All language subtitles for The Saint -- 3x07 -- The Loving Brothers

You know, I'm thinking
of writing a book called

''How to Be Happy in
the Australian Outback'',

with a broken feed pipe.

You may think because I've run
into trouble, I've run out of ideas.

You're wrong, I haven't.

I have a number of avenues open to me.

I can either stop a passing kangaroo and
hop a lift,

or I can send the kangaroo off

to take a welding course and
come back in three months.

Or I can see if there's
anybody around here,

which I should have
thought of in the first place.

Kinsall Mining Company, danger
keep out private, this means you.

Yes, sir, Australia's a
big country, matched in

size only by the greatness
of its people's hearts.

They're large and friendly.

Anybody around?

Anybody around?

Hey, get up, and go and
put your hands up too.

See what I mean? Large and friendly.

What did you say?

I said friendly.

Why should I be friendly to
someone trespassing on my property?

Now, who are you?

The name is Templar.

Never heard of you.

Simon Templar.

Now, you know you're not going to shoot
me, so why not put that thing down, hm?

Come on, come on, out you get, out you get.

If you see my sign, it says keep out.

Of course I saw your sign, I can read.

Yes, when my sign says
keep out, it means just that.

I don't want no one snooping
around, do you understand?

Will you stop poking me with that thing?
I'm not snooping around.

This is a mine, friend, not a
flaming highway. It's private property.

The fact is my land rover's broken down.

I've got a broken feed pipe
now. If you've got a small piece

of tubing, I'll try and get it
fixed and I'll be on my way.

You sure you're not working for Grove?

Grove? Who's Grove?

Grove's the square that wants
my mine, he ain't going to get it.

It's my strike.

There's going to be any millionaires
around here, it's going to be me.

Well, now you look here, Mr... Kinsall.
Kinsall of the Kinsall Mining Company.

I'm the president.

Well, Mr. President...

There, there's Linda.

There's Linda.

This is his part.

Yes, this is.

So have you got the rifle out for?

I wonder if no one's
trying to pinch my mine.

Yeah, well, you just put it
away before you hurt yourself.

Yeah, but Linda...
You in trouble, mister?

Well, I've got a little
problem with my car.

I was hoping to get some help.

Oh, I'd be glad to tell you
to Stoney Creek. It's not far.

Well, that's very kind of you.

Get a rope out of the
back if you pull in front.

All right.

Are you two popped? It's time for lunch.

Yes, I've been a millionaire
twice, Mr. Templar.

Two famous strikes have made me time.

Yeah.

Spent a lot of money. Two fortunes.

Just blew them both.

But this mine, this mine's
going to be the daddy of them all.

Congratulations.

This mine is going to make my two sons
the proudest boys in the Commonwealth.

They're going to be proud of me.

Real proud.

Tell me about the girl.

Yeah, Lindy. Yeah, Hanson.

Lindy Anderson. You call her Lindy.
Everybody else does.

She's the finest bush nurse
I've ever seen in my life.

She's a beauty. Yep.

Yeah, she made someone a lovely wife.

Kind of girl I wish my
boys would have married.

Oh, you don't like their wives?

Oh, they're a bit of cows.

Of course the boys ain't
angels either, you know.

Fight with themselves
all day and every day.

Yeah, they do very well
down in Sydney, you know.

Yeah, property business.
Yeah, they've got their own companies.

Yeah, they're rich.

Yes.

Yeah, the boys are going
to back me with the mine.

Oh, you need capital?

Sure, I ain't a flaming millionaire
right this very minute, you know.

Oh, see you later, Mr. Templar,

when I've put the
car away and had a shower.

All right, thank you very much, Miss Henderson.

Just call me Linda. Bye.

Hey, come on out and taste that tall beer.

Hey, let's give you a hand with that.

You got in here.

Yeah, heavy.

Yeah, I'd rather beat them to your samples.

Hey, that's silver.

Well, good day, fellas.

Hiya, Papa.

Good day, Charlie.

Two big beers for two big men, Charlie.

Hello, Papa.

The only big thing about
you, old man, is your head.

Yeah, you put your flaming head in, Grover.

