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Welcome to Moscow.

Please enjoy your stay.

[thug] The boss is expecting you. Right this way.

Showtime.

OK, Jerry, we've no visuals inside.

It's on you now.

Welcome!

As-Salaam-Alaikum.

Take a seat.

You have traveled a long way. Please... I insist.

You'll have to forgive the less than tasteful decor.

The fancy hotels are all booked for the anti-terrorism summit.

[laughs]

Is that it?

All of it?

[guns clocking]

Gentlemen, please.

Please.

We are all friends here.

[speaking in Russian]

Hmm?

I understand you are anxious here,

in your enemy's territory.

But that is precisely why you are safe.

No one would dream of looking for you here right under their noses.

Of course, mistrust is healthy

when conducting these sorts of transactions.

But rest assured, gentlemen,

nobody wants to die today.

We are honest criminals.

[speaks in Russian]

Here it comes.

I'll show you mine,

if you show me yours.

Mm-hmm.

You happy?

Yes.

I'll take your word for it.

-Don't forget this. -[keys jingle]

Without it, she's useless.

[speaks in Russian]

What is this?

We celebrate our new partnership.

There is no need for this.

I insist.

[speaks in Russian]

[gulping sounds]

What's going on?

I don't know, something's not right. He should have confirmed by now.

-We need to go in. -We're not supposed to be engaging at all.

Track and confirm only.

[sighs]

Our business is concluded.

Of course.

What is it?

[groaning]

We're betrayed.

Strike them!

[all groaning]

-What the hell just happened? -Not sure.

[radio static]

Sleep well, chaps!

[beeping]

What is that?

A homing beacon has been activated.

What? From where?

From in there.

[chuckles]

Now I know this must look bad.

There's actually a very funny story.

You didn't let me get to the funny part.

-That was definitely gunfire. -Agent Cooper, stand down!

You wanna stop me, shoot me!

-Goodbye! -Wait.

My finger's on the trigger button.

If you shoot me, this whole place becomes a memory.

Now, lower your weapon and walk away.

No.

What do you mean "no"?

I mean no.

I will not lower weapon.

You do understand what will happen, if I push this button?

[thug] Mm-hmm.

OK. So just so we're clear, you are perfectly happy for me to kill us,

your friends, your family and millions of innocent people.

Have I got that right?

Da.

Because button does nothing without key.

That's a good point.

You hit good...

for a lady.

Enough!

Goodbye!

FBI! Drop your weapon!

[gunshots]

Agent Cooper.

Agent Cooper, come in.

Nothing.

Who are you, what are you doing here?

Simon Templar, and at the moment, hiding.

Well, Simon, you're interfering with a government operation.

Special Agent Cooper. FBI.

Since when does the FBI have jurisdiction in Russia?

It's a joint task force.

-Who's coming? -Coming?

You set off a homing device on the nuke.

Who are you trying to contact?

-Interpol. -Bullshit!

Look, Agent Cooper,

we can sit here with you continuing not to believe me

and be turned into Swiss cheese,

or we can, I don't know, do something to try and survive.

Wait. Wait. What are you doing?

Making the sensible choice.

-Cover me. -Wait, stop!

Son of a bitch.

I need some backup in here.

[speaking in Russian]

You want to reload? I wait.

You're welcome.

You're under arrest.

-Are you serious? -Always.

What's the charge?

I don't know. I'll think of something.

[thug moans]

Agent Cooper.

Agent Copper, we are in.

Better late than never.

But don't worry. Situation's under control.

You just need to place him under arrest.

Who?

Son of a...

The Saint?

Patricia.

Perfect timing.

My specialty. How's your Russian adventure?

Very Russian, very adventurous.

And...

not quite over.

- Escape route's on your phone. -Right.

Where am I going?

The airport. I'll meet you in Bucharest tomorrow.

I've got you a chartered flight, wheels up in an hour.

Ms. Holm, you are as efficient as you are beautiful.

Thank you as always, darling.

And I must say,

the beard does give you a certain sophistication.

We can't have that. We should shave it off at the first opportunity.

No. I like you with a little scruff.

I'll take that into consideration.

The United Nations Relief Agency has pledged aid to the region.

But the money has been held up over fears that it simply won't reach those in need.

Meanwhile President Ezekiel Ibaka

is said to have secured nearly 2.5 billion dollars

in aid from private entities.

The newly elected President who promised to stamp out corruption

personally reached out to groups around the world

in an effort to keep his country from falling apart.

[Ezekiel] My father was a hero, a warrior.

As inspiring as he was fearsome.

One of the greatest generals Nigeria has ever known.

He loved his country.

[chuckles sardonically]

At times, I felt even more than he loved me.

It would pain him greatly to know what I've done.

He was a proud man.

He would never stoop to begging, as I am.

That's not true. Your father would be very proud of you.

The lengths to which you've gone to help your people, Mr. President,

will go down in history.

And remember, it takes courage to ask for help.

The generosity you have shown my country has been overwhelming.

It will help the healing process, but sadly...

it's still not enough.

Did you ever think that 2.5 billion dollars would not be enough?

That's why I'm here.

I pledged to you and your country all my talents.

We will make this work.

We have to.

[Ezekiel] Yes, we will.

I don't think I have ever seen a ring like this before.

Oh. Well, it's a family heirloom.

