The Saint (1962–1969): Season 4, Episode 2 - The Abductors - full transcript
Shortly after meeting the Saint in a Paris night club and informing him that he is being followed, Brian Quell is kidnapped by a gang led by a man called Jones in an attempt to lure Brian's brother, a professor, to work for foreign agents. Brian is killed and Jones plans to abduct the professor at the funeral. The Saint is under suspicion for the murder and, in escaping from the police, hides out with a young girl called Madeline, who has won a holiday to Paris as a prize. She is in turn abducted by Brian's killers and the Saint must rescue her and head off the professor from falling into Jones' clutches.
Pretty, aren't they?
You know, back in the days of Cleopatra,
all sorts of virtues were ascribed to emeralds.
Worn at the throat, they were supposed to prevent epilepsy.
And get this, preserve chastity.
Swallowed, maybe because of their beautiful green color,
emeralds were thought to do wonders for the eyesight.
Inspector Claud Eustace Teal.
Claud, the face of the law may change,
but never the clutch of the constabulary.
How are you?
Seeing you, you were drooling.
You must admit they are rather mouth-watering aren't they?
Claud, did you know that back in the day--
How did you get in?
I don't believe it.
Then feast your eyes on this.
Mr. Oppenheim has obviously taken leave of his senses.
If I owned 200,000 pounds worth of emeralds,
the last person in the world I'd let near them
is the infamous Simon Templar.
Excuse me, sir!
Could you tell me, sir!
What is the exact value of these--
Ladies and gentlemen, please, one at a time.
Mr. Corrio, tell me, why do they call you
the gem detective?
I have a knack of recovering stolen jewelry.
Seven spectacular cases in the past eight months.
To what do you attribute your success?
To the fact that I have a criminal mind.
Can you explain that, sir?
Yes, I know the way criminals think.
I've trained myself to react as they do, I anticipate.
At the moment you're working for Oppenheim.
Oh, no, no, I'm employed by the insurance company.
As a guard?
It's my job to see that the Oppenheim emeralds
remain exactly where they are now,
until the end of the exhibition.
I've devised the most foolproof security system
You know, Claud, there's something about Corrio
that doesn't ring true.
If he's for real, I'm Alice in Wonderland.
As you can see, there are two entrances to the room,
the door through which I entered, and that one there.
Both guarded by hand-picked security men.
In the unlikely event that any thief
did get past the guards,
he would have the alarm system to contend with.
The most sophisticated security system ever devised.
You seem amused, Mr. Templar.
I can assure you, ladies and gentlemen,
not even a man of Simon Templar's known talents,
can possibly get into this room.
The emeralds are guarded by a chain of photo-electric cells
so sensitive that a feather falling across the beam
would set them off.
I will give you a demonstration.
I've ordered the controls turned on for 2:35.
Now, do you mind moving back, ladies and gentlemen?
Now, the cells should be coming on
If you watch carefully.
Just a testing drill.
You can get back to your posts and save the bell.
Ladies and gentlemen,
I will stake my reputation on this room
being absolutely impregnable.
Hey, give up?
20 seconds unconscious, 60 seconds dead, submit!
You mean I have a choice?
Ah, you're a little bit rusty.
Well, don't just kneel there, Nick.
I'm afraid, Nick, I've forgotten most of the moves.
One never forgets the cut or the moves.
What gets rusty is this, the .
The ability to act and react without thinking.
In that case I'll concentrate as hard as I can
on not thinking.
Well, that's the difference between a black belt
and a white belt big enough, come on.
Good, now you're beginning not to think!
Come, come down here.
What do we do now?
I'll show you the counter to the .
Right, now you do it.
What did I do wrong?
You didn't break his balance.
Black belt, no less.
Orrio, you're a man of many talents.
Mr. Orrio is one of my prize pupils.
He's a black belt judo, black belt kendo
and fourth dan karate.
Professor, my partner didn't show.
I can hardly blame him.
Is there someone I could work out with?
No, no, not right, ah.
Unless, uh, Simon?
Sorry if I threw you too hard.
The fault was entirely mine.
Fun, isn't it?
You're not hurt?
You're not hurt, man, are you?
Simon, are you all right?
Oh, , Nick.
Should have thought of my head.
I am sorry, Templar, I didn't feel your pat.
I have to pat harder with you, don't I?
Sorry about that, Templar, I might have killed you.
