Original subtitles

You have to have a good reason to be out

on a night like this in London.

My name's Mike O'Kelly, and I had that reason.

I'm a private investigator.

If you think that's exciting, you're way off.

It's mostly routine.

Divorce, missing kids, stuff like that.

But this time, Ben had called me.

Ben Connor. A great guy I'd known in the war.

He ran an inquiry agency,

and once in a while, he pushed jobs my way.

Like now. Only this one was unusual.

He said it was too big for him to handle alone.

What I didn't know was just how big it really was,

and what I was walking into through the London fog that night.

Mi scusi signore.

- Oh! - Nothing we can do, Jonesy.

But I can't believe it. Only a little while ago...

- Take it easy. - What are we going to do?

I don't know.

- What do you know about this? - (SIGHING) Nothing.

Except that Ben was going to call you in on a case.

- I know, but what case? - Didn't he tell you?

No, no details. Just said he wanted to see me tonight.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Hello?

(ON PHONE) Hello, my name is Sacchi.

I must see you right away. Come to the Stella Lipari Club.

(TELEPHONE CLICKS)

Sacchi.

- You ever see him before? - Yes, here.

One night last week, an Italian.

- Maltese, what did he want? - Ben didn't say.

But he did say not to note his visit in the appointment book.

I'll get back as soon as I can. You better call the police.

(ROTARY DIALLING)

(JAZZ MUSIC) (PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Hello, Pietro.

You're late on duty this evening, that's unusual for you.

Good evening, Miss Boyd. You're all alone,

that's equally unusual.

Let's swap explanations. You first.

I had an important appointment; that's why I'm late.

Well, I didn't, that's why I'm alone.

Not for long, I'm sure.

Good evening, sir, what will it be?

Rye, please. Is Mr Sacchi around?

Er, you better ask Pietro.

- Can I help you, sir? - Yes, there's a Mr Sacchi

waiting to see me, if you'd just point him out.

I'll see if he's available.

- What name? - Connor.

Wait, please.

(JAZZ MUSIC)

A little stuffy in here, isn't it?

Always is when it's overcrowded.

He will see you now.

- Through there, sir. - Oh, thank you.

- It was nice to meet you, miss.. - Smith.

Big family, makes it cosy.

Is he a friend of the proprietor?

Signor Sacchi has lots of friends.

Mr Benedict Connor?

Yes, you called me at the agency.

You did say your name was Sacchi.

Yes, yes, of course. Giorgio Sacchi.

- Why do you doubt me? - I expected a younger man.

(DEEP SIGHING) My brother, Amedeo.

- Well, what's bothering you? - What's bothering me, you ask?

What should bother me but from Amedeo.

Always, he's in some kind of trouble.

This time I don't know what kind of trouble. That bothers me.

I'm sorry, but where do I fit into this?

Look, Mr Connor, I know he has been seeing you.

I found one of your cards in a coat he left here.

He hasn't been near me for a week!

I can't trace him anywhere.

What can I do but turn to you? I'm so worried.

I appreciate that, but...

You must tell me what you know.

I shall pay you well.

I'm sorry, my business is confidential.

- But he is my brother. - He's my client.

This time he is in a real trouble. I know it.

Please, help me. Please.

My business with Amedeo is finished,

so I have no idea what he's involved in now.

I can help, though.

Can you give me any information to go on?

I am not the detective.

What kind of a crowd does he hang around with?

Oh, I don't know. It's sure to be a bad one.

This boy is a magnet for trouble, even in Italy...

Italy? You're Maltese, aren't you?

No, no, no, no, we're from Italy.

The name of my club should tell you that.

Hmm, my mistake.

Okay, I'll get started right away.

Thank you, Mr Connor, thank you.

So Amedeo moves around quite a bit.

Ah, he's a restless boy. Always...

What's the last address you have on him?

That's normal, I checked that.

I'll check, just tell me.

All right, he has a room.

Room number 7, at 60 Lotts Road.

- I'll be in touch with you. - Thank you. Thank you.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

Well?

- I want to see Amedeo Sacchi. - So do I.

He owes me a month's rent. Where is he?

That's what I'd like to know.

If you find him, let me know.

Maybe there'd be something in his room that'd give me a lead.

If there is, I'll let you know.

(MUSIC STRIKE)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

(TENSE MUSIC)

(WINDOW SCRAPING)

(WORRYING MUSIC)

Hello?

Ah, hello!

- Are you new here? - Just moved in.

- Then we're neighbours. - Yeah, sort of.

I didn't know Mr Sacchi had moved out.

Are you a friend of his?

He often came to the cafe where I work.

- Where's that? - The Blue Spot in Hudson Street.

I'll remember that when I'm hungry.

I hope you will.

(DOOR CLOSES) - What are you doing here?

Visiting Amedeo Sacchi.

- Are you a friend of his? - Yeah, kind of.

If you are, why don't you know he hasn't been here for a week?

That's what I've been worrying about.

Anything else?

Yeah, I've been worrying about you.

Ah ha?

And why?

Because I already met you tonight.

