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DRILL SERGEANT SHOUTING COMMANDS

SOLDIERS MARCHING
KNOCK AT DOOR

- Look lively, Mr Wright.
- Coming up, Sir.

RUSE: Thank you.

Well, gentlemen, can we start?

Yes, Sir. All fixed.

Don't you think
we could run to a spoon?

See what I can do.

I'm sure
that Matthew would like to oblige.

Right, gentlemen. Mr Wright,

are the minutes up to date?
- Yes, Sir.

- Then let's hear it from you, then.
- Certainly.

Don't stand up. You make me nervous.

WRIGHT CLEARS THROAT
Fine, Sir.

"Minutes of Golden Fleece Fund,
held in Hut 42,

"Blore Camp, Southern Command,
September 14, 1963.

"Er, meeting convened at 1500 hours.

"Members present, Major Ruse MC,

"Captain Jason, and WO1 Wright."

Er, "Minutes of previous meeting
were read, approved and signed.

"Matters arising
from previous meeting,

"it was decided that
Lieutenant Savage, Retired List,

"and ex-Corporal Charlesworth
be added to the Supplementary List,

"subsection B, 'Needy.' "

Er, they both lost...
- No, I know. I know.

Er, "Meeting was hastily abandoned
at 1530 hours

"by arrival of GOC's car."

- That all?
- Yes, Sir.

Well, we've got
a lot of ground to cover, then.

Oh, Sir, I've heard
of another deserving case, er...

Point of order. Hold your horses.
We haven't heard

from the treasurer yet.
- I beg your pardon.

Mr Treasurer,
how's the state of Denmark?

Healthy, Sir, very healthy.

Time of going to press,

the kitty stands
at fifty-six thousand pounds,

nineteen shillings and seven pence.

INDISTINCT CHATTER

I am most honoured to have you
visit us, brother.

- LO: No names, my dear.
- Of course.

Did you have a good trip?

America was as irresistible as ever.

The whole country was existing
on selling hot dogs to one another.

SHE CHUCKLES

The central heating
affects my sinuses.

I trust you'll find everything here
to your satisfaction.

Show me, show me. Let's not stand
here talking about it.

Certainly.

I'm just a normal guest. Remember.

DOOR SHUTS

Two hours on that plane,
I could hardly move my neck.

As you can see,
there's a magnificent view.

A trifle misty tonight.

I've been coming to London
for 27 years.

It's always misty.

Do you think I've flown 10,000 miles
just to look out the window?

I'm here to do business.

- I'm most curious.
- Never knew you when you weren't.

I'm expecting three guests

whom I wish to entertain
in utmost privacy.

How will I know them?

They will ask to see you personally.

They will then ask you to help them
plan an anniversary dinner.

The guests should arrive
at ten-minute intervals. Understand?

I understand.

Mrs Kwan, the staff,
who do they think I am?

Do they know?

Yes. I told them
my brother was coming.

My poor brother.

And Mrs Kwan,
I'd like another heater.

MRS KWAN: Certainly.

I've learnt from experience

that whenever you wined and dined me
as well as this,

it's always been the prelude
to some hideous adventure.

HE CHUCKLES
Well, you know what they say.

When it's inevitable,
sit back and enjoy it.

Do you like it?
- Mm.

How did you discover this place?
- In the course of duty.

They got the best Peking duck
this side of Singapore.

Mm, that I can believe.
It was delicious.

Well, Mrs Kwan will be delighted.

She's the taipan.
She's the owner of all this.

HE SIGHS WISTFULLY

"Great man is sparing in words..."
HE EXHALES SHARPLY

"..but prodigal in deeds."

SHE LAUGHS

Steed, listen to this.

"A steed is not praised
for its might,

"but for its thoroughbred quality."

Oh, very discerning people.

Thank you, Mrs Kwan.

All right, you don't want any more
lychees, melon seeds, ginger?

No, thank you.

- Chow-Chow?
- Mm-mm.

- You enjoy your dinner, sir?
- It was delightful, Mrs Kwan.

- Madam?
- Yes, it was very good.

My pleasure.

"A steed is not praised
for its might but for its, er..."

- "Thoroughbred qualities."
- Oh, "Thoroughbred qualities."

HE CHUCKLES
Old Confucius.

He knew a thing or two, eh?

Yes, sir,
mostly precepts for good life.

Few words, but much sense.
Confucius was a great teacher.

Yes, indeed.

Hope to see you again
very soon, sir.

