The Saint Strikes Back

JAZZY DANCE MUSIC

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CHEERING

BAND PLAYS "Auld Lang Syne"

SHOT FIRED

Come on, let's get out of here.

Cabs are scarce tonight, aren't they?

Escorts are scarce, too. One of yours came out of the main entrance just a few minutes before you.

Your other escort, Mr Tommy Voss, is lying among the whispering palms.

Potted, you might say.

He tried to pot someone and someone else potted him.

I don't know what you're talking about.

I wouldn't run away, Miss Travers, because I know where you live. Who are you?

Well, not the man who knows everything, just the man who knows the important things.

You're important to me, so I know you.

I've never even seen you before. You will again.

I like you, I like this charming city. It reminds me of Naples in the spring.

The only difference being that it's San Francisco in winter.

That's quite a difference. But I shall see you often.

Not if I can help it. I'll only follow you if you leave me.

Or perhaps you'd prefer I had the police do it.

I see they're getting rather active.

All right, inside, please. Inside and stay in there.

Don't let anybody in or out, Moriarty. All right, Sergeant, aye.

Hey, you people just come out of this place?

IRISH ACCENT: It was entering we were, Officer. But I says to myself, "Mr Callaghan,

"I don't like the looks nor smell of the place."

So it's Mr Callaghan here?

Yes, and me father before me. And I says to Mrs Callaghan... Wait a minute.

Is this your wife? Or the banns deceive us.

And me thinking for a moment she looked like Val Travers,

who's been making a hornet's nest out of this town, my apologies to you.

And a happy new year. Thank you.

And now it's home we're going, me darlin', whether you like it or not.

Taxi!

Number 17, Juliet Street.

I suppose I should thank you.

Oh, don't thank me, you'll be retracting it sooner or later. Why?

Because I'm determined to make you hate me. Are you crazy?

My mental longitude has given birth to such rumours, circulated entirely by dwarves, you understand.

Go ahead, you're doing fine. I may do better if I tell you I sometimes lend my talents to the police.

We had quite an open season on your kind in New York.

You hate the police because they kicked your father out of the department.

They found he was mixed up with the Waldman gang, didn't they?

Tell me about it, Miss Travers. Why? You know the important things.

No, I don't. That's why I wanted to make your acquaintance.

You should invite me to your house. You'd find a surprising welcome(!)

Really? In that case I'd better tell you my name is not Mr Callaghan.

It is Simon Templar.

The Saint.

We interrupt this new year programme for a special news bulletin.

Gang war flared again tonight, when Tommy Voss was mysteriously killed

at the Colony Club in San Francisco.

Tommy Voss was well-known in New York underworld circles,

escaping grand jury indictments for the alleged killing of a police officer there last year.

His killer tonight is unknown.

We have just received a further bulletin.

Simon Templar, known as The Saint, has been reported seen in the club

at approximately the time of the Voss murder.

When sought for questioning, he could not be found.

This is Captain Taylor, get me the New York Police Department.

San Francisco calling, San Francisco calling New York.

Hello, San Francisco? This is New York.

PHONE RINGS

Yes?

Yes, this is Vanson, New York Police.

The Saint?

You don't say.

Yes, we can send you a man who can get to the bottom of whatever he's mixed up in out there.

That's right.

The only man in this country who knows The Saint very well is right here in our department.

Inspector Henry Fernack.

I've just read all about it, Henry.

Why you concern yourself with something in San Francisco is beyond me.

Haven't they enough policemen of their own without you?

Orders is orders. A police commissioner's work can't be laid out for him by his wife. Oh.

When The Saint worked for the New York Police Department, I was the best acquainted with him.

You weren't fussy about your associations.

He never victimised anybody except criminals. I'd trust him with my shirt.

He's a criminal himself. When he's not working with the police, he's against them.

He did lead them a merry chase in London and Paris last year, South America, too.

But when they got down to cases, they couldn't pin one thing on him.

Robbing people, and you stand up for him. Redistribution of ill gotten gains, he says.

I never expected you to become fond of a man like that.

Oh, I don't know, I was fond of Robin Hood when I was a boy.

The Saint is really a very charming fella. I'll tell you what I'll do.

I'll ask him to dinner sometime, then you'll see. Not in this house.

All right, all right, now off to bed with you.

I'll come to see you before I go. Did you pack your vitamin chart?

Yes, dear. And remember you're allergic to shellfish. Yes, dear, I won't eat the shells.

Betty, don't you ever think that I'm a lot more allergic to bullets?

Yes, I think about it.

WHISTLING

The Saint! It can't be.

Ah, but it is, Henry.

How are you?

Simon, I am glad to see you.

But...you are not in San Francisco.

San Francisco? I was under the impression we were in New York.

I'm under the impression we're in my house. How did you get in? Through the front door.

There are nasty people in this town, I should keep it locked.

