05x02 - Interlude in Venice

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'Venice. Queen of the Adriatic.

Famous, among other things, for its
pigeons,

of every colour and creed, ripe for
the plucking.

The natives call them 'turismo'.

After dark, Venice is a romantic
fairy land...

..but in the dark alleyways, not
every path leads to enchantment.'

WOMAN: You don't understand! Please,
stop it! You don't understand!

Come on. I'll show you a good time.

I don't want to. Now, leave me
alone.

You heard the lady.

Hey, you're marvellous.
Where did you find Romeo?

Well, he seemed all right at first.

He picked you up?
No.

You picked him up?

I guess I made a mistake.

I only wanted to see Venice at
night.

Yes, well, Miss...?
Allardyce. Cathy Allardyce.

Well, where are you staying?
At the Royal Danieli.

Good. I'll take you back there.
But I don't know your name.

Simon Templar.

Carlo is here.

Well...?
Didn't work.

Why?

Some guy - a tourist - interfered.
So you muffed it?

I couldn't help it, Foots. I'm fine
with a camera, but the other side of it...

And this girl - she's been around
plenty.

All right, Carlo.

We'll have to set her up with Prince
Ubaldo.

You picked him up, didn't you?
What if I did?

She's becoming a tramp! Leave her
alone for two minutes

and she'll pick up the first man
she sees.

Now, Helen, she's safely home.
Thanks to Mr Templar.

All right. Let's forget it.
Forget it?

A broken-down bullfighter in Madrid,
a muscle-bound skin-diver in Nice...

Oh, shut up!And now a greasy-haired
gigolo in an alley.

Well, nothing happened!
I'll bet it wasn't your -

Now, both of you, stop it!

I didn't want to come to Europe. It
was her idea!

I've told you not to refer to Helen
as 'her'.

That's the root cause of it.
I'm the wicked stepmother.

And you hate the competition.
Cathy, be quiet!

If you weren't so stupid, you'd see
right through her.

All she married you for was money!

Insolent little brat!
Helen, for heaven's sake!

She's your daughter, not mine.

For all I care, you can give her to
the garbage man!

Cathy, why do you act this way?

I'm sorry.Well, Helen's only trying
to do what's best for you.

Oh, she'd like to take a hair-brush
to me.

So would I sometimes. Except, it
seems a little late right now.

I guess I haven't been much of a
father.

Oh, Daddy...Well, you were a baby
when your mother d*ed,

and I was always so absorbed in law
and politics.

Cathy, I've neglected you.

No, you haven't.

I love Helen very much. She means
everything to me.

And so do you.

Now, please, as a favour to me, will
you try and meet her halfway?

I'd do anything for you, Daddy. You
know that.

Then try, will you? Just a little
co-operation?

I promise.

Thank you, baby.

Are you going to Rome tomorrow?
I have to. Important business.

I'm spending the day
with Mr Templar.

He's going to show me Venice.

I'll ask Helen to come along.

That's my girl!

There's the Bridge of Sighs. Designed
by a man called Contini around .

Oh, isn't that beautiful?Gorgeous.
It's very kind of you, Simon.

It's my pleasure.
When do we eat lunch?

Hungry?
Starving.

Have you got any more
of that bird seed?

We don't have much. I'd better go
get some more.

May I ask you a question?
Go ahead.

Do you like Cathy?

Meaning: do I like her money?
Oh, she's told you?

Well, that her mother left her a
million dollars in trust.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be rude.

Well, she's young...

..rich, romantic, pretty.

She's easy prey for fortune hunters.
You've a right to be worried.

Well, it hasn't been easy.

I only married John a year ago.

I'm not used to this role of
heavy-handed stepmother.

I can see that.Cathy's mother d*ed
when she was eight.

All through her adolescence, she ran
more or less wild.

John was busy in politics.

How did you meet him?
After he became District Attorney.

I went to work for him as a
secretary.

Cathy classifies me as 'an
unfortunate office romance'.

I wouldn't put up with it, except...

You love him?
Well, yes...

..and since Cathy means a great deal
to him...

..well, she has to mean a great deal
to me, too.

Please.

Ubaldo, what's the matter?

You've been acting so strange
lately.

It's over, isn't it?

I thought you'd never get the
message,

but since you finally have, yes,
it's over.

Oh, don't say this.

I'm sick of the sight of you!

Don't look like this. You didn't
expect it to last for ever, did you?

But I fell in love with you.

That's too bad.

