05x22 - Island of Chance

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SIMON: Twice nightly our friend here
gargles with fire...

..and never even singes his
epiglottis.

And Twinkle Toes...

well, he leaps around on broken
bottles

without so much as cutting his little
toenail.

Voodoo? Fake?

Mind over matter?

Anybody's guess is better than mine.

Hello, Frank.

What's the matter? I don't know.

Come on, sit down.

I'm sorry I'm late.Drink this. You
look as though you need it.

Simon, listen. It was sheer chance.

A fortune worth ...maybe $
million.

I...

Yes, well, let's get a little fresh
air, shall we? No, no. No, listen.

On Nookai Island there's...

Simon, we'll be rich.

It's there for the taking.

All I need is your help.

He can sleep it off upstairs.

Mind?

I don't, the police may.

He's not drunk. He's dead.

Are you sure?

Yes.

Who is he? His name's Cody.

Frank Cody.

Mine's Simon Templar.

Was he a close friend?

Fairly close, yes.I'm sorry.

Miss Clayton.

Yes, Inspector?

I understand you took a photograph
of this man immediately after his death.

So?May I have your camera, please?

But you can't. I beg your pardon?

I'm Marla Clayton...So you said.

..of International Photo News, New
York.

Have a heart, Inspector. I'm a
reporter. This sort of thing's my business.

It isn't. Your camera, please. It will be
returned to you first thing in the morning.

Thank you. Get a taxi for Miss
Clayton, please.

Thanks, but I'd prefer to walk.

Good night, Miss Clayton.

Be careful of it. It cost me $.

I'll be in the bar at the the Royal.
Come over and tell me all, huh?

Mr Templar. You have a certain
reputation.

Well, I'm glad you're aware of it, Inspector.
I'm aware of it and I don't like it.

Cody talked to this guy. So?

He d*ed very fast. He could not have
said much.

He wouldn't have to, would he?

He was sweating, breathing fast.

Then he mumbled a few words about
feeling dizzy and collapsed.

Known him long? About ten years.

His occupation? He was a chemist.

Been around a fair amount. London,
New York.

I had a cable from him a week ago.

He asked me to meet him here tonight
at ten.

Did he say why?

No, except that it would be
profitable.

For whom? Both of us.

May I see this cable?

I'm...afraid I threw it away.

Indeed. Didn't strike me as being
important.

Naturally. What was he doing on the
islands?

He was working for Charles Krayford.

Really?

Is that significant? It might be.

Dr Krayford is a rather
controversial figure in these parts.

Some people literally worship him,
others hate him.

Ah.

Now we know how he d*ed. Huh.

Well, Mr Templar, that should be
all... for the moment.

Thank you, Inspector.

Oh, where are you staying?

The Beach Club. Don't move out.

Good night, Mr Templar.

Good night, Inspector.

# Mellow guitar

MAN: # Life was made for living and
loving and giving and having

# Romancing and dancing and song

# Include that in your plan

# And you'll wind up a wiser and
happier man

Evening, sir.Evening. Vodka tonic,
please.

# Everybody can tell these two are
in love and happy as well

# Everybody can tell these two
lovebirds are happy as well

# You can sing calypso till you deaf
and blind

# They ain't paying you the
slightest bit of mind

# He's her beau and she's his belle

# And the whole rest of us can all
go to...

# Life was made for living and
loving and giving and having

# Romancing and dancing and song

Hey, Vargas!

# ..wind up a wiser and happier man

# Last week a young fellow got
married

# And settled down to his married
life

# He was a strait-laced kind of
young fellow

# And only knew the respectable life

Yes, sir? Rum collins.

# His wife nearly present him back
with the ring

# But she said, "If you want my
advice

# Take a night out and learn to
treat women nice"

# Life was made for living and
loving and giving and having

# Romancing and dancing and song

# Include that in your plan and
you'll wind up a wiser and happier man

# One thing I like to see is a man
enjoying his own company

# But the thing I don't like to see
is a man suffering his own company

# After all is said and done

# You'll agree life's too short to
miss all the fun

# So grab a girl from the shelf

# Get busy and start to enjoy
yourself

Oh. Sorry, friend.

That's OK.

It's fine, fine.No, no, wait a
minute.

Outside, friend.

