The Saint in New York

Police lieutenant killed investigating rackets! Read all about it!

Police lieutenant killed investigating rackets!

Police lieutenant killed investigating rackets! Here you are.

Read all about it! All about the bombing!

Police lieutenant killed investigating rackets!

Wholesale rackets - gambling, organised vice overrunning the city.

And now, this man that you appointed to investigate, ruthlessly murdered.

We've come to you, Commissioner, because the people demand that something be done.

I agree, gentlemen. The situation is the worst I have ever known.

Send Inspector Fernack in, please.

I want you to meet a man who can explain exactly what I mean.

Inspector Fernack is no theorist. He knows what our problem is.

Come in, Inspector.

You know these gentlemen, I presume?

I ought to. Seen their pictures in the paper often enough. The Citizens' Committee for Crime Prevention.

I resent your attitude. This committee is trying to accomplish results where the police failed.

Professor Stevens, I've been a police officer nearly 20 years,

seen a lot of your committees come into existence. They don't last. The Police Department does.

Of course, Inspector, but the evils go right on.

Extortions, hold-ups, one of your own men murdered! What's to be done?

-All the police could do has been done.

-What?

-We've arrested the murderer, Jake Irbell.

-What?

-I was waiting to tell you, Commissioner. He's downstairs.

-Good.

Two hours after Geoff Martin was killed I had Jake Irbell under lock and key.

I bet you that within 30 days he'll be walking the streets again, a free man.

Don't worry about the police - it's what happens AFTER their arrests.

-Yes, but if you...

-All our trouble comes from a handful of Mob leaders who run things.

Put Jake Irbell, Maury Yule, Hutch Rellin, Boots Papinoff and their crowd where they belong,

-the crime wave would be over.

-But they have all been arrested.

-Sure, some of them two or three times.

-Yet every one of them is walking the streets today.

-But why?

-Surely if the police...?

-Why? Why do crooked lawyers exist?

Why do witnesses fail to show up at trials?

Why is a case postponed a dozen times?

Oh...what's the use?

Good afternoon, gentlemen.

There's your answer. Arresting a criminal is only half the battle.

Gentlemen, what we need is a Robin Hood.

-OTHERS:

-Robin Hood?

-Mr Commissioner, you must have heard of Simon Templar, The Saint?

-The Saint? What police official hasn't!

I just had word from Scotland Yard yesterday that he's, uh...

"left England, destination unknown."

But, surely, you're not suggesting that we...?

-The man's a dangerous criminal.

-I doubt that.

I've studied every case in which The Saint has figured

and, widely different as each one is, his victims are always criminals.

A few men brought to justice and our crime wave would cease.

It's an idea...a daring idea.

Even assuming the Commissioner agrees, how could we find this...this Saint?

That's an assignment I'd gladly undertake,

if the Commissioner will grant me the authority.

Sorry, Monsieur Valcross, he stayed only long enough to smash the chief of the opium trade here,

and then - pfft - he disappeared.

-And he left no clue as to where he might go next?

-Nothing but this.

Personally, I confess, I admire The Saint.

He actually fought with our officers.

-And you arrested him?

-Herr Valcross, what else could we do? He broke the law.

Of course, he also broke the largest band of diamond smugglers in the country.

Then I can see him in jail?

Sorry. He broke the jail too!

He left us this card.

Senor Valcross, I have reason to believe that our friend The Saint

-may be in Costa Grande.

-But you say he was involved in your recent revolution.

Involved? No, senor.

-He merely started it!

-Oh!

You've been a hard man to find, Mr Templar. I've been trailing you for nearly two months.

Have a drink, then, you must be thirsty. Tricky things, these punches. They have to be just so.

Jose, let's call an intermission.

How do you like Costa Grande, Mr Valcross?

I didn't come to see the city. I came to see YOU.

-Costa Grande's a beautiful city. There may be a revolution at any moment.

-Really?

-There you are.

-Thank you.

Mr Templar, what is it about revolution that you find so... so appealing?

I don't know.

Maybe it's because I like to see justice for the underdog.

Maybe it's simply my love of anything that smells of danger or trouble.

Well, if it's danger you want, I have a commission for you.

My city suffers from a plague that threatens to ruin it.

I've been sent to ask your help.

Well, I've been called many things but never a scientist!

I might admit in my own particular field, I have a certain scientific approach.

You'd need it.

This plague I speak of is gangdom,

cruel, merciless gangdom of the most dangerous kind.

You tempt me, Mr Valcross.

And yet a revolution would be very nice.

But far less hazardous.

Mr Templar, you'd be alone, pitting your wits against the most dangerous men alive.

