All language subtitles for The Saint -- 3x02 -- Lida

Excuse me.

Thank you.

When it's raining in London, snowing in New
York, or the postman has dropped income tax

demand through the
door, or there's an irate

husband banging on it,
there's only one thing to do.

You pack a suitcase full of money, and
you hop on the next plane to the Bahamas.

Here you'll find warm seas, cool
drinks, high living, and low taxes.

What more could any man ask?

See what I mean?

I couldn't get leave if
the line was engaged.

Oh, don't worry.

The plane doesn't leave until tomorrow.

I thought maybe tonight the
three of us could have dinner.

Oh, it's very nice of you.

It'll be my pleasure.

How long has it been
since you've seen Leda?

Five, six years.

I find she's changed a lot.

Oh, how?

I don't know.

She's just not like my sister anymore.

You know, in the last few months
she's been acting so strangely.

What were you?

Well, she just seems
frightened and worried.

Honestly, Simon, I've tried to help,
but she just doesn't want to talk about it.

You think she might talk to me?

Oh, I'd be so grateful if you'd try.

There's one person in
the world she can trust.

It's the famous Simon Templar.

Hello?

Did you get it?

Yes, I've got it.

You know what to do, don't you?

Of course I know what to do.

I've been through it before, haven't I?

Well, don't be late.

Simon?

This won't be the finish, won't it?

I mean, you promised it'd be the last time.

We always keep our promises, Mrs. Verity.

You just do as you're told
and we'll get along fine.

Now remember, 10 o'clock.

Don't be late.

You always come barging
into a room without knocking.

I'm sorry, I just didn't think.

Least I could have a little
privacy in my own home.

Oh, Joanie, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to snap at you.

It's just that...

Never mind.

Lida, what's wrong?

Nothing, nothing at all.

There must be something.

I mean, you've been so tense lately.

Oh, don't worry about it.

I can't help worrying.

If there's something on
your mind, I want to help you.

Well, you can't knock on anybody else.

Then there is something.

No!

Oh, look, Joanie, will you stop
asking me all these questions?

All right, all right.

I won't say another word.

Guess what?

Simon Templar here.

Really?

I ran into him today at the club.

And you know what?

He's taking us out to dinner tonight.

Joan.

Sorry.

I can't make it.

You said you were free this evening.

Well, something's come up.

I've got a date at 10 o'clock.

Here, set me, will you?

Who is?
- A friend.

Well, obviously the name I'm interested in.

Oh, for God's sake, Joan, will
you stop cross-questioning me?

All I asked was you.

You were going out.

Well, surely that's not cross-questioning.

I'm busy.
Let's leave it at that.

Lida, could Simon help?

You just won't take no
for an answer, will you?

I don't want you or Simon or
anybody else meddling in my affairs.

All right, you needn't shout.

If I don't shout, you don't get a point.

All right, so I've got myself in a mess.

I'll get myself out.

I don't want any help or any
interference from anybody,

and I don't know how to put
it any more plain than that.

You just, just mind your own
business and leave me alone.

Maurice?

Maurice!

Maurice!

How nice to see you!

Maurice!

Have they been on to you again?

Yes!

Tell me, what happened?

Last time, I told them I
couldn't raise any more money,

and I thought they'd leave me alone,
and then the phone call started again.

Come on, sit down a moment.

Now, tell me, what are
they want now?

This.

Are you going to give it to them?

They said it settled the count.
They promised.

Well, then give it to them.

It'll be worth it, won't it, to be free?

I'll never be free.

There'll be just one more payment on
and on and on until there's nothing left.

Oh, Maurice, you've got to help me.

But how?

I haven't any money.

No, not that.

I want you to come with me
and help me find out who it is.

Lida, that's impossible.

Dangerous.

If they thought for one minute that
you were trying to double cross them,

they'd ruin you.

I don't care anymore.

No, but I do, very much.

Lida, I can't stand
seeing you hurt like this,

but it won't go on for
much longer, believe me.

However bad this may seem,
it's better than the alternative.

I just don't know what to do anymore.
I can't think.

Here, here, dry your eyes.

Look, it'll be just this
one more time, Lida,

and then we can start making plans.

I'll get you away from here,
somewhere where they can't touch you.

Do you really mean it?

Of course I do.

I want to be with you more
than anything else in the world.

That's very touching.

But you have a date, Maurice, remember?

Get out of here!

I'm waiting for you, honey.

She's beautiful,
isn't she?