Hey, Charlie, I didn't know you was letting
cheap crooks and no hopers in here now.

Are you calling me a crook, you old coot?

Well, ain't you?

Hey, come on, Charlie,
hurry up with them beers.

He's spoiling me zest.

You know, one of these days, they're
going to tear that old snake apart.

No, you won't. Not in my place.

Thanks. Cheers, Pop.

Cheers, all the best.

I'm Charlie O'Shea. I own this dump.

Well, Simon Templar, how do you do?

How do you do?

Lordy da.

New out here, Mr. Templar?

Yes, first time.

Ah.

Just like mother's milk.

Yeah, his Land Rover broke down.

Hey, Joe, hey, come here.

This is Joe Casey.

G'day, Pop.

Hey, Joe Casey, fix anything in
town except his wedding date to Linda.

Hey, Simon Templar.

How do you do, Mr. Templar?

How do you do?

The fact of the matter is, I've got a
broken feed pipe on my Land Rover.

I'd be much obliged if you could fix it.

Sure, consider it done.

Yeah, he pulled up in the mine.

Hey, I thought it was Grove for a minute.

Get out, you old windbag.

You know as much about
shooting as you do about mining.

Which is nothing.

Ah, shut up with your Grove.

Hey, I forgot more about
both than you'll ever know.

Heh, in your dreams.

Silver, that pill of yours has
never shown a penny weight.

Ah, no.

Ah, you gnarled-headed old goat.

I reckon I've got to teach you a lesson.

Knock it off.

Are you speaking to me?

Yes, I usually look at
people I am speaking to.

I'm also telling you to pick on
someone of your own age and size.

Oh, like you, maybe?

Why not?

Hey, fellas.

Mr. La-di-da here reckons he can fight.

Well, well.

Hey.

After you, mate.

I'm sorry, Pop.

But I'm afraid he'll live.

Hey, what do you know?

He ain't even a naughty.

All right, fellas, the beers are on me.

The beers, Mr. Templar, are on the house.

There you are.
You see it right there.

You see that vein?

That's silver.

Yeah!

I reckon that'll crush maybe

100 ounces a ton.

What does that mean, 100
ounces of silver for every ton of oil?

Yeah, terrific, isn't it?

Well, don't you think it might be a
good idea to have an assay done?

Assay?

Pay some snotty-nosed carrier to come from
Cloncurry to tell me what me oil'll crush?

Not in your sweet life. I don't need
no flamin' assayer to tell me about all.

Sire me, boy, I'm gonna
make meself a medium.

Easy.

You wouldn't know what to do with it, Pop.

Oh, wouldn't I know?
Here, well, I'll tell you this.

I'm gonna build you the best
bush hospital you ever set eyes on.

Oxygen tins, operating theaters, the lot.

That's great, Pop.

Hey, what's the time?
- 4.30.

Cool, I get to phone my boys
before they leave their offices.

You see, Simon, I get a 3,000 quid
payment and make me Monday noon.

3,000 quid? What for?

Yeah, me lease on the mine and property.

Don't look so worried.
My boys are gonna finance me.

Wally and Willie won't let me down.

No, I'm sure they won't, Pop.

3,000 quid is just nothing.

They're flaming steel with money.

They're pretty stinking without it, too.

Really?

I'm afraid they're pretty bad.

Well, they made all this money in property
and Pop just never hears from them.

He's left things dropped from time to time
but he hasn't even seen them in 15 years.

They're so mean, they
fight, something awful.

We figure it this way, Mr. Templar.

Cain and Abel were bosom buddies
compared to Willie and Wally Kinsall.

Call yourself my brother!

I will aboot your faces!

Now listen, Wally, you listen!

You double cross me once more
and I'll cut your frame of judgment!

Let me explain, will you?

Explain what?
That you went to Harrison behind my back

and crewed my deal with him?
How can you explain that?

If it's a fight, you're after okay.

If it's the truth, you want
calm down and listen!

Truth! You wouldn't know
the truth if it sat up and bit you!

You've been creeping
up behind me all your life

like you'd me with that rock
when I was five years old!

