All language subtitles for The Saint -- 3x10 -- The Imprudent Politician

The Right Honourable
Gentleman's question concerning

import tariffs is
understandable, but premature.

I shall make my proposals
known to the House

on this and allied matters in the
International Trade Bill on Monday.

For the moment, I counsel the Right
Honourable Gentleman to curb his impatience.

The Right Honourable Gentleman, not the one
being addressed, the one who is doing the

talking now, is the Right
Honourable Christopher Waits

MP, Minister
of International Trade.

He's just one of the many interesting
sons of the Mother of Parliaments.

There are two ways of
getting into Parliament.

You can either be voted in,
like him,

or you can queue up for the rest
and get in the visitor's gallery,

like me.

I don't believe it.

Shh, Janet, please.

Why?

What will people think if
they heard Mrs. Christopher Waits

saying she doesn't
believe her own husband?

Oh, I believe Chris.

I just don't believe my own eyes.

You, here, where laws
are made and not broken.

Incongruous, isn't it?

If it's the last place on earth, I'd have
expected to find the notorious Simon Templer.

All right, then.

I'll leave.

- Okay, Tim?
- A very fair copy.

- Worth one million pounds.
- At least.

I can't wait to see Mr. Christopher Waits.

- I can't wait to see his speech.

- As long as it's before Monday.

Should be an
interesting weekend.

Interest I can do
without. It's capital I want.

All right, I'll drop you here.

(Horn blares)

- Where to now, Governor?

- The House of Commons, please.

This draft of your speech on the international
trade bill is a superb effort, Chris.

- Thank you, Prime Minister.

- I'd like to read it again carefully.

I'll send it down to you in the
country by 10 o'clock tonight.

Thank you, sir.

I look forward to
hearing you delivering it on Monday,

after the
stock exchange is closed.

Great.

We've some people staying with us for
the weekend, Simon. Why don't you join us?

- Yes, please do.
- I'd love to. Thank you very much.

- We're leaving now, aren't we, darling?

- Surely. I'm ready to leave at once.

I'm afraid I wouldn't be
able to join you until later.

- It's Weatherby House, Hillington.
- Yes, I know.

We'll do our best to provide a traditional
country house mystery for you to solve.

- May I eliminate the butler right now?
- Yes.

- Apparently not.

- Thank you.

Instituent to see me. Urgent. Always is.

- Excuse me.
- Of course.

What are you doing here?

Well, as a matter of
fact, I had an hour to go.

In an exciting life like yours?

I can't believe it.

Thank you.

What can I do for you, Burton?

Oh, a million things,
Mr. Waits, a million things.

But first, I'd like you
to have a look at this.

Interesting, isn't it?

Where did you get this?

Oh, I don't think that really matters
as long as you know that I have it.

The original, I mean.

I'll be in touch with you, Mr. Waits.

It's been quite a time, Janet.

You've come a long way.

I'm a much-traveled woman.

It's nice to see you looking so happy.

Who said anything about happiness?

Janet!

Darling, I'm terribly sorry,
but it was urgent after all.

I'm afraid I won't be able to drive
down to the country with you now.

I'll have to come down later.

I knew it.

What's that, feminine intuition?

No, experience.

I'm terribly sorry if something
really important came up.

Well, I'll see you both later on tonight.

Fine.

What's the matter, Simon?

Chris looks worried.

Adventurous intuition?

No, previous experience.

Maybe misleading.
Come on, I'll see you to your car.

Chris, darling!

Turn that thing off, will you?

It's over, isn't it?

I read the papers.

I know the signs.

Big speech.

Big career ahead of you.

Time to clean up the public image.

Say goodbye, Denise. Hello, Downing Street.

What's the matter?

Blackmail?

Blackmail.

Somebody knows.

Somebody's got the original of this.

Who is it, Denise?

Who's got it?

Well, I have.
With all your other letters.

Now get them.

It's no use looking. Start thinking.

It won't be there.

You could have taken it.

