All language subtitles for The Saint -- 3x06 -- The Saint Steps In

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- Hello, John, same as
yesterday, thank you.

- And who that is?

- It's all right for some.

- All the women they
want, just for the asking.

- Yes, it's the women who do the asking.

- Every time.

- Excuse me, sir, but could I
have a word with you, in private?

- Why, sure, sweetheart.

What's the problem?

- My mother's sick.

My father drinks and
my life's in terrible danger.

(laughing)

- You know, this Casanova
image just isn't true.

Oh, I do a lot of mingling here in
London, Paris, Rome, New York.

A lot of mingling.

But beautiful damsels in
distress practically never

come up to me and say things like--
- Excuse me, can I speak with you?

- Would you say that again?

- Can I have a word with you, please?

- Well, go ahead.

- In private?

- Step into the office.

- My name is Madeleine Gray.

My life's been threatened
and I need your help.

- Why mine?

- Because--
- Why, because I'm the famous Simon Temple.

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Now, what's your problem?

I've just received this.

If you want to stay alive,
don't see Hobart Quennel.

Descar gave it to me at the reception desk.

Oh, you're staying in the hotel too?

And who exactly is Hobart Quennel?

You've heard of the Quinco Company?

Yes, chemicals, synthetic fibres.

One of the biggest in the world.

Well, Mr. Quennel is the president.

I have an appointment to see him
tonight in about half an hour now.

I was just going out when
the Descar gave that to me.

And why exactly would
anybody threaten your life?

I'm afraid it's rather complicated.

You see, my father is
a very brilliant scientist.

Don't tell me.

He has an invention worth millions.

How did you know? A guest.

You see, I have an uncle.

He was a scientist.

His life ambition was to raise
cabbages, to mass produce them.

So he used to take all these test tubes.

Mr. Templar, my life has been threatened.

Don't you understand?

So where would you like to eat?

I'm staying in a hotel too because
my flat's being redecorated.

Otherwise we could eat there.

You don't believe me,
do you?

Not a word.

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I think you're gorgeous.

It was a great gag, fellas.

Same again, John.

Could you get me a taxi, please?

Certainly, Miss Grave.

Looks like she's ignoring the note.

Yeah?

I think she's on her way to Quennel's now.

Well, you know what to do,
Mr. Devan, don't you, buddy?

Be careful.

Is that her?
- Yeah.

What's all this about him?

It's her old man.

He's Professor Calvin Grave.

Grainy type.

She invented something.

Yeah, it is.

By the way, where'd you find the girl?

The girl? The girl for the gag.

You missed a line somewhere?

The girl, Madeline Grave.

The one you were talking to.

We've never seen her before in our lives.

I mean, she wasn't with you.

Not a part of it.

The man talketh in riddles.

Extraordinary coincidence.

Did you call a taxi for Miss Grave?
- Yes, Mr. Templar.

Can you remember the address?

Ah, Hampstead, 26 Pendleton Drive.

Thank you, sir.

Better?

Miss Grave?

Yes?

We're plainclothes detectives.

Special branch.

Did you receive a
threatening note this evening?

Yes.

We've ordered to take you to
the station for your own protection.

Thank you for your protection,
but I don't need it now.

I have an appointment and I'm just
about... Oh, I'm sorry, Miss Grave.

We've got out orders.

I don't care what your orders are.

I have an appointment
with Mr. Cornell and I...

Hold it!

What's going on?

You keep out of this, sir.
We're police officers.

Yes, well, I'm the Home Secretary.

Let me see your identification.

All right, if you insist.

Put her in the car.

Come on.

No!

Natalie, you all right?

Yes, I think so.

I was wrong not to take you seriously.
I'm sorry.

What changed your mind, then?

Question time later.

Miss Grave, what's going on?

Who are those men?

What's more to the point is, who are you?

I'm Walter Devan. You may not remember me.

I met you and your
father in the office once.

Oh, yes, of course.

