All language subtitles for The Saint -- 3x13 -- The Damsel in Distress

[dramatic music]

That was delicious.

Well, you might sound a bit more enthusiastic
when I command you to cook you a meal.

That's gratitude for you.

[laughs]

What are you thinking?

You, uh, think it's boiling over?

What?

The coffee.

Next time, you cook the meal.

[music]

If the coffee is anything
like the rest of the meal, over,

in wich she slaved with a can opener for five minutes,

Still, she's the darling girl, and even
though cooking is not her strong point,

the night is young.

[doorbell buzzes]

Oh, no.

[doorbell buzzes]

[door opens]

[doorbell buzzes]

[door closes]

Good evening.

Buona sera, signore.

I am Domenico Naccaro. May I come in?

You already are in, Mr. Naccaro.
The restaurant.

The best Italian restaurant in London.

Yes, well, I've already had dinner,
Mr. Naccaro. What can I do for you?

Oh, hey, Maria.

This is my daughter, Maria.
I am her father.

This is my granddaughter.
She has no father.

You are the only one who can
save the honor of the Naccaro family.

What do you mean, save the
honor of the Naccaro family?

Signorina, for an Italian family to have
a baby with no papas, a terrible thing.

Well, it's not exactly recommended
for English families either.

Good night, Casanova.

The name is Simon Templar.

So, you see, Mr. Templar, about a
year ago, Papa and I, we had a big fight.

She said I was too strict.

So you are.

So, I got a job, I left home.

We didn't speak for a whole year.

She's very hot-blooded, my Maria.

Yes, I can see that.

So for a whole year, Maria
and me, don't speak a word.

But all that time, what happens?

A countryman is seeing her and presto.

He did ask me to marry him.

Ask?

Now I am a grandfather
with no standing law.

Yes, but who is this countryman?

His name is Giuseppe Rolfieri.

Rolfieri?

The apex building society?

One in the same skunk.

Well, why don't you go to see him?

We've tried, but he's gone abroad.

Where?
- Nobody knows.

Doesn't his office have
a forwarding address?

You mean that Rolfieri has
just vanished into thin air?

Gone.

And without marrying Maria.

Mr. Naccaro, are you sure about this?

Signore, without my word?

Why, have you been to the police?

Police?

They will not look for him.

What do they care what happens to my Maria?

What do you want me to do?

Find him, Signore.

Find him.

I'm not so sure.

If it's money, I will pay.

Yes, but he's an Italian.

He could have gone back to Italy.

To Rome, Naples, anywhere.

I think the same.

Papa's been in touch
with a cousin in Florence.

Yes, in Florence, in Milano, in Geneva.

We have a family all over Italy, Signore.

In 24 hours, we will know if he is there.

Well, why don't you speak to your
cousins and then we'll meet again.

That will be tomorrow.

You will come to the
Trattoria Naccaro, I

will make a caderoni,
and we will make plans.

Oh, good morning.

Sorry, sir.

No one allowed in.

Where is everybody?

Investigation.

Fraud squad's in there now.

Oh, long?

Looks like a big one, sir.

Who's in charge?

Chief Inspector Teal, sir.

You're quite bright if you'll be long.

But sir... All right,
let's see that one.

Apparently, Rolfieri had accounts
in several banks, Inspector.

What are you doing here?

I believe congratulations
are in order, Claude Eustace.

The fraud squad. Did the yard
boot you out, or is it really promotion?

I'm in no mood to swap
funny talk with you, Simon.

What do you want?

I have an appointment.

Here? With whom?

Private matter.

Look here, Simon, if you
came here to see Giuseppe

Rolfieri, I have a right
to know what about.

Why?

Because there will be a warrant out for his
arrest in the next few hours, and another

one for you if you
withhold any information.

Thank goodness, Claude,
Mr. Rolfieri really has upset you.

What's he done?

There's nothing amusing
about grand larceny.

There's nothing amusing about
common assault either, Claude.

Surely you exaggerate?

Grand larceny?

Exaggerate?

What do you call a million pounds?

A lot of money.

And belonging to
thousands of small investors.

Well, thank heavens not
a penny of it was mine.

You mean you're not
an unfortunate investor?

Sorry to disappoint you, Claude.

And you've never even met Rolfieri.

Have you?

Not yet, but I will.

As if you find him.

And her?

Ah.

Cherche La Femme, a female accomplice.

Barbara Astral.

She was posing as his secretary.

Go on.

She's English.

She's an Italian national.