Very.

You still no idea what's
troubling her?

None at all.

Whatever it is, you certainly
didn't exaggerate the effect on her.

She passed me on the road tonight,

driving as though all the
hounds in hell were after her.

Cheers.

We'd had a row before she left.

She flared up when I tried to talk to her.

Come on, we've plenty of time.

Let's sit down and you tell me
all you know about your sister.

Everything that happened.

Well, tonight was the
first time she came out into

the open and admitted
that something was wrong.

I barged into the room.

She'd been on the telephone
and she snapped my head off.

I asked her if I could help.

She said neither I nor
anybody could help her.

She said she'd got herself
into some rotten mess

and that only she
could get herself out of it.

I mean, I even suggested
if you could help her.

Good evening, Mrs. Verity.

Welcome aboard.

Hello, Bosun.

Don't put it far away.

I'll be leaving shortly after ten.

Aye, aye, ma'am.

Good evening, miss.

Mrs. Verity, how nice to see you again.
- Mr. Van.

Are you alone or will you be
joining some of these?

Alone.

A beautiful woman should never be alone.

May I get you a drink?

You're very kind, but I won't be here long.

As you wish.

Peter, how are you?

Come on, what's the
matter with her? Usual, Mrs.

Verity?

What?

Yes.

What time is it?

Quarter to ten, ma'am.

Your change, Mrs. Verity.

The picture will be ready in half an hour.

Are you playing tonight, Mrs.

Verity? No.

No, not tonight.

... rouge.

Pay, and go.

And so I'm convinced
she's in some sort of terrible

trouble, but she just
refuses to talk about it.

Hello?

Hello, Joan?

Yes, Lida.

Is Simon there? Yes, he is.

Just a second.

It's Lida for you.

Lida?

Simon.

Oh, thank God.

Listen, I need your help desperately.

I haven't got much time.
I've only got till ten o'clock.

Where are you?
- Captain Kidd's Club.

Captain Kidd's Club? Yes, I know it.

I'll be there in fifteen minutes.

What's the matter?

I'll tell you about it in the car.

Something I can do for you, Mrs.

Verity? No.

No, thank you.

Didn't she give you any
idea what was wrong?

No, just the time was running out fast.

Is Mrs. Verity inside?

I don't know for sure, sir.

I didn't see her leave, but
then I have been pretty busy.

I don't see her.

Check the gaming hall,
then the powder room.

Good evening, sir. You would
like a table for two? - No, thanks.

I'm looking for Mrs. Verity.

Mrs. Verity?
I don't think she's here tonight.

But Captain Holt at the door said she was.

It's possible.
I don't see everybody that comes and goes.

Well, you wouldn't mind if I looked
for her, would you? I said Mrs.

Verity isn't here tonight.

Now, I don't want any trouble, but...

But you won't, have any, as
long as you keep on in my way.

The troupe here saw her about
ten minutes ago, but not since then.

Let's check up a car store, then.

Say it!

Should I get a
doctor? Don't bother.

Call the police she's dead.

Why? Why would
she do it?

I wonder.

I called out her, but she didn't answer.

Just walked right past
us, almost in a daze.

You were very good friends with Mrs.
Verity.

Sure.

Did she show any
particular signs of distress?

I may be wrong, Inspector, but she
looked to me as though she'd been crying.

Well, thank you very much.
You've been very helpful.

Is that all? Can we go
now? Yes, of course.

If you just give my
sergeant your address,

you'll probably be called for the inquest.

Sorry to have kept you waiting.

Well, I think I've got all
the information I need now.

Why did she have to do it here?

This sort of publicity
could ruin my business.

A certain amount of inconvenience is
inevitable with suicide in a public place.

She's so guilty.

She needed me and somehow I
should have made her tell me why.

Suppose you are convinced it
is suicide, Inspector?

Of course.

Everyone who saw her tonight
agrees that she was very disturbed.

She'd been gambling pretty heavily in the
last few months, losing most of the time.

I hold her IOUs for nearly 2,000 pounds.

But she was a wealthy woman.
2,000 pounds wasn't that important to her.

At least I don't think it was.

The coroner will want to see those IOUs.

Anytime.

Well, I think that about ties it up.

Naturally you'll all be
expected to attend the

hearing, but it'll be
no more than formality.

All neat and tidy and a rubber
stamp marks the case closed.

I don't look for trouble where
none exists, Mr. Templar.

