The Saint Page #4

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Simon!

Simon?

Why didn't you answer

when you heard me call?

I'm sorry, I was reading.

I have someone

I want you to meet.

Someone very special.

His name is Xander.

How do you do, sir?

I do just fine, young man.

Well, I should leave you to it.

Leave us to what?

I think I'll let Xander

explain that.

Good luck.

I've heard you've been having

some troubles at school.

Don't be ashamed, Simon.

It happens to the best of us.

What are you?

- A head doctor?

- A head doctor?

You know, a psychiatrist.

No. While I like to believe

that my teachings

help heal mind and body,

I'm not a doctor.

I'm a trainer.

After we get finished here, no

bully in the entire United Kingdom

will dare mess with you.

Good reflexes.

Now hit me.

- What?

- Hit me.

Don't be scared.

Loosen up a little on the grip.

That's it.

Lesson one:

Never take your eyes

off your opponent.

- Can you teach me to do that?

- Yes.

And much more.

Now, hit me again.

That's crazy.

A helicopter attack

in broad daylight.

You know what, I'm gonna

sleep with my shoes on.

There's never a dull moment

when Simon Templar comes to la.

How's all that gear

working out for you?

I can see why you're Simon's go-to

for local transport and op-tech.

Doyle, any chance

for some breakfast?

It's two boiled eggs, toast,

marmalade, and a pint of coffee.

What, do you think

I'd forget, boss?

Okay, so we got two and a half billion

dollars floating in the wind.

I've always wanted

to buy my own Hawaii.

What's ten percent of two and a

half billion split three ways?

83.3 million.

The money is ransom for the banker's

daughter, we're not keeping it.

Sorry if that puts a damper

on your real estate ambitions.

How are we going to find all this money

that, we're not, you know, keeping?

My long lost ring.

Valecross said that the account

numbers are on it somewhere.

- The Templar cross.

- Symbolizing those who have dedicated their lives

to the service of others.

In theory anyway.

The inscription is Latin.

Nullum est periculum.

Non mercedi.

No risk. No reward.

That's recent work.

Oh, yes.

Ha.

I think that is what

detectives would call a clue.

Looks like a diamond.

- It's synthetic.

- Doyle,

does this house we're squatting

in have a DVD player?

With all due respect, you are as

beautiful as you are tech friendly.

- Where did you find her?

- It was the Rubalkali desert

and she was the vision of grace

in dire circumstances.

It was hardly dire. I had

the situation well in hand.

A beautiful woman in chains, three dead

bodies, sixty miles south of Baghdad.

I can't wait to hear this one.

Ha! Uh-uh.

You know, if you let me

put my hands down

I might be able to find

the key to those chains.

- You're British?

- To the core.

I even understand cricket.

- Special forces?

- Motorcycle holiday.

In Iraq?

Well, the gas is very cheap

here at the moment.

Hm.

Do you have a name?

Patricia Holm.

Simon Templar.

Can I offer you a lift

somewhere, Ms. Holm?

That's enough of the flattery.

It's only flattery, Ms. Holm,

if it isn't true.

Now, what are we

looking at here?

Scrambled bank account

numbers, I assume.

I need the right frequency to decrypt

the data and a password or a key.

Before he died, Valecross said

the key is in the nomad.

A nomad is a digital file,

it doesn't live on a computer.

But in separate packets,

on multiple servers. Not here.

I love it when you talk nerd.

So we need to find this nomad,

get the key, read the crystal,

swap it for the girl,

and Bob's your uncle.

- So where the devil do we start?

- The Valecross home?

Doyle, have you

checked the garage?

I love a flash ride.

But we have the kids.

It's a family trip, love.

- Trust me, Cap'n.

- Exact same dough.

It's like zygotes,

they could go either way.

You know, it's a pizza

or donuts, donuts or pizza.

Hey, donut-pizza.

- There's another one.

- Yeah, there's another one.

FBI.

- Whoa!

Special agent

John Henry Fernack.

You must be captain Miller.

And I'm, uh, I'm Garces.

Detective actually.

You know, the guys down at the precinct

said you, uh, you might be here.

- Oh, yeah, this is our spot.

- I got the call you'd be showing up.

You could've let me finish my lunch.

What's this about?

About this. Simon Templar.

International thief coming out

of London and New York.

I've been chasing him for years.

- And?

- And he's here, in la.

I need the help of a native.

I'm one-eighth Cherokee.

Take him. Please.

- The Cherokee?

- Thanks, Cap'n.

It's gonna be fun.

Who are we today? Insurance investigators,

here to appraise the estate.

You keep her busy, I'll scan the

electronics for signs of the nomad.

Mrs. Valecross,

so sorry for your loss.

We represent the holders of

your husband's life insurance.

Are you Simon Templar?

Yes.

- Yes, I am.

- Come in.

I heard what happened

to Arnie on the radio...

When I was coming

home from work.

When I walked into the house,

the phone was ringing.

It was the kidnappers.

They said you'd be coming, and if I

called the police, they'd kill Zooey.

Until that moment, you had

no idea she had been taken.

No. I thought she was

out with friends.

Zooey and I never

really got along.

She thought I was too young

to be with her dad.

Mrs. Valecross...

How much did you know about

Arnie's banking activities?

I knew the men

Arnie represented were evil.

I knew he helped them steal and hide

billions from the countries they ruled.

But, you know, recently...

I don't know, maybe through

my influence, he...

He had a change of heart.

He wanted that money

to go back to those countries.

Back to those people just so

they could have better lives.

But I feel so guilty, like

I'm responsible for what happened

to my husband and Zooey.

You shouldn't blame yourself.

I'm gonna find that money

and use it to bring

your stepdaughter home.

Okay?

Thank you.

I scanned the computers,

but the drives have been wiped.

Arnie must have done it

remotely before he was killed.

So where lies our nomad?

The data we need is off-site.

It'll take time to find it.

Time we don't have.

Kidnappers didn't happen to leave

their phone numbers, did they?

Keep him talking

as long as you can.

Templar.

Shame I missed you in San Diego.

Sorry about your

helicopter, old boy.

It's okay. It was stolen.

I'm more upset about you

destroying my arms deal.

Well, that container

of assault rifles in Mali?

I thought that

blew up rather nicely.

Shall we set the exchange?

The girl for the money?

I need a bit more time.

So why don't you send the girl

home to mum as a sign of goodwill,

and Patricia and I will

keep looking for the money.

You know I can't release her

without cash in hand.

Let's say 24 hours,

and she dies.

Tell Patricia I say "hello."

Rayt Marius says "hello."

Does he?

Didn't know you two

were acquainted.

Before your time, darling.

I only got a partial trace.

Not enough to get

his exact location.

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