All language subtitles for the saint S02E03 Judith

Canadiens! Come on, Scott! Get him!

Come on, the Maple Leafs!

Go, boy. Go, go, go. Pass!

Move in there!

During the Stanley Cup play-offs,

ice hockey's the only subject
mentioned in Canada.

Come on, the Maple Leafs!

It's funny how national sports tell
so much about a nation's character.

In England, it's cricket
and let's kill time with a cup of tea.

In America, baseball
and let's kill the umpire.

Attaboy, Scott! Kill him!

As you see in Canada,
it's ice hockey and let's kill everybody.

Kill him!

Catching, isn't it?

- Excuse me, monsieur, the score?
- Maple Leafs leading 3-2.

Come on, there, get in!

- Is something wrong?
- I do not know, monsieur.

Come on, the Maple Leafs!

- You support the wrong team.
- That's a matter of opinion.

Oh, I do not refer to the game.

I refer to you sitting behind Burt
Northwade, the richest man in Montreal.

- It's a pure coincidence, Inspector.
- You know me?

Of course I do. You're
Inspector Henri Lavin, Montreal Police.

And you, monsieur,
are the famous Simon Templar.

That goalie should be shot.

- You're bored, aren't you, Ellen?
- No, I'm cold.

What's new about that?

Come on, Duprez!

Just shoot. Shoot. Shoot!

- Ah.
- Mr Northwade.

Tom, didn't know you were a hockey fan.

The United Motors people are early.
They're at the house.

- Good.
- You're not going through with this?

Come on. We're leaving.

Very interesting, wouldn't you say, Jim?

Yes, very.

Is that all you have to say?

No, I'd go further, Mr Northwade.
I'd say we were definitely impressed.

Gentlemen, I wasn't born yesterday.
I've been in business for 30 years.

I've learned that you big company types
are a pain in the teeth.

Group thinking means you can't decide
on lunch without calling a conference.

- I wouldn't say that.
- This puts United Motors in trouble.

I own it. You want it.
We've established that much. Yes or no?

- Well...
- Yes.

Thanks.

But our design department
is working along similar lines, we...

Don't tell me the facts of life.
I know them.

This is the first cheap gas turbine engine
that can power an automobile

without requiring changes
in body design.

You have the authority
to buy the rights, so let's talk money.

We haven't the authority
to conclude a deal.

- Until our board of directors...
- Stop it.

What's your proposition?

Firstly, United Motors buys the invention
from me for a sum of $4 million.

Secondly, the deal is concluded and
contracts signed in the next three days.

- Oh, I don't think we could...
- Then get out.

- Pardon?
- I can get Dominion Motors' president

just by picking up that phone.

So either cook or turn off the oven.

Mr Northwade, I won't say it's a pleasure
doing business with you but...

it's certainly an experience.

- You don't give us much choice.
- You haven't any.

All right. I'll talk to New York and Detroit
first thing in the morning.

- We'll give you an answer by Tuesday.
- (Burt) Good. Thank you, gentlemen.

It's been very pleasant meeting you.

Yes, I suppose it has.

Well, Ellen, congratulate me. I've clone it.

- Have you?
- $4 million.

- Congratulations.
- Why do you say it like that?

- I've said it. Don't ask me to mean it.
- Look here...

Please don't go through with this.
You can't.

Oh, can't I?

- That turbine isn't yours.
- You're wrong.

You stole it and of all people,
from your own brother.

I have a contract that states that the
rights of his invention are legally mine.

- Legally yes, but morally they're not.
- I'm not interested in morality.

- No. No, you certainly aren't.
- Ellen, do me a favour. Keep out of this.

- I stand idly by while Frank gets taken?
- That's it!

Burt, you can't. Frank is family
and there's Judith and Mary to think of.

Leave Mary out of this. She married him.

Is...is that why you're doing this?

It is, isn't it?

You're still in love with her. You want
to hurt her because she married Frank.

- Don't be ridiculous.
- Burt, look at me.

Are you still in love with Mary?

- No.
- I don't believe you.

At least she produced Judith,
which is more than...

That is a terrible thing to say.

I'm sorry.

I feel sorry for you, Burt.

You still envy Frank.

Envy him! I was a millionaire at 26
while he was still plodding along

teaching physics for $3,500 a year.

You envy him his wife and his daughter.

You wince when people call him
Doctor in front of you.