Well, you might have, but since you didn't,
it really doesn't matter.
No hard feelings?
You'd better return match sometime.
I'm sure we will,
Oh, there she is.
She's turned into that mews.
Are you all right?
Here, drink this.
How are you feeling now?
I'll let you know when I've stopped shaking.
What does a girl tell a man who's just saved her life?
Well, she can start with her name.
Dixon, Janice Dixon.
My brother was Roy Dixon.
Oh yes, the jewelry designer.
Stole 20,000 pounds' worth of diamonds
from Justin Gaynor of Regent Street.
That's just it, he didn't.
The law said he did.
The law is wrong.
If I remember rightly, the paper said something
about the diamonds being found in his bedroom?
The diamonds were planted in his bedroom.
By whom, and why?
So that they could be discovered
by that brilliant private detective named Peter Corrio.
To add to his glory.
The great detective who always gets his man,
even if it's the wrong man.
You're saying that Corrio framed your brother?
Then killed him.
I know it sounds absolutely mad, but it's true.
After Corrio found the diamonds, the police came.
Roy panicked and he ran.
The police went after him.
He was knocked down by a car running across Knightsbridge.
And he died on the way to hospital.
The men who were after you tonight.
What do they want?
Not all the diamonds were recovered.
Corrio thinks Roy gave them to me.
Those two men have been following me for weeks.
Why don't you go to the police?
The police believe Roy was guilty.
Why would they take my word for anything?
Janice, are you saying that Corrio plans these robberies,
recovers the stolen goods,
and then collects the reward money?
That's exactly what I'm saying.
You're talking absolute nonsense.
You should know, Claud, you've listened to enough
in your time.
Just how, if I may ask,
did you arrive at this wild theory?
It's been brewing since yesterday.
Well, put it back in the vat.
Claud, look at it this way, in the past eight months
there have been seven robberies.
First, of the Lady Craythorne's pearls,
they were insured for 20,000 pounds, am I correct?
Then there were the Justin Gaynor diamonds,
eight minks from Wersons, need I go on?
I remember the items.
Well, at least that's something to say for you, Claud.
Incompetent, yes, forgetful, never.
I'll say good morning now.
That's not all you'll say before I'm through, Claud.
In seven robberies, all the goods were recovered.
But not by you.
Not by Scotland Yard.
But by that invincible, indefatigable private investigator
Explain it, Claud.
How can a private detective,
this is in the most disgusting state.
How can a private detective accomplish,
entirely on his own,
what Scotland Yard with all its facilities, can't?
Well, it's quite simple.
Not to me, it isn't.
Peter Corrio acts for the insurance companies.
And very efficiently, too.
The thieves contact him after the robberies
and offer him the stolen items back at a cut price.
For considerably less than what they're insured for.
So, the thief gets paid off,
Lady Craythorne gets her pearls back,
the insurance company pays out, saves money,
and Peter Corrio gets a reward.
That's it in a nutshell.
And Corrio is the kernel.
Simon, we've no reason on earth to believe
that Peter Corrio isn't completely on the level.
Don't give up hope.
This, too, is Roy's design, the last thing he did.
Oh, it's beautiful!
He was a very good boy, but too ambitious.
I often said to him, "Do not push, my son.
"Your most important mission is to learn."
I was his teacher, and at 27 he knew more about design
than I do now, at 60.
Mr. Justin, do you think my brother stole those diamonds?
I always feel theories must be founded on logic, no?
Now, is it logical, I ask you, that an innocent man
should run from the police?
Roy panicked, he lost his head.
He earned a pretty fair salary here, didn't he?
Exactly 17 times as much as I earned as an apprentice
You said he also had a fairly decent sized
Now, Mr. Justin, applying your theory,
is it logical that a young man who is well-paid,
well-off, would steal when he was certain to be suspected?
And almost certain to be caught?
Mr. Templar, when you're my age
you stop trying to understand human nature.
Besides, the case is closed.
Oh, I understood some of the diamonds are still missing.
A few of the smaller stones, about 2,000 pounds' worth.
The company is not concerned.
But I am, Mr. Justin.
Very, very concerned.
Roy didn't speak much about his sister.
Except he said you lived in Australia.
Yes, I came back when he died.
To clear his name?
Is there anything you can tell us, anything at all?
Maybe there is one thing.
