05x24 - A Double in Diamonds

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SIMON: blue white diamonds.

Flawlessly set in platinum.

Value - £.

Well, you've heard the old saying -
"Things are seldom what they seem

and skimmed milk masquerades as
cream."

Charlie, it's stunning.

The Gillingham necklace?
Yeah, not bad.

Did you have the real one to copy?
No. Worked from a photograph.

Just how close is it?

Any diamond man could spot it as a fake
at once. And, of course, Lord Gillingham.

I don't put the hallmark inside the
clasp.

But two foot away, you could fool
all the people all the time.

Here's your cufflinks.

Hey! They're perfect.

What do you expect? Charlie Hallowes
makes anything, it's always perfect.

Oh, you're far too modest.

I shall wear them.

By the way, who ordered the necklace?
Why?

Well, replicas of valuable necklaces
give me ideas.

Such as fraud and grand larceny.

Trouble with you, you've got a
suspicious mind. Very.

Nah, Gillingham ordered it all
right.

He wrote me a letter, crest an' all.

And it's being picked up personally in a
few minutes, by Lord Gillingham's secretary.

Slow down.

Nervous?

It's bad enough stealing the Gillingham
necklace without being caught for speeding.

Charlie, they're beautiful.

I shall flourish them at every party.

Tell all your rich friends Charlie
Hallowes made them.

I will. You send the bill to my
house. Oh, forget it.

Oh, I wouldn't hear of it, Charlie.

Well, take 'em off, then.

Oh, now, come on.

Listen, it's a pleasure.

I ain't got many friends, but one of
them happens to be the famous Simon Templar.

CHARLIE: Come in!

Good morning, Mr Hallowes.

Good morning, Miss Summers.
All ready for you.

Just a slight adjustment to the
clasp.

It's very, very good. It's perfect.

Perfect.

How much is it? £.

I'll send the bill to Lord
Gillingham.

His Lordship will pay cash this
time.

Cash? Surely you don't mind?

But...none of my clients ever pay
cash.

What are you doing?

No offence, Miss Summers. I think I'll
have a quick word with Lord Gillingham.

He won't like to be disturbed.
I won't keep him long.

He's... He's out!

Then I won't disturb him, will I?

--...

MAN: Lord Gillingham's residence.

Hello?

Who is that, please?
Mr Hallowes.

Mr Hallowes. Is anyone
there?

Lord Gillingham's residence.

Hello?

Look, stealing the necklace is one
thing,

k*lling a man's an...Oh, shut up!

Drop me here. And for heaven's sake,
keep your nerve!

Well, well! A fashion
show in Gillingham House.

Father must be spinning in his
grave, I think.

Oh, come off it, Daddy. There are
plenty of worse ways of earning money.

Well, keep a list, darling. We may
have to try them all.

Ah, Kate! Where on earth have you
been?

I had dozens of things to atte...
This is looking nice.

Are you all right? Yes, I'm just a
little rushed.

You look a bit ragged.

Has the necklace arrived yet? The
bank delivered it an hour ago.

It's in the safe.

Why should anybody commit m*rder for
a fake necklace?

Claud, dear boy, people commit m*rder
for all sorts of stupid reasons.

The letter from Lord Gillingham.

Here, sir.

Some day, trying buying your own.
Very gracious.

Very odd, indeed.

Claud, I tell you what. If I were
you...You aren't.

Fortunately for Scotland Yard.

I'm only trying to help.

I would rather be trampled to death
by a bull elephant.

That can be arranged.

You know er...you're just plain
cantankerous.

You can go now.

Try not to miss me too much.

Inspector, he marked an item in the
paper.

One of the main social
events of this week

is the showing of Pierre's new
collection

at the elegant London home of Lord
Gillingham this afternoon.

Model Veronica Keeran will wear
Pierre's supreme triumph, La Vie En Rose,

and with it, the famous Gillingham
necklace.

It's revolting. Honestly, I could
scream!