And you, too, Mrs Kwan. Thank you.

- Good night.
- Good night.

May I have my coat, please?

No, not that one.

Thank you.

Good night.
- Good night, sir.

- Esther.
- Yes, Mrs Kwan.

I have two more private guests
coming later.

Perhaps you'll stay and help me
look after them.

I'll see you get home safely.
- Thank you.

- Coffee and brandy, I think.
- Definitely.

You know where everything is? Oh.

Well, there's a fine variety
of coffee bean,

but I'm afraid the electric grinder
is on the blink.

There's quite a lot to be said
for the instant kind,

don't you think?
JOHN CHUCKLES

You know what? This isn't my coat.

I don't know
why I didn't notice that before.

Paid a little more attention
to the coat and less to the girl,

you probably wouldn't get
the wrong one.

Anyway, it's too late
to take it back tonight.

They'll all be flat out
on their lawyows.

- On their what?
- I'm not speaking Mandarin.

Oh, well. The coat can wait.

Brandy can't.

HE SIGHS

Wervley.

Whetsworth.

Wrench.

All right.

What are you doing?

Looking up the number
of the restaurant.

We better let them know.

Hold on a minute.

We may be able
to save them some trouble.

Apple core,

tobacco pouch,

a knife with a small gadget

for taking the stones
out of horses' hooves.

CATHERINE: Got it.

Oh, what's this?

"George Jason, £5,000."
Good for Mr Jason.

Very.

Steed, you told me you collected
this coat by mistake?

- Of course. Why not?
- Well, it would be you

to choose one with a cheque
for £5,000 in the pocket.

HE CHUCKLES
Pure chance, nothing else.

All the same,
this is rather interesting.

Drawn on the Taiwan Bank,
Mincing Lane.

- Oh, nothing very sinister there.
- George Jason.

Hardly sounds Oriental enough,
does it, for the Yam Sing?

Unlike those good old
Oriental names, Steed and Gale.

We don't happen to have cheques
drawn on the Taiwan Bank.

I wish I could read the signature.
You'd think a business cheque

would have been sent
through the post, wouldn't you?

He might have put it in his pocket
for one of a dozen reasons.

And now you've got me at it.

Surely, the thing to do
is to call the bank in the morning,

see if they can help.
- I don't think so.

I'll let Mr Jason contact me.

- How will he do that?
- For £5,000, he'll find a way.

- MAN: Ah, good evening.
- LO: Evening.

Make yourself a drink.
- Thank you.

Well, what's this, then? Party?

- I'm afraid not.
- Yes.

Sorry to be so melodramatic.

You are the four walls
of our little house of commerce.

So it grieves me to tell you

that we have a Judas
in the operation.

JASON:
You mean sitting at this table?

No. But half of our last shipment
was lost.

Where?

Hong Kong.

I can't believe it. It's impossible.

MRS KWAN: Why tell us?
What can we do about it?

The man works for one of you.

And he is also in this country now.

- How much is missing?
- £10,000 worth.

JASON WHISTLES

He sold it to a rival concern,
and took the next plane to the UK.

- You sure of your facts?
- Quite sure.

Though I understand your reluctance
to believe me.

10,000! It's a lot of money.

The money is not
of prime importance.

If you speculate often enough,

eventually you expect
to burn your fingers.

But then you start to think,
especially at my age,

is it worth it?

Will the same thing happen
next time and the next?

That's the point I've reached.

Ah, such silence.

I should have brought a pin.

The chain is broken.

You have to convince me
that it can be reforged,

even stronger than before.

Yeah, well, how do we do that?

This Judas at the moment is a hero.

He goes unpunished,
others will try emulate him.

This is so?

Yes.

Then this "hero"
must be shrunk to size.

- I know this man, don't I?
- You do.

- Part of my setup.
- That's right.

Well, then I'm the obvious person
to deal with him.

Good. You have a talk with him.
That does no good, then...

then we may be forced
to do more than talk.

DOORBELL RINGS

- Good morning. It's a lovely day.
- Oh, it's you.

Expecting someone?

No, no. To what do I owe the honour?

I've been trying to call you
all morning.

- Oh?
- Mm.

- I was in the bath.
- For four hours?

Some people take longer than others.

Any word from the mysterious
Mr Jason?

No, no. I expect he will
in a few days.

Anyway, it's not worrying me.

Yes. Silly to lose
any sleep over it.

DOORBELL RINGS
I'll go.

In the kitchen.

DOORBELL RINGS

- You can leave the door open.
- WHISPERS: I was going to.

