All language subtitles for The Saint s02e10 The Rough Diamonds.eng

An industrial diamond. Uncut.

It's funny how a small deposit of carbon
born under pressure in the earth

ends up being one of the most valuable
substances known to man...

Of woman.

It's just not true that diamonds
are a girl's best friend.

They're also industry's,
vital to many manufacturing processes,

because they're strong
and tough and hard.

Like the men who deal in them.

Now I feel I can face our English climate.

- Glad to be back?
- Oh, yes.

If it wasn't for my business,
I'd never go back to Africa.

However, one of these days, I shall retire,
probably in Piccadilly Circus.

- I'm a gregarious man, I'm afraid.
- You're also a very generous one.

- Oh, nonsense.
- You are, you know.

No-one else would invite me to share

a first-class compartment
reserved for himself.

I'm afraid my hospitality
had an ulterior motive.

Travelling with �100,000 worth of
diamonds is much less nerve-racking

in the company of the famous
Simon Templar.

- Your cigarettes, Mr Uttershaw.
- Thank you.

We'll be landing at Gatwick
in 30 minutes.

- Has the captain radioed Customs?
- There'll be clearance for your shipment.

Good. Thank you.

Oh, that'll be a load off my mind.

In spite of all the security measures,
I'm always just a bit nervous.

Especially with a shipment this large.

- Surely it's insured.
- That's not the point.

I've got delivery commitments.

These are top-grade stones
used for wiredrawing dies.

- A dozen firms are waiting.
- You take them to London?

Heavens, no. Our distributors, Ourley
Linnet, take them over at Gatwick.

They'll meet me with an armoured van.

- We're two minutes behind schedule.
- Relax.

Take 15 minutes
for those diamonds to clear Customs.

Absolute punctuality
is an essential factor...

Johnny, don't quote me the rule book.

I've been on this job ten years.

Anyway, we're travelling empty.

Sorry.

Since you've got a wife and kids,
you've become a worrier.

I tell you, it's a lesson for us all.

Detour for Gatwick.

- But why?
- Because they've torn up the road.

National pastime in this country.

- Blimey, an accident.
- Don't stop.

We're riding empty, remember?

Under no circumstances
should a driver assist pedestrians.

So how do we get past? Sprout wings?

- Could be a fake.
- No, somebody's been hurt.

I'll take this, just to be on the safe side.

He swerved right in front.
I couldn't help it.

It's all right, Jackson. It wasn't your fault.

An accident. This man was...

Oh, that's just a precaution, sir. We're
an armoured security van. Can I help?

This man appeared out of nowhere
right in front of my car.

- It was unavoidable.
- Well, let's have a look.

- I think he needs a doctor.
- He's not dead, is he?

No, sir. My mate can radio headquarters
to get some help.

Your friend says you can help us.
That man is very badly injured.

I'll try to get through to headquarters
but we'll be out of range.

Put that down and get out.

- But we're empty.
- Get out. Hands up.

Up.

Over there. Get over!

Get their uniforms. Get changed.

- We're organised for this.
- So are we.

There's a third man in the van.

- So far, so good, eh?
- So it should be.

We've been over it a hundred times.
At the airport, remember.

Play it cool. If anything goes wrong,
you don't know anything.

- All right?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- And put that out.
- You what?

Security cops don't smoke. Put it out.

Yeah, yeah.

Industrial diamonds. You'd think
they'd look prettier for �100,000.

Yes, you would, wouldn't you?

Thank you, Mr Uttershaw.

- Your receipt, sir.
- Oh, thank you.

Continental Armoured Security.

Consignment of diamonds
for Ourley Linnet.

- (Sighing)
- All finished?

Yes. It's their baby now.
Come on. Let's have a drink.

- All set?
- Yes, sir.

They're all yours.

What did I tell you? Like clockwork.
We ditch the van and the uniforms

and Ricco picks us up
in three and a half minutes.

And the Ourley Linnet Company
will appreciate your instructions

for the delivery of this consignment.

Erm... Yours etc, etc.

(Buzzer)

- Yes, Barbara?
- 'There's a call for you, Mr Linnet.'