You're Mr. Cornell's personal assistant.

Now that we all know one another,
would someone care to introduce me to Mr. Cornell?

Good evening, Mr. Devan.

Is Mr. Cornell at home?

I'm afraid not, sir.

Don't tell me after all
this, the Grave man's out.

I'm afraid he is, sir.

Where is he?

I had an appointment with him tonight.

Well, he's just about catching the
London plane from Newcastle, sir.

You definitely had an appointment?

Yes, his office confirmed
it with me this afternoon.

And you didn't know?

Know what?

Well, that Miss Grave had an
appointment and the bastard's out of time.

I haven't the faintest idea
what you're talking about.

Oh, Madeline, we're wasting our time here.

I'll drive you back to the hotel.

Do you wish to leave a message, sir?

No.

Just a warning.

Now, let's get this straight.

What exactly is Process G?

It's a revolutionary new way
of making synthetic fibres.

Whoever gets it will put every
competitor out of business.

It must be worth a lot of money.

The American company has
offered my father for the world rights.

One million dollars.

A million dollars?

And Imberline Incorporated
will really pay you that?

Simon arrives in England
tomorrow with the contract.

Soon as Dad signs it, we get the check.

Whiskey said all right?

Yes, fine.

Why fool around with
Cornell?

Oh, sentiment. Patriotism, I guess.

You see, Dad wants to keep
Process G in this country.

Well, Quinco is the biggest manufacturer
of synthetic fibres in England.

We thought they'd leap at it.

Cornell turned it down.

No, that's what's so infuriating.

We offered him Process G three months ago.

His research chemists spent a week
with Dad down at our labs making tests.

What was their final verdict?

We haven't heard a word since.

Cornell won't answer Dad's letters.

He's very conveniently
out of town when we phone.

So Dad got fed up and
offered the process to Imberline.

Well, it occurs to me that somebody
in Quinco, Cornell, or someone else

is trying to steal it.

No, it's impossible.

Why?

Well, in the first place,
the process is patented.

And a company with Quinco's
reputation doesn't risk being dishonest.

Look, I don't understand
why they're playing hard to get.

They could sweep the
world markets with Process G.

Maybe you're being a
little too optimistic about it.

Well, if that's so true, why is Imberline

so anxious to pay a million
dollars for it?

Why, indeed.

Tonight was my last attempt
to talk reason to Cornell.

Obviously I failed.

Would you mind if I tried?

What would you do?

Oh, I've got all sorts of little tricks.

I tell you what, you meet
me in the bar in an hour.

In the meantime, I'll try a
few of them on Mr. Cornell.

Good evening.

It is now.

Come in.

Thank you.

Is Mr. Cornell back? Mm-mm.

Why, but you're big and strong.

Actually, it's the tailoring.

I come from a long line of pigmas.

Mutation. Gorgeous.

Is Mr. Cornell back?

May I see my father?

Mr. Cornell is your father, yes.

What do you call him?

Couldn't we get
acquainted first? I'm Andrea.

I'm Simon.

Simon, lovely.

Simon means champagne.

In what language?

You're the first Simon
I've fallen in love with.

I celebrate all my firsts with champagne.

You must play havoc
with your father's cellar.

Andrea, must you do your
entertaining in the hall?

Mr. Cornell?
-Yes?

Would you mind while you're putting
the champagne on ice? I'm very busy.

What do you want?

A few minutes of conversation.

Now, look here, young man. I'm
looking at... Name is Simon Temper.

I see.

In that case, I can spare
you two minutes of my time.

What is it?

I'm curious. Why are you giving
Professor Gray the runner-up?

What the devil do you mean?

Professor Gray has written you
dozens of letters about process G.

His daughter had an
appointment with you tonight.

But you stood her up.

Miss Gray, an appointment tonight?

I must certainly do.

Believe me, Mr. Cornell,
somebody in your office

did make an appointment
for her with you tonight.

And on her way here, she was very nearly
kidnapped by two thugs in your driveway.

You're not serious.

Your personal assistant, Mr.

Devan, was standing
by, observing.

Now add that up.

I can't.

If it's true, I just don't
understand any of it.

My theory is that somebody in your
organization doesn't want you to get process G.

But that's ridiculous.
Nobody would want to be bothered.

Process G is worthless.

Who says so?

My research chemists.

They must be mistaken.

Impossible.

Really? Then why is
Imberline Incorporated

willing to pay Calvin
Gray one million dollars?

Imberline?

A million dollars?

Say Imberline arrives in London tomorrow

with a contract.

I don't believe it.

It's true, Mr. Cornell.

Somebody in your organization
doesn't want you to get process G.

I have a hunch that
somebody is Walter Devan.

I've known Walter Devan for fifteen years.

And I've found him completely trustworthy.

It's your decision, Mr. Cornell.

But if I were you, I'd check out
process G with Calvin Gray personally.

Item by item, first thing tomorrow morning.

I most certainly will, and
I'm very obliged to, Tucker.

You can reach me at the Savoy Plaza.

I'll see myself out.

All right. I'll let you know what happens.

Thank you.

Simon, dear.

Not tonight, Josephine.

Worthless.

Look, a man from New
York told Dad that process G

would revolutionize
the entire textile industry.

And a man from Germany said...

Madeline, you don't have to sell me.
I'm convinced already.

What's more is, sir, is Cornell, I think.

He's promised to contact
your father tomorrow.

So I suggest you run upstairs,

phone your father, and tell him to put
Si in the line-off for a couple of days.

All right, I will. Oh, and Simon.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

My pleasure.

Good night. Talk to you in the morning.

Mm-hmm.

Still here, fellas?

We're built in.

Is that girl really in
danger? No, not now.

I straighten things out.

Some chaps have all the luck.

It's a clean living.

I'll keep this.

Simon.

Didn't you pick it up earlier this evening?

No. - Well, someone did.

It's not here.

Mm-hmm.

Well, obviously, I'm about to
entertain an uninvited guest.

Hello again.

Are you going to shoot me?

Well, I'm tempted.

Don't you want to know how I got in here?

I presume you turned
the key that's in the door.

Oh, very clever.

The desk clerk was
called away for a moment.

I helped myself.

That's breaking and entering.

I know.

But I have to find out if this physique
is tailor-made or the real thing.

Is that all you want to find out?

Are you working for Walter Devon?

You're delirious.

Or are you trying to keep your
father from getting processed, gee?

I hurt you not well.

Why?

Never mind.

Andre, we'll look after you.

I have a little flat in Branston Hughes.

We'll take you there for a nice doctor.

You'll be alone.

Just the two of us.

Hi, Madeline. This is Andrea.

She's just leaving.

No, I'm not.

Yes, you are, my pet.
Now come on, on your feet.

Time to go home.

Well, who's this? Your wife?

A business acquaintance.
I'll beat it. Come on.

When will I see you?

Not tonight.

Tomorrow?

Good night.

Here's my number.

It's my little nest.

I'm waiting tomorrow for your call.

Good night, my first Simon.

There that was.

Andrea Quennel, Quennel's daughter.

What'd she want?

So what's with you?

I just came to tell you that my
father doesn't answer the phone.

I've called the house and the
laboratory and there's no reply.

Dad rarely goes out
at night, never this late.

Simon, the house is in an
isolated part of the country

and I'm terrified that
something's happened to him.

Anybody else live in the house
beside you and your father?

No.
Old cleaning woman comes in the mornings.

Simon, I'm so scared.

Let's not jump to conclusions.

Your father could be asleep
and not have heard the phone

or the phone could be out of order.

No, operator, I was just checking to
see whether the line was out of order.

Thank you. Any sign of him?

No.

Bed slept in?

No.

Check the laboratory?

Yes, there's nothing there,
but his coat's still up in the room.