I don't remember seeing you at the poker game downstairs.

You weren't dealing cards in front of Connor's Enquiry Agency.

And who's Connor?

He's a dead man.

What killed him, curiosity?

Get out of this before I call the police. I'm tired of it.

Me too.

(PUNCHING) (BED CLATTERING) - Ouch! (GASPING)

Okay, now I'll ask the questions.

(AFRAID) I don't know what you're talking about.

I've been here all evening.

I can prove it, I've got witnesses.

I'll bet you have.

- Now what about Sacchi? - I don't know a thing about him.

He's only a lodger here.

You always carry a gun w hen you go calling?

Well, I heard you moving about upstairs,

and I didn't want to take any chances.

There's a lot of crime about these days.

Including murder.

I know nothing about a murder.

I could be wrong about you being in front of Connor's tonight.

If I ever meet you again,

I'll begin to think it's more than a coincidence.

- Anything shown up on that yet? - Not a splodge.

He must've been wearing gloves.

I'm through now, Inspector.

I'll have these ready by the morning.

Go and leave a set in my office. Benson?

Yeah?

- Got a line on O'Kelly yet? - No, sir.

Keep at it.

Are you sure you don't know where he went?

Quite sure, Inspector..

Oh, nice of you to have come. Where have you been?

And I want facts from you, O'Kelly.

Okay, Threadgold. How's that for a start?

(DRAMATIC MUSIC STRIKE)

Where'd you get it?

In his apartment.

All right, Kelly,

the whole story, everything you know, from the beginning.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

Mr O'Kelly?

- Yes? - My name is Syms, Orlando Syms.

Connor told me about you. Are you through with the police?

Yes, I'm through.

I think you and I could have a talk.

(WORRYING MUSIC) (CAR STARTING)

Apart from your novels, you've written a lot about peace.

- Yes, it's been my life work. - Ben told me.

What else did he tell you?

Not much in detail.

Well, let me put you completely in the picture.

I am the president of an

international league for world peace.

Connor was one of our most enthusiastic members.

A few weeks ago, he discovered strong evidence

that a secret group was acting undercover of the league.

This was a shock to me, but naturally,

I encouraged Connor to continue with his investigations.

Tonight, he phoned me to say that he'd found further information.

- And to suggest that we meet. - SYMS: Exactly.

Just one question, Mr Syms, why didn't Ben take this to the police?

For the same reason that I kept out of their way tonight.

A situation like this could discredit the whole league.

And Connor was well aware of that fact.

That's why I would like you to continue the investigations

where your friend left off.

Will you?

Count me in.

Thank you. (TABLE CREAKING)

You know, it's a strange coincidence, Mr Syms.

Ben had a copy of one of your novels in his hand when he died.

- 'Espionage of Death'. (DRAMATIC MUSIC STRIKE)

Caterina?

Pietro, what's the matter?

That's what I want you to tell me.

- Nothing, I'm all right. - And Amedeo?

- We're finished. - That's not possible.

- Everything is possible. - Look,

old Giorgio has given me some money for him.

- He doesn't need money. - Then you do know where he is.

- No, I told you. - All right, don't take the money,

but at least tell me where he is so Giorgio can get in touch with him.

Look, I know nothing about Amedeo. We're finished.

I must go to work. Bye, Pietro, thank you.

(WORRYING MUSIC)

There are hundreds of secrets around here somewhere, Jonesy.

We just haven't found the right one.

The only link with the peace league, receipts, a leaflet or two,

everything perfectly straight forward.

Maybe too straight forward.

JONES: Why didn't he ever tell me about this case, whatever it was?

Well, we've only your hunch to go on now.

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

- Mr O'Kelly? - Yeah.

- From the Daily Star. - Oh, thanks.

What do you want an eight days' old paper for, a clue?

A bright boy.

I wish I was a detective.

You stick to newspaper, son.

It's better to be a reporter than the reported.

JONES: This is it. Oh, I hope it works.

Yes, sir?

I'd like to speak to the manager, please. It's important.

Yes, sir.

What can I do for you, sir?

You advertised for an interpreter and guide to work in Italy.

That was a week ago. The post's been filled.

By whom?

Oh really, that's no concern of yours, sir.

I think it is.

O'Kelly, the inquiry agent? Is there something wrong?

Did you employ a man named Amedeo Sacchi?

- Yes, he gave references. - For instance?

Stella Lipari Club.

Has he left yet?

Sails today from Tilbury. A young lady just collected his ticket.

Can you describe her?

Dark, Italian I should think. She wasn't in here for more than minute.

Is there something I should do?

Yes, put another ad in the paper.

(CAR ENGINE)

It's about time you got back.

Get changed. We'll be smothered in customers in a minute.

Just a few seconds.

Caterina?

I don't want him around here any longer.

- He's leaving today. - Well, make it snappy then.

(FOOTSTEPS)

The ticket.

Don't be like that. You know I have to go.

- They'll find you. - I'll lose myself in Italy.

I'll find some safe place, and then I send for you.

- (SHE SOBS) - Trust me, Caterina.