Ah.

Well, he can make things very tough
for you if he got back to his own country.

You couldn't extradite him.

I don't need you to tell me about the law.

I'm only trying to help.

Why?

Because you have a nice face, gentlemen.

Take my advice and forget about Rolfieri.

That shouldn't be difficult.

I can't promise anything about
the million pounds, though.

Here we are.

Spaghetti alla da caro.

A very good choice.

Signora Williams, the lasagne.

It was all right, eh?

Absolutely delicious.

I'm so glad you enjoyed it.

Excuse me.

Signor Templar, good to see you.

Come this way, please.

I have prepared the
most delicious scandaloni.

I'm sure you're going to enjoy it.

What did you find out?

Only within a few
hours, half the police in

Europe will be looking
for your Mr. Rolfieri.

Si.

What did I tell you, eh?

What you didn't tell me was that
he'd embezzled a million pounds.

Million?

Mamma mia.

Eh, Alessandro.

A million.

A million pounds is of no concern to us.

What he has done to Maria is far worse.

Papa is right.

Excuse me.

Signor Templar, this
is my son Alessandro.

How do you do?

Won't you join us?

Tell him, Papa.
- Oh, si.

Now, Papa has a wonderful idea.
- Is it?

But first you must agree to help.

He said that we should go after him.

Who?
Rolfieri?

Yes.

Do you know where he is?

Yes, in France.

Williams, a cousin.

Dr. Guido Naccaro, he telephoned from
Florence to say that he was living there.

So you and Alessandro will go to
Florence and bring him back here.

To marry my Maria.

You want your daughter to marry a crook?

La bambina, signore.

She must have the father's name.

But how do we get him back here?

Ah, that's where you come in.

You must... Kidnap.

Kidnap him.
- Kidnap.

Oh, that's pretty wild.

All right, supposing Alessandro
and I We do go to Florence

and somehow or other we kidnap
Rolfieri and bring him back here.

Then what?
- He married Maria.

Then we kill him.

Barbara, don't start pacing again.

Why not?

I've been stuck in this
mausoleum for ten days.

Washing you swilling scotch all
day and trying to grow a beard.

Eyes out!

Nobody asked you to come.

What do you expect me to do?

Sit around London waiting to be arrested?

Two people are easier to trace than one.

You should have thought of that
when we planned the whole thing.

Oh, shut up, Barbara.

You never lived like this in your life.

More soda.

And take away the empty bottle.

And change your jacket, it's dirty.

Do we have to employ an ape like that?

What do you want me to do?

Drag people in from the street?

I've advertised for staff.

Now, for God's sake, shut up

and stop complaining.

Look, Giuseppe, all I want
is my share of the money.

Not yet.

When?

Darling, we are partners.

But you are the silent one.

I know what I'm doing.

I'm glad somebody does.

I am responsible for the million pounds.

Don't forget that.

We are responsible.

Don't you forget that.

Thank you.

What's this cousin of yours a doctor of?

Oh, he is not really a medical doctor.

He just likes to be called dottore.

Signora.

Grazie, dottore.

There you are, signora.

Lorenzo, at last.

You come home to mama.

Don't forget, signora, you are Lorenzo.

He is allergic to strawberries.

Grazie, buongiorno.

Hey, Alexandro!

It's good to see you.

This is the famous Simon Templar.

Uncle Domenico wrote you were coming.

I welcome you to Florence
with all of my heart.

Grazie tanto.

Now, Guido, what's the latest on Rolfieri?

Who?

Oh, Rolfieri!

He changed his name now to Volpone.

He buy a house on the other
side of town called Villa di Milo.

You see, I told you, we'd
have everything lined up.

Now, if Rolfieri had gone to Bologna,

to Genova, to Venezia, the result
would have been exactly the same.

The Mercato family is everywhere.

You have your own sort of private mafia.

Now, Guido, what else?

Well, he live in this house with a girl.

Very nice.

And every day he make
advertisement in paper for Chauffeur.

Every paper in Florence, here.

Chauffeur.
- Ah, Chauffeur.

Well, me, I cannot go.

I cannot leave my dog.

Of course, Rolfieri knows
me from the restaurant.

But maybe...

Yes?

Signora Volpone?

Yes.

The Chauffeur's position you advertised.

Perhaps I am the manner you want.

There's no doubt about it.

Come in.

Grazie Signora, I have here the
references from La Contessa Vitale.

Who is there?

The job, my friend, is all yours.