# Lo and behold, a calamity

# My friend here spill his friend's
whisky

# Indeed, a tragedy

# My friend here spill his friend's
whisky

# You want to know what I think?

# You should buy the whole bar a
round of drinks

Get lost, boy.# And between us
confidentially

# Tell the waiter mine is a large
brandy

# Life was made for living...

Outside, friend.

# Romancing and dancing and song

Give me the police.

Hm. This ties up with the Cody
k*lling.

They assumed he'd told you
something, something profitable.

Did he? No.

Where were you when you received
Cody's cable?

London. London.

You came , miles to keep an appointment
without knowing any of the details.

London's cold, the islands are warm -
I needed a holiday.

And how long are you staying? That
depends.

I'm going over to see Charles
Krayford tomorrow.

Why?He's a very famous man and I'm
curious.

Mr Templar, you are not to investigate
Cody's m*rder either officially or unofficially.

Understand? That is my job.

Then why not get on with it?

Good morning.I'm not speaking to
you.

You're not speaking?You didn't turn
up last night.

I apologise.

You've got something, haven't you,
about Cody's death?

Not yet, but I am hopeful.

Anyway, I want you to do me a favour.

Anything.

Keep Cody's death a secret.

I'll keep quiet on one condition.

Which is? You give me the exclusive
story.

It's a bargain.

Now, tell me why you are going to
Nookai.

I'm what is called covering the
great Charles Krayford in depth.

I take a thousand photographs and
the magazine publishes ten.

Look saintly.

Of course, Charles Krayford has become a
th-century legend, just like Schweitzer.

A totally dedicated man of medicine.

A great doctor. A towering hero
figure.

You don't go along with the general
adoration?

I'm a professional cynic.

Is that a good living? Ooh, dandy.

I have the confidence of everyone
and the trust of nobody.

Shangri-la coming up on the starboard
side.

MARLA: Isn't it lush? Absolute
paradise.

You're Miss Clayton? Yes.

My name is Grant. I serve Dr
Krayford.

Serve? I sincerely hope so.

Well, er...this is Mr Simon Templar.

You're welcome, Mr Templar.Thank
you.

Would you mind if we stopped off in
the village on our way to the house?

I have some packages to collect. Not
at all.

I'd better jump in the back.

By the way, Grant, is Arlene Bland
still part of the establishment?

Well, I wasn't suggesting anything
out of order.

Miss Bland is one of the most
generous women in the world.

Is that you, Charles?

Oh, it's you.

What was that? That was for me.

Do you mind?

Oh, that will be Grant with our
guests.

Oh, and may I suggest that you put
on a shirt and a tie?

I think we could at least maintain a
few of the social niceties, hm?

Psst.

Didn't I tell you, "Never come to the
house"?I'm only trying to save our necks.

You b*at it. With Cody dead, we're
safe. We're not.

His contact, a man called Templar,
is here.

What? Grant just picked him up in
the Jeep with a girl.

I tell you, this whole business is
going to blow up in our faces.

Simon Templar.Such a pleasure to
have you.

Do come in. Thank you.

This is Mr Vanderfelt. He does all the buying
for the laboratory. Miss Clayton and Mr Templar.

How do you do? How do you do?

Mr Vanderfelt.

Excuse me.

We expected Miss Clayton but not
you, Mr Templar.

Well, I hope I'm not putting you out.

I'm afraid there isn't room.

I distinctly told Dr Krayford that
I'd be bringing my assistant.

I never do a story without Simon along.
We've been collaborating for years.

Mr Cody won't be back until
Thursday. Mr Templar can have his room.

Very well, if you wish.

Well, tell Grant, will you, please?

Certainly. Excuse me.

I'm afraid that Mr Vanderfelt isn't
exactly adept at public relations.

It really doesn't matter.

Could I take a picture, Miss Bland?
Must you?

It's a good angle, the third richest
woman in the world.

If you stand over here.

Like that. Yeah, OK.

I hope you've got expert retouchers.
It won't be necessary.

I was last month. And do you know
something? I couldn't care less.

When I think of the unconscionable
amount of time and money that I wasted

on clothes and parties and so-called
society,

I actually shudder.

Well, thank goodness I've grown up.

Meaning you've given up all your
friends?I never really had any.

And now you devote all your time and
money to Charles Krayford?

All of it.

After the gay life, having had
everything, which was nothing,

I feel privileged to devote
everything to him.

