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Well, you can't win 'em all, and you shouldn't try, I guess.

If you make gambling a profession instead of a sport

you either get into bad trouble or else you get rich - like him.

Lucky Joe Luckner, they call him.

A sub-human inhabitant of the racket-ridden jungle of Soho.

In London or New York,

for sheer smallness of soul and hog-trough behaviour,

there's no one quite like Lucky.

Now, what shall we do in the next race?

Oh, no, it can't be! Excuse me.

Chief Inspector Claude Eustace Teal of the Yard, betting?

Oh, it's you.

You make me sound like a cholera germ.

This is Detective Sergeant Bob Stevens.

This character is a man who I shall someday castigate

with every discourtesy permitted by the laws of England,

Simon Templar.

I'll be leaving early tonight, Marty. I've got something...

Leave now if you like. I'll close up.

- What do you want? - just saying hello.

OK, you said it. Now beat it.

Bailey...

Why won't you and Marty be reasonable?

Lucky likes you.

He really does. He wants to be your friend and take care of you.

But if you want his protection you've got to pay for it.

- Get out! - This is your last chance, Bailey.

Bailey, I think we should pay. It isn't gonna break us, and...

- It's simpler. - Keep out of this, Marty.

Toscelli, I've told you and I've told Luckner, we run a clean business.

We're not paying protection to racetrack gangs.

NOW, get!

You keep your dirty...

For Pete's sake... Bailey!

We'll be back.

Hello?

Hello?

Who are you calling?

Oh, a...a friend.

You're not two-timing Cora?

Bailey, l...l called the Saint.

Oh, now, Marty...

You don't think Luckner's tough, do you?

But I saw what they did to Romara when he wouldn't pay.

(Ioshes, razors, the lot.

Jimmy, you and me can't fight Lucky alone.

There was the cutest sailor in last night.

- Yeah? - Tall, blond, well-built.

And a good spender.

And an absolute beast.

Don't you get tired of it, Jane?

- Tired of what? - This place. London. The life.

Not after 20 years of Liverpool and my mother.

Cora, honey, what's the matter?

I'm 33 and I'm beginning to look like Queen Victoria's mother.

My girdle's too tight, my feet hurt and I'm broke.

I don't think Marty and I will ever get married. Otherwise I'm great.

Give us another drink, love. D'you want one?

No thanks. Evening, Mr Luckner.

- Hello, Jane. - See you later.

- Don't go, Jane. - I've got to.

- How's my girl? - Oh, fine.

- Only fine? - Sure.

Like I was last night, last year and the year before that.

- You look tired, Cora. - I am.

Why don't you chuck it all in and marry me?

House in Hampstead, maids, everything you want.

All you've gotta do is say yeah.

- Yes, well... - What about it, Cora?

- I don't know. - You've been saying that for a year.

Marriage is a serious thing, Lucky, I...

Lucky, I gotta talk to you.

Hey, wait a minute.

- What happened to you? - This Bailey needs a lesson.

He and Marty O'Connor are way out of line.

I see. Come into the office.

See you later, Cora.

Yeah, sure, Lucky.

This is three chances they've had.

I've pleaded, chatted, reasoned - nothing.

What about Marty?

Marty would play along all right, it's Bailey that's holding out.

All right, boys.

Let's go.

What's happening?

Lucky.

They've gone after Marty and Bailey.

- Oh, no!

Look, Phil, I'm trying to get away early tonight.

Won't it keep till morning?

- Oh, thanks. - Would you?

All right. Thanks, Phil. Night.

Oh, these phones! They drive you mad!

Take them off the hook.

Operator, I've been trying this number for ten minutes!

They can't be busy that long!

For heaven's sake stop asking me stupid questions! This is urgent!

Cora, if anybody finds out about this you'll come to on a cold slab.

Nobody rats on Lucky!

Hello?

Hello? Operator, what are you doing?

Oh, all right.

I've got to warn Marty.

If anybody asks, I had a headache and went home.

1,322 quid, seven and eightpence.

- Check. - Right.

- Right, I'll go and wash up. - OK.

Hello?

- Hello, Saint? - 'Yes?'

This is Marty O'Connor. Do you remember me?

- Sure. - 'Listen, we're in trouble.'