It's very dear to me, actually.

It serves as a reminder of a time long ago when the world was very different,

less complicated,

and good men banded together to fight for what was right.

It motivates me to this day.

And it brought me here, to you.

And I am incredibly grateful that it did.

[both laugh]

[camera shutter clicks]

All right.

You'll have access to the bank accounts at midnight.

-By 12:01 I want them cleaned out. -Yes, sir.

-[indistinct chatter] -[radio static]

Umm...

What is it?

Sir... Should we be doing this?

I mean, the 2.5 billion isn't blood money.

It's going for aid to people in need.

Now don't start growing a conscience, Arnie.

You haven't had the experience.

[Arnie] He asked about your ring, didn't he?

It practically sealed the deal.

How did you know he would?

It's a conversation starter.

What'd you tell him?

The truth.

That it was a family heirloom.

I just didn't tell him it wasn't my family.

[chuckles] You know, I almost gave it to him.

Why?

Because he is pathetic, just like then man I took it from.

You've kept it all these years, it must mean something to you.

Here.

It's yours. That's how much it means to me.

All right. Get on with it. Time's a-wasting.

Yes, sir.

Simon Templar.

You're the most peculiar thief I know.

Coming from you, I'll take that as a compliment.

You have the list?

Right here.

Eight hundred thousand to Doctors Without Borders.

Seven hundred and fifty thousand to Migrant Assistance.

Mm-hmm.

One-point-five million to Children's Hunger Fund.

Listen.

You want to give all this money to children?

They're so little. Maybe they don't need so much.

Your money, you're the boss.

Just make sure the money gets where it needs to go.

Minus my very little commission.

Minus your rather hefty commission,

which several of your competitors would gladly undercut.

Yes.

But they don't have my good looks.

Or your discretion, old friend.

[news reporter on TV] And in international news,

2.5 billion dollars earmarked for aid to the nation of Nigeria

has apparently gone missing.

Newly elected president Ezekiel Ibaka has vowed to find the missing funds

or resign.

Did you watch it?

Yes, it's hardly news.

It's just another corrupt dictator stealing from his people.

[speaking French]

No. I trust him.

I think he's just been trusting the wrong people.

-And you know this because...? -A hunch.

A little digging I've been doing on my own.

How very entrepreneurial of you, darling.

Better watch my back, you'll have my job.

No, you can keep it, darling.

I like being the brains of the operation.

Is that what you are? So what does that make me?

The muscle, love. You're all muscle.

Now, listen.

I've recently seen the Nigerian president in the company of this man.

Just sent it to your phone.

-Who's this? - I don't have a name, yet.

But I've run his picture

through every facial recognition database I could tap into.

The only other time he ever appears

is in an NSA surveillance photo with Sheikh Muhammad Al Khabri,

terrorist financier who's now enjoying a lifelong vacation

in a CIA black prison somewhere.

Something oddly familiar about him.

Let me guess.

You rowed together at Oxford?

[scoffs]

Tell you what? Let's do some more digging.

If you can find leads on the missing money,

this could be right up our boulevard.

Yeah, my thoughts exactly. Already on it.

But, Simon...

Yes, darling.

I might have been wrong about the beard.

It makes you a little, dare I say... older?

Goodbye, darling.

You, gentlemen,

were the only ones who got perfect scores on your exams.

I am most surprised at you, Mr. Templar.

You had perfect grades.

You did not need to steal the answer sheets.

I never looked at the answers, sir.

And yet you felt compelled to break into the master's office?

We didn't break in, sir.

-I made an impression of the key. -[Headmaster scoffs]

So, you admit it?

There's nothing to admit, sir. You caught us,

which never would have happened, if we'd stuck to the plan.

You were supposed to miss a few answers on purpose.

Why would you steal exam paper?

You don't need to cheat.

You're a Templar.

You have a responsibility.

I expect you to conduct yourself in a certain manner in this world.

I didn't cheat.

I stole.

I appreciate the distinction.

But why, Simon?

[crying] I wanted them to like me.

I wanted to be... a part of something.

You are a part of something.

A part of what?

A family of rich snobs no one likes?

You have any idea how this family acquired its fortune?

Do you even know what it is I do for a living?

Well, perhaps it's time you learnt.

You've seen this before, haven't you?

That is the symbol of the Knights Templar.

Who are the Knights Templar?

That's a very interesting question.

See, a long time ago, in 1119,

just after the end of the First Crusade,

a small band of knights traveled back from the Holy Land...

[sirens blaring in distance]

[door opens]

You did good, Coop.

Why don't you take some time off? You've earned it.

I...

I wanna open a new investigation.

What?

Simon Templar?

-Who's that? -They call him "The Saint."

I talked to Broadsky at Interpol

as well as Inspector Teal over at Scotland Yard.

They've been after him for years.

He's an international thief.

He's wanted for money laundering, computer fraud,

smuggling.

-This the guy from Russia? -Yeah.

Coop, look...

You're the kid genius and all,

but the director feels we went way out of our comfort zone

for you the last time.

There's nothing on this guy that involves the United States.

For sure not domestically.

We're the FBI... not the CIA or Interpol.

He compromised an active anti-terrorism operation.

We're gonna let him walk?

He's not our problem.

The Bureau won't back you on this.

-No, but you-- -I... won't back you.