Fortunati's coming. Now, get lost.

Oh, but you can't throw me out - not
like this.

I already have.

I suppose I can take the clothes you
gave me.

Or are you saving them for the next
one?

Take the clothes. Take everything,
but get lost!

I'll get back at you, lover...
somehow.

What do you want?
You.Back at the Palazzo tonight.

Nothing doing. I'm sick of it.

You're sick of it?

You puffed-up phoney.

I spent a fortune on that crummy
Palazzo of yours.

Till I came along, even the rats had
left.

Now it's the smartest gambling
Palazzo in Venice.So what?

Your title has tourist value. That's
what you're paid for.

If it wasn't for me, you'd be in the
gutter by now.

You're going too far, Foots...

..and I'll talk.

About what?

You forget I'm the only man alive
who knows about the Sefarano case.

Are you threatening me?

I'm kidding.

You'd better be.

What do you want me to do this time?

The usual princely routine, with a
girl called Cathy Allardyce.

She's staying with her father and
stepmother at the Royal Danieli.

Is she rich?

Very.

There's no problem. The old man's
gone to Rome.

Go over this afternoon
and pick her up.

Oh, and try to be charming.

That's what you're paid for.

Oh! So clumsy. Please forgive me.

Oh, it's nothing.
I'm very, very sorry.

Oh, it's nothing, really.

You're so gracious. American?

Yes.
Your first time in Venice?

Yes.

Enjoying it?
Fabulous.

Surely, you're not alone?

No. I'm with my stepmother.

Perhaps it would amuse you if...
Thank you.

For you, signorina?

Oh, no, thanks.

You were saying...?Oh, yes.

If you and your stepmother are free
this evening,

it would give me great pleasure to
entertain you.

Well, that's very kind of you.

You might meet some amusing people,
and my Palazzo is at your disposal.

A select crowd, some champagne,
dancing.

I do hope you will come.

Oh, boy. Five minutes alone, and
another pick-up.

He's invited us to his house.

Oh, we've simply got to make Simon
take us.

'Principe Ubaldo Tore Criscenzo.'

A real live prince.

I thought I told you to leave.

I'm flying home. Tomorrow.

But I need an aeroplane, if you
don't mind.

There doesn't happen to be one until
the morning.

Satisfied?

I'll have to be.

I can't wait for you to meet him.

I bet he can't wait to meet us,
either.

If we run out of money, will they
take traveller's cheques?

Give them half a chance, they'll
take your girdle.

Signorina, I'm so honoured that
you've come.

This is Mrs Allardyce.
Tore Criscenzo.How do you do?

And this is Mr Templar.
Delighted, signore.

Permit me to offer you so charming
ladies some champagne.

Oh, thank you.

Peanuts.
I beg your pardon?

Meaning: the big game is over there.

Allow me to show you.

Well, thank you, Miss...?

Call me Goldilocks. Everybody does.

Why should I be the exception?
Indeed.

Cut.

Nothing.

Baccarat.

I bring you luck, amore.

Would you like some champagne?

Please.

But not here.

My villa, not far away, is more
simpatico.

I'd adore it.

Scusi.

Cut.

Huit.

Excuse me, won't you?

Oh, this must be a dream.

Venice. Moonlight.

And a real live prince.

You'd make a beautiful princess,
Cathy.

You really think so?

You're very beautiful.

Do you want to play another shoe,
signore?

No, thank you.
This is your lucky night.

I don't believe in pushing it. Merci.

Drop in again sometime.
Thank you.

Cash or cheque, sir?

Your cheque?Yes.
Cash, please.

Thank you, sir.
Thank you.

Where's Cathy?
Oh, she's around.

Look for the Prince and you'll find
her.

Have you seen Prince Ubaldo?
No, signore.

I deserve a drink, for bringing you
luck.

I'm looking for the Prince.
Oh, he's gone.

Oh?
With the girl.

You're sure?
I saw them leave.

Where's he taken her?
Where he takes all of them.

The address?

For , lira.

Here's ,. You'll get the rest
later...if you're telling the truth.

Of course.

More.

Yes, my princess.

I never dreamt she'd do it again.
I feel so responsible for her.

Oh, it's not your fault.

I should have kept an eye on her.

But I got so involved in the game.

Here we are.

Cathy?!

I k*lled him.

Cathy, try and pull yourself
together.

What happened?

I don't know.

He asked me here for some champagne.

I didn't see any harm in that.
And I k*lled him.

Well, where did you get the g*n?