Everything will be all right now.

(SOBBING) Why did you have to get yourself mixed up in all this?

You know why, I've told you a hundred times.

For you, for money.

So I can make a fresh start with you.

Connor paid well for the information I give him.

Much good it did him. He's dead. And they'll kill you too.

- You can't win. - I can.

Once I am on that ship.

Perhaps they know you're going. Perhaps they...

You could still go to the police.

Don't start that again. I can't!

They'll say I killed Connor.

It's better I get right out of it.

- BOSS: Caterina, Caterina? - I must go now.

(FOOTSTEPS)

If it's not too much trouble,

the customers would like a little service.

Your order please, sir.

You look different in an apron than you do in a housecoat.

Just tell me what you want. I'm very busy.

I gathered that.

Have you delivered the tickets yet?

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

- Now, where is he? - No, please.

- What is it? I want no trouble. - Where is Sacchi?

I told you I didn't want him here!

(TENSE MUSIC)

Please, let him go! Let him go!

(TENSE MUSIC)

(ENGINE STARTING)

(TENSE MUSIC)

(MUSIC STRIKE)

(CHURCH BELLS PEALING)

Caterina.

Caterina.

Sorry to trouble you, but you have to tell me everything you know.

Amedeo is dead. That is enough.

- Connor is dead too. - Connor?

And you thought Amedeo killed him.

Amedeo, he had to die before you believed he was innocent.

His whole life was like that.

But he was going to be so different once he got away.

He was so near to safety.

How is he tied up with the peace league?

Peace?

I know nothing of these matters.

Connor's dead because he found out too much.

Amedeo's dead because he supplied Connor with information,

- isn't that it? - Why question me?

You're the only one I can turn to.

How long have you known Amedeo?

Two years, since he came to England.

Did he work for his brother then?

No, he was an attendant in an nursing home.

Which one? I'd like to check on it.

A private one.

For Dr Randolph, Harley Street.

- Thank you for your help. - I hope it will help.

One was picked up on the night of Connor's murder,

the other was found on your brother's body.

Both forgeries?

Poor Amedeo.

If only he'd told me his troubles, I could've helped him.

Amedeo report, Benson.

I don't think it could've helped him with this kind of record.

Between 1945 and 1948, seven black market charges.

Two currency charges in 1950.

Followed by six forgery accusations,

one proven, five unanswered.

He was my brother and he's dead.

You can close your report.

Well, thank you for your help, Mr Sacchi.

I'll contact you if there's anything else.

THREADGOLD: All right, Benson, now for this other little problem.

Jonesy?

Hello, Mr O'Kelly, what she say?

Not much. But I did get a contact out of the poor girl.

If you need me, I'll be at 27 Waygott Square with Dr Randolph.

Oh, and I wouldn't let Threadgold in on this.

Right.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Hello, Inspector.

- Hello, where's your new boss? - Haven't the slightest idea.

We've had a report to say he's been seen

in the vicinity of the Blue Spot Cafe.

Oh? Perhaps he wanted a cup of tea.

- Where is he now? - I don't know.

When you do hear from him,

tell him he's to come over to my office, without delay.

Very well.

(DOOR CLOSING)

(CLATTERING)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC STRIKE)

(EVOCATIVE MUSIC)

Yes, sir?

I called Dr Randolph's office. They said I'd find him here.

That's right, sir. He's in the committee room.

- He won't be long now. - Thank you, I'll wait.

Very good, sir.

I would like to make it quite clear, ladies and gentlemen,

that I haven't had time to go over these figures myself,

but I'm sure we can trust Mr Parker to do that.

Thank you, sir.

It's hardly necessary to put that to the vote,

so I take it we're all agreed?

The next time on the agenda,

the suggested rally to be held at the Albert Hall.

Dr Randolph, would you like to give us your views?

Thank you, Mr President.

I can't agree that the results

of such a project could justify the expenditure involved.

But at a rally we'll be able to present our point of view

to a maximum of 8,000 people.

Most of them already supporters.

What do you suggest?

Even a leaflet campaign covering London

would be a more effective way of spending the sum.

Any other views?

I think I agree with Dr Randolph.

Perhaps a subcommittee might be set-up

to review the whole question about public relations.

In that case, I suggest we the question in abeyance

until the subcommittee's report.

Can we agree to that by a show of hands?

That seems to be unanimous.

- Hmm, hello. - Hello.

It's a little different from the Stella Lipari Club.

I've been wanting to see you again.

- Oh really? - Listen, Mr O'Kelly, I...

Oh, you know my name.

And I know what you're doing here.

And I advise you to drop it.

- Leave it to the police. - Why?

Because they're not as sleepy as you think they are.

And they're much better at this game than amateurs.

That's not nice.

Neither are the people you're dealing with, Mr O'Kelly.

Why this concern for me?

I don't like to see anyone hurt unnecessarily.

Dr Randolph, your car's waiting outside.

Doctor, can I have a word with you?

I'm afraid I'm in rather a hurry.

This is Mr O'Kelly who is continuing the Connor investigation.

Shall we talk in here?