Speaking of Interpol, that ever check out?

What?

In your report you said, this Saint set off a homing device,

alerting Interpol to the nuke.

-Did that ever check out? -Yeah.

Yeah, it did. What's your point?

So, maybe he wasn't really the bad guy in a situation.

What about the gold? He took off with most of the bullion.

Didn't he? Or what, do you think he gave it to charity?

Agent Cooper, I don't wanna hear you talk about this Saint again.

And you know what, no more field trips for a while.

You're desk bound until further notice.

That's absolute bullshit. You know--

Wanna make it permanent?

[Cooper sighs deeply]

[phone tings]

[desk phone ringing]

Yeah, who is it?

I'd rather not say.

OK.

I need protection... for me and my family.

Before I tell you anything,

I need your assurance that we will be protected.

How'd you get this number?

Come on, Agent Cooper.

That is the least interesting detail that I have information about.

OK. You have my attention.

Last night... 2.5 billion dollars,

intended for relief in Nigeria

was diverted to several untraceable bank accounts.

Hang on. How do you know this?

Because I diverted it.

[phone buzzing]

Yes.

[slow exhale]

It was Valecross. No doubt about it.

I didn't think he had the balls. How interesting!

The first call he'll make will be to the FBI

asking for protection.

And he'll offer them the money in exchange,

and we can't allow that to happen.

Good.

I'm not immature. She's being unreasonable.

I'm 18 years old, Daddy. I can go out when I want.

Zooey.

I didn't say you couldn't go. I just said you couldn't drive my car.

I'm not talking to you, Katherine.

Why did you marry her anyway? She's not mom age. It's totally gross.

God, why do you always have to be so mean?

OK. I'll try.

[speaking foreign language]

I don't speak that language.

Are you here for my dad? He deals with lot of sketchy foreign guys.

Because...

"I could not stop for death, he kindly stopped for me."

Emily Dickinson.

[whispering] I love her, Ms. Valecross.

[muffled scream]

School's out for someone.

[reporter on TV] It's a mess. We know that fans are already blaming him

for the Chargers trying to leave their hometown.

All right. That's all we've got time for.

-[laptop beeps] -Now moving to headline news

at the top of the hour with our very own Fiona Crenshaw.

[phone ringing]

Hello, Zooey?

It's a helpless feeling, isn't it, Arnie?

You take from me, I take from you.

I'll get you your money back. I swear.

I know you will.

I just need a little bit of time.

Well, I've got all the time in the world,

but unfortunately your daughter doesn't have that luxury.

Please...

Don't hurt her.

Her well-being is entirely in your hands.

I'll tell you what, 'cause I like you.

You've got 48 hours.

[bell tolling in distance]

[ring tone sounds]

Patricia. I knew you missed me.

Desperately.

I really just thought you'd be interested in something I picked up at brunch.

One of the waiters?

Cute.

Actually, no. But you know that missing aid money for Nigeria?

Hard to forget 2.5 billion dollars.

Exactly. Well, I found it.

All of it.

Where?

In accounts,

managed by a private banker.

Arnie Valecross.

- You know him? -Heard of him.

Like most thieves, he tries to stay off the radar.

Sorry, old boy.

A lot of people are looking for that money.

None of them with good intentions.

I tracked Valecross to San Diego. Meet me there.

On my way.

Just need to chuck a few things in a bag.

Morning, ladies.

Oh, I took your advice and got rid of the beard.

Whatever makes you happy.

Cheers!

Hey.

Hey, Dora, what you got for me?

Well, the call definitely originated

from The Grand Del Mar resort in San Diego.

Uh-huh.

Now, the guest registry didn't bring up any obvious suspects,

but I did find something interesting.

Oh, yeah?

So, one of the guests is listed as a Ronald Crossvale,

which is a pretty obvious recombination on Arnold Valecross,

a banker of BICI,

who's been red-flagged in our system for the last couple of years.

Thank God for the stupid criminal mind.

Uh, what's BICI?

Bank of International Credit and Investment.

IRS have been after them for years.

Major tax cheats, off-shore accounts,

suspected money laundering.

Just the sort of people who can not only steal,

-but wipe clean 2.5 billion dollars. -Right.

[audible sigh]

What's wrong, sweetie?

I don't even know why I'm bothering. I'm grounded.

There's no way that Simms is gonna let me fly out west

and deal with all this.

I have been thinking about that.

Yeah?

My girlfriend used to date a guy in an International Ops Division,

who'd probably love to help you out.

Oh, yeah? Who?

-Special Agent John Fernack. -Fernack?

Mm-hmm.

And you wanna know why?

She says he's been chasing your Saint for years.

Really?

[chuckles]

Fernack.

[phone ringing]

Please tell me you're here.

"Is Valecross here?" is a more important question.

He is.

For how much longer, I have no idea.

Well, if he tries to leave, I expect you to use your many charms to keep him there.

You're such a boy, Simon Templar.

- Help! Help! -Zooey. Sweetheart...

-Zooey. Zooey! - Help me. I don't want to die.

Daddy. [crying]

They're gonna kill me.

As you can hear, your daughter is getting rather agitated.

Have you got my money yet?

Yes, of course. Just tell me what I go to do.

Now wire the full amount to the account number you were sent

and your daughter will be returned to you unharmed.

How can I trust you?