Good.

Well, good morning.
- Morning. Mr Steed?

- Yes. What can I do for you?
- My name is Jason.

I believe you have my mackintosh.

CLOCK TOWER BELL CHIMES

How could I possibly have
your mackintosh?

I believe you collected it
by mistake

at the Yam Sing restaurant.

- Did I? When was that?
- Last night.

Well, that's news to me. You sure?

Well, this is your mackintosh,
isn't it?

INDISTINCT CHATTER

- Sorry. Do come in.
- Thank you.

- We'd better find yours, then.
- Yes.

Well, I don't know
why I didn't noti...

Oh, they're pretty similar,
aren't they?

Yes. Yes, well,
this is mine all right.

Surprised it fitted you.

Oh, I didn't actually put it on.
I put it over my arm.

Otherwise, I'm sure I...
I would have noticed it.

Yes.

How did you come to trace me?

JASON: Erm...

Through the label.

Baldwins of Jermyn Street,
they're very helpful, you know.

Oh, they would be, yes.
Do you know they've got

the best cutter in London?
- Really?

Now we've settled this,
have a drink.

Cup of coffee?
- No, thank you.

I must be getting along.
- Oh, dear.

It's very strange, that mistake.
You know, the Yam Sing,

they're usually so careful,
aren't they?

Are they?

Yes. You go there often?
I haven't seen you there.

No, not often. Thank you very much,
Mr Steed.

Well, not at all, and thank you
very much for bringing my coat.

- So much for your arch criminal.
- He'll bear watching.

You don't honestly think
he'd come around here

if there were anything fishy
going on, do you?

Well, for £5,000, why shouldn't he?
Didn't look the sort of fellow

that would carry that amount
around with him.

The only smart thing about him
his shoes. Did you notice them?

Terrific, high quality
and shaved them in quite nicely.

Well, I admit
he didn't dress the part,

but then some millionaires don't.

HE GROANS
Do you know a man called Lo,

a Mr Lo?

- L-O?
- Hmm.

Isn't he the international
gold smuggler,

the one that THEY can never lay
their hands on?

- Mm, that's right.
- What about him?

He's in London at the moment,
staying at the Yam Sing.

HE GROANS AND SNIFFS

What was that for?

- You.
- Me?

And this ridiculous charade
you always have to play.

HE LAUGHS
What ridiculous charade?

You can't just tell me
in plain straightforward language

that you're after a gold smuggler.

We have to go through
this ridiculous rigmarole

of candlelight and wine,
and old Chinese proverbs.

Well, here's another
old Chinese proverb,

"He who does not tell truth
gets cushion in eye."

Last year, over a quarter million
pounds worth of gold

was stolen in Europe.
None of it's been recovered.

Now, Mr Lo is involved,
and so are we.

BOTH LAUGH

Hello.

Good evening, may I have
a small brandy, please?

I'm looking for a friend of mine.

His name is, er, Jason.

Do you, er, know him?

- Evening, sir.
- Oh, Mrs Kwan, how are you?

Alone today? No charming companion?

No, I'm afraid all good things
have to come to an end.

I wonder if you can help me.

I'm looking for a friend of mine,
fellow called Jason.

I think he was in here
the other night.

Jason?
Sorry, sir, I don't know the name.

- Oh, surprising.
- Not really.

Unless the customer's a regular,
or has an account here,

then I probably wouldn't know
his name.

From what he said,
I think he was a regular.

Sorry, sir.
I don't know anyone named Jason.

What a pity,
I was gonna give him a red-hot tip,

Three thirty at Kempton. Mr Lo.

Keep it to yourself, sir.
Then your odds won't shorten.

Here's a good one for you, too.

"Honest man is completely at ease.
False man, slightly on edge."

Goodbye, Mrs Kwan.
- Bye, sir.

- How's it going?
- Oh, it's fine.

Hmm, it's a cardigan for my husband.
You think he'll like it?

If it looks half as good on him
as it does on you,

I should think he'd be delighted.

Er, can you help me?

Do you know if a friend of mine's
been here, a man called Jason?

ESTHER: Oh, Captain Jason, yes.

- Captain?
- Yes, that's right.

I don't think I've seen him today.

Well, there's no need to worry.

Look, you have those sleeves on me,
huh?

Good night, love.
- Good night.

OBJECTS CLATTERING

- You tell him it was urgent?
- Of course.

This ugly flue is backed up again.
- What did he say?

HE COUGHS
Not much.