What is it? It's these gloves. Look,
they just don't match.

Honestly, if I don't do everything
myself, it all goes wrong.

Well, you'll just have to make do,
my dear. On you go.

It's very pretty, though.

Oh, Veronica! La Vie En Rose next.

Oh, the necklace, Mary! We need the
necklace. I'll get it. I'll get it.

Space Age next, darling.

Acapulco. A dashing resort coat in
bold, horizontal striped silk.

Aquamarine and white.

It's double-breasted, with casual pockets,
and worn with a white felt Stetson hat.

They're ready.

Oh, well er...shut the safe, will
you, dear?

Veronica!

My nerves - they're absolutely
screaming!

Well, they would be.
You're so understanding.

Veronica!

These girls!

Oh, angel! That is absolute bliss!
Divine!

The necklace, Lord Gillingham.

Oh! Beautiful. Beautiful.

Steal it? Do you seriously think
they'll try? I'm sure of it.

How? That remains to be seen.

I... I think we'd better warn my
father.

Shirtwaister.

The understated elegance of a
tailored dress,

but in the grand manner.

This is entirely covered in
paillette.

Ecstasy! Absolute ecstasy.

Come along.

Veronica, wearing La Vie En Rose -

the crowning achievement of Pierre's
collection this season.

Heavenly pink chiffon cascading from
the tiny bodice of silk roses.

And with it, Veronica is wearing the
famous Gillingham necklace.

diamonds set in platinum.

It was presented to Catherine the Great of
Russia by her lover, Gregori Orlov, in .

It passed into the Gillingham family
in .

It is conservatively valued at
£,.

Where's the trouser suit? The green
sequins! Come along!

Ah.

You see, Simon, you're an alarmist.

But do me a favour. Take a good look
at it.

The hallmark! Oh, Daddy!

It's not there! It must be.

Don't rush off.What is this?

It's a fake!It can't be.

I swear, this is a different necklace to
the one I put on this child a minute ago.

Turkish Delight. A delicious
confection forformal occasions.

The line is utterly simple, but this
dress is blazing with colour.

And note the sleeves, which are encrusted with
embroidery in an intriguing Turkish design.

Are you trying to say I'm a thief?

We're just asking you some
questions, young lady.

Now, look. Men are not allowed back
here.

Yes, Claud, I do think it would be...
Be quiet!

Gold stockings? Are you mad?

Show me exactly what you did. You
walked over there.

After Lord Gillingham put on the
necklace.

Claud, wait.

You open your mouth once more, and I'll arrest
you for impeding a police investigation!

And now, Celeste, wearing Turquoise
Cloud.

Let me get this straight, Inspector.

You say that Charlie Hallowes claims
that I ordered this replica?

That's what he told Templar.

By letter. He also said your secretary
was picking it up in a few minutes.

That I was? But I was nowhere near
Hatton Garden this morning.

Where were you?

Well, I...I'd have to make a list of
everything I did.

I went to several shops in Regent
Street and Knightsbridge.

There were lots of niggling little
things to get for the show.

I might add, Inspector, that Miss
Summers has been with me for ten years.

Her integrity goes without saying.
I see.

Thank you, Lord Gillingham.

Claud, I have an idea. Indeed?

Excuse me.Here, just a minute!

This is the fake, remember? Oh. Yes.

Now, with your permission, I would
like to re-enact the crime.

Coming?

I'll be the laughing stock of
London.

Would you believe it? Lipstick on
Tropical Night!

Won't it clean? I've got a showing
in Paris tomorrow.

A man can only take so much.

You! You've ruined my show.
I'm sorry about that, sonny.

And don't call me sonny! You... You
oaf.

If I were you, lad, I'd stick to
sewing and keep a civil tongue in my head!

Lad?

Right, Claud, would you go out on the
platform, please?

You wait here. Right, sir.

Right.

Claud, can you hear me? Of course! Do
you think I'm deaf?

Good. I'll start counting the minute Veronica
gets out of our sight. Yell the second you see her.