Frankly, I don't see you have much of a choice.

-Welcome to The Grand Del Mar. -Thank you.

-Nice ride! -Thank you. Her name is Ginia.

Valecross knows we have his daughter.

He'll give us the money.

We've got a problem.

A new problem.

Templar's here.

-Simon Templar? -Yes.

Huh.

Have to hand it to Valecross, bringing in outside help.

I may have underestimated him.

On the other hand,

universe has a funny way of circling back on itself, doesn't it?

We should kill Templar now.

Patience, Marius.

We don't want to spook Valecross before he transfers the money, now do we?

Yes, but if Templar gets in the way...

That I leave entirely to your discretion.

This will be fun.

-Poolside? -[Patricia] Whenever possible.

Lovely day.

-What exactly are you wearing out there? -Oil.

-Using any protection? -Always.

You know me.

Hmm.

Focus, darling.

Our mission is to get the bank info from the Valecross safe.

He's in the Manchester Suite.

One guard at the door.

What kind of safe am I hitting?

Keller 9000.

If he has the account data, it will be in there.

You are a very clever girl, Ms. Holm

I know.

[knock on door]

FBI.

Mr. Valecross. How do you do?

I'm special agent John Henry Fernack.

I understand you have information for me regarding the assets--

No, I don't.

You don't? Why did you call the FBI regarding your employer--

I must have dialed a wrong number, Inspector.

I no longer work for BICI.

Were you stealing from them?

Did they catch you? Threaten you?

Look, I'm sorry, Inspector.

-You made your trip for nothing. -Not nothing.

It's never nothing, Mr. Valecross.

Good day.

[elevator dings]

Oh, wow.

Our old friend Special Agent Fernack's here.

-He followed you here from Russia? - No. Different agent.

But I know these FBI boys talk to each other.

You know, there's something too easy about this.

I felt the same thing when I traced the accounts.

It's like Valecross wanted to be found.

Simon, be careful.

No risk, no reward.

- So, where am I headed? -310.

The room right next to Valecross's suite.

Now be nice to the bodyguard.

Morning.

Housekeeping.

If you could do your thing please, Ms. Holm?

[music playing faintly]

OK, there's a guard right behind the adjoining door.

[muffled grunts]

Sorry, my friend.

Nothing a decent Bloody Mary won't fix.

My favorite sound.

Hello, you promising little box.

You are a part of something.

You've seen this before, haven't you?

That is the symbol of the Knights Templar.

[Patricia] What is it, Simon?

What did you find?

-Simon? -[gun clocks]

This is a very thoughtful gift, Mr. Valecross.

I've been looking for my father's ring for a long time.

May I show you something?

Mind telling me why did you lured me here?

I figured you wouldn't wanna talk with a guy like me, but...

-maybe for 2.5 billion dollars, you would. -You figured right.

Unless you're gonna cut ma a check, what can I do for you?

My daughter's been kidnapped.

The FBI is in the building. Why not talk to them?

If I let FBI handle this, I'll never see my daughter again.

My sympathies, but when you launder cash for the world's most corrupt dictators,

that kind of thing tends to happen.

I hid the money.

I was gonna give it to the FBI, but my daughter was taken

-before I could turn it over. -Look.

If they will exchange her for the money, just do it.

They'll just kill me.

They'll kill my daughter.

She doesn't deserve that.

That's why I need you, to handle the exchange,

to help us get away, safely.

[faint chopper sounds]

Please.

You're The Saint.

You Americans always take everything literally.

Simon. Simon, get out of there. Now!

Everybody, clear out! Now!

[panicked screams]

Shut the door, please.

[pilot] Brace for hard landing.

[Arnie gasping]

It's OK.

[gasping] The account numbers are in your ring.

The key is in The NoMad. Please...

Save my little girl.

Where did you get the ring?

Simon Templar.

Remember me?

Put your bloody gun down, Fernack, and call an ambulance.

[chuckles] Put the gun down... No! Put your hands up.

Now!

After years of chasing you around the globe,

I finally got the Saint.

Simon!

-Good to see you. -You too.

Valecross?

Afraid not. But we need to find his daughter.

[phone ringing]

This had better be good news

Things got a little out of hand.

Valecross is dead.

And Templar?

Templar got away.

Probably with my money. You losing your touch, Marius?

- I can fix this. -Yes, well, I sincerely hope so.

[coughs]

Simon?

Simon!

Why didn't you answer when you heard me call?

I'm... sorry.

I was... reading.

I have someone I want you to meet.

Someone very special. His name is Xander.

How do you do, sir?

I do just fine, young man.

Well, I shall leave you to it.

Leave us to what?

I think I'll let Xander explain that.

Good luck.

I've heard you been having some troubles at school.

Don't be ashamed, Simon.

It happens to the best of us.

What are you? A head doctor?

A head doctor?

You know, a psychiatrist.

No. While I'd like to believe that my teachings help your mind and body,

I'm not a doctor.

I'm a trainer.

After we get finished here, no bully in the entire United Kingdom

will dare mess with you.

Good reflexes!

Now, hit me.

-What? -Hit me!

Don't be scared.

Loosen up a little bit on the grip. That's it.

Lesson one.

Never take your eyes off your opponent.

Could you teach me to do that?

Yes. And much more.

Now, hit me again.

