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Thank you. You're welcome.

Thank you.

It seems to me that men spend half their lives waiting for women.

And when she finally comes out, she'll say, "Sorry. Did I keep you waiting?"

And like a lamb, they come up with, "Of course not."

Sorry. Did I keep you waiting?

Of course not.

Just like a lamb. See what I mean?

Shall we? Yes.

I think that was about one of the best dinners I have ev...

I think that was about one of the... Oh.

A present for me?

Well, if it is, I didn't buy it.

Does it tick?

No.

What does the label say?

Of whom I have so many memories."

There's no name.

You've got a secret admirer.

And isn't she sweet? She was too shy to give it to you in person.

She?

Only a woman would say, "Of whom I have so many memories."

All right. Open it, if you feel that way.

All right. Open it, Really?

Why not?

Stop the car!

What's that?

The...

snake was quite harmless.

I used it only to demonstrate how...

...vulnerable you are.

This is just the beginning. I have more surprises for you.

And the final one,

the best one of all,

will be the death of the famous Simon Templar.

Hm, that one is mortally wounded.

Put up another one, will you?

The Annie Oakley of Special Intelligence!

Oh. Hello, Simon.

The grouse season starts soon. just getting my eye in.

Fancy a weekend's shooting?

No, thanks. My sympathy is with the birds.

I'm getting to know what it feels like to be a target.

Had another crack at you, did he?

Yes. just now. Outside.

A car came close enough to take the polish off my toecaps.

See the driver, did you? Nope. Didn't even get the number.

Why not?

It was conveniently covered with mud.

This arrived in the post.

The choice of lettering shows a particularly vulgar taste.

You don't think it's a gag, do you? A chum trying to be funny?

Well, if it is, he just qualified as an ex-chum.

No, Dinny, I think it's serious.

I don't imagine you want police protection.

No, thanks. I'll settle for those names you promised me.

Got 'em this morning.

Every villain you had a hand in nailing who's been released in the last two months.

Well, that gives me somewhere to start.

Very nice.

Uh-uh. Government property.

It does pull to the right.

I'll see you. I sincerely hope so.

Oh, and, er, Simon, do be careful.

You're very busy.

My editor wanted a story on the life of Simon Templar.

But now he's getting an eyewitness account of The Saint And The Secret Slayer.

Just as long as it's good for circulation.

I didn't mean that the way it sounded. I'm sure you didn't.

Do you think one of those fellas sent you the snake?

Probably. Do you want to tell me about them?

All right.

No.1 on the list. Artie Lendrom.

He's a knife artist, really enjoys his work, got sent up for his part in a hijacking.

He pulled his switch blade on a girl who tried to stop him.

And you helped to take him?

I was lucky enough to be in the right place at the right time.

Then there's Marty Sumrie.

I was taking care of a parcel of uncut diamonds.

He tried to take them from me.

There was quite a bit of shooting

and it ended up with me having the diamonds and the police having Marty.

Then there's Charlie Hasso.

He's a hired killer.

George Harrop. Oh, he has a strange bed partner - sleeps with a machine gun.

And jack Daker and Tom Preston.

Any of them could have a reason for wanting me dead.

And they are all out of prison now? Mm-hm.

But, unfortunately, the list doesn't end there.

There's an awful lot of other people in a lot of other countries.

It's not going to be easy, is it?

Hello.

# Music box Nays NM Lang Syne

Hello?

# jingle continues

Who is this?

Hello.

Good evening, Mr Templar.

You were nearly run over by a car today.

Pretty careless of you.

Who is this?

Don't you remember me?

I'll never forget you.

Never.

What is it you want?

Want? I want to come to your funeral.

I want to see you dead.

Now, you listen to me. You've had your fun...

# jingle Hello?

Hello?

I didn't get all of it. What did he say?

He wants to kill me.

You'd better put this on. Why? Where are we going?

I am taking you home.

Oh, no, you're not!

Look, this murder angle is a big break for me, Simon.

Can't we discuss it? No arguments. We are leaving.