Shut up and listen!

Go on.

Well, Harrison telephoned me yesterday.

Can't you see we're busy?

I'm sorry, it's your father.

What about him?

It's a personal call for you, Mr. Willie,
from Stony Creek, Queensland.

Well, tell him I'm out.
Or dead.

He says it's terribly
urgent, he wants to see you.

Well, tell him to come to Sydney.

Yeah, next year.

Are you sure it
wouldn't be better, Mr.

Willie? You heard what my brother
said, we don't want to talk to him.

What do you reckon he wants?

Money? What else?

He better look somewhere else.

I'm not pouring any more cash
down that scrawny old gullet.

Now bet that Harrison sale!

I'm terribly sorry, Mr. Kinsall.

But your son's in an important
conference and can't be disturbed.

I'm sorry.

Goodbye.

Well, tell Willie to hurry up, will you?

This course cost me money.

Hello, Willie Boy, how are you?

Oh, I'm fine, thanks, son, yes.

Now look, Willie, about this mine,

I need three thousand
quid to be Monday noon.

Yes.

Your will?

Oh, Willie, that's great, son.

I knew I could count on you, Willie Boy.

Hello?

Oh, sorry, Mary, he's not here.

Here.

Oh, fine.

Do you like a shot of whiskey, Pop?

You wouldn't even talk to me.

I'm sorry, Pop.

You won't tell anybody?

No, of course not.

I'm an old fool.

Hello.

Here, what's up with you?

You won the lottery
or something? Nope.

Well, I got the
goods on Willie today.

That Harrison deal.

I'm going to fix him good this time.

What else is new?

You and Willie have been
fixing each other for years.

Well, you wait till he hears what
Harrison has to say to him in the morning.

Oh, honestly, Wally, why don't you
and Willie cut it out? It's so boring.

Oh, by the way,

there was a long distance
call for you this afternoon.

Yeah? Who? I don't know.

It was for you personally.

Some place called Stoney Creek.

Ah, it was the old man.

He phoned Willie, too.

What did he want? Money.

That's all he ever wants.

There'll be calls again.

Say I've gone to South
America for five years.

My treasure.

The loving brother, the loving
son and the loving husband.

What woman could ask for more?

You tell me.

End of story.

Here, Pop.

Thanks, Simon.

Now, you drink that up
and we'll go down to the bar.

No, no, I just couldn't face him.

Nobody knows you were bluffing.

Yeah, Charlie does.

But he won't tell us all, I promise.

No, I'll just stay here.

Now, listen to me, Pop.
Maybe Willie really did have

an important conference
and maybe Wally was out.

You could be jumping to conclusions.

No, no.

They just ain't interested in me.

You haven't been exactly a
dutiful father yourself, have you?

What is it?

15 years since you saw them?

Yeah, about that.

So you fired them up out of the blue,

expecting to drop everything and
rush down here with 3,000 pounds.

Don't lecture me.

Pop, I ain't gonna sit here in the morning.
Why don't you come with me?

Give the boys a chance.

I want to see them face to face, make
them an intelligent business proposition.

No, I couldn't.

But if an assayer agrees with you
that this mine is as good as you say it is,

then the boys will come round.

I'll give them a chance.
Come to Sydney with me.

No, I'm sorry, Simon.

Hey, you're a nice young fella.

Yeah, and you're a stubborn old coot.

Oh, I just ain't plain stubborn as
what's keeping me from going to Sydney.

It's just that I ain't got the hair.

Is that all?

Yeah.

I don't understand his ways of
getting the money for this trip.

Well, he had 200 pounds saved up,

tucked underneath the mattress.

Here he comes.

Well, here we look.

Now you look a real man.

Very, very...
regular city slicker.

Hey, Linda, do you think this tie
will be all right down there?

Perfect.

Hey, look, how do you think I'll fit in
down there, you know, down in Sydney?

All right, do you think?

Pop, you'd fit in anywhere.

Have a good trip, huh?

You'll knock them cold, Pop.

If you don't fall out the aeroplane.

You'd better be careful, Mr. Grove.

When I get back to Stoney Creek, I'll
give you another lesson in manners.