Said, "Couldn't it wait?"
- Doesn't he know

I wouldn't call a meeting
if it could wait?

Well, you know the Major.

We thought you were coming back
this morning.

That's what I would have done

if I hadn't been chasing
half around London

looking for some idiot
who walked off with my mac.

HE CHUCKLES
That one.

It had the cheque in the pocket.

- The cheque for the last shipment?
- Yeah.

All right. Don't worry. It's safe.
- Phew!

What the heck's all this about then?

- It's important.
- Yeah, it better be.

I'm mounting the Guard
in ten minutes.

Won't take that long.

Well, don't let's sit on it then.

Last night I was summoned
to meet our friend Mr Lo.

Was he in England then?

Half the last shipment of gold
went for a Burton.

He's dropped £10,000.

- Well, that's his hard luck.
- Nothing went wrong this end, Sir.

Wasn't this end, Mr Wright.
This was Hong Kong.

But Captain York and Corporal Jones
were dealing with that.

Yes, and now Corporal Jones
has weeded the till

to the tune of 10,000 quid,
proceeds from the sale of our gold.

I don't believe it.

No, that's exactly what I said, Sir,
but it's true.

I was a bit suspicious
when Jones put off his demob.

- This is a fine time to say so.
- It was only a suspicion.

Anyway, he knew what we were doing
with the money...

Well, there's no point in arguing
about what we should have done.

What if the money's gone?
It's our responsibility.

No, I still can't believe it.

I'd take Jones' word
against Lo's any day.

He's a good man,
came in as a boy entrant.

Foreigners. They're all the same.

Make a mistake
and start passing the buck

to anyone who will take it.

- You finished?
- Huh?

Lo doesn't work like that.
He checks his facts.

What's more, he's old, intolerant.

Do you want
this whole business to pack up,

just because you can't credit

that one of our own chaps
would welsh on us?

'Course not, but where's your proof?

You... you can't condemn a man
in his absence.

Corporal Jones has the gold.

Corporal Jones has disappeared,
and the gold with him.

What more proof do you want?

Well, he's out of the army now, Sir.

If we don't get that money back,

Lo is gonna start looking
for a new escape route.

Yeah? He won't find that so easy.
He needs us.

Not at £10,000 a throw, he doesn't.

And what other ways are there
of getting the stuff into Hong Kong

without Custom's inspection, hmm?

- JASON: He'll find one.
- Nonsense.

He found us, didn't he?

Truth is it's us who need him.

He provides the gold,
and pays us well, darn well!

This system's been running
like clockwork for three years.

Well, it must not pack up now.
Too many people depending upon us.

Nothing is as important
as the GF Fund.

Agreed.

Well, what do we do now, Sir?

Well, we've got two whole days
to find Corporal Jones.

If we don't, we'd better start
looking for a new source of income.

Well, you better find him then.

Try and persuade him
to return the money.

Tell him he's let us down,
let the whole Corps down.

Have you finished with me now?

- Yes.
- Right.

Thank you, Sir.

DOOR OPENS

Well, what did you find out
from the Taiwan Bank?

Nothing.

If I've told that dog once,
I've told her 30 times.

No, without a court order,
you can't see a customer's account.

So we still don't know
who gave Jason that cheque.

But can't your people
get a court order?

Be like running an advert
in the paper.

Now, gold-wise,

how did you get on
with your bullion merchant?

- John Thorpe?
- Yes.

I've made an appointment for you
to see him on Saturday.

He's in Geneva at the moment.
- Me?

But he's your friend, I thought
you were going to deal with it.

- I'm afraid I won't be able to.
- Why not?

I've got a job.

- A job?
- Yes.

You know, I'm very disappointed
in you, Mrs Gale.

Oddly enough,
my rent doesn't pay itself.

I did suggest
an alternative arrangement.

This won't take very long.

Why, this is marvellous.

I'll call a truce in the underworld.

Very understanding fellows,
you know. They won't mind.

Lay aside your jammies, boys,
till after Christmas.

Mrs Gale is taking
a few days' leave.

So, what is the job, eh?
- I'm going to catalogue a museum.

- Mummies and fossils?
- No, not that kind.

A military museum,
Blore Camp near Aldershot.

HE LAUGHS
Aldershot?

That's very fine army country.

Cannons to the right of you,
cannons to the left.

Oh, hey, don't shoot till you see
the whites of their eyes.

- You make parting so much easier.
- You know my number.

Er, if you're bored,
which is unlikely, give me a ring.