You tell me.

Who may I ask?

It's a question with an absorbing facet.

Who else has access to your bedroom?

That's a horrible thing to say.

Yes, it is. I'm sorry.

I suppose the obvious
thing is to find the police.

You don't seem to understand.

I was private personal
secretary to the Chancellor

when I gave you that
tip about the budget.

However unimportant it
may have seemed at the time,

the fact remains that you
made several hundred pounds

out of information that
was completely confidential.

Of course I was desperate.

Yes, that makes all
the difference, of course.

Don't be sarcastic.

Why on earth did you keep
the letter at all?

It's a habit.

It's a habit you should break

Before it breaks anybody else.

Darling, I'm sorry.

I didn't know how it happened.

All right.

I'll call you.

It is over, isn't it?

Maybe.

Maybe everything's over.

Bye Denise.

We meet again, Mr. Waits.

Ending complete privacy.

Conference in session.

Five thousand?

No, no, no.

One million.

You're mad.

But it won't cost you a penny.

That's the whole delightful,
discreet and unique point.

Your speech on Monday will
double the value of certain shares.

You show us that speech in advance

and we give you your letter back.

Okay.

After you've spent them in the house.

Nobody will ever know.

And we'll watch your rise to
the summit of political power.

From afar.

Say the Bahamas?

What a splendid idea, Tim.

And we'll be able to say to each other
Chris Waits is where he is because of us

and we're here in the
sunshine because of him.

The alternative is nasty.

We send the original
letter to the Prime Minister.

You got yourself into this mess
by giving information, Mr. Waits.

Why don't you get out of it the same way?

What do you say?

This is where I get out.

Right.

Well, what's the word from Mr. Big?

The news from our
correspondent at Weatherby House

is that a government messenger is to
deliver the speech at ten o'clock tonight.

Thank you, Mr. Big.

Thank you, Mrs. Waits. She told him.

What?

Straight out as part of an apology for the
absence of her husband from the Rebels.

Mrs. Waits, I love you.

Someone's got to be a middleman.

Somebody knows.

Got it.
Got it.

Say thank you, Helen.

Why did I marry him, Janet?

You love him dearly.

Charming way to drink brandy.

You're supposed to savor the bouquet.

I'm having a drink, not
picking a bunch of lilacs.

Are you quite sure you
won't have a drink, Mr. Anthony?

Oh, no, thank you. I don't.

Oh, Spencer, what about you?

No, nothing, thank you.

Don't tell me the Maitham
Michelangelo is on the wagon.

I understand you write books, Mr. Anthony.

Oh, well, just textbooks, I'm afraid.

What on?
- Mathematics.

Oh.

What's your theme song?

I got logarithm.

That's very funny.

Thank you.

Is your work interesting, Mr. Phillips?

No, I'm
merely a brother-in-law,

that rising politician, Chris Waits.

Long may he arise.

Get me another brandy.

You've had enough already.

My dear wife doesn't realize that all
my life I've never had enough of anything.

She doesn't understand me.

Does your wife
understand you, Mr. Valance?

Oh, I'm not married.

But my previous three wives
understood me perfectly.

Which is why each
marriage failed so dismally.

How the rose is
doing, Janet?

Blooming.

What do they expect them to do?

The polka?

Oh, excuse me, I think that's Chris.

Oh, thank heavens you're here.

The ball war's raging in there.

Ah, guests.

I'd forgotten.

Oh, it's terribly dreary.

I'd hoped Simon might tear things up a bit.

No, Simon's not here yet.

I wish I wasn't.

Let's see, there's my neurotic
sister and her sort-of-a-husband,

so-called society painter, who else?

Mr. Anthony.

Oh, God.

Did everything go well in London?

Yes, of course.

Well, into battle.

Is that it?

Backer him over there.

Then the fireworks began.

Some Arab feast
we found out later.

But Ginger didn't know that.

He'd only been with
us for a couple of days.