What?
Where did you get the g*n?

I don't know.
Well, it was in your hand.

I don't know. I swear.

We began to have...a lot of
champagne...

..and I felt dizzy.

There were...there were two sh*ts...

..and then he fell.

There seemed to be a...flash of
light.

Light?

Like lightning struck.

I don't know.

Was there anybody here apart from you
and Ubaldo?No.

Are you sure?
Yeah.

Can you handle a launch?
I think so.

Then get her out of here fast.
But where?

Where I'm staying - at Don Battista
Altamora's. Tell him I sent you.

I'll follow in Ubaldo's launch.

You leave your boat on the Rialto,
where we stopped this morning.

There's a street called Calle de la
Madonna.

At the end of the street is a church
and a house - that's Don Battista's. Got that?

Yes.
Good luck.

Here, my dear. Drink this.

Thank you.

Your rooms will be ready shortly.

Don Battista, we're putting you to
so much trouble.

No. You are friends of Simon. That
is enough.

You're very kind.

That will be Simon now. Scusi.

Oh, Helen, I'm so frightened.

I know, baby.So am I.

What'll happen to me?

Nothing. The champagne was doped.

Doped?
By Ubaldo?

Who else?
Well, why? For what reason?

Cathy, the light you spoke of - could
it have been made by a flash-bulb?

I don't know. It's possible.
Why?

Well, Cathy wasn't alone at Ubaldo's.

Somebody left shortly after we
arrived.

With that motor boat we heard...?

Mmm.

It sounds to me like the old badger
game.

Rich girl. Man. Compromising
situation. Photographer.

Si, si. Ubaldo is known for this
sort of thing.

Yes, but why the sh**ting?

Ah, it does not make sense.

Unless somebody wanted to frame
Cathy for m*rder.

But I never saw Ubaldo before in my
life.

What can we do, Simon?

Well, let's get some sleep.
We'll talk again in the morning.

Is there any way we could get some
clothes?

Well, I'll pick them up from the
hotel.Oh, good. I'll get the key.

Come on, Cathy. Don't worry.

You were so doped, you couldn't see
straight.

You couldn't hit a wall, let alone
Ubaldo.

Well, Goldilocks.

I had to find you, amore,

and you did not
give me your address.

So you found out
the ladies' room number.

And put two
and two together.

Which came to the , lira which
I owe you.Mm-hm.

You don't have to
count it. It's all there.

Well, Goldilocks, you really stirred
the porridge this time.

What do you mean?

The old badger game.

Soft lights.

Sweet music.

A rich American girl.

A hot-eyed gigolo Prince.

Gets her into a compromising
situation by feeding her doped champagne.

Then out steps a photographer and
flash!

We're all set for a little blackmail.

You know, you're not only handsome.

You're brilliant.

I'm not going to argue with you.

Why did you tip me off?
Money.

Oh, there was another reason.
None.

Did the prince throw you out?
I left. I'm sick of him.

Oh. Then you...won't be going to his
funeral?

Funeral?

The prince is with his ancestors.

I don't believe it.

Bang-bang. Right through the heart.

You're trying to trick me.

Carlo hasn't the nerve.

Carlo?

Oh, nothing. I've said enough
already.

Hold it. Tell me a little more,
while we dance.

Oh, let me go.

Carlo who?

Carlo Zagetti.

Mm-hm. Address?

Calle Salita Tre Porte, number .

But Carlo couldn't have done it.

But who did?
I don't know.

Foots Fortunati?
No.

Come on. I'm not blind.

He left the Palazzo on the Prince's
heels. Now, admit it.

Please, don't make me say any more.
Just tell me why.

Oh, Ubaldo had something on him.

Something to do with the Sefarano
case.

Ah, yes. La Contessa Sefarano, found
dead on the beach after an orgy. Three years ago, wasn'tit?

Yes, and I won't say any more.

You don't have to.

Now it's Carlo's turn.

All right! No need to wake up the
whole house!

I said in two hours!

Well, well. So, you are Carlo
Zagetti?

What do you want?

Who k*lled Ubaldo?
Oh, you talk crazy.

Fortunati?
Get out, or I call the police.

You do that. I'll wait.

You were the flash of light,
weren't you?

I don't know what you're talking
about.Where are the pictures?

In the dark room. Through there.
Let's get them.

Carlo dead?Foots, I did my best.
I tried to save him.

Why is Simon Templar mixed up in
this?

A friend of the Allardyces.

Well, I'll have to change my plans
a bit.

