All language subtitles for the_saint_s04e09_the_old_treasure_story

In the old adventurous piratical days
when Britannia ruled the waves, crossing

the Atlantic in a sailing ship was about
as tough as trying to cross the Alps in

your bare feet.

Columbus, for example, in the Santa
Maria, took 66 days to cross the

Soon, the Concorde will jet us from
London to New York in just over three

This, of course, is progress.

Me? I'm not in that much of a hurry.

Good morning.

Good morning.

You must be April Mallory.

Yes.

You must want Captain Williams.

Just a moment, I'll call him.

Bill?

You can get that special bottle out I've
been saving.

Well, you old buccaneer, how are you?

I'm fine, Bill. How are you?

Oh, sailing free enough for an old hulk
I am. Oh, look, cruising rum.

Salomon brings this up from the
Barbados.

You know, I've been saving this up
special.

To drink to the health of an old friend.

Simon Templer.

I bought a tin with a handy billy.

Thirty years ago it was today, and he
still comes to see me. And every word of

that, Mr. Templer, is God's honest
truth.

Fine, if it ain't, may I be struck dead.

Yeah, I bet that fair gave you a turn,
eh, Bill?

Come on, Bill, tell us how you feel. Do
you like this ever night?

Yes.

You're very fond of him, aren't you?

Yes, very.

He's probably brought me up.

How long have you been here?

Since I was 12.

But, Mr. Templer, I'm just a bit worried
about him at the moment.

Why?

I don't know. He's been so nervous
lately.

As if he were expecting something
terrible to happen.

Come on, lads. You get a coach, will you
all?

Come on, fellas. Drink up. They'll have
a storm on the way. It's nearly time.

Yes, we shall get underway.

Come on, boys. Down the hatch.

Good to meet you, Mr. Templer. Nice
meeting you.

Oh, you get your shark.

Mr. Templer, do we know it, how Billy
has become a famous author?

Yes, I even read his book.

And a fair load of you -know -what,
isn't it? How would you know? You can't

read. Oh, if you read, then know you can
write.

The old treasure story, it's got
barnacles on it.

Good night, April.

Good night. Good night, April.

Well, I'd better clear up. All right,
Walter. See you tomorrow.

That's a good girl.

Well, Bill, it was a great evening. I
enjoyed every second of it. Oh, except

that I talked too much. Oh, go on. They
love it.

Bill, about your book.

What about it?

Is it true?

Every word.

Absolute gospel. And I've got an
autographed copy for you, too.

Apparently. Treasure by Robert Doon.

Why don't you write it under your own
name?

Oh, publicity and talk, you know.

Love, will you bring us my rum over and
a couple of glasses?

Yeah, all right. Pull me up.

Come on, we'll have a toddy.

I'll tell you all about it while we're
having our rum.

Now, release that, love.

Simon and me, we will have a little
talk.

All right, then.

Not too late now.

I promise.

Night, Mr.

Templin. Night.

That was a lie for April's benefit.

Yes, I used a pen name, Simon, because
I'm afraid.

You're afraid of what?

The past.

I suppose you guessed I asked you down
here for more than a big shot, Fish.

Well, it had crossed my mind.

Yes, well, I'll start at the beginning.

It was right after the war.

Simon, I was sick to the bones of the
Nazis and their torpedoes and sicked out

of all the fine lads who had died.

You know, me and my mate, Tom Mallory.

April's father.

We bought a stoner.

The West Wind.

Oh, she was a lovely ship, Simon.

Well, we figured to carry sugar and rum
from the West Indies across to Florida.

Wasn't before long with a nice tiny
business going for us.

Full cargoes every voyage.

Money started rolling.

And we had... Who the devil did that?

My car broke down.

Well, I'm sorry, it was closed.

I'll need a room for the night.

What for that?

Oh, no, man. You wouldn't even turn a
dog out on a night like this.

West Wind.

