The Saint

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Simon Magus was a magician and a sorcerer...

in... um...

In Sumeria.

What happened to Simon Magus, Bartolo?

Jesus' disciples performed miracles.

When Simon Magus saw the miracles...

he offered Peter gold for God's powers.

How did Peter respond...

John Rossi?

Stand up!

Answer, John Rossi.

That's not my name.

You and all the other bastards...

lucky enough to be here...

children of sin, spawn of the damned...

are all named for saints...

saints who are disciplined, saints who are chaste.

You are named for John Baptist Rossi...

a Capuchin priest who gave away all his possessions.

A man who had nothing, like you.

Now what is your name...

you ungrateful cur?

Your name, boy!

Have you lost your tongue?

What is your name?

All the girls...

will remain locked in their dormitory...

and no food will be served to any boy...

until you acknowledge your namesake before God.

Food! Food! Food! Food! Food! Food! Food!

Yes. Yes.

They should name you Simon Magus, the magician.

No.

Simon... Templar.

Agnes!

Agnes!

Agnes!

Agnes!

When they catch you, they'll cane you.

Won't happen, 'cause we're leaving tonight...

this hearty brotherhood, on a crusade.

That's why I risked everything, Agnes, my love...

to bid you farewell.

I can't leave you behind without a kiss. Can I?

Hey, watch this.

We've lost some girls!

The girls are missing!

There are girls missing!

Come on, boys!

Wait, John Rossi. My kiss.

There he is! Get him!

Aah!

October 3.

Entering foyer of Tretiak industries.

Heavy security on elevators.

Guards in uniform.

Elevator to vault on 26th floor requires separate passkey.

Maybe use stairs.

No traffic there.

October 4.

Personal tidbits.

Tretiak's former partner died suddenly in 1995.

It left Tretiak as sole owner of a gas and oil empire.

Tretiak's first son killed in car crash five years ago.

Who are you?

Vehicle was driven by younger son Ilya...

now 27.

Wife now lives in Geneva...

following assassination attempt in 1996.

I am... Ivanovanovitch.

October 5.

Ilya spent most of today in Cafe Eldorado...

with bandito buddies.

Gangster rap, coffee, flirting with teenage girls.

Small firearms in coats. Machine pistols in cars.

There were three great empires...

that dominated the world both culturally and militarily...

Rome, Constantinople, and Russia.

All three have fallen.

Only one can be restored...

and only one man can restore it...

Ivan Petrovich Tretiak!

Friends... countrymen...

Russians!

You people here in this room...

are the cream of Russia...

and the whole nation is listening with us.

But why do you all listen to me rave?

Set aside my oil company...

forget about my best-selling book...

and all I am is a lunatic...

haunted by the fantasy of an empire...

that reclaims her former might, her former size.

All I am is a poet spinning rhymes of a Russia...

not cut off at the knees, but armed to the teeth.

Not ridiculed, but revered.

No! More than revered!

Feared!

But who am I to dazzle you with this dream?

All I've done is...

How does it look for the leader's son...

to walk out when the leader speaks?

You'd prefer the leader's son...

to piss his pants on live TV? Hmm?

And still the people freeze to death!

I love this country.

I don't speak Russian.

In that case, stand up...

put your hands behind your head...

and turn around slowly.

Wrong place for a condom. Take it off.

Listen, if I give this to you...

you'll give it to your daddy.

What's he gonna give you? Not even a Christmas bonus.

The guy I'm stealing this for will give me $1 million.

If we go in partners, we'll split 50-50.

Half a million hard currency.

Think of the drugs you could buy with that much cake.

You'll be discoing for a decade in Moscow, mate.

I don't need your small change.

That's your first problem.

Here is your second.

Microchip... please.

Freeze!

Sorry. Guns make me nervous.

Suck me... sideways.

Aah! Uhh!

Uh! My eyes! Ohh!

Give it up!

You got no place to go!

A goddamn button!

Back of the building! Come on!

Where's the body?

No body. Just some guy in rags.

As the bitter chill of winter...

descends on Moscow...

Russians are warming to the angry rhetoric...

of former communist boss Ivan Tretiak.

Now a billionaire oil magnate...

and leader of his own political party...

Tretiak predicted that the civil unrest engulfing Russia...

will only worsen, unless Reformist President Karpov...

can overcome the heating-oil shortage...

that has already killed scores of Russians.

What beautiful work.

Ah. Cloisonne.

It is old.

Yes. It belonged to my grandmother.

Please.

Tonight I feel like the oldest person on this plane.

My husband, he's sending me to England to live...

until things change.

You are married not even a year...

and already this bastard has a girlfriend?!

I am sorry.

It's not my business.

How come you know so much about me?

It is a gift.

I'm Martin de Porres. I am from Spain...

but I'm named for a Peruvian saint...

who could cure the sick or the injured...

by the laying of hands.

Hmm. He's the same build...

as the description the Russians gave us...

but he doesn't sound like an Aussie.

No.

Could be faking it.

X-rays are clear.

He hasn't swallowed the microchip. Anything?

You English with your chips, your fish and chips.

On the airplane, I had chicken.

Van Gogh theft, Netherlands.

Last year. Same eyes.

Different chin.

Halcyon Hotel, guv.

Stand up!

What is your name?!

Answer the question!

What is your name?! Hey!

Hey Lou, the microchip arrived.

I put the dough in your Swiss account.

Sorry I didn't get back to you about that diamond.

Moscow's like Dodge City right now.

All them greedy Commies have turned into crazy capitalists.

It's disgusting. It's made 'em sloppy.

One or two more easy scores like this last one...

- I top 50 mil, I'm outta the game. - I heard that before.

Not from me. I don't know nuttin'.

You don't believe me? Try and find me.

- Fuck you, Lou. - See yourself.

Can't seem to break 50.

"One million U.S. dollars..."

"nonrefundable..."

"reserves you a quiet table..."

"at a romantic little spot in Berlin called Tempelhof..."

"which has a cozy transit lounge."

"To get inside, you walk through the metal detectors..."

"and I walk through the metal detectors."

"Since you know I'm not armed, and I know you're not armed..."