with yet more of The Prisoner marathon, on the channel whose name will never pass my lips.”

During the marathon, the Host echoed the Prisoner’s refusal to explain his resignation by not speaking the name of the channel, instead gesturing to the logo superimposed in the bottom right-hand corner of the screen. Harlan had a long-standing aversion to “sci-fi”, “that hideous neologism”, which he likened to the sound of insects fucking, so it was all in character.

Harlan’s order:

01 Arrival
02 Free for All
03 Day of the Dead
04 Checkmate
05 The Chimes of Big Ben
06 The General
07 A. B. and C
08 The Schizoid Man
09 Many Happy Returns
10 It’s Your Funeral
11 A Change of Mind
12 Hammer into Anvil
13 Do Not Forsake Me, Oh My Darling
14 Living in Harmony
15 The Girl Who Was Death
16 Once Upon a Time
17 Fall Out

“I’m your host, Harlan Ellison, and the answer is: a round building has two sides…inside, and outside…and you’re watching the five thousandth hour of The Prisoner marathon, exclusively pumped into the Village by…”

“Fall Out” is always the end.

Thanks, Harlan. I miss you.

In the interest of embracing new ideas, I commend to you Alex Cox’s 2017 book I Am (Not) a Number: Decoding The Prisoner, in which the writer-director of Repo Man (1984)—a movie I first encountered thanks to Harlan’s review—offers a radical reinterpretation of the series…and another viewing order.

I tried Cox’s order in March 2018, when I was ill with what I still regard as the most congenial virus that’s ever infected me.1 While low-maintenance as illnesses go, I regret that my memory of how Cox’s order played went with the infection. It’s probably time to try it again.

I Am (Not) a Number is a beautifully designed—by Elsa Mathern—book, by the way. The 6 on the cover is spot glossed, and the word “not” is rendered such that the book appears to be titled I Am a Number from a distance, but becomes I Am Not a Number when you pick it up. Kamera Books is to be commended for the production.

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JASON DAVIS

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  1. For seven days, the virus robbed me of the ability to sleep, filled my head with an oppressive pressure, and supplied my body with an indistinct ache. There were no coughs, sneezes, or other respiratory issues—which are what I hate most—just a sort of living death that vanished after seven days. ↩︎

Answers Are a Prison

Slightly early for its 40th anniversary, the enigmatic British TV series, The Prisoner, makes its second DVD encore, raising more questions than it offers answers and extolling the virtues of the medium as a societal critic while delivering a thoroughly entertaining and mind-altering viewing experience.


Upon resigning from a top secret post in Her Majesty’s government, a British agent (Patrick McGoohan) is abducted from his London flat to awaken in a surreal holiday camp known as the Village. An introduction to the chief administrator, designated “Number Two” (Guy Doleman), reveals that the prisoner has been incarcerated because the confidential information in his head is too dangerous to leave at liberty. Designated “Number Six,” the Prisoner immediately sets about undermining the seemingly endless succession of Number Twos’ (George Baker, Eric Portman, Mary Morris, et al.) attempts to break his will while simultaneously seeking any escape from his picturesque coastal (or island?) prison. The brainchild of actor Patrick McGoohan—then famous for his portrayal of NATO/M9 spy John Drake in Danger Man (1960–62, 1964–66, known in the U.S. as Secret Agent)—and writer George Markstein, The Prisoner was as much a struggle between the two men’s personal æsthetics as it was McGoohan’s philosophical assault on 1960s British society.

At the heart of the concept resides McGoohan’s desire to create an avant-garde exploration of society that criticizes everything from rote learning in schools (in “The General”) to free democratic elections (in “Free for All”) while script editor George Markstein aimed to tell riveting adventure stories in the espionage/sf milieu. The constant tug of war between the two creative forces ensured that the series could be appreciated as straightforward television fare while offering hidden depths for viewers keen to look below the surface.