SIMON: One, two, three, four...

Now!

Well, Claud, that only took four
seconds.

Are you trying to say I got the real
necklace off and put this one on in four seconds?

You got a watch, Claud? Time me.

Go ahead.

Seven seconds.

And you could see.That's true.

And what am I supposed to have done
with the real one?

You searched me. And found nothing.

Maybe you think I've swallowed it,
or something.

You see, Claud? It is impossible.

This dress happens to be the gem of
my collection.

Would anybody mind if Veronica takes
it off?

Go on. Thank you.

You're absolutely sure the real
necklace was used?

I'm positive. Mary saw me getting it
out of the safe.

Baffling, isn't it, Claud? There's
some perfectly simple explanation.

Have you got it? I'll get it.

Let's go back to the study and do a
little thinking.

It does help.

Lord Gillingham.

Oh, Kate. Just a moment.

I'll er...leave you to discuss the
er...finances with Pierre.

Of course, Lord Gillingham. Hm.

How was I? Shut up, you fool!

Do you want to ruin everything?

Now go home.

Well, it all went very well. Except
for Charlie Hallowes.

Oh, relax. All that means is that you won't be
able to join me for a couple of weeks, that's all.

A couple of weeks? If you leave
Gillingham, he'll get suspicious.

You said I could...Don't argue.

But, Pierre, you told me I...

Don't ever take this mad dress
designer act of mine for real.

No, I... I know it isn't.

That's right.

You do, don't you?

Hi. Hello.

May I come in? What for?

Ooh, a little talk.

What about? Anything you like.

Laws to stop careless skiing?

Just exactly what do you want?

I like models.

Amazing. Who thought it up? Not you,
surely?

Thought what up?

Oh, come off it, darling. I figured it out -
the only possible way it could have been done.

Will you come out, or shall I come in
and get you?

Come over near your sister.

Amazing, the tricks nature plays.

You're Veronica. No, I'm Valerie.

Ah, so Lord Gillingham put the
necklace on you,

and in that fatal few seconds, your twin,
who was hidden between a layer of curtains,

stepped out wearing the fake, which
means that Pierre is our man.

How do you figure that out?

Well, somebody had to make identical
dresses of an exclusive model.

Why don't you sit down?

Nature's bookends.

It'll be confusing for them in
prison.

In prison? You wouldn't!

Well, I suppose they could put you
in... different cell blocks.

Mr Templar, please! Oh, it won't be
so bad.

Time off for good behaviour, you'll
be out in years.

Oh, Mr Templar!

Oh, please! We'll do anything.
Anything.

Anything?

Well, it'll be different.

But before I ask for the supreme
sacrifice, why don't you talk?

I threw a coat on over the dress.

She slipped out the back. There was
a man waiting in a car.

He drove her home. I gave him the
necklace.

And er...what did he give you?
A thousand pounds.

And Pierre?

In Paris. Where in Paris?

I don't know. Neither do I.

Well, maybe a little chat with the
police will jog your memories.

He made a phone call from here once.

That's right. To a man
called...Nicholas.At a nightclub.

What was the name of it? A French
name.

In Paris. That is odd.

The L'Auberge d'Or. That's it!

L'Auberge d'Or.

Well, that doesn't exactly close the
case, but at least it's a start.

Then you won't get us arrested?
Well, let's put it this way.

The police have made it very clear
they don't need my help.

Then we can relax.

That depends. On what?

On whether I recover the Gillingham
necklace... & find Charlie Hallowes' k*ller.

Ladies.

You have it? Yes.

Were there...difficulties?

Does it matter?

Not to me. I was merely being
polite.

An art you should strive to master.

Were there difficulties? No.

You're a compulsive liar.

Let's cut the compliments and get on
with the business in hand, shall we?

Certainly.

Exquisite.

Absolutely superb.

You can pay now, you can admire it
later.

Why are you being so disagreeable?

Or did something serious go wrong?

