All language subtitles for the saint S05E07 The Angels Eye

The stately homes of England.

Marvellous relics of a grandeur
that is past but not forgotten.

Cranmore House,
with quarters for 31 servants,

40 bedrooms, 60 fireplaces,

25,000 acres;

given to the 1st Lord Cranmore
by Henry VIII.

Now available for all to see,

at a modest price.

The last picture in the group
is Watteau's La Fete Champetre,

where he feasted himself among
the cascades and rose bowers.

And now we'll move on

to the most famous item
in Lord Cranmore's collection.

It was originally part of
the Russian Imperial Crown Jewels

and was purchased for the collection
by Lord Cranmore's grandfather.

It's one of the most famous diamonds
in the world.

A 125-carat stone,

known as the Angel's Eye.

�200,000.

Half a million bucks!

My dear fellow, frightfully good of
you to come down.Mypleasure,sir.

The man with Lord Cranmore.
Recognise him?

Look, Simon, there is something
terribly urgent I want you to do for me.

But what's he doing here?

Well, maybe he knows
we're gonna try for it.

Doesn't matter.

Nothing and nobody is going to stop
me getting that diamond tonight.

Not even...

Simon Templar.

It's magnificent.
It's absurd.

I beg your pardon?

Having all that cash tied up
in a diamond.

Some brandy, Mr Templar?

No, thanks.
It's the last bottle.

You'd better enjoy it
while you can.

Sounds like a cryptic remark.

Tell him, Tom.

I'd rather not,
if you don't mind, sir.

Tom here has been my estate manager
for the past 15 years.

Oh, go on, go on, tell him.

Well, sir...

Due to increased cost and taxes,

the revenues of Cranmore -

Look, Simon, I'm broke.

Well, I can hardly believe that.
It's perfectly true.

In hard, cold cash, I couldn't
raise...a thousand pounds.

And so I'm selling the Angel's Eye.

Tom and Mabel are going
to Amsterdam next week,

to arrange for it to be recut.
I want you to go with them.

Both seem perfectly capable to me.

Two attempts to steal it
in the last year.

So Father and I feel
we can't accept the responsibility.

Why not hire a private detective?

No, Simon. It's absolutely vital

that this thing should be kept
strictly confidential.

Has Templar gone?
No, he's still there.

I don't like it.

Johnny, why should the Saint show up
at a time like this?

I don't know.

Maybe Cranmore has been tipped off.

Impossible!

Johnny! I don't think we should.

We're doing it tonight.
Let's get started.

Who's that?
Relax.

It's Lord Cranmore's nephew.

Then it's true!Yes.

You're actually going to sell it!

It's going to Amsterdam
with the Upwaters next week.

Simon, can't you talk some sense
into him?

The Angel's Eye belongs to the
family! He has no right to sell it!

Jeremy, it don't think
it's any of my business.Noryours!

I'll put it away. Excuse me.

It's just not fair.

But he needs the money.
Nonsense!

He said so.
Well, I don't believe it.

I think he's up to something.
I'm going to stop him.

It'll take me about two minutes.
Keep your eyes skinned.Yep.

Oh! I left my glasses in the office.
Back in a minute, Simon.

Simon! Simon!

Help!

Catch!

You were a great help

As soon as we get to the hotel,
I'll call the diamond-cutter.

Thank you, Mr Templar.
I'd like to rent a car.

It will be parked outside
in ten minutes, sir.

I will have the keys.
Thank you. You're very efficient.

It's a pleasure, sir.

We're to bring the diamond
to Jonkheer at two this afternoon.

He's expecting us.

Hello, Jeremy.
What are you doing in Amsterdam?

I followed you.

Oh. Why?

Your reputation isn't exactly
snow-white pure.

Charming

Have you still got the Angel's Eye?
Yes.

We're taking it to the cutter
this afternoon at two.

Don't.
I beg your pardon?

Simon, I want it.
You can name your own price.

What would I say to your uncle?

You were attacked and robbed.
It's happened before.

With monotonous regularity.

Simon, please! The Angel's Eye
is part of the tradition

of Cranmore House. Uncle Charles
has no right to sell it!

Well, he does own it.

You just don't understand
my attitude, do you?

I haven't tried.

I can't describe to you my feelings
when I see the house thrown open to the public.

Those horrible day-trippers
with their dirty-faced kids,

eating chocolates while they gawp
at priceless paintings.

