The Saint Page #6

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- Zooey, sweetheart. Zooey!

- Help! Help me!

- I don't...

- Zooey! Zooey!

Daddy, they're gonna kill me.

As you can hear, your daughter is getting

rather agitated. Have you got my money yet?

Yes, of course. Just

tell me what I gotta do.

Wire the full amount to the

account number you were sent

and your daughter will be

returned to you unharmed.

- How can I trust you?

Frankly, I don't see

you have much of a choice.

Welcome to the grand Del mar.

- Thank you.

- Yup.

Nice ride.

Thank you. Her name is Jenia.

Valecross knows we have his daughter.

He'll give us the money.

We've got a problem. A new problem.

Templar's here.

- Simon Templar?

- Yes.

Huh.

I have to hand it to Valecross,

bringing in outside help...

I may have underestimated him...

On the other hand, the universe has a funny

was of circling back on itself, isn't it?

We should kill Templar now.

Patience, Marius. We don't want to spook Valecross

before he transfers the money, now, do we?

Yes. But if Templar

gets in the way?

That I leave entirely

to your discretion.

This will be fun.

- Pool side?

- Whenever possible.

Lovely day. What exactly

are you wearing out there?

- Oil

- Huh.

- Using any protection?

- Always.

You know me.

Hmm.

Focus, darling.

Our mission is to get the bank

info from the Valecross safe.

It's in the Manchester suite.

- One guard at the door.

- What kinda safe am I hitting?

Keller 9000.

If he has the account data,

it will be in there.

You are a very

clever girl, Ms. Holm.

I know.

FBI.

Mr. Valecross, how do you do?

I'm special agent

John Henry Fernack.

I understand you have information

from you regarding the assets of...

- No, I don't.

- You don't?

Well, then why did you call the FBI?

Regarding your EMP...

- I must have dialed the wrong number, inspector.

- Oh.

I no longer work for the BICI.

Were you stealing from them?

Did they catch you?

Threaten you?

Look, I'm sorry, inspector.

- You made your trip for nothing.

- Not nothing.

It's never nothing,

Mr. Valecross.

Good day.

Oh, well. Our old friend,

special agent Fernack's here.

- He followed you here from Russia.

- No, different agent.

But I know these FBI boys

talk to each other.

Y'know, there's something

too easy about this.

I felt the same thing

when I traced the accounts.

It's like Valecross

wanted to be found.

Simon...

- Be careful.

- No risk. No reward.

- So, where am I headed?

- 310.

The room right next

to Valecross' suite.

Now, be nice to the bodyguard.

Morning.

Housekeeping.

If you could do

your thing, please, Ms. Holm?

Hey, there's a guard

right behind the adjoining door.

Sorry, my friend. Nothing a

decent bloody Mary won't fix.

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