[man] That's crazy! A helicopter attack in broad daylight?

You know what, I'm gonna sleep with my shoes on.

There's never a dull moment when Simon Templar comes to L.A.

How's all that gear working out for you?

I can see why you are Simon's go-to for local transport and op-tech.

Doyle, any chances of breakfast?

Two boiled eggs, toast marmalade and a pint of coffee.

What do you think I'd forget, boss?

OK. We got two and a half billion dollars floating in the wind.

I've always wanted to buy my own Hawaii.

What's ten percent of two and a half billion

-split three ways? -83.3 million.

Money is ransom for the banker's daughter. We are not keeping it.

Sorry if that puts a damper on your real estate ambitions.

How are we going to find all this money, that we are not, you know, keeping?

My long lost ring.

Valecross said that the account numbers are on it somewhere.

Templar Cross.

Symbolizing those who have dedicated their lives to the service of others.

In theory, anyway.

The inscription's Latin.

[speaks in Latin]

No risk, no reward.

That's recent work.

Oh, yes.

I think that is what detectives would call a clue.

[Patricia] Looks like a diamond.

It's synthetic.

Doyle,

does this house we're squatting in have a DVD Player?

With all due respect, you are as beautiful as you are tech-friendlily.

Where did you find her?

It was the Rub' al Khali desert and she was a vision of grace

in dire circumstances.

It was hardly dire. I had the situation well in hand.

Beautiful woman in chains

and three dead bodies 60 miles south of Baghdad.

I can't wait to hear this one.

[exclaims]

You know, if you let me put my hands down, I might help find the key to those chains.

-You're British? -To the core.

I even understand cricket.

Special Forces?

Motorcycle holiday.

In Iraq?

Well, the gas is very cheap here at the moment.

Hmm.

Do you have a name?

Patricia Holm.

Simon Templar.

Can I offer you a lift somewhere, Ms. Holm?

That's enough of your flattery.

It's only flattery, Ms. Holm, if isn't true.

What are we looking at here?

Scrambled bank account numbers, I assume.

I need the right frequency to decrypt the data,

and a password or key.

Before he died, Valecross said the key is in the NoMad.

A NoMad is a digital file but it doesn't live on a computer,

but in separate packets on multiple servers,

-not here. -I love it when you talk nerd.

So, we need to find this NoMad,

get the key, read the crystal, swap it for the girl,

and bob's your uncle.

-Where the devil should we start? -The Valecross home.

Doyle,

have you checked the garage?

I love a flash ride.

But we have the kids. It's a family trip, love.

[car beeps]

Trust me, Captain. Exact same dough. It's like zygotes.

They could go either way. You know, it's a pizza or donuts, donuts or pizza.

Hey!

Donut Pizza.

-There's another one. -Yeah, there's another one.

-FBI. -Whoa!

Special Agent John Henry Fernack.

-You must be Captain Miller. -And I'm Garces.

Detective, actually.

The guys down at the precinct said you... you might be here.

Oh, yeah. This is our spot.

I got the call you'd be showing up. You could have let me finish my lunch.

-What's this about? -About this.

Simon Templar, international thief, coming out of London and New York.

I've been chasing him for years.

And?

And he's here, in L.A.

I need the help of a native.

I'm one-eighth Cherokee.

Take him.

Please.

-The Cherokee? -Thanks, Captain.

This will be fun.

-[Simon] Who are we today? -[Patricia] Insurance Investigators.

Here to appraise the estate. You keep her busy.

I'll scan the electronics for signs of the NoMad.

Mrs. Valecross.

So sorry for your loss.

We represent the holders of your husband's life insurance.

Are you Simon Templar?

Yes.

Yes. I am.

Come in.

I heard what happened to Arnie on the radio

when I was coming home from work.

When I walked into the house, the phone was ringing.

It was the kidnappers.

They said you'd be coming, and if I called the police...

They'd kill Zooey.

Until that moment you had no idea she'd been taken.

No, I thought she was out with friends.

Zooey and I never really got along.

She thought I was too young to be with her dad.

Mrs. Valecross,

how much did you know about Arnie's banking activities?

I knew the men Arnie represented were evil.

I knew he helped them steal and hide billions

from the countries they ruled.

But you know, recently...

I don't know, maybe, through my influence,

he had a change of heart.

He wanted that money to go back to those countries,

back to those people just so that they could have better lives.

I feel so guilty, like...

I'm responsible for what happened

-to my husband and Zooey. -You shouldn't blame yourself.

I'm gonna find that money,

and use it to bring your stepdaughter home.

OK?

Thank you.

I scanned the computers but the drives have been wiped.

Arnie must have done it remotely before he was killed.

So, where lies our NoMad?

The data we need is off-site. It will take time to find it.

Time we don't have.

Kidnappers didn't leave a phone number, did they?

[phone ringing]

Keep him talking as long as you can.

Templar?

Shame I missed you in San Diego.

Sorry about your helicopter, old boy.

That's OK. We'll storm.

I'm more upset about you screwing my arms deal.

The container of assault rifles in Mali. I thought that blew up rather nicely.

Shall we... set the exchange...

the girl for the money?

I need a bit more time.

Why don't you send the girl home to mum as a sign of goodwill.

Patricia and I will keep looking for the money.

You know I can't release her without cash in hand.

