The Saint may refer to:
An escaped convict visits the apartment he grew up in... and decides he wants to stay.
The Saint's most dangerous mission!
Plot
Fernack tries to get Simon arrested as he returns home from a Transatlantic European vacation in order to help old friend and World War I hero Peter Johnson travel safely to Palm Springs in order to deliver $200,000, which has been converted into three rare stamps, to his daughter. While Simon is protecting him in New York, Johnson is murdered in his own apartment, but the killer is unable to get the stamps. The Saint brings them himself to the resort but is assaulted by a gang of foreign agents who steal the stamps. Johnson's beautiful daughter Elna doesn't believe Simon's story but gives him 24 hours to get them back before reporting him to the California authorities. Along with old friend Pearly Gates, a reformed pickpocket turned hotel house detective, they sift through many red herrings to uncover the stamps and the murderer.
Keywords: b-movie, bodyguard, city-name-in-title, desk-clerk, detective-series, drugging, ex-con, false-accusation, foreign-agent, golf-course
Mr. Evans: How did you get here?::Simon Templar: You'd better ask my horse.
Clarence 'Pearly' Gates: Isn't that just my luck! I spend all my time lookin' for lost kids and old ladies' glasses, and the first time there's a real crime, there ain't no corpus delicious!
Simon Templar: [about headaches] I have an excellent cure.::Clarence 'Pearly' Gates: Yeah? What's that?::Simon Templar: Stay sober the night before the morning after.
Simon Templar: Are you sure you robbed everybody?::Clarence 'Pearly' Gates: All the new guests - all except Mr. and Mrs. John Harper.::Simon Templar: Who are they? How did you skip them?::Clarence 'Pearly' Gates: They checked out an hour before they got here. He got a telegram he was gonna be a grandfather or somethin'.::Simon Templar: Are you positive?::Clarence 'Pearly' Gates: You see, I figured that anybody who checked out might be the guilty party, so I checked up on who checked out. They was the only ones.::Simon Templar: You think of everything - when you think.
Insp. Henry Fernack: [to the two detectives the Saint has handcuffed together] Well, you'd better go down to the police garage and borrow a file. When you get those things off, you better use it to sharpen your wits.
Charlie - Desk Clerk: Oh, how do you do, Mr. Templar? We've been expecting you. So, you're the man they call "The Saint"... the modern Robin Hood!::Simon Templar: Really, I'm a remarkably bad shot with a bow and arrow, and I've never tasted venison in my life.
Chief R.L. Graves: Well, let's have it. What have you been up to?::Clarence 'Pearly' Gates: Chief, I've been so good, it's been monogamous!
Simon Templar: [to the arrested murderer] Where would you prefer to be executed? Sing Sing or San Quentin?
Plot
The Saint plays a "modern-day Robin Hood" in order to clear his friend, Henry Fernack, who was framed by mobsters. They run into a series of murders.
Keywords: amateur-detective, assault, bar, blackmail, bribery, cafe, card-cheat, coercion, confession-of-crime, conspiracy
Clarence 'Pearly' Gates: I just wish I knew your angle, Saint. Whose side are you on.::Simon Templar: I'm on my own side.::Clarence 'Pearly' Gates: Where does that put me?::Simon Templar: That depends. If you were cleverer than you look, you'll be on my side.
Clarence 'Pearly' Gates: But I never squealed on anyone in my life.::Simon Templar: If you don't start now, you'll never have another chance.
Simon Templar: Rocky is still at his night club.::Inspector Henry Fernack: Now, wait a minute, Simon. Why can't I go to a nightclub? I'll not be party to any rough stuff.::Simon Templar: [Dismissively] You toddle off to bed like a good boy. These denizens of iniquity are no place for a respectable married man. I'll just drift into Rocky's gin palace and see what's going on.