You envy the way he despises money.

He didn't despise it
when he asked for a loan.

Burt, you're always telling people
to say exactly what they mean.

Well, I'll say it now.

You're a liar and a crook.

You...

Go ahead, if you want to.

I deserve it for living with you.

- Morning, Tom.
- Morning, Mr Northwade.

- Mrs Northwade up yet?
- Yes, she's at church.

We'll start with
the National Timber correspondence.

Let's see...

There's somebody snooping
around the grounds. Come here.

You see?

- He has binoculars.
- Where's Garner?

- In the kitchen.
- Get him. Take one of my shotguns.

I'm sick of newspaper people
trespassing on my property.

We have a legal to shoot, remember.

(Man) Just a minute, you.

- Can you read?
- That's an irrelevant question.

There are "no trespassing" signs.

I wasn't trespassing. I was trying
to drive quietly to St Agathe.

- Some clown backed out of there.
- You're a reporter.

- You're wrong.
- Hold it.

- What's the matter with you?
- Mr Northwade's tired of reporters.

I am not a reporter.

You were trespassing.
Explain it to the police.

If he tries to get away, it's legal to shoot.

Inspector Lavin, I never trespass.
I don't have to. I'm invited everywhere.

Ah, but you were
on the Northwade estate.

I was just passing by.

Why don't you go to the scene of the
accident and look at the skid marks?

I was driving along,
admiring the scenery,

when a car backed up out of nowhere.

- Monsieur, I have for you a high regard.
- Thank you.

But yesterday you sit behind
Monsieur Northwade at the hockey game

and today you have an accident
in front of his house.

That is a coincidence, no?

It's a coincidence, yes, and that's all.

- This other car, did you get the number?
- No.

Oh. Well, it is obvious, of course,
that we have no case against you.

Nevertheless, I should like the
explanation of why you are in Montreal.

Since when does that
require an explanation?

Your case is an exception.

All right. Way out
on St Lawrence Boulevard,

there's a restaurant called Chez Marie.

- Do you know it?
- Of course.

Then you've had her omelettes.

- Quelle délice.
- A gossamer skin of gold.

- Delicate, light.
- Thinly sliced mushrooms.

- A shred of onion.
- A dish for the gods.

That's why I'm here. I was there last
night, I'm going tonight and tomorrow.

You will be kind enough
to give Marie my regards.

- I'll be happy to.
- Of course it will be...difficult.

Difficult? Why?

She moved to Vancouver eight months
ago. The restaurant is closed.

Touché. Au revoir, Inspector.

Au revoir.

Albert.

- Yes, Inspector?
- That man is Simon Templar.

He is up to something. Follow him.
Report his movements.

- Yes, sir.
- And don't lose him.

- Bonjour.
- Bonjour.

- You are following me?
- I am, monsieur.

- Inspector Lavin's orders?
- Oui.

Since you are following me,
you won't mind if I lead the way.

- After you.
- Merci.

- 304, please.
- Ah, yes, Mr Templar.

On the parking lot, I caught the fender
of a Pontiac, licence number 57-162.

- Do you know who it belongs to?
- Yes. I can't remember the lady's name.

But she just went into the bar.

She's wearing a pink blouse
with a black skirt and a kind of a top.

- And she's carrying a long black bag.
- Thank you.

Things would be friendlier
if I knew your name.

- Soustelle, Detective Sergeant.
- I'm going to pick up a girl.

If you promise not to disturb me, you can
have unlimited drinks at my expense.

Monsieur, if everyone
in the world was like you...

Sergeant, be my guest.

No. A Rumhattan.

Je ne comprend pas, mademoiselle.

Erm...you make it with rum
and vermouth.

Je ne parle pas Anglais, mademoiselle.

- Garcon, écoutez.
- Monsieur.

Mademoiselle demand que vous
mélangez trois parties de rum

avec une partie de vermouth
et un soupgon d'angostura.

Mélangez avec beaucoup de glace.

Et servez avec une tranche de citron.

- Alors. Trés vite. Oh, gargon.
- Oui, monsieur.

- Et la méme chose pour moi.
- Merci, monsieur.

- Thank you.
- You're more than welcome.

- I wish I could speak French.
- I wish you could drive.

You aren't the man
I nearly bumped into this morning?

In person. But only just.

- What can I say?
- You could ask me to join you.