Ready, Pop?

Bye, Linda.

Well, Pop, don't forget to send us a card.

And everything you want.

Yes, thanks, sir.

Here now.

Bye, Pop.

Take care of yourself.

When Mr.

Laudidat Templar comes
back to Stoney Creek,

I'm gonna get him.

Yes, sir, I'm gonna get him real good.

Come in.

Aren't you ready yet?

Yeah, nearly ready.

You mind if I make a suggestion, Pop?

Yeah, not at all.

Well, don't you think it'd be a good idea

instead of just dropping
in to telephone Wally first?

Oh, I want to give you a big surprise.

I'm not much good on the telephone.

You know, but he could be
out to dinner or something.

Well, I'll wait for him.

Don't you worry, Simon.
I know what I'm doing, son.

You got the address?

Yep, Longworth Avenue.

Sounds pretty richy, doesn't it?

You look a right dog to me.

I'll see you in the morning, huh?

Yes, righto, Simon.

Good luck, Pop.

First of all, you've got
to attract their attention.

And how about tea, Mrs.

Harrison? Oh,
well, if you insist.

Thank you.

And for you, Jane.

Wally, dear, we're dry.

Oh, sorry, darling.
Excuse me, Mr. Harrison.

Yeah, sure.

It's all right, love. I love these people.

Hello, everybody.

Oh, no.

Oh, just in time for a party, huh?

Didn't know you was having a...
Hello, Wally. How are you, son?

How you going, boy?

My word, you're all togged up, too, huh?

Edna, how are you?

You're not putting on
much weight, are you, love?

You're still as skinny as a
driver's bitch, aren't you?

Hey, I'm Pop Kinsall, Wally's pa.

How are you, mate? Hey, what's your name?
- Harrison.

Pleased to meet you.

Well, just in time for a drink, eh, Wally?

I think we'll go in.

Oh, yes.

Mr. Harrison?

Mr. Carter?

Hey, where are they off to, Wally?

When you say, Dad, we're
having a little dinner party.

Oh, hey, enjoy your grub, folks.

I'd ask you to join us, Dad, but it's...

It's business.

Well, that's all right, son.
Sorry to bust in on you.

As a matter of fact, I need a few quid.

Oh, here.

No, not that kind of money, son.

I need 3,000.

What?

3,000?

You really keep the beer, son?

Yes, Wally, I got a silver mine.
It's a sure thing.

The lease expires next Monday noon.

3,000 pounds? Are you crazy?

I don't want you to give it to me, son.

It's just a loan. I'll pay you back.

I've got the richest saw
you ever seen, Wally.

Look, I've got somebody in me pocket here.
Have a look at this.

Don't bother.

Look, Dad, this is a business dinner.

Mr. Harrison's a very important man.

And I'm not.

Oh, I didn't mean it like that.

What way did you mean it, son?

Simply that this isn't
the time or the place

for you and me to be
discussing family matters.

You stinking little ungrateful cur.

Don't talk to me like that.

I'll talk to you any way I like.

Why, you built this fancy house
on the money I gave you, son.

And started your flaming
business and all the rest of it.

Like them diamonds that
cow of a life of yours is wearing.

Get out.

You bet I'm getting out.

I've been in barns to smell
better than this dump you rotten,

stinking little upjump snob.

Hey, see, Wally's capping me.

It's all tied up with the
big deal he's gonna make.

Yeah.

Hey, he'd want to sell
some stock and give

me the money, but I
wouldn't let him do that.

Sir, this morning you're going
to try, will you?

Yeah, sure.

I'm an appointment at
the assailant's office at 10.

I'll pick you up at
Wally's office at 10.30, okay?

Oh, that'll be fine.

Here, don't you worry, Simon.
Wally'll come through.

You know, maybe I shouldn't say this,

but I kind of think
Wally's my favorite now.

I just can't do it, Dad. I'm sorry.

Now, you'll have to excuse me.
I've got a golf date.

If this gate of Harrison calls,
leave a message with the steward.

Pitwater Golf Club, will you?

Yes, please.

Couldn't you think it over, Santa?

