02x11 - The Saint Plays with Fire

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(Crowd chanting) Down with fascism!

- (Crowd drowning out speech)
- ..the Mongolian-Jewish rabble!

We shall continue to state
our policies

to the real Aryan Englishmen
who have packed this square!

(Booing and shouting)

You are supporting the great ideals

which the British n*zi Party
carries forward like a torch

in memory of Adolf h*tler.

Less than years ago,
we won the w*r against n*zi tyranny

and today
the spectre is emerging again.

It's the same shabby doctrine -
race hatred, survival of the fittest,

brutal intimidation of the opposition.

I've heard it before...
and it sickens me.

Just as it sickens the majority
of people here today.

(Crowd) Down with fascism,
down with fascism!

- ...who feed off the British workers!
- (Man) What about Belsen?

The strong arm of fascism...

(Booing drowns out speech)

Fascist swine! I'll get you!

- Hey, Jacko.
- Simon!

Don't tell me the editor
of the New Nation has left his desk?

- For this, yes.
- Frightening, isn't it?

Terrifying!

- Doing anything about it?
- Working on it with John.

This is one of my brightest writers.
John Kennet, this is Simon Templar.

(Car drawing up outside)

(Car doors slamming)

- What are you doing?
- Sharpening a pencil.

This is the leader's private office.
Keep out of it.

I broke my pencil.
I've been here about five seconds.

- We stirred things up.
- All men follow a strong leader.

- Congratulations.
- I didn't see you at the rally.

- No, I left early.
- Oh, you left early.

When things started to get tough?

No, sir, the accounts.
I came back to finish them.

- What did you think of the rally?
- Wonderful!

It was not wonderful, Mr Windlay.

I merely proved a perfectly simple
psychological point.

Our demonstration was a magnificent
example of the storm-trooper spirit.

- Hear hear!
- Can I get you a drink? Tea, perhaps?

Nothing, thanks.

- How long's Windlay been a member?
- Three years.

- He's been working here?
- months.

- What's the matter, Mr Norton?
- I'm not sure.

- Did you see Windlay at the rally?
- No.

- Did you?
- No. But in that crowd...?

Yes, yes, we could easily
have missed him. Still...

What is it, sir?

Well, I could swear
I filed this away myself this morning.

Now it turns up here on my desk.

H OW?

(Knocking)

- Ralph, come in.
- Johnny, today I hit the jackpot.

I photographed the files. Look.

A full list of the names
of financial contributors.

Sir Robert Sangore,
Sidney Fairweather?

How's that for wickedness
in high places?

Relationship with the German and US
parties - financing, aims and objectives.

Wow!

Plans for intensifying the Cold w*r
with detailed sabotage projects.

- It's dynamite!
- Should warm up the article.

- It's marvellous!
- It's all you're gonna get.

- What do you mean?
- West found me in Norton's office.

- He's suspicious.
- Pull out now.

- We have all the material we need.
- Maybe you're right.

Move in here. We could finish the article
in a couple of days.

- The studio couch is very comfortable.
- I will.

You'll be on your own this weekend.
I'm going to Whiteways.

- Fairweather's house?
- Yes.

- You mean, he asked you?
- Oh, no.

The arrangements are made courtesy
of Lady Valerie Woodchester.

But he's an active supporter.

He wants to talk some sense
into my head.

- You mean suppress the article?
- I want to see how far he'll go.

- Sidney, your house!
- How did it happen?

- No idea.
- What about the servants?

All at a dance in Reading.

- Valerie, are you all right?
- Yes! Ken, put me down!

- I'm not paralysed. I can walk.
- If I hadn't...

She knows you're a hero,
she's being practical.

- Is there anybody left in there?
- Who are you?

Just a passer-by. Call the roll.

Oh, yes. There's Gwendolyn, Robert,
Valerie, Mr Luker. We're all here.

No, we're not. There's John Kennet.

- He must've heard the alarm.
- He can't still be in there.

Oh, it's too dreadful!

- Which room was Kennet in?
- I don't know.

The last on the left. That one there.

- Is there a ladder?
- He's out the back way, I'm sure.