It's the new Chauffeur.

Ah, Signora.

Have you everything you need?

Si, everything.

Good.

I'm sorry the room is so small,
but I'm sure you'll be comfortable.

Si, Signora.

Molto comfortable.

Do you know Florence well?

Like at the back of my palm.

Your English is very good.

Grazie Signora.

I wish I could say the same.

It would be my
pleasure to teach you.

Really?

Certainly, I'm yours to command.

What a charming thought.

What's Italian for may I have
the pleasure of this dance?

For so very l'onore
request a bad lot.

May I have the pleasure of this dance?

Barbara, what are you doing?

I have to go shopping tomorrow.

Two o'clock.

Si, Signora.

Tomorrow.

A domane.

Barbara!

Yes?

Why the interest in
the new Chauffeur?

Possibly because he's human.

There's to be no fooling around.

You understand I won't
have you stepping out of line.

Mind your own business.

It is my business.

One million pounds worth.

We are supposed to be respectable people.

Signora and Signora Volponi,

there will be no gossip.

It won't last forever.

Half the police in
Europe are looking for us.

We lie low for a month.

Then, a quick trip to Zurich.

We collect the cash.

Another month with you.

Give me some air.

Barbara, after that,

as far as I'm concerned,

you can go to Borneo.

As a constant companion,

give me a cannibal anytime.

Ciao, Alessandra.

Ciao, how did it go?

You don't think I got this
in Saville Road, do you?

I didn't even have to take a driving test.

It was that letter of reference
from the Contessa Vitali that did it.

You always write the best.

You can say that again.

What is the setup at the house?

There's Rolfieri, a
muscle man named Arthur.

I can handle him.

And the girl, I've got other plans for her.

Nobody else?
Just me.

This is what we're going to do.

Rolfieri drinks like a fish
from sun up to sun down.

So we'll slip a little something in his
whiskey, something like chloral hydrate.

Can you get any?
- Of course.

Two drops for the Simberna
dog to sleep for ten hours.

We give Rolfieri four.

Good, I also want an aeroplane.

Aeroplane?

And we dope him and
then fly him back to England.

An aeroplane?

Hey, we have a fifth cousin by marriage

who is an aeroplane flying instructor.

We have?

We'll see at the flying
club on the Bologna Road.

I forget.

You forget what?

We're not speaking.

Well then make up, apologize, be friends.

This aeroplane, when you want?

Midnight tomorrow.

Midnight tomorrow.

Alright, you have.

Good, and the dope?

Oh, well I have to buy in the
chemist shop tomorrow morning.

Good, you give it to Alessandro.

We'll meet tomorrow
afternoon between two and four

outside the Banco
Toscano on the Via Repetta.

Papa will be so happy.

But will Maria.

Ciao.

You don't have one?

Do this.

Did you hear that?

I was not listening.

I said wash my car.

I half a door finished
it, he saw on the first.

Well, if you're gonna do it, mate,

make a good job of it.

La, la, la, la, la, la.

Should have done with that.

Now I've got to wash it all again.

Hey.

Come on.

Hey.

What a ridiculous way to wash.

I'm ready, Sebastian.

New chauffeur, your Sebastian.

No.

He's no chauffeur.

What do you mean?

What I say.

He has the finest
references from the Countess.

I don't care what he's got.

He's no chauffeur. No chauffeur's
ever knocked me around like this.

Maybe you'd better keep an eye
on him and see what he's up to.

It'll be a pleasure.

You ever been in Firenze
before, signora?

Never.

And never again.

Ciao, Alessandro.

Ciao, Sebastiano.

Guido's uncle works in the chemishop.

Just four drops and he's right up.

Plane fixed?

Standing by from 10 o'clock tonight.

I'll see you later then.

Maria and the wedding bells.

Yes, I've never held a shot on me before.

It'll make quite a change.

All right, Alessandro.

Ciao, Sebastiano.

What is this?

I'm just a tourist.

What do you want?

Money?

No, information.

The name first.

John Smith.

Passport.

In my hotel room.

Sebastiano.

Si, signora.

Do you have to be so formal?

Signora, I'm...

only your chauffeur.

You might get a sudden promotion.

Would you like that?

Grazie, signora. I am...
come se dice, ambitious.

Well, that makes two of us.

So the name's Barbara, okay?

Si, Barbara.

I'm in no particular hurry
to get back to Bleak House.

Drive me somewhere.

Beautiful, isn't it?

Absolutely gorgeous.