- 'The gentleman won't give his name.'
- Oh, all right. Put him on, will you?

Linnet here.

Good.

But don't call me here again.

Thank you.

- Milton. What's wrong?
- The Uttershaw diamond shipment.

- What about it?
- Stolen. Gone.

- What?
- The armoured car company phoned.

A gang waylaid the van,
got the shipment.

But... but how? What happened?

Is there a problem
with the insurance?

Of course not. The policies
are completely in order.

Thank goodness.

Did you...get any details?

No. Only that the diamonds are gone
and the two guards are dead.

No, Inspector, sorry.

It looks as if they've no previous record.

Of course, we did only get
the most cursory look at them.

We saw the diamonds safely into
Customs then went to the bar.

- Any news of the van yet?
- It was found in a wood near the airport.

- Fingerprints?
- They match nothing on file.

- Then it might be the work of amateurs.
- I wouldn't say that.

They knew all about the movements
of the van. It looks like an inside job.

- What do you think, Mr Uttershaw?
- I've no idea.

- Who knew about the shipment?
- Our distributors, Ourley Linnet.

The airline company,
the security service.

- That's all.
- And the insurance, of course.

And you.

I may have been on the plane but I
assure you I had nothing to do with this.

A state of affairs
which will continue indefinitely, I hope.

Now, Simon, why on earth
should you become involved?

Because you're my friend
and two men have been murdered.

The police will do all they can,
won't they?

Police? The number of crimes committed
compared with those solved is terrifying.

In the last two years, there have been 15
robberies the police don't know about.

Well, of course, I'd be only too delighted
if you'd help.

OK. Suppose we start
with the Ourley Linnet company.

Couldn't be better. I'm going along
to theirs tonight. Why don't you come?

- You think they'd mind?
- Do you dance?

- Hm?
- Do you dance?

- Of course.
- Then Tina Ourley will adore you.

Step, step, hip, hip-

Step, step, hip, hip-

Step, step, hip, hip-

- That's fine.
- That's better than the twist.

The twist is out. Finished.

- It's lovely. Play it again.
- Tina, it's half past five.

- You promised you'd stay for drinks.
- All right. I have a date later.

- Who with?
- A friend.

- A woman.
- You're my employer, not my keeper.

You are cruel, you really are.

- You simply don't relate to anyone.
- I don't have to.

You actually think you're completely
self-sufficient, don't you?

I know I am. That's why it annoys me
when you try to run my life.

I pay you enough.

- If I'm not worth it, just say.
- I didn't mean it. Sorry.

- You say it often enough.
- It was cruel and unkind and I'm sorry.

Oh, George, darling. Don't be cross.

(Door closes)

That sounds like Milton.

Yes, there's always Milton, isn't there?

- Milton, darling.
- Hello, Mr Ourley.

- I thought you'd have left by now.
- Tina invited me to stay for a drink.

Make me one too.

What's wrong, Milton?
ls there anything the matter?

Quite a lot. Not that you'd be interested.
Did Uttershaw phone?

- Yes. He's coming later with a friend.
- George can wait. He's younger.

Must you be unpleasant
the moment you come in?

It's my house
and I feel like being unpleasant.

Take no notice. He's in one of his moods.

At the risk of being too dreadfully boring,

I might tell you
that I was robbed of �100,000 today.

- What?
- The Uttershaw diamond shipment.

- Milton!
- The van was hijacked near Gatwick.

- Surely the shipment was insured.
- Of course it was. That's not the point.

What other point is there
if you haven't lost money?

- The two guards were killed.
- Killed?

- Shot.
- Mr Ourley, I am sorry.

- How dreadful.
- How dreadful? Is that all you can say?

Well, what do you expect me to say?

Don't let my petty business problems
interfere with your dance lesson.

Relax.

Two men have been killed.
All you can do is offer me a drink.

Yeah. Take it.

Take it.

What happened was, er, unfortunate,
but unavoidable.

Ricco, my cooperation with you
didn't include murder.

In fact, I wash my hands of the whole
thing. I want nothing more to do with it.

