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'Venice. Queen of the Adriatic.

Famous, among other things, for its pigeons,

of every colour and creed, ripe for the plucking.

The natives call them 'turismo'.

After dark, Venice is a romantic fairy land...

but in the dark alleyways, not every path leads to enchantment.'

WOMAN: You don't understand! Please, stop it! You don't understand!

Come on. I'll show you a good time.

I don't want to. Now, leave me alone.

You heard the lady.

Hey, you're marvellous. Where did you find Romeo?

Well, he seemed all right at first.

He picked you up? No.

You picked him up?

I guess I made a mistake.

I only wanted to see Venice at night.

Yes, well, Miss...? Allardyce. Cathy Allardyce.

Well, where are you staying? At the Royal Danieli.

Good. I'll take you back there. But I don't know your name.

Simon Templar.

Carlo is here.

Well...? Didn't work.

Why?

Some guy, a touristm interfered. So you muffed it?

I couldn't help it, Foots. I'm fine with a camera, but the other side of it...

And this girl, she's been around plenty.

All right, Carlo.

We'll have to set her up with Prince Ubaldo.

You picked him up, didn't you? What if I did?

She's becoming a tramp! Leave her alone for two minutes

and she'll pick up the first man she sees.

Now, Helen, she's safely home. Thanks to Mr Templar.

All right. Let's forget it. Forget it?

A broken-down bullfighter in Madrid, a muscle-bound skin-diver in Nice...

Oh, shut up!And now a greasy-haired gigolo in an alley.

Well, nothing happened! I'll bet it wasn't your -

Now, both of you, stop it!

I didn't want to come to Europe. It was her idea!

I've told you not to refer to Helen as 'her'.

That's the root cause of it. I'm the wicked stepmother.

And you hate the competition. Cathy, be quiet!

If you weren't so stupid, you'd see right through her.

All she married you for was money!

Insolent little brat! Helen, for heaven's sake!

She's your daughter, not mine.

For all I care, you can give her to the garbage man!

Cathy, why do you act this way?

I'm sorry.Well, Helen's only trying to do what's best for you.

Oh, she'd like to take a hair-brush to me.

So would I sometimes. Except, it seems a little late right now.

I guess I haven't been much of a father.

Oh, Daddy... Well, you were a baby when your mother died,

and I was always so absorbed in law and politics.

Cathy, I've neglected you.

No, you haven't.

I love Helen very much. She means everything to me.

And so do you.

Now, please, as a favour to me, will you try and meet her halfway?

I'd do anything for you, Daddy. You know that.

Then try, will you? Just a little co-operation?

I promise.

Thank you, baby.

Are you going to Rome tomorrow? I have to. Important business.

I'm spending the day with Mr Templar.

He's going to show me Venice.

I'll ask Helen to come along.

That's my girl!

There's the Bridge of Sighs. Designed by a man called Contini around 1600.

Oh, isn't that beautiful?Gorgeous. It's very kind of you, Simon.

It's my pleasure. When do we eat lunch?

Hungry? Starving.

Have you got any more of that bird seed?

We don't have much. I'd better go get some more.

May I ask you a question? Go ahead.

Do you like Cathy?

Meaning: do I like her money? Oh, she's told you?

Well, that her mother left her a million dollars in trust.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be rude.

Well, she's young...

..rich, romantic, pretty.

She's easy prey for fortune hunters. You've a right to be worried.

Well, it hasn't been easy.

I only married John a year ago.

I'm not used to this role of heavy-handed stepmother.

I can see that.Cathy's mother died when she was eight.

All through her adolescence, she ran more or less wild.

John was busy in politics.

How did you meet him? After he became District Attorney.

I went to work for him as a secretary.

Cathy classifies me as 'an unfortunate office romance'.

I wouldn't put up with it, except...

You love him? Well, yes...

..and since Cathy means a great deal to him...

..well, she has to mean a great deal to me, too.

Please.

Ubaldo, what's the matter?

You've been acting so strange lately.

It's over, isn't it?

I thought you'd never get the message,

but since you finally have, yes, it's over.

Oh, don't say this.

I'm sick of the sight of you!

Don't look like this. You didn't expect it to last for ever, did you?

But I fell in love with you.

That's too bad.

Fortunati's coming. Now, get lost.