We're supposed to pay protection to a man named Luckner.

Lucky Joe Luckner.

- 'Do you know him?' - Sure.

'I saw him at the track today.'

Why don't I stop by in 20 minutes?

That'll be fine. Bailey'll be gone by then, but I'll stay.

See you then.

- The Saint's on his way. - Oh, Marty...

You are frightened by Luckner, aren't you?

Look, I know. You don't.

You scare too easy, Marty.

Maybe, but I like living. Here, lend us your towel.

I like living too. But I'm not paying a bag of lard like Luckner.

I only hope you know...

Back up, Bailey, you're not going home yet.

Go on, over there.

All right, boys.

Go ahead.

Bring him over here.

Hold him.

I warned you about this, Bailey.

I could walk faster. Why didn't you turn at Wardour Street?

Do you wanna change places, lady? You can drive and I'll ride.

Please...please! Make him stop!

All right, Lucky, that's enough.

Yeah. Yeah, maybe so.

Marty, we're letting you off this time,

but Eddy will be round to collect every Monday. you understand?

- All your cash in this box? - Yeah.

Good, we're taking it in back payments.

Come on, boys.

Marty...

Marty!

There were four of them. Luckner and three others.

Why didn't you listen to me? I warned you what Lucky was like!

Why didn't you pay? What's money compared...

Jimmy...

Jimmy!

Lucky beat him...

until he died.

So help me...

- He'll pay for it. - What are you gonna do?

- I'm calling the police. - Are you out of your mind?

But (IoramBailey! They've killed him!

Marty, please, listen to me.

You've just witnessed a murder.

In an hour, Lucky will realise this, that your testimony could hang him.

- What do you think he'll do? - I don't care!

What...?

Please, listen to me.

I know Bailey meant a lot to you, he was a wonderful man.

But as soon as Lucky finds out he's dead he'll be after you.

Look...

we could hide you for a few days until I can find some money.

You mean...just do...nothing?

There's nothing you can do!

You can't testify, you'd just be a corpse!

Oh, Marty, wake up.

Justmrun away?

I know it's wrong, but we're small, insignificant people.

We planned a life together and we're not getting any younger.

If we're gonna have any happiness it's got to start now!

But l...l...

I... I can't.

Do you want to die?

No, but...

Marty, don't you love me at all?

Don't I love you?

Come on.

Let's... Let's get out of here.

OK.

Jane? It's me.

Is Lucky back yet?

'No, but I'll say you had a headache.'

Cora, what's wrong?

(Ian you lend me some money?

I've got £300 in the bank if that would help?

Jane!

'It's at the bank - Barclays. Do you want to meet me there?'

- Which one? - 'jermyn Street.

'I can't make it before 2.30.'

Tomorrow? I'll be there. Jane, you're an angel. Bye.

£300!

So...now we've got £300.

The money'll make a lot of difference.

You say I'm being selfish,

but we can't hide for the rest of our days.

We've got to be free of this.

Once we're free I must pay Jane back.

Doesn't seem right, somehow.

Scurrying round like rats thinking only about ourselves.

Marty, we're thinking of each other.

Oh, what's the difference? It won't bring poor Bailey back.

And throwing our lives away isn't either.

He was the best friend I ever had.

And, you know, somehow...

doing what we are now...

it seems like we're running out on him.

- Marty... - Look, I...

OK.

Why did Marty O'Connor phone you instead of the police?

I owe him a favour, I guess.

Marty's got a police record but he's been going straight.

But like most guys with records, even when they're clean,

the word "police" scares them.

- Did you locate O'Connor? - I checked his lodgings.

His landlady said he paid two weeks' rent and left with a girl.

- That'll be Cora. - Who's she?

His girlfriend. She works at Lucky's Bar.

- Why? - Money.

- I want O'Connor. Find him. - Yes, sir.

- You haven't a prayer. - Hm?

Marty knows Lucky's going to be after him.

He's lived long enough to know when not to be brave.

I hate to see nice guys like Marty get kicked around

while Lucky gets away with murder.

- He won't get away with it. - Oh no?

He'll have a dozen witnesses to swear he was nowhere near.

Don't put that face on, you know it's true.

Lucky's got away with murder before and he'll get away with it again.