He's the greatest man alive, you
know.

Oh, I think we can disturb him now.
It's time for his lunch.

He has a building just across the
garden, if you'd care to follow me.

Forgive me.

I must make that particular
observation every minutes.

You see, Mr Templar, cells might be described
as the bricks of which the human body is built.

Too many diseased cells and you have
a diseased body.

In lay language, what I'm trying to do is to
make every one of the billions of cells in the body

so strong, so absolutely invulnerable,
that the person becomes totally immune.

To everything?To all disease.
Permanently.

How do you achieve this?

One inoculation of my serum given to a child at
the instant of birth, then twice a year forlife.

And the child is never sick?

Never.

It's a tremendous concept.

It's absolutely heroic.

But, Dr Krayford, why here...at
Nookai?

This is such an out-of-the-way place.

Don't you miss being near a big
medical centre?

Surely you know why I left the
United States, Miss Clayton?

I never heard your side of the
story.

In the eyes of Western so-called
civilisation, I'm a m*rder*r.

Seven years ago, I encountered a
-year-old child.

Terminally ill.

At best she had three weeks to live.

At the request of her parents, I
injected her with my serum.

That was on a Monday. Tuesday - she
d*ed.

He was accused of malpractice.
Discredited, disgraced.

people every day we k*ll in
automobiles.

a day! And it's more or less
accepted as a part of progress.

But one child dies in the interests
of science and Charles becomes an outcast.

So I moved here, to Nookai.

Seven years ago.

Arlene has helped financially. So
have others.

And now you must excuse me.

Oh, Charles, please. Do join us for
lunch. No, I can't.

But I promise cocktails at :. And
I shall talk interminably.

We shall look forward to it, Doctor.

Just packing Mr Cody's things, sir.

Oh, please don't bother.

I'll only be here a day or two and Mr
Cody might object.

Mr Cody is dead.

Just how do you know? On these
islands it's not difficult to know things.

Then maybe you know who k*lled him.

No, I... I don't.

Who else knows he's dead?

Miss Bland doesn't.

How about Krayford? No.

Why not? Because I haven't told him.

Please, er...

Leave Mr Cody's things here.

Whatever you say, Mr Templar.

Er...just one thing.

A lot of people think that Dr Krayford
is the greatest man in the world.

Other people hate him.

I'd like to know which side you're
on.

I'm er...for him...at the moment.

Please stay that way.

Come in.

Ah, my favourite collaborator.

I thought I did that rather well.
Beautifully.

What are you looking for? I'll know
when I find it.

That is a non sequitur.

That's life. Hello.

With all due respects, Mr Cody was a
lousy photographer.

Well, well, well. What is it? You
know him?

We struck up an acquaintance last
night... when he tried to k*ll me.

Ah, Simon.You don't seem overly
concerned.

You're here, aren't you? That's
logical. I wonder where he is.

Looks like he's on a boat.Mm.

Maybe this one.

Come on. Where are we going?

What do you do when you want to find
a boat? Go to the docks?

Brilliant. Shall we?

Grant, we'd like to go down to the
village. What do we do for transport?

The Jeep is available. I'll drive
you. We'd rather go alone, if you don't mind.

May I ask why? Oh, just to get some
pictures.

Local colour as a background for our
story on Dr Krayford.

Oh, well, I suppose that's all
right.

It's parked out front.Thanks.

The keys are in it.

Grant.

Yes, sir? That the Jeep?

Yes, sir.

Who's using it? Mr Templar and Miss
Clayton.

Who gave them permission? They
wanted to go into the village and I...

I've told you before, don't do
anything around here without asking me.

Lovely, isn't it?

Hi, folks. You looking for to rent a
boat?

Maybe do a little fishing?

We're actually looking for a particular
boat.You name it, mister, I've got it.

How about this one?

No. That one I can't do.

That's Carnival Girl. Belongs to
Pete.

Would er...that be Pete?

Yeah, that's him.

Does he live around here? Sure.

First turning on the right. Down a
little alley.

Blue Grotto Street.

Thanks.Except that he won't be
there.

Why not? He went onto the main island
yesterday.

Ain't coming back until tomorrow.

Well, we'll wait. Thanks. OK.

Hey, if Pete can't fix you up, you
come back and see me, eh?

We'll do that. OK.

Anybody home?

Take a look around.