MIKE: There are a couple of questions

I'd like to ask you, Doctor.

I don't think I can tell you much, or indeed that I should.

- One murder's enough. - Two murders.

Amedeo Sacchi met with an accident.

Conveniently for someone.

And what do you mean by that?

He used to work for you, didn't he?

Yes.

I dismissed him, I didn't kill him.

Who said you did?

Syms, I like your choice of an investigator less and less.

I'm afraid you're stuck with me, Dr Randolph.

Now, what did Sacchi had to do with this league?

- I haven't the vaguest idea. - Was he a member?

I shouldn't think so.

He was hardly a pacific personality any more than you are, Mr O'Kelly.

Come, Miss Boyd, or we'll be late. Good day to you.

A brilliant man, but rather an unpleasant manner I'm afraid.

Don't let it upset you. Just carry on.

Okay, you're the boss.

(CAR ENGINE RUMBLING)

Hi, Jonesy, what are you doing here?

Look what I found. It was under our noses all the time.

MIKE: A.S. Amedeo Sacchi that's for sure.

JONESY: But what can the numbers mean?

I don't know yet, but numbers always add up.

Let's go, Jones.

(CAR BRAKES SQUEAKING)

Can I give you a lift, Mr O'Kelly?

Thanks, it's such a nice day, I think we'll walk.

The inspector wants to see you.

Oh, see you at the office tomorrow, Jonesy.

I think you better come along too, Miss Jones.

I'll take that.

(ENGINE REVVING)

Miss Jones, why didn't you bring me this straight away?

She was acting on my orders.

Well, you've got no right to give such orders.

I know Ben Connor was your friend,

but that's no reason for you to obstruct our investigations.

There's to be no more of it, do you understand?

- 27? - 27 what?

What'd I tell you, Jonesy, numbers always add up, and these do.

27 every time.

You total those numbers across

you'll find out they always come out 27.

All that means to me

is the address of the peace league in Waygott Street.

We'll find out the real meaning of this without your assistance.

Stay out of things, O'Kelly.

(DOOR OPENING AND CLOSING)

So I must ask you, Mr O'Kelly, to give up your inquiries.

You mean Dr Randolph wants me to give them up.

Yes.

He sent me this letter.

His secretary brought it.

"Unless you dismiss the private investigator,

whom you have engaged on your initiative,

I shall have no alternative but to put the whole matter

before the committee."

Who's the boss of this outfit, you or Dr Randolph?

But you must understand, Mr O'Kelly,

I can't act on my own.

Dr Randolph commands powerful support.

You're still the boss.

Yes, but I'm afraid, under the circumstances, I have no choice.

So what happens now?

If you'll give me your account, I'll settle it personally.

Sometimes it pays to work for nothing.

I'm continuing on this case, whether Dr Randolph likes it or not.

Officially I can't support you, but off the record,

I wish you the very best of luck.

I'll let you know how I get along.

(GENTLE MUSIC) (FOOTSTEPS)

Oh, Giorgio.

Good evening, Miss Boyd. Excuse me, I didn't know you...

I just wanted to say how sorry I am about your brother.

Thank you, Miss Boyd. Everyone has been so kind.

If I can do anything, you will let me know, won't you?

Thank you. No, there is nothing. Thank you.

(GENTLE MUSIC)

All this has been a great shock to Giorgio.

- It's horrible for him. - Yes, horrible.

An admirer tonight, Miss Boyd.

(GENTLE MUSIC)

Rye, sir?

- You have a good memory. - Thank you, sir, I need it here.

My memory's pretty good too. I remember your advice.

- Fine, I hope you've taken it. - Not a chance.

You must be looking for trouble.

No, I'm not, I'd like a little information.

Why are you and Dr Randolph so anxious to call off the inquiry?

- Why do you think? - Just give me an answer.

I don't have to, but I'll repeat my advice to you.

It's for your own good.

And the good of the undercover agents in the league?

You tell Randolph he can't stall me off this case.

I'll write a letter to him about it if you like.

And you can deliver it, by hand.

Are you a league member?

Yes, I used to work there.

But Randolph offered you a better job.

That's right.

(GIGGLING) You know, it's fascinating

the way you're piecing my life together.

You're a fascinating dame.

Connor wouldn't listen to me either.

When did you see Ben last?

- The night before he was killed. - What for?

To warn him just as I'm trying to warn you.

You go around protecting inquiry agents?

What kind of a hobby is that?

Futile, you all seem determined to commit suicide.

I can't make up my mind about you.

You could be on the level.

I could be.

Okay, I'll gamble.

I'm going to take a look at the peace league's records tonight.

- Think you'll find anything? - I might.

You used to work there?

If you really are on the level, why don't you help me?

You are gambling on me, Mr O'Kelly?

- All right, I'll help you. - Let's go.

(GENTLE MUSIC) (PEOPLE CHATTERING)

(WORRYING MUSIC)

It's lucky I still work here occasionally.

(WORRYING MUSIC)

(WHISPERING) This way.