You'd be solely responsible for ending their criminal careers.

Sounds as though it might be fun. ..My reward?

The gratitude of the city.

I usually play for more tangible stakes.

But there's a certain fascination in making one completely altruistic gesture.

These men you want, er, eliminated, do you know who they are?

Here's a list of six names.

We feel that if they're... brought to justice,

the plague is ended.

I could play a free hand? The police wouldn't interfere with my own, er, peculiar techniques?

You would be sworn in by the Commissioner in person.

He would keep your mission a secret.

He'd report only through me.

-When does the next plane leave?

-In two hours.

-Good.

Amigo! This calls for music. GUITAR PLAYS, WOMAN SINGS

My friend, history has been made today.

The Saint is on the side of law and order.

Beautiful, isn't it?

Bought from the Indians 300 years ago for a handful of beans.

Now being sold again to half a dozen savages.

When do we land?

In time for you to be at the trial of Jake Irbell,

the first savage on your list.

..And therefore, your honour, I object to any more postponements of this trial of Jacob Irbell.

If it please the court, I must insist that this case either go to trial

or that the charge against my client be dismissed.

Here we go again!

Mr Prosecuting Attorney,

can you offer this court any assurance that you'll be ready to go to trial two weeks from today?

Your honour, I cannot. Witness after witness has disappeared. Affidavits have been repudiated.

All we can do is seek new evidence.

Your honour, I ask that Mr Irbell be released.

In view of the lack of evidence, this court has no alternative

but to dismiss the charges against John S Irbell.

Case dismissed. Court is adjourned until 10 o'clock tomorrow morning.

-Good work, Jake!

-Nice going, kid!

Congratulations.

He had to do it. I'm as innocent as a baby.

-How about a party tonight to celebrate?

-Thanks, Hutch, it will be a pleasure.

-Come on.

Now he can go out and play clay pigeons with some more policemen.

Yeah, they should post a notice up, "Open season for cops."

Hi, Fernack.

Oh, say...

send me a couple of tickets to the Policemen's Ball. I got a girl who wants to meet a cop.

All right, Irbell, it's your turn now but I'll get you if it's the last thing I do.

You wouldn't bet I won't get you first, would you?

So long, fella.

Thanks. Come over for me at six.

GUNSHOT

Is he hurt bad, Sister?

Back up, now.

Call an ambulance.

And I hope it comes too late.

Who got you?

I don't know. But I don't want to die.

He's finished, Sister.

Come on, break it up, break it up!

-Come on, back up!

-On your way!

Wait a minute. What's this?

This is one indictment you couldn't dodge, Jake.

-Huh?

-We've got trouble.

-This is Simon Templar's work.

-Templar?

What's next on the programme?

Dinner, consisting of the most succulent lobster, dry white wine and salad.

-Then to bed?

-Eventually. First, a little stroll through the streets of your lovely city.

There's something beautiful yet sad about the streets of New York on an evening like this.

The beautiful side streets where the most charming people make their homes.

The king was in his counting house... I forget the rest. It's a nursery rhyme.

All right.

You're nervous. Sit down and relax.

We'll make believe we're old friends.

What do you want?

I can always tell the best people by a library - full of unread books.

Even your law books are a bit dusty, Mr Nather.

Hmm.

Pretty!

-So it's plain robbery, eh?

-You're too optimistic.

-If it's not robbery, then what?

-I didn't say it WASN'T robbery.

-You can't get away with this!

-A boy can try.

-There's 20,000 there!

-Thank you. Now, let's forget about it, shall we?

I really came here for a nice quiet chat.

I'm a lonesome soul in a big city,

so I can't be TOO particular about the people I talk to.

-Who ARE you?

-My name's Simon Templar, sometimes referred to as The Saint.

Ask Jake Irbell.

I didn't do anything!

Of course not. All you did was to intimidate a few witnesses...

take care of those who refused to be intimidated,

and plead like a loving mother for a man you knew was a guilty rat.

-I don't know what you're talking about!

-Oh, but you do.

That piece of paper that you tossed into the basket, give it to me.

Get it yourself.

-No, no, no! You wouldn't!

-What an unfortunate guess on your part.

PHONE RINGS

Answer it.

Yes?

This is Fay. The Big Fella wants you to stay home tonight.

I'll be home.

Nice voice.

She's probably dark with cold, clear eyes.

I'd like to meet her. Who is she?

A client of mine.

-The Big Fella a client of yours too?

-I've done all the talking I'm going to.

That may be truer than you think. Answer my question. Who is the Big Fella?

I don't know anything.

My, you're an unpleasant man, Nather. Are you married?