That's why they call him Lucky.

Where's Cora?

She's gone home.

At this hour?

She had a headache.

I'll bet.

Would you care to dance?

A pleasure.

Where the devil have you been?

I hung around for a bit after.

Lucky...Bailey's croaked.

- You sure? - I saw them take the body out.

Cops were all over.

Well, I've got an alibi. I was here all evening.

Lucky, Marty seen ya do it.

Yeah...

Yeah, he did.

Where does Marty live, Ed?

I don't know. Cora might.

Cora? Why'd Cora know anything about a washed-out runt like O'Connor?

- Well, rumour has it... - It's a lie!

It's been going on a long time, boss.

What's been going on?

I'm just telling you what I hear!

And how come Cora isn't here tonight?

She had a headache. She went home.

Did she?

Maybe we'd better find out.

Cora and Marty(!)

She wouldn't do that to me.

Honey, if you wanna date Cora,

- she'll be back tomorrow. - I don't want to date her.

- I want to talk to her about Marty. - What do you know about Marty?

He's in trouble and he's hiding someplace...and he needs help.

You're her friend, you know where she is. I just want to talk about Marty.

The boss wants you.

The young lady is busy.

I'm not that busy. Excuse me. Don't go away.

I won't.

- Haven't I seen you someplace? - Sure, I've been someplace.

Tell me exactly what Cora said.

Like I said before, Mr Luckner, she had a headache and went home.

- She didn't go home. - No?

Jane... Do you like working here?

Oh, I sure do, Mr Luckner.

It's very stimulating, meeting people and...everything.

- Do you want to stay? - Of course I do.

- Then tell me the truth! - I'm telling you the truth!

Does Cora ever go out with Marty O'Connor?

Who's he?

Talk! Talk, I said!

Going someplace?

No, but you are.

- Tell me the truth! - I am!

- Who the devil are you? - Let me introduce myself.

Oh! just like Superman!

- Are you really the Saint? - You sound sceptical.

I am. I've been here ten minutes and all you've done is give me coffee.

- Are you one of those talkers? - Sugar?

That big punch you gave Lucky, it must have hurt him.

It was intended to. I don't like men who slap women around.

Nobody's ever hit me before - till tonight.

Of course, I have been hurt other ways.

Jane, do you really not know where Cora and Marty are hiding out?

We are alone.

- I think I'll trust you after all. - Thank you very much.

I'm meeting Cora tomorrow. I'm loaning her a little money.

A little money? I'm loaning her all I've got - 300 quid!

Jane, why don't we join forces?

You be (era's friend... and I'll be Marty's.

I'll be (era's friend and you'll be Marty's?

Yes.

Kind of mixed up, isn't it?

Doesn't matter too much, as long as we're both against Lucky.

Oh, I'm with you there, 100 per cent.

Good.

Now, where does Lucky live?

In Hampstead. I don't know the address but I could take you there.

- We'll go first thing tomorrow. - What will I do tonight?

If I go home, Lucky's boys are liable to do anything.

You just saw, I have a guest room.

- It's a miracle. - What is, the room?

You like me for my soul.

Like you said, I'm probably one of those talkers.

- Lucky does himself proud. - I told you so.

He's got visitors - that's a Scotland Yard car.

Inspector, I give you my word, I know nothing about Bailey's murder.

Lucky, I had a sneaking suspicion that you were gonna say just that.

It's nice to know we're on the same wavelength, Inspector.

As a matter of fact, I was at the club all evening.

- Wasn't I, boys? - Sure, Lucky.

Why don't you look for Marty O'Connor?

Why?

- Isn't it obvious? - Not to me it isn't.

- The money's gone, so has Marty. - How do you know?

Oh, now, Inspector.

- Word gets round. Doesn't it, boys? - Sure, Lucky.

All right. Let's have the details.

You say you were at your club all night.

From 9.30pm till two in the morning.

We have a little poker game going, you know?

By a funny coincidence, all the boys were playing.

- Weren't you, boys? - Sure.

Frankie won all the money, didn't you?

Sure, boss.

They're as good as gold, these boys.

Each one of them is in your employ.

I'm very friendly with my employees.

We call it labour relations.

Harry, boy, let the inspector out!