It doesn't prove much.

Simon, look.

A clean cup.

Well, that does prove something.
I'm going to call the police.

Madeline, the timing has
something to do with this.

You know why somebody
tried to kidnap you tonight?

I presumed to stop me seeing Quennel.

Yes, but who knew you were seeing him?

The person at Quanco
who fixed the appointment.

Now, that could have been
Devon, even though he denies it.

Let's stay with Devon anyway.

He fixes it, but Quennel is told

that Process G is worthless.

So he has to stop you and your father
from meeting Quennel face-to-face.

In order to do that, he
arranges a kidnapping.

With you, he failed.

But succeeded with your father.

But why does he want
Quennel to think it's worthless?

Because Imberline Incorporated
will pay a million dollars

for Process G, and Devon
wants it all for himself.

Well, I'm going to call
the police right now.

Imberline, turn the lights off quick.

What?

Somebody outside.

Lock the door after me.

Well, we meet again.

You didn't bring your buddy with you.

It's going to make life very difficult.

Where's Calvin Gray?

I don't know.

You don't scare me.

I missed.

Must be out of practice.

Let's practice some more.

Now, where's Calvin Gray?

I don't know
anything to do with it.

Who are you working for?

Walter Devon?

Now, look, buddy boy,
I'm running out of patience.

Are you working for Walter Devon
or is this I, Imberline?

Where's Gray?

In London.

Where in London?

All right, I'll talk.

Yes?

All right, thank you.

Well, our dead prowler
is one Jim Morgan.

Present record?

Yes, the odds are trying
to trace his recent contacts.

If Devon's one of them, we'll be well
on our way to finding Professor Gray.

Are you through with me?

Yes, for the moment.

Thanks for your help.

Oh, Inspector, I have to
go back to London now.

I'm a little worried about Miss Gray.

They may just try again.

Well, that's all right, Sergeant Black.

I'll stick around and keep an eye on her.

Yes, sir.

Keep an eye on him.

I'm married with three kids, Mr. Templar.

Congratulations. It doesn't show.

Bye, Inspector.

Nice bloke. It's a nice sense of humor.

Yes.

Miss Gray,

I'm most deeply distressed by this.

Is there anything, anything I can do?

There's nothing
anyone can do, Mr.

Quennel, except wait.

Well, Mr.

Quennel? Good morning,
Templar. Isn't this terrible?

Simon,

have the police got any ideas?

No, not yet.

I came along to go over process G with
Professor Gray as I'd promised only to find.

It's incredible.

Have you spoken to your scientists yet?

No, but I've been over their reports.

I'm convinced there's more to
process G than I've been told.

Why the full facts have been kept from me?

I just can't imagine.

Then why not speak to Walter Devon?

Ask him why he's keeping
process G from you, is it?

That he wants to sell to
Imberline and cut you out?

And while you're at it, you might ask him

how he happened to be present
at Madeline's attempted kidnapping.

I tried.

Well?

He's disappeared.

What?

He's not at the office.
He didn't sleep at home

last night and his wife
doesn't know where he is.

Has he left the
country? I don't know.

With my father?

No, the police are taking care of that.

They're watching all exit
routes out of the country.

If Devon is behind this,
he'll be caught and punished.

Miss Gray,

I've known your father by
reputation for many years.

Believe me, I feel very badly about this.

Well, now I'm his girl.

If there's anything I can
do, please let me know.

Yes, I will. Thank you.

Goodbye, then. Goodbye, Mr. Templar.

Mr. Quennel?

Now, why don't you go to bed?

Oh, Simon, I couldn't sleep.

Well, you can try.
You've been up all night.

Now, don't worry.
This will be perfectly safe.

The police are going to keep an eye on you.

You're leaving?

Yes, I have to go to London.

I have appointed myself a
reception committee

of one for Mr. Sy Imberline.

Oh, yes. Here it is. Sy Imberline.

We arrived about an hour ago.

Any calls?