Oh, but you can't throw me out - not like this.

I already have.

I suppose I can take the clothes you gave me.

Or are you saving them for the next one?

Take the clothes. Take everything, but get lost!

I'll get back at you, lover... somehow.

What do you want? You.Back at the Palazzo tonight.

Nothing doing. I'm sick of it.

You're sick of it?

You puffed-up phoney.

I spent a fortune on that crummy Palazzo of yours.

Till I came along, even the rats had left.

Now it's the smartest gambling Palazzo in Venice.So what?

Your title has tourist value. That's what you're paid for.

If it wasn't for me, you'd be in the gutter by now.

You're going too far, Foots...

..and I'll talk.

About what?

You forget I'm the only man alive who knows about the Sefarano case.

Are you threatening me?

I'm kidding.

You'd better be.

What do you want me to do this time?

The usual princely routine, with a girl called Cathy Allardyce.

She's staying with her father and stepmother at the Royal Danieli.

Is she rich?

Very.

There's no problem. The old man's gone to Rome.

Go over this afternoon and pick her up.

Oh, and try to be charming.

That's what you're paid for.

Oh! So clumsy. Please forgive me.

Oh, it's nothing. I'm very, very sorry.

Oh, it's nothing, really.

You're so gracious. American?

Yes. Your first time in Venice?

Yes.

Enjoying it? Fabulous.

Surely, you're not alone?

No. I'm with my stepmother.

Perhaps it would amuse you if... Thank you.

For you, signorina?

Oh, no, thanks.

You were saying...?Oh, yes.

If you and your stepmother are free this evening,

it would give me great pleasure to entertain you.

Well, that's very kind of you.

You might meet some amusing people, and my Palazzo is at your disposal.

A select crowd, some champagne, dancing.

I do hope you will come.

Oh, boy. Five minutes alone, and another pick-up.

He's invited us to his house.

Oh, we've simply got to make Simon take us.

'Principe Ubaldo Tore Criscenzo.'

A real live prince.

I thought I told you to leave.

I'm flying home. Tomorrow.

But I need an aeroplane, if you don't mind.

There doesn't happen to be one until the morning.

Satisfied?

I'll have to be.

I can't wait for you to meet him.

I bet he can't wait to meet us, either.

If we run out of money, will they take traveller's cheques?

Give them half a chance, they'll take your girdle.

Signorina, I'm so honoured that you've come.

This is Mrs Allardyce. Tore Criscenzo.How do you do?

And this is Mr Templar. Delighted, signore.

Permit me to offer you so charming ladies some champagne.

Oh, thank you.

Peanuts. I beg your pardon?

Meaning: the big game is over there.

Allow me to show you.

Well, thank you, Miss...?

Call me Goldilocks. Everybody does.

Why should I be the exception? Indeed.

Cut.

Nothing.

Baccarat.

I bring you luck, amore.

Would you like some champagne?

Please.

But not here.

My villa, not far away, is more simpatico.

I'd adore it.

Scusi.

Cut.

Huit.

Excuse me, won't you?

Oh, this must be a dream.

Venice. Moonlight.

And a real live prince.

You'd make a beautiful princess, Cathy.

You really think so?

You're very beautiful.

Do you want to play another shoe, signore?

No, thank you. This is your lucky night.

I don't believe in pushing it. Merci.

Drop in again sometime. Thank you.

Cash or cheque, sir?

Your cheque?Yes. Cash, please.

Thank you, sir. Thank you.

Where's Cathy? Oh, she's around.

Look for the Prince and you'll find her.

Have you seen Prince Ubaldo? No, signore.

I deserve a drink, for bringing you luck.

I'm looking for the Prince. Oh, he's gone.

Oh? With the girl.

You're sure? I saw them leave.

Where's he taken her? Where he takes all of them.

The address?

For 800,000 lira.

Here's 400,000. You'll get the rest later...if you're telling the truth.

Of course.

More.

Yes, my princess.

I never dreamt she'd do it again. I feel so responsible for her.

Oh, it's not your fault.

I should have kept an eye on her.

But I got so involved in the game.

Here we are.

Cathy?!

I killed him.

Cathy, try and pull yourself together.

What happened?

I don't know.

He asked me here for some champagne.

I didn't see any harm in that. And I killed him.

Well, where did you get the gun?