(Sir Robert) Stop him!
(Luker) It is su1c1de!

A fine effort, young man,
but you shouldn't have tried it.

Never mind that,
did anybody get a ladder?

- Ladder?
- Why not?

- What's the matter with you?!
- A ladder isn't much use now.

You did everything that was possible.
It's lucky you didn't reach his room.

It just so happens I did.

But I couldn't get in. The door was
locked and there wasn't a key.

- Is that so?
- That is so.

You ought to see a doctor.
He's in the lodge with Lady Sangore.

Lady Sangore? Then you must be
Sir Robert Sangore.

Yes. This is Mr Fairweather,
the owner of the house.

- And this is Mr Kane Luker.
- Mr Luker, congratulations.

You're the only one
who managed to get any clothes on.

- Great presence of mind.
- No, I'm just a light sleeper.

An advantage Mr Kennet didn't share.
He was the writer for the New Nation?

- Yes. You know him?
- I met him.

If we can offer you any...
well, any hospitality we have left...

Thank you. I don't have far to go

and it so happens
I'm fresh out of asbestos pyjamas.

- I can't say it's been a pleasure.
- You put up a splendid show.

By the way,
we don't even know your name.

Simon Templar.
You'll hear it again at the inquest.

Jacko, this article Kennet was
working on, tell me about it.

It was an exposé on the British Nazis.
Important people behind the scenes.

Apparently he had
some devastating material.

- You haven't read it?
- My editors do their own research.

I don't see the stories
until the final copy stage.

What's bothering you about all this?

Kennet's writing an exposé
involving high names in high places

and he dies very conveniently
in a fire of unknown origin.

- You think it was arson?
- We'll see what comes out at the inquest

We all ought to have a word
with the Coroner.

- Excellent idea.
- You come, too, Lady Sangore.

Of course.

- Will you excuse me for a moment?
- Don't worry, I'll be all right.

Jacko, hold on.
I want to get to know Lady Valerie.

Be careful. Rumour has it
she's very expensive.

- No ill effects from the fire, I see.
- Our hero from the other night.

- Am I?
- Not that I'm terribly impressed.

It's all right for he-men to go round
dripping with sweat, doing noble things,

I just think there ought to be a place
set apart for them - like zoos.

You were rescued yourself.

When Luker came rushing in, I thought
I was in for a fate worse than death!

Next time you need rescuing, call me.
Maybe I could do it more amusingly.

Maybe you could.

- Where are the others?
- They've gone to talk to the Coroner.

- What about?
- I haven't the foggiest notion.

What do people talk
about at inquests?

Usually the deceased.

- What can you tell me about him?
- Poor John.

I can't think what happened. He must've
heard the alarm. He wasn't drunk.

It couldn't be su1c1de.
Nobody could commit su1c1de like that.

- It seems a reasonable assumption.
- I feel so responsible.

- Why?
- He didn't want to come to Whiteways.

- I kept badgering him.
- You knew him well?

I met him a few times. Sidney asked me
to get him down to the country.

Sidney has lashings of money and...

Sidney Fairweather paid you
to bring John to Whiteways?

No, he didn't!
What a disgusting suggestion!

Oyez, oyez! All manner of persons
with anything to do at this court

before the Queen's Coroner
for this county

touching the death of John Kennet,
draw near and give your attendance.

- I told you she was expensive.
- Dearer than you think, Jacko.

Mr Templar, how nice to see you.

- Indeed.
- Thank you, Sir Robert.

- Things have been so disorganised.
- I can well imagine.

- Will this inquest be in camera?
- No. Why should it?

Your interviews with the Coroner.

You know what these newspapers are.
Got to avoid a lot of silly gossip.

The Coroner is sensible. Accidental
death is the only possible verdict.

- Is it really?
- Are we to understand you disagree?

- Yes, I'd say I disagree strongly.
- But why?

Because the fire in which
John Kennet d*ed wasn't an accident.

We are here to inquire
into the circumstances

surrounding the death of John Kennet.

It is your duty to listen
to the evidence put before you

and to return a verdict
in accordance with that evidence.

A number of people were in the house
when the fire started.

All of them are here in court today.