Let's say 24 hours,

then she dies.

Tell Patricia I say hello.

Rayt Marius says hello.

Does he?

I didn't know you two are acquainted.

Before your time, darling.

I only got a partial trace,

not enough to get his exact location.

The money. Can you get the money?

Rayt's waiting for it.

Which means we have a bit of time. But we need to get moving.

If I don't see that money, you'll die just like your daddy.

No!

[muffled crying]

Please stop.

-Please. -OK.

I'm in a band with a bunch of cops.

-I've got that-- -Oh. Oh, that explains it.

You know what? Carry on.

[Garces] Let me ask you a question.

The guy we want is right there. Why don't we grab him?

No. That would be the worst move we can make.

[Garces] If we wanted to bust him. I'm just saying.

He's a person of interest in the Valecross homicide.

No, because he's our best chance of recovering that money.

The minute he gets it, I will be there.

All we need to be worry about is not losing sight of him.

[car engine starts]

Doyle,

Corner of Grandview and Lake, that's Arnie's data facility.

-Can you hack into it? -I'm testing their firewalls.

Hard to imagine you and Rayt Marius having much to talk about.

You're right. We didn't.

So, what exactly did you and he do?

Simon.

What?

I'm entitled to some degree of curiosity, aren't I?

We have been together on the road for a year now.

And by design, we've avoided any nights of wine addled over-sharing.

We all have our secrets.

-OK, back off. Back off. -I'm sorry.

You gotta stop. I can't take that.

-What can't-- -The yelling. I cannot take the yelling.

You told me to stay close to these guys.

Sorry. It's just that if you ram them, they're gonna know we're behind them.

I've never tailed anyone.

How are you a detective?

[Patricia] Guys, firewall's too heavy. We have to find an interesting way

to liberate that file.

It'll be really interesting. I think we're being tailed.

[Simon] Oh, bloody hell.

It's Fernack.

-Darling? -Hmm?

Can you run in those heels?

[tires screech]

[Fernack] You see?

Out of the way! FBI! Move!

Garces! Go after her.

She's faster than him.

Out of the way.

[indistinct chatter]

Freeze!

Where you gonna go now?

You're under arrest.

-Really, Fernack? -[Fernack grunts]

Three guns? You only have two hands.

Enjoy this moment...

because I'll be coming after you again.

You know, it doesn't have to be like this, Fernack.

We could work together.

I don't work with criminals.

I lock them up.

Not me, my friend.

Not ever.

Sorry I'm late.

You're not late, darling. You're on Simon time.

How'd you leave things with Agent Fernack?

Better than that car factory in Cologne,

but... slightly more humiliating than Mumbai.

Mm.

The data storage facility's in there, is it?

Yeah, the NoMad file is on their network.

In a server room, somewhere.

We'll use that trick from Studio Nippon.

-Following the power drain. -Yeah.

Gotcha.

The servers are in the sub-basement.

And the NoMad packets?

-How do we cook those fish? -Baitbox.

Splice into the hard lines, sent them one by one.

That leads us to the money, which we then swap for the girl.

One problem.

Valecross accounts shut down and reboot at 6 a.m.

Then we'll never find the money.

Simon, Rayt will kill Zooey.

We need to gear up as soon as possible.

On that clock? There's only one spot in town

that will have the gear we need.

Sonali Alves.

I haven't seen her since Rio.

There's no chance she has forgiven you for that, boss.

What happened in Rio?

Carnivale.

[Patricia] Who's Sonali Alves?

I'm surprised Simon hasn't told you about her.

-Is she a butcher? -[Doyle] Sometimes.

Is it too late to order?

I'm thinking queijo minas with pinoa,

a half-moon pastéis, and maybe some cuscuz branco.

[loud music playing]

[Patricia] So... what happened in Rio?

Before your time, darling.

Sonali. Good to see you.

[speaking in Spanish]

You used to be happy to see my face.

Remember breakfast in bed, at the Copa Palace.

Whoa, whoa whoa.

Tranquilo.

You clip me, I take out your boss.

Sonali, I know I'm not your favorite person anymore

but we need your help.

You burnt my super note deal. I lost everything.

The ink, that copier built to federal specs.

Look, we had a wonderful time together,

but I simply couldn't let you destabilize the global economy.

-An influx of counterfeit cash-- -Simon.

Now is not the time.

Listen to me.

We need your help. A girl's been kidnapped.

In order to save her, we need to buy some of your gear.

We have cash.

We pay retail.

-You two are OK. -All right.

But him...

He's gotta pay for what he's done.

[speaking in Spanish]

Winner!

[Both] Rhinoceros?

Perhaps we could talk about this.

Let's pack a Nether Freon spinner,

the acidic gel and fiber optics splicer with petabyte piggy back?

-Baitbox? -[Patricia] Oh, yeah.

Do you need anything else?

-[knives clatter] -Um... no.

I think I'm good.

Are you not at all concerned about Simon?

[Simon grunting]

You're a big boy!

You're aware that steroids cause liver damage

-and erectile dysfunction? -[thug shouts]

Other side effects include

acne, testicular atrophy and prostate swelling.

Seriously.

[crowd cheering loudly]

Thank you. Thank you kindly.

-Cheers! -[Doyle] Cheers.

Here's your forty.

It was good doing business with you, girl.

Likewise.