Roy received several telephone calls
the week before the robbery, from a girl.
Was this unusual?
remember the calls particularly, because they were
person to person from Maidenhead.
He never mentioned this girl in a letter?
I was just wondering.
Oh, what's that?
Among his personal effects there was a small address book.
Where is it?
At my flat.
There, that should be everything.
Good, don't forget your bag and gloves.
Do you really think they were after the diamonds?
Well, they didn't find them, because I haven't got them.
Just as long as you believe that.
Of course I do, Janice, now, will you please hurry up?
I hate leaving the place in such a mess.
Do you really think it's necessary?
Janice, those characters are going to come back
and get the truth out of you,
even if they have to twist your arm or break your neck.
Now, shall we go?
Where are you taking me?
To a friend's.
You have the address book?
Yes, in my bag.
Don't lose him.
Don't worry, I won't.
Your would be dance partners are on our tail.
Lights are changing.
Hang on, then.
Can we make those lights?
They ignore them.
Who do you think you are, mate, Jim Clark?
Sorry about that, is this the right road for Birmingham?
Try for the wall,
left in lubricating bay,
right at the stores, you're there.
Would you believe me if I were to tell you
that two men armed to the teeth are chasing us?
I thought not, so I'll try the story on somebody else.
There's nothing in his personal address book.
Wait a minute, what's this?
And under it's written "Miss Dallas."
Shouldn't be hard to trace.
If there's a telephone wherever we're going.
You're visiting Aunt Prudence until things cool down.
That's right, operator, Maidenhead 41111.
It's listed under what?
I see, thank you.
Yes, it's the Northbank Yacht Club.
You know, some of this stuff went over
on the Mayflower and got sent back as reject.
Is that Aunt Prudence?
That is Whistler's grandmother.
I'll have your flea-riddled hide.
That is Aunt Prudence.
You faithless, fickle-hearted wretch!
I'll have you skinned.
Don't hello me, you beast.
Now, is that any way to talk to your future husband?
The wedding's off.
Back in town a month and only just called on me?
Well, you're not the only pebble on the beach.
Oh, you're not steady enough for me.
Not steady enough for you, either.
What's your name?
Oh, Pru-Didn't ask you.
Speak up, girl.
I'm Janice Dixon.
Are you in love with this spalpeen?
Straight to the point, as usual.
Don't risk it.
He's strictly kiss and run, this one.
I met his type before, hm, in the Forces.
Pru was a drill sergeant during the war.
Kept 'em in line, too.
Well, what do you want?
I'd like you to put Janice up for a couple of days.
Well, you're off the beaten track here.
Coppers after her?
No, but a couple of rather unpleasant characters
have been making threatening gestures.
Have they, now?
Well, let them come sniffing round here,
I'll crack their heads open.
She could too, you know, or even worse.
Yes, you could shout them to death.
Closed, guv, season's over.
Hey, you wouldn't be from the football pools, will you?
No, I'm afraid not.
No, I didn't think so.
You been here long?
wouldn't know a lady named Dallas, would you?
No, never heard of her.
Hey, I know a boat with that name, though.
Where is she?
She's the big white one.
You know who owns her?
Well, are you going to tell me?
I'm just thinking about it.
There are other ways of finding out, you know.
Yeah, it'd be quicker if I tells you, though,
wouldn't it guv?
I don't want no bribe.
Heh, it tickles me to be contrary sometimes.
Yes, you look a likely young fella, I'll tell you.
The Miss Dallas belongs to a bloke named Corrio,
There's nothing in the world that irritates me more
than the inability to carry out
simple, straightforward orders.
I'm playing a very dangerous game.
Every move has been carefully planned
and timed to the second.
I've told you before how I deal with people
who make stupid, idiotic mistakes.
We couldn't help it.
It just happened.
Nothing just happens.
I warn you two, if ever again--
Not that way.
Why, Templar, what a pleasant surprise.
I hope so, may I continue to come in?
By all means.
This a social visit?
No, not exactly.
Come to ask you a few questions.
Oh yes, the diamond job I solved at Justin Gaynor's.
A remarkable bit of work.
I'm a remarkable detective.
It isn't a compliment.
No, there's a school of thought that believes
the diamonds found in Roy Dixon's bedroom were planted.
A school with one pupil, namely Dixon's sister.
It's now co-educational.
I joined, aren't you a little old to be playing with bricks?