The jury, if it so wishes, is entitled
to view the body. Do you so wish?

Very well.

We shall hear evidence as to how the
body was found. Call the first witness.

Mr Theodore Bream.

- Take the book in your right hand.
- You're about to witness a snow job.

A lot of them ran like hares
and left Kennet to die in that fire.

- Know what'll happen?
- It'll be hushed up.

The nose of justice loses
its sense of smell.

You are the Fire Brigade
Station Officer?

- Yes, sir.
- You examined the ruins of Whiteways.

- Yes, sir.
- What did you find?

In the ruins of the library, among
a lot of debris, I found the deceased.

- Also a b*rned-up bedstead.
- What did you deduce?

That they must've dropped through
the ceiling from a room above.

Did you find what might've been
the cause of the fire?

No, sir. The place was b*rned up
that bad, it was impossible to tell.

- You've no idea how it started?
- No, sir.

- You see...
- That's all right.

Have you any questions to ask
this witness? Next witness, please.

I passed Mr Luker on his way
to Lady Valerie's room.

He shouted to me,
"The others are all outside."

There was a great deal of smoke
and the heat was dreadful.

I rushed into the garden.
That's about all I can remember.

I don't know how we forgot
about John until it was too late.

- You've no idea how the fire started?
- No, I'm sorry.

Thank you, Mr Fairweather.
Next witness.

Just a minute. I've some questions,
if you don't mind.

- What is your question?
- Didn't you employ any servants?

Several. They were at a dance in Reading.
None got back until it was almost over.

- Didn't you try to put the fire out?
- Hopeless. It had too strong a hold.

If the alarms were working properly,
it couldn't have got a hold so fast.

I can't answer to the sensitivity
of the alarms. That is for the experts.

We should've called an alarm expert,
Mr Coroner. Have we?

Not at this time. We should hear
the rest of the evidence first.

We may find it covered
by their answers. Next witness, please.

I passed Mr Fairweather and shouted,
"Do you know if the others are out?"

In the heat and confusion,
he must have missed my first words

and thought I said, "The others are
all out." It was a tragic mistake.

Mr Luker, I'm sure no blame can
be attached to you or Mr Fairweather.

- Any questions?
- How much drinking was done?

I can't be sure how much we had
but it was a moderate amount.

- Kennet wasn't drunk, then?
- No.

Do you know if he took anything?
Sleeping pills?

- I've no idea.
- Why didn't he hear the alarms?

- The witness can hardly answer that.
- Perhaps he was a heavy sleeper.

That seems to be the only reasonable
explanation. Thank you, Mr Luker.

Next witness.

Mr Simon Templar, please.

Take the book in your right hand.
Read the words.

I swear by Almighty God
the evidence which I shall give

shall be the truth, the whole truth
and nothing but the truth.

You arrived at the scene of the fire
after it had been going some time.

Yes.

You heard the deceased was still in
the house and went in to get him out.

Are you telling me or asking me?

I am reiterating
what's already been established.

May I ask by whom?
I must have missed that bit.

Or was there a preliminary hearing
to which we were not all invited?

This court need not give
an account of itself to you.

I would remind you, this tragedy has
been fully reported in the newspapers.

I ask you to confirm certain facts.
Do you confirm them?

Yes, I do.

- What condition was the house in?
- Blazing from end to end.

- The west wing.
- West, east, the whole shebang.

But would you say the west wing
more than the rest?

Maybe I would, yes.

So the fire could have started
in the library.

It could.

So the smoke, rising up through
the floor of the bedroom above,

could have overcome the deceased
at an early stage.

- Do you see my reasoning?
- Yes, I do.

Do you think it provides a solution
as to his demise?

- No...l don't.
- Why not?

The smell of smoke reacts as an alarm
on the human mind, even when asleep.

On all perhaps but a heavy sleeper.

Or the drugged. Or the concussed.
Or the already dead.

(Shocked murmuring)

The court regards that
as a personal opinion,

unsupportable by medical fact.

Thank you. May I commend you
for a remarkable display of heroism.

You may step down. Next witness.

- Don't the jury have any questions?
- Yes, I have.