You made a deal. You'll see it through.

I won't. The deal went out of the window
when you killed those two guards.

Linnet, you're frightened. I understand.

But nobody knows you're involved
and nobody ever will.

All you have to do is get rid
of those diamonds gradually,

over a period of time,
say two, three months.

As a partner in Ourley Linnet,
you're taking no risk whatever.

No.

Force me to and I'll go to the police.

I'll admit my part in the planning.
You'll be charged with murder.

Don't you forget it.

Don't try and shove me around,
I won't stand for it.

What happens now, Ricco?

You didn't answer his question, Ricco.
What happens if he does go the police?

Linnet isn't going anywhere.

- Alan, darling.
- Tina, my dear. How are you?

May I present Mr Simon Templar?
Mrs Milton Ourley.

- Nice to meet you.
- How do you do? The Simon Templar?

- I'm afraid so.
- How thrilling!

I've heard so much about you.

- George Stanton.
- Mr Stanton.

- Let me get you a drink.
- Thank you. Whisky and water, if I may.

- Alan?
- The same for me, please.

Tina, where's Milton?

On the library phone.
Has been since he got in.

Police, insurance. It's dreadful.
Those two men killed.

Dreadful is Tina's favourite word.

- Hello, Alan.
- Oh, hello, Milton.

- Just the man I wanted to see.
- I want you to meet a friend.

- Mr Simon Templar.
- How do you do?

Simon was with me
when I delivered the diamonds.

He feels he might be able to help us.

Really, Alan.
This is not a job for amateurs.

- Mr Templar is hardly an amateur.
- Hardly.

- All right. Let's have your theories.
- I don't have any. Not yet.

- All I'm after is information.
- Why? So you can cash in on it?

- Really, Milton.
- Considering my reputation,

the question's not out of order.

Of course it isn't. Besides, the police
are in charge of the case.

Milton, Mr Templar thinks
this is an inside job.

- What's that mean?
- Who else knew about this shipment?

- Myself and my partner Gabriel Linnet.
- Nobody else?

Excepting my wife.

And did you discuss it with anybody?

I never discuss my husband's business
with anybody.

Who was in charge
of the security arrangements?

- Linnet handles that.
- Where can I reach him?

Templar, this is
a complete waste of time.

Alan, can't we go the library
to discuss another shipment?

- I've got delivery dates to meet.
- If you really think this is the moment.

I do think this is the moment.

Excuse us, everybody.

Can I freshen your drink, Mr Templar?

- Yes, thank you.
- Oh, George. We're out of ice.

Be a darling. Get some from the kitchen.

All right.

My husband isn't usually as rude
as this. He's very upset today.

I quite understand.

As a rule,
he's a very kind and generous man.

I can see.

- They're real, if you were wondering.
- Oh, I wasn't.

You're pretty sure of yourself,
aren't you?

- Aren't you?
- No.

I lead a very lonely life. Milton
thinks of nothing except his work.

- And what do you think of?
- Guess.

I don't have to.

I suppose hundreds of women have told
you how very handsome you are.

Or does that embarrass you?

I haven't been embarrassed
since I was 15 years old.

Why don't you telephone me?

Well, there is one question
you could answer right now.

- Yes?
- Your husband's partner, Gabriel Linnet.

- Where does he live?
- 107 Bentley Square.

And I would further state that while I was
involved in the planning of the robbery,

I at no time foresaw or countenanced

this brutal killing of two innocent men.

You're wasting your time.

My, my. Life's full of surprises.

- Are you a friend of Mr Linnet's?
- I'm his secretary.

Oh. Business this time of the night?

He telephoned me about an hour ago.
He had something he wanted me to type,

something that couldn't wait till morning.

- Now there's nobody in.
- So, like a dutiful secretary, you wait.

- 20 minutes.
- I wouldn't make you wait for me.

- Wouldn't you?
- Never.

Perhaps we could discuss that
over dinner.

- Why, are you hungry?
- Starving.

Yes, well, you wait five minutes and
I'll buy you the best dinner I can find.

Where are you going?

Kicking the door in might be noisy.