I'm afraid I'll have to
ask you to come down

to headquarters to
make a formal statement.

Yes, of course.

And you too, Mr. Templar, as you found the
body, wild horses wouldn't give me away.

I'll finish up here, meet you
in my office in 20 minutes.

Thompson!

Shall we?

Oh, Astor Pan, take her to bed.

I might want to talk to you.

I heard about your sister, Miss.

I'm very sorry, she was a fine lady.

Thank you very much.
- Her car is still here.

Would it help if I brought
it out to the house?

Can you manage all right with that?

Not this? Oh, it's only a gimmick.

I'll have it out as soon
as I finish closing here.

Thanks, we'd appreciate it.

Thank you.

Then if you'll just sign it for me.

And what now, Inspector?

What do you suggest?

We might consider why a woman who intended
killing herself telephoned me for help.

There's an old axiom in
police work, Mr. Templar.

You can never figure a suicide,
particularly apt in this instance.

That's a nice handy phrase for covering
up things you don't want to know about.

You've been sniping
at me all night, Templar.

If you've something on
your mind, let's have it.

I'm afraid I can't offer
you any concrete evidence,

but every instinct I have tells me
there's something very, very wrong.

For heaven's sake, look at the facts.

She was upset, she owed money.

The position of the wound corresponds
with the way the gun was held.

Yes, and you'll find powder
burns on her dress and the paraffin

and the fingerprint test will
prove that she held the gun.

Exactly.
I'm dealing with facts, not instincts.

Congratulations.

I don't think we've anything
further to discuss, Mr. Templar.

I think he means the interview is over.

By the way, have you checked
where Leaver got the gun?

It's being dealt with.
These things take time.

That's well, I can see you're not
going to break into a gallop over this,

so you won't mind if I do a
little private prowling around.

I shall mind very much.
I know your reputation, Templar.

If you put one foot
over the line of the law,

I'll have you off this
island in minutes.

Tell me never went wrong. Why
was she killed? Easy, Morris.

Easy, baby.

Accidents happen in our
business just like in any other.

Well, they hang you
for accidents like this.

The boss must have gone crazy.

Why, I don't think the
boss would like that.

You know, I don't
think he'd like it at all.

I don't care what he would like.

Look, we had something good going
for us here, and now he laughs it up.

You're going chicken on us, baby.

Now listen, I don't have to take
that sort of thing from you, you punk.

Real tough cookie,
aren't you? I'm scared.

I'm real scared.

I ought to pick your head in.

Yeah, why don't you do that?

And I'll scar that pretty
little face of yours.

Would you like that, Morris? Hey, baby?

I'm not going to get
tied up in any killing.

Get that? Sure.

Sure, like I said,
you're going chicken.

My part of the deal is to set
up the rich dames, that's all.

I'm not going to hang around here
and end up on a murder charge.

What are you going to do, Morris?

I'm going to take the
first plane to the States,

and I want my share
of the take before I go.

There wasn't any take tonight.
She didn't have the bracelet with her.

What are you trying to pull?

She came round to my house
before she went to the club,

and she had the bracelet
with her then because I saw it.

It wasn't around when
the boss was with her.

You're a liar. Now listen, I want my share.

And you can tell the boss if he's not
waiting for me when I get to the airport,

I might write a short
farewell note to the cops.

Understand?

I want my money.

Here. Pebbles.

Mr. Kerr just left.

I think he's getting
too loose at the mouth.

Then why don't you do something about it?

I'll call you later.

I just can't believe she's dead.

So much of her in this room.

I wish it was something more
substantial, an atmosphere.

Something to give us a lead.

This is so hopeless. Where does one begin?

There's nothing in these letters.

Let's have a look in the safe.

It's funny it's open.

She's been drawing out
large amounts of cash.

16,000 pounds in the last two months.

That's to pay her gambling debts.

Yes, but gambling's impulsive.

These are in two weekly underhorses.

You mean blackmail?

Well, certainly, but who?

What do they have on her?

It's the Bosun's Lida's car.

Bosun?

I seem to come in,
I'd like a word with him.

Hi, Bosun.

If you've got a minute,
you may be able to help me.

Yes, anything, sir.

Which way did you drive out here?

Oh, the coast road, it's a straight run.

That's what I thought.

I passed Mrs. Verity's car on the
airport road earlier this evening.

That would take a mile out of her way.

That tires her.

What does? Something Mrs.

Verity left in the car.

Maybe I should show it to the
police, let them take care of it.