What is your question?

In your opinion, do you think there was
anything fishy about this fire?

- Mr Templar's opinions are not...
- Yes, I most certainly do!

(Coroner banging gavel)

Silence! We're not interested
in your theories, Mr Templar.

I am not offering theories,
I'm drawing attention to some facts

- that I've not been allowed to mention.
- What are they?

All the downstairs windows were open,
creating a draft through the rooms.

It was one o'clock
in the morning. Why?

- (Whispers) Answer that.
- I can answer that question.

- Mr Fairweather.
- It was a warm evening.

The windows had been open all clay.
The butler locks up before retiring.

He would have closed the windows
but the fire started before that.

Thank you. An instructive example of
the danger of jumping to conclusions.

All right. Then why
was Kennet's door locked?

- Was it locked?
- It was.

- How do you know?
- I tried it.

If the door had been open, I could've
saved Kennet's life. It was locked.

I looked through. There wasn't a key
either on the inside or the outside.

So I took an axe from the wall
to break the door down

but the whole ceiling collapsed.

Supposing the door was locked,
why shouldn't he lock his door?

I can imagine several reasons.

When a man spends the night
with his bitterest enemies,

he's a fool not to lock his door.

Usually when a man locks his door,
he leaves the key on the inside.

- Where was the key?
- (Shocked murmuring)

Silence! Silence!

Beg pardon, sir. I found the key
under the debris in the library.

Thank you. This is a case
of death by misadventure.

There is no evidence
to justify suspicion of foul play.

I beg to differ.
There's all sorts of evidence.

That key could've been planted. I say
this whole case stinks to high heaven!

- (Shocked murmuring)
- Silence! Silence!

I think this court is trying
to suppress the truth!

- (Coroner banging gavel)
- Silence!

I believe John Kennet was cunningly
and brutally m*rder*d!

(Clerk of court) Quiet! Will you please
be quiet! Quiet, please!

Please be quiet.

Death by misadventure, my foot!
How did they fix that coroner?

- Oh, Sir Robert.
- What is it?

My congratulations.
You twisted the truth beautifully.

- How dare you say that!
- A disgusting performance!

Don't waste time talking to him.

Mr Templar,
officially the case is closed.

Unofficially, it's very much open.

Mmm.

Simon, you haven't got much to go on.

I'll get more. Wait in the car, will you?
I want to talk to Lady Valerie.

Why am I excluded from conversations
with Lady Valerie?

Maybe you cramp my style.

- Lady Valerie.
- I have nothing to say to you.

I have lots to say to you.
You're charming, beautiful.

- I'd love to take you to dinner.
- That is your misfortune.

- I will make it worth your while.
- Oh.

I'll match anything Fairweather paid you
to lure John Kennet to Whiteways.

I was not paid money. It was a new
sports car. Can you match that?

- A little steep for dinner.
- Depends how hungry you are.

- I could work up quite an appetite.
- Call me. I'm in the book.

I'd like to say that I think
you're a sweet, sincere girl.

I'm as sincere as you are.

I bet you've made love to heaps of
women and never meant a word of it.

Sidney Fairweather.
He's owned that house for ten years.

He's on the board of
Norfelt Chemicals.

Bachelor, well respected, rich.

What about the Sangores?

Harrow, Cambridge,
an officer and a gentleman!

- Kane Luker?
- German industrialist.

- Bit of a mystery.
- How about our Lady Valerie?

Goes to all the right parties
with all the right people.

- Does she know Kennet's friend?
- Ralph Windlay?

- Mm.
- I've no idea. Why?

After I've dropped you at the office,
I think I'll have a chat with Windlay.

Templar.

- What the devil are you doing here?
- I make ask you the same, Inspector.

- He's dead.
- Who is he?

I assume he's Ralph Windlay.

- You the landlady? You found him?
- Half an hour ago.

I phoned Scotland Yard straight away.
Oh, it's awful!

Poor Mr Windlay.
He was such a nice boy.

Get her statement. Hold the others
while I talk to my friend here.

CID will be here in seconds.
Talk fast.