- You mean you're going to break in?
- I mean exactly that. Don't go away.

It's open.

Inside.

We've met before.
Customs, Gatwick Airport.

(Door buzzer)

Oh, Inspector.

- What are you doing here?
- I might ask you the same question.

You probably will.
What you're looking for is in there.

I'm afraid he's dead.

- Who is he?
- Name's Linnet.

Yes, he lives here.

Can you explain this?

Linnet was involved in the robbery.
Somebody didn't want me to talk to him.

- Badly enough to kill him.
- And planted this?

- Yes. It's not exactly a Picasso, is it?
- Search the rest of the house.

Right, sir.

All right. Talk.

I got here a few minutes ago.
There was a girl on the porch.

She said she was Linnet's secretary.

What girl?

- She seems to have left.
- Yes, she does.

- I suppose you had a phone call.
- Yes.

- Man or woman?
- Man.

- Get his name?
- No.

- You spoke to him yourself?
- He asked for me.

- Why?
- People do sometimes.

What did he say?

He was passing Linnet's house,
heard a fight, then a man scream.

Through the window,
he saw you struggling with someone.

He said he recognised you
from your pictures.

I shouldn't have underestimated
your public.

A man knows whose house
he's passing in Bentley Square,

recognises me through the window
with his cat-like eyes.

What does he do, stop the first
policeman? No. Does he call 999?

He doesn't do any of these things.
He calls Scotland Yard

and asks to speak to you personally.

Just the same, I'm here,
Linnet's dead, and you're here too.

I told you I wanted to talk to him.

Well, what are your ideas?

I don't have any,
but I can tell you who has.

One of the characters
who hijacked the van today.

He's locked in the kitchen.

Why didn't you tell me in the first place?

You didn't ask me.

Well, where is he?

He was in the cupboard
five minutes ago.

- Was he?
- Nobody else in the house.

There certainly isn't.

I swear to you. Five minutes ago
I locked a man in that cupboard.

He has a friend. Someone let him out.

You're full of surprises.
The girl on the porch who doesn't exist,

the man in a closet who doesn't exist.

- No girl, no man...
- (Both) No alibi.

I'm sorry.
You'll have to come down to the Yard.

Are you sure you're quite happy
about your story?

Not blissfully, I'll admit, but it's the truth.

Don't be too much in a hurry to make
a spectacle of yourself in court.

You'll make the spectacle with this yarn.

You know I had nothing
to do with Linnet's death.

(Telephone)

Yes. Who?

Involved? How?

All right.

Four people knew
I was going to see Linnet.

One of them
didn't want me to talk to him. Why?

How much did Linnet know?
Who was afraid he would talk?

- (Knock on door)
- Come in.

- Miss Barbara Sinclair, sir.
- Well, the vanishing secretary.

- This is the girl?
- I'm sorry I ran out on you.

- Why did you?
- I was frightened.

He said he was going
to break through the back door.

- I saw a police car so I turned and ran.
- Where to?

Around the corner. I thought things over.

When I saw him with you,
I thought I'd better...

All right. Get her statement.

Mr Linnet was so considerate, so gentle.

- How long did you work for him?
- Three years.

I just can't get it through my head.
How could anybody do such a thing?

That's what I intend to find out.

How much do you think he knows?

We'd better find out.

Come in.

I'm afraid the flat's in a bit of a mess.

When Mr Linnet phoned me, he sounded
so insistent, I went straight round.

It's charming.

- Do you like it?
- Very attractive.

And you're wondering how I can afford it.

- I wasn't wondering anything.
- I have a private income.

- My father died...
- You don't have to explain.

But I want to.

I've known a lot of men
in my time, Simon.

Oh, don't get me wrong.

I am capable of loyalty.

- And other things?
- Yes.

Such as concealing information?

I've told you everything I know, Simon.

Mr Linnet was a bachelor.
He lived very quietly.

I never saw him socially, ever.

And weren't you surprised
when he telephoned?

Very.

But he said that it was urgent and
couldn't possibly wait until the morning.

- And that's all?
- Well, yes. No details.

Why don't we cut out the interrogation,
hmm?