For what? Something interesting,

Simon, let's stop playing games.
There's more to this than Cody's death.

What's really behind it?

A fortune - probably worth or $
million.

Meaning? I don't know.

Buried treasure? Pirates? Captain
Kidd? Yo, ho, ho and a bottle of rum?

Possibly.

All I know is that Cody was on to something,
that he wanted me to help him get out.

He d*ed before he could give me the
details.

Somehow or other, Pete and his boat
are tied in with it.

I'll be darned.

Have you found something?Commercial
pilot's licence.

Made out in the name of Jose
Saumarez.

Alias Pete.

Why would a man with a commercial
pilot's licence

bury himself out here and rent out
fishing boats?

KRAYFORD: Money, Mr Templar? I never
have enough of it. Never.

Research these days is fantastically
expensive.

I get it wherever I can find it.

Foundations,
industrialists...wealthy people.

Sometimes I beg.

In a world that squanders $,
million a year on liquor and tobacco,

I have to crawl to get a few hundred
thousand.

For something that will save
millions of lives.

Well, one other thing, Dr Krayford.

You say you've been on the island for
seven years.

Yes. What about your staff?

That's right. Except for Jan
Vanderfelt.

My dear, you're mistaken.

No, Charles, I remember it distinctly.
It was right after that plane crashed.

Plane?

Yes. A plane disappeared somewhere
over the Caribbean.

Not a trace of it was ever found.

Navy searched for it for weeks.
It...just vanished.

Anyway, I remember it was just
afterwards that Jan Vanderfelt arrived.

Well, yes, perhaps.

It really doesn't matter.

I'm rather tired.

How thoughtless of us. We've kept you
up.It's been a most enjoyable evening.

And informative.

Dr Krayford.

Ooh, I wonder whether I could have a
list of the foundations

and people who support your research.

I'm not sure that that's in order.
Surely it's not confidential?

Certainly not. I'll type you up one first
thing in the morning. Good night, Charles.

Good night, Dr Krayford.

You talk like a fool. You'll ruin
everything.I told them nothing.

You're not in charge here. Neither
are you.

We'll see about that.OK. You're a
great scientist. Fine.

You want to save lives. Fine.

But you don't put no noose around my
neck, understand?

You hear?

This girl with her camera, all so you get
your picture in some stupid magazine.

This Templar, snooping, asking
questions about money.

I tell you, get rid of them fast.
Tomorrow.

Now, listen.

One more year - phht...finish.

You do what you like.

But you try to spoil things now,
I'll k*ll you.

I just do not understand. Who would
want to do such a thing?

How about the same man who k*lled
Cody?

Are you telling me Cody is dead?

m*rder*d last night...in the Jungle
Club.

I'm deeply shocked.

Well, he asked for a few days off. I
expected him back on Thursday.

Have the police any ideas?

Probably not too many. But you'll be
hearing from them.

This is terrible.

I'm glad you think so.

Mr Templar, I'm as distressed about
this as you are.

If you're investigating Cody's death, you
can be assured of my fullest co-operation.

Thank you, Doctor, and good night.

Why wasn't I told about Cody?

I didn't want you should get upset.

But why?

Everything you see is through a
microscope.

The big things you miss. Answer me.
Why?

He found it.

Did you have to...m*rder him?

You know I did.

He's blackmailing you. No.

He has some sort of a hold over you.
Arlene, don't ask questions. Not tonight.

I've always known you had some
reason for keeping him around.

Dozens of times he's said things to
you that you'd never take from anybody else.

Arlene, it's none of your business!

Please. Go to bed. None of my
business?

Oh, Charles, after all I've done for
you.

You did it...because you wanted to.
I never asked you for money.

It's all right, Charles.

VANDERFELT: I give you a word of
advice.

Keep quiet.

About what?

That plane, perhaps? Cody's death?
His m*rder?

Never!

But who would do it?

I don't know.

You don't suspect Krayford?

I suspect everybody.

Somehow or other, it's all tied in
with these snapshots of Cody's.

I just don't get it.

Beaches.

Arlene.

Krayford.

Pete's boat.

We'll have a long talk with him when
he gets back.

Then there's this, whatever it is.

It's a Martello tower.

No home should be without one.

Feeling all right this morning, Mr
Templar? I am, but the snake isn't.

Dr Krayford was most upset about the
incident.