DOOR SLAMS SHUT

MAN WHISTLING
CAR ENGINE REVVING

JASON: Nice little place
you've got here, Corporal.

Well, well, old shiny boots, Jason.

HE SCOFFS
Captain Jason, if you please.

Suit yourself.

Well, what can I do for you?

Want to buy a motor?
Got a nice little banger.

For you, a bit of discount,

seeing as we're old colleagues.

- You know what I've come for.
- Do I?

Yes.

Your gratuity didn't pay
for this lot, did it?

- Didn't it?
- No.

I must have made a bit
on the side then, mustn't I?

Mm-hm.

You nicked £10,000 worth of gold

and sold it on the QT
before you left Hong Kong.

What are you gonna do about it then?

Captain, I'll tell you what.

You go to the police and tell 'em
all about it, eh?

Very understanding people.

I want that money, Jones.

You see, it doesn't belong to us.
There are families, men,

old mates of yours, some of them.

Well, they're depending upon us.
- Oh, do leave off, will ya?

Who do you take me for, eh?

Look, I spent 20 years
in your crummy army

waiting for a break like this.

And I don't intend to give it up
for you, or anybody else.

Well, I can see it's a waste
of time trying to appeal

to your finer sentiments.
JONES SCOFFS

I'm warning you, Jones.

I want that money,
and I intend to get it.

Look, you don't scare me.

I don't give it back to you
or anybody else.

VEHICLE APPROACHES
GAS PUMP BELL RINGS

Oh, what is it, usual?

I think this will be
the lightest room for you, Mrs Gale.

Yes, this will do fine.

I'll have a desk,
and a chair moved in for you,

and a phone, of course.
- Thank you.

How long do you think
it will take, any idea?

I really can't say.
Two or three weeks, I should think.

There's a load of stuff
in the next room,

more than I thought.

Ah, that's the best room,
the Corunna.

I spent weeks in there myself.

Some fine things,
very well preserved.

Yes. You know, the Peninsular War
really brought home

the importance
of the line of supply.

For the first time,
the Army became departmentalised.

That was in 1809?

January, 1809, hard winter.

Moore defeated the French
at Corunna,

but got himself killed
during the battle.

There's a picture of Moore
somewhere.

- He was replaced by Wellesley.
- Ho! Ho!

You and I are going to get on
famously.

I hope so.

I don't mind admitting all this
is really rather alien to me.

Well, I would have loved
to have done the job myself.

- Mm, I can imagine.
- But it was an outside appointment

from the committee
of the Imperial War Museum.

Why is the catalogue being done?
Any particular reasons?

Ah. It's the 150th anniversary
of the Battle of Dresden.

That's when the Corps
won its colours.

Proud moment!
- CATHERINE: Big landmark.

Yes, big ceremonial parade,
visiting dignitaries,

inspection by the CIGS,
top brass in command are coming.

You know the form.

Trouble is nobody's
ever sat down and itemised

exactly what we've got.
Nobody who could put

into any sort of historical
perspective, you understand.

Yes, I understand.

Oh! An old EY rifle.

I think we used to have them
in Kenya.

Yes, against the Mau Mau.

All these police actions.
Been the ruination of the army.

Were you out there?
- Yes. I used to live out there.

HE CHUCKLES
Then you won't be lonely.

Quite a lot of the boys
in the mess were out there.

George, friend of mine was, er...
What was he now?

IC Supplies, Nairobi, I think.

- Nairobi? I must look him up.
- Do. You'll be delighted.

It's Captain Jason, George Jason.

What's the matter? Do you know him?
- No, no.

Somehow the name seemed
vaguely familiar.

Ah, well, I better turn the keys
over to you then.

Thank you.

CLOCK TOWER BELL CHIMES

HE SIGHS

DOORBELL RINGING

HE GROANS

You'll be very surprised,
but I'm coming.

HE GRUNTS

What's the matter with you?
Been cashiered, have you?

HE LAUGHS

Dirty Blanco?

You fixed the whole thing up,
didn't you?

Jason's down there.

George Jason?

Well, it is a coincidence, eh?

Can you give me one good reason

why I shouldn't
just walk out of there,

leave them to catalogue
their own museum?

You could go to all the trouble
of explaining to them.

After all, you got them to hire me.

I had to find you
a good effective cover.

So good and so effective
that you couldn't even tell me.

I didn't quite know
what to tell you.

I mean, you could hardly
wander around an army camp

without being noticed.