I would never have guessed
you were a snob

I AM a snob. I admit it.

I know I am better
than the butcher and the baker.

And the candlestick-maker, hm?
I have a heritage to protect.

Tradition doesn't mean to me outworn
customs. It means trying to pass on something of dignity and value.

And Uncle Charles is squandering it.

Just like all the other dull,
faceless, grey little men who run England.

Don't stop.

Ah! Come on in.
Jeremy!

Jeremy's just explaining why he's
so much better than everybody else.

Do sit down. Join the congregation.
It's a fascinating sermon.

I didn't expect you to understand.

Jeremy.

The Angel's Eye is being delivered
to Hendrik Jonkheer this afternoon.

There's nothing you can do about it.

Isn't there?

Well, I wouldn't be too sure.

Hello.

Yes.

Ah-huh.

Leaving the hotel at what time?

1:45. OK.

Don't worry.

We're in business again.

Tom, we're being followed.

Are we nearly there?
Another couple of minutes.

Can you lose them long enough
to slow down and let me out? I can go to Jonkheer'salone.

That's a good idea.
Here's the diamond.

Thanks.

I'll drop you round this next corner.
Right.

Oh, good afternoon. I've
an appointment with Mr Jonkheer.

And your name, sir? Mr Upwater,
representing Lord Cranmore.

Ah, yes, of course.

If you sit down, Mr Upwater,
I'll tell Mijnheer Jonkheer you have arrived.Thankyou.

He has someone with him
at the moment.Mm.

They're still with us.
Not for long.

Mr Upwater.

Ah, Mr Upwater! I'm expecting you
with great pleasure.Thankyou.

And how is my good friend
Lord Cranmore?

Very well. He sends his regards.

I've brought you the stone.
Ah!

Beautiful!

It is at the centre...

just a little...sleepy.

A trace of...uh...mistiness.

The table is too high.

Just a fraction, but too high.

The table is in the centre,
but, to reflect the maximum light,

there should, above the girdle,
be...33 facets.

And 25 below.

The recutting will fix that.

Beautiful!

To handle so large a stone
is always for me a thrill.

And when do you plan to recut?

If...tomorrow at this time you will
favour me with another visit,

I will tell you. I would like again
to study the symmetry, the grain.

Very well, tomorrow at two o'clock.

I will lose, you understand,
some of the weight, but...uh...

the brilliance will be greatly
increased. Also, the value.

I suppose it's perfectly safe here?

Safe? But of course!
I don't understand.

There have been two attempts
to steal it in the last 24 hours.

No!
Yes.

In fact, there was one
on my way here.

You joke, surely?
No, I'm very serious indeed.

At all times
it is locked in my safe.

Unless I'm working on it.

There's no worry, I can assure you.

Of course, the insurance,
I'm fully covered.Fine.

Those are the men that tried to
steal it in England?That'sright.

But how did they trace us
to Amsterdam?

Obviously, somebody told them.

But who?
I wonder.

What you have told me
is most shocking.

But don't worry. The stone is
perfectly safe here.I'msureitis.

Then, until tomorrow at two,
goodbye.

Goodbye, Mr Jonkheer.

Send for Zuilen.

Mission accomplished!
Did you get a receipt?

Of course!
Did you lose our friends?

You bet!

Beautiful!

Come!

You wanted me?
Come in, Zuilen.

Look at this!

A truly memorable stone from the
Jagersfontein mine in South Africa.

It's called the Angel's Eye.

Ja.

Oh, I forget. You have no interest.

It seems incredible. To me, there's
always the sense of mystery.

The excitement.

Well, to business.
Now listen carefully.

I have a most important job
for you to do.

What a fabulous evening.
Yes, absolutely wonderful.

Thank you for a wonderful dinner.
You're more than welcome.

Father, wait till you get upstairs.

Did you deliver the diamond?

I said I would, didn't I?

Presumably, you got a receipt.

What are you inferring?
My dear chap, I imply, you infer.

Get it right,
or don't use the words at all.

Show me the receipt.
Ah!

Show it to him.
What have you got to lose?

Thanks. I'm just looking after
Uncle Charles's interests.

Oh, and...er...go steady
on the hard liquor, Upwater.

You're used to beer, remember?

Beat it, Jeremy, before
your "heritage" starts showing.

I loathe drunkenness!

Hi.

Oh, good morning. How's your father?