What? Where did you get the gun?

I don't know. Well, it was in your hand.

I don't know. I swear.

We began to have...a lot of champagne...

..and I felt dizzy.

There were...there were two shots...

..and then he fell.

There seemed to be a...flash of light.

Light?

Like lightning struck.

I don't know.

Was there anybody here apart from you and Ubaldo?No.

Are you sure? Yeah.

Can you handle a launch? I think so.

Then get her out of here fast. But where?

Where I'm staying - at Don Battista Altamora's. Tell him I sent you.

I'll follow in Ubaldo's launch.

You leave your boat on the Rialto, where we stopped this morning.

There's a street called Calle de la Madonna.

At the end of the street is a church and a house - that's Don Battista's. Got that?

Yes. Good luck.

Here, my dear. Drink this.

Thank you.

Your rooms will be ready shortly.

Don Battista, we're putting you to so much trouble.

No. You are friends of Simon. That is enough.

You're very kind.

That will be Simon now. Scusi.

Oh, Helen, I'm so frightened.

I know, baby.So am I.

What'll happen to me?

Nothing. The champagne was doped.

Doped? By Ubaldo?

Who else? Well, why? For what reason?

Cathy, the light you spoke of - could it have been made by a flash-bulb?

I don't know. It's possible. Why?

Well, Cathy wasn't alone at Ubaldo's.

Somebody left shortly after we arrived.

With that motor boat we heard...?

Mmm.

It sounds to me like the old badger game.

Rich girl. Man. Compromising situation. Photographer.

Si, si. Ubaldo is known for this sort of thing.

Yes, but why the shooting?

Ah, it does not make sense.

Unless somebody wanted to frame Cathy for murder.

But I never saw Ubaldo before in my life.

What can we do, Simon?

Well, let's get some sleep. We'll talk again in the morning.

Is there any way we could get some clothes?

Well, I'll pick them up from the hotel.Oh, good. I'll get the key.

Come on, Cathy. Don't worry.

You were so doped, you couldn't see straight.

You couldn't hit a wall, let alone Ubaldo.

Well, Goldilocks.

I had to find you, amore,

and you did not give me your address.

So you found out the ladies' room number.

And put two and two together.

Which came to the 400,000 lira which I owe you.Mm-hm.

You don't have to count it. It's all there.

Well, Goldilocks, you really stirred the porridge this time.

What do you mean?

The old badger game.

Soft lights.

Sweet music.

A rich American girl.

A hot-eyed gigolo Prince.

Gets her into a compromising situation by feeding her doped champagne.

Then out steps a photographer and flash!

We're all set for a little blackmail.

You know, you're not only handsome.

You're brilliant.

I'm not going to argue with you.

Why did you tip me off? Money.

Oh, there was another reason. None.

Did the prince throw you out? I left. I'm sick of him.

Oh. Then you...won't be going to his funeral?

Funeral?

The prince is with his ancestors.

I don't believe it.

Bang-bang. Right through the heart.

You're trying to trick me.

Carlo hasn't the nerve.

Carlo?

Oh, nothing. I've said enough already.

Hold it. Tell me a little more, while we dance.

Oh, let me go.

Carlo who?

Carlo Zagetti.

Mm-hm. Address?

Calle Salita Tre Porte, number 4.

But Carlo couldn't have done it.

But who did? I don't know.

Foots Fortunati? No.

Come on. I'm not blind.

He left the Palazzo on the Prince's heels. Now, admit it.

Please, don't make me say any more. Just tell me why.

Oh, Ubaldo had something on him.

Something to do with the Sefarano case.

Ah, yes. La Contessa Sefarano, found dead on the beach after an orgy. Three years ago, wasn'tit?

Yes, and I won't say any more.

You don't have to.

Now it's Carlo's turn.

All right! No need to wake up the whole house!

I said in two hours!

Well, well. So, you are Carlo Zagetti?

What do you want?

Who killed Ubaldo? Oh, you talk crazy.

Fortunati? Get out, or I call the police.

You do that. I'll wait.

You were the flash of light, weren't you?

I don't know what you're talking about.Where are the pictures?

In the dark room. Through there. Let's get them.

Carlo dead?Foots, I did my best. I tried to save him.

Why is Simon Templar mixed up in this?

A friend of the Allardyces.