Please, Simon, I won't be any trouble, I promise.

I am taking you home. I don't understand why you're being...

Do you have a cigarette?

Yes .

Oh. What's the matter?

My address book's not here.

You must have left it at the apartment.

Simon, I've got to have that book.

You can pick it up tomorrow. Oh, no.

I've got a lot of transatlantic calls to make tonight. I must have those numbers.

You wait here. I'll get it.

What is it?

There's somebody in there.

You go to the front door. Take your time. Fumble with the keys. I need about 6O seconds.

Well, well, well!

Charlie Mason.

Make yourself at home, Charlie. Sit down.

I er... Sit down!

Oh, Mary, Charlie Mason.

Mary Ellen Brent. Hello there, Charlie.

Manners, Charlie! Now, what is this, a social call or business?

Who sent you, Charlie?

I don't know, Mr Templar, I swear it!

Do you find it dark in here, Charlie?

Get up!

Put on that lamp.

Put it on. What's the matter? Are you afraid of light?

You always were a handy lad with electricity, Charlie.

Mr Templar, all I got was this address with instructions to set

Whose instructions? I don't know.

An unsigned letter with 100 quid.

One hundred pounds?

You're working cheap, these days, Charlie.

The letter said there'd be another 100 when the job was done.

I swear, Mr Templar, I don't know who sent it.

All right. Let me throw a couple of names at you.

Artie Lendrom. Don't know him.

Jay Burton?

Oh, he's in Canada.

Marty Sumrie. Marty Sumrie maybe.

Marty Sumrie. I served time with him.

And, er, did he talk about me?

Didn't talk about much else. Always reckoned he'd get even with you one day.

Have you seen him since he got out? No.

Where's he living? With his wife, I suppose.

They've got a junk-jewellery store over in Camden.

Marty Sumrie.

Are you, er, going to turn me in?

Not yet, Charlie, but I will, if you don't do what I say.

Anything, Mr Templar. I can get a long stretch for this.

All right. I want to know who hired you.

Sure. I'll er... I'll dig around.

Oh, and, Charlie,

remember you're working for me now.

You cross me, I'll have you inside so fast your ears'll burn.

And say good night to the lady.

Good night, miss. Bye-bye, Charlie.

And you believe him?

Yes .

He's just muscle, hired by our friend with the music box.

Paid to rig a booby trap? Playing games.

He's playing them rough, isn't he?

This could only give me a bad shock, minor burns.

Isn't that enough? That's just the point, it isn't.

Not enough to be a killer. Well, then, why try it?

Because Music Box is trying to break me down, scare me.

Right, so, what do we do now?

We take you home. Here's your address book.

# Burst of Auld Lang Syne

# Music box plays Auld Lang Syne

You couldn't wait, could you?

What is it? Have you come to gloat, Mr Templar?

Do you know me?

I'm not likely to forget the man who put my husband away for ten years.

Where is he? What would you care?

I want to talk to him. Is he here?

Yes, he's here.l

Anything you have to say you'll have to say to me now.

All right.

Why is Marty trying to kill me?

He isn't. I think he is.

It just so happens that Marty hasn't left home since he got out of prison.

I had a phone call.

A man played a music-box tune.

# jingle This one.

Would you convict a man on that evidence?

It does put quite a strain on coincidence.

One wholesaler I know imports a hundred thousand of those a year from Hong Kong.

Half of them play that tune.

Marty did a lot of talking in prison, about getting even with me.

He did a lot of talking about giving me a decent home...

...money, clothes.

He never did anything about that, either.

Now get out!

Not till I see him.

All right. You can see him.

Don't give him the benefit of any doubt.

Go ahead. Persecute him all you want!

I'm erm... I'm sorry. You should have told me.

What would you care?

You could have made it easier on yourself.

After ten years...

...we had just...two weeks together.

When he was in prison...

..I could look forward to the time he was going to be released, but...

What is there now?

Nothing.

Mrs Sumrie, if there's...anything you need...

There is something.