No, send you down unsuspecting,
then trouble would run into you,

and you won't run into trouble, eh?

Now, with all due respect
to those worthy ladies,

you wouldn't look quite right
behind a tea urn

at the NAAFI canteen.

What do you want me to do?

Carry on with your job.

Keep your eyes open and wait.

It's infinitely preferable
to working in the dark.

I'm keeping a 24-hour surveillance
on the Yam Sing.

I may hear something before you do.

How'd you get on with John Thorpe?

Very well.

OK, here are these notes he gave me.

Little overpowering, isn't he?

Apparently gold is very valuable
in the East.

Why is that?

The Bretton Woods
monetary agreement.

They set the value of gold
at 35 American dollars an ounce.

But in the East,
mm-mm, it's worth 50.

It's worth shipping, then.

Yeah, they're very keen
to get it in the Orient.

Well, they don't trust paper money.

- Yes, how'd you know?
- It's common knowledge.

Pfft!

Well, at least
we've discovered one thing,

why Mr Lo is interested
in shipping gold to Hong Kong.

Now we got to find out how.

JONES WHISTLING

CAR HORN HONKS

All right, then, come on. Out.

What do you think you're doing here?

Hey, you're trespassing,
you know that?

I was waiting for you, Corporal.

Well, you've found me.

And lay off the corporal bit,
will you? That's history.

You have something of mine.

Look, I don't know you.
I don't want to know you.

Now, come on. Out. I want my supper.

You owe me some money.

What? You're mad!

Look, I don't owe you nothing.

When you left Hong Kong,
you had £10,000 of my money.

Now, where is it?
Better start remembering.

Ten grand?

Well, you've got
the wrong one, friend.

Look, I haven't got your money.

You see, I bought the garage.
That took it all,

and all my savings.

You can't do nothing to me, Mister.

TOOL CLATTERS
You're off your manor.

ENGINE REVVING

HE SCREAMS

Hello there.
How's it going, Mrs Gale?

Fine, thanks. I should be through
in about a week.

Terrible business, wasn't it?
Did you know this Corporal Jones?

- Sorry?
- I said, did you know him?

Yes, he was out in Cypress with me.

Why should anyone want to kill him?

I wouldn't know.

What sort of a man was he?

Jones?

Been out in Hong Kong
for the past two years.

Would you excuse me for a moment?

That Chinaman must be slipping.

Well, no-one's gonna believe
this is an accident.

They're not meant to.

It's a bit sticky, Sir.

Well, I warned Jones,
too damn pig-headed to listen.

Hello.

- Very worrying.
- Yeah.

I don't think I can go along
with this now.

Now, just a moment, Sir.
May I ask you a question?

What's the most important thing
as far as we three are concerned?

- The Fund.
- Exactly.

Exactly. From the very beginning
it was agreed

this could only be conducted
as a military operation.

Yes, but we're soldiers,
not gangsters.

But as a soldier, Sir,
how do you deal with a traitor

in a military operation?

It's unfortunate, Bob,
we just have to live with it.

Well, don't let's sit on it, then.

Er, excuse me, Sir, but, erm,

do you think it's safe
to, er, carry on?

- Why not?
- I mean, that Chinaman,

he might think
that we're all in it together.

No, he doesn't. I've spoken to him.

As long as we play it straight
with him,

we've got nothing to worry about.

Whatever happens,
the Fund mustn't pack up now.

Yes. Well, we've got enough
in the kitty

to lay off until this blows over.

The way they're handing out
bowler hats,

we need to increase the Fund,
not cut it down.

Why, only today
I came across another case.

Just make a note of the details.
- Yes, Sir.

It's a Major Benson,
another victim of the '59 purge.

"Major Benson, aged 47,
married, two children,

"Sandhurst and Staff College."

Doorman at the Alhambra, Catford?

£9 a week for throwing out
Teds and drunks.

- Phew! He was a good man, Sir.
- Yes, but he was a bit foolish.

Invested all his savings
with a property speculator.

Lost the lot.

You see,
this shouldn't damn well happen.

There ought to be courses
to wise you up

to the dangers of Civvy Street.

I mean, every day there are blokes
coming out the services.

They're just a bunch of mugs,
innocents.

Well, they wouldn't let you ashore
at Port Said without your jabs,

a lecture on the money sharks
and the Toms.

Well, this is exactly
the same thing!

WRIGHT: He'll be back, Sir.

I know, I know.

Right then.

Er, Major Benson, Sir,
would you sign the cheque?