No.

Then there won't even be a widow to thank me... KNOCK AT DOOR

Yes?

-<

-Inspector Fernack is here, sir.

(Tell him to come in.)

-I'll see him.

-Yes, sir.

-Ah-ah!

"Here's yours. Thanks. Papinoff."

Huh!

Now let the Inspector in, cordially.

And remember, at this range I can pop the buttons off your vest.

-That would be a shame, cos they're nice buttons.

-Mr Fernack, sir.

Lockin' out your sins, Nather?

I did it, Fernack. It's a complex of mine. Lock it again, Nather.

-Who's that?

-Oh, just some crazy fool.

Inspector, I'm disappointed in you. You touch me at my most vulnerable point -

my vanity. You should recognise me. We've met before.

-Met before? Were you ever in Duluth?

-No, I hear it's a nice place.

-Nashville?

-Not even warm.

-We met as late as this afternoon.

-Where?

Together we ushered Mr Irbell, with fitting ceremony, into a next and, I trust, a better world.

-The Saint?!

-Sorry, I have an Englishman's aversion to arrest.

Forgive me.

What are you doing here, Templar?

I'm curious. Mr Nather, it seems, is a dear friend of Mr Irbell.

Now, having met Mr Nather, I'm no longer curious.

Fernack, don't stand there and let me be insulted! Do something!

Sure, take his gun away and I'll do something.

Inspector, you're a realist! You and I have much in common.

I aim to see justice done. Can't say as much for everyone around here.

Exactly. Supposing I were to tell you that Mr Nather had a telephone message a few minutes ago,

saying, "The Big Fella wants you to stay home tonight,"

what would you say?

So...!

That's all, gentlemen. Now I'll leave you to your own private grievances.

And if you're as smart as I think you are, you won't come to the window after I've gone

and start blowing whistles or anything silly like that.

See you sometime, Inspector!

Well? Get after him!

Now there's a guy I could like!

He knows a thing or two.

Fine cop, you are, letting him get away with this!

YOU beef?! Taking orders from the Big Fella and defending rats like Jake Irbell!

Listen, you lying crook, I just dropped in to tell you that Irbell got what he deserved.

So will you before you're through. I'm on to you now, so don't make me call on you again. Understand?

Going my way, Inspector?

Drive straight on through the park. It's a lovely night.

All right, Templar, now what?

Well, first, what would you do if I put this gun on the seat between us?

I'd make out I wasn't supposed to grab you and drag you in, dead or alive, to the nearest station.

Fernack, be honest, don't you think the law in its zeal sometimes loses all sight of right and wrong?

Templar, it is my job to catch men who break the law.

Why, if an archangel came down to cure a leper and parked on the wrong side of the street,

I'd have to give him a ticket.

Yeah, but a saint ought to get his ticket fixed!

What's on your mind?

Will you work with me?

I'll talk with you.

Who's the Big Fella?

He's the biggest of a long line of racketeers who call themselves Big Boy, Big Shot and so on.

-He's behind every racket in the city and makes a fortune out of it.

-Who is it?

Nobody knows.

But he sent Nather orders to stay at home tonight.

Sure.

The boys are probably going to pull something and they need a shrewd shyster to spring 'em.

Who's Papinoff?

You HAVE been getting around!

He's pay-off man for Maury Yule.

Hmm. Maury. What's his contribution to society?

Yule runs a travelling poker game.

Biggest in the business.

Cruises around in an armoured limousine with a couple of trigger men for nursemaids.

Suppose I wanted to meet Mr Yule?

There's a joint called the Silver Club, down on 49th, near 8th.

There's a girl named Fay Edwards. If you mention her name...

-ON RADIO:

-'Calling all cars. The kidnappers of Viola Throckmorton are reported to be moving east

'along 59th Street in an armoured sedan, licence plates bearing the numbers 5I3 or 5I8.

'Inspector Fernack, call dispatcher. Inspector Fernack, call dispatcher.'

Your party, Inspector.

Hey! Wait...

Fernack, you may not be a scholar,

but a gentleman? Yes!

TYRES SCREECH

-I smell burning rubber.

-Best brakes in town, boss. Where to?

49th, near 8th.

Just forget about those red lights, Sebastian.

Say, I know you!

Why shouldn't you? My life's an open book.

Why, you're The Saint!

I seen your picture in tonight's paper.

Terrible picture. Made me look like Tarzan.

I'm certainly glad to meet you in person.

Any guy that knocked off Jake Irbell is my pal and no kidding!

You, eh, knew the deceased?

Knew him?! That dirty double-crosser!

I had to pay him three bucks a week protection on this cab for a year.