I'm sorry about your guy.

He's not my guy. We're... associates.

He has never made love to you?

Are you recommending him?

Much as I would love to hear the answer to that,

we have somewhere to be. Are we done here?

-[Patricia] Mmm. -Very good.

-Sonali. -Hmm?

-Ciao. -Ciao.

[speaks in foreign language]

She said you aren't one to take a punch.

Oh, it's all pretend.

[Simon groans] How are we for time?

Server resets in 40.

Your point of entry is the emergency exit.

Simon.

Are you sure you can muster the strength for a midnight heist?

Of course I can muster, Patricia. I'm British.

We invented muster.

-Did you? -Yeah.

I found Templar with the girl.

They're on their way to the money.

- This may work out as planned. -If I want your opinion, Marius,

I will ask for it.

Simon Templar is not gonna just hand over 2.5 billion.

He's gonna try and be a hero.

What would you like me to do?

Your job!

OK.

I am not gonna let an innocent girl pay for the sins of her father.

Saintly courage. You really are a Templar.

[Simon chuckles]

Templars are nothing but a boy's own bedtime story

of medieval knights gone bad.

Yet you go charging to the rescue, heart on your sleeve.

Here...

Can you keep this safe for me while I'm inside?

Giving me a ring without taking a knee?

I'd hate to ruin this wonderful friendship that neither one of us deserve.

Would you agree, Ms. Holm?

[Patricia] No risk,

no reward.

[wooden swords clacking]

That's it!

[Simon] Hey!

-What's wrong? -That wasn't fair.

Fair?

No battle in the history of mankind has ever been fair, Simon.

This isn't a game,

where rules exist to ensure integrity between participants,

in order to determine a winner and loser.

This is life.

Was it fair to the Japanese at Hiroshima?

Or what about the Jews in Poland?

[exhaling heavily]

Fair is something created by the weak

because they know they can't defeat the strong.

-But what about honor? -[chuckles]

I know you love your Templar Knight stories, Simon,

but at some point you'll have to realize that they're just...

stories.

It is survival of the fittest out there.

Your enemies will seek out any and all advantages they can.

You must be prepared.

How do you... prepare...

for the unexpected?

By expecting everything.

I'm at the outer access door.

- You need to disable the alarm. -I'm on it.

Got Doyle flying in to plant the hot spot.

If I have to, someone's getting tased.

Just get in there.

Excuse me. Hi.

Sorry to disturb you.

I was just wondering if you could show me where the restroom is.

No.

OK.

Guess I'm just gonna have to hold it.

But you got a bad attitude, pal.

What is this?

Honestly,

who fitted these locks?

Give me a minute, darling. Doyle's got a problem.

[Doyle grunts in pain]

OK, OK, OK. I can explain. I can explain.

You know what, talk to her. She'll explain. She'll explain.

No, seriously. You need to have a conversation with her.

You want me?

[man grunts]

-Got this? -I got the whole situation under control.

Go. You go!

Go!

Come here, buddy. Come here.

Back on task, Simon.

Have a little conversation on manners.

Alarm is down. Go! Go!

That's weird.

That guy was unconscious two seconds ago.

All right. Best way into the server room is through the vault door.

Careful. It's rigged with explosive bolts, and if these are touched

an alarm is triggered and a set of secondary doors are released.

You're gonna have to leave those hinges in place.

[loud crash]

I'm through.

Now, the floor behind the escape hatch

is made up of pressure sensitive floating tiles.

These must be frozen before you can step on them.

Tiles will thaw in ten seconds,

so be quick.

OK, I'm at the biometric scanner.

Can you...

give me a hand?

You are now Sydney Belsberg.

No. Make that Alexandra Krevoy.

OK. I'm in.

Set the Baitbox.

Start the download.

All right. Let's go fishing.

[doors open]

Hello, Ms. Holm.

[Patricia groans]

-Fernack. -Finally.

Looks like he's in the server room.

Watch her. I'm gonna go up to Templar.

I'm Garces. Detective Garces.

Charmed.

FBI.

Where's your server room?

It's in the basement.

You, black jacket. Wipe your nose, grab your gun. You're coming with me.

-Yes, sir. -What about me?

What about you?

[Fernack panting]

[gunshots]

Hello! Hand me the bag!

Fernack, if I do that, an innocent girl is gonna die.

Saving people's lives is my job, not yours.

Whatever you say.

[Fernack screams]

Templar!

I could-- I couldn't stop it.

He took her.

I'm sorry.

I told you I was gonna catch you, didn't I?

Your concern for your colleague is touching.

He's not dead.

[Simon's phone ringing]

It's Ms. Holm.

-Special Agent John Henry Fernack. -[Patricia] I have to talk to Simon.

-He's listening. -Simon? I need the crystal from your ring.

It's the only way I can access the Valecross accounts.

I have a yacht

at the Port of Los Angeles, Pier 5.

Be here by sunup and...

Templar, do I need to say come alone?

Marius will kill them both if we don't stop him.

We?

-I'll call it in. Come on -Believe me.

If you do that, they're already dead. OK?

It's your call.

These are the account numbers you'll use for the transfer.

One question.

When did you lose your mind?

Get it done.

[Fernack scoffs]

You really think you're something, don't you?

British accent, designer clothes, hot little sidekick.

