All language subtitles for The Saint -- 3x14 -- The Contract

One of the delights
of not being gainfully

employed is that my
life is sort of reversed.

At night, when most men are
sleeping, I'm usually gambling

or dancing with beautiful
women and drinking champagne.

Then in the morning, when
most men are going to work,

I'm going to bed.

It's a topsy-turvy kind
of life, but I enjoy it.

It gives me a feeling
of serenity and security.

You all right?

I'm not exactly bubbling with good humor.

What are you doing here at Dorsie?

I've come here to warn you.

They're out to kill you.

That's nice. I thought it was
my doctor trying to drum up trade.

Who's gunning for me?

Take your pick.

Nobody has more enemies
than the famous Simon Templar.

Go on now, Dossie.

There's a contract.

Somebody's willing to pay
five grand over your dead.

A tight one, I'd say, was
worth a great deal more.

Who's putting up the money?

I don't know.

I just heard the word going around.

I should have mentioned there'd
be plenty of takers for 5,000.

You have the reputation of
being a very hard man to kill.

It's a reputation I'd
be very sorry to lose.

Don't imagine the professional guns
would be standing in line for the job.

If they do come, I'll be waiting for them.

Thanks for the warning, Dossie.

Oh, by the way, where can I contact
the man who's putting up the money?

There's just a telephone number.

No names, nothing else, just a number.

Brother Hyde, 1537.

Brother Hyde, 1537.

So long, Mr. Templar.

Oh, Dossie, uh... Oh, no,
Mr. Templar, no money.

I owe you a favor.

You don't owe me anything.

Oh, thanks.

I'll see you around.

Friste Warehouse Service, Friste speaking.

Good morning.

A mutual friend suggested I contact you.

I'm in the lead delivery business.

Well, I do have a contract to place.

That is, if the price is
right and the quality of

the work's good, perhaps
we could meet to discuss it.

I'd like nothing better.

Where and when?

Tonight, 9 o'clock, here at my warehouse.

12A Mannion's Wharf.

You want me, Mac?

Yes, I have a little shipment I'd
like you to pick up and deliver for me.

Here's my address.

If you could be there at 5, just between
you and me, there's 40 quid in it for you.

At 40 quid, I'd pick up Yellow Fever.

I'll be there at 5 o'clock.

Hey!

What's all this about, then?

One crate restored until it's closed.

Well, we haven't got any orders about it.

Anyway, we're just closed.

Oh, come on.

All right, give us your note, then.

I don't want to come back in the morning.

Right.

You're finished.

Just about.

Come on, let's stack it, then.

Can't we leave it till the morning?

Why?

Got a hard night tonight.

You at it again.

I'll lock up, will you?

I want to hang on for a bit.

OK.

Good night, Mr. Friste.

Good night.

You're calling a policeman.
You'd better get one for me, too.

Who are you?

Let's get one thing straight.

This

makes me the quiz master.

Okay? Now, why are you willing to
pay five grand to have me dead?

Templar.

Get out of here. Now. I'm warning you.

You're warning me.

I'm holding this, remember?

You don't scare me.

You lay a hand on me and they'll get you.

Who?

Who are they?
Friste, you'd better start talking.

Believe me, words sound
better with a mouth in your face.

All right. I'll tell you.

Won't make any difference.
Farnberg will kill you anyway.

Farnberg?

Jack Farnberg?

I thought that'd get you.

He's in prison in the States.

He came out a month ago.

He's waited for eight
years to get even with you.

And how are you tied in with him?

He's a friend of mine.
I'm just trying to help him.

Or you want to share in a
quarter of a million dollars.

Is that it? I don't know
what you're talking about.

Oh, sure you do.

Farnberg knocked over an army payroll.

He was arrested, but they
never found the money.

I figured he'd be back
sooner or later for the loot.

Where is he now?

I don't know.

Well, try and remember.
And we'll go and see him.

I don't know. I'll tell you.

Start remembering.