I once knew the chief officer, a fellow
named Tom...

Mallory. Now, man, are you sure you
couldn't find me a bed?

It don't have to be fancy.

Just dry.

I'll fix you a bed.

You do that little thing.

Where are you from?

Down the road.

You know Bill Williams?

Ask him.

Cruising around.

The bar is closed.

Not to me.

To everybody.

Okay.

I'll have a glass of rum.

Straight. I'll get you a glass.

This one will do.

Where's my room?

Number three, first right at the top of
the stairs.

Oh, very hospitable.

I've been waiting here 15 years to have
this little talk with you, Captain.

I think it's another night, won't it?

Thanks for not saying anything.

It was an effort.

Who is it?

His name's Reston.

Jim Reston. He was my bosun on the West
Wind.

Why is he here? What does he want?

Simon, I don't want to talk tonight.

I just want to go to bed and think
things over.

How did you find me?

Man, you have to write a book.

Did you really think a pen name could
cover you up, huh? You read it? Page 10,

suspected. But by page 50, I was
positive.

Where's the map?

I keep it in a safe deposit box in a
London bank. Liar! No! Liar!

A murderer.

It was an accident, I swear.

Why did you cover it up all these years?

People don't get hanged for accidents,
Mr. Williams.

Tom, Mallory and I did quarrel about the
map that night. That part is true.

Sure it is.

I didn't mean to hurt him. I lost my
temper, I swear.

He fell and hit his head and when I
turned him over, he was dead.

And then?

You threw him overboard.

I was there, remember?

I've done all I could to make amends.

When Tom's wife died, I brought his
daughter here.

I did everything I could for her, sent
her to school.

Reston, I swear in terms of mental
agony, I've paid for what I did a

times. But not as much as you're going
to pay.

And I'm not talking about money either.
I've got money.

Of course, not as much as I'm going to
have when you give me that map.

I haven't got it. It's not here. Liar!

You're going to give me that map?

Or I'm going to tell that little girl
upstairs how you murdered her daddy.

You pig!

The map's here.

Yes. Where?

The treasure doesn't exist.

Sure it does.

You're wasting your time.

Look. I know, understand?

Then tell me!

Get the doctor, quick. No, no, wait.

There's a lot to say.

There's not much time.

There's been a lot of blather.

Talked about pirates.

Tracy, this one exists.

Simon.

In the west wind.

In the deckhouse.

There's a piece of parchment.

Get it.

Hurry.

April,

this

is your legacy.

I owe it to you.

I was responsible for your father's
death.

No, don't say anything.

This treasure worth millions in the
Virgin Islands.

Simon, this is a third of the map.

I wrote the book hoping that the people
who had the other pieces

would come and... They all don't say
anymore.

I tried to make it up to April.

Simon, what should I do?

Why not stay on here?

Around this place, after all, it's yours
now.

No, I mean about the treasure.

Do you believe it?

April, there are thousands of stories
about treasure in the Caribbean.

Some of them are fact.

The majority are absolute nonsense.

However, it is a fact that there was a
pirate named Blackbeard who lived around

1718. But the odds of finding his
treasure are about a million to one.

If you'll forgive me.

Not that high.

It fits.

Quite, Miss Barrett.

Oh, you're exactly as Captain Williams
described you in his book. I'd know you

anywhere.

Who are you?

My name is Raw.

Well, this is Mr. Templer.

How very nice to meet you.

I'm right on cue.

Cue?

Oh, it's quite simple, really, and...

Very open and above board.

You see, I live in the Virgin Islands,
which is where I first read Captain

Williams' book.

I came to England to meet him and to do
some other business.

Yesterday I read in the paper that he'd
died, so I've come down today to pay my

respects and to talk to his heir.

Meaning, whoever owns this. Exactly.

Do you take this treasure story
seriously?

Very seriously.

I'm offering you a partnership.

We split the treasure three ways.