Bye-bye, Sergeant.

- Poor old Claude. - Who's he?

He's the inspector in charge of this case.

- I bet he's furious. - Why?

Lucky'll have an airtight alibi, bought witnesses.

The only thing that'll convict him is a confession.

I'd like to get it.

But how?

- No use hanging around here. - Where to now?

Your place - you can change into something a little more restrained.

Then we'll pick up Laura, take her back to my place.

- Cora, I know you're frightened. - Then why argue with me?

- Do you want to see Lucky punished? - I don't care about Lucky.

And I don't care about justice. All I care about is keeping Marty alive.

Oh, yes, he tried to be heroic. I put a stop to that.

I know Lucky and I know his boys.

They're combing London right now looking for Marty.

I'm terrified to go home to change. Lucky's got someone on my door.

I don't want to fight any more. All I want is to go to Ireland.

With Jane's 300 quid I might make it.

Ireland?

Thanks.

There's a man there called john O'Hara, an old friend of Marty's.

He breeds horses.

He's always wanted Marty to go into partnership with him.

That's out because we haven't got any capital. But he'll give Marty a job.

And there's a cottage to go with it.

What I wouldn't give...just to be where there are trees and fresh air.

You'll be there, Cora, I promise you.

Never! I'm terrified to even go near my flat.

Is Lucky watching your flat because he knows you might lead him to Marty?

I don't think he knows about us. He wouldn't have proposed to me.

- Lucky proposed to you? - He does regularly.

Cora, I'm beginning to get an idea.

I want you to take me to Marty. Please.

All right.

Jane, we'll be back. If the phone rings, don't answer.

And that's it.

Cora, it's up to you.

- It won't work, it's mad. - It WILL work.

- It's too risky. - If it fails you'll be no worse off.

And I'll give you £1,000 to get you Ireland.

Marty, what do you think?

I think we should try. For Bailey's sake.

Cora... If Lucky gets off, I'll never be able to forget it.

In Ireland or anywhere else.

Lucky will do anything to see Marty dead. Let's use it to our advantage.

I'm scared!

It's ringing.

Yeah?

Hello?

Hello?!-

Hello?

Cora! Ha ha!

How are you, Cora? Where did you go last night? I missed you.

'I've been worried.'

I know this will be a shock to you, but I had to go away by myself.

'Er... Marty and I are getting married.'

- You're what? - We're going away together.

You mean to tell me that you'd rather have that gutless...

- What's the matter? - Shut up.

Sorry.

Cora and Marty.

Told you, it's been going on for a long time.

She could have had me and she takes this...

Pimple!

I'll kill him. I'll kill 'em both!

You don't know Lucky. He'll want to kill us both now.

That's what we wanted. Come on, Marty.

Stay by the phone, I'll call you.

- Leave everything to me. - What else can I do?

Cora... We can trust Simon.

Sure we can trust Simon... if we're alive by this time tomorrow.

Mr Maxwell, I appreciate that very much.

- No, I don't care what it costs. - Let me talk to him.

Jane wants to talk to you. Yeah, that's all.

Hello, Maxie, it's me. (Ian you do it in time?

We'll bring him round right away.

Oh, thanks, Maxie, you're a sweetie. Bye!

- (Ian he do it? - Course he can.

You don't know Maxie. He's amazing - a genius!

- Are you expecting anyone? - No.

Get in the guest room.

Why, Claude! Bless your old, flat feet!

I wanna talk to you!

- Oh... - Jane, allow me to introduce you

to England's greatest bloodhound - Chief Inspector Teal of the Yard.

- This is Jane Mayo. - How do you do?

Pleasure, I'm sure.

I won't offer to take your coat, Claude. I'm sure you're not staying.

You were out at Lucky's house this morning. Why?

I saw you there. Why didn't you stop?

- Answer the question! - I'm thinking of buying his house.

Saint, I know you're burned up by Bailey's murder. So am I.

I also know that Marty's your friend, but this is my case! Understand?

Perfectly. And it does make me feel terribly confident.

- Does it? - Confident that Lucky will get off.

- Have you felt the weight of this? - Lucky will not get off,

and we will find Marty and give him protection.

Sure. If Lucky doesn't find him first.

We are watching Lucky and we will find Marty.