It was locked. Oh, was it? I don't remember.

And you don't remember being in San Francisco either?

Henry, you always believe what you read in the paper.

I don't, but if there's a man-sized muss you're usually in it.

Yes, they've had some trouble in the Rocky mountains.

You've had a three-ring crime circus. San Francisco's not in the Rockies.

Oh, that's right. The newspapers out there always confuse me with a tawdry contemporary of mine.

Fellow called Waldman, nasty piece of work. But he's a clever chap.

He's supposedly out there now operating as the head of crime ring.

Did you ever get a look at this Waldman?

Oh, Henry, you're surely not insinuating that I might be Waldman?

I never insinuate, Templar.

No, that's right, you don't, you're usually quite blunt.

Your police records show no-one for sure has set eyes on Mr Waldman,

unless it was Chief Inspector Travers of the San Francisco department.

He was discharged for having been hooked with Waldman.

Go on. For a guy who's never been to San Francisco, you're full of local colour.

I get it all from the papers.

How Travers committed suicide because of the disgrace,

how Valerie Travers followed her father, outwitting the police at every turn.

That's why I don't believe what I read, how could a girl as pretty as that be so clever?

Course you couldn't have seen her, never having been out there? I've seen a picture.

She was holding a cigarette in a slim, white hand and looked beautifully startled.

I'm more interested in Mr Waldman.

You wouldn't be changing your name now and then, would you?

Oh, Henry, have I ever lied to you?

No, I guess I was a little cruel. What are you doing?

Helping you unpack. No, you don't, you can't do that to me, Simon.

I have orders to go to San Francisco and, by golly, I'm going.

That's fine, I'll go along with you to give you an excuse for going.

Give myself an excuse to meet a girl who is much too pretty to be clever.

Templar, oh, Templar.

I'm sorry I even thought you were mixed up in that situation there.

That's all right, I forgave you the moment you thought it.

What happened to Tommy Voss sounded kinda like you. Did you know Voss?

Yes, he killed Sergeant McElroy, beat the rap, same old story.

He got what he deserved, didn't he?

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

Pleasant dreams, Mr Templar. Oh, thank you.

Much smoother than when we flew east yesterday.

Yes, very smooth. Yeah, very smooth and there goes your alibi, Templar.

No matter what Voss had coming, it'll be my duty to deliver you to the police.

I'm sorry, Simon.

We're both sorry.

Don't forget, I'll keep my eye on you all the way.

I shall be grateful to you, Henry, if you will.

'Attention, please. Plane number four now arriving from New York, Washington and Memphis,

'will leave in five minutes for El Paso, Los Angeles and San Francisco.'

Well, we're in Fort Worth.

Simon, come on, get up.

Simon!

Hey!

Why didn't you tell me Mr Templar had left the plane?

I'm sorry but you didn't say anything... Hah.

Goodbye. Bye-bye.

Here you are. Thank you.

Your friend was looking for you, he went over there.

He always likes to take a walk before breakfast.

We can't hold up the schedule for him.

Did you have a nice trip, ma'am? Splendid, James.

And this is for you.

That's what I need, a nickel.

Hey! Oh, you'll get it back, I'm a police officer.

Says you!

Gimme police headquarters.

..Yes, police headquarters, and quick.

'Attention, please. Plane number four leaving gate two, in two minutes,

'for El Paso, Los Angeles and San Francisco.'

Hello, police headquarters?

This is Inspector Fernack of the New York police.

Simon Templar has just slipped off a plane at the airport here.

..Yes, The Saint and he's gone hoodlum again.

..Yes, now send a squad to search the airport, if he's spotted anywhere pick him up.

..Yes, I'm at the airport. ..All right.

Hey, Mister, there's something on your back.

Hey, hey! Hold that plane!

Hey! Hey! Come back here!

When they get going, sir, they awfully hard to stop.

They can't take off without me. Maybe not, but they're sure trying.

"Dear Miss Travers,

"I've finally summoned up enough courage to accept your kind invitation.

"I shall drop in to see you this afternoon, at 4.30.

"And please, don't make any special plans to entertain me.

"Sentimentally yours, Simon Templar."

Now here's the address, and you get that radiogrammed right off, please.

Yes, Mr Templar.

I'd like to see Miss Travers.

What name, please? Simon Templar.

I'll see him.

I got your message.

What do you want?

A simple question, but the answer would involve complexities too numerous to discuss in a hallway.

You may find my hospitality a little complex, too.

Here he is. Oh, so you're the faithful friend, Mr...?

Breck is the name, Allan Breck.

And I'm quite a good friend of Miss Travers, if you make a point of it.

Gallantly spoken.

And where are those charming lads who infest nightclubs with you?

Couldn't the police tell you where? I'm afraid not.

The San Francisco police and I were never properly introduced.

If you phone headquarters, they'll probably reward you for turning me in. We're not stool pigeons.

