The Saint Page #5

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The money? Can you

get the money?

Rayt's waiting for it, which

means we have a bit of time,

but we need to get moving.

If I don't see the money,

you'll die just like your daddy.

No!

Please stop.

- Please.

- Okay.

I'm in a band with

a bunch of cops.

- I've got that metronome going... - that

explains it. You know what? Carry on.

Let me ask you a question. The

guy that we want is right there.

Why don't we grab him?

No, that would be the

worst move we can make.

- If we wanted to bust him.

- I'm just saying.

He's a person of interest

in the Valecross homicide.

No, because he's our best chance

of recovering that money.

The minute he gets it,

I will be there.

All we need to worry about

is not losing sight of him.

Doyle, corner of

Grandview and lake.

That's Arnie's data facility.

- Can you hack into it?

- I'm testing their firewalls.

Hard to imagine you and Rayt

Marius having much to talk about.

You're right. We didn't.

So, what exactly

did you and he do?

Simon...

What? I'm entitled to some

degree of curiosity, aren't I?

We have been on the road

together for a year now.

And by design we've avoided any

nights of wine addled over-sharing.

We all have our secrets.

Okay, back off,

back off, back off.

I'm sorry, you gotta stop.

I can't take that.

- What?

- The yelling. I cannot take the yelling.

You told me to-to stay

close to these guys.

Fine. It's just that if you

rear end them, guess what?

They're gonna know

we're behind them!

- I never tailed anyone.

- How are you a detective?

Guys, the firewall is too heavy.

We'll have to find an interesting

way to liberate that file.

Gonna be really interesting.

I think we're being tailed.

Oh, bloody hell, it's Fernack.

- Darling...

- Hmm?

Can you run in those heels?

You see?

- Out of the way. FBI. Move.

Garces, go after her!

She's faster than him!

Hey, out of the way.

Freeze!

Where are you gonna go now? Hmm?

You're under arrest.

- Really, Fernack? Three guns?

You only have two hands.

Enjoy this moment.

'Cause I'll be coming

after you again.

You know, it doesn't have to be like

this, Fernack. We could work together.

I don't work with criminals.

I lock 'em up.

Not me, my friend.

Not ever.

- Sorry I'm late.

- You're not late, darling. You're on Simon time.

How'd you leave things

with agent Fernack?

Better than that

car factory in Cologne,

but, uh, slightly more

humiliating than Mumbai.

Hm.

So the data storage

facility's in there, is it?

- Yeah. The nomad file is on their network.

- In a server room somewhere.

We'll use that trick

from studio Nippon.

- Following the power drain.

- Yeah.

Gotcha.

The servers are in

the sub-basement.

And the nomad packets?

- How do we hook those fish?

- A bait box.

Splice into the hard line,

send 'em out one by one.

That leads us to the money,

which we then swap for the girl.

One problem.

The Valecross accounts shut

down and reboot at 6:00 A.M.

Then we'll never find the money.

Simon, Rayt will kill Zooey.

We need to gear up

as soon as possible.

On that clock? There's only one spot in

town that will have the gear we need.

- Sonali Alves.

- I haven't seen her since Rio.

There's no chance she's

forgiven you for that, boss.

What happened in Rio?

Um... Carnivale.

Ah.

Who's Sonali Alvez?

I'm not surprised Simon

has not told you about her.

- Is she a butcher?

- Sometimes.

Is it too late to order?

I'm thinking some queijo minas with

pinhao in a half-moon pasteis.

And maybe some cuscuz branco.

So what happened in Rio?

Before your time, darling.

Sonali, good to see you.

You used to be happy

to see my face.

Remember breakfast in bed

at the copa palace?

Whoa, whoa, whoa,

tranquilo, huh?

You clip me,

I take out your boss.

Sonali, I know I'm not your favorite

person anymore, but we need your help.

You burned my super note

deal, I lost everything.

The ink, that copier

built to federal specs.

Look, we had

a wonderful time together

but I simply couldn't let you

destabilize the global economy.

- An influx of counterfeit cash...

- Simon... now is not the time.

Listen to me, we need your help.

A girl's been kidnapped. In order to save

her, we need to buy some of your gear.

- We have cash.

- We pay retail.

- Hmm... you two are okay.

- All right.

But him...

He's gotta pay for

what he's done.

Obter o rinoceronte.

Rhinoceros?

Perhaps we could

talk about this.

Let's pack another

freon spinner,

the acidic gel, and the fiber-optic

splicer with petabyte piggy back.

- A bait box?

- Oh, yeah.

Do you need anything else?

Uh... nope.

I think I'm good.

Are you not at all

concerned about Simon?

Oh.

You're a big boy.

You're aware, of course,

the steroids cause liver damage

and erectile dysfunction?

Other side effects include acne, testicular

atrophy and prostate swelling. Seriously.

Thank you. Thank you.

Thank you. Thank you.

- Cheers.

- Cheers.

Here's your 40.

Um...

- It was good doing business with you, girl.

- Likewise.

- Sorry about your guy.

- He's not my guy.

We're associates.

He has never made love to you?

Are you recommending it?

Much as I would love to hear the answer

to that, aah, we have somewhere to be.

- Are we done here?

- Hmm.

Very good.

- Sonali.

- Hmm?

- Ciao.

- Ciao.

I thought you said you

weren't one to take a punch.

Oh, it's all pretend.

How are we for time?

The server resets in 40.

Your point of entry

is the emergency exit.

Simon, are you sure you can muster

the strength for a midnight heist?

Of course I can muster,

Patricia. I'm British.

We invented muster.

- Did you?

- Yeah.

I found Templar, with the girl.

They are on their way

to the money.

This may work out as planned.

If I want your opinion,

Marius, I will ask for it.

Simon Templar is not going

to just hand over 2.5 billion.

He's going to try and be a hero.

What would you like me to do?

- Your job.

- Okay.

I am not going to let an innocent

girl pay for the sins of her father.

- Saintly courage

worthy of a Templar.

The Templars are nothing but a boy's own

bedtime story, of medieval knights gone bad.

And yet you go, charging to the

rescue, heart on your sleeve.

Here.

Can you keep this safe

for me while I'm inside?

Giving me a ring

without taking a knee?

Well, I'd hate to ruin this wonderful

friendship that neither one of us deserve.

Will you agree, Ms. Holm?

No risk. No reward.

That's it.

Hey!

What's wrong?

- That wasn't fair.

- Fair.

No battle in the history of mankind

has ever been "fair," Simon.

This isn't a game,

where rules exist to ensure

integrity between participants

in order to determine

a winner and loser.

This is life.

Was it fair to the

Japanese at Hiroshima?

Or what about

the Jews in Poland?

"Fair" is something

created by the weak,

because they know they

can't defeat the strong.

- But what about honor?

I know you love your

Templar knight stories, Simon,

but at some point you'll have

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