The honeymoon of the first 13 episodes ended with Markstein’s resignation—an irony, as he portrayed the official to whom the Prisoner submitted his resignation during the title sequence every week—and the final four episodes exhibit unbalanced excess on McGoohan’s part, with the underlying allegory of the earlier episodes rampaging over any semblance of narrative realism. The anarchic finale “Fall Out,” for example, is rich with symbolism, but lacking in substance, and the audience is forced to take their metaphorical medicine without any storytelling sugar.

Nothing is sacred as far as the series and McGoohan are concerned. The tropes dividing one genre from another were trampled with abandon. “Living in Harmony” re-stages the series as a Western with Prisoner as a retired sheriff unwilling to take up arms on behalf of the Village while “The Girl Who Was Death” spoofs the very style of spy earlier series in which McGoohan made his name. Sf elements like virtual reality and thought transference play key roles and an undercurrent of mystery informs every moment that the Prisoner remains in the Village, unsure of the true reasons behind his imprisonment. In keeping with the mystery element, the show dispenses an unending array of questions about the nature of the Prisoner, the Village, and indeed the world in which the story is set. Unlike traditional mysteries, the questions are rarely answered, and only with ambiguity when they are. It’s up to the viewer to fill in the blanks and establish the meaning of what they’re watching. In that way, The Prisoner is a Rorschach test with the audience interpreting the show in light of their own psychological baggage, rather than offering a concise interpretation dictated by the anti-authoritarian McGoohan.


The only disappointment with this otherwise-fine DVD release is the dearth of new supplemental materials. Though the informative interview with production manager Bernie Williams sheds some light on the show’s tumultuous origins and the ubiquitous early, alternate edit of “The Chimes of Big Ben” offers a different take on the familiar material, the rest of the extras are trivial ephemera and the same tired facts and figures available in any worthwhile book on the series (as is the case with The Prisoner Video Companion). The absence of any documentaries on the series and the inexcusable omission of the alternate version of “Arrival” (available on the UK collection The Prisoner – 35th Anniversary Collection) is a serious oversight for a series so often reissued by the same label.


More potent in today’s computerized, politically correct, and socially conscious world than it was even at the height of the ’60s, The Prisoner’s exaltation of the individual over society stands as a monument of relevant television written for a purpose. Style imbued with substance, and occasionally overrun by its own ambition, the series serves two masters seeking to both enlighten and entertain.

[For the record, this reviewer presently recommends two separate Region B Blu-ray releases of The Prisoner available in the UK: Network’s 2009 reissue (briefly available in Region A from A&E, but tragically out of print) was absolutely brilliant with a superb supplemental package including the documentary Don’t Knock Yourself Out, the aforementioned early edit of “Arrival,” and stunning transfers of the episodes accompanied by restrained-but-effective new 5.1 sound mixes (and the original mono, for purists). The other contender is Network’s 2017 50th Anniversary Limited Edition, which features the same transfers as seen on the 2009 release (sans 5.1 mixes), dumps most of the earlier supplements and adds informative text production commentaries, film historian Chris Rodley’s enigmatic exposé of Patrick McGoohan—In My Mind—six CDs containing all the specially composed and library music used in the series, and a hardbound book by television historian Andrew Pixley.]

Review © 2006 by Jason Davis. All rights reserved. Images courtesy of Incorporated Television Companies Ltd.

TV Wasteland: Lost in the Village

Do you ever look at something and think, “Has no one else noticed this?” That’s exactly what I did when I sat down to watch The Prisoner in a marathon session earlier this week. Think about it. You have an isolated location honeycombed with strange bunkers where bizarre experiments are being carried out on unsuspecting subjects and no one’s quite sure who are the prisoners and who are the wardens. There’s an unconventional sentry in the form of Rover. Even those who seem to have power might be pawns in a larger, unseen game. Does this sound increasingly familiar? It probably does if you watch Lost.