You won't phone them because you know they won't be fooled by these sweet, suburban pretensions -

a little commodious for a lowly police inspector's daughter, but cheerful, lovely furniture, tea,

tennis... Oh, I beg your pardon. It's all right, Allan.

Your near-sighted friend couldn't even hit a balloon in slow motion.

Before my hospitality wears thin, Mr Templar, just what do you want?

A brilliant gentleman named Waldman. I've never even met Waldman.

Strange, he was your father's best friend.

It's a lie, cooked up by someone in the police department.

Believe me, if there's one person Miss Travers detests, it's Waldman.

He framed her father's discharge from the department,

simply because he was making it too hot for crime in this town.

A delightful fable, but I don't believe it.

What do you believe? That your father was guilty,

and you have his knowledge of police methods and his bad associations.

You really shouldn't be seen with a man like Tommy Voss.

He was once connected with the Waldman crowd,

he took me to the club to point one of them out.

With his gun? Anyone connected with Waldman has no right to live.

That's what I felt about Tommy Voss.

And you think my father was the same species? Quite.

I wonder why no-one's ever tried to remove you, Mr busybody?

People have tried, never quite su...

..succeeded somehow.

But, er, there's still hope.

He plays nicely for a copper, doesn't he?

There's another man up the street with an ice-cream cart.

There's ten in all spread around the block.

I knew you were lying when you said you weren't with the police. No, you weren't sure.

No matter how angry I make you, you can't afford to have a shot heard from this house.

Mr Templar! I'm very sorry, but under certain conditions I can't resist the temptation to be a cad.

I can see by this gentleman's manner that he's never kissed you, but would like to.

Get out of here. I will.

As you get to know me better, you'll realise I have moments of almost maudlin sentimentality.

Actually we're quite alike - you can't live without adventure, and neither can I.

You wouldn't understand that, Mr Breck? No, I'm afraid not.

There our likeness ends. I could forgive your meddling, but not what you said about my father.

Will you do something drastic about it? Soon you'll be talked of in the past tense.

Good, I'll compose a nice obituary for myself.

You won't keep me in suspense? No.

Can I depend on that? Completely. Thank you.

So that was The Saint. If I could only get my hands... Oh, keep quiet.

I want you to sing a serenade to the lady who lives there.

Sing for the lady in there? That's right, can you sing this?

I wonder if he was bluffing.

We'll soon find out.

MUSIC STARTS

He wasn't bluffing.

That cover's gonna sing now.

# Here is a fella who wants to tell a lady who is a-grand

# Praisin' her beauty, hardly ever travel a-hand in hand

# She would find it better

# If she didn't try to think

# What better a-luck next time he said

# He's a-going to get a drink. #

Stop grinning. And get away from the window!

PHONE RINGS Hello.

Hello there, beautiful.

If that serenade is annoying you, just call a policeman.

I'd do it for you except that I haven't seen one all day,

and the ones in this town don't like me.

Who was it?

The Saint.

He might have been bluffing,

but I wasn't.

Good morning, Henry.

I checked when your plane was arriving. Breakfast is about ready.

You got a lot of cheek, Templar.

You've got some yourself wearing that outfit. If I'd been there, I'd have helped you improve it.

There are some people I want to see before you turn me in.

The police will be as glad to see you today as yesterday. Come in.

Good morning, sir. Good morning.

Algernon, did you find the inspector's diet chart in his luggage? Yes.

Algernon? Yes, I submitted several names to him and that's the one he liked best.

Now sit down, Henry, and have a hearty breakfast.

Ham and eggs, the best thing that's happened to me since yesterday morning.

Oh, no, you don't, it isn't good for your diet.

I'm determined to get in the good graces of your wife.

Some nice prunes for you.

The only other thing I want you to do for me,

is to get into a decent outfit before we go to police headquarters.

I wouldn't be seen on the gallows with you in that array.

You won't be so particular after you get your head shaved.

Some nice fresh cream for the prunes.

Prunes. And you won't be having any cream with them either.

What goes on here?

Algernon, bring me that milk bottle. Yes.

Doesn't it strike you as being rather chilly for milk to curdle so quickly?

It strikes me I'm being done out of my breakfast.

If I saved you from being poisoned,

you might conveniently forget that this isn't my first trip west.

What's all this bunk about poison?

I shall be disappointed in her if it is bunk. Her, who?

If isn't true, I shall throw away that lantern in disgust.

Lantern?! Looks like a milk bottle.

I'm sorry, Henry, but it's a lantern.

and I am Diogenes, who thinks he's discovered an honest woman.

You're right, there's enough in that to fill the morgue.

Here's the analysis, Commissioner.

We'll pick up the milkmen on that round. I wouldn't.

It was put in after he left the bottle. How do you know?

Because I know who had it put in.

Before I go into that, I want you to know that I called on Miss Travers yesterday.