Foots, can I ask you a question?
What is it?

What have you got against the
Allardyce girl?

Nothing. Nothing at all.

I don't understand.

It's her father I want. John
Allardyce.

But not quick.

I want him to eat his heart out bit
by bit every day for the rest of his life.

It's incredible. Why should this
man...Foots Fortunati.

Why should he wanna do this to me?
I never even heard of him.

Don Battista...

What do you know about him?

Six years ago, he was deported from
America.

Prince Ubaldo was broke.

Fortunati took over his Palazzo,
turned it into a smart casino.

With the Prince as a front man?

Si, si. His title attracted the
tourists.

But there is something else.

Oh?

Fortunati was questioned about the
m*rder of the Countess Sefarano.

He was never charged, but the police
are still working on it.

Well, I think the police should be
working on this.

After all, Cathy is innocent.

Signora...

If Fortunati is behind this,

it is most dangerous.

He has many friends in high places.

What do you suggest?

I have a little place in the village
where I was born.

San Michele di Fugazza. It is
kilometres from here.

They would be safe there.

When could I take them?

I will take them in the morning.

It is better that you are not seen
leaving Venice.

Fortunati has spies everywhere.

Don Altamora?
Si.

The ladies - they are the Signora and
Signorina Allardyce?

Yes. What of it?

The Signorina is wanted for
questioning.

Oh, no!

You are not one of the regular
Carabinieri round here.

Let me go! Get your hands off me!

Stop it, please!

Just let me go!

Well, just a few minutes
and no more.Thank you.

Just a few minutes, and he mustn't
tire himself with talk. Understood?

Yes, Sister.

It is not as bad as it looks.

I'm sorry I involved you in this.

Simon...

I am a fanatic for justice.

Experience has taught me

that justice is often served better
outside the law.

Have you any news of the ladies?

None, I'm afraid.

But we'll find them.

These men - did you get a look at
them?

There were four, perhaps five.

One of them was big, very big.

Another was short and dark.

It was all so quick.

How did they know where to find you?

Did you tell anyone where you were
going?

The staff at the pensione.

It is not easy to keep secrets from
them.

Can you trust them?They have all
been with me for years.

Well, Fortunati knew I was staying
with you.

He could have had your house watched.

It is possible.

Signore...

Yes, Sister.

Don't worry. We'll sort it out.

Tread softly, Simon.

Watch out for the law.

With my third eye.

Signor Templar?

Yes.

Guido Gambetti. Police.

What can I do for you, Commandatore?

Solo Ispettore, for the moment.

But with your help...

About what?
Several things.

But we begin with Don Battista
Altamora.

What about Don Battista?

We do not like what happened to him.

He's a greatly respected lawyer.

An old friend.

It's like...like attacking a
policeman.

I agree.
I thought you would.

We have questioned him, but he
answers nothing.

You think I could tell you more?

I'll give you three reasons why a
man won't talk to the police.

One is fear.

Two: antipathy.

We know that these do not apply to
Don Battista.

And the third?

He is covering up for someone.

Meaning me?
Your reputation goes before you.

You flatter me.

Only if you work with us.
But I'm sure you will.

I promise.
Good.

You see, someone tampered with the
evidence in Ubaldo's villa.

No?Yes, the g*n, the bottle of
champagne, the glasses.

Wiped free of fingerprints.

By the m*rder*r?
By you, perhaps.

You're joking?

I warn you...
Scusi, Signore.

I warn you - do not take the law
into your own hands.

Even with Fortunati.

Fortunati?
Si, Fortunati.

It is said that Venice is sinking
into the mud.

That is something for the engineers
to solve.

But when it starts to wallow in the
filth of a deported gangster, that is my problem.

Well, what are you doing about it?
I'm watching and waiting.

At the moment, I have only a
suspicion.

Without proof, my hands are tied.

And you want me to furnish that
proof?

I would light candles to you, if
you could.

Hm?
You are known as the Saint.

All right. I'll do my best.

Thank you.

By the way...

Why does Fortunati have his Kn*fe
into Cathy Allardyce?

Why not ask John Allardyce?

He's on his way back to Venice.

Yes, I know.

I suggested it. Ciao, Ispettore.

Arrivederci.

Helen...

This is all my fault. I'm sorry.

It's a little late for apologies.

What are they gonna do with us?

Can't you guess?

Ransom?

They're gonna take your father for
every nickel he has in the world.

And he'll pay it.

And you don't think I'm worth it.