All right. Supposing you do find Marty.

And supposing he survives to testify against Lucky.

The defence will say he's unreliable because he has a record.

No one will believe him against the witnesses

who will testify Lucky wasn't even in London.

Three - who swear that he was playing cards.

- There you are. Cigarette? - No.

What you need to convict Lucky... is a confession.

- Confession? - And I am going to get it for you.

I'm warning you, there is to be none of your private brand of justice!

Claude, I'm going to hand you Lucky on a plate.

You will mind your own business, or I will put you away for life!

- Understand? - Yes, sir.

I mean it!

You do know the way out?

If anything happens to Lucky, I'll get you...

and don't say I didn't warn you!

Well! He doesn't like you, does he?

He loves me like a brother.

Anyway, you mustn't laugh. It's disrespectful.

Marty! Come on out, dear boy.

Come on, Jane.

Oh, dear, this is very irregular.

Look, Maxie, you promised. We're not doing anything wrong.

Would it help if I raised the price?

Like you, Mr Saint, I am an artist. Cash is not my only consideration.

Then, what is?

Oh, deary... Well, if I have to do it,

at least we don't have to suffer all of his face again - just his profile!

Now, hold it!

Right!

Cora could have had all this. Cars, clothes, everything!

And she chooses a little jerk like Marty O'Connor!

She's crazy.

- I want him, and fast!

Well, go on! Answer it!

Look, I don't want any excuses. Find O'Connor, bring him here.

- Where do I begin to look? - I told you, no excuses!

Well, well, well. To think I said I was thinking of buying this place!

- I got a score to settle with you. - Me too!

Before you get violent...

- You belted me last night! - You shouldn't hit women.

As I said, before you get violent, listen to what I have to say.

I've come to deliver Marty O'Connor.

I thought that would interest you.

Why don't we let bygones be bygones, and talk this over?

Or would you like me to take on the boys and wreck the furniture?

All right, I'll handle this.

I thought you'd see it my way.

- What do you mean, deliver O'Connor? - I know where he is.

- You trying to con me? - Me, try to con a con man?

All right, where is he?

At the moment, that's my secret. You'll have to take my word for it.

Your word? You hear that boys? His word!

- What's the catch? - Money.

- Lucky, you're not gonna pay him? - Mind your own business!

Harry and me can make him talk!

That I doubt very much.

- However, I took precautions. - Like what?

- Cora on the other end of a phone. - Cora?

If I don't call her in 15 minutes,

she'll take Marty down to dear old Claude Eustace Teal at the Yard.

All right. Let's get down to business. How much do you, er...

Lucky, you know that Marty saw you kill Bailey.

If they put him on the witness stand he'll blow your alibi to bits.

Not that I'd be perturbed about them hanging you.

It's just to me, at the moment, getting Marty is more important.

Important? Why?

I owe him something, something I can't quite give him myself.

I thought you and the boys might take care of it for me.

Isn't that nice, boys, he's just like one of us.

I'm still trying to find out what we pay for this privilege.

Five thousand pounds.

Five thousand pounds for that miserable little bum?! Ha!

You must be crazy!

Crazy? Lucky, that "miserable little bum" can hang you!

Now, you've got exactly nine minutes and 35 seconds to think it over.

Time's running out.

Shut up and let me think.

I hope you're thinking about Cora and Marty.

You know, she's absolutely crazy about him, Lucky.

- I've never seen a woman so in love. - All right, how does the deal work?

First, you go to the bank and you get the money in cash.

Then?

At 9.30 tonight, you go to Wimbledon Common with just one of your boys.

I'll be parked by the fountain. Be on time because I won't wait.

- Then, if the money's OK... - It'll be OK.

I'll tell you where you can find Cora and Marty.

What you do with them when you get them...is your affair.

As far as Marty is concerned, I don't want any half measures.

I want him dead.

So do I.

- Well, I guess that's all. - Aren't you gonna ring Cora?

You're gonna trust this guy?

Belt up and leave it to me!

- He might be working with the cops. - You wanna do something useful?

- What's that, Lucky? - Shut up!

Hello, Cora?

Don't go to the Yard.

9.30 tonight?

Don't bother to see me out.

We're going along with this character as I planned.