As a result, I'm convinced you're wasting time trying to link her to Waldman's activities.

You surprise me, Mr Templar. Here's another surprise.

It's my theory that her father was framed by Waldman,

and someone with access to the inside of your police department.

I don't know who you are, but I think we know our job.

You need to know more than that to get to the bottom of this.

You gathered all this from one talk with Miss Travers?

Yes, she's a woman of resolute purpose.

She's pretty enough to make you believe anything.

She's had this whole town in an uproar.

Jail deliveries, raids spoiled by tip-offs, banditry,

right in my own house while a party was going on.

Why don't you arrest her?

She's full of airtight alibis, she got that training from her father.

Not from her father, but because of him.

She thinks he got a bad deal from the police so she enlisted a bunch of crooks to annoy you.

So far she's accomplished it neatly.

Yes, but Inspector Fernack and I can break up her organisation,

and get Waldman into the bargain.

Would you mind introducing us to this modest young man?

I beg your pardon. Mr Cullis, the celebrated criminologist.

And Chief Inspector Webster.

Gentlemen, meet The Saint. Hi.

Show them into the office I arranged for Inspector Fernack.

Good luck, call on us for anything you want.

I don't mean to criticise... That fellow is notorious, you can't be serious.

He proved his worth in New York.

Gentlemen, sometimes where there is gangrene, a red-hot iron is the best cure.

Did it occur to you that Waldman may just be a handy name for The Saint?

When the Central Trust was tapped for $90,000,

every move on that job was geared to The Saint's method.

Theories. If you really believe that bunk, you have him in the perfect spot to keep your eyes on him.

That's all, gentlemen.

Thank you.

This is very nice. Could you get me the Colony Club, please.

Right. Colony Club? Yes, you'll find out why.

Operator? Colony Club, please.

Nice speech you made in there, what are you up to now?

What's the difference? You want to grab Waldman, don't you?

You'll be the most famous man in America. Hello, Colony Club?

Police Department calling, just a minute, please.

Hello. I want some information out of you bozos.

Bozos? The right word in the right place.

Yes, bozos. You remember the night Tommy Voss was knocked off at your place?

..Well, he had a reserved table there.

..See if you can remember whose table he asked to be placed next to.

..Well, check your list.

..Now, listen, you give me the information I want or I'll flit over there and shake your joint up.

Down, sir. Oh, down, thank you.

Now, hello?

..Voss ordered his table next to Eastman.

..Martin Eastman.

Who's Eastman? Oh, everybody knows Mr Eastman.

You'll pardon me, but we mustn't annoy Mr Eastman.

Here's all the dope, here.

Eastman, Eastman.

Begins with an E, doesn't it?

Thank you, Travers. Miss Travers.

You'll be plain "Travers" to the judge if you don't stay away from my milk.

Like to know a secret, Travers? Not from you.

Oh, but you've made telling the truth very dear to me.

Listen carefully, I AM with the police.

Shall I drive on, Miss Travers?

As for you, you vegetable-eared son of a misanthropy,

if I catch you loitering here with your lights on,

I'll polish the pavement with you. Gee, would ya? Drive on.

HE WHISTLES

What have you got there?

There is something in that house she wants.

I caught him trying to jimmy the window. I was waiting for a friend.

Was the friend Miss Travers? Speak up, if you know what's good for you.

Yeah, Travers, there's a wad of money in the safe she wants. Good, I'll help you get it.

You'll help me get it? I never seen such a cop.

Nor you never will again, I won't stand for it.

Now, now, Henry. You go and wait in the car.

You've got to trust me.

Hey. What's your name, in case the winds of destiny waft us apart?

Dyson, sir, Zipper Dyson.

Zipper, are you good at your trade?

Am I! All right, my friend, then follow me.

Cut that wire.

HE OPENS SAFE

WINDOW OPENS

Brown!

Brown!

Hello? Hello! Hello!

Hello!

Hello! Hello!

What's the matter, sir? Burglars, now the line is dead.

Don't stand there like a fool! Have my car brought around, at once!

I must get to the police. Very good, sir.

I'll say once again, I've never seen such a cop.

I have another job for you. Go to the Travers's house and be my special representative.

My silent partner, if you know what I mean.

Oh, me conscience wouldn't permit me to do that, sir.

But I'll do it, though it's against me principles.

Besides, you're a man after me own heart.

Tell them I caught you but couldn't make you squeal, and that you hate me because I gave you a black eye.

Yes, but I haven't a black eye, sir. Well, we can rectify that. How?

Just look up there.

There. Now I can guarantee you'll have a black eye.

Goodnight.

Don't shut the door. Why not?

I've got a reason. If you took anything from that house, Templar...

Give me the Sergeant's desk.

If there had been a robbery, it would have been reported by now.

Yeah, give me that telephone. ..Yes, Sergeant.

Did a Mr Eastman report a burglary tonight?

..No? ..Oh, I'm sorry.

..That's all right, just forget about it.

That's very well but don't tell me Eastman was shooting at clay pigeons. Quiet.

Good evening, Mr Eastman. Oh, er, good evening.

If there wasn't a robbery, why is he here?

Going into Cullis's office. You did take something out of that house.

Well, I can promise you one thing, Eastman isn't going to report it.

Why not? Because there were 80 federal reserve notes in that safe for $1,000 each.

They had the serial numbers of the money stolen from the Central Trust. Eastman is in the Waldman ring?

He's a false front for them. The money was too... Too hot! Yes.

If Cullis is in it too, we can grab them right now!

You don't want to scare Waldman off. One of them might be Waldman. Anybody might be.

Yeah, anybody(!) Look, Templar, didn't you take that 80 grand out of Eastman's house?

Oh, now, Henry, do you think I'd do a thing like that? Yes!

So do I.

We'll have a showdown on this now! You, Eastman and Cullis doing the talking.

I warn you, you'll only upset the applecart.

I believe you left a message at the desk, you wanted to speak with me?

That's right. The Commissioner told me you had an unusual memory.

Won't you sit down? As a matter of fact, I haven't time, very late...

I wonder if you remember the serial numbers of the money found in possession of Inspector Travers?

Certainly. But you could have them from the files. I haven't had time.

Well, that disappearing key trick's rather good.

That's just a hobby of mine. Really?

Amateur magic. It's a hobby of mine too, we must get together more often.

Would you be so kind as to give me a memo of those numbers?

Why, certainly.

And tell me, is it true that you linked Waldman with Travers

by tapping Travers's private office phone?

Exactly. Would it have been possible for someone else to use the phone?

Yourself, perhaps? Yes(!)

Yes, it's very possible that the money we found in Travers's box was put there by Captain Kidd(!)

There's a nice little disappearing trick for you.

You could probably do it yourself.

After you'd done it, you could take it out of your ear, or Travers's safe deposit box,

with lots of people watching you.

Go ahead, Templar, keep on kidding yourself with these absurd notions.

But don't bother me with them, I'm busy.

Oh, just a moment.

That's valuable, if you don't mind.

Oh, so sorry. Thanks.

The little trick of the disappearing numbers.

I bet the ones he planted on Travers came out of this very same bundle.

Yes, right again, Henry.

Nice magic, Templar, but you're not trying to garble the facts by slinging dirt at other people?

You get some sleep, Henry, I'll visit Miss Travers, before Cullis gets there.

Where you go, I go, till I see how far you're going with that money.

All right. Have it your own way.

Er, turn out the light, will you, Henry?

What for? I'll explain later.

I've got a little scheme.

A very interesting little scheme. HE SHOOTS

Who are you shooting at?

Hey, come back here!

Unlock that door, let me out of here!

I forgot to tell you, I'm calling on Miss Travers alone.

You're sticking with her and that dough.

Hello? Hello?

This is Fernack, send a radio car to the Travers house,

pick up Simon Templar the moment he tries to enter the house.

Say, send somebody to let me out of my office, will you?

..Yes, out of my office! I'm...I'm locked in.

Looks like someone throwed a slug into it. Get me another car!

They're all out right now. Number 25's due, but you'll have to wait.

Call me at my office as soon as it comes back. Yes, sir.

What a rainbow!

He done it himself?

If he'd had an axe, he'd have used it on me.

Oh, he's a merciless man.

"Did Miss Travers send you round to this house to take some valuables?" Said he.

"Upon me honour," said I, "I was taking a short cut across Walnut Street because cement hurts my feet."

What a souvenir!

You raised a rumpus that almost got me slammed off.

You can take that up with The Saint. I will if he ever comes in throwing distance again.

That hair trigger will get you into trouble, Darnell.

And it'll get Val into trouble. Are you sure Eastman didn't get a look at you? Sure.

If what you think of Eastman is true, he's no spot the squawk.

We'd have found out if we hadn't bungled. We'd have been on our way...

To making a lot of dough?

You don't have to tell me that.

I was interested only in the numbers on that money.

Maybe I don't believe you. Watch what you're saying, Darnell!

I'll say what I please.

Val, I'm afraid you've asked for all this.

Why don't you pack up and move out?

I've thought of that. That's what your father would want you to do.

My father said you'd be a great attorney some day.

Whatever happened to it? You're just a nice busybody giving me a daily sermon.

We used to talk about you, Val, your father and I, how I'd gather glory and lay it in your hands.

Now you find they're rather soiled. But it's not too late.

So far they have nothing on you.

We could start a new game, not a spite game.

Maybe it's just that I'm tired.

You almost won an argument. We could go away, any place, it doesn't matter.

With you I could make good anywhere. With me, Allan? Uh-huh.

That's a point that'll take a lot of arguing.

Allow me.