He's had four glasses of
tomato juice, two pots of coffee,

and he thinks he MAY live.
I'm glad to hear it.

Poor Dad, he's not used to
this high living.

He says he'll sight-see tomorrow.

Is he going to Jonkheer's at two?
Yes. That's all he can manage.

Good, then you'll have the conducted
tour of Amsterdam all to yourself.

And now, ladies and gentlemen, we
are in one of the oldest parts of Amsterdam.

The famous Munttoren clock tower,
built in the early part of the 16th century.

The views from the canals of
Amsterdam, which is sometimes known as the Venice of the North,

Are amongst the most beautiful in
Europe, and have inspired some of our greatest Dutch painters.

Simon, this is fascinating!
I'm glad you're enjoying it.

It's a marvellous way
to see the city!

On the left, ladies and gentlemen,

is the house made famous
by Anne Frank.

The Diary Of Anne Frank sold
4 million copies in 13 languages.

You can still see the room
where the people in the diary hid during the war.

It is now
an international youth centre.

Pretty.
Mm.

Rembrandt's house.

Fascinating!

Now what?
Hm. Back to the hotel.

You've...had enough culture
for one day, I think.

Simon, could Jeremy have tipped off
our two friends?

It's possible.
I can hardly believe it.

Would you...find it hard to believe
that we've been followed ever since we left thehotel?

We have?
In the raincoat.

You know something?
We forgot the keys.

Dad!

Where have you been?!
I'm nearly frantic!

What's wrong?
I'm going stark-raving mad!

It's too incredible to believe!
Well, what is?

Jonkheer's stolen the Angel's Eye!

What'll I do?
What am I going to do?

Go over it again.
Oh, what's the use?

You might have left something out.
Jonkheer's a crook! It's simple!

Or else I'm losing my mind.

Before you do that,
let's go over it once more.

You went there at two.
Yes, yes.

And the receptionist asked you
to wait.Yes,yes.

Same girl as yesterday?
Even wearing the same dress!

Did she recognise you?Sheacted
as if she'd never seen me before.

She showed me into
Jonkheer's working room,

and he was sitting at his roll-top
desk, exactly as he was yesterday.

What did he say?

He said, "I don't think
I've had the pleasure of making your acquaintance."

What did you say?

I was flabbergasted.

He looked right through me,

as if he'd never seen me before
in his life.

Can you remember your exact words?

I said...er...

"Mr Jonkheer, you must remember me.

I brought you the Angel's Eye
yesterday!"

And what did he say?
He said I must be mistaken.

And denied having the diamond?
Flatly.

He said he'd never even heard of
Lord Cranmore.

Then what?
Well...

I got a bit upset.
Understandably.

I told him if this was his idea
of a joke, it wasn't mine.

Then he got angry.
He looked straight at me and said he'd never seenme before,

he didn't have the Angel's Eye,
he was not recutting it,

and if I didn't leave quietly
he'd call the police.

What did you do then?
Well...

I was dazed. I...

When I left,
I started to come back here, and...

..then I decided
to go to the police.

What did they say?
They didn't believe me.

They said Jonkheer is one of the
most respected men in Amsterdam.

It really is a lulu.

Are you sure you went
to the same house?

Of course! The name's on the door.

Are you sure
it was Jonkheer you saw?

Do you think I'm a fool?
Of course it was Jonkheer!

But you got a receipt.

He says it's not
in his handwriting.

Hm.

Well, could somebody have disguised
himself as Jonkheer?

Mr Templar...

You know that can't be done,
except in a story.

What'll I do?

Well, I'll tell you
what WE'RE going to do.

We're going to see Jonkheer
right now.

Excuse me.

Mr Tom Upwater?
That's right, yes.

Detective Van Effen,
Amsterdam Police.

Yeah?

The Inspector has reconsidered your
accusation of Mijnheer Jonkheer.

He would appreciate it
if you would come to the station and make a written statement.

Would that be convenient to you?

Now we're getting somewhere!
You go with him. We'll see Jonkheer.

I'll see you back here.

And don't worry.

Easier said than done!

Simon, what's behind all this?

What could make a man like Jonkheer
turn into a thief?

Why don't we go and ask him? Hm?

Good afternoon. My name
is Tombs, Sebastian Tombs. I'd like to see Mr Jonkheer.

And your business, sir?
I'm a magazine writer.

I'm doing a series of articles
on the diamond business.