Look, Pop, for the last
time, the answer is no.

N-O, no.

There, you see, Mr. Templar?

Very interesting.

Then you think the
strike has possibilities?

Well, I didn't say that exactly.

I said this sample of ore would
assay around 100 ounces to the ton.

Of course, one sample doesn't make a mine.

Do you think you could come out to Stony
Creek and look the mine over yourself?

Ah, yes, of course.

Over 20 pounds a day, plus expenses.

That's okay.

Just might be an isolated
outcrop of high-yield ore.

And if it isn't?

Mr. Templar, you have a mine.

May I get you a
cup of coffee, Mr.

Kinsall? Uh, Pop?

How did it go?

No dice?

Oh, well, never mind.

Never mind? Of course I flame a well mine.

You sweat your guts out to
make money to educate them.

You put up with their
tantrums, their fighting.

You sweat to make more, to give them more.

And all they do is kick in the belly.

I wanted my sons to be proud of me.

Why?

They're nothing to be proud of.

Pop, I said, never mind, because I'm
dying to put up the 3,000 pounds myself.

What?

I said I'll put up the money.

I've spoken to the assailant.

He says they all will crush it
a hundred ounces to the ton.

A hundred ounces to the ton?

That's what he said.

Give me the first
available flight to Glencurry

and lay on a car to
take me to Stony Creek.

Yes, sir.

He struck it rich twice before, you know.

Maybe he's done it again.

Yeah, looks good.

Very good.

There you are. See, what did I tell you?

Why is your flaming money
bringing him all the way out here?

I can smell our yield. I don't need no
flaming assailant to tell me, good boy.

Why don't you calm
down, Pop?

Still, Mr. Kinsall, as I am here,
Mr. Templar's paying me.

You won't mind if I have a look?

Maybe pray a little
further, a little deeper.

No, you go right ahead.

Yeah, but you do your own digging, mate.

Well, of course.

I'll give you a hand.

Hey, it's nearly time for lunch, isn't it?

Lunch or beer?

Go on, you old soap.

G'day.

G'day.

This all there is to
Stony Creek? About.

You want a drink?

Yeah, a drink and some information.

Let's get the drink first.

Whiskey, big one.

And what sort of information?

I'm looking for Mr. Joseph Kinsall.

Oh, him.

He's out of his mind.

Where's that?

A few miles, old telegraph truck.

Are you a reporter or something?

We heard rumors Pop struck it rich.

No, I'm not a reporter.

I'm his son.

Where's the mine?

Well, they're...

They're a bit tricky if you
don't know the country.

You get lost out there real easy.

Look, I'm not doing nothing.

I'll show you the way, huh?
- Yeah.

He told all of us you were slipping him

the cash for the mine
lease, right?

No, not me.

Some fella called Templar did that.

You don't like him, huh?

He's a crook.

A smooth, fast-talking crook.

You know, I reckon he's trying to
con your old man out of half of his mind.

Well, we'll have to do
something about that, won't we?

And I hope you do it good.

Real good.

That's good of you to
show me the way, Grove.

I appreciate it.

Bad trouble.

Templar.

Thanks.

Stone the crows. Look who's here.

Hello, Dad.

Thought I'd come out and see you.

Did you now? Why?

Well, I thought I'd apologize for
being so rude to you in Sydney.

Well, that's real thoughtful of you.

Simon, I'd like you to meet
my thoughtful son, Willie.

Hello. How you going?

Well, and look who he's brought with him.

Mr. Faithful Grove.

The strangest best friend.

The best friend of all
the snakes in the bush.

Yes, you must be out
here as a good neighbor.

Open my son.

I only showed him the way out here.

Well, now that you're
here, what do you want?

Well, I thought part of
you still needed some help.

So you want to be a partner in my mind, eh?

Sure, Dad, any time.

Well, I'm afraid your
father already has a partner.

Me. Yeah, that's right.

Well, let's go and get that beer we
spoke about, eh, partner?

There we go.

Hey!

Hey, I'm going to
toast the pot first, man!

We're not in a test yet.

This run is on me.

I've been buying beers
since before you was born.