No, nothing went wrong. Went like a
charm.

Switch on the lamp.

Congratulations. Thank you.

On your highly-developed sense of
humour.

What do you mean?

This...is a fake!

Don't be funny. See for yourself.

The setting is platinum.

And pieces of beautifully cut
crystal.

In other words, glass.

Simon Templar is here. What?

Oh, say I'm busy. Oh, Daddy, please!

We can't just brush him off.

Besides, he is trying to help us.

Well, things have changed. I know.

But please, just see him for a
minute. Oh, all right. Bring him in.

Come in, Simon.

Thank you, Mary.

Good morning, Lord Gillingham.
Templar.

Am I wrong, or is there a certain
tension in the atmosphere?

Yes, I'm afraid there is.

You won't approve of what I'm going
to do. Try me.

I had a phone call from Brussels
last night.

They'll er... They'll sell me back
the necklace.

For £,.

Well, now. That's very generous of
them.

They evidently realise it's not an
easy thing to dispose of.

This is to be, I take it, a cash on
delivery deal? It has to be cash.

A sterling transfer through official
channels would take weeks.

And they want the money tomorrow.

Brussels. Very odd.

Why?

You lug the cash out of the country
in this. Is that the idea?

I'm afraid that's my affair.

Well, then, by no means let me
interfere.

Remember Charlie Hallowes' m*rder.

Good luck. I think you'll need it.

I hate letting you do this, Mary.
There's a certain amount of risk, you know.

I'll be careful, and I'm glad I'm
doing it. Hm.

Oh. Kate. Did you get Mary's ticket?

You leave Victoria at nine o'clock tonight.
You must think I'm mad going by train.

Lots of people do.I just hate
flying.

What did Mr Templar want? Oh,
nothing important.

Now, go over my instructions again.

Well, you arrive in Brussels, check
in at the Atlantic Hotel -

I've made a reservation for you.

A man will call to see you some time
tomorrow morning.

Don't ask any questions. Just give
him the briefcase.

He'll go away, take the money out,

put the necklace in,

return the er...briefcase.

Bring it back to London as quickly
as you can.

MARY:Well, it sounds simple enough.

Well, with the currency restrictions,
it was the only way to work it. There.

Now, let's have our tea. Kate?

I'll be along in a minute. I have
some things to do.

I want Paris , please.

Greetings!

All part of the British Railways'
superb service.

How did you know I was on this
train?I have spies everywhere.

Oh, really.

Here. No, thank you.

Oh, what's the matter? Don't you
trust me?

I haven't really thought about it.

Well, try thinking about it now.

No.

Well, I figured you needed a
bodyguard.

Why?

Come on, drink up.

Why do I need a bodyguard? Well,
surely it's obvious.

A pretty girl, travelling alone on a
train, with £, in cash.

To a safe journey.

There we are. We er...lose the dining
car at Dover.

We might as well have some supper.
I'd love to.

Mm.

Uh-uh, you're forgetting something.

Ah, Mr Templar.

You reserved table , I believe.
That's right.

Here. Allow me.

Thank you.

Mm, that was lovely, Simon. Thank
you. My pleasure.

All set? Mm.

Where's your compartment?

Convenient, isn't it? Oh, you think
so?

Yes, well, you can keep your side
locked.

If you need me, just open the door
and shout.

I don't think that'll be necessary.
You can never tell.

Good night, Mary.

Mr Templar? Yes.

The maitre d' in the dining car
found this.

Thank you. Do come in. Yes, sir.

Shut the door. I'd like a word with
you. Yes, sir.

Now, we er...get to Dover at :pm,
right? Yes, sir.

And er...Dunkirk at :am? That's
correct, sir.

What time do we leave Dunkirk?

Well, it takes about minutes to
get the train off the ferry, sir.

Good. The moment the train's on the
ferry at Dover,

I want you to lock this door from the
outside.

You mean lock you in, sir?

No, no. I'm getting off at Dover and
back on again at Dunkirk.