No, Mr.Templar. Not that I know of.

What's his room number?

403.

May I? - Certainly.

403, please.

Mr. Imberline?

My name is Walter Devon.
I'd like to talk to you about Calvin Gray.

Thank you. I'll be right up.

You're flipping again.

Hello, Andrea.

But I won't tell if you buy me lunch.

Look, sweetheart, I'm
round the tide after the work.

Well, I'm sure you are.

You promised to phone me today.

I've been sitting by my
telephone all morning.

Tell you what, you wait in my room.

Just a little longer.

I'm a very impatient girl, Simon.

Don't you forget it.

Try holding your breath
for a couple of hours.

Good morning, Mr. Devon.

Come in.

Thank you.

Well, it's nice to see you again.

We've met before?

We haven't, no.

Because you're not Walter Devon.

And if you don't tell
me what this is all about,

I'll have the hotel detective
up here in 20 seconds.

Go ahead and call him.

We can ask him what he thinks
about Calvin Gray's kidnapping.

Calvin Gray's what?

He was kidnapped from his home last night.

Walter Devon organized it.

Are you paying him?

That's about the nuttiest
idea I've ever heard.

You know Walter
Devon? We've met.

Where?

He works for the Quinco Company.

They've acquired some of our patents.

Devon and I worked out the terms.

I see.

Is it true your company is paying a million
dollars for process G to Calvin Gray?

That is none of your business.

I'm making it my business.

Not with my help, you're not.

No cause, not yet.

You know, Imberline,

you may have been a great ball player
in your day, but you're pretty soft now.

Where's Calvin Gray?

I haven't a clue.

Where's Walter Devon?

I don't know.

Try his office, try his home, try Alaska.

Alaska's an idea because he's
very conveniently disappeared.

Well, that's tough.

Is he offering you a
cut rate for process G?

No.

Look, I don't know what this is all about.

I came to London in good faith and
negotiated a contract with Calvin Gray.

I'm prepared to offer
him one million dollars.

That's all I know.

I'm inclined to believe you.

You'd better have a
doctor look at that wrist.

I'd hate you not to be over
to sign Calvin Gray's check.

You're becoming a habit.

Are you comfortable?

Mm.

I have some champagne to send up.

So I see.

A new bill.

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Here's to my first time.

Does anything go on in that
simple mind of yours?

No, not really.

My father gives me all the money I need.

I have to muse myself.

I suffer from a kind of

agitated boredom.

I met you.

I liked you.

And what I like, I get.

Like Walter Devon got to Calvin
Gray and kidnapped him last night.

You're out of your tiny mind.

Andrea, I have to find Walter Devon.

Will you help me?

Is that all you want to know?

Yes, that's all.

All right, I'll tell you.

You know where he is?

Orchard Evans' home with my father.

He's been there since last night.

You're supposed to be resting, Miss Gray.

Easier said than done, I'm afraid.

Oh, do sit down.

Thank you, Miss. That's very nice.

How long have you been in the force?

Eight years, Miss.

Really?

It's the lab! It's on fire!

Stay here, Miss.

Miss Gray, now we've got your old man.

Now we want you.
Come on!

Simon, I don't understand.

Why would Dad lie
about Devon's runabouts?

You know your father better than I do.

I suppose you answer that one.

I can't. We're not very close, you know.

We don't talk much.

He thinks I'm too stupid to
understand anything about business.

He just gives me a big allowance
and expects me to keep out of the way.

You're frightened of him?

How did you know?

You wonder.

I suppose I am.

Sometimes I feel he hates me.

Well, well, well,
isn't this cosy?

Ah, Templar, I was expecting you.

It's nice to feel welcome.

And how are you, Mr.

Devon? Very well, thanks.

Really? Aren't you just
the least little bit nervous?

Andrea, dear, this is business.

I know, and I want to hear it.

No, trot along. There's a good show.

Watch some television or something.

They won't belong.

There's nothing to worry about, dear.