Mister, you done a good deed.

Thank you, Sebastian, thank you.

You don't need a chauffeur, do you?

I can keep my trap shut and I can handle a wheel better than any guy in this town.

-See what I mean?

-Yes, I see what you mean!

You're my kind, all right!

There you are. ..It's all right.

Gee, thanks! Oh, say, call me, Columbus 51098, any time you want me.

Columbus 51098.

I'll remember.

-Yeah?

-My name's Simon. Fay sent me.

-Fay ain't come in yet.

-I'll wait.

-All right, then, wait.

-Don't get high-hat. I mean on the inside.

I'll take a drink until she comes.

All right.

Straight Scotch.

-Kinda quiet tonight.

-Kinda.

My name's Simon. Aces Simon, they call me.

I just cleaned out Detroit.

Yeah?

I hear they put on some nice games here.

I wouldn't know. I work long hours.

..Right.

I'd like to play with Maury Yule.

I don't know anything. I'll have to find out.

Maury Yule don't play tonight.

Too bad. I thought he played every night.

Yeah. But not tonight.

Hmm. Every night but not tonight?

Papinoff will be playing here, if you want a little game.

Well, I hate playing for buttons

but at least it will keep me off street corners.

Simon.

Pull up a chair, Simon.

Hiya.

I hope I'm not gonna be bored.

The whites are 100, the reds are 5 and the blues are a grand.

Of course, this ain't Detroit but we'll try our best to entertain you.

-You're Papinoff, aren't you?

-Mm-hm.

-What will it be?

-Make it 20 grand.

Keep it in the blues. I'm colour-blind anyway.

Where I come from, they pay for chips.

We must come from the same place. Remember the old swimming hole?

Wait a minute. Nothing personal I hope!

Get up. I want to talk to you.

Come on, get up.

That's all for tonight, boys.

You might give me a receipt for it.

-Where d'you get this dough?

-That question shows a lack of good taste.

If we asked all our acquaintances where they got their money,

all our best people would have to hide in caves.

-Don't he talk beautiful!

-Shuddup, Hymie.

-Where d'you get this?

-They've been giving it away on street corners.

This is a rich country. People don't know what to do with their money.

My friends usually wash their hands before they hit me.

-Maybe you're not a friend of mine, Papinoff.

-Where did it come from?

It's good money. You paid it out this evening.

-Why, you're getting so crooked, you don't even trust yourself!

-Why, you...!

Never seen such a guy. He ain't even scared.

For once in you're life, Hymie, you're grandly, beautifully right.

Cherish this moment. I doubt if you'll have another like it.

Just like out of a book. I never heard such talk.

It does something to me.

Nather? ..Papinoff.

Guy's just shown up flashing twenty grand and a certain piece of paper.

..Oh.

So you're the Saint.

Each of us in our own way has something of a saint within him.

Something tender and beautiful. Even you, Hymie.

-You killed Jake Irbell.

-He who lives by the sword... Finish it, Hymie.

Dies by the sword.

Maybe you'll do some dying by the sword yourself.

Take him up to Maury's. It's a health resort just outside town.

Health resort? Oh, well.

-After all, money isn't everything.

-Come on.

-Where's Maury?

-Upstairs.

Cheerful little place. I suppose it's haunted.

-Clanking chains, and all that. Do you believe in ghosts, Hymie?

-Quiet.

I was quite intimate with phantoms when I was a youngster. Only they never bothered me.

I was extraordinarily courageous for my age. CHILD CRIES

-And I never cried when I was a child.

-We ain't interested.

HE KNOCKS SLOWLY ON DOOR

-I've been invited.

-I wanted to see what you looked like.

I wanted to see what you looked like, Yule. Frankly, you're not pretty.

Yeah.

But you're a pretty boy, Saint.

Your black nine, Maury.

How would you like to be put in a hot box, Templar?

-I thought you were keeping that for Viola Throckmorton?

-You know about that too?

I know you kidnapped the child and she's in a room here.

You're real smart, aren't you?

May sound like boasting but since you asked me... I am.

Your friend's a terrible conversationalist. I'd rather talk to you.

I like to listen. It's my business.

Mine too. Sometime let's you and I go somewhere and listen together.

Maybe the zoo at feeding time some nice afternoon?

We could have a lot of fun.

Now he's making dates. Did you ever see such a guy?

I wouldn't make any plans for the future if I were you, Templar.

But you're not me. You're just a cheap thug.

Don't you think a girl with a name like Viola Throckmorton

has enough trouble without being kidnapped?

SHE LAUGHS

Thank you. It's not a good joke, but it's not as bad as they seem to make it.