To reach my standard in karate,
you have to practice all the time.
Yes, I understand you're very good at it.
Oh, not very good, exceptional.
You can hurt your hand doing that, you know.
It's your duty to go to the police
if you've any evidence that Dixon was framed.
I haven't, yet.
Ah, you have a lion dog.
Yes, early Ming.
It's a beautiful copy.
It's an original.
I paid $7,000 for that in Tokyo last year.
Yes, to Jacky Sabato,
has the little shop by the university.
He has them made up in Yokohama.
Oh, he's fooled some reasonably intelligent people
in his time with these.
And an awful lot of tourists.
But never the connoisseurs.
When did you buy the Miss Dallas?
The cruiser you keep in the Northbank Yacht Club.
How long have you had her?
A couple of years, why?
Do you know what that is?
Oh, this, it's a kendo fighting stick.
A very popular and ancient sport in Japan.
Another one of your many accomplishments, I suppose.
Yes, would you like me to give you a demonstration?
I don't know, Carrio.
Wooden bricks, wooden swords.
You do have some childish sports.
Temper, Mr. Carrio.
Or you'll end up breaking one of your priceless antiques.
Instead of the fakes, I'll see myself out.
Of course, women these days are complete lunatics.
They should forget about careers and self-expression
and all that nonsense.
And concentrate on serving the men.
The Orientals have the right idea.
Women walk 10 paces behind the men.
Barefoot, and carrying the luggage.
Aunt Prudence, I don't quite see you being, um,
Oh, honey, if I could find a good man,
I'd polish his boots.
I'd carry the coals, I'd wait on him hand and fist, and--
There's somebody in the hall.
What the devil are you doing barging into my house?
Don't touch her, I'll come with you!
Don't you dare!
Put her in the car and bring back the rope.
Let's get inside, I'm freezing.
Why, it's such a lovely evening,
I thought I'd go for a moonlight dip.
Take your coat off and relax, Claud.
I won't be here that long.
Oh, long enough for a drink?
You mean, this is an official visit?
Unofficially official, I found out something.
You amaze me.
What is it?
How you got the invitation to the press preview
of the Oppenheim emeralds.
Claud, you really must understand
that I am invited all over London.
People are just crazy about me.
Corrio sent it.
Did he, now?
I found out from the insurance company.
Hm, intriguing, isn't it?
When, as you so sweetly put it,
I am the last person in the world who should be that close
to 200,000 pounds' worth of emeralds.
Yes, Corrio knows that.
Then why did he ask me?
That's what I want to know.
Then why not ask him?
We're not on the best of terms at the moment.
I don't wonder.
With Corrio recovering gems
faster than you can pop mints into your mouth.
Now, tell me something.
How did Roy Dixon die?
He was hit by a car being chased by the Chelsea police.
He didn't make any sort of statement?
No, he died on the way to hospital.
Without regaining consciousness.
So, you've only Corrio's word
for how he found the diamonds.
That's right, too.
Then, in seven robberies you catch only one thief,
only one, mark you.
And he very conveniently dies
before he can make a statement.
Foggy, isn't it?
Claud, old boy, I suggest you go home
and do some thinking.
For once, I'll take your advice,
if you could only--
It would be my pleasure.
Good night, Claud.
Oh, don't tax your tired old brain cells, will you?
Hello, Aunt Prudence?
Are you all right?
I've let you down, Simon.
They've taken Janice?
Hardly be interested in me.
Two of them?
Yeah, I wasn't much use, I'm afraid.
Must be getting old.
Mustn't blame yourself, it's not your fault.
These are professionals.
How is that?
Ooh, it's all right, I'm not really hurt.
She wouldn't let them.
Said they can do what they like with her,
but to leave me alone.
What beats me is how they knew she was here.
How the devil did they track her down?
It isn't important how they found her.
What matters is where they've taken her,
and I think I know.
I heard them say so as they were tying me up.
They've taken her to Texas.
Yes, Texas, Dallas.
Not Dallas, Texas, Miss Dallas!
It's a cruiser at the Northbank Yacht Club.
Pru, I love you!
Oh, yes, I'm a regular sex kitten.
Without any doubt, my pet, you're the most exciting woman
I've ever known.
Here's to us.
Thank you, darling.
A woman in a million.
I mean it.
It takes real brains to fool a man like Simon Templar.
I only followed your blueprint.