It would be rather precarious to let you have a gun to play with.

But as you have your share of feminine curiosity,

you won't shoot me till you hear why I came through that window. Be a miracle if I don't.

A Mr Cullis is on his way because he suspects you filched a bundle of velvet

from the home of a fellow miscreant named Eastman.

So what? Mr Cullis doesn't want the police here,

he'd much rather submit you to the coroner.

Because he suspects you purloined the velvet to incriminate him with some serial numbers on it.

Why are you telling me all this?

Because... Well, because I love you.

But don't let's get sticky about it, I'm really a very shallow person.

I also love fireflies and mocking birds and pink sunsets.

I think, however, that we could find each other more diverting than a pink sunset, don't you?

I dislike you intensely. No, you don't, you're very fond of me.

Why should I be fond of you?

Tell me and you'll answer the riddle of the world.

My dear Val, that is what has made history, literature and even chemistry -

a man and a woman.

The Saint.

There's a police car outside. We knew he couldn't be far away. You're wasting valuable time.

You didn't waste any time slapping me around, did you?

Using your copper's authority to abuse a harmless citizen.

If you were half smart, you'd have done a better job,

because, so help me son, I'm going to lay you on the breaks. No, you don't.

Not lining up with the police, are you?

No, I'm not, in spite of his pretty talk.

Go ahead and tell them what I said. I'd love to hear you say it.

Some fantastic tale about Cullis coming here. He's nothing on us.

Were you lying when you said you didn't touch Eastman's money? Not even close to it.

If this bird thinks he can hang this on me... Let me give it to him.

If there were such a miracle that you were telling the truth, I'd be surprised but grateful.

As for you, don't do a thing till you get your orders from me, understand?

What's the matter now?

It's Cullis!

He's right, Cullis is here.

I get it now. If you use that gun, you'll be taken in.

I'll be taken in anyway. You sold them the idea I took that dough.

So you're gonna get yours, right now.

So you're gonna get yours, SHOT FIRED

Now, I think you'll let me get you out of here.

If I can.

KNOCKING AT DOOR

Don't ask me how I got in, Breck, you can help us by detaining Cullis.

She just shot Darnell. Running away will convict her, Val, I can work this out if you'd stay.

She shot him in front of witnesses. And witnesses want to get away fast. Here's the gun.

Come on, let's get going.

Break it down. Come on, let's go.

BANGING ON DOOR

This is Breck, sir.

Your misplaced loyalty has lead you into serious trouble, Mr Breck.

Maybe you know, some banknotes stolen from Martin Eastman have been traced to this house.

I'm sure you're mistaken.

The Travers dame got out the back, they jumped me.

Shall I phone him to broadcast? No, not yet.

Mr Cullis is right, you'd only be broadcasting a libel.

Val Travers has never seen that money.

Where is Harry Darnell?

Upstairs. I killed him.

Self-defence.

Take him down and book him.

I'll have a look upstairs.

Where's Templar? Where's Simon Templar?

He made a getaway with the Travers girl.

He got away with much more than that.

He got away with 80,000 bucks out of Eastman's safe.

What? I saw it on him.

Sorry, Mr Cullis, it seems that I'm the one mistaken about somebody.

I'll phone them to broadcast. Right.

That guy is making a monkey out of me.

A first-class monkey.

He was kind of a swell guy in some ways.

Oh, he took me in all right, but I don't want you to get the idea I was completely tossed, I wasn't.

I've had a theory for some time. Another theory.

The mastermind you overheard Travers phoning to was The Saint, no other. Travers called him Waldman.

Call him anything you like, same guy, same theory.

I presume that's why you acted quickly without filing a police report, Mr Cullis?

With The Saint around, a general alarm was impractical. Seems you were right.

The only one here more stupid than me is the man who kept such a large sum in his home.

That is my privilege, sir.

Mr Cullis and I will check the details at your house in the morning, Mr Eastman.

Locking the barn after the horse is stolen, this is a fine situation(!)

Have you been able to get anything out of this Breck?

No, except he's the lawyer who's helped Val Travers plan her moves.

He was sweet on her until she left with The Saint and the dough. Probably trying to take the rap.

Exactly and now he refuses to sign it.

I believe if I had time, I could get him to talk.

Let Cullis have him for a few days.

In the meantime, I'm going home.

Not that I expect to sleep.

Good morning, sir.

I served coffee to the gentleman in the guest room,

he said he'd be down for breakfast. What gentleman?

A very pleasant gentleman, full of quips and twigs.

One of the guests I presume you brought in last night. What guests?!

Don't you recall what guests?

Call the police somehow.

He doesn't really want you to call the police, Trockmorton,

My name is Brown, sir. I prefer Throckmorton.

Get out of here, Brown.

How did you get in here? Just walked in.

A criminal always returns to the scene of his crime.

What do you want? I want to have some breakfast.

Will you join me?