Sit down, make ourselves comfortable.

(Screams)

(Yells)

Unfortunately,
I couldn't get anything from him.

By the time I got downstairs,
he was dead. The fall had killed him.

He was one of the armoured van drivers.

Good Lord. Who was he?

He was Ned Walsh.
Lived in Battersea, no police record.

Well, at least we got one of them.

By sheer luck. It doesn't get us nearer
finding out who's behind this operation.

Have you got any ideas?

Try this. When I was at Ourley's house,
I said I wanted to speak to Linnet.

Three people heard me. Ourley, his wife
and whatshisname, the boyfriend.

- George Stanton.
- Yes.

Supposing one of these three decided
my talking to Linnet was dangerous.

They could have had him silenced

by the simple expedience of a phone call
to this Walsh character.

- More coffee?
- Thank you.

When you went into the library
with Ourley, what happened?

We discussed a new diamond shipment.
He has delivery dates to meet.

- How long were you with him?
- About 20 minutes, I suppose.

- Did he leave the room?
- As a matter of fact, he did.

- He got papers from his briefcase.
- How long was he gone?

About two minutes, I suppose.
Possibly three.

- Where was the briefcase?
- In the hall, I believe.

- Three minutes is a long time, isn't it?
- I really don't know.

There was a phone in the hall. It's
possible Ourley made the call to Walsh

ordering Linnet's execution.

What? You can't be serious.

Why not?

Because Milton's such a dull,
unimaginative sort of man.

To think of him as some kind of criminal
mastermind strikes me as ludicrous.

Masterminds, as you call them, don't go
around with illuminated foreheads.

Well, I suppose it's always just possible.

How much do you know about Ourley?

Well,
I've always found him decent enough.

And I've done business with him now
for a number of years.

However, I gather that
some of his financial manipulations

are what you might call...complicated.

He keeps most of his holdings
in his wife's name.

Really?

Then Tina holds the purse strings.

- Legally, I imagine she does, yes.
- And she's cosy with young Mr Stanton.

Oh, Tina's always
got somebody on a string.

Either it's dancing or musical
appreciation or cell therapy.

They're always the same.
Much younger and too good-looking.

I'm going to throw a scare into the
Ourley house and see what happens.

How dare you accuse me
of being involved in a crime like this!

Mr Ourley, if you have nothing to hide,

why do you react so violently
to answering a few simple questions?

Very well, then. Go ahead.

You recall the night I was at your house.
You had a conference with Uttershaw.

- Yes.
- You left the library for a few minutes.

I went to get some documents
from my briefcase.

You didn't make a phone call
to a character named Ned Walsh?

I don't know a character named Ned
Walsh and I did not make a phone call.

It's true you're Linnet's sole heir, isn't it?

Yes. He was an employee of mine
for many years.

Since he had no family, we agreed his
interest would revert to me on his death.

It's not an unusual arrangement.

But all the same, his death
did turn you in a neat profit.

- Get out of my office.
- It's a cosy arrangement.

You get back half your business
and collect all the insurance.

- I'll have you thrown out!
- And who knows?

Perhaps you even have the diamonds
to dispose of over a period of months.

Repeat that in front of a witness
and I'll sue you for slander.

Ourley, I intend to repeat it in front
of a witness, possibly the police.

And most certainly your wife.

Mrs Ourley. Thank you.

Mrs Ourley, I am being blunt because
two men were killed in that robbery.

And because someone in this house
didn't want me to speak to Gabriel.

And you think that Milton was involved.

Yes, I do. What do you think?

- He hated Linnet.
- Why?

Jealousy, mostly.
Linnet was a very cultured man.

He knew a lot about
music, art, that sort of thing.

It made Milton feel inferior,
which of course he is.

It's no use trying to hide
how I feel about him.

I dominate a man who I despise
for letting himself be dominated.

- Do you understand?
- Precisely.

- If only I could meet someone who -
- What about George?

George is a dancer.
I'm looking for a man.

Mrs Ourley, you've been married
for many years.

Is your husband capable
of killing Linnet?

Milton is capable of anything.

Deceit, treachery, even murder perhaps.

We have nothing in common any more.

I know he's involved
with another woman.

- Do you know who?
- I'm not interested.

- Could it be Barbara Sinclair?
- Could be almost anyone.

Sorry I'm late, Tina.
Oh, am I interrupting something?

Not at all. I was just leaving.

- Thank you, Mrs Ourley.
- Goodbye, Mr Templar. Come again.

I will. Stanton.

What did he want?

Information.

I've got tickets for the ballet
on Wednesday.

They were difficult to get but I managed.

- I can't make it.
- Why not?

I'm going to Cannes on Monday.

- Cannes?
- I didn't say before. It wasn't settled.

And who's paying your way, my darling?

Now that, my dear,
is no business of yours.

- Who is she?
- Come on. Don't start wielding the whip.

I told you before. You're not my keeper.

I've just had a very interesting thought.

Really?

I did tell you about that diamond
shipment. You were very curious.

- Asked me a lot of questions.
- What are you getting at?

You weren't at home on the day
of the robbery. I phoned a dozen times.

- Where were you?
- Don't be absurd.

What's absurd about it? You live off
people, "on your wits", as you call it.

If I talk to the police, they might just
hold you for questioning.

And then Cannes would have
to do without you, my darling.

- Simon.
- Hello, Barbara.

- How did you get in here?
- I flew through the window.

What right have you
to break into my flat?

Call the police. Charge me
with breaking and entering.

The point is... Oh, what's that?

That?

That, my dear girl,
is �100,000 worth of diamonds.

What are you talking about?

Cut out the act. I'm giving you a lot more
breaks than the rules demand.

I never was a nut on legal technicalities

but I believe you're what they call
a technical accessory

to robbery and murder.

Those diamonds were in that suitcase.

And that suitcase was in this closet.

Along with these.

Who do they belong to?

Gabriel Linnet.

- Linnet?
- Yes.

You mean, he fur-lined this little nest?

- Yes.
- Why didn't you say so before?

I didn't see any point in it with him dead.
I loved him very much.

- We planned to be married.
- What about the suitcase?

He left it with me the clay he was killed.

He said he had to go to Paris that
evening and didn't want to go home first.

- Why didn't he leave it in the office?
- He wanted a shower.

- You're lying.
- I'm not.

All I've got to do
is call the inspector in charge

and you'll be taken into what they
charmingly refer to as custody.

Go ahead, but I'm telling you the truth.

Gabriel said the suitcase
was full of clothes. I believed him.

How the diamonds got in there I've no
idea, but take them to the police.

I don't care what you do.
But just keep me out of it.

I've had just about as much as I can take
these last few days.

Barbara, if you're really on the level,
you'd better get out of here.

- Why?
- Linnet had some tough playmates.

- He's not around to protect you now.
- That's nonsense.

- How do you know?
- Well, I mean...

They're on your trail right now.

Come on. I'd rather not have
our next conversation in a morgue.

- Where?
- I'll tell you on the way.

Now, Barbara, get this straight.

If you're not involved in this,
you should cooperate with the police.

I know nothing
about the robbery of the diamonds.

- Linnet never said a word?
- Never.

You've lost them.

Not yet.

(Horn blares)

Barbara, I want you
to go to my flat and wait.

Don't let anyone in except me,
understand?

(Phone)

Ah, Ricco Borretti. I knew somebody
would come but I didn't expect you.

I heard you were mixed up in this.

- Who from?
- Word gets around.

Why don't you get around?
Get your hands up.

Ah. You must have been pretty
unpleasant when you were a child.

You'll soon find out
how unpleasant I was.

All right, turn around. We're going
to have a little chat, you and I.

I was expecting somebody.

I thought it would be someone
more important.

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

Now, Ricco,
I want some information fast.

- Who's the man behind all this?
- I don't know.

- (Gunshot)
- I'm not joking, Ricco.

I'm prepared to deliver you
to Scotland Yard in a bucket.

Did you kill Linnet?

- Yeah.
- Where does Barbara fit in?

- She was Linnet's girlfriend.
- Go on.