Sebastiano, are you married?

No.

Any emotional involvements?

Why?

Well, rather soon now.

I expect to come into
a great deal of money.

Tell me more about this fortune of yours.

Well, an old aunt of mine has just
died and left me the entire estate.

It's just a matter of privating the will.

How much do you think you will get?

After death duties, about half a million.

Half a million?

You're not impressed?

Well, I'm...
stunned.

I think you're just as greedy as I am.

You just don't want to admit it.

Half a million is a great deal of money.

You can buy an awful lot of happiness

if you know how to spend it.

I know.

And I can buy anything I want.

Can't I?

Don't make it sound very romantic.

The romance can come later.

I like to settle the
practical details first.

So do I.

When do you expect to
come into this fortune?

So you have never employed
a chauffeur called Sebastian.

Thank you, Count Vitale.

I'm sorry to have troubled you.

Thank you. Goodbye.

Where the hell have you been?

Look, I've had enough trouble for the day.

You talk to me nice,
or else I'm going to quit.

Now, what happened to you?

Did you follow them?

Yeah.

Well?

Sebastian met a friend.

A man who calls himself John Smith.

But his real name is Naccaro.

Alessandro Naccaro.

Domenico's son.

So Sebastian was planted.

You mean he's a copper?

If he is,

he will regret the day he enlisted.

One hall a month.

It is impossibly.

I had no idea you were so impatient.

You're...
all the better regards, sir.

What?

You're very beautiful a girl.

And very considerate.

No passport? Nothing.

He's too smart to be a copper.

I tell you, he's a plant.

He's got to be.
The Vitale family never heard of him.

Listen.

They're back.

Do you think he's in bed?

No, it's too early.

Good night, Sebastian.

Let's see my room.

An hour and a half.

By your description, it
must be Rolfieri's men.

Once Rolfieri knows my name is Naccaro.

Yes, and finds out you
know his chauffer as well.

We're finished.

Yes, and perhaps the saint is finished too.

Guido, we must do something.

Yes.

Let's go and eat.

No. Aren't we men of courage?

Aren't you hungry?

Come on.

Where?

The Villa de Milo.

The Saint may need us.
He might be in terrible danger.

Come on.

All right.

Get up.

Who are you? Who sent you?

Naccaro?

Come on.

Don't you know?

Mr. Rolfieri?

That was foolish.

Whatever your game is, you know too much.

About a million pounds worth?

You just signed your death certificate.

Don, we are not too late.

Luigi!

I thought that was Rolfieri's car.

And in the front seat?
-I saw him.

The Saint!

We took the wrong fork.

Si, si, si. I turn around.

The brakes.

Make it look like an accident.

Friendly little push.

Just to show there's no ill feeling.

Everything okay?
- Okay, Governor.

The grandissimo Santo.

A great man.

So kind.

So generous.

And so gracious.

Everything is lost.

The honour of the family.

Everything.

Poor Maria.

Well, Greedo, the Saint is dead.

We cannot sit around here all night.

That's right.

Santo.

But you're dead.

Not quite.

I managed to get hold of
the cow before it hit the tree.

A miracle.

An act of God.

What do we do now?

Do we carry on?

Of course we do.

We have for the Villa di Milo.

It's only half past ten and
we've got an aeroplane waiting.

Barbara!

Come down here!

That was good work tonight, Arthur.

You will be well paid.

Cheers, Governor.

Barbara!

Put the car away and go to bed.

What's all the fighting about?

Your friend Sebastian is a plant.

A spy working for Naccaro in London.

You're out of your mind.

I told you not to step out of line.

I didn't.

Where were you all afternoon?

We went for a drive.

What did you tell him?

Nothing!

You decide you want this man
and you'll nearly wreck everything.

Where is he?

He's resigned.

What have you
done to him?

Nothing.

From now on you stay put.

You understand?

You don't go out.

You don't meet anyone.

All right.

When the time comes we split the
money and then you can do what you like.

Now go to your room and don't bother me.

Oh no, you better put
Sleeping Beauty in the car.

Oh, Alisson, come on.

You big dog.

Come on.

Get him in the car.

A regular glutton for
punishment, aren't you?

What happened?

Sebastian kidnapped the governor.

The police.

They mustn't get him out of the country.

Police!

Maria, Maria, we have done it.

As a son-in-law you
don't look so good in here.

He'll be all right in a couple of hours.

Dump him here until he comes round.

All right, easy with him.

He'll lose him after
having brought him this far.