You didn't come here to entertain us. That's enough!

Aaagh! Get him!

GUNSHOTS, FURNITURE CLATTERS

He must've jumped.

Hey, Mike, they got him yet?

They're looking down the road, come on.

CHILD WHIMPERS

Don't be afraid, Viola. I've come to take you home.

CAR HORN SOUNDS

CAR HORN PLAYS JAUNTY RHYTHM

-It's him!

-The guy's a genius. A genius!

Uh?

Pretty passable night's work, what?

You've been a godsend for the newspapers.

The reviews are good. I'm such a hero, I hardly recognise myself.

It's a pity there has to be such violence.

Oh, but I suppose with men like these, there's no alternative.

Three out of six isn't a bad batting average, is it?

-Oh, I admit I had luck.

-You're over-modest.

-Pure luck.

Sader was a bad shot but a beautiful target.

I didn't even know who he was until I read about it.

The Big Fella? He wasn't on our list.

He is now.

Perhaps a lady named Fay Edwards too.

-Is there a woman mixed up in this?

-Strange girl.

She has funny ears. Cold, clear eyes. Nice.

Careful, my boy. Ladies are hard luck for men of action.

That's a superstition. And you're just an old, embittered cynic.

I wanna see what makes her tick.

Promise me you'll take care of yourself.

-You're too valuable for us to lose now.

-Don't worry.

I'm spending the afternoon among the Earth's lesser and happier creatures.

If anyone calls, I'm at the zoo.

< MAN CLEARS THROAT

Sorry, old boy. The law's the law.

-Hello.

-Hello.

Interesting, aren't they?

I've long been an earnest admirer and student of monkeys.

They remind me of my uncle. On my father's side.

I like the zoo. The tigers, especially.

There's something about tigers.

Let's go and look at them.

I've hunted tigers.

Is it fun?

It's more fun hunting men.

-He's beautiful, isn't he?

-Mm-hm.

-You're a queer girl.

-Mm-hm.

Thanks for slipping me the gun last night. Came in handy.

-That's all right.

-Why did you do it?

-I have no notions of loyalty.

I help those persons who win my admiration for the moment.

You and I feel the same about things. I suppose that's why I like you.

I like you. Maybe someday I'll be really useful to you.

Maybe someday I'll fall in love with you. I could.

I'd like to know you.

-I don't think I want you to know me just yet.

-When?

-We'll meet again.

-Goodbye. Don't follow me.

-You're lovely.

By the way, who's next?

Hutch Rellin is next.

"Hutch Rellin is next". So I'm next, eh?

-That's fine. Where did you get this?

-The bell rang. When I opened the door, it was stuck in a handle.

He even leaves a calling card. The guy's a wonder.

-Don't worry, Hutch. We won't let him get to you.

-That's fine.

I feel much better now.

-You didn't let him get to Maury or Eddie Sader either.

-These things happen, Hutch.

Maury was a nice boy. Great shame about Maury.

So Maury's gone, it's all a mistake.

Come here, Farrell.

-You let this Saint in last night, eh?

-It was like this...

You don't remember we told you not to let anyone in you don't know?

-But he told...

-He pays you good, this Saint?

-You can't say that.

I didn't get anything. I never seen him before. You gotta believe me...

You was a good boy, Phil. Go on, wait outside till I send for you.

Don't be too hard on him, Hutch. Everybody makes mistakes.

Pappy, you're right. Everyone makes mistakes, even you.

-I wasn't thinking of myself.

-I wasn't either until you talked up.

-Forget it.

-Yes, Pappy, you made a mistake too.

And sent this Saint up to Maury with a knife and a gun in his pocket.

Don't kid about things like that! We frisked him, I swear. Ask Hymie!

Sure! All you left was a knife and a gun.

At least you didn't leave no hand grenades in his pockets!

I say that much for you!

It's kind of funny, ain't it, boys?

-Yeah, it's a scream.

-Why don't you laugh, Pappy?

-NERVOUSLY:

-I'm laughing, see?

You've got a broken tooth. Too bad you don't have time to get it fixed.

-Oh, I got t...

-I think maybe not.

How much did the Saint pay you for that arsenal?

-Why did you send him up to kill Maury?

-Me, Hutch? Don't be foolish.

-Maury was my pal!

-That's right. And you was my pal.

You was a good boy, Pappy. Go on, wait outside. We'll see you later.

Sure. Sure, Hutch.

Whatever you say. I'll go outside and play the slot machines.

I got a feeling tonight's my lucky night!

HUTCH SIGHS

-All my best friends, they go like...like...

-Like water?