Come on.

Keep moving.

Morning, Mr Eastman, hope you slept well. Lovely morning, isn't it?

It's the most dreadful morning I've ever seen! You haven't seen anything yet.

DOORBELL RINGS Now just keep quiet.

Is Eastman in? Yes, sir. Tell him Inspector Webster and Mr Cullis are here. The police.

Er, yes, sir. I understand, sir. Will you take a seat in here, sir?

Yeah.

All right, Mr Eastman, you can go ahead and entertain your guests,

but don't be too indiscreet, will you?

I'll be keeping a fatherly eye on you from here. Go on.

Mr Cullis and a police officer to see you, sir. All right, you can go.

Good morning, Martin. Not a trace of them yet.

Every road out of town is being watched.

I can't imagine where they've gone. What's the matter with you?

Me? Er, nothing.

Shock of my loss, I suppose, and all the rest of it, I...

We'll have a look at the safe. That's hardly necessary, is it?

Just one of the customary details, Mr Eastman. Oh, all right. It's over here.

Nothing was disturbed, this chest was where you see it now.

There's the safe. Was it forced open?

No. It was definitely done by someone who...

who knew the...combination.

Why...

Here it is.

Is that the missing money?

You're due for some fast explaining, Eastman.

We have trouble enough without idiots like you yelling "wolf" to watch us scamper.

Well, speak up.

I tell you, it was stolen, last night.

He fired at me, I fired back at him.

You can see where the bullet struck.

I just about have your number, Eastman.

I wasn't lying, what reason could I have had?

How should I know? People have reported false thefts to get out of paying obligations.

In most cases, it cost them more than they saved.

Cullis, you see, I...

I went on a wild goose chase,

believed that crazy story Fernack told about seeing The Saint packing that money around.

There's a bullet hole all right.

You'll be summoned, Eastman, better get your explanation straight.

Let's go.

Cullis. Well? Cullis, I can...

There's nothing to say.

You'll never have anything to say, Martin.

I must congratulate you, Mr Eastman, you really behaved very nicely.

You put that money back in the safe, you knew what Cullis would think if he found it. You planned this.

Flattery is unnecessary. You're lucky Mr Webster didn't examine it too closely.

But that will come out when they subpoena you, don't worry.

You knew this would mean my finish.

You've finished many other people. Tell us what happened to my father. I don't know!

I won't talk, not to anybody.

Now don't keep us in suspense, Mr Eastman, otherwise we won't keep you in suspense.

Either you talk nicely, or else...

Ah, how's the telephone system?

I can break it or make it, sir.

I've just...made it.

How very thoughtful of you.

The telephone is, perhaps, one of man's most important contributions to the scheme of things.

Give me the police department.

You've got a chance to clear out if you talk to us. No!

..Hello? This is The Saint.

..Don't get excited. I'm at the Eastman house.

Just send out the coroner.

That is unless Mr Eastman wishes to divulge some facts.

No!

Hello, the reason I suggested the coroner was because

if Mr Eastman stays in this house, he may die of high blood pressure.

Whereas if he leaves the house, I'm quite sure you'll need the coroner.

Don't go out, Pinky!

SHOT FIRED

Here's the latest bulletin.

Mr Eastman has just left the house.

Here we are. No shenanigans, Templar.

Ah, Valerie, this is the great Inspector Fernack.

I knew I'd find you here, no other gendarme would think I'd get the whim to come home.

No other officer knows what a nerve you've got. And foresight, Henry.

I made sure you came alone. Put away the gun, I won't resist you.

Give me that money. With pleasure.

You'll take care of it, won't you? We might need it later.

You won't need it in jail.

I've cooked that dinner you phoned about, Mr Templar.

Good, I'm hungry. You won't be when I get through with you.

Won't you let us have a bite of dinner? No, he's got no heart.

I doubt very much if he's even got a stomach.

Well, I'm not unreasonable. Then pitch in.

I haven't much appetite for anything under the circumstances but...

it is a long time since breakfast. Algernon!

Coming, sir.

Did you consult the Inspector's diet chart. Wait a minute!

If that's what you're up to, you're going to the jug double quick!

What would you like? The same as you! All right.

Bring on the feast. Yes, sir, there's plenty of it.

Have some more coffee, Henry.

Yeah, don't mind if I do.

Thanks.

Ah, domesticity.

I'd like to paint you at a spinning wheel perhaps.

Or over a washtub? No, no, as you are, a symbol of American womanhood.

American womanhood, sewing on a button. No, sewing up a bullet hole, if you don't mind.

You will sew it up for me, won't you, Val?

When did you get this? When you thought you shot Darnell.

I hate to tell you this, Val, but you missed him by about five yards.

I got him, through that pocket.

That news was worth waiting for, Templar,

why even Breck thought she did it and tried to take the rap for her.

I thought he would. I thought I'd get some dope out of you if I waited long enough.