Examination of the body will prove
he's been dead at least three hours

and three hours ago,
as most of the natives can testify,

I was at an inquest in Anford.

- Whose inquest?
- John Kennet's.

- That country house fire?
- You read the papers.

And after?

I dropped Jackman, editor of the New
Nation, at his office and drove here.

- Why?
- To see Ralph Windlay.

Hopefully before anybody else did
but I was too late.

- What was the inquest verdict?
- Death by misadventure.

- And something's wrong with that?
- Inspector, I know something's wrong.

If I were you, I'd investigate
not one m*rder but two.

You k*lled him,
then don't even find the papers!

He fell and hit his head, Mr Luker!
We searched. They're just not there!

Bungled!
Stupidly, idiotically bungled!

Aren't we overestimating the harm
this article could do?

You are fools, all of you!
Ralph Windlay was a spy!

You let him worm his way in!

He was in the position of seeing
our most confidential papers!

Just a minute, Mr Luker...

There has been an incredibly stupid
breach of security!

Who knows what he saw
during the time he worked in this office!

For all you know, he may have
photostatted everything in that file!

Well...he was well vouched for.

Hah! Well vouched for!

months under your very nose

and you claim to be able
to smell traitors!

Get it through your thick head -
this article can discredit us in England!

Have you no brains at all?! Are you
nothing but a political figurehead?

Gestapo methods in England
are dangerous! We go as far as we dare!

You will go nowhere unless
that article is found and destroyed!

(Doorbell)

- Oh, come in.
- Thank you.

- You're right on time.
- I'm eager.

- It's charming.
- Thank you.

- And expensive.
- Very.

I've mixed the Martinis very dry.
Will you pour?

- Where are we having dinner?
- Best restaurant in London.

Lovely! A divine dinner, a handsome man
and I earn money to boot!

Aren't I frightfully clever?

I mean, compared to those
poor shop girls earning £ a week.

At least they are honest.

Am I getting a lecture
on Victorian morality?

- It'd be miles above your head.
- And yours.

- To you.
- Poor, bad little me!

Can we be serious for a moment?

- Must we be?
- m*rder is a rather serious subject.

It's like fire.

You don't play around with it
without getting your fingers burnt.

And, as a result of your hustling,
a brilliant young writer has been k*lled.

- John Kennet was not k*lled.
- Yes, he was.

Along with his friend Ralph Windlay.

- What?
- It's in the afternoon papers.

Or don't you read?

- I don't believe it.
- It's true. I saw it.

- But who...?
- The police are working on it.

I don't understand any of this.

There's no use crying about it

but if you care, you can go on with
what Kennet wanted to do.

- What?
- Do you know about his article?

No. He never talked about it.

- You drove him to Whiteways.
- Yes.

- Did he have any luggage with him?
- I suppose he had an overnight bag.

- Was he carrying anything else?
- I think he put a brown envelope

in the pocket of his jacket.

- Did he say what was in it?
- No.

You weren't at the powwow
at Whiteways?

- No, I was told to keep away.
- Oh, yes, I forgot.

You'd already been paid off
with the sports car.

Don't you dare get holier-than-thou!

You have quite a reputation yourself
so don't lecture me about honesty!

All that really matters is money
and I intend to have bags of it!

- Planning on a little blackmail?
- Get out!

- I haven't had my money's worth.
- The deal's off! Get out!

I feel sorry for you, I really do.
You don't know what you're up against.

I hope you find out before you get hurt -

or k*lled.

Sidney, it's so sweet of you
to come over.

- I'm happy to.
- I really do need your advice.

- It's about John Kennet.
- What about him?

About a week before he d*ed,
he was here for drinks.

We argued about his pet subject -
the resurgence of the n*zi Party.

He said the most incredible things
about you and Mr Luker

and Sir Robert.

I told him he was talking absolute rot.

He shoved an envelope full of papers
into my hand and told me to read them

and then say if I thought it was rot.

Got a light, darling?

Thank you.
Well, I had a thousand things to do.

I didn't read it all the way through
at the time - it went on for ever!

- So I dumped it.
- You dumped it?!

That's what I don't know, darling.

It must be somewhere - I didn't dump it
off the top of a bus or anything.