And who will be the third partner?

A friend.

We'll meet him.

I'll bet we will.

You sound suspicious, Mr. Templer.

And you're surprised?

Captain Williams was murdered for this.
Two days later, you walk in with another

section.

Now, you surely don't think that I had
anything to do with Captain Williams'

death?

I'm glad you get the point.

My dear fellow, that is absurd.

A great many people know that
Blackbeard's treasure exists.

And since Captain Williams wrote his
book, a great many people know that he

a section of the map.

That's why I'm here.

There'll probably be others.

That's why we haven't a moment to lose.

Are you asking us to go to the Virgin
Islands with you?

By the next plane.

I have a boat in St. Thomas. It's a
quick time waiting.

Herman, could we?

Why not?

It appeals to my buccaneering spirit.

I do hope you're taking this seriously,
Mr. Templer.

The treasure that Blackbeard hid on
Gorda Key is worth seven million pounds.

There we are.

Wet Indian.

You don't trust Duncan Raw, do you?

I just trust everybody at the moment.

Don't make the high -handed way this
meeting was arranged.

And why on Raw's boat, why not on
neutral ground?

Well, look at that.

Undoubtedly, there's a guy with the
other third of the map.

Three weeks we sit on this boat and do
nothing.

The action is about to start, so shut
up.

These people, they have a map?

Of course they have a map.

Don't ask any other questions.

I tell you, if we don't start looking
for the treasure tomorrow, then Maria,

go home.

Now, just how are you going to get
there?

Swim?

That does it. No more delays.

Honey,

you dish out any of that Italian
temperament, I'm going to have to belt

You are 26 years of age, and you know
exactly what you're doing on this boat.

Anytime you don't like it, get off.

That must be them now.

Miss Mallory?

Hello.

Miss Templer? Hello.

Delighted to see you again.

Won't you go aboard?

Miss Cavallini. How do you do?

And Mr. Templer.

How do you do?

And this is Jack Forrest, our third
partner and cover.

Welcome to the party.

Did you say cover?

My dear Miss Mallory, I can't emphasize
enough the need for absolute secrecy.

And Mr. Forrest is a film producer.

Offensively, he's here in the islands
looking for locations, which means that

can sail anywhere we like and no
questions asked.

Now, if we find the treasure, then we
will.

Nobody. And I repeat, nobody must know
about it.

Otherwise, we face a great many legal
and tax problems. Do you agree?

Sounds logical enough to me.

When do we start?

The sooner the better.

An hour?

Ah, Mr. Templer is a man of action.

Now, I suppose we have a look at the
map.

Why?

It's obvious, isn't it?

Well, not to me, it isn't.

When we land on Gorder Quay...

We'll put the map sections together on
the beach.

That way, no one will get premature
ideas.

Hadn't we better start out?

We got plenty of time, man.

Our launch will get the Gorda Key well
ahead of that schooner.

And time begins.

Enjoying it?

Mmm, marvelous.

I love it.

When I think of all that money... Don't
spend it before you get it.

Oh, Simon, you're such a pessimist.

No, a realist.

We're all turned up far too
conveniently. I didn't like the whole

April, I want you to be very careful.

And keep this with you.

You are evil, cruel, mean.

For God's sakes, why don't you shut up
and fix us something to eat?

You think you get rid of me?

It's not so simple. You think you throw
me off this boat and I go back to Napoli

like a good girl. Why, no.

I tell everybody.

Tell what?

That you found the treasure.

Then the government will come and they
will take half of it away.

In tax.

See? Why, you stupid little Italian
bro... We can do without that, I think.

Why don't you mind your business?

It's one of the ship's rules.

No beating of ladies in public.

Thank you for this afternoon.

My pleasure.

This Miss Mallory, you love her?

I hardly know.

Then maybe you do not mind if a share of
the treasure... Go on.

If we work together, you and me.

Once we get on the island, we could...
We'll be off Point Pajaro in an hour.

