The Saint Page #2

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Your money.

You're the boss.

Just make sure the money

gets where it needs to go.

Minus my very little commission.

Minus your rather

hefty commission

which several of your competitors

would gladly undercut.

Yes.

But they don't have

my good looks.

Or your discretion...

Old friend.

And in international news,

2.5 billion dollars earmarked

to aid the nation of Nigeria

has apparently gone missing.

Newly elected president Ezekiel

Ibaka has vowed to find

the missing funds or resign.

- Did you watch it?

- Yes, it's hardly news.

Just another corrupt dictator stealing

from his people. Plus ca change.

No. I trust him.

I think he's just been

trusting the wrong people.

And you know this because...

A hunch. A little digging

I've been doing on my own.

How very entrepreneurial

of you, darling.

Better watch my back

or you'll have my job.

No, you can keep it, darling.

I like being the brains

of the operation.

Oh, is that what you are?

So what does that make me?

The muscle, love.

You're all muscle.

Now, listen.

I've recently seen the Nigerian

president in the company of this man.

Just sent to your phone.

Who's this?

I don't have a name yet.

But I've run his picture

through every facial recognition

database I could tap into

and the only other time

he ever appears

is in an NSA surveillance photo

with sheik Muhammad Al Khabiri,

a terrorist financier who's

now enjoying a lifelong vacation

in a CIA black prison somewhere.

Something oddly

familiar about him.

Lemme guess.

You rowed together at Oxford.

Tell you what.

Let's do some more digging.

If you can find some leads

on the missing money,

it's gonna be right up

our boulevard.

Yeah. My thoughts exactly.

Already on it.

- But, Simon?

- Yes, darling.

I might have been wrong

about the beard.

It makes you a little,

dare I say...

Older.

Goodbye, darling.

You, gentlemen, were the only ones who

got perfect scores on your exams.

I am most surprised

at you, Mr. Templar.

You had perfect grades. You did not

need to steal the answer sheets.

I never looked

at the answers, sir.

And yet you felt compelled to

break into the master's office...

We didn't break in, sir.

- I made an impression

of the key.

So you admit it?

There's nothing to admit, sir.

You caught us.

Which would have never happened

if you'd stuck to the plan.

You were supposed to miss

a few answers on purpose.

Why would you steal

an exam paper?

You don't need to cheat.

You're a Templar.

You have a responsibility.

I expect you to conduct yourself

in a certain manner in this world.

I didn't cheat.

I just stole.

I appreciate the distinction.

But why, Simon?

I wanted them to like me.

I wanted to be...

A part of something.

- You are a part of something.

- A part of what?

A family of rich snobs

no one likes?

Do you have any idea how this

family acquired its fortune?

Do you even know what it is

I do for a living?

Well, perhaps it's time

you learned.

You've seen this before,

haven't you?

That is the symbol

of the knights Templar.

Who are the knights Templar?

That is a very

interesting question.

See, a long time ago, in 1119,

just after the end

of the first crusade...

A small band of knights were

traveling back to their kingdom...

You did good, Coop.

Why don't you take some time off?

You've earned it.

I, uh...

I want to open

a new investigation.

What?

Simon Templar... who's that?

They call him "the Saint."

I talked to Brodsky at Interpol as well

as inspector teal over at Scotland yard.

They've been

after him for years.

He's an international thief.

He's wanted for money laundering,

computer fraud, smuggling...

- This the guy from Russia?

- Yeah.

Coop, look, uh...

You're the kid genius and all,

but the director feels we went way out

of our comfort zone for you last time.

There's nothing on this guy that involves the

United States, for sure not domestically.

We're the FBI,

not the CIA or Interpol.

He compromised an

active anti-terrorism operation,

and we're what?

We-we're gonna let him walk?

He's not our problem.

The bureau won't

back you on this.

- No, but you...

- I...

Won't back you.

Speaking of Interpol,

- that ever check out?

- What?

In your report,

you said this "Saint"

set off a homing device alerting

Interpol to the nuke.

- Did that ever check out?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah. It did. What's your point?

So maybe he wasn't really

the bad guy in the situation.

What about the gold? He took off with

most of the bullion, didn't he or what?

What, you think he

gave it to charity?

Agent Cooper...

I don't wanna hear you

talk about this "Saint" again.

And you know what,

no more field trips for a while.

You're desk bound

until further notice.

- It's absolute bullshit. You k...

- You wanna make it permanent?

Yeah, who is it?

I'd rather not say.

Okay.

I need protection.

For me and my family.

Before I tell you anything.

I need your assurance

that we will be protected.

How'd you get this number?

Come on, agent Cooper.

That is the least interesting detail

that I have information about.

Okay, you have my attention.

Last night,

2.5 billion dollars

intended for relief in Nigeria was diverted

to several untraceable bank accounts.

H-hang on. How do you know this?

Because I diverted it.

Yes.

It was Valecross.

No doubt about it.

I didn't think he had

the balls. How interesting.

You know, the first call he'll make will

be to the FBI, asking for protection.

And he'll offer them

the money in exchange.

And we can't allow

that to happen.

Good.

I'm not immature.

She's being unreasonable.

I'm eighteen years old, daddy.

I can go out when I want.

Zooey, I didn't say

you couldn't go.

I just said you couldn't

drive my car.

I'm not talking

to you, Katherine!

Why did you marry her anyway?

- She's not even mom's age.

It's totally gross.

God! Why do you always

have to be so mean?

Okay. I'll try.

I don't speak that language.

Are you here for my dad?

He deals with a lot

of sketchy, foreign guys.

Because...

I could not stop for death,

he kindly stopped for me.

Emily Dickinson.

I love her, Ms. Valecross.

School's out for summer.

It's a mess.

We know that the fans are already

blaming him for the charges

of trying to leave out of town.

- All right, that's all

we've got time for.

Now moving to headline news at the top of

the hour with our very own Fiona Krinchauf.

Hello, Zooey?

It's a helpless feeling,

isn't it, Arnie?

You take from me,

I take from you.

I'll get you your money back.

I swear.

I know you will.

I just need

a little bit of time.

While I've got all the time in

the world, but, unfortunately,

your daughter doesn't

have that luxury.

Please...

Don't hurt her.

We... her well being is

entirely in your hands.

I tell you what.

Because I like you,

you've got 48 hours.

Patricia, I knew you missed me.

Desperately.

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