Ah, yes, £500?

CAN CLATTERING

JOHN: Hello.
What are you doing here?

This was my husband's place.

You're Mrs Jones. I'm very sorry.
Any idea why, or how?

No. Jimmy didn't have any enemies.

At least I didn't think he had.

Maybe it was jealousy.
Was there somebody fond of you?

Oh, no.

No, Jimmy was the first.
- You met in Hong Kong?

Yes. I was a taxi girl
at The Celestial.

A dance hall.
- Taxi?

Yes. They...
The halls employed partners.

You just sit there and wait
for somebody to hand you a ticket,

and you dance with them.

$8 an hour.

$4 for the girl,
and $4 for the management.

The next day, he took me
to the Tiger Balm Pagoda.

He must have saved up
a good deal for all this.

Did he get a good gratuity?
- Oh, no.

No, we'd never have been able
to have afforded this.

Unless?

What is it?
- It's a Hong Kong lottery ticket.

It won third prize,
a month before we left.

Very lucky.

Was it?

I-I had it framed,

and Jimmy kept it
on his desk as a souvenir.

What are you gonna do now?

I don't know.

I'd strongly advise you
to leave here.

Jimmy was a good man to me.

But I'll do as you say.
- Good.

Why did you come here?

To find out
why the Corporal was murdered.

I'm sorry I can't be
of any more help.

You like the cardigan?

But the sleeves are too long.

They're far too long.

SHE SOBS

- Hello.
- Hello.

Got strict instructions
to keep out of your way.

Oh, that's all right. Don't worry
about me. What do you do?

HE GRUNTS
Jankers.

Got to paint the fire buckets.

They look perfectly all right to me.

Yeah, me too. But you know the Army.
If it moves, salute it.

If it doesn't, paint it.
HE SCOFFS

Yeah, old Major Ruse
found a scratch.

He can spot a dirty cap badge
from the other side of the square.

How do you get on with him?

Friend of yours, miss?

No. I've only met him
a couple of times.

Bit too keen for my liking.

Like this.
HE SCOFFS

Waste of time, I say.

They look just the same
when I'm finished. Just the same.

BOTH CHUCKLE

Oh, here.
- Oh, thank you.

Right here.

How about Captain Jason?

Oh, he's different.
Conscientious, but fair.

You know what I mean?
- Mm.

He'll give us a bit of time off
tomorrow, to make up for tonight.

- Tonight?
- Yeah.

Now, the old man
would never think of that.

You're working tonight
as well, then?

Yeah, special guard duty.
HE CHUCKLES

Dear o'lor.
HE SNIFFS

Just my luck.
- What's on?

Oh, er, consignment of small arms
ammunition and K-rations.

Gonna line them tomorrow
so we have to keep an eye on it.

Mustn't lose the lads' toffee.

Oh, that reminds me,

I should have got some things
from the NAAFI,

and it's too late for me now.

Would you be awfully kind,
and get them for me?

- Oh, pleasure, miss, yeah.
- Thank you.

I'll just jot them down.

Would you get me a couple of bars
of fruit and nut as well?

All right.

- Here's a pound.
- Er, ta.

Be back in two shakes.

Oh, get yourself
a packet of cigarettes.

Oh, thanks very much.

PHONE RINGING

JOHN LAUGHS

JOHN LAUGHS

Hello, hello, it's Steed, Steed.

Eh?

Oh, and how's the Army
treating you, hmm?

HE CHUCKLES
No, I...

Yeah, tonight. All right. Bye.

OBJECTS CLATTERING

HAMMER THUDDING

- See how it's done, lad?
- Sir.

The army gives you something,
there's a reason,

even a chopper.
- Sir.

Keep alert, lad.
Don't go drifting off to sleep.

WRIGHT CLEARS THROAT

- JASON: Lad's still there?
- WRIGHT: Yes, Sir.

JASON: It's time he wasn't.

TELEPHONE RINGS

DOOR OPENS

Ordnance. Captain Jason.

Yes. Right.

Stuff's here. It's at the main gate.

WRIGHT: I've got two men
standing by to unload, Sir.

Holmes.
- Yes, Sir.

Cut along to the NAAFI now.

Make sure you're back here
2100 sharp.

Yes, Sir. Thank you very much, Sir.

WRIGHT: Idle man.

He's ideal for our purpose.
WRIGHT CHUCKLES

I hope nothing else goes wrong
the other end, Sir.

RUSE: No, I've spoken
to Captain York.