Should make the island by dawn.

There it is.

Gora Key.

So beautiful.

And peaceful.

Yes, we hope.

It's definitely volcanic in origin.

Do you think it's completely
uninhabited?

It better be. At this stage, cannibals
would be far more than I could bear.

First the tabletop go, and there it by
the arch of skulls.

And from the spike set therein, thirty
-eight degrees northeast by north, ten

chains out Pithipus.

Pithipus? Greek mythology, king of
Corinth.

First to the tabletop go.

Doesn't make sense.

Wait a minute.

That mountain.

That's it. The tabletop.

First of a tabletop go.

That's a pretty tough climb. You think
you guys can make it? Are you kidding?

I'm beginning to miss my psychiatrist.

Just imagine you've got a parrot on an
eyepatch and you'll have just easier.

It's crazy.

The whole thing's crazy.

The Arch of Skulls.

It says everything but Captain Kidd.

Blackbird was a real comic.

Vision has it that it took five pistol
shots and 20 sword shots to kill him.

They don't hardly make them like that
anymore.

They even drank gunpowder in their rum.

Oh, you make that up. Rum with
gunpowder. Everything went with a bang.

I'll forget you said that.

What does the map say?

And there is by the Arch of Skulls.

And from the spike set therein... The
spike set therein. It fits.

Everything's working.

20 million bucks worth of treasure.

And from the spike set therein, 38
degrees northeast by north, 10 chains

Chain? What is that?

When I went to school, it was 66 feet or
22 yards.

Come on, hurry!

Ten chains out. That's 220 yards.

Right, I'll pace it out.

One, two, three, four, twelve, thirteen,
fourteen, fifteen,

sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen,
two hundred and twenty.

It's rock.

Nothing but rock. We must have come too
far.

I paced it with you.

It's exactly 220 yards.

220 miles.

Somehow we must have got off course. We
couldn't have.

We checked it every few feet.

Could the compass be wrong?

I don't know.

What does the map say again?

38 degrees, northeast by north.

Ten chains out.

Sisyphus. Sisyphus.

Sisyphus on the rock. That's it.

Sisyphus pushed a rock up the hill.
Every time it got to the top, it slipped

of his fingers and fell back again.

You mean that rock?

Yes.

This is the entrance to a cave.

We have to move that thing? Must weigh
tons.

The treasure is behind it.

Then we move it. We'll need dynamite.

There's some in the ship.

We have to go all the way back, down
that cliff, and it's getting dark.

All right, we'll make camp.

I'll get back to the ship in the morning
and get the dynamite.

Let's make a fire.

They've found it.

Tomorrow morning we move in.

Better kill.

You guys better get back behind that
rock.

I'll take this bag with me.

Three sticks going to be enough?

Should be if we get them in the right
place.

Behind the boulder so it blows upwards.

Seems to be a likely place.

You know, it beats me to tell they got
this thing in position in the first

place.

By manpower, the same way they built the
pyramid.

Don't leave! Don't leave!

It's just a bruise.

Are you disappointed at all? What about
it? I'm still alive.

Well, let's get one thing straight,
shall we, Forrest?

I am not your nurse.

You're here because you've got one third
of the map.

So you get one third of the treasure and
you take one third of the risk.

All right?

Thanks a lot.

in the roof. Do you think it's
dangerous?

That's a chance we're going to have to
take. Maybe the girls better wait

outside. Look, I said before, there are
risks involved in treasure hunting and

we share them equally.

Got understood?

We can do without the lecture hall.

This is as far as the map and the clues
take it.

What we're going to find in this cave, I
don't know.

So if any of you want to back out of the
deal, now's the time to say so.

All right, let's get started.

This is a dead end. It doesn't lead
anyplace. Well, there must be a way.

Luke!

Don't touch it!

What's the matter? What's going on?

Whether you live or die, Roel, is a
matter of complete indifference to me.