Like beer, my best friends go...

HE SOBS

Shuddup, will ya? Shut up!

If he'd only said who he was. If he'd only told me he was the Saint!

HE CONTINUES TO SOB

The Saint?

-Hi, Pappy.

-The Saint! I was looking for you.

And I was looking for Hutch Rellin. Go on, keep driving.

Listen, you gotta listen to me. I wanna be on your side.

My side's very exclusive. You have to be born on my side.

Don't, I'm on a spot. Rellin thinks you paid me off, he's out to get me.

-Rellin shows rare judgement.

-I wanna make a deal.

-Sure, after that smack you gave me, I'm dying to make a deal.

-Smack me back all you want.

-You gotta listen.

-Talk fast. Better be eloquent as the devil.

I don't know your racket or who you work for,

but you're out to get Hutch and I can help.

I'll give you any dope you want and 25 grand besides.

Honest Papinoff. Loyal to his leader.

-I'll tell you anything, I swear.

-Who's the Big Fella?

-Big Fella? I can't tell you that...

-Check off question one and skip the rest.

Honest, if I knew I'd tell ya.

Nobody knows. Not Hutch or Maury or anybody.

-And there's only one person's got his number.

-Who?

-I'll tell you.

I wanna come clean and play square. It's...

GUNSHOTS

Pappy, you were a reckless driver.

Come on, let's get going.

Tiger, tiger burning bright, in the forests of the night...

Poetry. Very interesting character.

-I'm Rellin. Hutch Rellin.

-Delighted.

-I was looking for you.

-Sit down.

We should get acquainted. Two big men like you and me.

-Oh yeah, thanks for the nice note you sent me.

-That was nothing.

-I just dashed it off.

-You're such a smart boy. Young, good looking.

-You must have a lot of friends.

-I have.

I used to have good friends too. Jake Irbell, Eddie Sader...

Maury Yule, Boots Papinoff. Where are the snows of yesteryear?

-Gone.

-Yeah. All gone.

Who put you up to this? Who's behind you?

The Snowden boys, huh? The Florida crowd?

-Talk, by Jove, or I'll...

-Or you'll ruin the best suit ever created by a London tailor.

For an executive, you have the undignified manners of a chimpanzee.

Especially in front of a lady.

What's a chimp-pansy?

Listen. First, I never heard of the Florida crowd, nor the Snowden boys. Upstarts, probably.

Second, I'm a lone wolf. A lone eagle, a solo flyer, whatever the romantics call it.

Third, I'm a positive genius for getting what I go after.

Yeah? What did you think you was going to get out of this?

Hutch, there are ideals far above your earthy vision.

A woman might understand. Talking to you would be futile.

Nobody talks to me no more. I got tired of listening anyway.

You was a good boy, Saint. You and me, we could have done big things.

I think you'd better wait outside. Red, Hymie - nice and quiet, see?

Very private. I wait for you here, come back quick.

Goodnight, Mr Saint. Sleep good.

Hutch, in your next life you'll be an ape. A fat, melancholy creature.

And lovers will stroll through the zoo and say "Remember Hutch Rellin?

"He died soon after his partners."

I think one of the lights is out.

-Take a good look.

-Pretty girl, isn't she?

There's something about watching a woman walk. Ever noticed it, Red?

Ever since I was 14.

Left headlight's loose. You gotta hit it to get it to light.

-Where's the party tonight?

-Jersey. We thought you might like a change.

That's nice. I don't care where I am as long as I'm in good company.

Last stop.

-This is the place?

-This is the place.

I'm disappointed. In the old days, there'd have been quite a crowd watching.

-Of the better people.

-Yeah, times have changed. Ain't much to it now.

I guess this will be all right. Stand over there against that tree.

Come on, Hymie, it's your turn.

-The heart's on this side.

-I know.

Some guys started wearing bulletproof vests.

-Would that I were invulnerable too.

-Invulnerable? What's that?

Look it up some time, Hymie.

GUNSHOT

Where you get off. Drop him.

-< Hold it, Red. The Big Fella says "wait a minute."

-What?

You heard what I said. Put your gun down.

You can tell the Big Fella you came too late. He killed Hymie.

-Red, listen to me.

-I ain't listening to nobody, I'm doing for this guy right now!

GUNSHOT

-Why did you come here?

-Because you asked me.

I don't mean here, to my place. I mean to New York.

Oh, I... I had a commission.

You can cross out Jenks. That was Red.

Vintore was in Pittsburgh, last I heard of him.

That leaves Rellin, the Big Fella, and me.

Should be a question mark after your name. I don't understand you, how did you meet the Big Fella?