But for him. Not for me.

Whoever is trying to kill you, I wish them luck!

Thursday is the...

day after tomorrow.

Hello.

Hello. Mr Templar?

Yes .

Oh, er, Charlie Mason, Mr Templar.

Mr Templar, I've had another letter, same handwriting.

The writer wants to talk to me and gave this address.

OK. Can I have it?

Yes .

Yes .

All right, Charlie. Thank you.

Here's your coffee, Simon.

Did you get something?

A beginning.

Just a beginning.

MAN: Hello?

Listen, er, I gave the Saint the message.

Listen, er, I gave the Saint Did he believe it?

Well, why shouldn't he believe it?

Look, erm, where do I collect my money?

I Same address.l

Oh, the same address? Right.

Well, I look forward to seeing you in person.

# Music box plays Auld Lang Syne

Oh, you scared me to death!

I know, you just happened to be passing.

Oh, Simon, I'm on your side, remember?

He is dead, isn't he?

Tell me about it.

About what?

About Charlie being dead, about your being here.

Oh, stop. You don't think I had anything to do with that?

Then make me believe something else.

Look, Simon, I have been assigned to do a story on you and I'm going to get that story

Look, Simon, I have been assigned with or without your help. It shows a great dedication to your craft.

Police, please.

There is one point, however.

You'd better get your murder squad over to 23, Maxwell Drive.

I made a point of not letting you see this address when I wrote it down.

So, how did you get here?

It really wasn't very difficult.

I saw you tear off the top sheet of the scratch pad.

When you'd gone... I rubbed my pencil over the second one.

"Elementary, my dear Watson."

I've seen it in a dozen old films.

Unoriginal, but...

effective.

So, you came to the house,

in through the back door, into the hall and...?

And I saw Charlie's body lying there.

I heard a noise in the house.

Well, now I know it was you,

but then I thought it was the killer, so I just got out of here fast.

Hm.

I suppose it was Music Box that killed him.

I suppose it was Music Box that I imagine so.

Why? Because he knew too much.

Or else it's part of the war of nerves our killer is playing.

Medium height. Medium build.

Delicious coffee. Thank you.

Fresh complexion.

That's all I could get from the florist who made the wreath and the estate agent. Not much help.

Oh, I don't know.

It does narrow the field down to 12 million people.

My department checked out the others on our list, every one cleaner than a white Christmas.

Then all we can do is wait.

Sooner or later, Music Box will come up with another cute idea.

Yeah, like a bullet in the head.

I'd be a bundle of nerves by now.

That's exactly what he wants.

I've checked her out, too.

And? She's exactly what she says she is.

A freelance journalist, a US citizen.

No criminal record.

Just, er, one sour note.

Her real name isn't Brent.

What is it?

It's Brentakovinsk.

Brentakovinsk? As good a reason as any for wanting to change your name.

Well, I'm off. Will I see you tomorrow, Simon?

I hope so. Thanks for doing the dishes.

I didn't do your dishes. Charming!

Can I drop you off at your hotel? No, no. I'll grab a cab.

Oh, and, er, Simon, take care of yourself, won't you?

I always do.

You never really had any doubts about her, did you?

Dinny, right now, I even have doubts about you.

Cheers. Cheers.

HEY-

Simon!

Come on, it's all right, it's all right.

She's OK. She's not been hit.

Those four shots came awfully close.

I was so terrified...

I couldn't even move.

It's all right now. They've gone. Did you see who it was?

It's like any terror campaign.

You terrify anybody who's close to the intended victim.

It's supposed to make him edgy and prone to mistakes.

Now I know what you've been going through and why you wanted me out of it.

Well, it won't last much longer. Look at the time.

Just after midnight.

Yes .

So tomorrow is the day he's promised to kill me.

Mr Templar!

Lower the lights.

Are you Laura Carlton? That's right.

I was Charlie's girl.

For a long, long time. I'm sorry.

Charlie was trying to play it both ends against the middle.

When he tangled with you, I...