What does it matter what I think?

We'll be dead-broke, just because
you can't exercise a little... self-control.

How long are you gonna keep us here?

I've been told to say nothing.

Well, have you been in touch with my
father?

Thanks.

I'll handle her.My father will pay
you whatever you want,

but please let us out of here!

It's not money I'm after. Oh, I
don't want your old man's dough.

Well, what do you want?

I want him to spend every cent he's
got looking for you.

You'll be alive, but he'll never
find you.

But why? Why?

It's an old story. An eye for an eye
and a tooth for a tooth.

Take her back.

They want a ransom, obviously.
I don't think so.

Well, what do they want?

Believe me, Simon - I've never even
heard of this Prince Ubaldo.

Have you heard of Foots Fortunati?

What did you say?

Foots Fortunati.

Yes.

Some years ago, I sent his brother
Angelo to jail for life.

Two years later, another man
confessed, but it was too late to do anything about it.

Why?

A month earlier, Angelo made a
break. He was k*lled.

Well, that explains a great deal.
It's a vendetta.

One of the more charming principles
of the Mafia.

Well, I'm going to the police.

I wouldn't do that.
Why not?

Fortunati's so mad for revenge, he'd
sh**t them on the spot, before the police could save them.

Well, how would you handle it?

Pay Foots a visit.

When you going to open up again?

When we've observed the decencies.

The Palazzo is closed in
mourning for his late highness.

We wouldn't wanna offend local
sensibilities, would we?

I am thinking more about the woman.

What are you gonna do, Foots?
That's a good question.

Bring the girl up here.

Foots wants you.

What for?
He will tell you.

Come on!
All right! You don't have to paw me!

Good evening.
Simon?

Where's Helen?I don't know. They
took her someplace upstairs.

One down, two to go. Out.

What are you doing?

I've waited a long time for this,
and I'm going to enjoy it.

Get me another box, will you?
OK, Foots.

Back to the hotel - fast.
What about Helen?

She's next. Don't worry.

I've just been busting to see you
again.

I didn't know you cared.

The g*n.
Which end first?

Move.

Hi, Foots. Sorry to drop in without
phoning. I hope it's not inconvenient.

I found him in the hall.

Well, we'd better have a nice,
friendly little chat.

Well, at least Cuba's good for
something.

Well, enjoy it. It may be your last.

Toni!

Is he the big one, rather ugly?
Uglier than him.

Toni?

He can't hear you.
What do you mean?

He's in orbit. I put him there.

And by this time, Cathy should be
back at the hotel.

You're bluffing.

Have it your way.

Go and see.

Lovely aroma.

Well, by now, two down and one to
go.

What are you talking about?
Oh, sorry.

Bad habit of mine - thinking out
loud.

Now, get this, Templar.
If that girl's gone, you're dead.

Oh, I don't think so.
You don't?No.

You remember the Sefarano case?

What about it?
Well, when you k*lled Ubaldo,

you overlooked one or two things,
like: he'd written it all down,

including photographs...

and I have them.

You're bluffing again.

All in an envelope, with the usual
interested third party,

who, if I don't make the usual phone
call by a certain time,

will hand them over to the police,
one Ispettore Gambetti.

I really don't believe it.

I thought you mightn't,

so I had photostat copies made.

You might try a little butter on it.

Now, let's talk business.

That can wait.

Where's Mrs Allardyce?
I'm right here, and don't move.

Foots, take his g*n.

A very good entrance.

You're not surprised?

Somebody led them to Don Battista. I
ruled out Cathy. It had to be you.

A bluff.
Invisible ink.

You're very clever.
Oh, it's nothing.

You know, I was in love with Angelo
Fortunati.

My kid brother.I adored him, and we
were gonna be married,

but John Allardyce put him in jail.

Where he d*ed.
Trying to escape.

And why not? He was innocent.

Another guy confessed when it was
too late,

when Angelo was dead.

So, you and Foots have all this time
been twisting up your hatred, waiting your chance?

Uh-uh. Making our chance.

And you married Allardyce, hating
him.

I swore I'd get even...

..and I will.

What was that?

Attenzione!

Foots!

It didn't...work, did it?

Helen.

She gave her life for the man she
loved.

She was like that.

Brave, generous, fine.

Psst!

She gave her life for the man she
loved?

You could put it that way...

if you were kind, Ispettore.

Then I will.

Psst.

Now I know why people call you the
Saint.

Well, that makes two of us,
Commendatore.