You're coming with me in the car.

If he delivers Marty, he gets the money.

But if he's planning a double-cross...

there'll be one more saint in Paradise.

You can turn around now. (Ian you help me with this?

You'll find a coat in the box on the bed.

How does it fit?

It'll do. What difference does it make how I look?

How you look tonight will make the difference between life and death.

Go to the Glenville Hotel on the Kingston bypass.

It's two miles down on the left, you can't miss it.

I want you to be in the bar at exactly 9.30.

You can be a few minutes early but on no account be late, understand?

- Simon... - Feeling scared?

Don't worry. Most of us do at times.

You'll be all right.

Good luck, Cora.

Why don't you sit down and relax?

- How did you get on? - Fine. Did it arrive?

- Yes. - Did you rent the car?

- Yes. Grey Morris, parked outside. - What's the number?

- VMH 579. - VMH 579. Remember, timing is vital.

At 9.45, you move into action.

- I hope I don't make any mistakes. - So do I!

So do we all.

What time is it?

9.25. Do you think he'll show?

For five thousand quid? Ha!

- Lucky, you bring the money? - Let's hear you talk.

You know the Glenville Hotel?

On the Kingston bypass?

(era's there now, waiting for Marty. He's picking her up at 9.45.

Won't go inside - he's afraid.

She'll go out to the parking lot to his car.

What's Marty driving?

A grey Morris. VMH 579.

VMH 579.

The money.

Sure.

Get out of the car.

Put your hands up.

Now, get into the back of my car.

Keep your hands where I can see 'em.

(Ian I re lax?

Why not?

- You don't trust anybody, do you? - When I get Marty, you get paid.

(era's in the bar waiting for him.

Well, now, suppose we join her?

- What did I tell you? - It's Marty I want.

- He'll be here any minute. - When that happens, you get paid.

Hello, Cora.

Eddy, stay by the window. Watch out for Marty's grey Morris. VMH 579.

OK, boss.

- You sold us out. - Had no choice.

And we trusted you.

Cora, that's life.

- How much did you pay him? - You're worth a lot to me, Cora.

- Scotch. - Si r.

Why, you...

Go back to Lucky's car.

Eight...nine...ten. There you are. Five thousand.

- Thanks, Lucky. - You've earned it.

Hey, Lucky, you're not gonna let them walk out of here?

Why don't you shut up? This man is reliable and smart,

unlike you three bums.

- Saint, it's been a pleasure. - Likewise.

- See you soon again, I hope. - You will.

Why, Claude Eustace! For once on time!

Lucky, you do know one another.

Oh, yeah. Yes, of course. How are you, Inspector?

Joseph Luckner, I arrest you for the murder of James Bailey.

I must warn you, anything you say will be taken down

and may be given in evidence.

- Inspector, you're kidding. - I don't think so.

Marty O'Connor telephoned.

He's come out of hiding prepared to give evidence against you.

That's crazy. Marty O'Connor skipped the country two days ago, Inspector.

I'll show you out myself.

Marty!

Take the others! Come on.

- It was Lucky! He killed Bailey! - Shut up!

- It wasn't us! - He hit him!

Until he was dead!

- You're as guilty as I am! - Come on!

Well, Marty... Thank you.

Without your testimony, we would never have convicted Lucky.

His confession helped.

Simon, I don't know how to thank you.

- Marty. Take care of him, Cora. - I will.

And I'll never forget what you've done for us. Thank you, Simon. Bye.

- Goodbye, Jane. - Good luck, Cora.

Bye.

- Cora... Something for the trip. - Thanks. Goodbye.

- Let's go see them off. - Fine.

Claude Eustace?

Don't you know by now that I don't smoke?

And isn't it time you told me how you did it?

- I suppose so. Jane has a friend. - Named Mr Maxwell.

- He makes dummies for store windows. - And Madame Tussauds.

You mean... You mean you had a dummy made of Marty?

- Thanks to Mr Maxwell. - And I drove the car.

- You did, eh? - Mm, but I was very scared.

- You were great. - You both were.

Irregular and improper, but... heh-heh, great.

Claude Eustace, that's very sporting of you indeed.

The trouble is, none of this is much comfort to Marty.

It won't bring his partner back to life.