Where is he? He and Mr Vanderfelt are
in the laboratory.

And Miss Bland? Still in her room.

Oh, Grant, do you know where this is?

Yes, sir. It's the Martello tower.

It's part of the old plantation on
the other side of the island.

Thanks. Anybody using the Jeep this
morning?

I'm sorry, Mr Templar, you'll have
to ask Mr Vanderfelt's permission.

I'll be happy to.

Ah, Mr Vanderfelt, may I borrow your
Jeep? No? Thank you very much.

See, it's easy.

I wish I knew what we were looking
for.

We'll know, I hope, when we get
inside that Martello tower.

There's nothing here. There has to
be something.

And whatever it is...

Cody...found it.

Mind your feet.

Let's explore.

You're actually going down there?

You're my editor-in-chief. You should
be leading the way.

What do you suppose is in them?

Gold bullion.

Cody's treasure.

For the taking.

Simon!

A pathetic life. And a pointless
death.

MAN: Hey, Vargas. There's a Jeep
parked.

Argh!

We're going to play a little
variation on Russian roulette.

Now, the nice thing about my version
is that I can't lose...

..and one of you can't win.

One b*llet in the g*n.

Now, one or both of you k*lled Cody.

And both of you tried to k*ll me.

So, unless you want your brains scattered
all over cloud nine, you'll talk.

Simon, you can't. Whose side are you
on?

Your name is Jose Saumarez.

You're a pilot.

Drop dead.

The odds against getting a b*llet through
your head have now dropped from - to -.

Where did the gold come from?

Goldfinger gave it me.

He got it from Fort Knox.

It's now -.

You're name is Jose Saumarez. You're
a pilot.

No.

Quite a gambler, aren't you?

You can't win 'em all, brother.

No, don't.

I was saying...All right.

Yeah.

A plane crashed?

Yeah.

Carrying gold bullion? Yeah.

How did you work it? Vanderfelt. He
was navigator.

We parachuted out. Crashed the plane
into shallow waters just off the beach.

In a couple of hours we'd unloaded
all the bullion

then towed the wreckage out into
deep water and let it sink.

Finally, they...

they just gave up looking for it.

Very clever.

Now, who k*lled Cody? He did.

I didn't. I should take a b*llet for
scum like you?

What about Arlene Bland? Vanderfelt.

He got panicky. She knew too much.

And how much does Krayford know?

Why don't you ask him?

An excellent idea. Well, gentlemen,
enjoy yourselves.

I'm sure the police will be along in
a day or two to pick you up.

You rat!

Well, now for a nice cosy little chat
with Dr Krayford.

Count me out. Oh? Why?

What you did back there was the most
horrible thing I have ever seen.

Just simple psychology.

You could have k*lled either of them
on any sh*t.

I couldn't have.

Sleight of hand. I didn't put the
b*llet in the g*n.

We have to talk to you, Doctor. You're
interrupting me. This is vitally important.

So is Arlene Bland's death.

Vanderfelt k*lled her. We found her
in the Martello tower - and the gold.

I'm terribly...terribly sorry.

I'm sure you are.

You must understand. When I met
Vanderfelt, I was desperate for money.

He told me he was flying a shipment
of gold from Bermuda to Georgetown.

And...we planned it.

He and I and the pilot.

But we had to get rid of the gold slowly, a
bar or two a month, or we'd attract attention.

So I hid them here on the island and
in return they gave me money for this.

Please let me keep it!

You mean we ignore two killings?
Templar, I'm begging you!

I'm truly, deeply sorry about Cody and
Arlene. But get things in perspective.

My serum can save millions of lives.

I'm offering the world the gift of
health.

All the people, in any country.
Anybody who will accept it.

Cody and Arlene are already dead.
Forget them.

Instead, think of the living.

I'm very near the final breakthrough
here. Please don't stop me.

They won't.

Like you say, Doctor, what's the
difference - two lives or four?

Jan, wait! Please, give me your word
that you...

Who are you kidding? They'll have
the police here in no time.

Argh!

Forgive me. I...just couldn't go
along with m*rder.

Well, Mr Templar...at least you won't
be able to turn me over to the police.

I wasn't going to.

Your work's too important.

Unfortunately...it won't be
finished.

He was a...great man.

But wrong...about so many things.

Was he wrong?

I wonder.