Just get into my car.
I parked it before I was delivered.

In fact, start writing.

Hey, Friste!

Answer him.

Up here.

Well, things are going pretty good.

I got an address for the Ballinger Dame.

She's got a house at 22 Cromford Street
at... What's the matter with you, Friste?

I think he's allergic to guns.

So you better drop yours on the floor.

Now, back up behind the desk.

You too, Friste.

You're early, Templar.

We didn't expect you until nine.

I was so excited to seeing
you again, I couldn't wait.

If you're smart, you'll pull
the trigger on me right now.

Because if I stay alive, I
swear they're going to be

picking up little pieces of
you all over this crummy town.

I haven't changed much, have you, Jack?

You still talk like a hoodlum in
a second-rate gangster movie.

Okay, smart boy, you're dealing the cards.

What happens now?

Well, for a start, how about telling me
where that quarter of a million dollars is?

Listen, Templar, that dough is mine.

I paid for it in time.

You should know that better than anybody.

You helped put me inside.

My pleasure.

Well, I'm here to collect now.

You, the cops, nobody's going to stop me.

That's a pretty selfish attitude.

Incidentally, you did a lousy job
trying to run me down this morning.

That was this bum's stupid idea.

He figured if we could
throw a scare into

you, you'd buy our dusty
story and come here.

That's when I only bought half of it.

And while we're on the
subject of buying, let's get

back to the whereabouts
of that missing payroll.

Why don't you
drop dead?

You blast it.

I'll get some more shells.

That's as far as you'll go, buster.

Get in!

You all right?

Sure. What the devil are
you doing here?

I specialize in nick-of-time rescues.

I've been following Farnberg. I saw
your car in the alley, heard the shots.

Thought you might want to leave in a hurry.

Well, thank heavens for the U.S. Cavalry.

Now, where can the Major John
Dunstan Taxi Service take you?

Home.

Home it is.

John, it's great to see you again.

Still in Air Force Security?

Yeah, Simon, I'm getting
too old to make a change.

Besides, I'll be eligible for a
pension in about eight years.

Well, what brings you back to London?

Well, I've been right behind Farnberg
ever since he got out of the pen.

Uh-huh.

Hoping he'll, uh, lead you to
that missing payroll?

That's right. But I don't think he
knows where the money is.

Otherwise, he'd just grab
it and beat it, wouldn't he?

Yeah, I'll fix that.

I remember there was a lapse
of about two hours between

the time Farnberg was picked
up and the time of the heist.

That's right. And during
those two hours, you

could have passed the
money to somebody else.

Any ideas?

No. But I don't think he can find the guy.

Where does Friste fit into this?

Well, he was living in the States for a
while, and he did a stretch for forgery.

He wound up in the same cell with Farnberg.

I guess they teamed up.

Well, I'm glad Farnberg didn't come all
the way from the States just to kill me.

Well, don't get too
complacent about it.

He's got a big grudge
against you, buddy boy.

By the way, does this name Ballinger
mean anything to you? Ballinger? No.

Why?

Well, Farnberg mentioned it when
he came into Friste's office tonight.

He was quite excited about it.

I'd better get some more ice.

I'll get it.

Good evening.
- Oh, good evening, sir.

Mr. Templar?

Yes?

It's been reported that your
car was seen parked for the best

part of the day in the evening
outside Friste's warehouse.

Well, you haven't come
all the way this time of

the evening to give me a
parking ticket, surely?

No, sir.

Mr. Teal sent me.

He'd like to see you.

Oh? What about? About Mr.

Friste, sir.

You see, he's been murdered.

Well?

Claude, it's my considered opinion.

That you're right.

He is dead.

Don't get smart.

I've enough evidence
to book you right away.

Just tell me all about it.

Well, maybe I can help.

How?

This is tied up with the Farnberg case.

Farnberg?

Farnberg was a flight sergeant
on one of our bases over here.

He robbed the paymaster's
office of a quarter of a million bucks.