Can I offer you a brandy, Templar?

I only drink with people I find congenial.

Why didn't you tell me Devon was here?

It's, um,

rather a complicated story.

I bet it is.

But I have quite a sharp mind.
Why not try me?

You've been amazingly perceptive all along,

Templar, quite remarkable.

Walter here did arrange
Professor Grey's kidnapping.

I know that. At my orders.

Well, the plot does begin
to thicken, doesn't it?

Would it be too presumptuous of me
to ask where Professor Grey is now?

He's quite safe.

Would you mind if I asked him?

You can ask him anything you like.

Right now, if you please.

Templar, bear with me a little longer.

Now, you love adventure
and excitement, don't you?

Well, big business is the most
adventurous and exciting game in the world.

There are alliances, there are feuds,

there's espionage. Quite often one must
step through ordinary laws and restrictions.

My point is that business
could fully exploit all your talents.

Are you offering me a job?

Yes.

At a salary of a hundred
thousand pounds a year.

You must be desperate.

I am.

A man of your caliber.

Or desperate to avoid
a gun of this caliber.

Oh, now, please, Mr. Templar.

This is quite unnecessary.

Oh, I don't think so. I'm still
waiting to see Professor Grey.

Tell me one thing, Quennel.

You're a rich man.

Why would you want to kidnap
Calvin Grey rather than pay his price?

Well, it's all very simple.

Our company doesn't want to use Process G.

But we have to acquire it.

To stop anyone else having it.

Why? We've just completed
our new plant, Templar.

33 acres of new construction.

Erected and tooled at a cost of millions.

And Process G would make it obsolete.

Exactly.

I employ 30,000 men.

Now, at an average of
three dependents a man, that

makes 120,000 people
dependent on me for a livelihood.

I care about those people very much.

This touching devotion
to humanity is slightly

out of character if you
don't mind my saying so.

But presupposing there is one
spark of truth in what you say,

why not extend your philanthropy
to Professor Grey, pay his price,

and still shelve it?

Shelve a million?

Forfeit the
interest for ten years?

Have you any idea how much that
would represent in total cost?

Sir, Professor Grey has to
be separated from Process G.

You're not such a humanitarian.

There's no alternative

unless he accepts my price.

And if he objects? Oh, I'm sure he will.

But even if he is
careless with his own life,

I feel he must have some regard
for the safety of his daughter.

Oh, yes, we took the precaution of,

how shall I put it,

inviting her to keep her father company.

I made you an offer, Templar.

The answer is no.

Why not put your gun down?

I'll prepare it this way.

You heard what he said.

Take him to the shelter.

Andrea?

Andrea?

Father? Yes?

Were you calling just now?

I just wondered where you were.

Father, what are you doing to Simon?

Father, please answer me.

They're taking him to the shelter.

What are you going to do to him?

Andrea, my dear, you've seen many things

happen in this house. They
don't concern you, so forget them.

Simon's my friend.

Everybody's your friend.

It's your one engaging characteristic.

Now run back your own drawing room.

I won't.

I beg your pardon.

I won't let you hurt Simon.

And how do you propose to stop me?

Out of the police.

I will.

You'll do exactly as I told you.

I've given you everything the money can buy

and all I ask in return
is that you keep your

nose out of my affairs
and I'll do as I tell you.

Are you talking
in your sleep, Mr. Templar?

What would I say?

Drop dead.

Welcome to the Tower of London.

Not quite.

This is Mr. Quennel's
private air raid shelter.

He had it built during the war.

Very nice.

It's adequate. Fifteen feet deep.

Absolutely soundproof.

And very well guarded.

There are big fields.

That's a delightful sense of
humour you have, Mr.Templar.

Any problems?

Not a one.

Now I won't waste time asking
you to reconsider my proposition.

I have another one to offer you.

That should be good.

I want you to persuade Professor Gray

to sign over the patent for
Process G to my company.

I shall also require the formula
which so far he's failed to disclose.