(WORRYING MUSIC)

(DRAWER RATTLING)

You know, you could make this a lot simpler

if you just tell me what you know.

You're wasting your time.

I told you you wouldn't find anything here.

(WORRYING MUSIC) (CAR STOPPING)

(CAR DOOR SLAMMING)

(WORRYING MUSIC)

(DOOR OPENING)

(WORRYING MUSIC)

(PHONE RINGING)

Yes?

Yes, you're to carry on.

It's too late to change the arrangements now.

Bay 16, I'll see you there.

Right.

(WORRYING MUSIC)

All right, what goes on?

What's your boss doing here in the middle of the night

taking screwball phone calls?

He has more business to be here than we have.

Maybe he has. What's bay 16?

(WHISPERING) I don't know.

Let's find out.

(TENSE MUSIC)

(CAR DOOR SLAMMING)

(CAR STARTING)

(TENSE MUSIC)

(ENGINE REVVING)

(TENSE MUSIC)

(TENSE MUSIC)

(TENSE MUSIC)

(BRAKES SQUEAKING)

(TENSE MUSIC)

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

I warned you, they're not nice people you're dealing with.

(TENSE MUSIC) (PUNCHES)

(TENSE MUSIC) (PUNCHES)

Go after him.

This way.

(TENSE MUSIC) (RUNNING FOOTSTEPS)

(PUNCHES)

Ouch!

(TENSE MUSIC)

You've done very well, Miss Boyd.

He made every move just as we expected.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

How long does this stuff take to work?

Not long, it varies, but in the end, they all tell the whole truth.

That light must have hurt your eyes.

Is that better?

(SHAKY) Better.

Now you know what the truth is, don't you?

Yes.

Truth is what I know.

The truth is what I tell you.

No, the truth is what I know.

I am your mind. What is the truth?

The truth is what you tell me.

Now, search your memory: What did Sacchi tell Connor?

Ben was a good man.

- And you carried on his work? - Yes.

Successfully, you completed it.

No, not yet.

It is finished. You know everything.

Only 27.

Everything adds up to 27.

- He knows about the register. - Shut up.

What does 27 mean to you, O'Kelly?

Book cover.

Have you seen the register?

Register?

Have you checked the register? Think!

Start from the beginning.

Tell me all you know, the truth.

From the beginning.

Well, it was foggy that night.

Ben called me. I went to see him.

This all started then.

There were three men,

one after the other, running through the fog.

(EERIE MUSIC)

Mi scusi signore.

(EERIE MUSIC)

A few weeks ago, he discovered strong evidence

that a secret group was acting undercover in the league.

JONES: This is it!

Syms, I like your choice of an investigator less and less.

JONES: What do the numbers mean?

I warned you, they're not nice people you're dealing with.

(EERIE MUSIC)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(POURING WATER)

I've been given a truth drug routine, haven't I?

You must know by now what I feel about you.

Never mind about that now, I have something to say.

The doctor would like to see you in the office, miss.

- I'll be there in one moment. - He said straight away, miss.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Losing your nerve, Pietro.

There won't be a steady nerve in my body

until O'Kelly is out of the way.

He's not told us enough yet.

And we know he's wise to the code. What more do we need?

We should finish it now.

You're not subtle enough to understand

murder as an act of policy, are you?

Just give me one reason why O'Kelly's still breathing.

Certainly.

Because Connor's death didn't bring the investigation to an end.

He'd briefed O'Kelly to succeed him, and you can take it from me,

O'Kelly is not the end of the line.

We'll make it a full stop this time, not a comma.

- Has he said anything new? - No.

You see, let's get it over with now.

He muttered something about a report at Connor's,

- but it didn't make much sense. - Get rid of him!

We'll give him the treatment again tonight.

I know he's unpredictable.

But he wouldn't go two days without phoning the office.

If anything has happened to him, it's all my fault.

What do you think we should do, Mr Syms?

There's only one thing to do, go to the police.

I thought that was the last thing you wanted.

Come on, Miss Jones, we'll go to Scotland Yard.

I should have done that in the beginning.

JONES: I hope they can find him.

(WORRYING MUSIC)

(WORRYING MUSIC)

(WATER GUSHING)

(WORRYING MUSIC)

(CLINKING)

(WORRYING MUSIC)

(BLIND SWISHING)

(WORRYING MUSIC)

(DOOR RATTLING) (SIGHING)

(TENSE MUSIC)

(DOOR RATTLING)

- What time is it? - Friday.

What happened to Wednesday and Thursday?

You dreamed right through them, chum.

I wouldn't try to get tough if I was you.

Not in your state of health.

(WORRYING MUSIC)

And now Miss Jones tells me she hasn't heard from him in two days.

That's all I know about the business.

A sorry business it is too.

Why won't people realise it's our job

to help them when there's trouble.

But, sorry, Inspector, I couldn't...

You could, Mr Syms.

You could've save two lives by coming to us in the first place.

Now, there's a third life in danger.

If O'Kelly's life is in danger, it's entirely his own fault.

We realised we made a mistake, and we took him off the case.