I wouldn't take the price of
a beer off you if you clawed

on your flaming hands and...
Ha-ha, that's it, off you, Sean.

Yes, here we are, chum.

What a snake you turned out to
be. How did you know I was here?

Miss Cain told
Harrison, you sly cunt.

Well,

Hello, jolly, dinosaur shepherd.

Hello, Dad.

Well, smell the silver
travels fast, don't it?

Dad, I, uh, I'm sorry I
was rude the other night.

Well, I'm sorry I can't
ask you to stay, Wally.

I'm giving a little
business dinner.

That's it? Yes, yes.

You two silly.

Dad, listen.

They want to be your partners, Dad.

I get a partner, Simon Templar.

You don't even know him.

After all, the way
around flesh and blood.

You know something, Wally?

I'd rather bread ticks on a
sheep's belly than you do.

A couple of maggots.

That's all you are.

Is this full of the proof?

Yeah, maybe I am full.

Well, I'll tell you this.

You're not getting one part of my mind.

Not one flaming,

stinking, stony part of it.

So you can get back south and crawl in
under those stones you just crawled out of.

He's pretty drunk.

He means it.

Looks like a wasted trip, huh?

You just have to wait for him to kick off.

He's no chicken.

He'll have to go sometime.

Remember that Will?

Didn't he file a will
back with Stephen Hardy

in Sydney? Yeah, a long time ago.

He left everything to us.

Split fifty-fifty.

Means twenty-five-twenty-five.

Eh?

Templar will get the
other half of this mine.

That only leaves half for us.

Twenty-five percent each.

I've forgotten that.

Somebody ought to do
something about Templar.

Good idea.

It's rough country up here.

Your man went for a walk one night.

He never saw him again.

You're suggesting courses.

Why not?

Not to shove my fizz down
Templar's throat and pull his guts out.

That makes three of us.

Supposing he met
with an accident? Yeah.

Supposing he did.

After we're back in Sydney.

And when are you
leaving? In the morning.

Okay.

If we can count from a price.

How much? Five hundred.

Three hundred.
- Four hundred.

Take it or leave it.

Two-fifty each.

Okay.

Hey, what are you doing here?

On my way back to Stony Creek.

I thought I'd stop by
and see how you're doing.

And why?

Just interested. I'm a miner myself.

Oh, good on you.

Finished the assay? Yeah.

Any good?

Well, since you're a
miner yourself, you'll know

that information belongs
to the man who pays for it.

I'll be right there.

Just a man I wanted to see.

How's it going? Well, not one
hundred percent, but near enough.

Well, how does it look?

Well, it's like this.
It looks good. Almost too good.

I never saw a vein of silver quite like it.

So I thought I'd dynamite further in.

Say, three charges. Just have a look.

And?

It's finished.

What do you mean? The vein finished?

After about eight feet.

Big wall of basalt.

Basalt? Yeah.

Blew three more charges.
Basalt. Two more. Basalt.

Then I went out and
drilled in from the side.

Basalt.

All the silver on that
mine's been taken out.

But how?

It's just an outcropping.
Isolated outcropping, that's all.

Sorry.

It's hardly your
fault, is it? Well, no.

I reckon I'll take a shower.

Hold on a second.

Don't say anything
about this to Pop, will you?

I'd like to break it to him gently.

Okay.

Sure. I'll type out my report tonight
and give it here in the morning.

Yeah, thanks.

Hey, good day, mate.
Come on, I'll buy you a beer.

I'd like a thanks, Mr. Kinsall.

I need a shower more than anything.

How's the assay going?

Well, as I said to Mr. Grove with the mine.

The assay belongs to
the man who pays for it.

In this case, Mr. Templar.

Did you say Grove?
- Yes.

Out of my mine? He said he was
just passing by on his way back to town.

And why'd he stop?

Well, I suppose just curiosity.

I wonder.

Hey, but he's a crook. He's poisoned.

You know, Pop, I think
it's about time I gave

Mr. Grove that second lesson
in manners I promised him.

Hey, this I gotta see.

What are you waiting for?

Give it to me.

Give it to you, good.