Three years ago, I was down. This town had me beaten.

I met him, he was kind to me. He was a failure with a great idea.

HE GASPS IN PAIN Go on.

He had a talent for crime, like the talent of a musician.

-Needed instruments to give it form.

-Yule, Irbell, Rellin, Jenks.

He had brains and imagination, but he just couldn't read men.

-He needed a voice.

-You?

I was his voice. He created blueprints of crimes,

the way an architect designs houses. Through me he assigned them to...

-Yule, Irbell, Rellin and company.

-Seven of them in all.

They organised to work together for three years. I handled it for the Big Fella.

All money to be deposited in one account. At the end of three years,

-the proceeds to be divided evenly.

-When are the three years up?

Tomorrow morning. Or rather, this morning now.

There are only three men left to divide the money.

-Why do you tell me these things?

-You want to know them. Is there anything else?

Could you tell me who the Big Fella is?

I promised him I'd never tell anyone his name.

But I could point him out to you.

-You have a barbarian's code of ethics.

-He never said anything about pointing him out.

-I'm glad you're on my side.

-I have no sides.

It's very simple.

-Please don't go away from me.

-No.

-But now I must go away from you.

-Why?

Just for a little while. Perhaps no longer than till morning.

I have to get a message for the Big Fella. He's meeting me at nine.

I don't know where.

There's a good place I know in Vermont.

In spring, Vermont is very beautiful. Quiet, green hills.

-We could lie in the sun.

-I'd like to go to Vermont.

I'll call back here during the night to tell you what I'm doing.

And to tell you I love you.

I must go to my hotel first. I'll be back in an hour.

I want to look for messages, and I have to change.

Don't change, darling. Don't ever change.

Closing up, and Hymie and Red ain't back. Thought I'd tell ya.

-Mm? Not so good. Where's Fay?

-She went home right after the boys left.

That's funny. You stay here till I come back.

I'm going to Fay's apartment.

Well! This is a surprise. What can I do for you?

-Or has the hotel gone bankrupt, and are you bailiffs, Mr...?

-Kestry, from headquarters.

We got a little message that we'd find you here.

Oh, yes. That was from me.

I wanted to tell you I could find the Big Fella for you.

Guess again. The message we got came from the Big Fella.

I'm really becoming quite important! I knew some day I'd make good.

Never mind the cracks. You've been mixed up in some interesting killings.

-What do you know about that mob?

-Only what I read in the papers.

Are you gonna talk, or are we gonna make you?

Physical force, my friend, is the resort of the stupid.

If you just ask like gentlemen...

-SOUND OF FIGHTING >

-Quit it, Bonacci.

-Thanks, Fernack.

-I questioned him, he wouldn't talk.

-You go, I'll talk to him.

-He's tough, Inspector...

-I can handle him.

All right by me, boss, but I'm warning you. ..Come on.

-Look as if you've had a pretty tough night.

-I have.

-Mind if I clean up a bit?

-No, go ahead.

-Thanks.

There's a malt scotch on the table. Soda's on the cupboard if you want.

-Here's to our departed friends.

-Amen. >

-Say, you know that 20,000 that...

-That I stole from the good lawyer Nather?

I gave that to Jeff Martin's widow. She was mighty grateful.

Small compensation for what she lost. >

Templar... I'm not a kid any more.

All my life I've had to deal with men who make laws,

men who break them, and men who try and keep them.

Every man I've ever met, I can look in the eye

and tell what side he's on and why.

Every man. Just like that. Except you.

You're the first one who's ever had me bamboozled. It hurts my pride.

Some day, Fernack, you'll be able to look me in the eye,

and tell just like that where I belong. But why may stick you.

I don't know why myself.

-I can't tie this.

-One turn or two?

-One.

This is easy. Comes to bowties, I have to call my wife. I can't get the ends together.

You ought to learn this one though, kid. Might be useful.

After all, it's not very different from a hangman's knot.

-There you are, perfect.

-Thanks. Do you mind?

Thanks. Sit down.

-How was the scotch?

-First-rate.

-So was your little job of spring-cleaning the last few days.

-My pleasure.

-Course, I still ought to run you in.

-Ought is a terrible word.

-What's next?

-The Big Fella.

-Yeah?

-I expect to have him by morning.

What time in the morning?

I should say about 9:15. Somebody's finding him for me now.

There may be a call waiting for me at this minute.

Course, the Big Fella's worth 20 of you.

If you were to grab this gun, march out of here,

-there wouldn't be anything I could do, would there?

-No.

Saint's a slippery guy, everyone knows that.

I'm just a dumb cop, maybe ought to be pounding the beat in Staten Island anyway.