Senor Templar.

How can I thank you?

I promise you that for the rest of
your life you will eat to free yourself.

As my guest.

Thank you, Domenica.

Maria, are you all set for
the wedding?

- Yes, signore.

Good. When's it to be?

First we clean him up, get him ready.

Two o'clock this afternoon.

What about your customers?

The restaurant is closed for the day.

Fine, I'll go home, have a shower,
a shave, change my clothes,

and I'll be back in time for the...
Who knows, I may even be best man.

Senor, first you have a cup of coffee.

Thanks, I'd hate to spoil my
appetite before the wedding cake.

Oh, you're such a brave friend.

Always ready to help people in trouble.

I think maybe he's got a suspicion, eh?

Yes, we'd better not take any chances.

Get some ice water, Maria,
we'll bring Rolfieri round.

Welcome back to London.

So, how do you feel, senor?

Domenico, I don't understand.

It's a long story.

Why am I tied?

What do you want?
- Money.

What money?

The money you embezzled
from the building society.

How much?

Oh, we're not greedy, senor.

We want half.

Half?

You're crazy.

I know, it's simple.

You pay us, and you're free,

free as a pigeon to return to
Italy where no one can harm you.

Then we will have to
hand you over to the police.

They will be very interested to say hello
and maybe goodbye for ten or fifteen years.

I have no money in England.

Where then? Switzerland?

In a nice safe deposit box.

With your own personal number.

Maria.

Perhaps we try a little gentle persuasion.

But you cannot... And
who would you complain to?

The police? Oh, no.

Senor Rolfieri, like
myself, is a businessman.

I'm sure we can come to some arrangement.

If I make a deal, what then?

We brought you here from Italy.

We will find some way
of getting you back there,

say, for half a million pounds.

I give you two hundred
and fifty thousand pounds.

Half a million.

I haven't got any more!

Maria!

The name of the bank.

Zurich National.

The number of the safety deposit box.

Two seven... Come on! Two seven.

.. come on!

I can't remember.

I wrote it down in Florence.

I can't remember, I tell you.

Can I be of assistance?

You're dead.

Not quite.

And how is the happy bridegroom?

He's being a little stubborn.

What a shame.

You're such a charming family.

What are you going to
do with me?

Untie you.

You're joking.

Try me, see if I laugh.

But we are friends.

And you'd hate to hurt me.

Oh, with all my heart.

Wasn't very friendly, was it?

You just ruined beautiful friendship.

Get out of here!

I think you'd better drop
that hatchet, Mr. Locario.

Oh, Claude, just in time.

Well, this stunt will finish you, Templar.

Kidnapping is a capital offence.

Your abduction was reported
by the Italian police, Mr. Volpetti.

Yes, what the Italian police
didn't report was that these fine,

public-spirited citizens
have assisted me

in bringing a dangerous
criminal to justice,

Giuseppe Rolfieri.

What are you talking about?

Oh, of course I forgot
you haven't met, have you?

This is Giuseppe Rolfieri,
Chief Inspector Teal of the Yard.

You mean to tell me that none of you had
any ulterior motives in bringing him back?

Ulterior motives?

Why, Claude, Mr. Locario here is one
of the most upstanding men in London,

apart from being one of
the finest restaurateurs.

I might settle for your story if I knew
a little more about the million pounds.

Ah, well, that's deposited in a
number account in a Zurich bank.

And I can't remember the number.

Oh, maybe I can help you out.

You see, you're a very
methodical man, Mr.

Rolfieri, while going through your papers in
your villa in Florence, I came across this.

Ah, it's rude to snatch.

All right, take him away.

All right, Simon.

For the moment, I'll
have to buy your story.

Thank you, Claude. Oh, there he is.

Yes.

I'll see you get the reward.

You, you double-crossed us!

You must be mad. You had a million
pounds in your hand and you gave it away.

And to the police.

But how did you suspect we were
planning to squeeze Rolfieri?

No intuition.

It was quite a brilliant
scheme apart from a

few little mistakes you
made along the way.

The mistakes? Like what?

The kiss I saw you give Maria a little
while ago. That was most unbrotherly.

That is right.

I am her husband.

Yes, he is the baby's papa.

That's nice.

But why didn't you
tell the police the truth?

I hate to tell the police the truth
unless it's absolutely necessary.

Apart from that, I haven't
tasted your cannelloni yet.

The cannelloni!

Maria!

Alcantara!

Me?

For a break I'm on tenter a grande feast.