Would you like to tell me about it?

I don't want money.

Look, I told you I liked Mrs. Verity.

I just want to help.

So does Mr. Templar.

Found this on the seat of the car.

M.K.

Hmm.

A man called Morris Kerr
brought it to the club a few times.

He lives out on the airport road.

Records have traced the
gun, it belongs to a Morris Kerr.

Well, that's something.

Thompson, get my car.

The big us you're leading.

Who the devil are you?

What do you want?

I'm the laundry man,
this is yours, isn't it?

It's got my initials on, I suppose it is.

So what?

It was found in the lead of Verity's car.

Oh, possibly.

I saw quite a bit of it for a while.

Did you see it tonight?

No.

And I don't have to answer your questions.

Who are you?

I'm afraid I don't have a card.

The name's Simon Templar.

The Saint.

Now look, I don't know how
you come to be involved in this,

but I had nothing to do
with what happened tonight.

Keep talking.

I've got nothing more to say.

Oh, you'll think of something, try.

Get out of here!

Morris, one way or
another, you're going to talk.

Do we have to go through the dreary
business of a rough house or not?

Right, now start talking.

I had nothing to do with lead of
Verity's killing, honest to God I didn't.

You are blackmailing us.

No, no, not me.

Who then?
- I don't know.

We're after the races again, aren't we?

No, I got a cut!

But the others did all the fixing.

I just set her up.

How?

Well, I got to know a club
and I met her a few times

and then I invited her
back here for drinks.

That's a pretty familiar ring.

The drinks were loaded, I suppose.

Yes, well, it's not a new racket.

We've traded on nearly a dozen women.

All rich and all married.

Yes.

All right, Morris, let's have the
sickening details about lead of Verity.

Well, I don't bleed as drinks
and after she'd passed out,

we took some compromising photographs.

Which you threatened
to send to her husband.

Yes, he's in England on a business trip.

I know it's a pretty lousy
business, but it paid off.

She didn't know that I was involved.

She thought I was being blackmailed, too.

Right.

What, the negatives and the prints?

I don't know where they are.

They're in the mood for stalling.

Look, I swear I don't know
where they keep them.

I had nothing to do
with that side of things.

Who are they, Morris?

Who did the killing?

Look, I'll do a deal with you.

I'll tell you names, places, everything.

And you put me on the
plane first thing in the morning.

I'd rather do a deal
with a plague-infested rat

instead of what you are
until you tell me everything.

No, no, not my face. No, please, not again.

I know this sounds cliché,
but you've got the wrong man.

Turn around and walk towards the house.

Well, one thing's quite certain.

Unless Kerr was a contortionist,
he didn't commit suicide.

Well, Mr. Templar,
looks like you were right.

I have got myself a killer.

You.

Did Kerr tell you anything
before you killed him?

That's a neatly loaded question.

I want an answer.

If you're that keen, I suggest you get
out the bright lights and the rubber hoses.

I don't think you realize the
seriousness of your position, Templar.

You mean the murder charge.

Now, come on, Inspector.

You were right, Mr. Templar.

You haven't got enough evidence
to hang a parking ticket on me.

You were seen running out of the house.

And there your case ends.

No gun, no motive, no anything.

All right, all right.

Now, let's play it from the front.

Kerr is dead.

I want to know who killed him and why.

Oh, I don't know.

Why?

Because he was getting ready to talk.

About what?

Lida Verity's murder.

Kerr was mixed up in a blackmail racket.

Then when Lida Verity was killed,

he got chicken and wanted to pull out.

Do you know who was in it with him?

No.

Kerr was about to tell me
when one of the gentlemen

in question appeared out
the window and shot him.

It's not a lot to go on.

Thompson, get the fingerprint
and ballistics boys out here.

They're on their way now.

Well, if you two are going to play
detectives, I'll be running along.

There's a plane leaves for
New York at 10 in the morning.

I'll send a man to make sure you're on it.

There's carefully worded innuendos
that go right over my head, Inspector.

I told you earlier tonight
to keep out of this.

It's not your business.

What was your wrong, Inspector?

I'll give you a few very good
reasons why it is my business.

One of them, Lida Verity, was my friend.

I don't like blackmail.

And what's more, I dislike

being used for target practice.

So you can send not as many men as you like
in the morning to the airport, Inspector,

but I am not setting
one foot off this island

until the murderer is nailed.

Templar!

Templar!

I'd give my eye teeth
to get something on him.