Well, I'll have to change my plans a bit.

Foots, can I ask you a question? What is it?

What have you got against the Allardyce girl?

Nothing. Nothing at all.

I don't understand.

It's her father I want. John Allardyce.

But not quick.

I want him to eat his heart out bit by bit every day for the rest of his life.

It's incredible. Why should this man...Foots Fortunati.

Why should he wanna do this to me? I never even heard of him.

Don Battista...

What do you know about him?

Six years ago, he was deported from America.

Prince Ubaldo was broke.

Fortunati took over his Palazzo, turned it into a smart casino.

With the Prince as a front man?

Si, si. His title attracted the tourists.

But there is something else.

Oh?

Fortunati was questioned about the murder of the Countess Sefarano.

He was never charged, but the police are still working on it.

Well, I think the police should be working on this.

After all, Cathy is innocent.

Signora...

If Fortunati is behind this,

it is most dangerous.

He has many friends in high places.

What do you suggest?

I have a little place in the village where I was born.

San Michele di Fugazza. It is 80 kilometres from here.

They would be safe there.

When could I take them?

I will take them in the morning.

It is better that you are not seen leaving Venice.

Fortunati has spies everywhere.

Don Altamora? Si.

The ladies - they are the Signora and Signorina Allardyce?

Yes. What of it?

The Signorina is wanted for questioning.

Oh, no!

You are not one of the regular Carabinieri round here.

Let me go! Get your hands off me!

Stop it, please!

Just let me go!

Well, just a few minutes and no more.Thank you.

Just a few minutes, and he mustn't tire himself with talk. Understood?

Yes, Sister.

It is not as bad as it looks.

I'm sorry I involved you in this.

Simon...

I am a fanatic for justice.

Experience has taught me

that justice is often served better outside the law.

Have you any news of the ladies?

None, I'm afraid.

But we'll find them.

These men - did you get a look at them?

There were four, perhaps five.

One of them was big, very big.

Another was short and dark.

It was all so quick.

How did they know where to find you?

Did you tell anyone where you were going?

The staff at the pensione.

It is not easy to keep secrets from them.

Can you trust them?They have all been with me for years.

Well, Fortunati knew I was staying with you.

He could have had your house watched.

It is possible.

Signore...

Yes, Sister.

Don't worry. We'll sort it out.

Tread softly, Simon.

Watch out for the law.

With my third eye.

Signor Templar?

Yes.

Guido Gambetti. Police.

What can I do for you, Commandatore?

Solo Ispettore, for the moment.

But with your help...

About what? Several things.

But we begin with Don Battista Altamora.

What about Don Battista?

We do not like what happened to him.

He's a greatly respected lawyer.

An old friend.

It's like...like attacking a policeman.

I agree. I thought you would.

We have questioned him, but he answers nothing.

You think I could tell you more?

I'll give you three reasons why a man won't talk to the police.

One is fear.

Two: antipathy.

We know that these do not apply to Don Battista.

And the third?

He is covering up for someone.

Meaning me? Your reputation goes before you.

You flatter me.

Only if you work with us. But I'm sure you will.

I promise. Good.

You see, someone tampered with the evidence in Ubaldo's villa.

No?Yes, the gun, the bottle of champagne, the glasses.

Wiped free of fingerprints.

By the murderer? By you, perhaps.

You're joking?

I warn you... Scusi, Signore.

I warn you - do not take the law into your own hands.

Even with Fortunati.

Fortunati? Si, Fortunati.

It is said that Venice is sinking into the mud.

That is something for the engineers to solve.

But when it starts to wallow in the filth of a deported gangster, that is my problem.

Well, what are you doing about it? I'm watching and waiting.

At the moment, I have only a suspicion.

Without proof, my hands are tied.

And you want me to furnish that proof?

I would light 12 candles to you, if you could.

Hm? You are known as the Saint.

All right. I'll do my best.

Thank you.

By the way...

Why does Fortunati have his knife into Cathy Allardyce?

Why not ask John Allardyce?

He's on his way back to Venice.

Yes, I know.

I suggested it. Ciao, Ispettore.

Arrivederci.

Helen...

This is all my fault. I'm sorry.

It's a little late for apologies.

What are they gonna do with us?

Can't you guess?

Ransom?

They're gonna take your father for every nickel he has in the world.