Simon was visiting the base at the
time, and he helped me with the arrest.

The money was never recovered.

Well, Templar, I'm not surprised.

In short, Farnberg has
come back for the money.

And me.

Yes, and the U.S. Air Force would
like to get the money back, too.

And that's where I come in.

Then why did Farnberg kill Friste?

I don't think he did.

You don't?

No. Friste was an asset.

Excuse me.
- Of course.

I should imagine he was
properly financing Farnberg.

He had no reason to kill him.

And who did?

I don't know.

But I can give you a
couple of things to work on.

For instance, this skylight.

What about it?

When I was here earlier, it was closed.

Now it's open. From the angle of the wound,
Friste could have been shot from there.

Here's another thing.

What are they?

They're the complete works
of a lady called Eileen Wiltham.

They're all crime stories.

And all brand new.

Hardly the sort of thing you'd
expect to find in an office of this sort.

Happy reading.

You'll find the rest of
them in the bookcase.

Excuse me.
- Where are you going now?

Home.

Good night.

You can't go yet.
You haven't told me a thing.

Major Dunson will give you a
blow-blind-blow rundown on the story so far.

Oh, sure.
But where do we go from here?

Well, I suggest you
try and locate Farnberg.

And you?

Tomorrow I shall go and see the lady
Farnberg mentioned at 22 Crumpet Street.

She's not here.

Who isn't?
- Mrs. Ballinger.

When will she be back?

Well, how should I know?

Been away three months already, you know.

In Spain.

You're a housekeeper?

Oh, no. Nothing like that.

I come in a few times a week and I
feed the fish and dust around a bit.

Well, thank you.
It looks as though I'm wasting my time.

Yes.

That's what I told the other man.

He was from the phone company, too.

But I'm not from the phone company.

No. Nor was he, if you ask me.

Asking me all those questions.

What was he like?

American or something like that.

Very suspicious.

Tempted to tell the police I was.

Well, I've got my shopping to do.

Can't stand the whole day talking to you.

Did you find him?

Please (...)

I'm not here to harm you. I'm here to help you.
I think your life may be in great danger.

What are you talking about?

Who are you? Get out of here!

My name's Simon Templar.

Well?

There's a man named Jack
Farnberg in London looking for you.

Does the name mean anything to you?

Yes, there was a Jack Farnberg
in the Air Force with my husband,

when he was stationed in Suffolk.

Where's your husband now?

He was killed in an air
crash eight years ago.

I'm sorry.

So am I.

Now, what's all this about?

Mrs.
Ballinger, I know this sounds mysterious.

Whether you like it or not, you're mixed
up in something particularly unpleasant.

Look, I'd like you to meet
and talk to a Major Dunstan.

He's in U.S. Air Force security.

You're right, Mr. Templar.
This does sound most mysterious.

Here's my card.

Will you come to my place tonight at eight?

I'll have Major Dunstan there,
and you can meet and talk to him.

Will you come?

Please?

All right.

By the way, I notice you're
a great fan of Eileen Wilton.

You've written detective stories.

I should be. I wrote them.

Wilton is my maiden name.

Simon, don't you think it's about
time we got down to business?

I wish you would.

I'm really very anxious
to know what this is about.

All right, but I'm
afraid you won't like it.

You've been doing some checking
into your husband's service record.

But why?

He's been dead for eight years.

Mrs. Ballinger, how much money
did your husband leave you?

It is none of your business.

Please.

Well, if you must know, very little.

About $500.

There was some insurance, of
course, but Kurt wasn't a rich man.

He may have been richer than you think.

By a quarter of a million dollars.

A quarter?

Oh, that's absurd.

He only had his Air Force pay.

And we lived up to every penny of that.

In fact, if it hadn't been for my writing,
I doubt if we should have made ends meet.

Giving him a reasonable motive for robbery.

Robbery?

Two days before your husband was
killed, there was a robbery on the base.

Yes, I remember that quite clearly,
but Kurt had nothing to do with it.