Oh, please do.

I'm terribly sorry. Really I am.

That's all right, but would I spoil
our blossoming friendship

if I were to inquire why you were driving
as though you were on a speedway?

- I...l was looking at a house.
- Oh? You in real estate?

- No. Can you keep a secret?
- Try me.

In the words of the trade,
I was casing the joint.

Why?

I want to commit a crime.
As soon as possible.

Be careful.

- You'll help me.
- Why should I?

Because you're Simon Templar.

I make a point of never helping
beautiful ladies commit crimes.

- Until we're formally introduced.
- I'm Judith Northwade.

Burt Northwade is my uncle.

It's his house I want to rob.

So one of the most notorious men in
the world is snooping around my house

and the Montreal police
can't do a thing?

We have no basis
for a charge against him.

- He was trespassing on my property.
- He denies that.

He was snooping on me with binoculars.

- We found none.
- So you assume he hadn't any?

I saw him.
So did my secretary and my chauffeur.

- And you, Mrs Northwade?
- I was at church, Inspector.

Which was very helpful of you.

You're overreacting.
No crime was committed.

- Ellen, keep out of this.
- I'm sorry.

For the moment, let us assume Templar
was snooping around your house.

Have you any idea what
he could be after? Something specific?

- Such as?
- Have you acquired any new paintings?

- No.
- Or Mrs Northwade, new jewellery?

(Burt) No.

Well, we shall do everything
we possibly can to protect you.

He's being followed 24 hours a day.

One of my best men is with him
at this exact moment.

- Cognac, monsieur.
- Merci.

- Merci.
- Monsieur.

To life.

That's the best dinner I've ever had.
How do they do it?

One of the higher mysteries of life.

I'm awfully glad I met you.

So am I.

Now, tell me about your uncle.

Well, he made millions during the war,
under the guise of ardent patriotism.

He's cruel, ruthless and dishonest.

What's more, he's killing my father.

Sorry. It just swept over me.

That's all right.

Dad's professor of engineering
at the University of Toronto.

You couldn't find
two brothers more different.

H OW?

Well, Uncle Burt only wanted money.
Dad never did.

He's just a wonderful, quiet, kind man.
Almost a child outside his work.

They started at the bottom, but my uncle
made money while Dad was at college.

The thing that came between them
was my mother.

- Uncle Burt wanted her too?
- But Dad got her.

- And Uncle Burt was jealous?
- He still is. He hates Dad.

- But Dad's too trusting to see it.
- Go on.

For the last two years, Dad's been
working on a gas turbine engine for cars.

There's a fortune in it, but research was
expensive and Dad ran out of money.

I can see it coming. He went
to Uncle Burt for help. How much?

- $5,000.
- And he put up the turbine as security?

Yes. Plus a paper which says
all rights revert to Uncle Burt forever

unless Dad paid him back
within six months.

- And the time's running out?
- Yes.

Uncle Burt's completing arrangements
to sell it to United Motors.

- Is there no legal way to stop him?
- Possession is nine points of the law.

If I could get hold
of the contract and plans,

Uncle Burt wouldn't have the face
to go to court and publish the terms.

- He'd have to to make a claim.
- So you propose stealing them?

Yes. It's justice,
even if it is against the law.

How does your clad feel about all this?

He's given up.

- I'd like to have met him.
- You can if you want.

He's due in from Toronto tonight
for a university conference.

- Oh? What time?
- His train's due in about ten.

- He should be at the hotel now.
- Waiter!

Our check, please, and the gentleman
over there. Excuse me.

- Enjoy the dinner?
- Ah, Monsieur Templar.

You are too generous. This is the
happiest assignment I have had in years.

I try to please. Now, if it's convenient,
we'd like to leave.

- For where?
- I'm taking the young lady to the hotel.

- If it's all right with you.
- Of course.

Fine. I'll drive slowly so you won't have
any trouble keeping up.

OK?

I know it's none of my business,
but who's your friend?

- A very cordial Montreal cop.
- A cop?

Mm-hm. Don't worry. He's destined
to become my closest friend.

Psst.

Has Dr Frank Northwade of Toronto
registered yet? He's my father.

Yes, Miss Northwade, he's just come in.

- Er...room 907.
- Thank you.

- I beg your pardon, but...
- Don't you trust me?

Of course. It's just that my orders are...

