The Saint Page #3

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in something I picked up at brunch.

- One of the waiters.

- Ha. Cute.

Actually, no. But you know that

missing aid money for Nigeria?

Hard to forget

2.5 billion dollars.

Exactly.

Well, I've found it. All of it.

Where?

In accounts managed by

a private banker.

- Arnie Valecross. You know him?

- Heard of him.

Like most thieves he tries

to stay off the radar.

Sorry, old boy.

Lotta people are

looking for that money,

none of them

with good intentions.

I tracked Valecross to San Diego.

Meet me there.

On my way.

Just need to Chuck

a few things in a bag.

Morning, ladies.

- Hi.

- -Hi

oh, and I took your advice

and got rid of the beard.

Whatever makes you

happy. Cheers.

Hey.

Hey, Dora, whatcha got for me?

Well, the call definitely originated from

the grand Del mar resort in San Diego.

- Uh-huh.

- Now the guest registry didn't bring up any obvious suspects,

but I did find

something interesting.

Oh, yeah?

So one of the guests is

listed as "Ronald Crossvale."

Which is a pretty obvious

recombination of "Arnold Valecross,"

a banker at BICI who's been red-flagged in

our system for the last couple of years.

Thank god for

the stupid criminal mind.

Uh... what's BICI?

Bank of international credit

and investment.

IRS have been

after them for years.

Major tax cheats, off shore accounts,

suspected money laundering.

Just the sort of people

who can not only steal

but wipe clean

2.5 billion dollars.

Right.

What's wrong, sweetie?

I don't even know why

I'm bothering. I'm grounded.

There's no way that Simms is gonna let

me fly out west and deal with all this.

- I've been thinking about that.

- Yeah?

My girlfriend used to date a guy

in the international ops division

who'd probably love to help out.

Oh, yeah? Who?

Special agent John Fernack.

- Fernack?

- Um-hmm.

- And you wanna know why?

- Huh?

She says he's been chasing

your Saint for years.

Really?

Fernack.

Please tell me you're hear.

"Is Valecross here?"

Is the more important question.

He is.

For how much longer,

I have no idea.

Well, if he tries to leave, I expect you

to use your many charms to keep him there.

You're such a boy,

Simon Templar.

- Zooey, sweetheart. Zooey!

- Help! Help me!

- I don't...

- Zooey! Zooey!

Daddy, they're gonna kill me.

As you can hear, your daughter is getting

rather agitated. Have you got my money yet?

Yes, of course. Just

tell me what I gotta do.

Wire the full amount to the

account number you were sent

and your daughter will be

returned to you unharmed.

- How can I trust you?

Frankly, I don't see

you have much of a choice.

Welcome to the grand Del mar.

- Thank you.

- Yup.

Nice ride.

Thank you. Her name is Jenia.

Valecross knows we have his daughter.

He'll give us the money.

We've got a problem. A new problem.

Templar's here.

- Simon Templar?

- Yes.

Huh.

I have to hand it to Valecross,

bringing in outside help...

I may have underestimated him...

On the other hand, the universe has a funny

was of circling back on itself, isn't it?

We should kill Templar now.

Patience, Marius. We don't want to spook Valecross

before he transfers the money, now, do we?

Yes. But if Templar

gets in the way?

That I leave entirely

to your discretion.

This will be fun.

- Pool side?

- Whenever possible.

Lovely day. What exactly

are you wearing out there?

- Oil

- Huh.

- Using any protection?

- Always.

You know me.

Hmm.

Focus, darling.

Our mission is to get the bank

info from the Valecross safe.

It's in the Manchester suite.

- One guard at the door.

- What kinda safe am I hitting?

Keller 9000.

If he has the account data,

it will be in there.

You are a very

clever girl, Ms. Holm.

I know.

FBI.

Mr. Valecross, how do you do?

I'm special agent

John Henry Fernack.

I understand you have information

from you regarding the assets of...

- No, I don't.

- You don't?

Well, then why did you call the FBI?

Regarding your EMP...

- I must have dialed the wrong number, inspector.

- Oh.

I no longer work for the BICI.

Were you stealing from them?

Did they catch you?

Threaten you?

Look, I'm sorry, inspector.

- You made your trip for nothing.

- Not nothing.

It's never nothing,

Mr. Valecross.

Good day.

Oh, well. Our old friend,

special agent Fernack's here.

- He followed you here from Russia.

- No, different agent.

But I know these FBI boys

talk to each other.

Y'know, there's something

too easy about this.

I felt the same thing

when I traced the accounts.

It's like Valecross

wanted to be found.

Simon...

- Be careful.

- No risk. No reward.

- So, where am I headed?

- 310.

The room right next

to Valecross' suite.

Now, be nice to the bodyguard.

Morning.

Housekeeping.

If you could do

your thing, please, Ms. Holm?

Hey, there's a guard

right behind the adjoining door.

Sorry, my friend. Nothing a

decent bloody Mary won't fix.

Um, my favorite sound.

Well, hello,

you promising little box.

You are a part of something.

You've seen this before,

haven't you?

That is the symbol

of the knights Templar.

- What is it, Simon?

- What did you find?

- Simon?

This is a very thoughtful

gift, Mr. Valecross.

I've been looking for my

father's ring for a long time.

May I show you something?

Now, would you mind telling me

why you lured me here?

I figured you wouldn't wanna

talk with a guy like me, but

- maybe for 2.5 billion dollars you would.

- You figured right.

Unless you're gonna cut me a

check, what can I do for you?

My daughter's been kidnapped.

Well, the FBI's in the building.

Why not talk to them?

If I let the FBI handle this,

I'll never see my daughter again.

My sympathies, Mr. Valecross,

but when you launder cash

for the world's

most corrupt dictators,

that kind of thing

tends to happen.

I hid the money.

I was going to give it

to the FBI

but my daughter was taken

before I could turn it over.

Look... if they'll exchange her

for the money, just do it.

They'll just kill me.

They'll kill my daughter.

She doesn't deserve that.

That's why I need you.

To handle the exchange.

To help us get away safely.

- Please.

You're the Saint.

You Americans always

take everything so literally.

Simon, Simon,

get outta there, now!

Everybody, clear out, now!

Brace for hard landing!

It's okay. It's okay.

The account numbers...

Are in your ring.

The key is a nomad. Please...

Save my little girl.

Where did you get the ring?

Simon Templar. Remember me?

Put the bloody gun down,

Fernack, and call an ambulance.

Put the gun down, no.

Put your hands up!

Now!

After years of chasing you

around the globe,

I finally got the Saint.

Simon!

- Good to see you.

- You too.

- Valecross?

- 'Fraid not.

But we need

to find his daughter.

This had better be good news.

Things got a little out of hand.

- Valecross is dead.

- And Templar?

Templar got away.

Probably with my money.

You losing your touch, Marius?

I can fix this.

Yes, well, I sincerely hope so.

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