You're coming with me right now. Boy, get my hat and coat.

Was that lobster all right? Scrumptious, sir. That diet chart said shellfish's mighty bad for you.

Yeah, I know, get me some soda quick, will you? Yes.

Well, Valerie? You're telling me you shot Darnell hoping Allan Breck would take the blame.

It was the only way to get you out of there. You're clever, all right.

But Allan's honest. It's so easy to be romantic, but not so easy to be loyal.

I believe you're pretty fond of Breck.

In fact, I'd go so far as to say you love him.

Perhaps you're right, because of comparison.

What you pretended to do for me, you did for adventure. What he's done, he did for me.

Oh, but I have my excuse.

You're so lovely to see and touch and think of.

As all women should be and so few are.

Remember this, Valerie, no matter what you choose to think of me,

I'm still going to help you.

And Fernack is gonna help you, too.

You're barking up the wrong tree this time, Templar.

I'm delivering you straight to headquarters.

Now, Henry, do you think I looked you up just for the privilege of being tossed into jail?

I went all the way to New York to be sure you didn't miss your big opportunity.

Now, listen carefully.

In exactly three hours, I want you to come to the service entrance of Cullis's apartment.

No, no, I'm taking you in right now.

Right now. You don't look very well, Henry.

I don't feel so good either.

Perhaps you should sit down for a moment?

Are you sure you had enough to eat?

Ooh. You wouldn't like a little more ice cream...? No, no.

Or perhaps some more lobster?

Or how about a big, black cigar? No, no.

There now, Henry, just relax.

We'll take care of you.

Mr Fernack?

Mr Fernack? Huh?

Mr Templar said, dead or alive, wake you up at 8.30 sharp.

They've gone I suppose. Yes, they've gone.

The money? Guess it's gone, too.

Another note.

BUZZER RINGS

RADIO MUSIC PLAYS

Miss Travers? Yes.

Good evening, Miss Travers. Good evening.

Well, this is a pleasure.

But you, of course, came here on business.

You expect to buy some information from me that might be good for the name of Travers.

That's right, Mr Cullis.

But not that way.

I have the money but The Saint advised me to throw it out of the window if you grew impatient.

Oh, well, I think we can talk.

Good.

Do you mind if I turn that music off?

No, not at all.

Miss Travers, I may as well be frank about this whole matter.

I planted some of the stolen money in your father's safe deposit box,

merely by a trick of sleight of hand. Go on.

I also made the incriminating telephone calls on your father's private phone,

to Mr Waldman, the genius of our successful operations.

Meaning Mr Eastman? HE LAUGHS: Certainly not.

Eastman was a very excellent front for us, but stupid.

Very stupid.

That is why Mr Waldman disposed of him this morning. That's all.

Except, I wouldn't want you to spread such things.

Now here's something really important to you -

I've held Breck in personal custody,

ostensibly to see what I could get out of him regarding you and The Saint.

Naturally, he wasn't very happy to find he'd taken the rap for an $80,000 romance.

He told me if he ever went free, he'd hunt you both down.

That won't be necessary now.

I think your friend The Saint will probably enter by the rear door.

You see we kept all the doors unlocked for him...

'I don't think anybody would be unreasonable enough to blame me for his escape.

'He did away with two people here and that would prove he was a very desperate case.'

Let's go.

Look out, Fernack!

TWO SHOTS FIRED

Give me that key!

Give me that key!

I'm saving you to sign a confession, Mr Cullis.

Come on, over here.

Oh, Commissioner, I, er...

Before you go into details, you might know that we wired this room while you were out today.

Any court would understand the absurdity of the story I told her.

I knew that fable would bring The Saint to her side.

I wanted to grab both of them for you.

Well, The Saint was working for me a long time before you knew it.

Everything he's done in this town was with full authority.

Come on, let's have that money.

Here's the loot, Commissioner. Your friend in the kitchen couldn't shoot very straight.

I found these glasses out on the Eastman target range this morning.

Those belong to Allan Breck.

Yes, Miss Travers, even after I had him released last night,

I found he wanted no freedom without you. You're speaking of Breck?

Or Waldman, whichever you choose to call him.

Here's the man who got him. Congratulations, Inspector.

You see, Henry, I told you so, now you're a hero.

Latest paper here! Paper!

Paper!

Val, tomorrow morning you'll be reading the story for which you waited so long -

the clearing of your father's name.

Now his daughter has to clear hers, too.

I've got a lot to do, a lot to forgive,

and a lot to remember.

Mr Templar, sir, I was making so bold as to ask if you'd be wanting an assistant?

I'm sorry, Zipper, but it's always been my motto that he travels fastest... Who travels alone.

Goodbye, Saint.

Goodbye, Val.

I never seen such a cop.

HE WHISTLES

Subtitles by Louise Seddon Red Bee Media Ltd - 2005

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