These are broad points of comparison, but one could get even more specific—the raft Number Six builds in “Many Happy Returns” is reminiscent of Michael’s similar endeavor while the crew of the boat that picks up the Prisoner in “Checkmate” has much in common with the motives of the Other called Tom in “Exodus Part 2.” The Prisoner’s excursions outside the Village in “Many Happy Returns” and “Do Not Forsake Me, Oh My Darling” serve the same purpose of exposing his backstory that the character-oriented flashbacks do in a given episode of Lost. The overriding notion that the government has the right to keep a former employee with specialized knowledge under lock and key in the Village seems to be the same attitude underlying the DHARMA Initiative Island, simply substituting the corporate power of the Hanso Foundation for the British (or enemy) government behind the Village. Both shows, at their ethical roots, are about the individual enslaved at the convenience of an all-powerful organization with no recourse to appeal.

I could go on and on, detailing correlations perceived in reviewing Patrick McGoohan’s televisual masterpiece, but all these cosmetic and philosophical similarities seem to point to one key notion imbedded in the creation of both shows. In each case, the series seem to serve as a weekly Rorschach test for the audience. You come to the episode with all your personal baggage and you perceive the hour’s presentation through the lens of your own experience and opinions. Take, for example, my first experience with The Prisoner. I was around 13 years old and had been a fan of Doctor Who for at least a couple years. I had seen a mail order catalog of sf merchandise and noted The Prisoner’s proximity to Doctor Who in the British ghetto at the back of the publication. When I noted a listing for the first episode on my local PBS station, I stayed up to midnight to watch it—there weren’t many opportunities to catch obscure UK shows in those pre-DVD days. I can honestly say that I didn’t get it, but that didn’t stop me from trying to grasp what it was doing.

I watched the first 16 installments religiously and suffered something of a crisis when a power outage caused me to miss the 17th and final outing. Luckily, the advent of Suncoast Video in my local shopping mall solved the problem for the hefty fee of $29.95 (six weeks’ allowance, plus sales tax), and “Fall Out” rolled over me like an 18-wheeler with a radar dish on top. I still didn’t get it, but I was certain it must be brilliant. It did, however, give me what I needed—a nice dose of something foreign and thoughtful. A few years later, I saw the series again and my teenaged mind locked onto the notion of rebellion and the need to challenge the status quo. Of course, I wasn’t sure why I needed to rebel or how to go about it; looking back, I see shades of the finale’s Brando-esque Number 48 in my thinking. “Whadda you got?”

Later viewings found me refining my appreciation of the ambiguities proffered by The Prisoner, although my estimation of the four episodes filmed during the second production block (“Do Not Forsake Me…,” “Living in Harmony,” “The Girl Who Was Death,” and “Fall Out”) has not fared as well as my sentiments toward the whole, but that’s a talk for a different time.

I hope, in future viewings, that my feelings toward Lost will continue to evolve and change, depending on my situation in life. The series has captured the public imagination and is committed to asking more questions than it answers in true Prisoner-style. The larger cast offers a broader array of perspectives from which to perceive the action of the story and, like the surreal campus of the Village, the island is an iconic setting for the philosophical struggles at hand. For the moment, I find my allegiances rest most often with John Locke, Eko, and sometimes Sawyer. I suspect that as I grow older, I may find other characters closer to my sympathies. Regular readers of my opinions here on Cinescape know that I can’t abide Charlie or Michael and there’s probably a marvelously Freudian reason that I’ve yet to ascertain. I find Kate an enigma at best and a two-dimensional cutout at worst. Maybe I lack something in my own make-up that prevents me from relating to her.

In developing the cast, the creators of Lost have represented every man rather than The Prisoner’s Everyman—a statement on the divergence of our society or an embracing of diversity in our cultures…I’m not sure. Whatever the case, I’m held captive by both shows and escape seems unlikely.

This essay originally appeared as the 31 July 2006 installment of my TV Wasteland column at Cinescape.

©2006 by Jason Davis. All rights reserved.