(TYPEWRITER CLACKING)

(THUDS)

(CLACKING)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

(TENSE MUSIC)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

(TENSE MUSIC)

This is one patient who is discharging himself.

If you feel like stopping me, shoot me in the back.

(CURTAIN SWISHING)

- O'Kelly's got away. - I heard someone at the back.

(TENSE MUSIC)

There he is.

(CAR STARTING)

(TENSE MUSIC)

(TYRES SCREECH)

(TENSE MUSIC)

(TYRES SCREECH)

(TENSE MUSIC)

(SIREN RINGING)

- Police. - You better turn back.

(TENSE MUSIC)

(CAR ENGINE)

(TYRES SCREECH) (CRASHING)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

OFFICER: Just another drunk driver.

No, this one's kind of special.

Okay, you were smart enough to have me picked up.

Why aren't you smart enough to believe what I'm telling you?

We do believe you, what more do you want?

Action! Why don't you nail this Randolph character?

- What do we charge him with? - Are you kidding?

Two murders and a kidnap, isn't that enough to start with?

No, not nearly enough.

- How are you, Mike? - Mc Combie!

Mac and Ben and I worked together during the war.

He'll listen to reason.

What I have to tell you, Mike,

won't sound reasonable, I promise you.

Sit down.

I'm still with MI5.

Then this is big.

Does a revived fascist movement,

branches everywhere sound big to you?

Big enough.

The Randolph's an old friend of ours.

He arrived from Germany in 1934. Aryan anti-Nazi.

Spotless record, excellent doctor, naturalised in 1939.

All very worthy until the end of the war,

when captured documents revealed

that he used to be higher in the occupation government

had Hitler conquered Britain.

And why didn't you haul him out then?

Because he was our only lead.

Oh, we've had tabs on Randolph all along.

He's the centre of a group hidden safely away

within the International League for World Peace.

Planning, preparing, waiting their opportunity.

Why, we'd be crazy to alert the others by arresting him.

I get it.

I'm glad you do, Mr O'Kelly because Major Mc Combie

would like you to work in with us from now on.

Sure, when do I start?

I'll put one of our agents in touch with you.

Okay.

(TYPEWRITER CLACKING)

How are you, Jonesy? I'm back in business.

Business is good, you've got a visitor already.

So that's it. Good.

Diane Boyd of Mc Combie's unit.

I'm glad to meet you.

Look, I know I've done some pretty terrible things,

but my value to this investigation depends on Randolph's faith in me.

Well, at least I found out how it feels to be expendable.

Thanks for trying to warn me anyway.

What you've been through may be of value.

If you can remember something that Randolph said.

- Anything. - Not a thing.

- You must try. - I have tried.

Think again. Something must have registered.

- What did you say? - I said...

"Registered". Register, the one thing that stuck in my head.

A list of the members of the peace league?

- Could be, why not? - Oh, that's no good.

I checked through it a dozen times when I worked there.

There's nothing to show who's a member of the group.

You didn't have a code to help you.

- What code? - Jonesy, get me Orlando Syms.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC) (BRAKES SQUEAKING)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

Here he is.

Do you want me to come along?

You just stay here. It'll be a minute.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

(ENGINE REVVING) - Syms.

Your phone call came as a great shock to me.

(WORRYING MUSIC)

SYMS: This is going to be a great blow to the league.

Dr Randolph is such an eminent figure.

I only hope you can clear the matter up as quickly as possible.

So do I, Mr Syms.

That's why I want to look at the membership register.

(WORRYING MUSIC)

(WORRYING MUSIC)

There it is.

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

The sooner Scotland Yard gets this the better.

Shall we go together?

That's a good idea.

- Mike! (GUNSHOT)

(GUNSHOT)

(TENSE MUSIC) (PUNCHES)

SYMS: Who is it?

I don't know, but this is the third time I've run into him.

- Why Miss... - Miss Boyd's working with me.

Nice work, O'Kelly.

The way to surround a professional gunman all in one go.

The night's young yet.

It shouldn't be long now before we get a statement

from the government and the first of the suspects from the register.

I still don't quite understand how does the register...

Ben only had one clue, Mr Syms.

Each member of the league had a number.

Those whose numerals totalled 27 are the ones we want.

I see.

There's no point in my hanging around here.

I think I'll go back to the nursing home.

What for? Why stick your neck in a noose?

Listen, Mike O'Kelly, I've spent a great deal

of time and effort on Dr Randolph.

Why risk making him suspicious now?

I agree with Mr O'Kelly, Miss Boyd.

I'd keep away from this fellow if I were you.

Don't you think, Inspector?

Miss Boyd is not under my orders. Seems that that she thinks fit.

Personally, I have every confidence in her judgement.

Besides, we are watching the nursing home.

- Satisfied? - No.

I suppose there's no point in arguing with you.

- No, none. (DOOR OPENS)

Well?

He's talked his head off. They're typing a statement now.

Never mind the details, what about Ben? Who killed him?

He's put the finger on Pietro.

Stay where you are. This is no time for freelance action.

Put a man to watch on the Stella Lipari.