Policemen all over the
world feel the same way.

Well, let's get this thing wrapped up.

If Templar wants a
killer, let's find him one.

Good.

I hate to say this, but it looks
like the Saint's little plan is working.

Plan? What do you mean, plan?

The way he kept needling him.

I think he wanted to make you so angry

that you really move in.

I'll look through this.

You make a start in the bedroom.

I've got John.

Keep talking.

Couldn't do a thing, Mr. Templar.

Both are gone. It's another chance.

Do you know them?

Never saw them before.

Right, now, start from the beginning.

We were waiting for you to come back.

The doorbell rang, John
answered if he thought it was you.

In they barged, tied me up,

and dragged John off.

It was all over in two minutes.

Did they say
anything? Not a word.

These are pros, Mr. Templar.

Didn't waste a second.

Here, drink this.

Thanks.

I need to that. How
are you feeling? Lousy.

I'll let you down, Mr. Templar.

Should have been able to help you some.

Don't worry about that now.

Important things to get John back.

Yeah, sure, if we only knew how to start.

The club would be a good beginning.

That's where Kerr made his contacts,

where Leda was murdered.

You think Esteban was in on this?

He went to an awful lot of trouble
to stop me seeing Leda tonight.

Let's ask him.

Hello, Templar.

Now, hear me good.

I'm just going to see this once.

Mrs. Verity was going to bring
along a bracelet to us tonight.

We didn't get it.

But we know who did.

Do you? Tell me who.

Don't play dumb with me, baby.

You were the first on the scene.

I had plenty of time to lift
it before anybody got you.

Is that what you were after when
you tried to gun me at Kerr's house?

What else?

We want the bracelet.

If we don't get it,

..June Wingate will end up.

Simon, he means it!

Simon, give it to him,
please, otherwise he'll kill me.

Joan, can you hear me?

Do like the lady says, Mr. Templar.

I'll call you later to tell you.

Got that?

Yeah.

We've got no choice, have we?

What does that mean, knuckle under?

Quicker the better.

It's a sure way of getting Joan killed.

Once they've got what they want,
she'll be of no further use to them.

And could identify them?

They've killed twice tonight once
more won't make any difference.

Mr. Templar, I know, but what do we do?

We find her and fire.

That's Esteban's office.

Looks like he waited up for me in
the beating lad. How do we get in?

There's a window round the back.

Lead the way.

Come on.

You're pretty handy with a sword

and the butt end of a gun, aren't you?

What do you expect?
Somebody breaks into my club,

I'm not going to stand
around asking questions.

Sounds reasonable. What
do you want? - Compensation.

Everybody I try to talk to
on this island gets killed.

First Lida Verity, then Maurice Kerr.

It's very frustrating.

Kerr, he's dead?

You didn't know?

No, how should I? When? How?

Buy a morning paper and read all about it.

What are you doing?

You know the guy I didn't even deal with?

I didn't kill him.

Not with any gun.

We're going to play a fast
game of question and answer.

Why were you so anxious to
stop me finding Lida Verity?

That's not true.

The fact that it hasn't been fired

in a long time doesn't mean
it can't be fired right now.

All right, all right.

Listen, lots of women come to my club.

The men that bring them
are not always their husbands.

I'm profoundly shocked.

Mrs. Verity had been up here
a few times with Maurice Kerr.

I thought maybe you were a
private detective or something.

You were trying to protect her?

I didn't want any trouble.
She was a good customer.

Spent a lot of money here.

Part of that money
blackmail?

Blackmail? No.

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

I'm inclined to believe you, Esteban.

Do you have some sort of deal with Kerr?

He brought women to the club.

I paid them a small commission
on the money they lost at the tables.

Men like him make their living that way.

I was just pin money.

I was wrong about you. I'm sorry.

You should be.

Don't get me wrong. I'm not apologizing.

I'm sorry because with you in the
clear, I don't have one single lead.

You'll have to give them the bracelet.

Welcome back. How's
the head?

Well, it hurts.

Look, we better get back to the house.

That's where they'll call when
they're ready to make the trade.

The next move's up to them. Let's go.

This yours? No. Pebbles.

He has the photograph concession here.

What name? Sanchez. Harry Sanchez.

What did you just call him? Oh, Pebbles.

Sort of nickname.

It's usually a nickname reserved
for people who wear their glasses.

Sure. Sanchez wears them all the time.

I'm blind as a bat without them.

What's the big deal?