In vision he yells and alerts the whole
unit and charges off across the desert.

Bang went his rifle,

broke his leg, fell down the gun pit,

lucky not to blow his head off.

Laugh, I thought he'd die.

Anything wrong?

What devil's that messenger going?

What messenger?

Oh, the Prime Minister's sending my
speech down tonight, my special messenger.

Chris, you upset about something?

No, no, no, I'm just
bored with our guests.

It's ten o'clock.

There he is.

Well, it all seems perfectly
clear to me the car failed to stop.

Pretty callous.

What a pity you couldn't identify
the car that passed you, Mr. Templar.

Might have given us a lead.

I'd say judging from the way it was driven,
it would definitely have given you a lead.

They're perfectly entitled
to your opinion, sir.

I must get back to the station.

I'll see you out.
- Thank you.

Good night, Inspector.

Good night.

I can't think why the fool didn't stop.

Well, I think he did.

Well, what do you mean?

There are two keys that will open
that briefcase, one at the point of origin

and the other in the hands of the
recipient, the minister in question.

Am I right?
- Quite right.

The messenger carries no key.

Look at these scratches.

They're recently made.

That's why I think
the car did stop.

Well, the police don't
seem to agree with you.

The police never agree with me.

Good night, Chris.

You should have been there with
your brush and canvas, Valence.

There's an action painting for you.

Wrecked car, driver
dead at the wheel.

The 20th century all
wrapped up in one picture.

I'm not an action
painter, Mr. Phillips.

And that remark
is in dreadful taste.

Life's a series of bad jokes
and death tops them all.

Hey, did I say that?

Well, who else would?

Simon, you've spoken to Chris.

Yes, but I'm afraid he
wasn't very informative.

Have the police
traced the other car?

How did you know
there was another car, Mr.

Antony? You said so
just now, but I didn't.

Then how do I know?

You're psychic, in
touch with the spirits.

Well, that makes two of you.

Ah, shut up.

Well, Mr. Antony,

how did you know
there was another car?

Yes, how did I?

You went out on the terrace.

For some fresh air.
Yes, I didn't.

Very mathematical remark.

Yes, I went out on the
terrace, not for fresh air,

just to look at the stars.

And so the other car,

back out of Pluto,

smacked into the Milky Way.

Then you did see the other car.

Heard it. Two cars, distinctly.

One and one makes two.

There's mathematics for you.

Oh, Colin, stop it, for heaven's sake.

The man has died.

Do you find that very entertaining?

I don't see why it should
spoil our plans for the weekend.

It all depends what those plans are.

Doesn't it?

Good morning, Mr. Templar.

Good morning.

Tampering with material evidence.

Quite frankly, I'm stymied, Mr. Valance.

Do you have any theories?

None.

And I think it's wrong for
you to try to dig beneath

the surface of this
tragic but simple affair.

Why?
Because of what I might find.

Because there's nothing to find.

Mr. Valance, you can't be
sure about anything

or anyone.
Happy sketching.

Good morning, Chris, and good morning.

Could I have a word
with you?

If you wish.

All right, then, tell me this.

What was the name of
the messenger? - Harcourt.

Well, it's hardly likely
that a man named Harcourt

would have the initials T.J.B.
on his knife, is it?

What are you getting at?

I found this knife in the car.

It seems fairly obvious
to me that the owner

of this knife tried to
open the case with it.

The question is, who is T.J.B.?

Well, I've no idea.

You know this is not an ordinary
case at hit and run, don't you?

Well, the police seem satisfied.

Chris, there's a unique
look in the eyes of

a man when he's
confronted with blackmail.

It's a strange mixture
of fear and violence.

I know the look.

You had it in your eyes on the
terrace of the house yesterday.

You have it in your eyes now.

Yes, it's true.

What do they want?

To look at my speech on
the international trade bill.

Before Monday?

Yes. It's worth a fortune to a speculator.

I've refused, but

there's only one decent
course open to me now.

As you can see, I'm dressed for it.