She's not my sidekick. She's my associate.

Position I'd like her to retain.

You do know we're riding into a trap, don't you?

I think that's the one thing we can count on.

There are six guards on deck.

Once I've taken care of them, get in, get the girl, get out.

When all this is over, I'm taking you in.

[thug grunts and screams]

Taking a cruise without me, darling?

Ever the hero. How predictable!

-The ring, if you please. -Where's the girl?

Bring her up.

Here.

Finish the job, or I finish you.

That's not how you talk to a lady.

I'll talk to my wife any way I please.

Ex-wife.

Hmm. Were you gonna mention this?

You didn't ask.

[Zooey whimpers]

I'm Special Agent John Henry Fernack.

You're gonna be OK, but you cannot make a sound, OK?

Let me take this off of you.

[guards on deck] Clear.

-[Zooey screams] -Come here, you little bitch.

The famous Templar family ring.

Poor little Simon.

His mommy and his daddy shot dead right before his eyes.

How do you know about that?

How do you think Valecross got this in the first place?

From the same man who shot your mother

and your father.

[Mr. Templar] It's only me you're after.

Leave my family out of this.

First time my dad brought you home, I knew it.

And you know something,

it feels good to be right.

-Shut up. -Well, well...

Isn't this a morning full of surprises?

What's so surprising about a gold digger killing her husband for his money?

[gunshots]

Katherine.

Really?

[both grunting]

[gunshots]

[gasping] That's... why I have... three guns.

-[Katherine grunts] -Time to leave.

It's over, Marius.

Let the girl go.

Saving the girl won't bring your parents back.

[Zooey screams]

Who killed them?

Who killed my parents?

You, Simon Templar, are just a pawn in a bigger game.

How are you doing?

[indistinct chatter over radio]

She just used him and took him for everything he had.

You should know your father was a very brave man.

He risked his life trying to return money

stolen from people who desperately need it.

If you like, you can finish what he started.

Just press Enter,

and the money will be returned to those who need it most.

You'll be OK.

Thank you.

Say goodbye to your boyfriend.

I still love him. I'll get him out.

Actually, you won't.

Templar.

Templar?

Templar.

[Ezekiel] Ladies and gentlemen,

this is all the information we have at this time.

[Reporter] Mr. President, President Ibaka, do you know any details

surrounding the missing funds' sudden reappearance.

[Ezekiel] I don't know where this money vanished to

or where it came back from.

But right now, all I care about

is using these funds to help my fellow countrymen

devastated by this horrible catastrophe.

[exhales nervously]

Come on. Come on.

[ring tone]

I was expecting your call.

Too bad your thug Marius failed in his endeavors.

He's not my thug. Your man recommended him for the job.

Look, we can lay blame later on.

Right now, I need help disappearing for a while.

You can try,

but you'd better hurry.

You are not leaving me to take the fall for this.

I'm sorry, but the brotherhood has decided.

[sighs]

My compliments.

It's taken me an unusually long time to find you.

[grunts]

Looking for this?

I'm getting too old for this.

Hello, Simon. It's been a while.

[Mr. Templar] I have someone I want you to meet.

Someone very special.

His name is Xander.

Xander?

Take whatever you want.

Jewelry, silverware.

We don't have any money in the house.

[thug] You of all people should know that money is the motivator of lesser minds.

What motivates the brotherhood?

World peace?

[thug scoffs] So smug, so holier-than-thou.

But a Templar is just a crusader by another name.

We too...

have a holy cause...

to wipe every last Templar from the face of the earth.

It's only me you're after.

Leave my family, my wife out of this.

[furniture clatters distantly]

[footsteps thudding]

[gunshots]

My father asked you for mercy, not for himself...

for his family,

and you gave him none.

I'm glad it's you, Simon. It ought to be you.

But there's more than me just out there.

The brotherhood will be coming after you.

I'll worry about that when you're dead.

[Xander scoffs]

You can't do it.

You're still a little boy concerned with honor.

I'm no assassin.

I'm a Templar.

You're weak like your father.

He wasn't weak.

He welcomed you into his home,

and you betrayed him.

But I'd rather be weak...

than whatever it is you are.

[tires screech]

Good luck, Xander. You're gonna need it.

You do understand that with one phone call I won't spend a single day in jail?

We'll see.

Hands up. You're under arrest.

Special Agent Cooper. FBI.

Agent Cooper. Pleasure to see you again.

Wish I could say the same.

I see you've brought a friend with you.

Yes, this is my associate, Agent Dora Lee.

Based just on what I've tapped into during his file transfers

in the last half an hour,

he's got enough connections to terror groups and suspect funds

to keep Homeland Security busy for a long time.

What are the charges?

What makes you think we're charging you with anything?

The U.S. government just wants to talk to you.

Under National Defense and Authorization Act

Sections 1021 to 1022,

which authorizes the indefinite detention of terrorism suspects.

You see, we don't like to rush into anything without the facts.

Facts that could take a long time to unearth.

[Xander chuckles]

Yeah.

As for you, Mr. Temp--

[Xander laughs softly]

Son of a...

Take him away.

Come on.

One out of two criminal masterminds isn't bad.

[sighs]

I guess I should be glad that Fernack did all the legwork

and then let me get the collar.

[Dora Lee] Yeah.

-[car door shuts] -[engine starts]