You're getting off at Dover, sir?
Yes.

And back on again at Dunkirk? Yes,
you've got it.

N-n-n-no, sir. I haven't.

Well, why not?

Well, it's none of my business, sir,
but I'd like to know

how you figure you're going to get
from Dover to Dunkirk.

miles of open water, sir.

Well, it's very simple. I walk on it.

He walks on it?

Of course! How else?

What's our ETA Brussels? :am.

Yes, well, I shouldn't need more than
an hour and a half,

if you're ready to take off again at
two.

You hired the aeroplane. That's
right.

Mr Templar, I know it's none of my
business, but I can't quite...

..why I get off a train at Dover
that's going to Brussels,

charter a plane to fly to Brussels,
then fly back to Dunkirk

and get on a train that's going to
Brussels.

Well, it is a bit confusing.

Not to me.

Qui est-il? Ben?

Qu'est-ce que vous voulez? Simon
Templar.

Simon! Come in!

It has been a long time, Simon. I'm
glad to see you.

Oh, thank you, Ben. It's mutual.

But why do you wake me up in the
middle of the night?

The Gillingham necklace.

The...Gillingham necklace?

I do not understand.

Oh, come off it, Ben.

The moment I heard "Brussels", I knew
it was you. You are buying it, aren't you?

I am.

From whom? From Gillingham.

Who else? OK, give.

For you, Simon, I will be truthful.

Good. Then you know about the
robbery. Yes.

I also know Lord Gillingham has been
for many years playing a harmless joke.

He has made from the necklace a most
beautiful replica.

When? Oh, some time ago.

Before the w*r.

Well, that figures.

Two replicas.

Two? I know only of one.

Go on.

Well, Lord Gillingham, he sees in
this the opportunity of a lifetime.

Officially, the necklace has been
stolen.

But that is the fake one, you
understand.

The real one's in a safety deposit
box. Just so.

And Lord Gillingham called you from
London.

He says he is ready to sell.

Bien. I am ready to buy.

His daughter, she arrive with a briefcase
at the Hotel Atlantic in the morning.

I collect briefcase, take out the
necklace,

put in the money, return briefcase.

Finis.

And lucky Lord Gillingham gets paid
twice.

Once by you, once by the insurance
company.

Insurance companies make too much
money.

Well, they won't make much money out
of this little deal, will they?

Exactly what are you telling me?

Ben, if I were you, I'd er...plan on
sleeping in late this morning.

You mean I am not buying the
Gillingham necklace?

It's not for sale.

As a matter of interest, Mr Templar,
how was your crossing?

Oh, I didn't even get my feet wet.

Thank you very much, sir.

I thought you were never going to
make it. Get the steward in here.

Steward, I wonder if I could ask you
something.

Kate! What are you doing here?
Pierre! Give me that case!

Hurry! We've only got three minutes
to the bridge!

Simon!

Is Templar on this train?

Is he? Where is he?

He can't be.

Check the corridor and the toilets
at each end. Let me out!

Just one sound out of you, darling,
just one.

Come on!

For heaven's sake, we're nearly at
the bridge! Get the necklace.

Don't you...

There's been a switch.

This isn't Gillingham's case.
Try this one.

Argh!

Hold it!

All right.It's getting a little
crowded, isn't it?

In 'ere.

Open it.

Put that on!

Here, look through that.

We're coming to the bridge.

Sit down.

Is it there? No.

Now!

Obviously you have failed again.

Gillingham can have his choice.

The necklace...or his daughter.

They didn't call you in London?
They may have done by now.

No, thanks, no.

Right after I talked to you, I... I
caught the next train.

You see what happens when you're
greedy.

Well, this is all your fault. If you hadn't
switched briefcases, they wouldn't have taken Mary.

It would have helped if you had told
the truth.

You were so busy trying to fiddle the
insurance company & collect from Ben Mercier,

you couldn't think straight.

Simon, I... I must get Mary back.