However, I suggest you step back.

Treasure hunting involves risks.

Do you want to back out?

Touche, Mr. Templer, and thank you for
saving my life.

That's nothing.

He does it all the time.

Booby -trapping his treasure was one of
Blackbeard's little tricks.

From now on, don't put one foot in front
of the other without looking first.

Naturally, they are in the volcanic
origin.

How do we know we're going the right
way?

We don't.

We're making sure we find our way back.

That's obvious, isn't it?

So are other things.

Look, Mr. Templer, you are not in charge
of this expedition.

Neither are you a member of it. Unless,
of course, it's your intention to take

over Miss Mallory's share of the
treasure.

Oh, no, come on, you two.

It's my intention to make sure she gets
it.

And to keep a promise to a man who was
murdered.

What's that mean?

Now, aren't we being just a little
premature, Mr. Forrest? I mean, surely,

film producer, you'd know.

We never fight over the treasure until
we've found it.

Isn't that the logical plot sequence?

Why don't you calm your dog, Miss
Mallory? Our friend can hardly harm us

present condition.

This guy Blackbeard sure didn't fool
around, did he?

That's the usual pattern. They'll
survive. Let's just say we're the

heaven.

You made it, man.

You must be well inside by now. Yeah.

We've got two choices. I suggest we
split up.

All right, Forrest, and I'll go this
way. Meet you back here in 20 minutes.

Well, what about us?

Will you stay here?

No.

Maria, for God's sake, shut up and do
what you're told.

Leave me, it'll be safer.

I also suggest you turn off your torch
and save the battery.

You mean just stay here in the dark?

No, here.

All the comforts of home.

Right, 20 minutes.

See anything?

No, it looks like a dead end.

Better try another passage. Templer,
what did April mean back there about a

who was murdered?

Bill Williams.

Who's Bill Williams?

You probably knew him as Robert Dorn.

Dorn?

The guy who wrote the book?

Yes.

He was murdered?

That's right. He was April Mallory's
guardian and my good friend.

Who did it?

Someone who's not far behind us.

Who? A man named Reston.

He's dead.

It's an opening.

We'll explore, huh?

Shouldn't we wait for the others?

Oh, you English girls, always the man is
boss. Come on.

Maria, be careful.

Survived another of your risks?

Did you find anything?

No, we turned back when we heard the
screaming. What about you?

Same thing.

Let's not stand too close to the edge.

Place this till we get across.

Roll!

What is it?

Some sort of drawbridge.

I want you to go back to the other cabin
and stop whoever's behind us.

What about the treasure?

I'll take care of your interests.

April, the gun I gave you.

Turn around nice and slow.

Blackbeard's treasure.

I knew it.

I knew it. All that work, all that
effort, it's paid off.

All right, Rawl, I'll have your gun.

What? The game is up.

Where's Forrest?

He's gone to meet your friends.

Friends? Yes, the ones you were
signaling to last night.

Oh, sure, the white crosses would help
us find our way out.

But the main idea was to help your
friends get in. Look, I don't know what

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

Simon. He's been planning to double
cross us ever since we left England.

Come on, roll your gun.

Give Mr. Rawley's gun back, man.

Drop that fancy little toothpick.

Where's Forrest?

Tom came a little sleeping, Tadley, and
is kindly taking care of this girl.

You know, Mr. Templer, there's an old
adage about the man who laughs last.

Shall I kill him?

No, no, don't shoot him. I prefer
Blackbeard's methods.

Tom, kill the girl if he tries any
monkey business. Yeah.

Put that gun away and help me. Come on.

All of it gone.

Forever.

Not all of it.

I'd like you to have it.

Oh, no, no, I couldn't.

Jack?

Thank you.

What I've got to say next is better said
in private.

Well, Black Bear had the last laugh
after all. You think so?

Simon! It's all right, you can take
them. They're not booby -trapped.