You see, at the time of the robbery,
he'd already taken off on a flight.

According to our
records, your husband's

flight took off seven
minutes after the theft.

Now, with split-second
timing, it's quite possible

that Farmberg may have
handed your husband the money.

No, that's not true.

You just want to find a scapegoat.

You want to find the money.

All right, then where is it?

If you think Kurt took it, what
did he do with it?

We don't know.

We thought you might help.

Help destroy my husband's memory.

Is that what you want?
- We want the truth.

You've got the truth right
there on your blasted records.

Two days after all this
happened, my husband was killed

trying to stop his plane
from crashing into a town.

My husband was killed.

Do you understand?

Now, look somewhere else
for your thief and leave us alone.

Mrs. Ballinger, I'm sorry
you had to find out this way.

It's too late to start being sorry.

But don't worry.
As far as I'm concerned, it's forgotten.

It's all over.

Simon, what are you doing?

Working out a timetable.

Does it fit? Just about.

Farmberg must have passed the
money to Ballinger minutes before take-off.

So by the time we made the arrest, he could
have been halfway up the coast of Norway.

Right.

He got back the following morning.

Do you remember if he was checked?

Well, there are 5,000 guys on that bill.

But then, Ballinger being on a flight,
I don't suppose he was even suspect.

Yes, but he would have been confined to
base though, wouldn't he?

Everybody was.

That takes care of the Saturday.

Then, on the Sunday, he took
off again with the same crew.

And on the way back, he
crashed right outside of Oxford

and he was dead by the time
they got him to the hospital.

So the vital time would be the
weekend that we're confined to base.

Well, it wouldn't have been
too hard to break camp.

Wonder whether his wife would know.

Well, the way she feels, I
don't think she'd tell us if she did.

That's worth a try.

By the way...

Is that Ballinger's flight log?

No, it was destroyed in the crash.

That's funny.

She left here over an hour ago.

Maybe she's just not answering.

Maybe she can't.

Now, look, lady.

That dough is somewhere here.

Now, you tell me where it is, or
I'm gonna have to hurt you real bad.

I didn't know anything about any money.

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

Don't give me that stuff.

Your husband and me were partners.

He told you what we were doing.

No, I swear he didn't.

That money is here, and
I'm not leaving without it.

There's nothing here.
I've told you, there's nothing.

All right.

If you want to make it tough on yourself,

I can figure a couple of
ways to get it out of here.

I can figure a couple of
ways to make you talk.

We're gonna look pretty
silly busting in if he's not there.

I'll take that chance.

How much further?

A couple of blocks.

We're going from the back just in case.

I'm asking you real nice one more time.

Where is it?
- I don't know.

I'll make a deal with you.

You keep 20,000 bucks. The rest is mine.

I don't want any part of it.

If it was here, you
could take it, all of it.

All right, I'm through asking.

We'll play it my way now.

Get out of here, quick.

Here, drink this.

I'm all right now.

Mr. Templar, Kahnberg said he
and my husband were partners.

Is that true?

Everything points to it.

I love my husband.

I'll do anything I can to protect his
memory, but I must know the truth.

It could help a lot.

I must recover that money
before Farnberg does,

or before anybody else gets hurt.

What do you want me to do?

First, I'd like to locate all the
men in your husband's air crew.

I've lost touch with most of them.

They've nearly all left the service
and gone back to the States.

All that is except Chuck Powers.

Where's he?

He's in a veteran's hospital.

He was married to an English
girl, you see, so he stayed.

He's been a more or less
permanent invalid since the crash.

I'd like to talk to him.

I'm sure it could be arranged.

Would you like me to come with you?

Yes.

How about first thing
tomorrow morning?

Fine.

Well?

He had our Darcy waiting in the car.

I think you'd better
spend tonight in the motel.

Why?

Do you think he'll try to come back?

Your husband was alone in
the plane when it crashed?

Yes, except for Chuck.