He may have to work now to do that.

He's a very obstinate man.

And if I refuse?

Or fail?

Well then, I'd have to draw
your attention to these airbases.

They were designed for
the introduction of fresh

air which we're all
enjoying at this moment.

Some of us are.

They're also equipped for
the introduction of poison gas.

As nice of you to want it.

Right.

Incidentally, time is an
important factor for me.

I have a plane leaving
for Rome at midnight.

And while I'm fastening my safety belt
I'd like to reflect that the matter's been

finally settled.

One way or the other.

You have a nice tidy mind.

And you have exactly fifteen minutes.

Good night.

One way or the other.

Oh, the professor and his
charming daughter you'll find in there.

Simon, what are we going to do?

Well, you heard, did you?
- Everything.

Professor Gray, think
of nicer places to meet.

I feel terribly responsible
for your being here at all.

Well, in that case, you think of a way out.

Before they gas us,

someone's got to come back for an answer.

I don't see anything here that's going
to help us against a man with a gun.

There's nothing for it.

I'll have to give up the formula.

Professor Gray, you really
don't think that after you've signed

the patent over to them, they're
going to let us go, do you?

You mean...?

Yes, I do.

Give us about fourteen
minutes to find a way out.

Madeleine,

see if you can find some
wire or flex or something.

Electrocution, eh?

Yes, why not?

We fix a wire from that
power point to the handle.

Yes, but you've got to
have another terminal.

There's something to stand on.

Any luck with that flex?

How about this?

Yes, it should work very nicely.

One wire from here to the handle,

one to this on the
floor, he stands on this,

touches the handle,

the results will be very interesting.

It'll work.

Now,

something to cover it up.

Put it under the tap, get it soaked away.

It's a bit obvious.

The lights ought to help.

Think it'll work?

That's hard to know.

What he has to do is put his hand on here,

and stand on here.

Someone's coming.

Welcome back.

I hope you've all
decided to be sensible.

I have no choice, have I?

No, Professor, you haven't.

The Professor has decided
to turn over his formula.

But first, he has to go
back to his laboratory.

For what?

His notes.

The formula should be in his head.

Isn't that right, Professor?

Well, it's an extremely
complicated formula.

I need to refresh my memory.

Yes, it's not just a
question of A plus B

equals X, Y, Z, you know.

Who do you think you're fooling, Templar?

Our time isn't up yet.

What's this good at?

Professor, concentrate.

Try and remember, we've
only got half a minute.

Make the most of it.

It's exactly what we are doing.

Couldn't you allow my father just
a few minutes longer?

I'm sorry.

Time's up.

What sort of gas are you
planning to use on us?

Isn't that just too bad?

I can't remember the formula.

Perhaps the Professor will think of it.

Enjoy yourselves.

Professor, don't try it!

My car's in the driveway.

Take it to the hotel and wait for me.

What about Quennel?

He'll leave Quennel to me.

It's all over, Quennel.

Professor Gray and his daughter have gone.

Your personal assistant, Devan, and
his personal assistant are, shall we say,

out of commission in the shelter.

So it's just you and me.

Templar, I'm sure that we can discuss
this like reasonable human beings.

Do reasonable human beings use poison gas?

Let's ask the police.

Call them.
- Don't bother, Dad.

I phoned the police
myself five minutes ago.

But as a businessman,

Quennel really believed that he
could suppress process G indefinitely.

He was trying to do it in such
a way that if things backfired,

Devan would take the blame.

Oh, Simon,

we can't begin to thank you enough.

Professor, goodbye.

Thank you.

Here you go, sir.

Yes, please.

Don't make it a double, though, will you?

May I have the pleasure of buying
you a gentleman a drink?

Thanks.

No beautiful women tonight?

No.

No one wanting to tell you their troubles?

Fortunately not.

You see, this is the sort of thing that
happens when a beautiful woman says...

Can I have a word with you
in private?

Simon, darling.