I'd... I'd do anything, give
anything.

Give anything, eh?

All right, then. I'll give them the
necklace.

You have it?

Of course.

Simon I...

I don't deserve your help.

That's right, you don't.

But I've seen Charlie Hallowes' K*llers
once, I would like to see them again.

You can find them? I think so.

Where do you start?

With a man called Nicholas.

At a nightclub. L'Auberge d'Or.

# Oh, don't walk away

# For I hope that you will always be

# My lover all eternity

#Without you near me

# To hold me tight...

Is Nicholas here tonight?

You are a friend? A cousin.

It is his habit to call for Michelle
about midnight.

Michelle?

#Never let it be said

#That I wasn't kind

#I beg you, I beg you to stay

#Oh, don't walk away

#For I hope that you will always be

#My lover all eternity

#I hope that you will always be

#My lover all eternity

Allez-vous-s'en.

Entree.

What can I do for you?

I am the emissary of
the Sheikh Ibn Elik Ben Mousseff.

The Sheikh is most disturbed. Eh,
alors...

Sheikh...Sheikh who?

Ibn Elik Ben Mousseff.

I am the conveyor of the Sheikh's humble
wishes that you take supper with him.

This Sheikh - oil?

Oil? Oh, dis donc! Oceans of it.

Eh, dis donc, please, sit down.

Oh, you are most kind.

He perhaps... He perhaps...looks
like you.

I am but a pale shadow of his beauty.

I have, unfortunately, another
engagement.

Well, then, break it.

Eh, bien, I have tried almost
everything.

Now perhaps I'll add the Sheikh to
the list. Why not?

Rene?

Please call Nicholas and tell him I
will be late.

The number is Fontainebleau .

Now, this Sheikh...where is he?

Ah, I've just remembered something.

I promised his mother I would have
him home early.

His mother?He is only four years
old.

Going somewhere, Templar?
Apparently.

Oh!

Too bad about Charlie Hallowes.

It had to be done.

His er...funeral is Tuesday.

I don't suppose you'll be there.
You won't be, either.

That's a pity. I sort of hate missing
paying my last respects to Charlie.

You can't have everything in this
life.

Well! Hello again. Ah!

The Sheikh's emissary.

Shalom. May I have a lift? I thought
the others were driving you.

Well, they didn't carry enough
insurance.Insurance?

Ah, Mr Templar.

I've been looking forward enormously
to meeting you.

Oh, I feel the same way.

Where are the others? They were
delayed. Michelle brought me.

You have the Gillingham necklace?
Yes, I do.

I want it.

And you shall have it.

In exchange for Mary Gillingham.

We'll be delighted to get rid of
her.

Yeah, well, I'm sure she feels the
same way.

Probably.

Where do we make the exchange?

What about the club, after Michelle's
last show?

I'll be there.

With Mary. Of course.

Good.

Oh, just er...one other thing.

The replica. Ha! It's of no value.

Not even worth locking.

Yes, but er...Lord Gillingham has a
sentimental attachment to it.

You shall have it.

Well, that's that, then, isn't it?

Mary and the replica in exchange for
the real one.

Agreed. Show him out.

Thanks for the hospitality.

# Without you

Allow me. Merci.

The er...Sheikh would have liked to
have been here in person to put this on,

but for reasons I'm sure you
understand, he just couldn't be here.

There we are. Isn't that magnificent?
Oh, c'est formidable!

The replica.

Ready, Mary?

Sorry to break up the party, but I'm
sure you understand.

Yes, of course.

And it's been a pleasure. I really
mean that.

Oh! My cigar.

Absolutely beautiful.

It looks well on me, yes? Yes,
cherie.

Take if off. Oh, no, Nicholas! Not
yet. No.

Oh!

But this is the real one! What?

That's right.

You'll be glad to know that Charlie's
K*llers have been arrested.

And when you notify the insurance
company, tell them I got it back,

and that I'd like a small fee.

Say per cent?

Saintly commission.