The others bailed out, but his
parachute was damaged in the fire.

You know him well?

He was best man at our wedding.

Hello, Chuck.

It's nice to see you again.

Yeah.

Nice to see you.

You remember Mrs. Ballinger, don't you?

Ballinger?

Well,

I knew a Kurt Ballinger.

Eileen!

You must be Eileen.

Yes.

I haven't been to see
you for a long time, Chuck.

I'm sorry.

This is Mr. Templar.

He wants to talk to you about something.

Hi, Chuck.

I'd like to ask you about some
things that happened a long time ago.

I don't know anything about it anymore.

But you can try me.

It's about the last but one flight
you made with Kurt Ballinger.

Last but one?

Yes, it was a routine flight.

It was August.

We'd been off the Scandinavian
coast and back down the Russian border.

Oh, yeah, sure.
We did that route all the time.

Yes, but when you got back to the
place, the whole place was in an uproar.

The paymaster's office had been robbed.

I don't recall. I...

It's hard. It's hard.

Please try to remember, Chuck.

It's very important.

Did anything happen on the flight?

Anything out of routine? No, no.

It was always this same routine.

Just... Just routine.

Thousands of miles
of

sky and clouds.

This routine.

I think we'd better go to Oxford.

Maybe the doctor who pulled them out
of the crash will come up with something.

We had a leak in a fuel line.

We had to set
down in... Holland.

Where in Holland, Chuck?

Amsterdam.

Yeah, we were there for about four hours.

It's a pretty town.

You went into town?

Was Kurt with you?

No, no, he wasn't with us.
He had to see some friends.

Kurt was stationed in Holland
before he came back to England.

Well, Amsterdam's about
the best place in the world

to convert a quarter of a
million dollars into diamonds.

Diamonds?

Cash is bulky.

Diamonds take up no space at all.

But where could they be?

Chuck.

How long was Kurt away from you?

You're low, Kurt.

You're too low.

My God, we've hit the cables.

My God, we're burning.

Get her up. Get her up.

It's all right, Mr. Powers. It's all right.

Leave her, Kurt. We've got to get out.

We've got to jump.

They've all gone.

They've all gone.

I can't make it.

I can't get out. I'm burning.

I'm burning. Help me.

I'm burning.

Help me.

I'm burning.

Yes, Mrs. Ballinger.

I got Powers and your
husband out of the wreckage.

The plane crashed in my field.

Out there.

Was Kurt dead
when you... No, he...

He died in my arms about
five minutes after the crash.

Dr. Jerome, did he say anything?

Well, he seemed to be
trying to tell me something.

It was terribly difficult for him to talk.

He kept on mumbling some man's name.

What name?

It sounded like Richard Reason.

Richard Reason.

Mean anything?

No, nothing.

Thank you, Doctor.
It was good of you to see us.

Mr. Templar, why all this
interest after eight years?

This is twice in one day.

Twice?

Yes, the American gentleman this morning.

Here they come.

After them.

Keep on their tail and don't lose them.

What are you going to do?

I don't know.

I'm sure this Richard Reason bit
means something to that broad.

I want to know what.

Farnberg seems to be
keeping one step ahead of us.

I'm certain that name must be important.

I've just never heard it before.

Could be there was a third man involved.

We'll get Dunstan to
check the personnel list.

What time are we supposed to meet him?

1.30.

You know, there's one
big gap in the timetable still.

What did your husband do that
weekend he was confined at the base?

He wasn't confined.

He was permitted to leave the
base because he came home.

To London?
- Yes.

Then he must have broken camp.

Nobody was allowed out that weekend.

Then it's possible he came
home just to hide the diamonds.

It's likely.

It's all beginning to
fall into place, isn't it?

Yes, but we still don't know
who Richard Reason is, do we?

Yes.

I'm hoping Dunstan will be
able to solve that one for us.

Nope.

No Richard Reason on the base.

That has to mean something.

Let's go over it again.