I begged him to get out, but he had to be smart.

He figured... He could make money out of both of us.

Go on.

The man who is trying to kill you garages his car here.

Charlie told me.

Is the car here now? No. I looked.

But he'll show up, sooner or later. All you have to do is wait.

Fine.

We'll wait together.

I I wouldn't miss it for the world.l.

It's the least I can do for Charlie.

That's him.

Laura?

Laura!

That gun throws a little to the right.

Seems to be a common fault in your department.

Where are you going to start?

Music Box is calling the shots. I'll wait for his move.

That gives him a big advantage. If you want my...

Excuse me.

Yes?

Hello, Dinny, it's Mary Ellen Brent. Is Simon with you?

Yes, he is. Do you want a word with him? No, no, don't bother him.

Tell him I got his message and I'm at his apartment. I'll see him later.

You're staying there, are you? Yes, I'll wait for him here.

Right. Thanks, Dinny. Bye.

It was Mary Ellen. She's got your message and she'll wait for you.

Where was she calling from? Your apartment.

Better get there fast. What's the big rush?

I didn't send her any message.

Mary?

Mary Ellen?

You take the kitchen.

Mary!

MAN: Nothing can save you, Mr Templar.

Nothing at all.

But if you care anything about the life of the girl, you will follow my orders to the letter.

You will receive them later today.

If you advise the police or anyone tries to follow you,

I will know about it and the girl will die.

Stay in your apartment and wait.

I have no choice.

You'll walk right into the trap. Yes.

The odds are all in his favour. Maybe.

He'll kill you.

He'll try, but I do have one advantage.

It's not obvious.

If he had simply wanted to kill me, he could have done it any time in the last couple of days.

What sort of advantage is that?

It gives me time.

When I walk into what he's set up, he'll probably continue to play cat and mouse

and, while he's busy playing games, I'll get a chance.

I don't know what or how.

But it'll be something.

Good evening to you. Mr Templar?

Yes .

Your car, sir.

I didn't order a car.

No, sir. The gentleman who telephoned wanted it to be a surprise.

He said you'd understand.

All right.

Where are we going? Onto the main Dover road, sir.

And then? I don't know, sir.

The client said he'd phone instructions through at nine o'clock.

The phone is in front of you, sir.

He doesn't miss a trick, does he?

I beg your pardon, sir? It doesn't matter.

Well, we should be getting a call any minute now.

Yes, sir.

Incidentally, sir, if you want a drink, there's a cocktail cabinet just in front of you.

These Model Ts come equipped with everything, don't they?

It's one of our very special ones, sir.

Normally only used for high-class funerals.

Right on time.

Hello.

Yes.

Yes, yes, I've got it.

We take the cutoff road to Faversham.

We're coming up to it now, sir.

Along that road for a mile and then turn right. Very good, sir.

That's it. On the left.

Here, sir? That's what the man said.

You'd better go back to London. Thanks for the ride.

Most grateful, sir.

Not much further, Mr Templar.

I shall be waiting for you.

Look at the face, Mr Templar.

You've seen it before.

I Remember it?I

Think back.

Think back.

I remember. Philip Lyall.

Yes .

Yes, Philip Lyall.

The man you murdered.

He was a psychopathic, sadistic killer.

He shot down two unarmed men who surrendered to him.

Oh, come now, Mr Templar,

do you think, for a moment, I would go through this wild charade and take all this trouble

without knowing the facts?

I was there. I saw it happen.

I was there, too.

He was burned alive in a wrecked car.

I was thrown clear and passed out, but you could have saved him.

That is not true.

It is true, Mr Templar.

You see, Philip Lyall was my brother.

So now you know why you are dying and who is killing you.

And there's really nothing more to say.

Oh, yes, there is. What about Mary Ellen?

I was prepared for that question.

You'll find the answer on the back of the centre clipping.

Now, Mr Templar,

if you haven't broken your neck,

answer me...

Over here, Lyall.

Simon!

Simon!

# Auld Lang Syne jingle

He dropped it in the fight.