To go to the Prime Minister?

Yes. To resign.

No.

You're not.

Janet, stay out of this, please.

And what, you clock in a
dining street to ruin your career?

Well, what else can
I do? Remember.

Remember how we worked
and connived to get where we are.

Do you think for one
lousy integrity-ridden

moment I'm going to
let you throw it all away?

Now, you let Simon help you.

Please.

How long do you have?

Two, three o'clock on Monday.

But I can't... Don't say but
when you're fighting for your life.

All right.

Thank you, Simon.

If there's a chance, if
you think it can help...

He doesn't want a vote
of thanks in advance.

He wants facts, a lead.

From you in the first place, Janet.

Did any of your guests know that speech
was being brought down by messenger?

All of them?

Well, I haven't to mention it, that's all.

That's all we needed.

What do you mean?

Tell me everything.

You better start with flat 53,

Maxfield Hall,
Chelsea, haven't you?

I take it Miss Denise is crowned
figure somewhere in this fragrant mess.

Good morning, Mr. Anthony.

Oh, I didn't see you.

You see me now?

I have to use the telephone.

It's in the hall.

Oh, yes, thank you.

Yes?

Oh, so sorry. I...

Later.

Come on, come on.

At the top of the morning.

You think the bookie's office will
be open by now?

Oh, after you.

But I'm not using the
telephone, Mr. Anthony.

He got back last night.

He didn't?

Oh, you know him.

Who?

Professor Strange, he's my oldest friend.

Fancy you knowing Fred Strange.

But I don't.
- He's an astronomer.

I'm delighted.

I must call him.

You go ahead.

You going somewhere? To London.

I'll be back.

Colin Phillips.

Oh,

Mr. Anthony.

How's London's most
distinguished society reporter?

Underpaid and overhung.

What can I do for you?

Tell me what you know about Colin Phillips.

Christopher Waits' brother-in-law.

Also a mean-minded, ungifted,

loud-mouthed, twisted kink.

Well, what does he do to live?

Well, he used to be something in the city.

There's always something that's nothing.

Yes, Cairnshield.

Oh.

Hello, sweetheart.

Yes. Yes, of course.

Yes. Tuesday, doll? Uh-huh.

All right.

You've got yourself a date.

Bye-bye.

Mother.

I thought so.

What else do you want to know?

What about Spencer
Balance? Oh, the artist.

Oh, yes.

Great easel-side manner.

He's at his best with oils.

Being an oily character.

Anything specific?

Only his gravity. He has alimony problems.

Three wives to support.

Anything else to go, Mr. Shield?

Only you. Pull it up.

Anybody else?

Yes, sir. Mr. Anthony.

He writes books on mathematics.

Oh, yes.
He's a nut from way down in the shell.

He's obsessed with making a fortune.

He believes that you can apply the
calculus principles to the stock market.

What about a girl called
Denise Grant?

Ah, yes.

Known to all of us as Government Grant.

I'm busy.

Well, you do, Miss Busy. I'm Simon Templar.

I'm still busy.

Still busy as of going away?

It's traditional.

And where are you going?

What do you want?

To help Christopher Waits.

Yes, well, I'm sorry for him, but
I'm absolutely terrified for myself.

This whole thing's going to explode,

and what'll come down in little
pieces all over the front page?

Me.

Not if you help.
-How can I help?

Let me go, please.

Answer a few questions first.
One answer now.

I know nothing. Do you know Colin Phillips?

Chris mentioned him.

He's a brother-in-law or
something, isn't he? Why?

Has he, uh, ever been to this flat?

You're the only one who's
ever forced his way in here.

To get that far, Colin Phillips
would need strategic air support.

We haven't finished
playing any questions yet.

What about Spencer Balance?

What about him?

Friend of yours.

Don't be silly. I'm not the sort of
girl who gets hung in the Academy.

No, but you're the sort of girl who
would get a politician hanged, aren't you?

Who do you think you are?