I just can't remember where I put it.

I see.

Dear Sidney,
such an understanding man.

- How much?
- Well, I don't want to be greedy.

But you are loaded with money
and a girl has to...

- How much?
- £ , .

- Don't be idiotic.
- I know I've no head for figures.

Probably the article isn't worth
nearly that much.

Maybe it would be a good idea
if I gave it to Mr Templar.

He's so good at ferreting out
information and detecting things.

Very well. £ , .

- When?
- Tomorrow?

Lovely.

- Here.
- Six o'clock for drinks.

- You'll have the article?
- Oh, Sidney, of course.

I have all day tomorrow to think
where I've put it.

- Goodnight, Valerie.
- Goodnight.

£ , and it's so easy.

- And she wants money?
- Yes.

- How do you know she isn't bluffing?
- I know she means business.

You really believe this will end
when you pay her?

Without the article, she's no thr*at.

What prevents her
from having it photostatted, hm?

- No, money's a temporary solution.
- What do you suggest?

Permanent steps
to deal with both her and Templar.

No, Kane, I absolutely forbid it!

- Your suburban piousness sickens me.
- How dare you speak to me that way!

The time for talk is past.
Lady Valerie is dangerous.

Nonsense!
She's a featherbrained opportunist!

She has no idea
what she's involved in.

Look, Kane, try it my way first.
It's my money. I can afford it.

All right. As you say,
it's your money.

It's all she's interested in.
Politics bore her to tears.

Very well, then. Pay her the money
and bring the article directly here.

- Until tomorrow, then.
- Goodnight.

Goodnight, Sidney. Good luck.

Call it Nazism, fascism,
whatever you like,

but it's based on the ability
to create a mass movement.

Then to use spiritual
and physical terror.

We all saw what happened in Germany
under h*tler.

I don't think the same thing
can happen here.

People who forget the past are
sometimes condemned to relive it.

- (Phone ringing)
- I'll let myself out. Goodnight.

- Hello?
- Simon darling...this is Valerie.

Remember that envelope I gave you?

What envelope?

Something important's come up.
Can you get over here right away?

- Is this a distress signal?
- "That's right."

- You want me to come over?
- Yes, darling. Don't tell anybody.

- I'll explain when you get here.
- minutes.

Come in.

Wh-What is this?

Listen, I-l haven't clone anything.
Valerie called, I...

You've got the envelope?

Yes, but...
do you have to keep that g*n on me?

Pick it up!

Open it.

Drop it! Or Mr Muscles will be
looking for a new head!

Untie her.

- You k*lled Windlay.
- I only hit him once and he d*ed.

- What about Kennet?
- I don't know.

- Think again.
- It was Luker, I swear it was!

- Simon!
- Bring the g*n.

They don't start systematic m*rder to
stop people reading old love letters.

Call the police.

Not that you two deserve
police justice. Maybe...

Simon!

(Valerie) Simon?

Simon, are you all right?

Yes, I think so.

- You've been unconscious for hours.
- What happened?

Luke: came behind you, hit you.

Then they tied us up...and put us
in a car and we drove for hours.

- Where are we?
- In the country. I don't know.

Simon, it's all my fault.
I've been so greedy and stupid.

I'm not going to argue with you
but crying won't help.

See if you can stand up.

Oh, Simon, I'm so frightened.

What are they going to do with us?

They want that article badly enough
to k*ll for it. Where is it?

In the post. I addressed it
to myself and mailed it.

It'll be there this morning.

Well, on your feet, are you?

What are you going to do with us?

Mr Luker will have a long talk with you
and you're going to cooperate.

- per cent.
- We'll have to see about that.

There's no doubt about it.

Otherwise Austin here will put you
out of action permanently.

(Car drawing up)

- Who's that?
- Relax.

It's Sangore arriving from London.

Well, Mr Templar, I'll tell Mr Luker
you're ready to talk.

You do that.

I thought you'd never get here.

I demand an explanation!
What the devil are you doing?!

It's quite simple. I'm using your cellar.

I've supported you all I can
but I draw the line at imprisoning people!

Templar and Lady Valerie know
where that article is. They will tell me.