VEHICLES APPROACH
JASON: They're here.

Pack it up. Get the stuff moving.

Over here, lads.

Keep your thieving hands
to yourselves.

That stuff on the table there.

So, pack this unlawful item.
- RUSE: Good man.

WRIGHT: Lads, report back
to Sergeant Cook on the double.

Left-right, left-right, left-right.

Lovely, aren't they, Sir?
- JASON: Mm-hm.

You got to hand it to that Chinaman.

Well, he doesn't make them himself,
you know.

He's got two goldsmiths
working full time.

Yes, Sir.
Er, when does this lot go, Sir?

Tomorrow from Lynam.
ETA Hong Kong, 1200, Wednesday.

WRIGHT: Should anyone get shot
with one of these,

it'll be some death, Sir.

RUSE CHUCKLES
At £10 a round, it ought to be.

JASON: Yeah, but they wouldn't fire.
Too soft.

WRIGHT: Imagine what
the medics would say.

Cause of death, gold poisoning.

ALL LAUGHING

WRIGHT: Just make sure
number five picquet's

not hanging around outside, huh?

JASON CHUCKLES

Gold poisoning.

Number five picquet, where are you?

Hope the men don't see you now.
Number five picquet.

Hello? Who's that? Stop.

What are you doing here?

Don't you know
this is army property?

HE GRUNTS

Well, we better get
the paperwork out.

- Yes.
- You got my pen?

Hmm?

Oh, I gave it back, surely.
- Did you?

Oh, maybe, it's in my coat.

GUNSHOTS FIRE

Never mind about that fight.
The main event comes later.

HE GRUNTS

Where are you? Where are you?

HE GRUNTS

- RUSE: Who are you?
- JASON: His name is Steed.

- RUSE: What does he want?
- I'm making a small gold collection

on behalf of
the Waifs and Whippets Fund.

- RUSE: Are you from the police?
- Near enough.

Oh, she's doing very well.

HE GROANS AND PANTS

JOHN: I warned you.

- You won't shoot.
- I'll count to three.

- Bluffing.
- One...

Two...

Three!
GUN FIRES

JASON GRUNTING IN PAIN

JOHN GRUNTS

RUSE: That's enough, George.

All right, Mr Steed,
you can put your gun away.

You have our word.

You all right?

Is everything all right?

Police picked up Mrs Kwan
at the gate.

Good.

- They raided the Yam Sing.
- Everybody accounted for?

Except Mr Lo. He flew out
of London airport yesterday.

They're picking him up
off the plane in Karachi.

- Steed, can I ask you a favour?
- JOHN: Go ahead.

You've got the three of us.
Don't involve anyone else.

You mean the Hong Kong branch?

You know everything, don't you?

No, I don't mean them.

I mean the families,
the men we've been supporting.

We weren't doing this for ourselves,
you know.

- JOHN: No?
- No.

It's for our friends, ex-officers...

And NCOs.

Many were victims of the army purge,

suddenly kicked out, no jobs,
no training, no future.

Have you got proof of this?

RUSE: They're right here, Sir.

Names and addresses
of the beneficiaries,

and accounts of the Fund to date.

I think that you'd better get a car.
Not too good for discipline

seeing the Major being carted off
to the pokey here.

WRIGHT: Ordnance, here. Ordnance.
The Major's car around right away.

CATHERINE:
How much money have you got?

- About 56,000.
- Pounds?

Fifty-six thousand pounds,
nineteen shillings and seven pence.

To be precise.

Half in building societies,
the other half in blue chips.

Capital appreciation last year
accounted for about 9,000 quid.

Last year? Who's your broker?

Don't have one. I do it. Did it all.

But on this form,
you could have been a tycoon.

Don't you regret
wasting your time in the army?

Waste?

Everything I've ever had,
everything we've ever had,

we owe to the Army.

It's fed us and clothed us
and paid us when nobody else would.

When I was demobbed in '45,

I couldn't get a job
even making a broker's tea.

Same goes for all of us.
We were all misfits.

I wanted to teach history.
No degree, no diploma or education.

I wanted to go to grammar school.

But if this is so,

why have you been using the Army
as a cover for your smuggling?

JASON SCOFFS

A good soldier learns to improvise.

Seemed worthwhile
if we could help the others.

CATHERINE: Are these
all the names and addresses?

- Yes.
- Yes.

Come on.

Well, we'd better sign off
at the mess, I suppose.

You want to watch her.

HE CHUCKLES

I think you better look after
the dibs.

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