You bet.

Oh!

Come on, Pop.

Yes, that'll hurt him.

And how? Too bad you didn't
finish him off. He's still breathing.

Hey, what was he doing?

Something with the shawrings.
We'll have a look.

Yes, all right. I'll work around here.
You boys come up here.

Okay, fine.

Pop, come on! He's alive.

Come on, let's move
some of the stuff off him.

Hey, what about Grove?

Grove!

Grove!

Grove!

He's okay!

He's okay!

We could just get him into
the hospital at Vandenberg.

I'd never make it.

He'd be a crazy digger.
He'd put another 20 years.

Linda, do you know what I'm going to do?

I'm going to leave you myself, am I?

You know what I want, don't you?

That hospital

right here in Stoney Creek.

Behind that

big old cooler battery.

That's what I want to leave.

A monument

to a real

good nurse called Linda

and an old sir called me.

And Simon,

you'll see it's done right, won't you?

Promise me

that that hospital
will have everything Linda wants.

Sure, Pop, I promise.

Oh, get Charlie up here.

He sees justice
at the face, Charlie.

I've got to make a new will.

No, Pop, you're not strong enough.

Wait till tomorrow.

I'm going to be
real busy

tomorrow.

Getting the heaven organized.

Oh, Simon, a bottle of scotch

and a cup of straw, son,

to suck it up with.

No!

Oh, Gordon, Linda,

what difference can it make?

You know, I always figured

I'd go out dead drunk.

I reckon we should all stand up,

gentlemen, and drink
to Pop's memories.

It's hard to believe that Pop's gone.

Yes, I know.

Mine worthless.

Hardly seems possible.

I'm afraid it's true, but there
was no point in telling him.

Well, we've done without a hospital
in Stony Creek for a long time.

He'll get along.

Linda, I promised Pop
you'd have a hospital.

I intend to keep that promise.

But how? What do you mean?
Right now, those two sons of his

are drooling over a worthless mine,
but they don't know it's worthless.

You're going to capitalize on that.

How?

Oh, a little scheme cooking.

Tomorrow you and I
are going to fly to Sydney.

I missed a father two or
three times when he was ill.

I was very fond of
him. Oh, we all were.

He used to talk to me a great
deal about you and Willie, but

you were always his favorite.
Well, I understood him better.

Oh, yeah, he knew that.

How about getting
to the point?

Sorry.

I understand that your father made a will

many years ago which he
filed with his Sydney solicitors.

That's right.

Stavans and Hardy. It
leaves everything to us equally.

Mr. Kinsall,

your father made another
will the night he died.

What?

Oh, yeah, I witnessed it.

What was in it? Look, I just witnessed
your dad's signature. I didn't read it.

But I do know that there
was only one beneficiary.

One?

What are you getting at?

Mrs. Kinsall,

I don't trust this Simon Templar.

I think he tricked Pop into giving
him a partnership in the mine.

I'm sure of it.

Well, that's why I want
to see justice done.

Now, right at this moment, Simon
Templar is in your brother's office selling

him the will your father
made the night he died.

Selling it?

And Willie's paying?
Well, that's what I understand.

Well, it's obvious. Why?

Of course.

If Willie's paying good money for it,

the new will leaves everything to me.

Lousy crook.

Dirty double-crossing swine.

How do we know she's telling the truth?

Mrs. Kinsall, I only
want to see justice done.

If you don't believe me, why don't
you phone Willie's office and ask for Mr.

Templar? He's there now.

You do it.

Miss Cain might recognise my voice.

Okay.

William Kinsall, company. Good morning.

I believe that a Mr.

Simon Templar's with Mr. Kinsall.

Could I speak to him, please?

Mr. Templar's in
conference with Mr. Kinsall

at the moment. May I
take a message?

He's there.

I told you.

You mean that little boy who pushed nurses
over at Wally's right now?

Making a deal.

And if Wally's paying her for it,

I must be the beneficiary.

Well, that might be the logical conclusion.

Can you get hold of it?

I can guarantee it, at a price.

How much?

Ten thousand pounds.

I'll write you a check right now.