Photographs were found
of the black male racket

and the man who tried to take a shot of me
at Kerr's house was wearing thick glasses.

Where does he live? Down on North Quay.

143.

You know where that is? Sure.

Want to go there?

What if it's another false lead?

I know you're only trying to stall.

I'll have to give them
the bracelet back, won't I?

Open your gate up.

Using my club for the black male racket.

Stinking rats.
They didn't even give me a stinking penny.

143 is right across the street.

Looks like a nice neighborhood.

They should tear it down and build a slum.

Do you want me to come with you?

One way or another, you
had a pretty tough night.

You stay here. If I'm not out
in ten minutes, call the cops.

All right.

Good luck. Thanks.

144.

My glasses!

I can't see you.

Now, isn't that too bad?
Now, where's the girl?

Where is she?

Sharon?

Simon, thank God you're here.

He said if I didn't give him
the bracelet, he'd kill me.

That's why I had to find you.
I haven't got it.

But he said you did.

I know what they said. Leena must
have hidden it before they got to her.

I don't understand about this,
but let's get out of this place.

Person's in the car downstairs. Tell him to
drive you home and then come back for me.

Yes, but please don't go.

You're looking for these, baby?

Going to turn me in?

In a little while, but first
I want the photographs

you were using to
blackmail Lida Verity.

Those along with any others you've got.

Give me a break, will you?

Oh, you can have the
photographs, only just give

me a chance to get
off the island, will you?

The only break you're getting
is I'm not throttling you right now.

Are you going to give
me those pictures? Yeah.

Where are they?

They're over there.

Well, let's get behind.

Those are my ledgers.
There is where they come from.

Mrs. Verity is dead now, of
course, but there are others.

They pay grew, darling. You
might like to have a little cuddle that.

Do you think?

You never give up, do you?

What are you doing?
They're worth a fortune.

Well, you're going, baby.
You won't need money.

Now, who else is in this with you?

There's nobody else. It's just me and Kurt.

Oh, yes, there's somebody else.

Someone who killed Lida Verity.
Now, who is it?

Yes. Yes, as a matter of fact, there is.

You want to know who he is? Why
don't you ask him? He's right behind you.

Oh, my Irish buddy.

Surprised?

No, I figured it was you.

There was me thinking you had me
tabbed as the wide-eyed innocent Irish boy.

Things happened a little too conveniently
when you were around, you Irish lowlife.

That's a terrible thing to say to a
fellow who's kissed a brownie stone.

They should have
shoved it down your throat.

There's no sense in
standing here trading insults.

Now, you've ruined a
perfectly good little business.

I can't let you away with it.

You ruined it yourself
when you killed Lida.

Yeah, that was a shame.

She was supposed to leave the bracelet on
the bench and then go back into the club.

And instead she was
waiting for you with a gun.

That's it.

We had a struggle.
She had the gun when it went off.

It wasn't too difficult to
make it look like suicide.

How are you going to
account for my killing?

That wouldn't look like suicide.

Oh, I've thought about that, too.

I told you I was coming here to
help you and then send her home.

When I came here, Pebble said, kill you.

So naturally, I had to shoot him.

What do you mean?

What do you mean?
- Just that.

Never liked them very much.

That's the beauty of this business.

Most companies have got
to give their employees a

gold watch or something
when they get with them.

You're tying up the ends.

Well, it was always very neat.

Didn't do a very neat job there.

Need any help?

You have an immaculate
sense of timing, Inspector.

How did you know I was here?

Well, I'd like to say it was
smart, efficient police work.

Unfortunately, it's not true.

We've had a tail on you
ever since you left Curse.

It's a big consolation
to know that the police

were placed at hand if
the person had killed me.

You seem to do very well without us.

Thank you.

And since you've sold my
case for me, there'll be no

need to miss the ten
o'clock plane in the morning.

I won't promise anything, Inspector.

There is just one more thing.

Thank you.

Mr. Templar.

Inspector.

Revisiting the scene of the crime.

Well, I just wanted to make sure
there was nothing you'd overlooked.

And was there?

No, you can put your rubber
stamp out closed on the case.

Mr. Templar, the bracelet, please.

I saw you put it in your pocket.

I had one of the pleasure
of giving it to Joan myself.

Well, I don't see that I
need deny you that pleasure.

But I'll come with you just in case.

Thank you, Inspector.

In fact, I'll stay the night.

See you on that plane in the morning.

The whole night.

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