But how dare you involve us!
It's monstrous!

Why? This is the safest place
to bring them.

The house is isolated
and Lady Sangore was alone.

He...He forced his way in here!
I was terrified!

Get them out of here!
I will not stand for any more v*olence!

You didn't object to murdering Kennet!
Do as you're told!

Robert, what's he saying?

Did you attribute his death
to divine intervention?

- You knew this?
- Of course he knew!

- Answer me, Robert!
- Well, I... The fact is, I...

And you suspected,
so don't pretend it's such a shock!

You are both accessories to m*rder.

If you have any doubt...
call the police.

It would be difficult to explain
your silence at the inquest.

Gwen...

I never realised...not even
for a second that Kennet's death...

- Then you are a very stupid woman.
- My dear, there were risks.

You don't care how much dirty work's
involved as long as you don't do it!

- You white-washed dummy!
- I've cooperated! I played my part!

You embraced the dynamic force
that made n*zi Germany great!

It is too late to slide out now!

You are in this up to your neck
and you're going to stay in it.

If that article ever gets out,
we are finished, all of us!

For the first time, when I need your help,
you are going to give it to me!

You knew this.
You were actually involved in m*rder.

It had to be done.
Kennet could've ruined everything.

- Mr Luker, Templar's conscious.
- Good.

Valerie, there's a cigarette lighter
in my pocket.

The lighter will burn the ropes.
Get it out.

- Yes.
-(Door opening)

Mr Templar, I haven't much time.
You know where the article is. I want it.

- I'm sure you do.
- Where is it?

I know you can resist interrogation
for a long time

therefore we shall work on Lady Valerie.

There are some very efficient methods
of inflicting pain.

So the big new n*zi regime starts
with the t*rture of a girl.

Shut up!

Lady Valerie, I will give you minutes

to convince our gallant
Mr Templar here to talk.

If you fail, you will be
turned over to Austin.

Out.

The lighter. Quick, turn around.
Light it.

Again. Go on.

Hold it steady.

Hold it still!

(Valerie) Can't see!

- I can't see!
- Keep it still!

That's enough. Give it a rest.

- How does it look?
- Your hands!

- OK, try it again.
- Are you sure you can stand it?

It's probably not as bad
as what Austin has in store for you. OK.

I'm sorry!

I was trying
to give up smoking, anyway.

You know how it started, Gwen.

I am convinced this democratic form
of government is absolutely useless.

The masses simply can't
govern themselves.

And to prove this,
you'll allow two people to be k*lled.

- They won't be k*lled.
- Do you think Luker will free them?

To talk?

(Luker) Well?

Simon, I have to tell him!

It's in an envelope I addressed
to myself and mailed yesterday.

- To your flat?
- Yes.

: . What time is your first delivery?

It should be there now. The porter takes
the letters to the individual flats.

- Your key. Where is it?
- I don't know. It was in my bag.

- The bag's in her car.
- Get it.

For your own sake, I sincerely hope
you are telling the truth.

I had to tell them, Simon.
I can't bear physical pain.

Will they let us go?

What do you think?

Thank you very much.
You have been most helpful. Goodbye.

- It's there.
- Shall I come with you?

No. You stay here and take care of them.

- You're going to do it?
- Cheer up.

We've extricated ourselves from what
might have been a delicate situation.

The girl and Templar -
what'll happen to them?

Let's call it the Final Solution.

Face the wall!

Simon!

No!

What are you, the pig k*ller?
The executioner of the new regime?

You'll find out.

Take that!

(g*nsh*t)

Don't say anything. Just get out.

Jackman will publish the article
in his next issue.

A complete exposé of the party -
the money behind it, the people.

- And Luker?
- Charged with m*rder.

Let's talk about something else.
I'm sick of the whole horrible subject.

- You choose it.
- Where shall we go for dinner?

Somewhere glamorous and expensive!

Apart from the food,
what else will it cost us?

- It's on me. You two are my guests.
- I don't believe it!

I've had my fingers b*rned.

- I've learned my lesson.
- And what is that, Lady Valerie?

Why, that only the Saint plays with fire!