How could I miss?
Oh, you do that beautifully!
Oh, don't talk!
When tonight's over, we retire.
No country cottage for you, my pet.
I'd hate that.
That's why I'm buying a house in Paris.
Peter, that's wonderful.
Do you realize how much we've netted
in the last eight months?
We're within spitting distance
of a quarter of a million pounds.
My, we're rich!
There's still tonight.
Yes, unless something has gone wrong.
Supposing the old girl fainted or collapsed?
You don't know the old girl.
Aunt Prudence hasn't fainted in her life.
Well, what if Templar didn't phone?
But, he promised.
He said he'd phone at 9:30 to see if Aunt Prudence and I
Simon Templar's on his way to Maidenhead
at this very second.
Good, keep on his tail.
Let the air out of his tires when he gets to the Yacht Club.
I don't want him in London for the next two hours.
Our saintly friend has just passed the checkpoint.
Peter, what about the watchman at the yacht club?
Roaring drunk, thanks to a new friend.
Darling, you think of everything!
Oh, don't distract me, my sweet.
We've got the Oppenheim emeralds ahead of us.
You know, in a way it's too bad.
That it all has to end.
It all worked so beautifully.
Don't be greedy, darling, nothing lasts forever.
You know the job I liked the best?
Lady Craythorne's pearls.
They were so easy to steal.
And she was so pathetically grateful when you returned them.
And the insurance company was so generous.
We've been very lucky, darling.
Seven big jobs, seven big rewards.
And now we're gonna set up Templar
for the theft of the emeralds.
Get your coat.
Wait, don't put the lights on, the curtains aren't drawn.
I suppose you know where his bedroom is, do you?
You're joking, of course.
What sort of sentence will Templar get?
Well, that depends on whether they nail him
just for the Oppenheim emeralds
or for the seven other jobs, too.
Do his shoes fit you?
How do you know?
I checked at the gym, we wear the same size.
Now, go and get me an envelope.
Ah, when I go down the rope,
I'll scuff these shoes against the wall
so the paint scrapes off on them.
And leave the rest to the police lab, is that it?
In a nutshell.
We'd better get a move on,
we'll have to bring the shoes back.
Janice, you're nervous.
Templar is in Maidenhead, remember?
We mustn't stand around talking.
All right, then, open this envelope.
Peter, do we have to?
Janice, we're leaving all the diamonds
not recovered from the Justin Gaynor robbery.
You're greedy, love, it's your only fault.
Where the police can't fail to spot them.
How long will it take?
10 minutes, and the Oppenheim emeralds will be in your lap.
Think I'm a bit nervous.
Because of Templar?
I have a horrible feeling we're underestimating him.
Darling, at this moment, Simon Templar is rescuing you
from a deserted yacht club
where no one can possibly give him an alibi.
10 minutes, love.
Can I help you?
I'm waiting for a friend.
Good night, miss.
Why doesn't he get out?
I don't know, let's ask him.
None of your business!
Where did you learn to drive like that?
Wouldn't you like to know,
you pair of bullying apes!
Get out of here!
Go on, it's all you're good for, run away!
Good evening, Mr. Corrio.
You seem somewhat surprised.
You thought maybe I was at the Northbank Yacht Club?
You're very clever, Mr. Templar.
Not very clever, Mr. Corrio.
Now, I suppose I'd better explain in words of one syllable
where you went wrong.
We'll start at the beginning,
when you were explaining your foolproof security system,
you completely ignored the air vent.
It was much too obvious an item
for a smart detective to overlook.
And then Janice.
You couldn't possibly have known
she was with Aunt Prudence unless she phoned you.
Which meant everything Janice told me
right from the start was a buildup to a frame up.
I've underestimated you, Mr. Templar.
But it doesn't matter.
I'm going to kill you.
Because I caught you trying to get away with the emeralds!
Claud, you certainly took your time.
Oh, I came here as fast as I could.
You all right?
Touched that you care.
Yes, I am all right.
Are those the emeralds?
Any time, what about Aunt Prudence?
Oh, I had men at the yacht club.
She's at home safe and sound.
Then, I'll say good night.
Oh, by the way, you'll find his girlfriend downstairs.
My sergeant's having a chat with her.
He'd better be careful, she'll talk him into giving her
his police car.
Well, Corrio, I told you you'd hurt your hands
doing all that, uh.