Mrs. Ballinger, I don't like doing this.

Major Dunstan, my
husband is under suspicion.

There's really no need
for you to try to be tactful.

All right, then.

Suppose Farnberg passed the money
to Ballinger seconds before take-off.

Then over Holland he fakes
engine trouble and touches down.

Yes, but even supposing that
that's true, we'll have to wait and see.

You don't just walk into a shop

and buy a quarter of a million
dollars worth of diamonds, do you?

Yes, but your husband
was stationed in Amsterdam.

He had contacts.

Presumably this was all planned in advance.

He came back, broke bounds,
came to London and hid the stones.

On the next flight he was killed.

That's why I think the name's so important.

More coffee, madam?

Oh, no, thank you.

Gentlemen. No, thanks.
Just the bill, please.

Richard Reason.

I've got an idea.

Tell me something about the actual robbery.

Oh, it was very clever.

We got a report that the
armoured car was being robbed.

And during the panic and
while the guards were closing in,

Farnberg was calmly
helping himself to a quarter

of a million dollars out
of the paymaster's office.

Simon, I know now.

Riches and treason.
That's what Kurt was saying.

Not Richard Reason. Riches and treason.

Go on.

When I married Kurt, I
was writing a novel called

Riches and Treason about
an armoured car robbery.

It was set in France,

but my characters did
exactly the same thing.

That's got to be it.

He must have read all your stories.

Kurt must have told him the beginning,

but not the end.

Well, he couldn't. I never finished it.

I couldn't find an ending.

I still have the manuscript.

Let's get it.

All right, I'll see you in the car.

I just want to powder my nose.

Here, I'll take that.

Hold him down. I'll get the car.

What do you do that for, Don?

I have real trouble finding the girl.

It is not true, baby.

I'm going to come right
back here and kill you.

It is true.

I swear it.

Okay.
Now, where is the manuscript?

It's in the bottom drawer of my desk.

Mrs. Ballinger, it better be.

I've waited eight years for this,

and nothing's going to stop me now.

Come on, open up.

Open up!

Mm-hmm.

We've got a lot of reading to do, baby,

and you're going to explain
all the hard words to me.

Don't go, baby.

It's 3.30.

Well, that's been a long
wait, but your hunch was right.

Why don't we just go in and grab them?

You don't think he's going to
tell us where she is, do you?

We can stay behind him, even
if it means another day or night.

Here he comes.

Nothing this side.

Here!

Sorry to keep you waiting, baby.

Now we'll have that reading lesson.

Come on, we're getting out of here.

Simon!

Are you all right?

Templar!
For God's sake, help me! My foot's caught!

Templar!

Try sliding it back!

I can't! I can't!

Help!

Please!

Well, here's one ending I tried.

They substituted the gold
bars for the weights in a lift shaft.

I'll remember that the next
time I have some hot gold.

Well, here's something.

It's pretty wild, though.

They took the gold to the zoo,

dropped it in the tanks at the aquarium.

Did I write that?

Anyway, it's diamonds
we're looking for, not... .

Right here!

After all these years!

Okay, buddy boy.

I'll take those now.

I wondered when you'd
come into the open, Don.

Just give me the stones.

You didn't have to shoot Friste.

Yes, I did.

I met him in the States, and he knew I
wasn't with Air Force security anymore.

And then you gunned down our
dossier when there was no need?

Just cutting down the opposition.

Give me the stones.

What is the matter?

Civilian life too tough for you?

Something like that.

I spent my whole life in the service.

I didn't think the pension was big enough.

Now, give it.

Oh, buddy boy. You better make your play.

When they do a ballistics check
on the bullet that killed our dossier,

it's going to match the
one that called Friste.

Simon, I don't want to kill you.

Now, give me the stones.

Now, turn around.

Simon!

Ow!

Get him out of here.

Goodbye, Don.

And what do you plan to do with those?

Oh, I, uh,

thought I'd return them
to the US Air Force.

That's a fishy story.