Simon Templar: What have you got there? [Reading newspaper story] New York Police Inspector cries "Foul!" Etc., etc. John Henry Fernack of the Homicide Bureau unable to explain the source of $50,000 found in his safe [Simon smiles slightly]... so and so forth.::Ruth Summers: Could have said he won it on a horse or roulette or something.::Simon Templar: Fernack is much too honest for that.::Ruth Summers: ...or too stupid.::Simon Templar: Well, let's drink to him anyway. Seems to me he'll need more than that. Maybe he needs a guardian angel.::Ruth Summers: Or a patron saint.
Ruth Summers: What are you going to do?::Simon Templar: That, darling, is the big problem of the moment.
Plot
The Saint, newly back in London, is tipped by a friend in the Secret Service to a mystery involving one Bruno Lang, seemingly a Society card-sharp, but really involved in a plot to print and pass a million pounds worth of foreign currency. Also involved are various sinister characters; innocent victim Count Duni; the Saint's attractive admirer Penny Parker; and his old nemesis Inspector Teal.
Keywords: american, aunt, b-movie, british-mystery, calling-card, character-name-in-title, chauffeur, cigarette-holder, cigarette-smoking, city-in-title
Trap that murderer!
He's at it again! Fiction's fighting man of mystery! Chasing down the most dramatic crime in London legend! Shock-charged drama--with a peppery bit of love on the side! You'll laugh--shiver--THRILL!
Penny Parker: [after they're fired out by a villain in their speeding car] It's the first time I ever heard a bullet.::Simon Templar: The one you don't hear is the bad one. [Reassuringly] It's all right. You can slow down to 60 0r 70 now.::Penny Parker: Now I know you're The Saint.::Simon Templar: I was almost a saint two minutes ago.
Simon Templar: Tell me, what part of the states are you from? Sing Sing?::Dugan - Templar's Valet: Nah, San Quentin.
Inspector Claud Teal: [asking Simon Templar about his valet] Can he cook, too?::Dugan - Templar's Valet: Look, flatfoot, I cooked for twelve-hundred men three times a day for five years.::Inspector Claud Teal: Oh, that must have been Sing Sing.::Dugan - Templar's Valet: San Quentin, and there were no complaints.::Inspector Claud Teal: [leaving a few minutes later] Have you heard of a prison called Dartmoor?::Dugan - Templar's Valet: So what?::Inspector Claud Teal: They need a cook.
Inspector Claud Teal: [Referring to the situation of the unconscious man on the road] What do you think of it, Wilkins?::Detective Wilkins - Teal's Assistant: What you said... just a fight... probably nothing to it.::Inspector Claud Teal: There's always something to it when Templar has his finger in the pie!
Simon Templar: [Driving into London in their car] You know, this is the first time I've ever seen dawn without a hangover.::Penny Parker: I can't help wishing that man I knocked out had one.
Simon Templar: [Driving away as Penny looks back at the man she's knocked unconscious] Is he still out?::Penny Parker: Cold.::Simon Templar: How are you?::Penny Parker: [as they are in a convertible at night] Cold!::Simon Templar: [Smiling] Well, move over. [She snuggles against him as they speed away]
Tim - Kussella's Chauffeur: [Sarcastically as he frisks Simon] He ain't got a halo.
Bruno Lang: You know, Templar, if a man lives long enough, he's sure to run up against someone smarter than himself. In some professions he doesn't live much longer than that.::Simon Templar: Your modesty overwhelms me, Mr. Lang.
Penny Parker: But I haven't got a gun with me.::Dugan - Templar's Valet: [Tossing her a gun] Here.::Penny Parker: Is it loaded?::Dugan - Templar's Valet: Yeah, and it ain't no water pistol, so watch out where you squirt that lead.
Simon Templar: [to Penny after she's been rescued] We're glad to have you back, aren't we, Dugan?::Dugan - Templar's Valet: Anything to break the monopoly. That's what I say.
I tried to prevent this.
How I wished that you were wrong
Bear with me a few more days.
You said you foresee things
This is for sure not a coincidence
This is not fate and it's not luck.
Maybe it is just meant to be...