I thought a man of Mr Jonkheer's
standing could give us some valuable information.

One moment, please, sir.

You're very kind.

Do you think this will work?
Never fails.

People can't resist their names
in print.Yes,butwhatwillyouDO?

Rely on the inspiration
of the moment. Follow my cue, take plenty of pictures.

Now, there is a lovely picture!
If you just stand there...

Beautiful, isn't she?
Beautiful.

He will see you now.
Thankyou.

Miss Smith?
Thanks.

You are a writer, eh?

Sebastian Tombs.

Oh, my photographer, Lady Everest.
Titled. It's all the go this year!

And what magazine do you write for?

Oh, any one who'll buy what I write.

Would you mind standing
by your workbench?Why?

We'd like pictures in a working
position. How's that?Fine.

Now, I...er...wonder whether
you'd take a position as though you're actually working?

Good?
Oh, that's great!

I'm told you're one of the best
cutters in the business.

There are many good ones.
I also am...good.

Could you hold your head like that?

I suppose you've been doing it
all your life?

Since as a boy
and an apprentice, yes.

You must have cut some famous jewels
in all that time.

Famous?

Would you hold your eyepiece?
It makes it so much more authentic.

I mean, well-known stones.

That's the kind
that people like to read about.

How's that?
Fine!

I've cut many good ones, yes.

Oh, you're too modest.

How about the Angel's Eye?

Would you mind standing
over by your desk?

What about the Angel's Eye?
Ah, you...know the stone I mean.

Well, of course!
It is world-famous.

And how are you going to recut it?
I'm not recutting it!

Oh. But you do have it here?

I do not!

But I was told that it was brought
to you yesterday for recutting.

Who told you this?
A friend of mine.

In the business.
I don't like to mention his name.

Zuilen, komm doch, bitte!

You're a fraud! You don't write for
magazines.That's not a pleasant-

It is Templar!

Templar?!

Show him out!

My father brought you the Angel's
Eye yesterday. Why are you lying?

Out!

By the way,
where is the Angel's Eye?

I've never seen the Angel's Eye!
I've not got it here! I've not been engaged to recut it! Now go!

I hope you have a licence
for that thing.

We'll send you copies
of the pictures.

What time is it?
Ten past eight.

Simon, he's been gone three hours!

The detective said the statement
would only take an hour.

I think something's happened.

Come on. We'll go
to the police station and find out.

Mr Templar, I repeat, there is
no detective named Van Effen

attached to any police station
in Amsterdam.

No-one has taken a statement
from a man named Tom Upwater,

and there has been no complaint
lodged against Hendrik Jonkheer.

But that's impossible!
My father left the hotel with -

Thank you, Sergeant.
We're sorry to have bothered you.

Oh, Simon! Where can he be?
What can have happened to him?

Since the police are no help,
I suggest the next step is the British Consul.

Are there any messages for me?
Yes, Miss Upwater.

This came for you
about an hour ago.

Your call, please, to 45-67-22.

MAN: Hello?
This is Mabel Upwater.

Miss Upwater, do you want to help
your father?

Where is he?
What have you done with him?

You want to help him, be outside
the old tavern, Vijff Vlieghen,

in the Spuistraat in half an hour.

Alone.

Hello? Hello?

Simon, what is it?

Kidnapping.
But why? We haven't any money!

No.

If I were you,
I'd do exactly as they say.

Don't worry,
I'll be behind you all the time.

He said alone.
They won't see me. I guarantee it.

Get in.
Who are you?

What have you done with my father?
Get in, and I'll tell you.

He's perfectly safe, so keep calm.

Where is he?

You'll find out.

Has all this something to do with
the Angel's Eye?That'sright.

But my father hasn't got it.

I know.
Neither have I.

Or any money for ransom.

Just relax, will you, Miss Upwater?

Dad!

Oh! Are you all right?
Yes,yes.

They've not hurt you?
No,no,I'mfine.

Dad, what do these men want?

Do you mind if I have a word
with my daughter in private?

We can't wait forever.
Yeah.

Come on!

Two minutes!
No more!

We can't hang around here
all night.

All right, then, wait in the car.

Frank?

Come on! My car's down the road.

Let's get out of here
before these two wake up.

You can explain things to me
on the way back to town.

Jeremy's behind this.
Those two last night said so.

Do you believe it?

Well, how else did they learn
the combination of Lord Cranmore's safe?