You can have the will when
that check clears the bank.

It'll clear the bank.

What do you think I am?

What I think you are is beside the point.

You come by the Westbury
Hotel at four o'clock,

you can have the will.

Thank you.

Come in.

Where's that will, you crook?

I beg your pardon?

My father's will that leaves
everything to me, I want it.

I know you're trying to
sell it to that dirty swindler

and brother of mine and if I
don't get it, I'll go to the police.

Wally, there's no need to shout.

I'll have you arrested.
I'll put you in jail.

How much proof do you have
of the existence of this will?

I know it exists and I know you've got it.

You're a thief and a swindler.

If you don't watch your manners,
I'm going to throw you out.

All right, all right.

I won't go to the police. I'll buy it.

How much do you want?

Well, I'm afraid the will is not for sale.

It has to be.

No, you see, your brother's
check is already in my bank.

I'm just waiting for it to clear
before handing the will over to him.

Nonsense!

Wally hasn't got it yet.

Well, that's what I just said.

I'll give you whatever he gave you
and you won't have to return his money.

Oh, but that would be dishonest.

So who will know?

Wally wouldn't dare go into court
and say what he gave it to you for.

That's true.

Wally, I...

I like you, I really do.

No, I couldn't break my word to Wally.

Well... not less
than 20,000 pounds.

He only paid 10.

Yes, yes.

You're a thief, a crook.

Granted, granted, but so are you.

Now, Wally, I suggest
you run around to your

bank and draw out a
substantial amount in cash.

You see, will is going to
be here in less than an hour

and if you're going to make an
offer, it should be on acceptable terms.

Mind the stairs.

Come on.

Did you hear?

I couldn't.

Well, you'd better go and get packed,
go down to the agency, pick up the tickets

and meet me out at
the airport at 4.45 sharp.

Right.

I have a feeling we're going to
have to leave Sydney rather abruptly.

To say the least.

Wally, welcome back.

Check been cleared?

Yes, I just called the bank.

Good.
Well, you can hand over the will then.

Well, I'm afraid around the
difficult situation has arisen.

What do you mean difficult?

You've got the money.
What are you trying to do?

Your brother has been around to see me.

Wally, how did he hear
of this? I've no idea.

I certainly didn't tell him.

Must be Wally now.

I made it as fast as I could.

You crook!

You dirty double.

Now, boys, temper.

Whatever he gave you,
I'll give you twice as much.

I'll give you three times. Four times.

I'll give you 25 percent of
everything I get out of the estate.

I'll give you 30 percent. 40.

Now, hold it, fellas. 50 percent. Half.

Don't you think you should have
a look at the will first?

Come on.

I, Joseph Kinsall,

being of sound mind, are hereby.

.. Come on, come
on, get on with it.

My entire estate

to the Joseph Kinsall Memorial Hospital.

You'll be erected at Stoney Creek.

All right, when I give you
the wink, you go to work.

Understood? Drink up.

Well, Wally, I've got an
announcement to make.

At long last, Joe Casey
here has got up the courage

to ask Linda Henderson
an important question.

What more do I have to say?
They're going to get married.

Just my own friends, there's more.

That's him. Arrest him.

The two finest, most
public spirited men in

the whole of Australia
have just walked in.

Well, let me explain.

The fact is, pops over mine is worthless.

I have a surveyor's report right
here in my pocket to prove it.

But his two fine,

generous, socially conscious sons

have done a truly wonderful

and generous thing.

What do you want me to do? Shut up.

Knowing the great need for a
hospital here in Stoney Creek,

and knowing that such a hospital
was their late father's dearest wish,

these two fine sons of his

have, in pops name,

donated the sum of 30,000 pounds.

Wally, Wally,

you realize tomorrow morning
your name's going to be

headline news right throughout
the whole of Australia.

But nowhere in the country
will you get a more sincere

or heartfelt tribute than
we here offer you tonight.

He can't do this. He's done it.

It's a smile. I can't.

Well, try. We're famous now.

The Loving Brothers.

What do you say, friends? Three
rousing cheers for Wally and Wally Kinsall.

Hooray!

Hooray!