What's the good of that?

Why not let me go get him? This one's mine.

Now hold it. You'll be invited to the Pietro party, I promise you.

Now, Mr Syms, when you're ready.

Anything I can do to help.

Well, you are the founder president of the league.

Yes, I've devoted my whole life to it.

Excellent.

Now, if you'll tell us all you know about Randolph,

and everything you remember about the league's history and activities.

It's going to be a long story.

Then we better start straight away.

You're the only one I can turn to.

Who else is there?

You've got to help me.

- You've got to. - Why should I?

Listen, I was Amedeo's friend.

The same people who killed him, they're after me now.

Caterina, this is our chance to name his murderer.

- Why don't you go to the police? - Police? Then you need proof.

Don't you understand this is what I'm trying to get?

- Let go of me. - Surely you'll help.

For Amedeo's sake, if not for mine.

What do I have to do?

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

(HOOD CLANGING)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

- Can I help you, miss? - I don't know what it is.

It keeps on coughing and spluttering.

Probably the carburettor. Let's have a look.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

Anything to report?

(WORRYING MUSIC)

That should fix it for you, miss.

Thank you very much. It's very kind of you.

- Not at all. (HOOD CLANGING)

- Hope she'll be all right now. - Thanks.

- Goodnight. - Goodbye.

(ENGINE REVVING)

(WORRYING MUSIC)

Since you left, Miss Boyd,

there's been some interesting developments.

It'll have to be very interesting to save this situation.

I think they'll satisfy that requirement.

Don't you want to know?

All the time I've been here, I've learned not to hurry you.

You'll tell me when you want to.

You're the perfectly confidential secretary, Miss Boyd.

- Thank you, Doctor. (PHONE RINGING)

That's all right.

Hello, yes?

Ah, yes.

That's most interesting.

Thank you.

I was expecting news of our patient.

O'Kelly?

Yes, I've just prescribed his final cure.

Well, I hope it works out.

He isn't a very cooperative invalid, is he?

I think that about covers everything I can tell you.

Of course, I didn't expect that there...

Right, it will be useful background information.

Threadgold, this league register is no use at all, look.

Former cabinet minister, an MP, a trade union leader,

two high ranking ministers of religion.

They've all passed security checks.

They're absolutely above suspicion.

The league register is a blind. It's no use to us whatsoever.

Look, this whole thing started to spark

when a man named Giorgio Sacchi telephoned me.

I think I better start back at that beginning.

All right, any lead is better than none.

But this time, you're working with us.

Right.

(JAZZ MUSIC) (PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Caterina, how nice to see you here again.

Is Giorgio in?

He won't be long, he's just getting a breath of fresh air.

I see.

How about your usual, on the house, hey?

Thank you.

(JAZZ MUSIC)

(JAZZ MUSIC)

Giorgio!

Come and have a drink with us.

Wish me many happy returns, it's my birthday.

I've been waiting for you.

Many happy returns of the day.

(JAZZ MUSIC)

(JAZZ MUSIC)

Scusi.

What do you want?

Same as you, the arrest of the man...

I cannot help you. Please, leave me alone.

You can help me, you've got to.

We can't talk here. Come to my office.

MIKE: What's missing?

Nothing. Not even the money. I can't understand.

Now, quick stalling, Mr Sacchi.

People don't open your safe just to air it out. What's missing?

The register of the club's members.

- Each member had a number? - Certainly.

Some of these numbers added up to 27.

They wanted somewhere safe to meet!

Here, in the afternoons. I could do nothing.

- They threatened me. - Okay, take it easy.

Amedeo found out, he told Connor and...

All right, just calm down.

I could not help myself. They are terrible people. I know!

You believe me, don't you?

Sure, I believe you. Who else has a key to the safe?

Pietro, my manager.

You mean your boss, don't you?

Yes.

- He is one of them. - I know.

How long since he's been here?

I'll ask the barman right away.

(FINGERS SNAPPING)

- Is Pietro here tonight? - No, does he still work here?

Nevermind the wise cracks. Who has been here?

- Dozens of people. - Any strangers?

- Well, there's Caterina... - Caterina?

She should be back any minute to finish her drink.

(DOOR SQUEAKING)

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

You've got it? Good. You've done well, Caterina.

I'll go through with it. But we must go to the police together.

It's not safe. Not yet.

Then they must come to us. They'll protect us.

You've got to trust me, a little longer.

There's no time to explain. Go on home now, I'll contact you...

Who is it? Who have you told?

(HE GROANS) (SHE SCREAMS)

(DOOR SQUEAKING)

(SHE MOANS)

(DOOR BANGS)

It's Pietro!

Call Scotland Yard, Inspector Threadgold.

(DOOR CREAKS)

(ENGINE REVVING)

- Inspector Threadgold? - (ON PHONE) Yes.

This is O'Kelly. Pietro's on the run.

Good. Hold it, O'Kelly.

- (ON INTERCOM) Information room. - Standby for general alarm.

(PHONE RINGING) - Hello?

- (ON PHONE) Pietro. - What took you so long?