You're not so dumb.

I live at 58 Washington Square South.

9:15 tomorrow, I'll be out in front smoking a cigar.

I'll be there. You'll be able to take either the Big Fella or me to HQ.

-Good enough.

-Coming with me?

No, if you don't mind, I'll just stay here and finish my cigar.

Maybe I'll even have another drink.

-So long.

-Have a good time.

-DOOR CLOSES

-Don't get yourself hurt again.

Pretty late for you to be coming in, Fay.

Specially tonight, when it looks like something is wrong.

I don't like it.

Where's Red? Where's Hymie?

Where was you when the boys...

-Greetings, Hutch.

-Saint... No.

-No!

-Yes, Hutch. Yes.

-Red! Hymie!

-No, Hutch. You're all alone now.

They've gone to join their fathers, if they had any.

-Raise your hands a bit higher, please.

-Please, no, no...

-I've waited, I...I want to talk to you.

-I know, you wanna be on my side.

Listen, you and me, we could be doing big things.

We could work together. If I tell you, you'll be surprised.

I can do you plenty of good.

If you would... If you would only listen to me!

PHONE RINGS

PHONE CONTINUES RINGING

Yeah? Oh, good morning.

Did you sleep well? ..That's good. It's 8:30 now.

Can you be at the Vandrick National Bank at nine?

In front of the 54th Street entrance, nine o'clock. I'll be there.

Be lucky, darling. Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Columbus, 51098.

I'd like to speak to Sebastian Lipke.

Telephone, Sebastian!

-Hello?

-Sebastian? This is the Saint.

-I've got a job for you.

-Boy, that's great.

..Right. Vandrick National.

Hey, do you think we can take it, just the two of us?

My grandfather took Sevastopol with his bare hands. Hurry over.

It's almost time. Keep the motor running, we'll have a passenger.

-We may have to move fast.

-We'll move fast. You think I'll make the headlines too?

-If you do what I say.

-OK, boss.

-Valcross!

-Why, hello. Glad to see you. What are you doing up so early?

-Long story. I wanted to see you last night.

-Didn't you get the note?

Things have been happening so fast, I didn't have time to look for notes. Let's get inside.

Not yet, Sebastian. I'll tell you when.

-Where have you been?

-Out of town on Chamber of Commerce business.

-Flew both ways, just got back.

-I've had a lovely time.

I've been taken for a ride, done for Hutch Rellin, arrested,

fallen in love with the queerest girl you've ever seen, and I'm getting the Big Fella in just...

-three minutes.

-Well, tell me the whole story.

The Big Fella found out about me and tipped off the police. The girl's named Fay Edwards.

-Do you think you can believe her?

-I'm sure I can.

She's going to point the Big Fella out to me.

Imagine. That amazing criminal organisation,

and a young girl who falls in love with an adventurer can tear it all to pieces.

-She hasn't done it yet.

-Templar, you've done a great job so far.

-Please be careful now.

-I will. You better go.

-I'll see you at the hotel.

-Good luck, m'boy.

-Thanks.

Hey!

The Big Fella!

PEOPLE SCREAM

Are you hurt, lady?

Get him inside, quick.

Fay!

POLICE WHISTLES SOUND

POLICEMEN SHOUT

Oh...

-WEAKLY:

-Hello.

-I'm sorry.

Don't be sorry, dear. It doesn't suit you.

Be light-hearted.

You'll be all right... on a train for Vermont.

-There are no trains for Vermont.

-You mustn't talk like that.

Simon...don't be sad.

I'm a queer girl, anyway.

Do something! Templar, help me!

-Take me to a doctor!

-Be quiet!

You'll find the Big Fella in there. And a witness.

I knew you'd do it.

Valcross! The Big Fella!

Who's this?

-I don't know, boss.

-Stay here, I'll want you. Templar!

HE READS OUT NOTE

Tell the Commissioner that HE was fooled?

I don't know why I'm seeing you off after you and the Commissioner made a chump out of me.

-Don't hold it against us.

-I won't. Boy, you certainly taught me.

-You trusted me.

-Ohh.

Say, when will I be seeing you again?

Oh, I don't know. I'll be back.

-Maybe in the spring.

-Yeah?

-You know, Fernack? It's lovely in Vermont...in the spring.

-Uh-huh.

Simon Templar. Washington, Dulles, Brownsville, into Rio de Janeiro. Thank you, sir.

Tell me, what's taking you to Rio?

Fernack, there's a man down there I don't like.

AEROPLANE ENGINE STARTS

I'm glad I'm not the man in Rio.

Good luck, Saint.