(Ricco) The robbery was Linnet's idea.
He left the planning to us.

- Just who exactly is us?
- Ned Walsh and me.

You're lying. You don't have the brains.

Who masterminded this whole affair?

Drop it. Drop it.

Well, Ricco. I've got a feeling
the police are going to enjoy you.

I wondered what had happened to you.

I ran into a couple of your friends.

- Oh? VVhO?
' Why don't YOU guess?

- You know, it's a great pity, Barbara.
- What is?

That in a world so much in need of love,
yours has to be so misplaced.

Why don't you tell me his name?

You know I can't.

It took a lot of figuring out.
For a few minutes, I even suspected you.

Oh, I don't mean that you personally
killed Linnet.

But I thought you might be the
organising mind behind this operation.

Now I realise you didn't have the brains.

I even suspected Tina Ourley.

Now, come on, Barbara. Who was it?

Who set you up in that fancy tenement?

Everything you keep back is literally
letting him get away with murder.

You're wasting your time, Simon.

- You love him that much?
- He's the kindest man I've ever known.

When I first met him, I was nothing.
Practically starving.

He was very good to me.

I can't let him be hunted and killed.
Even a fox gets a head start.

Well, you're giving him one.

- Yes.
- Barbara, I feel sorry for you. I really do.

- He's a thief and a killer.
- He's not. He's never hurt anybody.

Not personally, maybe.

He doesn't have to.

His type never pulls the trigger
or puts a rope around a man's neck.

- They hire others to do it for them.
- Oh, I won't listen!

Two guards were shot.
They had families.

To you, they're just
names in a newspaper.

- Oh, no!
- Two guards and Linnet dead!

Just because
your big-hearted glamour boy

hired a couple of cannons
to do his dirty work.

Can't you see
you're shielding a murderer?

I am not shielding him,
but I'll never help convict him.

I love him. Simon, I love him.

Well, I don't think a jury
will give two hoots about that.

At a rough guess,
I'd say you'll get ten years.

Perhaps. But I'll never testify
against him.

- OK. So he gets off.
- I hope he does.

You're out of your mind.

I suppose I am.

All right, Barbara. I sincerely hoped
that I could make you see the light.

But you don't want to see it. That's fine
by me. You don't smoke, do you?

No, thank you.

Well, in that case...

this can't be yours, can it?

Alan, come on in.

I underestimated you, Simon.
That was silly of me.

Very.

Oh, dear.

I do hope this isn't going to be
a disagreeable conversation.

By all means, let's keep things
urbane and sophisticated.

I'd much prefer it that way.

Quite an idea. You arrange with Linnet
to hijack your own shipment.

You collect the insurance and still have
the diamonds to sell at the market value.

Yes. May I ask where they are now?

Oh, the police have them.
Along with Ricco Borretti and Joe.

I see.

And you really believe I'm in trouble?

DOM you?

I see no problems that a good lawyer
won't be able to solve.

There's no evidence
to link me with the deal.

I see. Ricco and Joe take the rap.

They hijacked the van, they shot
the guards. Ricco killed Linnet.

I was nowhere near either killing.

- See what I mean?
- I can't help it.

My dear, your love and loyalty
are deeply touching.

- May I?
- Be my guest.

However, the only people who can really
make the situation awkward for me

are you two.

Alan, you don't mean it!
He won't do it, I know he won't do it!

- Very sophisticated.
- Templar!

When a policeman recovers
�100,000 worth of diamonds,

he gets a pat on the head.

- You get a reward.
- You're not jealous?

10% from a happy insurance company.

I must admit, it'll come in very handy.

The first clean entry
in your bank balance for years.

Inspector, you know those guards
had wives and families.

So that's what crooks do
with honest money.

- How's Barbara holding up?
- She'll make a good witness.

She's certainly lost her incentive to lie.

It's a funny thing how love could make
a girl like Barbara Sinclair lie

for a worthless man, risk even prison.

Please get out of here
before you make me cry.

That'll be the day. Ooh, I nearly forgot.

- What's this?
- Some peppermints.

Your share of the reward.

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