Give me a moment to wonder
Give me a moment to fall apart
Give me a reason to keep you
Give me a reason for an excuse
We breathe the same air, you know
We feed on the same thoughts
We drink from the same spring
And all this is not enough...
We hide from the surface
We want to be left alone
We're searching for reasons
But answers do not exist
A crime is the thought itself
The implementation
Is only the consequence
Come face the things you did
Tell me where you've been
Tell me what you've seen
Tell me what you've heard
Hail the guitar, all tuned down
In a power circle, obey the crowd
All ride a wave, crash right in
Lovers and fighters, adrenaline
The singer spits, our hearts all rise
Energy is visible, we all crush tight
All washed away, tsunami wave
Fragile human, all the same
And now, I face the sound
When all around is burning
I'm like Hermes, drifting down
I am the saint, your path into the light
I am the knife that cuts right through your life
I have found the path immortalized
I am the saint, the path into the light
Caught in a trap, the systems are down
Communication's broken, I feel underground
Weight of the storm, in sound, we all drown
You'll never understand what drives us all onAnd now, I face the sound
And all around is burning
I'm like Hermes, drifting down, down, down, down
I am the saint, your path, the way, the light
I am the knife that cuts right through your life
I have found the path immortalized
I am the saint, your path, the way, the light
I am the saint, your path into the light
I am the knife that cuts right through your life
I have found the path immortalized
I am the saint, your path, the way, the light
I am the saint...
Wanna be a lover and I wanna be a Saint
I wanna get your mother and I wanna learn the pain
Take me to the show cos it’s where I wanna go
Hop into the backseat, lots more room
Wanna be a lover and I wanna be a Saint
I wanna get your mother and I wanna learn the pain today
Take me to the show cos it’s where I wanna go
Hop into the backseat, mom looks overdue
Because I wanna be a lover and I wanna be a Saint
I wanna get your mother and I wanna learn the pain today
Take me to the show cos it’s where I wanna go
Hail the guitar, all tuned down
In a power circle, obey the crowd
All ride a wave, crash right in
Lovers and fighters, adrenaline
The singer spits, our hearts all rise
Energy is visible, we all crush tight
All washed away, tsunami wave
Fragile human, all the same
And now, I face the sound
When all around is burning
I'm like Hermes, drifting down
I am the saint, your path into the light
I am the knife that cuts right through your life
I have found the path immortalized
I am the saint, the path into the light
Caught in a trap, the systems are down
Communication's broken, I feel underground
Weight of the storm, in sound, we all drown
You'll never understand what drives us all on
And now, I face the sound
And all around is burning
I'm like Hermes, drifting down, down, down, down
I am the saint, your path, the way, the light
I am the knife that cuts right through your life
I have found the path immortalized
I am the saint, your path, the way, the light
I am the saint, your path into the light
I am the knife that cuts right through your life
I have found the path immortalized
I am the saint, your path, the way, the light
I had an icon that glowed in the dark
With psychotropic eyes and a plastic heart
I had a guru, one vision, one dream
I saw the ides of March and they were looking back at me
Give me unto love
Give me unto truth
Give me unto love
I'm praying to the saint
I'm praying to the saint
I'm praying to the saint
The saint of the sonic groove
I have prayed to the invisible man
Hoping for a stake in the promised land
I kissed the feet of blessed Mary Magdalene
Wishing all the time that she would set me free
Give me unto love
Give me unto truth
Give me unto love
I'm praying to the saint
I'm praying to the saint
I'm praying to the saint
The saint of the sonic groove
I have flown on the cosmic pale
I found the sound that was my holy grail
I rode the beat; I rode the drone
'Cos I'am your pilgrim and I'm coming home
Give me unto love
Give me unto truth
Give me unto love
I'm praying to the saint
I'm praying to the saint
I'm praying to the saint
The saint of the sonic groove
Give me unto love
Give me unto truth
Give me unto love
I'm praying to the saint
I'm praying to the saint
I'm praying to the saint
The saint of the sonic groove