What you're pretending to be.
An innocent bystander.

Oh, get out!

Who's TJB?

I don't know.

Think.

I'm not very good at that.

Didn't Chris tell you?

I prefer to sum people up myself.

Well, read my palm, then.

Why did you keep that letter?

Because I'm sentimental.

Or farsighted.

You've got a nerve.

Yes, and like you, I've
got a brain, although

you like to give people
the other impression.

You see, to keep that letter, you'll
have to be either very dumb, or else

very, very smart. I pay you the
compliment of thinking you're smart.

You're absolutely right, Mr. Templar.

And I'm not just a pretty face, either.

So be right about this, too.

I'll use it if I have to. That
is, if you're not sensible.

And what exactly is being
sensible in the circumstances?

To collect your reward for
working things out so accurately.

After all, why knock yourself
out doing a Galahad for free

on behalf of the year's
prize twit, Christopher Waits?

Do nothing, except let us cut you in.

What could be fairer than that?

Yes.

Something your Sir Galahad
would never dream of doing, isn't it?

Putting a lady between himself and the
business end of a gun, now drop it.

Drop it.

It's just really quite attractive and
it'd be a pity to waste it, wouldn't it?

All right, pretty face.

On your feet.

Have you had your
breakfast yet?

I'm having it.

I feel ghastly.

Why are we here?

Because it would have been a very
lean weekend at what passes for our home.

You haven't worked for five months and
there's nothing in the kitty but hot air.

Fear not.

There's a horse running
tomorrow with six legs.

Can't you think of anything
else to make money at?

Can't you?

Yes, I can.

Christopher's speech, it's in the safe.

Get a look at it and invest on margin.

As a matter of fact, I'd thought of that
as a surprise for you, believe it or not.

Not.

Hello?

Fred?

Oh, hang on, would
you please?

It's for Mrs. Wade.

Make it as brief as you can,
Templar may be trying to call us.

Janet Wade speaking.

Mrs. Wade, if you want to
save your husband's career,

go immediately to a
boat called the Jolly Dee.

She's moored just past Skindles Hotel.

I'll be there.

Thanks for calling.

Was that brief enough?

What on earth can Templar
be doing? I'll be there.

Won't you come down?

Miss Grant, I presume.

I'm so glad you're not surprised.

It'll take us so much time.

Nothing about a woman
like you could surprise me.

Oh, splendid. Won't you sit down?

And won't you say what you have to say?

Can't you guess?

All this fencing.

Relax, I'm greatly obliged.

Not at all.

We really should have
approached you in the first place.

You're so practical.

Where is Chris?

Oh, perhaps I should call him Mr. Wade's.

You can call him what you like.

But he's my husband
and I'm not going to see

him end up on the scrap
heap because of you.

How very sensible of you.

Go on.

You'll go and get that
speech and you'll bring it to me.

That's a statement, Mrs. Wade.

It's not a question.

You have no alternative.

Neither have you. Chris will never give in.

But you will.

Men have very rigid ideas about honor.

Women are more flexible.

Aren't we?

I'd rather not be bracketed
with you if you don't mind.

Why not?

I've deceived Chris for money.

Now you're going to deceive him and
cheat the government also for money.

Home position, status.

Call it what you like.

You have got the letter.

We'll let you have it on Monday

after Chris has made his
little bit of history in Parliament.

You do understand, don't you?

We can't hand it over before
we know we've invested correctly.

Can I trust you?

I'm so honest with myself.

Why shouldn't I be honest with you?

I'll bring you the speech.

Not here.

Webster Meadows Moorings.

More private.

Very well.

When? An hour.
Two at the outside.

And let Chris continue believing that Mr. Templar

is still private
eyeing on his behalf.

So he won't do anything
heroic like resigning.

You think of everything.

I only wish I'd thought of
approaching you originally.

You capable of anything original?

Ask Chris.

Mrs. Waite's bite?

Like a rattlesnake.

So superior. I kept my hands off her.

Well, we'd better get
over to Webster Meadows.

How long did you
say she'd be? An hour.

Two at the most.

Oh, she's going to be two hours.

We'll need more whiskey.

Then go and get it.

Aye, aye, Captain.

I've got to go.

Break it up, children.

Templar's here.

Morgan, get him. Unpermanently this time.

We've got to keep him out of the
way till we get hold of that speech.

Okay. You shove off.

I'll see you in town with the speech.
The club, 7.30.

Okay.

I'm sorry to trouble you.

I'm looking for a boat
called the Jolly Dee.

Jolly Dee?

Yes, sure.

You can see it from here.

There she's now. Just leaving.

Oh, it's just my luck. Thank you.

Get out of here.

I'll put one on you, too.

I can't talk.

Where's it gone?

Webster Meadow Moorings.

There he goes.

Come on.

I suppose one of us
ought to be with our guests.

Well, it can't be me.
I've got an important phone call to make.

Janet, I want to talk to you.

About Denise.

What's no need?

I can't bear your acceptance.
Why don't you call me names or something?

Janet, please, let's talk about it.

Let's clear the air.

Look, the air is perfectly clear.

Now, you go out and get a lungful of it.

I have to do some work on my speech.

No, wait.

Well, until Simon's put you in the clear,

it might be unlucky
to work on it until then.

It's not like you to be superstitious.

Well, we've been a calculating,

well-organized pair up till now.

Perhaps we should leave a
few more things to chance.

No, strange woman, Janet.

And you're a stubborn man.

Now, you go out and get some fresh air
and let me make my phone call in peace.

Very well.

Well, am I to object to your private life?

I always say a fair stock
exchange is no robbery.

Oh, you'd better be careful with that seal.

If Chris Eaton suspects it's
been opened, you'll be in trouble.

Look out, Simon!

Ah!

Ah!

Quick!

Come on, come on, quick!

Oh, now where is it?

Where is it?

Ah!

Ah, I can keep this up all day.

Will you give it to
me?

Thank you.

I didn't think it would matter.

One or two people
speculating the stock exchange

wouldn't exactly collapse
and Chris would be safe.

That's one way of looking at it, isn't it?

How do you look at it?

Simple case of blackmail.

If you'll forgive me, I'm not too
interested in Chris's future or yours.

I can't blame you.

I'm extremely interested in what Denise
Grant may be doing at this moment.

I have a feeling she's on the
telephone to one of your guests.

One of our guests?

I don't believe it.

Why not? They
must all be suspect.

They all know where that speech is

and they even knew what time
the messenger was going to arrive.

They tried blackmail with you, Chris.

Failure. And again with Janet.

Failure.

Tonight, they must make their last attempt.

Well, to do that, they're
going to need this.

I'll take good care of it this time.

They'll still try.

I presume you have no
sentimental attachment to this.

No.

None at all.

Come on, let's have a drink.

You might like this.

I have it blended specially.

Janet?

No, thank you.

Cheers.
- Cheers.

Well, come on, drinker.

You better join the others.

You don't mind if I speak to Janet first?

No, of course not. See you in a minute.

I wasn't jerking when he said it was
the special blend. It's been drugged.

What do we do?

Just play along with it.

Chris, you all right?

I suddenly felt a bit dizzy.

You're probably tired.
You haven't had much sleep lately.

Why don't you go to bed?

Yes, I think I will.

Are you all right?

Good night, everybody.

Good night.

I'm beginning to feel
a little sleepy myself.

Forgive me, Janet.

Good night.

Good night.

If you'd like a drink, there's one in here.

Looking for something, Mr. Valance?

It will not fall
to me today to introduce

the proposals of the
International Trade Bill.

Instead, I wish to make a
personal statement to the House.

It concerns my resignation.

I am profoundly ashamed
to admit that I have allowed

my private life to clash
with my public duty.

Janet, I can always help a man
win a battle against blackmail.

But I can't help him win a
battle with his conscience.