The Saint Page #3

---

president in the company of this man.

Just sent to your phone.

Who's this?

I don't have a name yet.

But I've run his picture

through every facial recognition

database I could tap into

and the only other time

he ever appears

is in an NSA surveillance photo

with sheik Muhammad Al Khabiri,

a terrorist financier who's

now enjoying a lifelong vacation

in a CIA black prison somewhere.

Something oddly

familiar about him.

Lemme guess.

You rowed together at Oxford.

Tell you what.

Let's do some more digging.

If you can find some leads

on the missing money,

it's gonna be right up

our boulevard.

Yeah. My thoughts exactly.

Already on it.

- But, Simon?

- Yes, darling.

I might have been wrong

about the beard.

It makes you a little,

dare I say...

Older.

Goodbye, darling.

You, gentlemen, were the only ones who

got perfect scores on your exams.

I am most surprised

at you, Mr. Templar.

You had perfect grades. You did not

need to steal the answer sheets.

I never looked

at the answers, sir.

And yet you felt compelled to

break into the master's office...

We didn't break in, sir.

- I made an impression

of the key.

So you admit it?

There's nothing to admit, sir.

You caught us.

Which would have never happened

if you'd stuck to the plan.

You were supposed to miss

a few answers on purpose.

Why would you steal

an exam paper?

You don't need to cheat.

You're a Templar.

You have a responsibility.

I expect you to conduct yourself

in a certain manner in this world.

I didn't cheat.

I just stole.

I appreciate the distinction.

But why, Simon?

I wanted them to like me.

I wanted to be...

A part of something.

- You are a part of something.

- A part of what?

A family of rich snobs

no one likes?

Do you have any idea how this

family acquired its fortune?

Do you even know what it is

I do for a living?

Well, perhaps it's time

you learned.

You've seen this before,

haven't you?

That is the symbol

of the knights Templar.

Who are the knights Templar?

That is a very

interesting question.

See, a long time ago, in 1119,

just after the end

of the first crusade...

A small band of knights were

traveling back to their kingdom...

You did good, Coop.

Why don't you take some time off?

You've earned it.

I, uh...

I want to open

a new investigation.

What?

Simon Templar... who's that?

They call him "the Saint."

I talked to Brodsky at Interpol as well

as inspector teal over at Scotland yard.

They've been

after him for years.

He's an international thief.

He's wanted for money laundering,

computer fraud, smuggling...

- This the guy from Russia?

- Yeah.

Coop, look, uh...

You're the kid genius and all,

but the director feels we went way out

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes