ANNCR:

The Saint -- The Robin Hood of Modern Crime!

SOUND:

(ON ECHO) FOOTSTEPS

MUSIC:

(ON ECHO) WHISTLES THEME

MUSIC:

(PICKS UP THEME.... BUILDS,... THEN FADES ON CUE BEHIND)

ANNCR:

The daring adventures in the career of Leslie Charteris' favorite of detective fiction, radio and motion pictures. The Robin Hood of modern crime, Simon Templer.... known to millions of you as....THE SAINT!

MUSIC:

(UP INTO MAIN TITLE... .THEN FADE BEHIND)

ANNCR:

Tonight we find Simon with beautiful Patricia Holm, the girl in his life and the unreasonably unbeautiful Hoppy Uniatz... who thinks with his ham sized fists and his beloved automatic Betsy. They are having a belated breakfast in the dining room of the Hotel Parkside, in New York City. Pat is feeling very gay as she reaches across the table and attempts to snatch the newspaper which is forming a curtain between her and Simon Templer.

SOUND:

RESTAURANT NOISES

SOUND:

NEWSPAPER RATTLE

PAT:

It's very impolite to read a newspaper when you are in such charming company, Simon.

SAINT:

You are referring to Hoppy, of course.

HOPPY:

Hey, boss, lemme see the funnies, will ya?

PAT:

You can have the whole paper, Hoppy.

HOPPY:

I'll bet that Breathless Dame outsmarts Dick Tracy,

PAT:

What were you reading, Simon?

SAINT:

A very interesting story....Some opportunist, whose name is as yet unknown to the police, sawed a hole through the floor of an office above the De La Fever Freres et Cie...on Madison Avenue, and waltzed gaily out the rear door with over a hundred thousand dollars in sparkling Jewels. A very neat job. Sorry I didn't think of it myself

HOPPY:

Gimme the funnies, will ya, Boss?

FERNACK:

(FADE IN) Hello, Saint!

SAINT:

Why Inspector John Henry Fernack. This is a pleasant surprise....

SOUND:

CHAIR BACK

SAINT:

You remember Detective Inspector Fernack, Pat... Defender of the truth, terror of the evil doer... The only detective with the nose of a bloodhound, and jowls to match?

PAT:

Of course....Hello, Inspector,

HOPPY:

You'll pardon me if I don't stand, inspector.. .My feet hurt...

FERNACK:

Where were you last night, Saint?

SAINT:

How nice of you to ask. I was going to stay home and bake a cake for a friend of mine who is spending some time in Sing Sing.... I had the flour, and the hacksaw blades, and the shortening all ready when....

FERNACK:

I see you were reading the story about Johnny Answorth picking himself up a hundred thousand dollars worth of jewelry on Madison Avenue last night....

SAINT:

That's right, John Henry...Fascinating work, I imagine...

FERNACK:

Johnny's been peddling his stuff to the High Fence... and he was poisoned in his ceil this morning...Just as he was going to tell me who the High Fence was...

SAINT:

Goodness, Inspector....Are you still trying to climb the High Fence?

FERNACK:

Yes....and.....The Commissioner figures that you're it!

MUSIC:

(TRANSITION)

COMMISS:

Fernack. These jewel robberies have to stop! Mrs. Pryke here, who represents the Insurance companies has every right to expect action from the police and...

PRYKE:

Madelyn. This morning... Mr. Peabody, of the Peabody Jewelers, was called to a hotel...where...A wealthy Argentine and his bride wanted to pick out a diamond bracelet...

COMMISS:

And what happened? This wealthy Argentine, whose name on the register was Senor Lopez...and his bride pick out the most expensive of six diamond bracelets which Peabody himself took to the hotel...The Senor gave him a check...they have a drink to celebrate... and...Peabody wakes up two hours later with a rubber check, and no bracelets...

FERNACK:

We'll have the man who pulled this caper in the jug in an hour, commissioner,,.

COMMISS:

It was the Saint...I tell you!

PRYKE:

It is a typical Saint crime...

FERNACK:

It you'd just let me say something....I have Peabody, the Jeweler and the clerk at the Parkside Hotel who recommended him to Senor Lopez both going through the Rogues gallery right now...If this Lopez has a record they'll pick out his picture and I'll pinch him.

COMMISS:

Have they seen the Saint's picture?

FERNACK:

They have. It was not the Saint! Lord knows I wish it was... There's nobody I'd rather put the arm on than Simon Templar.

MUSIC:

(TRANSITION)

SOUND:

TWO SETS FOOTSTEPS UP STAIRS...

FERNACK:

This is where Sunny Jim Fasson is hiding out, Madelyn. Please let me do the talking...I know how to tackle crooks and I know how to get what I want out of them...

PRYKE:

Like you've always known how to get what you want out of the Saint, Fernack?

SOUND:

FOOTSTEPS ON THE LEVEL UNDER

FERNACK:

Don't worry about the Saint. I'll have him where I want him some day.

SOUND:

KNOCK ON DOOR.. .FOOTSTEPS APPROACH DOOR OFF... DOOR OPENS CAUTIOUSLY.

FERNACK:

Hello, Sunny Jim, don't make any trouble and nobody's going to hurt you...and stop trying to close that door because my foot's in it and I'm sensitive.

SUNNY:

Oh.....come in, Fernack.

SOUND:

FOOTSTEPS IN.....DOOR CLOSE

SUNNY:

What's it about this time, Flatfoot?

FERNACK:

This is Madelyn Pryke. She's a private detective for the insurance companies that covered those diamond bracelets you picked up at the Hotel Parkside yesterday. Peabody, the jeweler, the hotel clerk and three bell boys have identified your picture, Senor Lopez.

SUNNY:

Oh...

PRYKE:

You still have the bracelets?

SUNNY:

What bracelets?

FERNACK:

Don't be obtuse...Have you sent them off to the High Fence yet?

SUNNY:

Look, you got me over a barrel...why should I talk?

PRYKE:

I represent the insurance company, Mr. Fasson. If you will tell us where you contact the High Fence.. we will not prosecute.

SUNNY:

Ya mean that?..

FERNACK:

You can believe what Pryke says. Sunny Jim. Do you want to do ten to twenty or do you want so sing a song

Come on... talk.

SUNNY:

Yesh, yeah, sure. I sent the bracelets off in the mail, addressed to the High Fence at --

SOUND:

SHOT OFF.... DOOR SLAM OFF.

FERNACK:

Hey!....

PRYKE:

Come on...

SOUND:

DOOR OPENS.... RUNNING FOOTSTEPS DOWN STAIRS, UNDER

FERNACK:

Did you see the killer?

PRYKE:

Only his back.

FERNACK:

It must have been the High Fence himself. This is the second man he's killed just as they were going to talk.

SOUND:

DOOR OPENS.... RUNNING FOOTSTEPS DOWN STEPS ON SIDE WALK UNDER

PAPER BOY:

(OFF) Paper %u2014 Get your Evening Telegraph here....

FERNACK:

Hey....you.

PAPER BOY:

Me?

FERNACK:

Which way did that man go that just come out of here?

PAPER BOY:

(OFF) You must be nuts. Fatty, nobody came out of that door for the last five minutes. (FADING IN) -- What's the matter? Did he pinch something?

FERNACK:

Come on, Madelyn. We'd better get upstairs and see what's happened.

SOUND:

RUNNING FOOTSTEPS UP THE STAIRS... .UNDER

PRYKE:

He couldn't have gotten out of the building. He must be inside here someplace.

FERNACK:

He'll never get away with this....shooting a man right under my nose.

SOUND:

FOOTSTEPS SLOW TO CLUMPING WALK\

PRYKE:

This is most embarrassing.

FERNACK:

Embarrassing...Ha!

SOUND:

DOOR OPENS

FERNACK:

(CUE)Oh....it's you.

SOUND:

FOOTSTEPS... .DOOR OPENS

PRYKE The body...Passon's body....It's gone.

SAINT:

Are you accusing me of being a body snatcher, from the picture of the same name, John Henry?

FERNACK:

(MURDER IN EVERY WORD) At last. Stand up. Saint. (PAUSE) I want you!....

MUSIC:

(CURTAIN)

FIRST COMMERCIAL

ANNCR:

We'll return to the Saint in just a moment,,, but right here is a suggestion that will make tomorrow's supper taste extra-special... Start off with Campbell's newest soup...Cream of Spinach.

WOMAN:

Cream of Spinach Soup Mrs. Moore-Campagna? That sounds good!

ANNCR:

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WOMAN:

Mmm-GoodI And to find something new that will help give variety to meals these days sounds wonderful!

ANNCR:

Yes...and it tastes even better than that...as your family will soon tell you. So... better ask your grocer tomorrow for Campbell's newest soup...Cream of Spinach ... and take home a couple of cans. If he doesn't have it...he can get it for you. And you'll find tempting summer meals can be ready in a jiffy.,.-.with Campbell's Cream of Spinach Soup to help you. Why ... Campbell's Soup, on your shelf is. like a part-time cook in_our kitchen. And now back to the Saint.

MUSIC:

(MAIN TITLE AND FADE BEHIND)

ANNCR:

Inspector Fernack, of the New York police, and a Mrs. Madelyn Pryke, a detective who represents the insurance companies who have lost several hundred dollars in jewel thefts during the past few months through the efforts of a man know only as "The High Fence", have just seen a cornered jewel thief by the name of Sunny Jim Fasson, alias Lopez shot right before their eyes just as he was about to divulge the address of the High Fence, The murderer ran down the stairs and disappeared. The two policemen returned to the apartment where the murder took place to find the body of Fasson had vanished...and the chair where it had been resting occupied by....the Saint. John Henry Fernack says...

FERNACK:

At last! Stand up, Saint. (PAUSE) I want you!

SAINT:

Hello, John Henry. What are you doing here?

FERNACK:

I want to know what you're doing here?

SAINT:

Who's your friend in the loud hat...and that scarf, Really, John Henry, you should caution her about her taste in haberdashery.

FERNACK:

That's Madelyn Pryke. She's an insurance company detective. She is just as interested in you as I am.

SAINT:

How flattering, .

FERNACK:

So you're the High Fence?

SAINT:

I am? I wonder why Mother never tells me about these things.

PRYKE:

What are you doing here, Mr. Templar?

SAINT:

What a lovely voice.

FERNACK:

What are you doing here, Templar?

SAINT:

I dropped in to pay a call on Sunny Jim...but he doesn't seem to be here.

FERNACK:

Sunny Jim's been murdered.

SAINT:

That sounds awfully exciting. But John Henry. I blew in to see if he knew anything about some diamond bracelets that a fellow named Peabody lost this afternoon. You know I don't approve of anybody else outsmarting insurance companies, but I can't say that I thought of shooting him.

FERNACK:

(FAST) How did you know he was shot?

SAINT:

My dear old fat head....I didn't...I merely said I- didn't think of shooting him...Was he shot?

FERNACK:

(AFTER PAUSE) Yes..,.

SAINT:

When?

PRYKE:

As a matter of fact Sunny Jim Fasson was shot in this room less than five minutes ago...Somebody opened the door and shot him while we were talking to him.

FERNACK:

Just in time to keep him from telling me where I could put the finger on the High Fence

PRYKE:

You are the High Fence....Simon Templar.

SIMON:

That's silly, fancy pants...

FERNACK:

I'm going to find the man that shot Sunny Jim...

SAINT:

I'm sure you are, John Henry, You always do find out these things with that marvelous brain of yours...

PRYKE:

This man should be arrested, Fernack! He's the High Fence!

SAINT John Henry...You're not idiot enough...even you...to pinch me for murdering a man that nobody can prove was murdered and stealing a corpse that nobody can prove was a corpse.

FERNACK:

Some day, Mr. Saint...I'm going to.,.,

SAINT:

Of course... John Henry. But this isn't the day for it. I feel the urge to move on to better company... Either break out the handcuffs John Henry, or move out of that doorway that you fill so well, sideways... I must be getting on...

FERNACK:

(PAUSE) You can go now,.,I'll know where to find you when I want you, Saint.

MUSIC:

(TRANSITION)

SOUND:

DOOR CLOSE.. .FOOTSTEPS IN

PAT Where have you been, Simon, if I'm not being too curious? SAINTt oh...l've been having a chat with John Henry Fernack, Pat, darling...

PAT:

How was John, Henry?

SAINT:

I'm afraid he thinks I know who the High Fence is and he thinks that I'm wanting to find out where this bird keeps his boodle and cash so that I can relieve him of it before he gets pinched.

SUNNY:

(GROANS OFF SUSTAIN)

PAT:

Well...for once, John Henry is right.

SAINT:

You lovely thing, Pat. I can't understand where you get those ideas. (PROJECTING) Hoppy, how's the patient coming along?

SOUND:

FOOTSTEPS

SUNNY:

(GROANS FADE IN)

HOPPY:

(FADE IN) He's openin' his eyes, boss.

SAINT:

Welcome, stranger.

SUNNY:

(GROAN)

SAINT:

I want to talk to you, Fasson.

SUNNY:

What do you want? Who are you?

SAINT:

Templar is the name, Sunny Jim. Simon Templar.

SUNNY:

You're the Saint.

SAINT:

That's right.

SUNNY:

You're the High Fence.

SAINT:

No, you're only allowed one guess, you .know.

SUNNY:

You tried to shoot me just now.

SAINT:

Wrong again, brother. When I shoot people, they don't have a chance to be rude to me afterwards. You were going to tell Inspector Fernack something, what was, it?

SUNNY:

I don't know nothin'.

HOPPY:

Do I give him the heat, boss?

SAINT:

Not yet, Hoppy. By the way, Sunny Jim, this is Hoppy Uniatz. When he speaks of giving you the heat, he means twisting your arm off or burning your feet or some jolly little romp like that. Give his arm just a little twist, Hoppy.

HOPPY:

Sure, boss.

SUNNY:

Wait a minute! You're breaking my arm. You'll kill me!

SAINT:

Yes...that's perfectly possible. I never know what Hoppy's going to think of next, A little more pressure, Hoppy.

SUNNY:

No! I'll talk.

SAINT:

Tell me something about the High Fence and I'll ask Hoppy to be reasonable.

SUNNY:

(SUFFERING) I sent him some stuff once and waited outside the post office, to see who picked it up. I pegged him and tailed him to the Kozy Korner Restaurant in White Plains.

SAINT:

Uh hum. Let the nice man rest a minute now, Hoppy. Go on %u2013 Sunny Jim.

SUNNY:

This fellow that picked up the package at the post office, took it to the Kozy Korner and shoved it into the pocket of an overcoat that was hanging there on the rail, (PAUSE) I gotta get out of here.

SAINT:

Okay. Hoppy, show the gentlemen to the door, will you?

HOPFY:

Hey, you gonna let him go, boss?

SAINT:

Take him downstairs and put him in a cab,'.

HOPPY:

Sometimes I don't think you know what you're doing, boss,.. but you always do. Come on, horse face. The boss says it's okay.

SOUND:

FOOTSTEPS FADING

SAINT:

I think it would be a good idea if you stayed slightly invisible. Sunny Jim. Inspector Fernack is mad at you.

SOUND:

DOOR OPENS OFF

SUNNY:

Yeah, I know.

HOPPY:

(OFF) I'll be right back, boss. .

SOUND:

DOOR CLOSES

PAT:

(OFF) That was a fascinating little tableau.

SAINT:

I can't tell you how glad I am that you liked it, darling. I think Mr, Fasson sang very prettily.

PAT:

I gather from that smirk on your face that that information about the Kozy Korner cafe in White Plains was exactly what you wanted.

SAINT:

That's right, angel: That's exactly what I wanted and if you'll just give me one of your bettor kisses....I'll tell you what I'm going to do next.

EFX:

WAY OFF....CLATTER OF MACHINE GUN

SOUND:

FOOTSTEPS

EFX:

WINDOW THROWN OPEN

SAINT:

(PROJECTING) Hoppy. You okay?

HOPPY:

(OFF) Yeah but..:.

SAINT:

Get up here..

EFX:

WINDOW CLOSE.

SOUND... .FOOTSTEPS.

PAT:

What happened, Simon?

SAINT:

Somebody was parked out in front waiting for Sunny Jim to come out.. They got him. Pat. He is very dead out there in the street.

PAT:

Who do you suppose killed him?

SAINT:

It must have been our lethal playmate, the High Fence, I thought this address was our own little secret ..but somebody's on to it, angel. We'll be moving on. To White Plains - and the Kozy Korner Cafe...doesn't that sound revolting?

MUSIC:

(TRANSITION)

EFX + SOUND:

RESTAURANT NOISES

SAINT:

This Kozy Korner Cornstarch pudding...delicious, isn't it?

PAT:

It tastes like those chocolate covered rubber bones I used to buy for my dog,..boiled down to the consistancy of glue, of course..

SAINT:

You've tried some of the strangest experiments, darling...You see that little man over there...with the brakeman haircut?

PAT:

Yes, why?

SAINT:

Well... unless I'm mistaken that man is the High Fence...

PAT:

(TENSE) What makes you think so, Simon?

SAINT:

Well...he wore that camels hair overcoat in here...see it hanging in front...near the cashiers desk?

PAT:

Yes..

SIMON:

And I just saw a young man, with crook written all over his face in neon lights above a small package into the pocket of that coat. That's what we've been waiting for. Pat...this is the main event...

PAT:

He's getting ready to leave, Simon.

SAINT:

I feel a strange attraction toward that little man.

Patricia. Come on...

MUSIC:

(CHORD)

EFX:

STREET AND TRAFFIC

PAT:

He's going into that office building, Simon.

SAINT:

Get on the same elevator with him. Find out where he goes and what he does...I'11 wait here,

PAT:

Alright.

MUSIC:

(CHORD)

EFX:

STREET AND TRAFFIC)

SAINT:

Well...what did you discover, swoon girl...

PAT:

(FADE IN) His name is C.W. Enderby. I listened outside his office door.

SAINT:

How impolite of you, you wonderful woman, what did'you hear?

PAT:

He told his secretary, Miss Sloat, that he had a large order for diamonds....to go to England by Clipper tomorrow...

SAINT:

Excellent!

PAT:

He told Miss Sloat to call the Insurance Company and have them send a man over to make the usual arrangements...... -

SIMON:

Beautiful....and then what?

PAT:

He came out of the office and rode down on the same elevator with me.,.I was scared to death, Simon...

SAINT:

Darling...would you be shocked if I kissed your right here on the street?

MUSIC:

(CHORD)

SOUND:

DOOR OPENS...

SAINT:

Hello, Is Mr. Enderby here?

SLOAT:

No....he isn't.

SAINT:

I'm from the insurance company.

SOUND:

FOOTSTEPS IN.. .DOOR CLOSES

SLOAT:

About the jewels?

SAINT:

Yes.

SLOAT:

You've been quick.

SAINT:

I was out here in White Plains on a job. I had to ring the office from there just around the corner and they told me to come along here. (PAUSE) Are these the stones? SLOAT: Uh-.huh.

SAINT:

Well.... if you'll finish packing them Miss, I'll just take them along now.

SLOAT:

Take them along?

SAINT:

Yes, beautiful. It's a new rule. Everything of this kind that we cover has to be sealed, and examined in our office and sent off from there..

SLOAT:

That's funny. Mr. Enderby's been dealing with your firm for a long time...

SAINT:

I'm sorry. 1'11 give you a receipt for them and they're covered from the moment they leave your hands.

SLOAT:

The value is $27,650.

SAINT:

Right. I'll make you a receipt for it. Can I use this typewriter?

SLOAT:

Certainly.

MUSIC:

(CHORD)

SAINT:

$27,650..worth of package.

PAT:

What are you going to do with it...now that you have it?

SAINT:

I'm going to address it to one Fred Hunter, General Delivery, Hempstead, Long Island...and drop it in a mail box. Come on... let's got back to dear old Parkside Hotel Grill. I don't like to be in the same town with the Kozy Korner Tea Shop.

MUSIC:

(TRANSITION)

EFX + SOUND. BAR NOISES.....

BARTENDER:

Hello, Mr. Templar. Your usual, sir?

SAINT:

Two of my usuals please. My daughter here is thirsty.

PAT:

Your daughter indeed. Wouldn't you hate to think anybody would believe that?

PRYKE:

(OFF) Hello, Mr. Templar. I've been waiting for you.

SAINT:

Well....well....a sour note in the symphony. That hat is is even more horrible than the last one I saw you in, Mrs. Pryke.

PRYKE:

You know a man called Enderby?

SAINT:

Never heard of him, I like the name though.

PRYKE:

At about ten minutes to three this afternoon....a man entered his office, falsely representing himself to be an agent of the Northwest Insurance Company, and took about $27,000 worth of precious stones.

SAINT:

I can just imagine how poor Mr. Enderby must have felt?

PRYKE:

You answer the description of that fake insurance agent, Templar. Miss Sloat, Mr. Enderby's secretary, described you perfectly. Are you coming along quietly?

SAINT:

Certainly not.

PRYKEs Come on down to the station or I'm going to use this gun, Templar,

SAINT:

Okay, if that's the way you feel about it

SOUND:

GETS UP. FOOTSTEPS

PAT:

(OFF) Simon....

SOUND:

FOOTSTEPS OUT

SAINT:

I'll be seeing you, darling. . Don't worry, I'll be back for dinner. This toy policewoman is going to wish she'd died when she was little before she's through with this pinch.

SOUND:

FOOTSTEPS...DOOR OPENS

EFX:

CROSS FADE TRAFFIC- NOISES AND BAR NOISE...

PRYKE:

All right, taxi?

CABBY:

Yes sir.

EFX:

CAB DOOR OPENS....

PRYKE:

All right. Templar....get in.

SAINT:

You're such a bossy little woman.

SOUND:

TEMPLER IN... PRYKE IN...

EFX:

CAR DOOR CLOSES, TAXI TAKES OFF,.

PRYKE:

Drive once around the park and then to Police Headquartera Center Street, driver.

CABBIE:

(OFF) Yes sir.

SAINT:

Nice of you to take me for this ride, ma'am. I didn't think you liked me.

PRYKE:

I want to talk with you.

SAINT:

How touching! (CUE) Would you mind telling me, Dangerous Desdemona, what is that perfume you are wearing? I want to know so I can avoid it.

PRYKE:

What did you do with those stones you got out of Enderby's office this afternoon, Saint?

SAINT:

(LABORED) I say, lady, would you mind if I opened a window...It's dreadfully stuffy in here...That perfume you're wearing, Desdemona...It is overcoming.

PRYKE:

I know your tricks. Saint.... Leave the windows closed.

SAINT:

Oh...(SLEEPILY) There's something funny going on, Pryke........I'm getting sleepy....I can't keep my eyes open...

PRYKE:

(WEAKLY) Yeah.. .(SLOWLY) I'm getting sleepy too.. It must be.....

SAINT:

That perfume...Familiar. (WITH EFFORT) Madelyn!. Madelyn... (DULLY) She's passed out....(LUNGE)

SOUND:

BEAT ON GLASS...

SAINT:

(WEAKLY) Driver. ..(LONG PAUSE) Driver'.

SOUND:

BEATING ON GLASS DIMINISHES. .(PAUSE) BODY FALL

MUSIC:

(TRANSITION) ?

EFX:

MOTOR BOAT ON RIVER .

SAINT:

(GROAN...)

QUINCY:

So, you're waking up for a last look around, are you, Saint?

SAINT:

Yeah...I usually take a voyage at this time of year. I find it bracing for jaded nerves. Would you mind telling me what I'm doing all tied up like a birthday cake?

QUINCY:

You're going in for some deep sea fishin', Saint...And you're going to break the record for staying under water. Got it?

SAINT:

Yeah....You...Are the strong arm boy for the High Fence... Did you kill Sunny Jim Fasson?

QUINCY:

Sure..I don't mind telling you...You ain't going to talk to anybody.

SAINT:

Well, of course you don't know it. Golden Boy, but when you feed me to the fishes you also feed them twenty seven thousand five hundred dollars worth of diamonds...

QUINCY:

(CHUCKLE) Oh no we don't. Those diamonds are at the Hempstead Long Island office addressed to Fred Hunter, General Delivery. You told us all about that. The High Fence is already gone there to be Mr. Hunter.

SAINT:

Oh,:..(LONG PAUSE) What time is it?

QUINCY:

Almost four A.M.

SAINT:

You'll pardon me, old fellow, for being inquisitive but what's been going on? I was gassed in that taxi cab.

QUINCY:

Sure. The High Fence had that cab there waiting for you, I was drivin' it...and I fed that chloroform into the back seat. The High Fence thinks of everything you know it?

SAINT:

I'm beginning to believe it. Then the High Fence gave me a drug to make me talk...that rights?

QUINCY:

Sure.-

SAINT:

Very scientific of him. ...I'm surprised.

SOUND:

TWO FOOTSTEPS

QUINCY:. Well, it's about time for you to be goin', Saint.

SAINT:

- I hope you choke on your last breakfast on the day they hang you for this.

QUINCY:

Sure. Come on. (GRUNT)

SOUND:

HEAVY FOOTSTEPS.. .ACROSS DECK TO CUE....

QUINCY:

This is the end of the line, old timer.

SOUND:. SPLASH.....

QUINCY:

(GAYLY) So long. Saint.

MUSIC:

(TRANSITION.)

PAT:

How do you feel now, Simon? ...

SAINT:

That hot toddy did it. Pat....and these dry clothes.

HOPPY:

I'll kill the guy that did this thing? Just show him to me and I'll kill him.

SAINT:

Now don't be too hard on my friend. After all if he'd been a little more of a sailor....those knots would have held. And if I had frittered away my time learning how to make an honest living instead of studying escape tricks ? under the greatest escape artist since Houdini, I would have been fish food.

PAT:

Oh...don't talk about it, Simon.

HOPPY:

There's a payoff to this gimick ain't there? Boss?

SAINT:

Elegantly put, Hoppy. We don't know who the High Fence is but we know where he's going and we know the pass word ho's going to give.

HOPPY:

I don't get it.

SAINT:

Well...as long as he thinks that I'm entertaining the denizens of the deep, he's going to feel perfectly safe in going to the Hempstead Post Office and requesting a little package at the General Delivery window tomorrow morning And 1'm going to be there to watch him.

PAT:

Are we going with you?

SAINT:

I'd like you to but I think you'd better stay in the city. Anyone who wants to amuse himself by pumping me full of gas and dope, and heave-hoing me into the river...has got to pay for his fun, and that's where you two come in. I want you to stay right here and wait for a phone call.., and when the call comes in,...

MUSIC:

(TRANSITION WIPE OUT ON "WHEN")

EFX + SOUND:

SMALL CROWD NOISES...AD LIBS ASKING FOR STRIPS ET CETRA.,,OFF)

SOUND:

FOOTSTEPS OUT ON CUE...

MAN:

(OFF A LITTLE) Yes? '

PRYKE:

Have you anything for Hunter. Fred Hunter... He's expecting a small package, and sent me to pick it up.

MAN:

A package huh? Just a minute.. (CUE) Oh. yes, here it is, Mrs. Hunter.

PRYKE:

Thank you..

SOUND:

TWO QUICK FOOTSTEPS.

SAINT:

(IRONIC) Would you like to see a good looking ghost, Madelyn?

PRYKE:

(REACTION)

SAINT:

(COME IN) John Henry, here's your High Fence, I told you : he'd be here after his mail this morning. Or rather, she'd be here.

PRYKE:

How did you....

SAINT:

(INTERRUPTING) How did I know? Your man on the boat told me, you pretty thing just before he spring-boarded me into a closed jackknife dive into the very wet East River.

FERNACK:

(FADE IN) Pryke...I have you covered. What are you doing here?

PRYKE:

I don't know what you're talking about.

FERNACK:

Watch it. Templar. She's got a gun!

SOUND:

SHOT... SOCK.. .BODY FALL...

FERNACK:

(CUE) Templar... you're an idiot.. walking into a gun that way.

SOUND:

CROWD NOISES UP...HUB HUB....

SAINT:

There's really nothing to it...a bit of judo I picked up from a lady Marine I was out with one night.

FERNACK:

To think that Madelyn Pryke was the High Fence; I can't believe it.

SAINT:

John Henry.. use that magnificent mind of yours. You told me that she was at Center Street...talking with Johnny Answorth just before Johnny died of cyanide in his horseradish,

FERNACK:

(OFF A LITTLE) Yeah ..and, now that I think: of it, she was standing back of me when I was talking to Fasson.... between me and the door. She must have shot over my shoulder and slammed the door before I could turn around. Well..she's going to burn for this, Simon. By the way... (CHUCKLE) I'll just take that little packet of stones, Saint. They're evidence now, you know.,

SAINT:

Of course, old man. I was just a...holding them for you.

FERNACK:

This is once, my boy, when you went to a lot of trouble and didn't make a cent. The first time I ever heard of that. Too bad.

SAINT:

Virtue is its own reward. Now you run along, John Henry. ....and take that bad girl to the Bastille and see that she doesn't get away. I'll see you later.

SOUND:

(FOOTSTEPS..FADE OFF)

SOUND:

(FOOTSTEPS ON)

SAINT:

WHISTLES

SOUND:

(ON CUE) PHONE BOOTH...DOOR OPENS...CLOSES....DIALING TWO RINGS

PAT:

(FILTER) Hello.

SAINT:

Hello, darling.

PAT:

(FlLTER) Did you get the high fence?

SAINT:

Sure. It was that insurance detective, Madelyn Pryke...and listen-- I want you and Hoppy to beat the cops to Pryke's apartment and have Hoppy shake it down. I understand there's a couple of hundred thousand dollars in cash and diamonds there and darling...I always charge a fee for my underwater escape trick. The magician's union demands it.

MUSIC:

(UP TO CURTAIN)

ANNCR:

Before we look in again on the Saint ...let me remind you to ask your grocer for Campbell's new soap...Cream of Spinach. If he doesn't have it...he can get it for you. And wait till you see how the family go for it!

WOMAN:

Well, we like spinach.... ..and we like cream soups, Mrs. Moore-Campagna.

ANNCR:

...and you'll surely like Campbell's Cream of Spinach soup, Mrs. McVey. It's so creamy-smooth, so delicately seasoned...and so filled all through with garden-fresh taste. Campbell's you see, make it from only the finest garden spinach...picked when it's crisp and deep green ...then washed and washed till the water runs crystal clear. Then they carefully blend this tender young spinach into the smoothest, creamiest puree (PUR-AY) imaginable..gently cooked to retain all the garden goodness.

WOMAN:

MMMMM-Good!

ANNCR:

Mmmmm-Good is right. And think what a help Campbell's Cream of Spinach will be with your summer meals. It's the perfect once hot dish to have with salads and other cool supper dishes....and bowls of Cream of Spinach Soup and sandwiches make the very best sort of lunch. Yes, ladies.. you can build many tempting and easy summer lunches and suppers round Campbell's newest soup,...Cream of Spinach, The family will be delighted. And remember Campbell's soup on your shelf is like a part-time cook in vour kitchen.

MUSIC:

(SAINT THEME)

SAINT:

Hmmm. He's just a boy! How hard did you bop him, Hoppy?

HOPFY:

I just give him a little pat on the bean, boss.

SAINT:

Yes, but everybody hasn't got as thick a skull as yours.

HOPFY:

Gee... do yuh think he's dead, boss?

SAINT:

Don't know. I'd better feel his heart and find out.... (PAUSE) Hoppy!

HOPFY:

What's da matter boss?

SAINT:

This time we certainly did win something.. Look!

HOPPY:

Hey..Boss. ...a beautiful dame! Aw gee....you always get all the luck.

SAINT:

Yes Hoppy. And I have a feeling we'll need it in the case of.......

MUSIC:

(PUNCTUATE AMD DOWN BEHIND)

ANNCR:

The Unlicensed Victualers!

MUSIC:

(THEME AND FADE BEHIND)