I'm taking the young lady to her room
and I'm not leaving the hotel tonight.

Monsieur Templar, I trust you to the end
of time. Good night and sleep well.

Judith, are you suggesting
you'd commit a robbery?

Why not? If Uncle Burt steals from you,
why can't you steal from him?

You must be out of your mind.

But, Dad, sometimes
you have to fight fire with fire.

- Dr Northwade, have you seen a lawyer?
- Of course.

It's simple. I signed a contract.

What's more,
it's my own personal problem.

- I'll thank you two not to interfere.
- But you didn't read the fine print.

- That's my responsibility.
- It didn't occur his brother is dishonest.

I can handle my own affairs.
I don't want to discuss this.

As an estimate,
what will your brother make out of this?

- That's none of your business.
- About $2 million.

- How dare you?
- I've told him everything else.

Let me make this quite clear.
If either one of you, or you alone, Judith,

make any attempt whatsoever to get
those plans back by dishonest means,

I will inform the police myself.

I have nothing more to say.

Well, that's that.

I suppose he was right. Maybe I wouldn't
have gotten away with it.

- No, I don't think you would.
- I'm sorry. I've wasted your time.

On the contrary. It's one
of the nicest evenings I've ever had.

- Really?
- Mm-hm. I've enjoyed every minute of it.

So have I.

I'm going to enjoy it
even more in a moment.

Oh?

I had a call from CJ
at the crack of dawn.

Mr Wallace,
Mr Northwade's car's outside, sir.

Oh, thank you. Come on, Hal.
Off to the wars.

Yeah.

- Are they American?
- Yes, sir.

Executives with United Motors.
From Detroit.

- Put these in the box for me.
- Yes, sir.

Bonjour, Monsieur Templar.

Bonjour. Did you sleep well?

Except for my heartburn. It is a pity.
French cooking is the envy of the world.

But the moment I indulge,
even moderately, I belch.

- We all have our problems.
- No matter. Where are you going?

We're paying a visit to Burt Northwade.

I cannot permit you to bother Monsieur
Northwade. Inspector Lavin told me...

Well, we can discuss it in my car.

Sergeant, I have been fair with you,
haven't I?

- Very. And generous.
- Your orders were to follow me.

But Inspector Lavin feels that
you are annoying Monsieur Northwade.

- It is my duty to...
- Sergeant, I am only going to talk to him.

I give you my word. Now, there's no law
against that, is there?

- Well, no, monsieur.
- So you'll wait for me like a good fellow?

How can I refuse? I had the best dinner
last night I've had in years.

- There'll be more.
- Monsieur Templar.

I don't care what the Inspector says.

I hope you stay in Montreal
for a long time.

Well, thank you.

But if we agree on the amount,
four six-monthly payments...

The entire payment
must be made within 30 days.

(Butler) Sir, if you don't mind.
Mr MacKinnon.

- What are you doing here?
- I have come to see Mr Northwade.

Impossible.
He's in a business conference.

- I'll have to disturb him.
- No, you don't.

If you don't get your hand off me,
I'll throw you through the roof.

N: Northwade, he 'gust brushed past me.

Well, well,
a conference with United Motors.

- (Simon) Cosy, aren't we?
- Who is this man?

- (MacKinnon) It's Simon Templar.
- Uncle Burt, I am only trying to help.

I want you to sell your brother's turbine
to United Motors just as badly as you do.

- What's that?
- He hasn't told you?

- Told me what?
- It's not important. He knows nothing.

Not important? Your brother Frank
worked two years on this.

- He gave his life's blood to it.
- What's he talking about?

Originally,
the turbine belonged to my brother,

Professor Frank Northwade.

- But he assigned all rights to me.
- I see. How interesting.

- Oh, my goodness.
- It's perfectly legal.

Ah. That's one thing I admire about Burt.
He's always legal.

- A liar and a cheat, but legal.
- Why, you...

- Watch your blood pressure.
- You'd better explain this.

There. Paragraph six. Read it.

Take your time.

"To Uncle Burt, love Judith."
Very beautiful girl, your niece.

What's my niece got to do with this?

Nothing. Nothing at all.

- This certainly seems clear enough.
- Of course it is.

But I'll have to mention it
to our legal department.

There won't be a delay.
I won't stand for it.

Have you ever noticed the shadier
the deal, the faster it has to be?

Templar, I'll have you arrested.

Very vindictive man, Uncle Burt.
Don't worry about the deal. It is legal.

I think.

Morally, of course, Uncle Burt
is cheating his brother out of a fortune.

- What?
- Now, I never hit an older man.

But with you, I could make an exception.

Very clever man, our Burt.
Big war profiteer.

Then there was a little transaction
a few years back.

- What was that?
- Don't worry, gentlemen.

There was nothing illegal about it.

Mind you, his partner shot himself.

Well, I'll leave you.

Good luck with the deal. You'll need it.

(Phone)

Inspector Lavin.

I thought you told me
Templar was being followed.

He burst into my house, interrupted a
business conference and slandered me.

- I'm sorry.
- 'What's the good of being sorry?'

Your job is to protect citizens.

If you can't do it,
we'll find somebody who will.

'Yes, Mr Northwade.'

(Soustelle laughs) That's most amusing.

Inspector, how are you?

- You fool. You imbecile.
- Inspector.

Your orders were
not to let him out of your sight.

The Sergeant has been with me
all the time.

Keep quiet. He went to Northwade's
house under your nose.

- But of course. I went with him.
- You what?

We just returned this moment.

- You actually went with him?
- Your instructions were...

He insults the richest man in Montreal
with your permission?

Well, no. I mean...

The Sergeant waited for me
outside in my car.

Templar, I want you out of Montreal in
24 hours, otherwise I'll put you in jail.

- On what charge?
- I don't know, but I'll think of one.

Let him out of your sight for one minute
and I'll jail you with him.

- Mon Dieu.
- I'm sorry about that, Sergeant.

Now, you see,
I must do as the Inspector says.

Of course.
I'm going up to my room for a while.

Mrs Northwade.

Mr Templar, I've never been
disloyal to my husband in my life.

However, what he's doing to his brother
is so wrong, I have to stop it.

He keeps the plans and the contract
in a safe in his study.

Yes, I know.

I, er...also keep my jewellery there.

There's only one way
Templar could become involved in this.

- He's working for your brother.
- He has to be.

Since he's leaving tomorrow,
he'll try to get the plans tonight.

- We'll be waiting for him.
- We certainly will.

Get me three night watchmen.

- Tough ones. They'll guard the grounds.
- Right.

You, Garner and I will handle
the inside of the house.

- Ever used one of these, Garner?
- No, sir.

Point it in the right direction
and pull the trigger.

You know, I hope he tries it.

You do? Why?

If I find a prowler in my house,
I have a legal right to shoot first

and ask questions later.

Bon santé, mademoiselle.

All right, Marie?

- Monsieur.
- Keep the change.

- Merci bien.
- Are you sure you won't have one?

No thanks.
I was so nervous I couldn't eat dinner.

- Burglars should work on a full stomach.
- I can't believe you're doing this for me.

Why don't you stop worrying?
It's my burglary now.

It's 11 o'clock. At half past, you'll be
sitting in my car in the parking lot.

All right.

How are you going to get rid of him?

Easy. Watch.

Sergeant, I'm going to turn in now.
You can go home to bed.

Good night, monsieur.
Thank you for the dinner.

- Not so good as last night, but delicious.
- You're welcome.

- Good night, mademoiselle.
- Good night.

He is dangerous.
Use your guns if you have to.

- Yes, sir.
- Take your positions.

- Still here?
- Always on duty.

I'm sorry to put you to all this trouble.

My instructions are to remain here.

There's no law against you having
a nightcap with me?

- Well...
- I have some excellent brandy.

In that case...

It's on there. Help yourself.
I have to make a phone call.

Operator, give me long distance.
I'd like to speak to Operator 20.

- It's empty?
- Oui, monsieur.

You'll find more in the closet.
Would you mind?

Yes, I'll hold.

You'll find it at the back,
behind my luggage.

Hey! Templar! Let me out of here!

(Banging)

You're not being fair!

Hello? Long distance? I was calling the
police. It doesn't matter. I've got them.

- I'll arrest you. You'll go to jail.
- I'm sure I will.

But not tonight.

Nervous?

- Yes, terrified.
- You shouldn't be.

I still don't know why
you're doing this.

It's a game after my own heart.

Besides, I've had ideas
about Northwade for some time.

- But you could get into a lot of trouble.
- Only if I'm caught.