When that failed,
Jeremy went to Jonkheer.

But why kidnap you
and then why contact Mabel?

They were going to kill us.

And then dispose of the diamond.

Everybody would say we'd stolen
the diamond and disappeared.

Lord Cranmore would say
I was guilty straightaway.

Unless we get that diamond back,
he'll say that anyway.

Not if you tell the truth.
Oh, Mabel, don't be ridiculous.

You think he'd take my word against
Jeremy's? I'm just his agent.

Jeremy's his nephew.Hecan'tprove
you're guilty, because you're not.

He'll fire me! As surely as the sun
is going to rise tomorrow.

I'd be out of a job.

No security, no pension.

Do you think the diamond
is still in Jonkheer's safe?

I'm sure of it!

For all the good it'll do me.

Well, I could open that safe.

It's easy as opening a sardine can.

You mean you'd...you'd burgle it?

I think you knew I would all along.

But, Simon, that's plain robbery!

But the diamond doesn't belong
to Jonkheer!

What if Simon's caught?
I won't be.

And if I only take the Angel's Eye,
which Jonkheer denies having,

what can he say to the police?

Well, what do you say?

I never thought I'd be siding with
someone about to break the law,

but...I think you're right,
Mr Templar.

The only way to get the Angel's Eye
back is to steal it.

When will you do this?
On the stroke of midnight.

I'm superstitious about the witching
hour. It's always been lucky for me.

And Jonkheer's guard
will be feeling drowsy by then.

Anything I can do?
Nothing.

What about me?

You can put on your prettiest dress
and be ready for dinner at nine.

That's all?
That's all.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have things to attend to.

Every time I turn around,
YOU pop out of the woodwork.

I'm protecting
Uncle Charles's interests.

On your own? I think it's time
you and I had a little chat.

More coffee?
I couldn't.

It was fabulous, Simon.

I'm glad you enjoyed it.

I don't know how you can keep
so calm. I'm trembling.

You mean, YOU'RE nervous?
I know you're taking all the risks.

But I'm simply terrified.

Well, it's time for the safebreaker
to go to work.

Already?
Five to twelve.

It can't be!Timeflies
when you're in good company.

Well, business. I can walk around
to Jonkheer's in five minutes.

Drive round in quarter of an hour
and pick me up.

At quarter past twelve?
Precisely.

Good luck.

Waiter!

What time is it, please?
Itisfivepasteleven,madam.

Eleven? You mean twelve.

No, madam. It is five past eleven.

Oh...

Good evening, gentlemen.

Oh, I know. I wasn't supposed to
arrive until midnight.

But, as they say, the early bird
catches the worm.

You two are as fat a pair of worms
as this early bird ever caught.

Look, Templar,
you've got this all wrong.

On the contrary,
I have it all absolutely right.

I was to break in at midnight.

Naturally, you wanted to have
plenty of time

to do the job before I arrived.

But not too long before,
in case the heist was discovered

too soon for me to walk in
and take the rap.

Am I right?

I must admit,
you did the groundwork beautifully.

You warned Jonkheer about me.
I can almost hear you saying it.

Simon Templar's in town with a girl.
He's after the Angel's Eye.

So, if you comes here, asking you
questions, you know nothing.

You haven't got the Angel's Eye,
and you're not cuttin' it.

Am I right?
Yes.

I'm afraid the kidnapping
was badly handled.

How?
Well, the rescue was far too easy.

He practically fell in my lap.
A bit too obvious.

Look, Templar, there's enough
in this for all of us.

That safe's packed with diamonds.

No, thanks. This time I think
I'll play it perfectly straight.

Argh!

Grab him!

Well, nice work, Jeremy!

And him.
There's one behind the desk, too.

Everything went as we planned.
You arrived right on cue.

Dad! Dad!

Oh! Oh...!
Shh. Say nothing. Shush.

Officer! This young lady -
Is a friend of mine.

Jeremy, you'd better go to
the police station and lay charges.

I'll join you in about 20 minutes.

Oh, by the way,
Upwater has the Angel's Eye.

Until last night,
you weren't in on it, were you?

No.

And he talked you into it.
At the mill.

I begged him not to try,
but he was desperate for the money.

And after all, he is my father.

You're not going to hand me over
to the police?

Nope.

But why?

You were meant to take the blame
for this. We tried to frame you.

It has been tried before.

By the best professionals.