And he'll pay it.

And you don't think I'm worth it.

What does it matter what I think?

We'll be dead-broke, just because you can't exercise a little... self-control.

How long are you gonna keep us here?

I've been told to say nothing.

Well, have you been in touch with my father?

Thanks.

I'll handle her.My father will pay you whatever you want,

but please let us out of here!

It's not money I'm after. Oh, I don't want your old man's dough.

Well, what do you want?

I want him to spend every cent he's got looking for you.

You'll be alive, but he'll never find you.

But why? Why?

It's an old story. An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.

Take her back.

They want a ransom, obviously. I don't think so.

Well, what do they want?

Believe me, Simon - I've never even heard of this Prince Ubaldo.

Have you heard of Foots Fortunati?

What did you say?

Foots Fortunati.

Yes.

Some years ago, I sent his brother Angelo to jail for life.

Two years later, another man confessed, but it was too late to do anything about it.

Why?

A month earlier, Angelo made a break. He was killed.

Well, that explains a great deal. It's a vendetta.

One of the more charming principles of the Mafia.

Well, I'm going to the police.

I wouldn't do that. Why not?

Fortunati's so mad for revenge, he'd shoot them on the spot, before the police could save them.

Well, how would you handle it?

Pay Foots a visit.

When you going to open up again?

When we've observed the decencies.

The Palazzo is closed in mourning for his late highness.

We wouldn't wanna offend local sensibilities, would we?

I am thinking more about the woman.

What are you gonna do, Foots? That's a good question.

Bring the girl up here.

Foots wants you.

What for? He will tell you.

Come on! All right! You don't have to paw me!

Good evening. Simon?

Where's Helen?I don't know. They took her someplace upstairs.

One down, two to go. Out.

What are you doing?

I've waited a long time for this, and I'm going to enjoy it.

Get me another box, will you? OK, Foots.

Back to the hotel - fast. What about Helen?

She's next. Don't worry.

I've just been busting to see you again.

I didn't know you cared.

The gun. Which end first?

Move.

Hi, Foots. Sorry to drop in without phoning. I hope it's not inconvenient.

I found him in the hall.

Well, we'd better have a nice, friendly little chat.

Well, at least Cuba's good for something.

Well, enjoy it. It may be your last.

Toni!

Is he the big one, rather ugly? Uglier than him.

Toni?

He can't hear you. What do you mean?

He's in orbit. I put him there.

And by this time, Cathy should be back at the hotel.

You're bluffing.

Have it your way.

Go and see.

Lovely aroma.

Well, by now, two down and one to go.

What are you talking about? Oh, sorry.

Bad habit of mine - thinking out loud.

Now, get this, Templar. If that girl's gone, you're dead.

Oh, I don't think so. You don't?No.

You remember the Sefarano case?

What about it? Well, when you killed Ubaldo,

you overlooked one or two things, like: he'd written it all down,

including photographs...

and I have them.

You're bluffing again.

All in an envelope, with the usual interested third party,

who, if I don't make the usual phone call by a certain time,

will hand them over to the police, one Ispettore Gambetti.

I really don't believe it.

I thought you mightn't,

so I had photostat copies made.

You might try a little butter on it.

Now, let's talk business.

That can wait.

Where's Mrs Allardyce? I'm right here, and don't move.

Foots, take his gun.

A very good entrance.

You're not surprised?

Somebody led them to Don Battista. I ruled out Cathy. It had to be you.

A bluff. Invisible ink.

You're very clever. Oh, it's nothing.

You know, I was in love with Angelo Fortunati.

My kid brother.I adored him, and we were gonna be married,

but John Allardyce put him in jail.

Where he died. Trying to escape.

And why not? He was innocent.

Another guy confessed when it was too late,

when Angelo was dead.

So, you and Foots have all this time been twisting up your hatred, waiting your chance?

Uh-uh. Making our chance.

And you married Allardyce, hating him.

I swore I'd get even...

and I will.

What was that?

Attenzione!

Foots!

It didn't... work, did it?

Helen.

She gave her life for the man she loved.

She was like that.

Brave, generous, fine.

Psst!

She gave her life for the man she loved?

You could put it that way...

if you were kind, Ispettore.

Then I will.

Psst.

Now I know why people call you the Saint.

Well, that makes two of us, Commendatore.