Plenty, everything is gone wrong.

(ON PHONE) O'Kelly's still alive, Barrett's arrested.

- Have you got the register? - PIETRO: (ON PHONE) Yes.

But I've also got to get out of England, fast. I need money.

You'll be all right. You know the exit routine.

And as for your passage money, I'll deliver it myself.

PIETRO: (ON PHONE) Fine.

In return for the register.

You're welcome. It's burning my hands.

- O'Kelly's smarter than I thought. - Apparently, what happens now?

We've got the real register, so the real information's intact.

I'm afraid it'll have to lie dormant for a while.

Pietro and I are going on a little journey.

Shall I take care of the group register until you get back?

No, my dear.

The less you know the better it'll be for all of us.

I'm not afraid of responsibility, you know.

Yes, I appreciate that fact,

but I can't ask you to take any further risks.

Very well. Good luck, Doctor.

I don't trust to luck, Miss Boyd.

(FOOTSTEPS) (DOOR CLOSES)

(ROTARY DIALLING)

(ON PHONE) Emergency, which service do you require?

Police.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC STRIKE)

Replace the receiver, Miss Boyd.

(ON PHONE) Emergency here. Hello? Hello? Hello!

You trusted to luck once too often.

Now, we will leave together the back way.

(WORRYING MUSIC)

(POLICE SIREN RINGING)

I'm worried.

We never should let Diane come back here alone.

Don't worry, Mike.

By the time we collect Randolph, Pietro will be in the bag as well.

Do you mind checking that?

- SP7, over. - Threadgold receiving, over.

Anything to report on Pietro?

- (ON RADIO) Nothing new. - I see. Over.

(ON RADIO) Over.

(TENSE MUSIC)

(HANDLE CLICKS) - Wait.

Get in.

(ENGINE SPLUTTERING)

(ENGINE RUMBLING)

(TENSE MUSIC)

Hey!

(TENSE MUSIC)

(TENSE MUSIC)

- Where's Randolph? - I don't know.

- What about Miss Boyd? - I don't know I tell you.

- Where are they? - They left just now,

out the back, that's all I know.

Put this one on ice.

Car just been reported stolen from a block of flats nearby.

- That must be them. - Any details?

Yes, sir.

(SIGHING) This is it.

- SP7, over. - Threadgold receiving, over.

Reference car number 585AME reported stolen.

This vehicle must not be stopped.

Repeat: not to be stopped.

(ON RADIO) Repeat, not to be detained.

Movements report urgently required by HQ.

(TENSE MUSIC)

I think we can manage that, Harry.

B17 reporting,

car number 585AME proceeding eastwards, along Bilton Road.

Turn left here.

(TENSE MUSIC)

Stolen car's just turned off left into Fairisle Street.

(ON RADIO) Proceed as instructed.

Calling car B20, calling car B20, proceed to junction

of Fairisle and Meadow Street to standby the stolen car.

Your girl's right out on a limb, Mac.

I sure hope she can handle it.

Car B20 reporting:

Stolen car has just passed Meadow Street junction

proceeding east.

(TENSE MUSIC)

(TENSE MUSIC)

Stolen car has just turned off main road into Conway Street.

Okay, thanks, stay where you are.

Calling car E13.

E13 cover south-east Conway Street.

(ON RADIO) Stolen car approaching you.

E13 reporting. We are in position.

No sign of stolen car.

Repeat, no sign of stolen car.

Threadgold calling as B7.

They've slipped down Wolf Road.

There's only the river ahead of them.

It's all yours now.

Come along, Miss Boyd.

Pietro!

Pietro!

Hello there.

You won't need that. We've done business before.

- Where's Pietro? - On my barge.

You're in luck. There's a ship waiting about three miles out.

Sort of ship that don't ask no questions.

You better show us the way.

(GUNSHOT)

(TENSE MUSIC)

(GUNSHOT)

(TENSE MUSIC)

(GUNSHOT)

(TENSE MUSIC)

(GUNSHOT)

(TENSE MUSIC) (RUNNING FOOTSTEPS)

(DOOR SQUEAKING)

(RUNNING FOOTSTEPS)

(TENSE MUSIC)

(GUNSHOT)

You can't get away, Randolph. We've got the area surrounded.

(GUNSHOT) (TENSE MUSIC)

Diane!

Diane!

Mc Combie!

SYMS: Thank you.

I'll take that, Miss Boyd.

You're good at your job.

MI5 is going to miss you.

You won't get away with this, Syms.

SYMS: Oh, yes, I will.

Now that I've got this register, the movement will go on.

But it's the end of you, Miss Boyd.

It was very clever of you to hire Mike

to find out just how much Connor knew.

But not clever enough.

The police are on this barge right now.

That's an old trick, and it doesn't fool me.

She's not fooling.

Well, thanks to you, Diane,

I guess Ben's job is finally finished.

We've got the ringleaders.

- And here are the rest of them. - The register, yes.

Thanks, Mike, that'll give us a lead on the others.

You coming, Miss Boyd?

Sorry, Miss Boyd has a date with me.

I have?