Don't worry. I won't be.

Well, this is it.

Simon, please be careful.

It's midnight. If I'm not back
in 20 minutes, you beat it.

Whatever you say. Simon?

Mm?

Who's that?

It's OK.

- Well, Uncle Burt in person.
- Get your hands up.

- Keep him covered.
- Yes, sir.

Now, put that envelope back in the safe.

Caught you in the act. Breaking
and entering with intent to steal.

We'll see if you can talk your way
out of this one.

- Get him! Don't let him get...
- (Gunshot)

Hold it.

You've got them.

- Right here.
- Oh, I can't believe it.

Mrs Northwade helped.

- They're gone.
- But we saw him put them back.

I don't understand it.
He wasn't in here three minutes.

Even for an expert, breaking open
that safe would take ten minutes.

He had a key.

What...what did you say?

He had a key. I gave him mine.

- You what?
- Yes. I also turned off the lights.

Get out.

- You helped a man steal from me.
- No.

- The plans weren't yours.
- I have news for you.

- I'll have them back by tomorrow.
- No, Burt.

By tomorrow Frank will have them back.
Mr Templar's seeing to that.

It's one of those things where
possession is nine points of the law.

- Frank signed a contract.
- Sue him.

Go to court. Reveal the terms
of that outrageous contract.

You'll get a medal for it.

The meanest man in Montreal.

You'll be laughed out of the country.

You won't get far with Mr Templar either.

- He didn't break in. Not legally.
- Just how do you figure that?

This house is in my name. Remember?

To avoid a state tax?

I invited Mr Templar
to come here tonight.

Though he didn't come through
the door, I don't think that matters.

I left a window open for him at the back.

I'm afraid there's not much you can do.
I'm sorry.

Ellen, why?

Believe it or not, Burt,
I'd like to rediscover the man I married.

It just happens that...l love you.

- I feel like I was floating on air.
- Maybe you are.

- I can't believe you got away with it.
- Didn't I promise I would?

- Yes, you're wonderful.
- What's that up ahead?

Only a policeman or a maniac
would park like that.

- There's nobody in it.
- I was afraid you'd go right into him.

- Why?
- This is as far as I go, Simon.

- I'll have those plans, please.
- My, my. Life is full of surprises.

I was Dr Northwade's secretary
in Toronto, so I knew the set-up.

The real Judith Northwade
is in Switzerland, skiing.

Good for her.

- Isn't that rather foolish?
- No. They were the keys from your car.

Oh. Well, how do I get home?

You can look for them when it's daylight.

- And you?
- There's no patent on this.

Finders, keepers. We've had a big offer
from an English company.

- Come on, Judy.
- All right.

Arthur and I have been
working on this for weeks.

We'd have done it by ourselves
if I hadn't met you.

I was sheer inspiration.

Nothing like having
an expert on your side.

- Congratulations.
- I'm sorry it had to turn out like this.

- I liked you.
- Past tense?

- I still like you. I guess I always will.
- The feeling's mutual.

Goodbye, Simon.

We did it.

- We pulled it off.
- Yes.

- I never thought it would be that easy.
- Neither did I.

In fact, you know, it was too easy.

- Blank paper!
- What?

There's nothing.

(Knocking)

Come in.

You dirty, cheap, rotten lowlife!
Where are they?

- Where are what?
- The plans.

Oh, the plans.
If you let me up, I'll tell you.

I mailed them to the real Dr Northwade
tonight in Toronto.

The fake ones I made up for you.
You can keep them.

What do you mean
the real Dr Northwade?

I spoke to him a little while ago.
He's going to send Uncle Burt $5,000.

He said you were an excellent secretary.

- He couldn't think why you resigned.
- How did you find out?

There's a photograph of Judith
on Uncle Burt's desk. It wasn't you.

And you let me go on believing.
Why, you...

Don't be sore. You're not cut out
for this sort of thing. Admit it.

What sort of thing would you say
I was cut out for?

Well, now, if we were alone,
I'd be delighted to tell you.

Unfortunately, we have company.

(Snores)

Your sergeant friend. I don't think
the Inspector will be pleased.

Neither do I. I'd better wake him up,
the Inspector will be here in ten minutes.

- It gives you time to get out of town.
- Would you advise me to?

Very strongly.

Pity.

- Perhaps we'll meet again sometime.
- Maybe.